Fanaa - Destroyed in Love - A Swasan FF

Chapter #7

Hey FolksHere is next installment ..Hope you will like this chapter .

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Sometimes the mind wants to settle, but the heart craves more.

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Sanskaar tossed and turned on bed for umpteenth time trying to get some sleep but all his attempts in vain. Every time he closed his eyes, the flashes of that hug

Damn! he got up

Why is he so restless, its just a hug for god's sake and hug was nothing but a casual affair in his college, elite business parties and it's not like he never hugged a girl.

"She's not any other girl, she is SWARA", a small voice chided in

True ,he nodded in agreement Its not just anyone .Its Swara .

From the time he met her no doubt she had been in his thoughts one way or other but today ..his thoughts drifted back to play ground . That hug , how it felt so right holding her, the feel of her warm breath, their faces so close and how his heart raced like marathon.

Enough saNSkaar! He snapped at himself.

Trying to stop the trail of his thoughts and for the need of fresh air ,he got up from his bed , made his way towards balcony . Standing near the window feeling cool night breeze and letting the moon cast light on him ,he closed his eyes taking deep breath and his first thought was what she would be doing at this moment.

The same moon light and night breeze caressed her face gently as she stood rooted to her fav spot, near balcony. Her heart was reeling in that moment in play ground they shared, his arms around her and how it felt so right being there , that look in his eyes like he...

Stop it swara! a voice sprang up .She can't feel all this, This has to stop .it's wrong in so many ways , She just cant. He is her friend , just a friend that should do.

She closed the window and went back to sleep

Just a friend?? .Better not to try figuring out why this thought troubled him but he already has too much chaos to deal with at this moment., In fact shouldn't he be happy that his mind is trying to knock him out of her thoughts but his heart...

He sighed in defeat. He was fighting too much with himself, and he was too tired to keep it up. It was a long day...and good memories. Why spoil his own pleasure in it by arguing with himself? He went back to bed, sighing as he sank in, closed his eyes. The day ran behind his closed eyelids like a slideshow, his equivalent of counting sheep. The children's joy over his gifts, their little moments of triumphs in the silly match, the boundaries she hit, even their missed catches, hitting the final six, running up to Swara, the world spinning with her in his arms, that freeze frame moment when it stopped spinning altogether with her in his arms...Swara as she laughed, Swara as she smiled, Swara as she looked down at him from the church steps, surrounded by that halo of light...Swara as she stood by the gate and smiled as she called out to him and said Good night...

He drifted off to sleep with a smile on his lips.

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