So epilogue is necessary!
As Shakespeare says: If there’s an Epilogue there should be a prologue… So I say….. When there’s a prologue there should be an epilogue too…. ?
So here’s it… ?
**5 years later**
Third person’s pov
Varun held Swara by her waist, kissing her nape, and the other hand caressing her back.
“Varun please! It’s noon time and they may be home. What are you doing? Can’t you see I’m preparing food?” Swara spoke as she caught the plates to wash them off. She was melting more and more in his touch but wouldn’t accept it.
“Swara, why don’t you accept that you want me? You need me now. I know that!!..” he spoke, gazing her steamy body and nibbling her neck.
“Varun, please! It’s okay. But if they come home? It’s so embarrassing. They are old now” she spoke, breathing heavily.
“They won’t! I spoke to Ma and she promised she wouldn’t bring them before tomorrow”
“Haww…. What you told Ma? You told her about this? You’re just… Urrghh… Incredibly shameless!” she remarked and pushed him back.
“Ouch!” he yelled as if he was hurt.
“Don’t dramatize! Idiot!” she spoke and he twisted her hand backwards.
“I love you” he nibbled her skin and kissed her shoulder blades, removing her hairs.
He massaged her back and slowly undid her apron and unzipped her dress. She was wearing a short blue dress, ending above her knees.
“Varun…” she said with a havoc in her voice.
“I missed you so much! These 3 months were like hell”
“Then why did you go, leaving me alone?” she trembled as his hands went down massaging her back, sensuously.
“Work is also important”
“Hmm…”
“But now… Wife is important!” he said naughtily, smirking to himself. Swara noticed the smirk in his talks. He was going to make her crazy tonight.
Varun kissed her shoulder blades and slided her dress down her shoulder, smelling her sweet fragrance. He scented her aroma, and nibbled the back of her. He slipped the dress and it layed on the ground within a minute. She was standing bare in front of her husband in only her bra and panties. He trailed his hand back down to her back and left soft kisses there.
“You’re still the same s*xy lady, I knew”
“And you’re the same s*xy man” she winked turning her to him. She unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. Her hands moved down to his abs and caressed them, biting and nibbling slowly.
Varun smiled at her. She wasn’t among those who were shy to show it to her husband. She was romantic. Sometimes he thought he acted unromantic because she complained on. He came into his senses as Swara bit him hard on his chest.
“Ah! My tigress is going so hard”
“You started” she shrugged “It’s okay. If you aren’t interested”
“No no… I didn’t mean to…”
“Oh! Really?”
“Yes! Really!” he winked and placed her on the basement of the kitchen.
Varun unhooked her bra and settled his eyes on her bulging chest. She was breathing heavily as she was watching his lustful eyes move to her chest. He kissed the cleavage and travelled down to her bre*sts. She held his head, giving more access to him. He kneaded and sucked her nip*le and tweaked each of them simultaneously. She was moaning in pleasure. He was so good at this… His saliva soaking her sensitive nip*les. He moved up and kissed her lips.
“How much did you miss me, Swara?” he asked on the spot behind her ear.
“I didn’t miss you”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes” she said and his hands went down to her now soaking panties.
“You didn’t miss me, why?”
“I’d got my lover boy! He’s so good at it that I didn’t need to miss my husband” she husked, seductively.
“Is it?”
“Yes. He loves me very much” her voice almost trailed off as he slid his fingers inside her panty.
“Oh! Then I should punish you for doing so, isn’t it?” he pulled her panties down to her ankles and she removed them off completely.
She didn’t say anything, she just smiled crookedly. He rubbed her cl*t and then his fingers touched her s*x and she moaned. Even after 5 years of their union he still had that affect on her.
His mouth back to her nip*les, his fingers inserted in her s*x and the other hand holding her bre*st.
“Varun….” she moaned, arcing her back “I’m close” and she came over, his hands filled with her cream.
“This is so relishing” he remarked tasting her in his mouth. Swara shied, her head bent down. He pulled off his pants right there and she widened her eyes, watching his erection.
“Varun, oh my God! You are so hard” she exclaimed.
“Because of you” he kissed her forehead “You make me crazy and hard”
He held her bottom and pulled her up with him. Her bottom almost touching his manhood. He made her lay down on the basement in a sleeping position and kissed her again, sensuously and affectionately. His mouth touched her nip*les again and he licked and bit it.
“Varun…” she almost screamed in pleasure as he stroked her without any warning. Varun held her hands, entwining their fingers, his mouth on her sensitive nip*les and he stroking and thrusting her deeper and deeper.
“Varun… Oh yes! Yes! Right there” she screamed in pleasure “Varun please! Don’t stop I need you” she demanded.
She held him, digging her nails onto his back, she came. Varun came just after her. Both of their breathing laboured and sweating severely. Varun pulled her up after he caught his breath. He scooped her in his arms in a bridal style and took her to their room. He placed her on the bed, kissing and nibbling her skin.
“You can never imagine how much I missed you, love” he said huskily and she smiled.
He took her nip*les in his mouth and sucked them. He kissed her, moulding her lips perfectly, he stroked her again. She gripped his back and moved her hips into gusto.
They came all over again. Their love sessions ended finally in the evening.
“I love you and never go like this, especially, for so many months” Swara said and kissed his chest.
“I love you too and you know why I had to go, right?”
“Yeah! For that project but still I missed you” she nuzzled herself in the crook of his neck.
He kissed her passionately “I think I should go to such trips often” she glared “Arey! Dumbo! Then we can have a s*xy romance always!” he winks.
“Varun, ah… You are so shameless. You are a father of four kids and you are still the same you were” she bows her head down, shyly.
“Hmm.. I know. My three little devils. I still remember the day you told me you were pregnant” and both of them laughed hard.
**Flashback starts**
SwaRun were starting a new life and were very happy. It was after 2 months of their union that Swara got to know she was pregnant. Her happiness knew no bounds!!.. Jumping, hopping happily at the hospital itself. She was a mother before hand but the feeling of giving birth was different!!.. She wanted to tell Varun immediately. She was shy but happy. She wanted to reach office and tell him. She was so desperate!!.. When Varun saw Swara at the office, he asked her was she okay? Because she has been constantly vomiting and when he thought of accompanying her she said it was okay and there was no need. Instead it was better to stay at office and look after the work.
Swara shied but couldn’t help smiling. Varun was mad at her for not sharing and smiling like an idiot.
“Varun, I’m pregnant” she finally spoke.
“What??” his jaws dropped and touched the ground.
“I’m pregnant” she spoke again, hugging him. Suddenly, she felt his entire weight on her body and gasped.
“Varun… Varun” she tapped him and it was then she found that he was unconscious.
She called Ria from the adjacent cabin and after he woke up. Everyone was laughing at him. He glanced at everyone not knowing what happened when all of a sudden he saw a glaring Swara and recalled what happened.
“Oh my God!” he spoke and twirled her around, holding her by her waist.
**Flashback ends**
“That was so embarrassing!” he exclaimed.
“Idiot!!” and she laughed.
“But yours” he pecked her lips “and that slap. It still hurts” he rubs her cheeks.
“Awe! Is it?” she kissed his cheeks there “Now?”
“Much better!”
**Flashback starts**
Swara was in her ninth month. She was busy reading her magazine when her labour pain started.
“Ah… Varun” she held her stomach and cried. Varun who was in kitchen preparing coffee for Swara panicked and came up.
“What happened, Swara? Why are you shouting?”
“My water broke” she said.
“Water? Which water? Where is the water?” he asked her.
“I said my water broke” she cried again.
“God! From where did this water come? Your water, my water? But tell me how can water break” this was it for Swara she slapped him hard across his face and pointed towards her stomach.
“My water broke! You stupid! It’s paining” she said and then Varun’s tubelight lightened. He called for the ambulance.
It was painful and Swara wasn’t able to push. The doctors called for Varun. He entered the operation theatre and panicked watching Swara. Swara was sweating profusely and breathing heavily. Swara held Varun’s hand and pressed them. Varun panicked more. The doctors asked him to encourage her to push.
“Swara! Come-on baby, you can do that. My baccha come-on” he kept constantly blabbering and when Swara got pissed off she slapped him hard again, her five fingers imprinted on his face. Varun caught hold of his cheek and finally a babies cry was heard but Swara’s pain didn’t decrease she was still screaming.
The doctors declared that she had twins and it was again she was screaming in pain. Finally, the second baby came out and they were handed over to Varun. He smiled with tears looking at the two. When the doctors thought the operation was done, Swara screamed in pain again.
The doctors and Varun turned to her shocked. She laid down, extremely frustrated and tired. She didn’t want to push more “No!” and screamed out loud.
**Flashback ends**
**Swara’s pov**
I won’t forget that day. That was the most tiring yet lovely day. I got my kids. I got my life. Now my life only surrounds within them and my husband. The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never!!.. A baby is something you carry inside you for nine months, in your arms for three years, and in your heart until the day you die…
They have become my life and I can’t live without them. I’m now a mother of four kids: Ansh, Harsh, Vansh and Anshika. I am no more that Swara, who I used to be but I can see that shade in my daughter. Anshika is childish, immature and egoistic like I used to be. May be because she is pampered by everyone in our house, especially by Varun and Ansh. I never knew how much I loved Varun until I saw how much he loved my kids and especially, Anshika. But whatever I’m today is because of Varun. Only because of him I have a lovely family now! I love him and he completes me!!..
**Swara’s pov ends**
**Varun’s pov**
I have got everything in my life, a family with a beautiful, lovely and supporting wife and four kids. I’m happy!!.. no … I’m beyond happy. I didn’t want the perfect relationship, because perfect is impossible. I want trustworthy, honest, loyal and love. I love imperfections. I don’t want perfect, because I don’t worth it!!..Swara is ambitious, confident and a practical wife with an influential personality and presentable character. She is caring at the same time, whenever there is a loss or something she’ll come to me, care and do small things to make me smile. She always tries to create an environment where I’m most important. She appreciates me even if I do some foolish works, correcting me at the right time and the right place. Friend is the most sacred, valuable and precious relationship in one’s life and luckily we are already very good friends. We share each and everything. Sometimes I get irked with her patience and acceptance but that’s good!!.. We should be able to control ourselves and our anger. She is at the same time understanding, she knows when I’m upset, sad or when I need her and her moral support. She looks after our children as much as I do. I don’t know what would have I done without her. She is a real friend who walks in when the whole world walks out. I love her and I’ll keep loving her all my life!!.. I want to spend every day with her, doing nothing. Just talking, cuddling, hugging and loving her.
**Varun’s pov ends**
**Sanskar’s pov**
“Physical attractions are common, but a real mental connection is rare. If you find it, hold onto it. The most desired gift of love is not diamonds or roses or chocolate. It is focused on attention. So when you get to know, you got your love. Grab it! Take it! At the right time possible and never betray him/her!!.. because love is devout and the one who relishes it is really lucky. One that makes you a better person, without changing you into someone other than yourself, is your soul mate. This book depicts the same, the story of Riddhima and Karan. Though incomplete, Karan will always remember her and she’ll be his love and life, the entire life till eternity!!..” I said at the press conference held at my home. Yes! Today I have come for the inauguration of my book, ‘KUCH TOH HAI TERE MERE DARMIYA: Not All Love Stories Are Meant To Be Completed’…
This is a autobiographical one from my journey till now. It says the story of mine and Swara’s, who are at the two banks of the river, that would never meet. I’m receiving a great response through this, my first book and my encouragement by my side: Sparsh and Swara. The late night when I write those stories, Sparsh is always there providing me my coffee, giving me my breakfast. He loves me like a mother, supports like a wife and cares for me like a sister. Swara isn’t there and I have never contacted her so many years. I know she is happy with Varun and I won’t interfere anymore in her life anymore!!.. What I have today is my son, a little faith and the love, she taught me to adore….
“Have I told you yet…
How much you mean to me…
Have I told you yet…
About all the happiness
You bring to me…
Have I told you yet…
That you mean
The world to me…
You’re the best thing
That’s ever happened to me…
Just in case I haven’t..
I want you to know..
I Love You..”
–Sanskar reads the last line of his book.
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Bye Guys!