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S2 ⊰|43|⊱ Giant Wheel [1]

 "In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful."

–Alice Walker

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Swara was done wearing the jewelry and was putting her make-up on without realizing Kunal's gaze on her. He was smitten by her and he would not accept this anytime soon.

He walked over to her, standing behind her, while she was busy wearing her bangles.

Kunal naturally landed his hands on the untied thread. His touch gave her the chills down the spine.

"Wh-what are you--"

Kunal didn't flinch for a second. He continued tying her thread when his eyes landed on a certain wound she got on her back...It was a deep wound...like she was stabbed with a tiny dagger.

"You're hurt?...how did you get hurt?"

Kunal did not even realize what his push had caused her. Even though it was a mistake...

Swara again felt the rage run through her thinking of the way he pushed her. He was hurt and she understood that but even he had to understand or at least listen to her while she was willing to explain.

Swara grabbed her dupatta in an attempt to walk away from him and she was half way through...

But...

Her act had Kunal get angry again...he grabbed the side of her arms from the back and pushed her to a nearby wall. Her cheek was against the cold wall and Kunal's warm hand on either of her hands.

She struggled against his grip but he did not even flinch a bit.

He tied the thread twice making sure it doesn't open on its own. Swara's breath was accelerating and she could feel goosebumps all over her body. Only if she could understand why Kunal's touch made her react the way it did.

Kunal's hand slowly slid over the back of her neck, pushing all her hair to one side. Her heart rate accelerated...

She moved her shoulder, in an attempt to set free but Kunal pressed her shoulder against the wall. Her breath hitched the moment the cold, creamy texture of the ointment touched her hurt back.

He applied ointment thoroughly, while carefully watching how his touch affected her. How the hurt pained her.

Once he was done, he pulled her arms...making her face him as he stared right through her soul. Swara somehow controlled her thumping heart and tried hard not to melt at the gaze he gave.

She could feel how he clenched his jaws...she knew he had lots to say but he was controlling himself.

After a while of complete silence, he walked away.

Swara stared at his retreating back...holding her heart center as if, her heart would thump out of her rib cage...if she didn't hold it in place.

Moron! First he hurts me then applies ointment on it; she said to herself.

She definitely was angry but whatever happened a few minutes ago was a little too much than their 'normal' caring behaviors. She held the wall for support and a small smile appeared on the corner of her lip.

What the hell's happening to me?; She wondered.

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Everyone happily performed the Puja for Diwali...a lot of family and friends had joined them, including Swara's parents.

They had invited Avni's family too but they refused to come saying Kajal needed some assistance at home.