THE GYPSY LOVER ( SwaSan) Episode 8 (Sarovar is dead)

Hola guys, Niveditha here. I am back with the next installment of Gypsy Lover. Thanks for all those lovely comments on the previous chapter. Thanks Priya, Rosy, Sujatha, Swasan, B, Kumu, Pratiksha, mou, Ruhi, Riya,Maya and Sagun.
Thanks Maya for breaking your silence.
Hope – So you are,also a malayali. Happy to meet you here. I have completed my Bachelors in Physics and waiting for my M.Sc classes to commence. By the way, how did you guess that I’m a malayali? You guessed it so correctly. and thanks for breaking your silence.
Jenisha – Thanks for the comment dear. Well.. you will see her silence being justified as the story progresses. A glimpse of it will be seen in today’s episode. Read carefully and tell me if you could catch hold of the hint I gave in this episode. Its not actually a hint. In fact, I have revealed something in here. You’ll find pronounced more evidently in the upcoming episodes.
Bisha – Long time… huh?? Thanks for the comment dear. Don’t kill me.. I’ll continue writing this as long as you all keep commenting.
I think now I have answered all you queries individually.
for those who missed chapter 7 here’s the link.

THE GYPSY LOVER ( SwaSan) Episode 7

This epi is going to be a crucial one in the journey of Gypsy lover. Read carefully without skipping any part and leave your valuable opinions and suggestions below, in the comment box. Ignore typos.

So let’s start.
In Sanjay’s Teak panelled study a heated argument was going on between the Master of the Palace and a short sturdy man with crooked eyes.
“You are crazy Sanjay, to be so blind. I am telling you, I saw him climbing her balcony with my own eyes.”
“A thief . No doubt. He may have ran away when he saw me – the Prince of Ajmer coming. That’s it. Swara told me that nobody was there in her home. And why should she lie to me?” Sanjay Maheshwari shot back furiously.
“You are so sure of your fiancee’s loyalty?” He asked.
“Damn you Dushyant. Don’t you ever dare to raise a finger against her. She is mine. Only mine.”
Sanjay Maheshwari was blind in his desire to possess Swara. But Swara’s indifferent attitutude towards Sanjay and her marriage didn’t go unnoticed by Dushyant Singh, Sanjay’s personal assistant and soul brother. He suspected her to have a secret relationship with someone. He felt convinced that the man in question was Sarovar, the Gypsy.
Singh had secret agents all over across Ajmer; men and women who hinted him that it was with Sarovar, the notorious Gypsy leader that Swara had spent hours when she was expected to be present at the pre wedding party.
Singh was always greedy for two things in his whole life – money and power. Now Swara was the sole hindrance between him and his dream. He joined the Palace as the manager of the vast estates of the Maheshwaris almost 20 years ago. With his outstanding leadership and organizing qualities, he made an inevitable part of every discussion, decision making and judgment sessions. Sanjay started trusting him more than anyone else and Singh became an indispensable part of the younger man who neither had Singh’s brains nor judgment.
They became more than friends in a short period of time and when Sanjay  ascended the throne, Singh stood as his backbone in every decision he made, which he found to be useful for himself in the future. They started hunting together and one day Singh saved Sanjay’s life.
Out of gratitude Sanjay swore to make Singh his heir.
“I shall never marry. You shall inherit my money and my possessions.” he had promised.
Everything then became way too easy for Singh. What he wanted had come to him without much effort. Everything went well till Sanjay met Swara.  In less than a year, he met Swara in Kolkata who made Sanjay turn into an obsessive creature. Usually, Singh didn’t mind Sanjay going behind any girl as he always knew that Sanjay would give up on her once his fantasy dies down. But it was different in the case of Swara. Swara’s initial refusal towards Sanjay and his proposal made him want her more. The desire of getting her on his bed  slowly changed into his obsession. Out of this obsession he took his own proposal for marriage certificate in serious to possess Swara forever. Singh could foresee that Swara may probably bear Sanjay a son, and his hopes of power in Ajmer and of a fortune were sliding from his grasp. So he wanted Swara out of his way. For that, he only needed a proof – which would prove her characterless. He knew that he had to act quickly if he hoped to stop the marriage.
Swara was confined to her room, dejected and worried by the harassment of Sarovar, the Gypsy.
At the end of 4 days Swara could no longer postpone her wedding. The doctor announced that she was completely recovered from the initial trauma. That night Sanjay asked Singh to join them for dinner. They were having their dinner in companiable silence when Singh decided that it was the right time to drop the bomb.

“I have an interesting news for you today, Sanjay.” Singh said cheerfully.
“What’s it?” asked Sanjay in his usual cold tone.
“It concerns Sarovar, the Gypsy”
Sanjay’s eyes lit up. “What’s it?” He asked eagerly.
Swara felt color draining from her cheeks. She sat still, her eyes tightly closed.
Singh turned his gaze to Swara to see her reaction without being noticed by Sanjay. So he was right . This innocent looking girl shared some kind of relationship with the gypsy outlaw. Not some kind of. but a strong relationship that made her eyes brimming with tears when he heard about him.
“What’s it?” Sanjay repeated his question impatiently.
“He is dead…!” Singh dropped the bomb whose impact made the hall drown in silence for a few seconds.
“Dead? Are you sure?” Sanjay asked, doubt clouding his voice.
“Sure. 100% sure. He was found somewhere near the foot of the mountains with a knife through his back” said Singh slowly as though he wanted Swara to hear each and every word clearly.
Swara became white. Her hands began trembling. Her body started shivering all of a sudden. Tears were brimming up in the corner of her eyes. She felt it impossible to gulp down the food that was in her mouth.
Her reaction made Singh think.
“She loved him. Truly, madly , deeply. Sanjay is a fool.”
Swar stood up and went back to her room saying that she had finished her dinner. It was a lie. She badly needed some support to hold on to, which she couldn’t find in the hall. Her tears were threatening to flow down her cheeks any time, breaking the dam she constructed with so much difficulty. She ran to her room, closing the door behind her with a huge bang she fell on her bed crying out loudly. So this was the end. Sarovar/ Sanskar is dead. Now she can get married to Sanjay without any fear. She felt drained. She was no longer in her senses. She cried cried and cried. Tomorrow she could, without fear, take her vows as Sanjay’s wife.
She thought:
“If there had been peace between us – if he had stayed as the Sanskar of the cruise – I could have loved him forever.”
But now she felt her heart dead within he. She would never see the man she had loved madly.
Here’s the 8th installment of Gypsy lover.

What do you think? Is he dead? What now? What’s written in Swara’s destiny? Keep thinking.
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