Fixing Broken Souls : A Swasan Fanfic. (Chapter 12 part 2)

Chapter 12 Part 2

Prvs update : RagSan conversation about Swara. Sanskar somewhat impresses Shekhar. RagLak’s walk and talk.

~~Apology Accepted (2) ♥♥ ~~

Sanskar’s POV~~

I decided to pass time by randomly joining guests. I was known to many of them, and some were my own friends. Finally, at noon, it was lunch time. I was in the lawn, teaching little a kid how to hold a guitar while playing it.

“No. Put your hand here and bend this a little. That’s right.” I said. He vibrated the strings like a professional. I laughed, as I heard some noises approaching me. It was Shaurya along with Swara.

“Did you eat anything?” He asked. They were behind a pillar. I wasn’t seen, as I was on the other side. I was practically eavesdropping, which is bad. But I couldn’t help it.

“Yes, I did, Shaurya. Stop worrying about me!” She whined.

“Arrey, acha, okay. But are you sure you’re not hungry? I can feed you, really.” He said.

“No bubba. Don’t just jump on the opportunity of being with me. Now go, I’ve to take some rest.” She said. They were laughing and giggling like teenagers. I couldn’t help but burn a little from inside. Yes, I was jealous. For a moment, I did feel, that Swara was happy with him.

“Okay, I’ll go now. Mom wants me to accompany her to shop to get some sweets and stuff. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” He said.

“Oh. Okay. Come soon.”

His evil laugh echoed in my ears.

“Why? Can’t you live without me? Anyway I’ll miss you till I come back. Then I’m taking you out for dinner tonight.” He said.

‘No wait. . . What was the need for that? Can’t they just sit together here and eat?’ I wondered.

His footsteps faded into the distance, indicating that he was gone. Swara walked out, directly in front of me. I pretended that I hadn’t heard anything. Meanwhile, Swara appeared from behind the pillar.

“Eavesdropping is a bad habit.” She said, standing in front of me. Her hands folded across her chest. I sighed. She knew me too well.

“I wasn’t – I’m not interested anyway.” I stated. The little kid played the guitar in a very funny manner.

“Yeah. I can see that.” She replied.

The little kid kept the guitar on the floor and ran inside, as soon as he realized that I wasn’t teaching him anymore. Swara was about to go inside when I stopped her.

“Hey, did you eat anything?” I asked.

“You should be knowing that considering the fact that you heard the whole conversation between me and Shaurya.” She replied with the rolling of her eyes.

Just as I was about to give my say, a weird grumbling noise filled my ears. Swara flushed deep red, and I instantly understood where it came from. She was hungry and her stomach was making the weird sounds. I laughed hard which embarrassed her even more.

“So someone is really starving.” I said. She frowned, looking at the ground.
“Do you want me to get something for you?” I asked.

“No.” She said, looking away. I didn’t say her anything. I kept looking at her since I knew she would say a yes in a while. And then she said —

“Actually, yes. I’m starving!”

I chuckled. “Okay. Lets eat then.” I said.

She groaned. “But one funny business Mr. Kapoor, and you’re gonna have it from me. Stay in your limits.” She earned, pointing her finger at me. She looked cute doing that.

“Don’t worry. I won’t cross the line. Ab chalo. . .” I said, imitating Deepika’s style, the way she said that to SRK in Chennai Express. She laughed hard, nodding and we walked back inside.

Almost everyone seemed to be done with lunch. Except ‘my Swara’. Of course, she was too embarrassed to ask someone to feed her. But I was not going to let her starve because of her stubbornness. I couldn’t help but wonder that she was the ‘real her’ always in front of me.

“Put some more.” She ordered as I put some more chicken on her plate.

“And oh, gulab jamun! One more.” She added. The plate was full, yet I helplessly obeyed her. Arguing was not an option when I was with Swara. I put everything she needed on her plate and we sat down at the table.

“Itna khana jayegaa kahaan? Don’t get fat, huh.” I said. She rolled her eyes.

I fed everything; and by everything I meant water as well. Poor girl couldn’t even pick up the glass with her hands full of Henna. Once we were done, she sat up straight with a contented expression.

“Huh! What a lunch!” She exclaimed, slightly rubbing her belly.

“I didn’t know about your appetite. You used to eat so less, remember? I still eat the half of what you just ate.” I said.

“Oh shut up! I can’t stay away from chicken! I wonder how you manage your diet.” She said.

“Well, it’s not a piece of cake, specially when it come to avoiding aaloo parathas cooked by my mom.” O said.

She gasped. “Oh my. That lovely heavenly creation! They were so tasty!” She exclaimed. For some reason, thankfully though, she looked happy that day. I chuckled.

“Yeah they were. She stopped making them though.” I said.

“Why?” Swara asked, offended.

“I don’t know. I’m barely at home. Ashmit hates them. She is not allowed to have anything oily. So there’s no one to eat, I guess.” I shrugged.

“What?” Swara asked. She seemed really offended.
“Oh God. Please let me stay with your mom. I’m ready to eat those parathas everyday.” She pleaded.

I didn’t take it seriously, until her words finally hit me. It was awkward. Very awkward. She seemed to feel that too.

“I didn’t mean it that way.” She simply stated.

“I know. Its okay. We should probably go. Are you done?” I asked, trying to lighten up the atmosphere. She nodded and got up from her seat. Just as I was about to leave, Swara stopped me.

“Sanskar?”

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you something?” Her question caught me off guard. What was it now? I halted and waited for her to continue.

“I know its a little off subject, and I was the one who told you not to talk about it, but I just… I have to ask…” She trailed off. Her curiosity and discomfort was evident in her tone.

“What is it, Swara?” I asked.

She shrugged and took a few steps closer to me.
“I just want to know whether you’re really happy. I mean, are you happy? As in, I know you came here for me. Trust me, it means a lot that you came. But are you not hurting yourself? Seeing me with someone else? Be honest, Sanskar. These questions have been haunting me since the day you’ve arrived.” She said.

What could I possibly say to her? The fact that she cared about my happiness was enough to lift me up. Lift my hopes up. I was here, trying to win her back. Knowingly or unknowingly, Swara was making it all easier for me. I smiled at her.

“I know the reason behind you sending me your wedding invitation. It wasn’t because you wanted me to be part of your big day. You sent me that because you wanted me to feel the same pain that you felt three years ago. Isn’t that correct?” I asked. She sighed and hung her head in shame. But there was nothing to be ashamed of. . .

“I’m sorry for that. It was just so stupid of me to actually do that to you.” She said.

I shook my head in denial.
“No. You are not as stupid as you think you are. I mean, yes I do get hurt everytime I see you with him. Honestly, I don’t want to see you with him. I am going through something you have already gone through before. Now I realize the pain and the suffering I’ve caused to you. But Swara, I’m here to tell you that I’m not going to let go.” I said.

She scoffed.
“Why? I’m getting married, Sanskar. All this is not a joke to me. Can you see these preparations? These are for that one special day of my life where I’ll become someone else’s. You waiting for me like this, is completely irrelevant! Don’t you have your own life to live?” She asked.

My life? How different was it from hers? Her happiness was mine. Her dreams were mine. I had given my heart and soul and mind and whatever that was left of me to this girl.

“This is my life, Swara. You are my life. Your happiness is all I ever want. If Shaurya makes you happy, then so it be. I won’t try to ruin it just because I am insanely in love with you. But I’ll always wait for you. Even after you’re married and have kids and grow old. I’ll just keep loving you till my last breath.” I said.

A tear slipped down her eye. I wiped it off quickly. I felt terrible for making her cry in every situation.

“You don’t have to do this, Sanskar. You’re hurting yourself. You’re hurting me. How can you love me so much? How can anyone love someone so much?” She asked. Her eyes were curious, looking for a thousand answers. I had the answers to all her questions. I had the solutions to all her problems. All she had to do, was let me to fix her again.

“Its not just me, jaan. Remember the time when we both used to be in love. We used to love each other so much. Like there was no end to it. Please try to remember those days. We were happy. We still can he happy, Swara.” I said, caressing her face. Her whole body seemed to be relaxed under my touch.

“It’s too late…” She said.

“No. Its never too late. Even if you ask me take you away now, I would do that. I will run away with you. Wherever you want. Wherever we are happy, like before.” I said. She took a deep and unsteady breath. She pulled away from my touch. But this time, she wasn’t being rude. She gently pushed me away.

“Till date, I used to hate you. I used to convince myself that what you have done to me cannot and will not be forgiven. But whatever you’ve done for me; your letters, your voicemails, everything you’ve given me till now, is too big in front of that one mistake of yours.” She said.

My heart was beating fast as I was longing to hear her say those three words. No, not that she loves me. But that, she had forgiven me. I let her continue.

“I can never thank you enough, Sanskar. You deserve my forgiveness. You deserve my friendship. I just want you to know, that I have forgiven you. I’m not going to hold back any grudges from now on. We loved each other, but it was not meant to be. We should live with that and move on.” She said.

I felt relief wash over me. I had never been so happy in the past three years. That “I forgive you” coming from her was something that I had only dreamt of listening. But that also didn’t mean that, we could stay together now. She had said that I deserved her friendship. What about her love?

Nevertheless, I put on a smile.
“I’ve been longing to hear that. Thank you, Swara.” I said and for the first time in what seemed like forever, I saw her smiling genuinely. It wasn’t a show off. She was smiling from her heart. I was glad to be the reason for that smile.

“Good. Now that its all okay, and we’re friends again, escort me to my room please. I need to rest.” She said. I laughed and nodded.

“Yeah. Hold on.” I said.

Then I walked back to her room. I entered mine and thought of everything that had unexpectedly took place that day.

Even though I was forgiven, Swara had not accepted the fact that she still loved me. I had barely a week in hand, to get her to confess. I was firm on one thing —

I loved her and I wasn’t going to give up on her so easily. . . ♥♥

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A/N

So far, my favourite chapter. What about you all? Thanks for your support and also your comments which always motivated me. And also the silent readers, if you are reading this and u liked it please break your silence! Love you all to infinity square. . .

I haven’t given a thought to the next chapter but I definitely want to make it interesting and unexpected. Fingers crossed hopefully some good ideas hit my brain today!

I have my physics exam tomorrow. So it could be a short update or no update tomorrow. Ugh! I hate my exams. And good news! I have been selected as Sports captain ? I can’t believe that actually <3

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