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Swara's POV-

Ronita and I went for clubbing in the evening along with a few other friends on my birthday. We didn't drink too much because it was our first day for work yesterday and we didn't want to risk it. Besides, anyways I was a light weight, couldn't handle much alcohol.

Turning twenty five seemed like a big deal. Though I was here, partying in a club in London, I missed home. I missed everyone back there. I wondered did Kritika and Aditya get married, did they have a kid now, about both of my moms and dads, Aryan and my Bubbles.

It was almost midnight when we got hella tired after dancing.

" Swaru, let's head back. We don't want to get late tomorrow." She said and I nodded and walked out, hailing a cab.

Then, as I got to my room, I just put an alarm on my phone, looked at mumma and papa's photo and crashed on the bed.

Just like the other five years, this birthday was boring, uneventful and unexciting too.

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" Swaru.....wake up, it's already 7. We need to report there by 8:30." I heard Ro's voice which immediately grabbed my attention.

" Shit. I don't know what happened to the alarm." I said, getting up.

" Don't worry. Just freshen up soon. I've made breakfast today." She assured me and I ran to the restroom to get ready.

I was ready in about half an hour and we had breakfast in fifteen minutes and took the local bus.

We were there by 8:20. That was ten minutes early.

" Now let's show them what these Indian girls can do!" Ro cheered up and so did I.

I closed my eyes for a split second and I saw the faces of everyone I love. Then sighed, and we walked inside.

" We own where we go." I muttered and smiled and walked towards my department.

" Good morning all of you. I'm Alice Waterman, your supervisor and will be giving you your orientation so I want all of you to listen very carefully and make notes if needed be because I'll not be repeating myself again about the rules after today." She started in a no nonsense tone and we obliged.

The training went on for all of the day and we were assigned cubicles to work and given company laptops and stationary.

It was seven in the evening when I was done with the task assigned. Ronita was already done ten minutes back and was waiting for me to finish up so that we could leave.

" Let's go." I said and we took a bus back to the apartment.

As I opened my wardrobe to take my sleepwear, my eyes fell on the mangalsutra which must have come by mistake with me when I was packing to leave six years back in haste.

That memory was just as fresh as if it had happened just yesterday. I still was not over it and it just brought tears in my eyes whenever I thought about that day. All the I had so much fun with him, we even had pizza together and then ice cream and then I saw what I saw, it still breaks my heart to think that it was Kritika he chose over me. It still hurts.

" Swara, don't dwell into all of that. It was very difficult for you to get over it. You have a new life here with good people. Don't think about the past." I schooled myself.

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Aditya's POV-

" Mom, I'll be leaving for London today evening." I informed her.

" Why Adi? All of a sudden?" She asked, looking at me.

I told her about Swara being there and I'll bring her back.

" You never gave up looking for her, did you?" She asked, with a smile on her face.

" Mom, she's my wife and I didn't just marry her to let her go." I told her honestly and left for the airport.

There is nothing in this world which can now stop me from meeting her, confronting her and educating her about being in a marriage. Give her the answers she should have asked questions too and seek some answers from her for which she should have had given me an opportunity to.

" Mr. Kapoor, the jet is on standby. Do we seek permission to take off?" The attender asked and I nodded.

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Swara's POV-

It was the second day of work and by the end of the day, I was completely exhausted. This wasn't as easy as it looked or felt initially. There are a lot of client interactions, presentations, engagements and minutes to the meetings.

Swara's Look-

Ronita's department was a little time flexible though. She had already left for the day at six and here I was, sitting with my team, brainstorming till 8:30 pm. Of course we were going to get overtime but all I could imagine right now was my bed and food.

" Okay guys, I think this is it for today. We are calling it a day and then think on the same grounds for promotion to get a campaign ready." Alice said, getting up.

Finally!

I had made three friends in my department. Dancy, Peter and Ava.

Dancy and Ava were flat mates while Peter told me that he lives at West street which is literally two blocks away from my place.

" Hey Swara, how are you going home?" He asked, catching up.

" Taking the bus. What about you?" I asked as he started walking next to me.

" Same." He said and we walked to the stand and waited for the next bus, making small conversations here and there.

Finally, we sat in the bus which was the last one for the day and reached to the stop in about half an hour.

" Let me walk you to your place." Peter offered as we got down.

" No, no please. Don't worry about it. I'll go. As it is, it's getting late for you too." I objected but he insisted so I finally agreed.

As we reached my apartment, I offered him to come up but he politely declined.

" Mrs. Kapoor." I heard a voice at the back of my head, giving chills all over.

This cannot be possible. No, this can't be who I think it it. Please god! I don't want to go over all of that once again. It was so difficult to move on the previous time!

" Mrs. Kapoor." I heard the same voice once again, the way it addressed me leaving the same reaction as before.

" Dude, I think you've got the wrong person. She is Swara Agni...." Before Peter could pronounce my surname, he was interrupted.

" Mrs. Swara Agnihotri Kapoor." Aditya completed for him. I still hadn't gathered enough courage to turn back to look at him.

" What is going on? Swara, do you want me to call the police? Is he a stalker?" Peter asked.

I heard a chuckle pass through his lips. Just the same as six years back, just the same taunting, powerful person.

" It.....it's okay Peter. You go now. I know him." I said, half turning to him who was standing next to me.

" Swara, are you sure? You don't look okay?" He asked again, furrowing his eyebrows.

" My wife and I would like to talk alone." All the playfulness in his voice was gone.

Peter looked at me and I nodded as he started to walk away. I still didn't dare to turn around to show him my face or see his.

" Wh....wh...what a...re you doing here?" I stammered but finished the sentence quickly.

" As I told your friend, I am here to talk to you." He replied, emphasizing on the word friend.

" No. You said that you are here to talk to your wife and I am not your wife. Moreover, I don't want to talk to you about anything." I said, quickly getting inside as I ran towards the door of my apartment and quickly shut it.

10 seconds passed by. I thought that he was gone, so I slouched on the couch, holding my head in my hands.

" Swara, open the god damn door. I am here to talk to you." I heard his voice from outside and immediately walked to the door.

" Go away. I don't want to talk to you about anything. You possibly couldn't want to have to do with me after six years. I had signed the divorce papers when I left." I replied back.

" That is your biggest problem Swara. You don't listen to anyone and then go around assuming things. Just open the door and let me talk to you once." He said, slightly edgy.

" Haven't I made it very clear that I don't want to talk about anything. I have moved on and so have you. Then why get complications into the picture. You are happy in your life and I am happy in mine. That's all that matters." I said, as tears started flowing out of my eyes.

" And here I had assumed that your maturity level would have increased with your age. But no, it's still that of that old eighteen year old Swara. But know one thing. I am here to talk to you and if not today, I'll be there tomorrow or the day after or the day after that. You are done dodging me and not talking to me. I'll be here for as long as it takes for you to get you to talk to me. I need you to give me a chance to explain and I need you to answer a few questions of mine and for as long as these both things don't happen. I am not going anywhere. Specifically, I am not returning back to Mumbai without you." I hears his stubborn, unwavering voice.

" Fine Mr. Kapoor, then be ready to settle here in London because there is no way in bloody hell that I am returning back." I shouted, hitting the door.

" We will see about that Mrs. Kapoor." Came his reply. I could sense his smirk from here.

" I am not Mrs. Kapoor so don't you dare call me that!" I screamed.

" That's your problem, you never listen to anyone. No logics or explanations. Just want you think is right." Came his reply.

" Yes, you have mentioned that before but then again, as I said, I have moved on and these are memories which hurt. And I don't want to hurt myself again." I sighed.

" You are being completely selfish Swara. You were not like this before." He said, slowly.

" That's what I am trying to tell you. I have moved on, changed for good. I am not the same person anymore." I replied, trying hard not to choke over my tears.

" You think you can fool me with this crap? You are the same old Swara who is crying because she is hurting someone's feelings. Don't lie to me. I know you inside out." He said.

" I am not crying and you don't know me at all. Look, it has been a long day and I am in no mood for all of this. Bye." I replied, wiping my tears.

" I will see you very soon." I heard him from the other side and his footsteps went away.

Why did he have to come here and make his presence known after so long!? I was just trying to get over him but here he was, in all his glory, calling me his wife with such fervour that for a second, a split second I actually believed that Kritika was not there.

How bad I wished to see his face once.....just once and go and hug him, seek solace in his arms and let him comfort me but if I did that, it would be wrong on my part. It would be wrong to seek comfort in the arms of a man who was not yours, whose heart belonged to someone else.

His eyes, I wanted to get lost in those deepest eyes I had ever seen. Those eyes which were so deep that I could get lost in them and only he could save me from sinking in them.

His smile, which could light up the whole fucking world, at least my whole world.

I wish all of that could be mine and could be true but I guess, what you want does not matter.....what destiny wants does and destiny always wanted Aditya with Kritika and Swara being a nuisance of the way.

I was the luckiest girl on the planet to be in love with him and at the same time, the unluckiest one here to just that feeling be one sided.

Destiny and it's cruel ways.

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