Fixing Broken Souls : A Swasan Fanfic (Chapter 1)

Fixing Broken Souls : A Swasan Fanfic (Chapter 1)

Link to last update (Prologue) I’m back with another chapter. Ty for the amazing comments and also the silent readers. I couldn’t stop smiling at your comments and so I made this a bit longer for you all! Hopefully u like it!

Chapter 1 ~~

~~Reality Hits Hard ♥♥~~

Sanksar’s pov~~

“Apne karam ki kar adaayein
Yaara, Yaaraa… yaara!

Mujhko iraade de
Kasamein de, waade de
Meri duaaon ke ishaaron ko sahaare de
Dil ko thikaane de
Naye bahaane de
Khaabon ki baarishon ko
Mausam ke paimane de
Apne karam ki kar adaayein
Kar de idhar bhi tu nigaahein

Sun raha hai naa tu
Ro raha hun main—–”

*cough* *cough*

My eyes filled with tears as I was seeing this happening again. Within minutes, I went back to the backstage. My ears filled with noises of the crowd booing me and calling me a “loser”. It’s ironical how people used to cheer for me and yelling an “I love you Sanskar” three years back. I walked faster with anger and frustration, but blocking those voices was not easy.

I walked straight into the green room throwing my guitar in disappointment. My band needed me, and I sucked out there on the stage. I felt miserable.

I sat down on the chair, burying my face in my palms. A few tears rolled down my eyes, and this feeling of sadness and emptiness wasn’t new. I had been performing like this since past three years. I wondered why was I still kept in the band.

I let out a deep sigh, as a light knock was heard on the door. I knew who stood out. He always came, and he always said the same thing. He was Laksh. I had stopped bothering to ask him to come in.

Eventually, he walked in and sat down beside me.

“Third flop in the row…” He said. Yeah, I somehow always gathered myself and tried to move on, with music of course, but they say “All good things do not last forever.” Whenever I tried to fix myself, I found myself more broken.

“I know my records better than you do. Please feel free to leave if you are here to remind me of them.” I said.

“This time, I’m not here for that. I’m of tired reminding you about how much of a good singer you are.” He said.

I let out a dry laugh. “That’s what she said when she left.”

She… Swara…the girl I loved to bits. The girl I still loved more than my life. The girl who’s heart I broke. The girl who left me…

“Sanskar, why can’t you get over it?” Laksh asked. His tone clearly indicated anger. I wish he knew how hard it was to get over her.

“I can’t get over her. I don’t want to.” I replied.

“Fine. If this is what you want, then that day won’t be too far, when you’ll be sitting outside the band, cursing yourself for not giving your music another chance.” He said

All this time, Laksh had been fuming. He was not talking to me calmly, like he always did. He was yelling at me, just because he could see me killing my own career.

“Sanskar, you know what you are capable of doing. Don’t let your heart take over your mind! Give yourself a second chance, and you’ll realize how much we all look up to you…” He added, restlessly.

I sighed, and looked at him. His eyes were full of hope and worry. He was on the top of his career. The whole band, as well as the whole nation was proud of whatever Laksh had achieved till now. He was signing a film and had won three back to back national awards for his music. He had no profit in coming to me after every performance, and supporting me. Yet, he came. He was there to see my rise, my fall, my breakdowns, my anger…everything.

“Do you think I deserve another chance?” I asked.

“Ofcourse, you do!” He said.

“Then why did Swara leave?” I asked.

I wanted an answer to this question so bad. I wanted to know whether I actually deserved a second chance.

“Tell me, Laksh. You say, I deserve another chance. Then why can’t Swara think the same? Why is she doing this to me? Why is she getting married to someone else?” I asked.

I was exasperated. I was nothing less than a broken soul. But looking at her name on the wedding card, had completely shattered my hope into pieces.

Laksh’s silence said it all. I clearly did not deserve a second chance. I realized that I had been asking all those questions to him everyday since I had received that awful wedding invitation.

“I don’t think I’m the right person to ask this question to.” Was the same reply he had been giving since days. I shut my eyes close, allowing a few tears to fall down.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Look yaar, Sanskar, she has moved on. And why shouldn’t she? No matter how much you deny, the truth will always be the same — you cheated on her.” He said, rubbing my back.

I hated listening to that. I cheated on her. I didn’t want to accept it. But somewhere, my subconscious knew, that it was true. My thoughts were just not coming to my lips.

“I’m guilty for what I did. I want her back, Laksh. I can’t live like this.” I said.

“Bhai, you know it well, that it’s not possible now. She is not, and cannot be your Swara anymore.” He said.

My heart clenched at those words of his. My whole body was numb, as it was too difficult for the bitter truth to sink in. I couldn’t help, but silently sob as I knew, there would be no one to wipe these tears away.

That day, reality had hit me hard…

Next update : Can’t Affect Me. . .

SanLak are bae ♥♥ Never ending friendship of theirs. Laksh is helping out Sanskar in everyway possible <3

Missing Swara? We'll have her point of view in the next update, finally.

♥ **Everything in the world is destined to be fixed even before its broken. And if its not fixed, then its not the end. . .**♥ —


Comment and let me know your view on this chapter!! And thanks you so so so much for liking this story as well. It might be boring in the beginning but later on it gets more and more better and interesting :)

Fixing Broken Souls : A Swasan Fanfic (Chapter 1)


Fixing Broken Souls : A Swasan Fanfic (Chapter 1)

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