During lunch break Swara was sitting in the nearby cafe, she was missing Sanskar, but it was her decision to let him enjoy with his childhood friend.
But shouldn't he at least called her.

Swara broke out of her thoughts hearing a loud ruckus.

A man was hurting his wife.

" YOUR ARE A SLUT!  A GOLD DIGGER! YES THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE!"

"p..p...p please dear you are hurting me!AH!"

the man slapped the woman's face  showing  no care even if her face was burning with a red mark,  the  women fought and end up scratching his cheek the man winced in pain  and raised his hand, the women shut her eyes close bracing herself for another hit.

SLAP!!

  Swara was quick to act and blocked  another slap instead she was  the one who got slapped in the face,the women opened eyes and realise what just happened."o my God..." her eyes widened with shock she slowly back away covering her mouth.

Swara turned her head at her giving the woman  the brightest smile  ever.

"Are you ok?" she asked the woman who endlessly apologized to her.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"

  The man who caused stinging burning red on Swara's  cheek yelled. Swara  turned her head to the man glaring at him.

"A wife! should be treated like a queen!!!they should be loved by their husbands"Swara yelled back and everyone nodded in agreement. The man looked at his surrounding hating the fact that Swara was right.

"WHAT DO YOU KNOW?  THAT WOMAN IS A GOLD DIGGER! I SAW HER STEALING MY MONEY"The man said, in which the woman cried even more, Swara looked at her " is it true?" the woman nodded.

"Yes!but..."

"YOU SEE! EVERYONE SHE'S A GOLD DIGGER!"

The man yelled feeling so proud of himself when cold water was splashed on to him "she's not yet done explaining, shithead!."

Swara was surprised to see the same man whom she met in office few hours ago but she couldn't recall his name.

"I...I already....did that...beacause my mom is sick, you always beat me, slap me, punch me! Everything I do annoys you!

The woman said crying out her eyes.
Swara couldn't believe on what she was hearing so are  the others.

"What a vulgar man he is"

"I know right....he does look like a criminal"

"I can't believe he's that retarded.."

The man heard all these whispering and was fuming with anger. He clinched his fist and came charging at Swara who was ready to fight back.

The man was ready to knock the hell out of Swara but the same man whom Swara met few hours ago beat him to it by landing a strong but powerful punch, the man fell losing conscious.

"Oh!Wow!!"

He said surprised by his own strength.
He turned his gaze to Swara smiling.

"Hey! We met again!"

Swara glared at him.
" Listen here! You, Mr stalker. Let me tell you something I'm not going to fall for your ' oh I'm so cool' trick. So fuck off!"

" And yeah! One more thing. I capable of defending myself, I didn't asked for your help so I'm not going to thank you this time "she walked away leaving a smirking man behind her.

"I see!"was all he or say Laksh said.

Finally after  completing all her work she headed towards her home...yes it's her home now where she and Sanskar live. She still remember how her mom used to tell the difference between a house and a home, a house is made of bricks and cement while a home is made up of feelings.

They have their own rooms though. Swara almost laughed  remembering how Sanskar was whining when she asked for a different room.

First thing she noticed  on entering her home was  her love, sitting on the sofa and doing something on his phone may be playing game.

She felt happy that at least he's waiting for her, but then

He have time to play games on this phone but don't have any time to call me?

When Sanskar felt her presence, he immediately smile " here you are, how was your day?"

Swara just ignored him and started to move towards her room only to be caught by Sanskar's hand softy gripping on her wrist.

Sanskar gaved her a confused look while Swara snatched away his her, sending him a glare that could make Antarctica feel like a summer holiday.
Sanskar gulped in fear.

Sanskar  had been staring at the door of Swara's  bedroom for last five minutes. The problem is Sanskar  knew he needs to apologise to Swara  but he was just not sure how.

Swara's  angry face was still sending shivers throughout his body. He knew he screwed up and he screwed up real bad this time but everything he though to apologise sounds wrong. 

After about ten minutes of internal monologue where Sanskar  imagined fifty different ways in which Swara  was going to smash the door on his face, he finally takes a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Knock. No response

Knock again. Still the Same.

“Open the door Swara......I'm sorry baby please…I can see the lights in your room.  I know you are in there.” Sanskar  said after third time knocking on door and being totally ignored.

“Go away Sanskar. Swara  is sleeping” Sanskar  rolled his eyes at Swara  referring to herself in third person.

“Swara  is not sleeping” Sanskar  chuckled. “she is going to be a good girl  and will open the door”

No response

“Come on Swara , you can't stay in there forever”

“I can….just go away Sanskar” Swara  said  from behind the door. Even if Swara  was beyond the door, Sanskar  knew Swara was still mad at him.

“Swara  come on….I need to….” Sanskar  exhaled. “We need to talk”

Swara  finally opened the door, coming into Sanskar's view after what feels like entity for Sanskar.

Her hair was messed and her clothes were unorganized, showing Sanskar the glimpse of her collarbone.

CRACK!!

And there brokes the thin control of him over his hormones......

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How was that??