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A SWARON OS
Heyya guys,
This os is for my sweet amazing bhai, Anmol!
! Hope u guys like this twist.
Ok here u goo...
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"Who do u think will win the match? Sharon or Swayam?" asked coach
"Mr. Singhania,I swear its gonna be a tie! These two playing the match against eachother is just like Roger Frederer VS Novak Djokovic.Cant they ever give up!" shouted an irritated coach.
"Hahaahha, I choose my child.Well lets see who wins!" says Mr. Singhania
"U better see! Sharon will make him loossee!" says the coach
Swayam and Sharons match was going on, both of them were the best tennis players anyone could have ever seen, think of playing against them? know u are going to loose, thats how good they were. Both of them had the capability to anticipate the others move, they had the desire to win, they had the thirst to proove that they were the best! It wasnt only their skill which gave everyone a breaking news but it was also their attitude which made everyone sit up. Their attitude shined with pure thirst, all they would want is to win, giving up? it was definitely not in their nature.
When u are famous, does the media ever leave u? Millions of reporters crowded the 2 best tennis players homes, snapping pictures!, their mouths blabbering non stop questions.
"When will u defeat Swayam/Sharon?"
"Who is the best?"
"Is she/he your enemy?"
Such useless questions made both of them mad, afterall they were THE BEST! No one could take their place, NO ONE!! Both of them challenged eachother for a tennis match, none backed out, but the coaches couldnt help groaning.They met at Dubai, the country where the highest tennis court was located. Their egos were going to clash, the rackets busy defending their players and most of all the fans going mad for their stars. Before leaving, each of them couldnt help googling the other.
Afterall what use is google then
"Sharon Rai Prakash" said Swayam, clicking the search button
"Swayam Shekhawat!" murmered Sharon, checking him out on google
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"The champion tennis player" said google
Both of yelled," MY FOOT! Am the best dammit, u better watch out u fool! U are gonna loose."
No matter how much they tried to be attitudy, in the end they were humans only. Both of them feared to loose badly, none had expected to rise up to such a high level. Hours passed, minutes to meet their opponents became less, their attitude remained their only strength.
"U are Swayam Shekhawat?" asked Sharon boldly, trying to hold her butterflies.
"So much attitude, wait till u see, what I do of u." thought Swayam
"Yes Ms Sharon Rai Prakash. The so-called champion.." started Swayam
"Uhuh U mean the only champion! oh and I see someone has researched about me and come. Am I right coach?" teased Sharon
"What the hell! This girl is damn fast, talk about a baatcutter!" thought Swayam
"My foot! Unfortunately my coach gave me your information. Oh and about googling u, well am not soo jobless to do so." said Swayam
"This man! There is not one boy who wont drool on me and he, ergh, So much attitude!" thought Sharon
"Whatever! See u tomorrow at the tennis court, and watch out. Get ready to loose!" said Sharon, glaring at him
"Dream on!" said Swayam
They both parted ways but there was something which urged both of them to fight more, their hearts wanted to merge more... But both of them threw those thoughts in the dustbin, afterall they just wanted to proove, they were the best.
THE NEXT MORNING..
Sharon shut the ringing alarm and rushed to freshen up. She had to warm up for the match afterall, she had to win! She pulled on her jogging suit and went for practice. Her legs barely touched the ground, the wind blowing her hair, her speed unbeatable. Her mind zoomed around the first meet, she couldnt stop dying in those beautiful brown orbs, he had become an complete magnet whos attracted her too much. Her leg slipped, she was about to fall just when...
"U freaking idiot, cant u watch out!" shouted Swayam, catching her
Sharon pushed him back, "Dont u dare!" she shouted
"U think am interested? Well whatever see u in the court." said Swayam
Swayam jogged off to get dressed and have a quick shower. He was completely warmed up but the ending of his exercising session today shocked him completely Why had he even caught her, who was she to him, she could have rather fallen. Ugh, forget it!
Both of them met at the tennis court, ready to win, their attitude scaring eachother, both hungry for the title.
MATCH 1
Sharon served, leaping into the air and hitting the ball. Her racket slightly twisted to show that the ball would go to the right court while aiming it on the left. Who said Swayam didnt understand her move, he stayed in middle court and rushed to hit the ball from the left court. The ball kept on moving from Sharons side to Swayams, from Swayams to Sharons, atlast Swayam leaped high and scored.
"1-0!" said the referee
"U are not gonna win!" thought Sharon
This time Swayam served, the ball crashing into the left court, making sure that the opponent was forced to hit the ball to the net. Net? The ball went zooming towards Swayams court, leaving him speechless.
"1-1!" shouted the referee.
The match went on and on, the score reached to 6-6, when one scored the other wouldnt let the other pass through, they would score too. Swish, the rackets kept on moving, the ball not even stopping for a minute, the wind hiding away the heat. Everyone was confused, the shouts from fans had lowered down, no one had any idea what was going to happen, one by one they prayed to win.
This time Swayam served, beads of perspiration covering his face, his hands ready to give up, his legs begging him to stop. Sharon was in the same condition too, she was really tired, breathing was getting harder every second, she pleaded for a time out but there was still lots of time. The ball was hit towards her in full speed, the opponent showing its strength, Sharon tried to defend herself but BAM! the ball hit her lungs. She was short of breath already and this blow made it worse, she fainted, curling into a ball. She didnt know what happend next, all she could think of was hope
Little did she know, Swayam had scooped her in his hands and ran to the doctor, he had made sure that everything would be perfect, he hoped to make her alive again... was it love or was it guilt? Questions covering his mind, he kept on getting confused..
Hours passed, Swayam's hopes were dying slowly slowly... If she died, he promised he would never ever play tennis BUT gud luck showed itself, the doctor gave the best news of his life.
"Sharon is fine! Oh and for gods sake please tell her to REST!! She doesnt want to rest but she wants to watch some damn tennis match. God, what patients do I get!" said the doctor
Swayam rushed to the hospital room and went inside. He saw Sharon watching the tennis match seriously, her eyes glued to the tennis players.
"What the hell! How could I forget today was Roger Frederer VS Novak Djokovic's match!" shouted Swayam
Sharon was shocked, what in the world was Swayam doing here, was he the one who brought her to the hospital? Sharon kept on wondering, atlast she said," The biggest tennis fan doesnt know the match was today! Are u crazy?" she asked
"Oh give me a break, I was too busy praying and wondering if u are okay.." answered Swayam
"Shit! What did I say, I shouldnt have said that..." thought Swayam covering his mouth.
"Does he like me or something? Are the feelings mutual? How come even I liked it when he said that!" thought Sharon
An awkward silence took place between them, not even 2 minutes passed when the roaring voices of 2 removed it.
"May I sit here?" asked Swayam
"Come, we'll see the match together!" said Sharon
Both of them covered each others voices, their voices overlapped by eachothers answers.
Swayam silently went and sat on the chair.
"WoW! These are the most comfortable chairs, I have ever sat on! I would really like to have a pair in my bedroom!" said Swayam, glaring at the chairs.
"Am sorry, but if u want comfortable chairs, trust me.. U will only find them outside the hospital!" answered Sharon, laughing
"Ugh, I prefer the ground." said Swayam and sat on the ground.
"U freaking fool, get up from the ground and sit on the bed! Am not so fat." said Sharon, with attitude
Swayam smirked,"U like me!" he started shouting
Sharon rolled her eyes and blushed," Na! Just shut up u idiot!" said Sharon
Swayam sat on the bed, her warmth couldnt stop making him feel better,being close to her made him feel more alive.
"Frederer is going to win!! FREDERER FREDERER!!" shouted Sharon
"U fool, Frederer sucks!!Novak Djokovic is gonna win!" shouted Swayam
"Bet?" asked Sharon, showing attitude
"Done!" agreed Swayam
Both of them kept on arguing about who would win and the game got over. It was a tie, no one had won, it was equal! Both of them groaned, their hopes of demanding something and insultiing the other going down the drain. Swayam left to take quick nap while Sharon dozed off by the end of the match, holding Swayam's hand by mistake, sending electric shocks to him.
THE NEXT DAY
Swayam was soo happy, finally he was going to tell Sharon about his love for her. He wasnt sure whether it was love but yesterday had prooved it for him. He ran to the tennis court, knowing she would be practicing there. The sight he experienced when he reached there shocked him, Sharon was busy playing tennis with some other boy. Maybe Swayam has misunderstood, maybe Sharon already had a boyfriend. With a heavy heart, he kept on watching them playing together, trying hard to convince his heart that he was rejected...
Swayam turned to leave, he had had enough, he couldnt see Sharon with someone else, it hurt him terribly. Just then someone pushed him towards a wall, banging herself on his chiselled body, snaking his neck and capturing his mesmerizing lips. Swayam pulled back, he didnt expect to be kissed. He knew it would be someother girl, finally his vision cleared, standing close to him was Sharon. Her eyes not leaving his, her mouth saying those 3 words he wanted to hear so much.
"I LOVE U!" said Sharon
"Who's that girl then?" asked Swayam, pointing towards the court
"Thats my sister, Kriya. Jealous?" answered Sharon
"Duhh!" shouted Swayam,capturing her lips again.
His hand covering her waist, her hands playing with his fair, their lips joint together, their bodies so close, making them look like they were one. They turned the atmosphere burning hot,calming their fluttering hearts down, leaving big smile on their face.
"Tennis or me? Whom would u choose?" asked Swayam
"Ofcourse Tennis!" said Sharon, giving attitude like always
Swayam glared at her, he knew she was joking, his eyes begging for a no to the answer she just gave
"Mr. Swayam Shekhawat, Tennis?? I love u more!!" shouted Sharon
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Bhai, am sorry isme zyada tennis nahi tha...
Chappals and Jhootas welcome!
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