Swasan ff:An Incomplete Scrapbook (Without Her) Episode 12 Season 2

Sanskar's POV:
My thoughts broke down when I heard swara's voice. "So, you are the 3rd suspect?", she asked in a surprising tone. It meant swara had heard all the news & now she was definitely going to hate me as she didn't want my killing of innocent people. Oh wait!! But they weren't innocent na! In a fumbling tone, I replied,"Trust me! I don't want to kill them. They have attacked me first. If I won't kill then they must have killed me. And these two guys are also tried to molest you. So, I couldn't..........."

I was unable to complete the sentence. How could I say that I felt there was some connection between us & for that reason whenever I saw Alex & Martin, I couldn't control my rage after remembering the incidents they had tried to do with you. But surprisingly in a calm voice, she said,"I don't want any explanation sanskar! I know you aren't at all bad from heart & yes! When I have met you that night, you are severely beaten & shot.. So, for self defense, you must have fired the bullets. And don't be sad as I will never blame you for their killing.. I trust you, Sanskar..."

I couldn't believe what I had heard.. Trust!! Did she really utter the word trust? What the hell was wrong with her? How could she trust me so easily within merely 15 days? This attitude of her always attracted me towards her even if I tried to move away.

She handed over a bowl of oats to me & sat besides me on the sofa. I still couldn't resist myself from alluring towards her like a honeybee couldn't bear separation from its hive & her closeness was making my temptations irresistible. I tried to part away from her & randomly changed the channels to divert my mind...

A mixture of emotions, feelings & sensations were running inside my body like an adrenaline rush. Some movie was going on the TV. But my mind & concentration was only upon swara. To avoid her ocean like blue eyes which had the capability to engulf all my burning feelings towards her, I was looking away from her.

After sometimes, I felt a weight on my shoulder. She had already leaned on my shoulder and her hands were wrapped around my waist. The lustrous, feather like hairs were spreading on her temple. I sided her hairs behind one corner of ear & took glances of her sparkling face. Unknowingly I uttered,"You look beautiful, swara! Don't come too close to me. Don't make it too difficult for me to move away from you. The sooner I leave you, the sooner will be your safety..."

Suddenly I felt guilty as due to taking my responsibility, she was so tired that she slept on sofa. She needed a sound sleep. So, I decided to pick her to her room not to disturb her sleep. I carefully picked her milky, soft, porcelain body on my harsh & tough hands & proceeded towards her room.

I knew that I was going to hear her shouting again for this crime of mine of picking up her to her room. But anything for her!! She was showing too much concern for me, couldn't I take a minimal care of her?? While I was thinking all these aspects, I reached to her room & placed her on the bed. This was the 2nd time, I was coming here but the situations were entirely different. I covered her in bed sheet & as soon as I proceeded to move out of the room, my eyes fell upon the table where along with the picture of her, some other photo frame was also kept.

I was overwhelmed with joy like I got some hidden treasure after ages. This photo was kept in my jacket which I had given to swara during her escaping. This was the only photo I had with my mom. I never thought that she would keep it as a photo frame that to in her room like a precious object.

My emotions were surging like the tsunami in the mid sea. I gently kissed her forehead to show my gratification to her. I could never payback the debt she was bestowing on me happily. I grabbed the photo frame tightly & placed it closure to my heart. A few drops of tears were coming out of my eyes & falling upon her forehead. Not to disturb her sleep, I wiped out my tears & placed that photo frame gently on the table.

As soon as I tried to move out, she held my hands & said,"How do I come here, sanskar?" I knew that the time had come to hear her shouting again. I bent my head slightly & said,"Actually, you have slept on sofa... So, I have picked up you to your........" & she didn't even let me complete my sentence. As expected, cutting my words, she yelled,"How can you be so childish sanskar? Can't you wake up me? Let me check your bandages.. Is it still properly intact or not??" By saying so, she started her examination upon me.

I grabbed her hands tightly & by showing the photo frame, I asked her," What is this swara? Why have you kept it here?" Her facial reactions were changed & after taking a brief pause, she humbly replied,"I have got it from your jacket. I have found similarity between you & the boy present in this picture, like you are the grown up version of this boy. However I can't understand the change of nature you possess now.. The boy in the picture is too bubbly but you are too harsh. Like a puzzle piece, you always haunt in my brain. Are you the same person who has killed a man in that dark cellular jail & also helped me in escaping?? I am just too curious to know about you... And from past 15 days, I have heard your screaming in sleep like 'don't kill my mom' & some words like captain, child; you have frequently uttered. I just want to share your pain as nobody is evil from birth. And this photograph is half torn. So, I want to know the connection between all the happenings...." She was showing a blank expression in her face like she was expecting some answers of these unanswered queries...

I kept numb as she had already known the half truth of my life. And now she was expecting to know the whole truth. But how could I say the truth of my life to her. Breaking my thoughts, she said,"It's OK sanskar! If you don't trust me to share your pain, then I won't force you.." She left the grip of my hands to let me go. How could she even think that I had trust issues with her.. I quickly grasped her hand & said,"Swara! How can you think like that?? You have saved my life. If I don't trust you, then who the hell will trust you?"

She kept her another hand over my hand & in an assuring tone asked,"Then what's the problem in sharing your pain?" If I can see pain in your eyes, then share with me your tears. If I can see joy in your eyes then share with me your smile, then I will be more than happy..." Huh!! Girls were the most unpredictable creatures of Almighty.. For the first time in my life, somebody wanted to share my pain... Crazy enough undoubtedly!!

In a deep woe, I said,"I can share! But can you bear the truth of my life??" Drops of tears were rolling down from my cheeks.. She wiped my tears & said,"Sanskar! I have seen much more torture in my life. I can bear & engulf any sorrow & sufferings." I took a long breath & by showing the photo frame, I said,"she is my mom, swara! I love her a lot.. My father & mother have fallen for each other during their teen age. But he has killed my mom later...." I was unable to say more...

Swara in her shocking expression asked,"What? How? They have loved each other.. Then why has your dad killed your mom?? & where is your dad now??" Here came the most awaited question.. In a stern voice, I replied," I have killed my dad...."

Swara was taken aback. She was horrified. At once, she left my hands leaving me completely shocked. I already imagined about this repercussion.. I had lost her, I felt lost in this world. She was my guide, my light. I ruined everything now. She was gone forever. Oh god! Why did I share the truth! I fell on ground in a miserable condition...


Credit to:Kashis