SwaRon Valentine Week SS {Completed} - Page 3

The next morning, Sharon found herself standing in front of the mirror, her fingers absentmindedly touching the delicate heart-shaped locket hanging around her neck. It was Swayam’s gift, and though she hadn’t said much when he had given it to her, she had felt something deep inside her shift.

Last night, under the golden hues of the setting sun, she had told him—maybe not in the most direct words, but enough for him to understand—that she was willing to explore what lay between them. And Swayam, being the patient, gentle force that he was, had simply smiled and held her hand, as if to say, Take your time, I’ll be right here.

A soft smile played on her lips as she sighed, shaking her head. "Ye ladka mujhe pagal kar dega," she murmured to herself before grabbing her bag and heading to college.

By the time Sharon arrived at the college, the corridors were bustling with the excitement of Promise Day. Couples were exchanging sweet vows, friends were making silly commitments, and everywhere she looked, there was an air of warmth and affection.

She wasn’t the type to indulge in all these cheesy, over-the-top love gestures, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered—would Swayam do something today? Would he want to make a promise to her?

As she walked past the rehearsal hall, she heard the familiar sound of music playing inside. Her feet instinctively stopped, her heart beating just a little faster. She peeked inside and saw him.

Swayam was standing in front of the mirror, lost in his own world, his body moving fluidly with the rhythm of a soft instrumental tune. There was something incredibly captivating about watching him dance—his grace, his control, and the way he poured his emotions into every step.

For a moment, she simply watched.

Then, as if sensing her presence, he suddenly stopped and turned. Their eyes met through the mirror, and Sharon’s breath hitched. He didn’t look surprised to see her. In fact, he looked like he had been waiting.

"Sharon," he said, his voice soft but firm. "Tum andar aogi ya door se hi dekhogi?"

She smirked, pushing the door open as she stepped inside. "Maybe I just like watching you dance."

Swayam tilted his head, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "Agar aisa hai toh main roz perform kar sakta hoon, sirf tumhare liye."

She rolled her eyes, but there was no real irritation in her expression. "Tumhara drama kabhi khatam nahi hoga, na?"

He stepped closer, the teasing glint in his eyes softening into something more intense. "Jab baat tumhari hoti hai, toh nahi."

Her breath caught for a second, but she quickly masked it with a raised eyebrow. "Toh, Swayam Shekhawat. Aaj Promise Day hai. Tum mujhe koi vaada karne wale ho?"

A slow smile spread across his face, but instead of answering immediately, he extended his hand toward her.

"Ek dance karein?"

She hesitated for only a moment before placing her hand in his. He pulled her closer, his touch featherlight yet firm, guiding her effortlessly as the music changed into a slow, mesmerizing tune.

They swayed together, their movements in sync, their bodies speaking a language words never could. Sharon felt something deep within her settle—like she was exactly where she was meant to be.

As they danced, Swayam finally spoke.

"Mujhe pata hai ki tum commitments pasand nahi karti, Sharon. Tumhe vaadon se dar lagta hai. But today, main tumse ek promise karna chahta hoon."

Sharon’s fingers tightened slightly around his as she looked up at him. "Kaisa promise?"

Swayam twirled her slowly, bringing her back into his arms before whispering, "Main hamesha tumhare saath rahunga. Chahe kuch bhi ho jaaye."

Her heart skipped a beat.

He wasn’t making some grand, over-the-top romantic promise. He wasn’t saying he would never let her go, or that he would fight the world for her. Instead, he was promising something real—something steady.

That he would be there. No matter what.

For someone like Sharon, who had spent most of her life guarding her heart, afraid of emotional vulnerability, this promise meant everything.

She swallowed, looking away for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "Aur agar main tumse door jaana chahoon toh?"

Swayam’s smile didn’t falter. "Tab bhi main tumhara intezaar karunga."

Sharon exhaled softly. "Tumhe pata hai, Swayam… kabhi kabhi tum bahut irritating ho."

He grinned. "Main jaanta hoon."

A small silence stretched between them before Sharon finally whispered, "Toh, main bhi tumse ek promise karti hoon."

Swayam looked at her expectantly. "Kya?"

Sharon took a deep breath. "Ki main try karungi. Apne emotions se bhaagna band karne ki. Tumse bhaagna band karne ki."

For the first time, Sharon saw something in Swayam’s eyes that she rarely saw—pure, unfiltered happiness.

"That’s enough for me," he murmured.

And with that, he gently pulled her into a slow spin, letting their dance continue under the soft glow of the setting sun filtering through the windows.

A silent promise. A whispered vow. A moment neither of them would ever forget.

Woo hoo! SwaRon dance . This one was so perfect, I don't have words to describe it . Their promises to each other were real and meaningful... as someone who doesn't believe in promises, I usually scoff at the grand ones people make... but here, they felt so sweet and genuine, it makes you want to believe in them .

Originally posted by: ssttuuttii

Woo hoo! SwaRon dance . This one was so perfect, I don't have words to describe it . Their promises to each other were real and meaningful... as someone who doesn't believe in promises, I usually scoff at the grand ones people make... but here, they felt so sweet and genuine, it makes you want to believe in them .

Aww, this comment made me smile! SwaRon’s magic can make even a promise-skeptic believe in them—now that’s powerful! ❤️ So glad you felt the depth of their bond. Keep reading, keep feeling, and most importantly, keep commenting—I love hearing your thoughts! 🥰

The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the college campus. The air was thick with excitement—today was Hug Day, yet another reason for couples and friends to celebrate their bonds. The corridors were filled with giggles and shy exchanges, with people embracing one another in warmth. But amid all the lighthearted festivities, Sharon sat alone in the rehearsal hall, lost in her thoughts.

She hugged her knees to her chest, staring at nothing in particular. The day had been overwhelming—too many emotions, too many feelings, and Swayam… Swayam, who always managed to make her feel things she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.

Yesterday, he had promised her that he would always be there. And in return, she had promised to try—to stop running from what they had. It should have made her feel relieved, but instead, it left her restless.

She sighed. Ye ladka mujhe paagal kar dega.

The sound of the door creaking open broke her thoughts. She knew who it was before even looking up.

"Sharon?"

Swayam’s voice was soft, hesitant, as if he was unsure whether she wanted company. She didn’t look at him immediately, instead letting out a breath before tilting her head up.

"Tum yahaan kya kar rahe ho?"

Swayam walked toward her, his expression gentle yet unreadable. "Main tumhe dhoondh raha tha."

Sharon rolled her eyes, trying to act nonchalant. "Of course you were."

A small chuckle left Swayam’s lips, but he didn’t argue. He simply sat down beside her, maintaining a comfortable distance yet close enough for her to feel his presence.

For a while, neither of them spoke. The silence between them wasn’t awkward—it was familiar, like a quiet understanding.

Then, Swayam finally asked, "Sab theek hai?"

Sharon hesitated. She wanted to say haan, to brush it off like she always did, but something in the way he was looking at her made it impossible to lie.

She sighed, resting her head against the wall. "Mujhe nahi pata, Swayam."

His brows furrowed slightly. "Kya nahi pata?"

She struggled to find the right words. "Bas… yeh sab. Yeh emotions, yeh feeling… it’s all so new for me." She paused, then added in a quieter voice, "Mujhe darr lagta hai."

Swayam’s heart clenched at her honesty. He knew this wasn’t easy for her—Sharon was someone who had spent years building walls around her heart, convincing herself that emotional vulnerability was a weakness. But here she was, admitting her fears to him.

He turned slightly, his voice filled with nothing but warmth. "Sharon, tumhe mujhse kabhi darne ki zaroorat nahi hai."

She finally met his eyes, searching them for something—assurance, maybe. "Tum itne sure kaise ho?"

Swayam gave her a small, knowing smile. "Kyunki main jaanta hoon ki tum bhi mujhe trust karti ho. Bas kabhi kabhi khud se accept nahi karti."

Sharon opened her mouth to protest, but before she could say anything, Swayam shifted closer. Slowly, gently, he opened his arms.

"Ek hug dogi?"

Her breath caught.

Hugs weren’t something she gave easily. Hugs were intimate, comforting—meant for people who truly mattered.

But this was Swayam.

The one person who had always been there. The one person who never asked for anything in return. The one person who had taught her that love didn’t always have to be terrifying—it could be safe, steady, patient.

Without thinking too much, she leaned forward.

The moment her arms wrapped around him, a wave of warmth engulfed her. Swayam’s embrace was firm yet gentle, strong yet tender. He didn’t hold her too tightly, didn’t rush her—he simply let her be.

For the first time in a long time, Sharon felt… safe.

Her fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt slightly as she closed her eyes, breathing him in.

Swayam exhaled softly, resting his chin lightly on top of her head. "Sharon," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Main hamesha yahin rahunga."

She didn’t respond with words. She didn’t need to.

Because, for once, she wasn’t running.

Again I'm lost for words. You and SwaRon are touching all my heartstrings 🥹.

love didn’t always have to be terrifying—it could be safe, steady, patient.

For the first time in a long time, Sharon felt… safe.

These lines were usmwkpdkb3uddnuowmshu3jbhs

(Bas samaj jao khudse... I don't know how to describe other than a keysmash)

I see a lot of myself in SwaRon... and jab tum aise likhti ho... tab to aur bhi jyada 🙈 I've nothing more to add... going back to re-read .

Originally posted by: ssttuuttii

Again I'm lost for words. You and SwaRon are touching all my heartstrings 🥹.

love didn’t always have to be terrifying—it could be safe, steady, patient.

For the first time in a long time, Sharon felt… safe.

These lines were usmwkpdkb3uddnuowmshu3jbhs

(Bas samaj jao khudse... I don't know how to describe other than a keysmash)

I see a lot of myself in SwaRon... and jab tum aise likhti ho... tab to aur bhi jyada 🙈 I've nothing more to add... going back to re-read .

Aww, your comment is the cutest mix of emotions, keysmashes, and pure SwaRon love! 🥹❤️ The fact that you see yourself in them makes it even more special! Bas yahi toh chahti thi—ki tum feel karo, re-read karo, aur phir se kho jao unke pyaar mein. Keep reading, keep keysmashing, and keep making my day with your comments! 😻🙈💕

The rehearsal hall was dimly lit, the warm glow of the fairy lights along the mirrors casting a soft golden hue over the space. The air held a strange kind of anticipation—something unspoken yet undeniably present. It had been lingering between them for days now, growing stronger with each moment they spent together.

Today was Kiss Day, a day that symbolized something much deeper than just a fleeting touch of lips. It wasn’t about the tradition or the significance others attached to it—it was about them. Sharon and Swayam. About everything they had built, every unspoken emotion that had slowly but surely become impossible to ignore.

Sharon sat on the floor, her back resting against the mirror as she stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. Her heart had been restless all day, and she hated how aware she was of him—of his presence, of his effect on her. The way he had been looking at her lately, the way his words always carried a quiet promise.

She sighed, closing her eyes for a brief moment. What are you doing to me, Swayam?

The sound of the door creaking open made her snap out of her thoughts. She didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

"Sharon," Swayam’s voice was soft, carrying that familiar warmth that always made her feel things she wasn’t ready to admit. "Tum yahaan akeli?"

She scoffed, opening her eyes but still avoiding his gaze. "Mujhe laga tha rehearsal hall meri jagah hai, ya ab woh bhi tumhare naam ho chuka hai?"

Swayam chuckled at her sarcasm, stepping further into the room. He knew her well enough to understand that this was her way of masking whatever was going on inside her. He didn’t push, not yet. Instead, he simply walked over and sat down beside her, close enough that she could feel his warmth but not so close that she could call him out for it.

"Kuch soch rahi ho?" he asked, tilting his head slightly as he observed her.

Sharon finally turned to look at him, her eyes searching his for something—maybe answers, maybe reassurance. "Tumhe kya lagta hai?"

Swayam smiled, leaning back against the mirror just like her. "Mujhe lagta hai tum kisi cheez ko lekar confuse ho."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Oh wow, Swayam Shekhawat, the mind reader."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Itni sarcasm? Matlab main sahi hoon."

Sharon didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she looked down at her hands, fidgeting slightly. Her walls were breaking, little by little, and it terrified her. But Swayam… he made it feel okay.

She took a deep breath. "Swayam…"

"Hmm?"

"Yeh sab… itna easy kaise lagta hai tumhare liye?"

He turned to fully face her now, his expression soft but serious. "Kyunki main jaanta hoon, Sharon. Jab tum kisi cheez ko sach mein mehsoos karte ho, toh woh complicated nahi hoti."

She swallowed hard, her heartbeat picking up pace. "Aur agar mujhe darr lagta hai?"

Swayam’s eyes softened even more, and without hesitation, he reached out, his fingers brushing against hers in a feather-light touch. "Toh main tumhara haath pakadkar tumhare saath chalunga. Jab tak tum tayar na ho jao."

Her breath hitched. How does he do this? How does he always say exactly what I need to hear?

For the first time in a long time, Sharon didn’t run. She didn’t push him away. Instead, she looked at their almost-entwined hands before slowly shifting closer, her fingers hesitantly slipping into his. It was such a small gesture, but to them, it meant everything.

A comfortable silence settled between them, neither wanting to break the moment. The world outside didn’t exist—there was no dance team, no expectations, no fears. Just them.

After a long pause, Swayam spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Sharon, tum mujhse kuch kehna chahti ho?"

She met his gaze, her heart hammering against her ribs. Maybe it was the dim lights, maybe it was the warmth in his eyes, or maybe it was just the undeniable truth that she had been ignoring for too long.

"Main…" She hesitated, licking her lips nervously before continuing. "Main bas—"

But she never got to finish her sentence.

Because, in that moment, something shifted.

Swayam leaned in ever so slightly, his eyes locked onto hers as if waiting for permission. Sharon’s breath caught, but she didn’t move away. She didn’t push him back.

Instead, she tilted her head just enough to close the gap.

The first touch of their lips was hesitant, soft—almost like a question. But the moment their breaths mingled, the moment Sharon let herself lean into him, it became something more. Something deeper.

Swayam cupped her face gently, his thumb grazing her cheek as he pulled her closer, his kiss still slow, still tender. He wasn’t rushing, wasn’t demanding—just being, just feeling.

And Sharon… Sharon felt everything.

She wasn’t thinking anymore. She wasn’t doubting or analyzing or running. She was just there, wrapped in his warmth, tasting the quiet promises he had always given her.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless. Sharon’s eyes remained closed for a moment, as if grounding herself, while Swayam rested his forehead against hers.

Silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was filled with meaning, with emotions neither had fully voiced yet.

Swayam was the first to speak, his voice husky but filled with warmth. "Sharon…"

She opened her eyes, and for the first time, she didn’t try to mask her emotions. "Swayam, yeh… yeh kya tha?"

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Jo hamesha se hona tha."

A small, breathless laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head. "Tum kabhi nahi badloge, na?"

"Jab tak tum mujhe chhod kar bhaagne ki koshish band nahi karti," he teased, his voice laced with affection.

Sharon rolled her eyes, but there was no bite to it. Instead, she simply rested her head against his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh.

Swayam squeezed her hand gently. "Toh? Aaj ka din successful raha?"

Sharon smiled against his shoulder, her heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. "Pata nahi, Swayam… tum batao?"

He chuckled, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head. "Mere liye toh yeh sabse perfect Kiss Day tha."

She didn’t respond in words, but the way she held onto him a little tighter, the way she didn’t let go—that was all the answer he needed.

Woah! I will admit I wasn't expecting them to kiss before defining their relationship (i.e. officially starting to date). Jyada se jyada I thought a cheek kiss might be it. This was a surprise... but well written . The moment felt natural... just a progression from where they were already . Bas ab kal offical kardena .

Acha... are you planning to write anti Valentine's week also? Kidding.. it's just that... there's only one more day left... uske baad mujhe D3 ka daily dose kaun dega 🥺 *hinting you to start writing a new FF* 😜

Originally posted by: ssttuuttii

Woah! I will admit I wasn't expecting them to kiss before defining their relationship (i.e. officially starting to date). Jyada se jyada I thought a cheek kiss might be it. This was a surprise... but well written . The moment felt natural... just a progression from where they were already . Bas ab kal offical kardena .

Acha... are you planning to write anti Valentine's week also? Kidding.. it's just that... there's only one more day left... uske baad mujhe D3 ka daily dose kaun dega 🥺 *hinting you to start writing a new FF* 😜

Hahaha, I love how you went from shocked but approving to demanding official confirmation in the same breath! Don’t worry, kal pakka official kar denge—varna tumhari neend udh jayegi, mujhe pata hai.

As for anti-Valentine’s week… abhi toh inka romance shuru hua hai, tum breakup vibes kyun manifest kar rahi ho? 🤣 But I see what you’re doing with that not-so-subtle hint—D3 ke daily dose ki addiction serious ho gayi hai tumhe! Hmm… naye FF ke baare mein sochna padega… koi aur tareeka nahi chhoda tumne! 😜

St. Louis College had never looked more vibrant. The entire campus was drenched in hues of red and pink, with heart-shaped balloons floating in the air, fairy lights twinkling around the stair railings, and the scent of fresh roses filling every corridor. Students buzzed with excitement, exchanging gifts, planning surprises, and celebrating love in every form.

The dance team, as expected, had taken it upon themselves to host the grand Valentine's Day event in the amphitheater. The stage was set, music played in the background, and laughter filled the air. The excitement was contagious, but amidst all the celebrations, Swayam’s eyes searched for only one person—Sharon Rai Prakash.

He knew she was avoiding him. After everything that had happened between them over the past week—the stolen glances, the teasing, the promises, the hug, the kiss—she had been keeping her distance. And he understood why. Sharon never did things halfway. She never admitted feelings easily, and when she did, she needed time to process them.

But today… today was different.

Swayam wasn’t going to let her run anymore.

Sharon stood near the entrance of the amphitheater, arms folded, watching the celebration unfold. Her teammates were scattered around—Rey and Kriya swaying to the music, Simmi and Rinni giggling over chocolates, Vicky and Nil engaged in their usual antics.

But Sharon? She couldn’t focus on any of it.

Her heart was still racing from the events of the past few days. From Swayam’s unwavering love, from the way he had looked at her during that kiss. She had spent years convincing herself that love was a weakness, that giving in to emotions made you vulnerable.

But with Swayam, it never felt like a weakness. It felt like home.

And that terrified her.

"Sharon?"

She turned to find Simmi smirking at her. "Tum itni serious kyun lag rahi ho? It’s Valentine's Day!"

Before Sharon could reply, Rinni joined in, nudging her playfully. "Haan, aur tumhare liye toh aur special hai na?"

Sharon frowned. "Kya matlab?"

Simmi exchanged a knowing look with Rinni before grinning. "Oh, please. Pichle ek hafte se tum aur Swayam bas ek doosre ko ghoorte ja rahe ho. Tumhe kya lagta hai, hum sabko kuch samajh nahi aata?"

Sharon opened her mouth to argue, but before she could, the music suddenly stopped, and a familiar voice echoed through the speakers.

"Good evening, St. Louis!"

Every head turned toward the stage, and Sharon’s heart skipped a beat.

Swayam.

Swayam stood at the center of the stage, microphone in hand, looking effortlessly confident yet undeniably sincere. His eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on her.

Sharon stiffened as everyone around her turned toward her, whispers and murmurs beginning to spread.

"This past week has been special for a lot of people," Swayam continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "For some, it was about confessions. For others, it was about new beginnings. But for me… it was about reminding someone how much they mean to me."

Sharon’s breath hitched.

Simmi and Rinni squealed beside her, gripping her arms in excitement. "Oh my god, Sharon, ye tumhare liye hai!"

Ignoring them, Sharon clenched her fists, trying to keep her emotions in check.

Swayam’s voice softened as he took a step forward. "Pyaar express karna mushkil hota hai, especially jab tumhe dar ho ki kahin tumhare emotions tumhe kamzor na bana dein. Lekin pyaar kabhi kamzori nahi hota… pyaar sirf ek baar hota hai, aur jab hota hai toh usse chhupane ka koi faida nahi."

The entire crowd was mesmerized, but for Sharon, it felt like they were the only two people in the world.

"Tum mujhse bhaag sakti ho, Sharon," Swayam said, his gaze locked onto hers. "Lekin tum mujhse pyaar karna band nahi kar sakti."

Her eyes widened, heart pounding in her chest.

For a moment, silence hung in the air. Then, as if the universe itself decided to add to the moment, a light drizzle began to fall. Students laughed and cheered, some running for cover, but Swayam didn’t move. And neither did Sharon.

From the corner of her eye, Sharon noticed Rey and Kriya watching the scene unfold with knowing smiles. Rey, who had been one of the first people to understand Swayam’s love for Sharon, gave Kriya a look.

Kriya smirked. "Mujhe lagta hai aaj Sharon finally maan legi."

Rey chuckled. "Agar nahi maani, toh mujhe usse seriously baat karni padegi."

Kriya nudged him playfully. "Aur aapko lagta hai ki Sharon Rai Prakash kisi ki bhi sunegi?"

Rey sighed dramatically. "Point valid hai."

Sharon’s hands trembled as she stepped forward, ignoring the whispers and the way her friends watched in anticipation. She wasn’t thinking anymore.

She was feeling.

Reaching the stage, she stopped just inches away from him. The rain soaked through their clothes, but neither of them cared.

Sharon took a deep breath before speaking.

"Tumhe lagta hai ki main tumse pyaar karti hoon?" she asked, her voice steady despite the storm inside her.

Swayam smiled softly. "Mujhe nahi lagta, mujhe pata hai."

Sharon let out a shaky laugh, shaking her head. "Tum hamesha itne sure kaise hote ho?"

"Kyunki pyaar sirf mehsoos kiya jata hai, Sharon. Aur main har pal mehsoos karta hoon."

Her heart clenched at his words. The walls she had built for so long were already crumbling, but now, standing here, looking at him—she let them fall completely.

She reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his.

"Main bhi mehsoos karti hoon, Swayam," she whispered. "Main tumse pyaar karti hoon."

The cheers that erupted around them were deafening, but for them, it was just background noise.

Swayam’s eyes gleamed as he gently pulled her closer. "Phir se kehna."

Sharon smiled, leaning in, her forehead resting against his. "Main tumse pyaar karti hoon, Swayam Shekhawat."

And this time, when he kissed her, it wasn’t uncertain. It wasn’t hesitant.

It was love—raw, passionate, and undeniable.

As the rain poured down and the crowd cheered, Sharon knew—this was it.

This was their love story.

The End.