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Yeah right.
Sharon pulled the curtains back. What had she been thinking, leaving warm and cosy India and travelling for 12 hours straight to the freezing Canada? No, she knew exactly what she had been thinking. Her eyes turned starry at the thought. And as always, she sighed. She was doomed, perpetually when it came to this. Like all rationale would fly out of the window when she would think of Swayam, and she despised it. But anything was fine when Swayam was concerned. Her smart boyfriend/future fiancee/husband/father to her kids-
"Terms and conditions apply love"
Sharon snapped out of her minuscule train of thought and looked sideways to see Swayam's smiling face inches away from hers, his warm chocolate-y eyes looking at her intently. Chocolate, yum. She felt breathless looking at the smirk on his face. Her inner voice face-palmed itself. Get a grip would you Sharon? Else you would just die due to shortage of breath one day.
"What do you mean by T&C applied?" Sharon scrunched her eyebrows.
Swayam seated himself on a chair and sprawled his legs wide, locking his hands behind his head. With an annoying smirk glued on his face "You can't expect 'us' to remain 'us' forever right? Like, practically anything can happen which will make us drift apart. For example, I may just say that Harry Potter sucks and the next thing I know that I am out of this house and your life." Swayam eyed her and noticed her lips twitching.
"For one, I know you will never say that and if you did then ofcourse yes, you will be out of my life." Sharon stated bluntly to which Swayam shot her a scandalized look. "Good Lord." He exclaimed "Why on earth am I still struck with you?"
"Because you love me smart arse."
"Oh yes, God help me." Swayam stood up. "Where are you going?" "Kitchen Sharon, I'm hungry." "Great, get me a mug of hot chocolate okay?"
Swayam shuddered in approval and with a solemn nod marched to the kitchen. Sharon stared at his retreating back with amazement. She had never met any boy as charming as him. For all her life, she had had the misfortune of meeting douche bags. So when she saw Swayam for the first time, it was the same feeling. He had been a douche bag on their first meet, spilling orange juice on her favourite white dress. An apology did follow after that, but the damage had been done.-
"Here's your hot chocolate."
Sharon sniffed heartily and sighed in pleasure as the chocolate-y vapour hurtled through her nostrils, striking her olfactory receptors. Ah, chocolate. She opened her eyes to see Swayam looking at her, bemused. What, she signalled him to which he just shook his head. Sharon shrugged and suddenly rememebered what she had been doing before the disturbance.
"Bad timing Shekawat. You interupted my thinking-about-our-love-story session."
Swayam smirked at her and sat beside her. He neared her face but stopped a few inches away from hers. His expression changed drastically and he drew back, scrunching his nose. Sharon stifled a laugh and once again felt amazement. Swayam hated chocolate. He had had Sharon reeling in shock after he had disclosed this dislike of his. Now how could someone hate chocolate?
Sharon put the mug to her mouth and sipped the drink, the warmth surging through her. Hot chocolate was her only constant companion in Canada. She loved it more than Swayam.
"Really Sharon?"
"Absolutely Swayam. No doubt at all."
The smirk on Swayam's face was back and he leaned in without pausing this time. Sharon froze as she stared into his brown eyes. Her breath had gone haggard and she gulped inaudibly. She disliked being overpowered like this. But she couldn't help it. Swayam moved closer and placed his lips on her chocolate covered ones and kissed her softly. Sharon kissed him back and they broke apart. Annoyed and embarassed at the same time, Sharon looked at Swayam to see him smacking his lips, with a distant analystic look on his face.
"Well, chocolate isn't that bad." He winked at her.
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