Next day :
Swara came out of the washroom freshening up…
She was wearing a simple navy blue full sleeved T-shirt and light blue jeans..
She went towards the mirror and tied her hair in a some messy side pony tail, her fair complexion looked much more modified in dark colored T-shirt…
She wore her watch, took her bag and went out of the room..
She was descending the stairs hurriedly as she really didn’t want to face anymore drama now.
But seems like god wasn’t in a mood to let her go off so easily..
She sighed heavily.. oh god!!! Not today please, prayed she in her mind…
Ragini who came there ticking her high heels saw swara making faces seeing her and sighed…
‘why can’t she accept me as her sister?? I am not that bad after all..’ said she in her mind…
Ragini: swara i want to talk to you..
Swara: oh please ragini… I know what you want to talk about and am in no mood right now to talk to you about that…
Said swara with a face that clearly showed her disinterest in talking to ragini..
Ragini : but why swara?? And till when?? For how much time are you going to ruin away from the fact?? Please swara if not for me then for mom and dad please.. their relation is sinking…
Ragini said all this in such an innocent way trying to blackmail her emotionally..
Swara: (sternly) first of all ragini neither she is my mother and neither that person is my father. I feel disgust rising within me whenever I recall that by blood, for name sake only i am his daughter. But you are I never consider him so.. his name was and will never be attached with my name I am SWARA MEHRA.. SWARA SHARMISHTHA MEHRA.. so whatever happens in this house, in this family, in their relation I am least concerned about it.. (raising her brows) am i clear?? I hope I am..
She leaves saying all this leaving a sad ragini behind who just keeps on looking at her with worried look…
College…
Swara reaches her college a little early from her usual timing.. this is the only place which gives her some relief, sooner peace to her broken heart…
She moves towards the activity room of her college…
That’s the place where she’s going to get some relief…
She reaches there, the colored walls, the beautiful, colorful paintings just like them she wished a colorful, cheerful life…
Only, she never got one.. she passed a sad chuckle to herself and moved towards her usual corner…
She took out her paints from her bag, took out the brush and started drawing about whatever is going on in my her mind..
The only colors she was using on her paint were black, brown, dark green…
There was no brightness, no colors, no shine in her painting just like her life…
She started painting more rapidly and harshly as her facial expressions started changing from soft, to harsh to pained and then finally anger…
She completed her painting breathing heavily…
She closed her eyes for a minute allowing her anger to cool down and calmness to take over her..
She never liked being so broken, so vulnerable.
That’s why she never ever shown her emotions in front of anyone and that’s why she always makes a happy cheerful smiling face in front of everyone..
“Shonaaaaaaaa”
And she looked towards the door with a smile..
As expected it was jeevi…
Jeevi : (cheerfully) look shona.. I came early today… and as expected you are here only.. look whom did I bring with me… (calling) arre come inside Na… what are doing there outside…
While swara looked with furrowed brows at the person….
And there came SANSKAAR MAHESHWARI in all his charm…
He was wearing a while plain T-shirt with faded blue jeans and a dark blue jacket…
His hair jelled up and his lips stretched into a charming smile…
Oh god!!! His looks were enough to take any girls breath away…
Swara saw him in confusion not to forget that even she was little bit memorised seeing him… after all he was looking soooooooooooo handsome while his eyes were so intense…
She passed a hesitant smile to him while she passed a questioning lookin to jeevi
Jeevi: he is my elder brother sanskaar maheshwari.. and Bhai she is my best friend swara mehra….
Sanskaar: (forwarding his hand for a shake) hi swara…
His voice sounded so much magical and the way her name slipped off his tongue…
It gave tingling sensations both to him and her…
‘swara never ever come in the trap of looks… he may be somewhat good looking but you don’t have to acknowledge that… remember he is a man.. and man just use or hurts women…’.
She just shooked her hand a little with him passing a small smile….
While her small touch gave thousands of sparks running in his body and he looked at her with his intense eyes…
He was carefully observing her each n every expression..
His eyes fell on her painting…
No doubt it was beautiful… it was amazing piece of work.
But what caught him was the mysteries she hid behind those paintings…
It showed something, looked like she wanted to say something out so loud, to everyone… but there was something stopping her.. and so this was the way she used to express her unsaid words…
It depicted pain, miseries and and… what was the another thing she did try to say through this painting?? Said he to himself thinking so hard…
It was FEAR…. yes it’s fear.. and his eyes widened with the realization…
Why were these emotions imprinted in her painting…
That day too her behavior with that boy, then her hesitant behaviour with him, these paintings…
All these actions of her are trying to say something which she herself isn’t able to speak but what???
Damn…
But he masked his emotions very well so that she couldn’t find what was going on in her mind…
Swara who noticed him seeing her paintings so intently was going to speak something but then all their friends entered there and he got busy talking with them…..
Night…
Sanskaar’s mansion.
Jeevi was sitting there all tensed with sanskaar pacing around…
Jeevi: but Bhai…
She cuts off her sentence on her own not knowing what to speak…
Sanskaar: (comforting tone) jeevi.. I know what you are thinking.. I know it’s unbelievable for you but it’s the truth I. A phycologist i understand people’s psychology really well… swara, she’s a girl who remains cheerful , happy smiling.. but that isn’t the truth… her actions depict her pain.. if not then tell me why she always remains so silent, why all her paintings are dark there’s no color I. Them?? Why she’s so hesitant, so insecure to talk with boys?? Why she gets so much angry when any boy misbehaves with a girl even if she doesn’t know her or him?? She doesn’t share her pain with anyone.. and her actions show that.
She’s lonely.. and if this continues she may suffer from depression.. I am a doctor and I can heal her. And believe me I REALLY DO WANT TO HEAL HER….