Sharon tried opening her eyes but one refused to open due to a huge gash just above her right eyebrow. . . Lifting her hand she tried to touch her head but found it heavily bandaged. With her other open groggy eye she tried to look around and found a faint figure standing in front of her chanting something which sounded like her name. With another heavy attempt Sharon opened her eyes and recognized the voice. It was Swayam's.
"Sharon! Is it hurting? How are you feeling now?" She heard him say. Concern and urgency dripping from his voice.
Why was he asking such a thing? Where was she? And why the hell her head felt so heavy? She tried to recollect and all the incidents came to her mind like loads of bricks falling together. . . Photos. . .Office. . . Swayam's silence. . . Accident. . .
"Aahhh. . ." She screamed in pain as her mind started aching.
"Sharon. . . Are you?" He was about to touch her when she jerked his hands off.
"Don't! Don't touch me."
"Sharon. . ." Swayam looked at her disbelievingly.
Sharon was about to retort when the door clicked open and her doctor entered.
"Hey! How are you feeling now?"
Sharon gave a weak smile to the doctor as he instructed Swayam to take care of her.
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"Sharon. . . Have some food" Swayam brought the food trolly upto her and started serving the plate.
"I am not hungry!" Sharon replied dryly.
"Sharon please. . . Atleast have some. . ."
"I said I am not hungry."
"If not for yourself at least for our child. . . You have a child inside you! Our baby. . ."
Swayam was cut in between.
"My baby! Me and my baby don't need you Swayam Shekhawat." Sharon shouted.
Swayam was choked. He was not able to take her coldness. She was rejecting not only as a husband but as a father too. He pursed his lips to control his emotions and looked at her
"Sharon please trust me. . ."
"Trust? After whatever you did you have the audacity to ask me to trust you?"
"Sharon its not what it looks like "
"Really? Really Swayam? Please please tell me it's not what it looks like please." Sharon broke into another pool of tears.
"Please tell me those photos. . .that girl. . . everything is a lie please" Sharon said holding his hand in hers.
"Its not. . . Its not a lie! But there's more to it. . ."
"More? Tell me. . . What is it? Tell me Swayam." Sharon said wiping her tears and holding his face in her hands asking him to just deny everything and take her back to her happy world.
"I cannot. . . Sharon its. . ."
Her hands fell from his face and all the hurt came back swamming into her eyes.
"You cannot. . . There is something you cannot tell me! Your wife? There is something more important than me. . .your family. . . Something more important than our relationship?" Tears made their way down her cheeks.
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Broken Wings
FanficBest Ranking- #12 in sadstories #1 in D3 #1 in VruShan #2 inSwaRon Sharon Rai Prakash, a twenty-seven years old, confident and smart woman lives a beautiful life with her love of the life, Swayam Shekhawat. They love each other, adore each other...