SwaRon: The Fairy-Tale Affair

2. The Pendant

Sharon was dressed in knee-length attire that had a thin satin fabric with a netted attachment that covered her yet, revealed most of her. Sitting on a stool, one that had a soft-cushion placed on it, right in front of the mirror that touched the two vertical ends of the wall she simply slid her fingers along the length of her thick curls making the water droplets, at the edge of her strands scatter. Her eyelids parting away slowly, looking up at the reflection in the mirror with her cheeks turning the shade of pink.

Suddenly an arm encircled around her waist, its grip tightened at the very second when her head fell back and her eyelids met as Swayam's image appeared at the huge mirror, just next to her. With a deep breath she was set to register the moment which for her seemed to be beautiful and she was sure that it would be beautified with every passing second.

Swayam was on his right knee just behind her. He rested his chin on her shoulder, whereas his nose was gently traced down her cheek and rested on her neck. He could smell the fresh flowery essence of the angel in his arms.

He shifted the hair onto the other shoulder and while doing so his hands traced the back of her neck which at the very instant sent tickling sensation, a shiver down the spine making her body fall on his, even more, minimising the space that was barely present. Her legs stretched ahead while her hand intertwined with his that curled around her waist.

His fingers clutched into a fist grabbing some of the fabric that covered her. She hardly felt herself dressed and with his lips tracing the droplets along the length of her neck. This very action of his made her skin burn under the heat and a tempting sensation that made her lose her senses.

She felt him scratching away the netted attachment of her dress to which she snapped her eyes open inviting the most shocking surprise of Swayam tearing apart her attire. She dug her nails deep into his flesh making him smirk. He for once looked deep into the drowning eyes and within an instant her eyelids met not wanting to fall apart while her lips curved into a shy smile. He had a satisfying smile and he soon freed her from the netted attachment. Each and every inch of her skin felt like being tickled.

He swept her off the stool, leading her to her bed that had cottony-soft mattress which felt like floating on the clouds. She was soon thrown on the bed, her mind anticipating things that would be coming up while her eyes still closed. She clutched the bed sheets, waiting with baited breathe for him to come over and carry-on with what he has made her imagine all of.

She felt her name being called out but she chose to ignore as she was all interested about the heating up atmosphere between the two of them. She shyly moved back when a hand stroked on her upper arm. She found him abruptly shaking her to which she frowned and opened her eyes to shot back a glare to him but the very next second she sat with a jolt.

She saw her maidens standing in front of her, tensed and nervous. She scanned the entire room and to her surprise there wasn't any sign of his existence in her room. She again glanced back at the maidens who had their eyes glued to something across her, following their gaze did she realize that they were actually astonished to see her bed, her bed - which by the time was a complete mess - something that was been witnessed by them earlier as well, almost every morning. She felt embarrassed for making her bed look like she had just had an intercourse, which she almost dreams off every night and then in the morning the maidens find her stirring in bed, like this. Alas! She had been dreaming about him, ever since she had fallen for him. She got off the bed and passed by them avoiding their questioning eyes. She moved her fingers into a tight fist that held the pendent, holding it against her throbbing heart; smiling to herself that how madly had she fallen for this guy whom she hadn't even known a few days back, the one who irritated her, the most was now the fantasy to her.