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Here is the next update.
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As and when I can type ...you will have them. Sorry about that.

The first half might be a little on steamy side. Feel free to skip if you are uncomfortable. Please ignore errors and typos, if any.
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{the part where our leads turn few pages - new and old  }
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Desire and fury could be a deadly combination. It could fuel you, drive you to the edge ruthlessly …then consume. 

Sanskaar realized this, the  moment he tasted Swara. He should be fighting with her, not kissing her as his life depended on it. He should have kept her away given his mood ..not tangled with her  with driven passion.

He didn't care if he was crushing those lips, or devouring them like some starved soul, but somewhere he realized …. Swara was all he needed at the moment.
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What would you do when the man of your dreams kisses you? Like you are the center of his existence and when his mere touch ceases your mind and body, you no longer think but dive in …to take that fall.

The way his hands grabbed a fistful of her hair, tilting her head for a better angle, nudging her lips apart, demanding entrance,  It was nothing soft.

God knows! She didn't want to be soft, to be treated as some fragile little doll who has ‘handle-with-care ‘ written all over, instead she loved when he took her as an ‘equal’ driven by the same needs,  give or take.

A meek timid woman was not for him.He liked fiery,  who could take him with no inhibitions. Swara Bose matched his pace in everything, even in passion. Her fingers were deep in his hair, her hand draped over his shoulder, her curves pressed to him in all the right places as their lips mated with a frantic need, it simply called for more …

His one hand slipped into the soft fabric of her t-shirt …tracing her curves,  stroking a sweet spot . Swara broke the kiss …gasping, her dazed eyes meeting him. Breathing hard, Sanskaar gazed at her …his eyes,  intent and challenging. He watched  her eyes widen at a slight brush of his fingers over the swell of her breast  and a little tease on the nipple...

He would be damned if that  moan taking his name, her head falling back in pleasure … didn't turn him on and arouse him.

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She wasn't aware of sensations coursing through her. These felt new …If she thought she had known from their passionate interlude in the cabin …she was wrong. He was driving her towards some unknown need. That light kisses over her jaw, then a little nip,  his hands tugging her shirt down the shoulder …his lips on her neck and a gentle grazing of teeth.

He heard her muffled scream, her fingers fisting into his vest …as she trembled and grabbed him for another kiss.

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He needed to breathe … they needed to. He pulled back muttering a curse but his eyes didn't leave hers all flared up. He tugged her closer, brushing his lips over hers … and caught that little breathy gasp at his husky murmur

“I am not done with you yet.”
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A few weeks back  if someone told Swara,  she would be tumbling between sheets and rolling on the bed with Sanskaar Maheshwari, their lips and hands meddling with each other … Swara might have laughed at it, waved a hand in dismissal, but not anymore as they fought it out.

Anger, frustration, hurt everything poured into a heated make out …

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This silence felt comfortable. If frenzied passion is one facet of their equation, the subdued silence when curled up with each other was another she was coming to love. Her head buried into his neck, Her palm resting on his heart, and the gentle thud of it …felt wonderful

“Can we talk now?” Swara asked, looking up at him. Much calmer … Sanskaar studied her face for a minute.He leaned forward, touched her lips, lingered for a moment longer.

Yes, He murmured breathily and got out of bed.

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She took in that kiss , gentle, breezy and soul-stirring and before she could reach out for more … he was out.  She should stop feeling comfortable in his warmth, leaning on him beyond a point because the minute he left her , it was only coldness waiting to embrace her … a sort of loneliness.  

She stayed in bed for a while … gathering her thoughts and stepping down.

Her eyes found him on the balcony, his back to her. He looked as if he was gazing at the stars. She knew it wasn't over yet. The pending conversation is looming over and she wished for a closure of the rift. 

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Sanskaar stood on the balcony, entangling his thoughts. The anger might have washed off but the hurt, it still pricked. This was no place for taking his frustration out in any way. In other scenarios, he would deem the thought as outrageous, something attributed to losing the mind. In his house with family a few blocks away …definitely madness.

But the issue was, with Swara …he never thought.  He turned irritational, reckless, with no heed to consequences. Has this side of him always existed? Impulse and crazy, he wasn't aware of ? What was about Swara that turned him this way? He couldn't stop wanting her or thinking about her. 

Only Questions and no answers.

 He felt her step next to him and he needed only one at the moment.

“Why did you say that, Swara?’

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It was the question as expected

Swara welcomed the chilly breeze and brushed aside the hope he would wrap her in.She drew in a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the crescent moon looking like a big lone star.

“Let me tell you a story,  Sanskaar“

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He wasn’t expecting a story …but as he listened, Sanskaar realized It wasn't some story but a piece of her life Swara was sharing with him…a few pages from the unknown past.

“You know Sanskaar, there was a time when I had everything. My parents and a loving home. I never fell short of love, affection, or attention. A happy little world. Then One day …, “ Swara paused. 

How could she forget the day her world collapsed into nothing?

" It was my graduation day. I  was waiting near the college, waiting for Maa, and Baba to share the moment with them, to demand Baba a gift ….waiting for maa to bring along my fav sweet, click lots of pictures,  dinner and a quiet happy night snuggled to my Maa."

Swara didn't realize, but Sanskaar did, the tears spilling out of her eyes  and he didn't wait. He hugged her from behind and squeezed her in.. Swara didn't realize how badly she needed that hug … or him as she finally opened up a part of the past she never shared with anyone.

“It all happened so suddenly, Sanskaar. One minute I was waiting for them and the next hour I was staring at their dead bodies, lifeless.  I felt as if my world stopped, frozen. It was…” Her voice broke.

She curled up to him and cried.

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It was after an hour or two, Sanskaar stared at the sleeping form of Swara. Teardrops still lingered on her eyelashes, her cheeks stained.  How much pain did she hide within herself? 

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He let her finish and snuggled her in offering all the comfort she needed. And she went on to explain … how her parents had a love marriage defying both families and were disowned. Relatives she had never known showed up, few willing to take advantage of a lone girl, few making her sound like an extra burden to take in… 

And Sanskaar wanted to smack each one of them, beat to black and blue.

It was then she decided to move away from that place leaving memories behind. precious and painful.

 …shifted to the city, and joined MBA. Her parents saved her enough to get on with the future but the void had always been there. She got into a job …and days were passing on. Then Maheswari Inc happened.

"I don't know why and don't have an answer,  Sanskaar. I don't think I will ever have one on why I am so drawn to you right from the first meet. Every time I am with you, I feel happy like I am no longer alone. Maybe because I am so used to being loved and at once I was deprived,  all of sudden. It feels like I went on for so long without a person to lean on or share …or …

He waited…as she paused for a breath looked straight at him…with her misty eyes.

“ …All I knew was I want you to be the one.”

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Sanskaar brushed the hair off her face and felt her stir in sleep. The more he gazed at her, the more he felt drawn to a side he hadn't known existed, of that girl who craved attention, love, and acceptance. He had only been witness to her fiery strong side and she chose to be vulnerable with him.

May be he understood now …

Everything shifted so suddenly between them in a span of a night. A push and pull of feelings from months to a storm of passion.She had her fears…like he had his own. There was no reason for his feelings for Swara. Did he? just like her. 

She drifted to sleep in his arms after the tears dried off. She was not willing to let go of him as he lowered her to bed, her fingers fisted onto the vest. He didn't have the heart to leave her alone. Everything else can wait. 

He slipped next to her and snuggled her close.

“I am sorry I have hurt you, Swara” Sanskaar murmured his lips brushing her cheek in a soft feathery touch. “And I promise, I will be the one for you.” He breathed those words like a sweet secret. 

And she smiled in sleep.

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