Since you people were so supportive and asked so nicely, I decided to give you this.
Its not exactly a sequel, rather its a companion piece. I hope you'd enjoy it as much as #Back_to_you and love it too.
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You've been awake and crying for who knows how long. It feels like a life time ago that you had proper sleep. You have not had a decent night of rest in a long time. Why? You know that. Still there is almost nothing that you can do to right the wrong. You yourself had toppled your heaven as if it were house of cards.

You are Swara.

Swara Bose.

Swara Gadodia (not that you pride yourself for that, god knows Gadodias are nuts).

Swara Sanskaar Maheswari (Now this is the name thats brings immense joy in your heart)

You go over your rash decision again. Like you've been doing since last seven months. Not that you were in wrongside alone. Sanskaar too had been. But this is no maths. Here two wrongs cannot make a Right, like two minuses make a plus. This is life where two wrongs make worse of situations. And thats what you did in full consciousness. When you were wholly sane, well almost. Since your ever 'understanding' husband had put forth a life depending choice infront of you, not that there should have been a 'choose the best alternative' situation to begin with, you were bound to loose some rationality.

You shouldn't have made such hasty decisions. You should have waited for Sanskaar to cool down. He was most understanding husband to ever exist in this god damn planet and you went against your better judgement to hide things from him. Like you realised now, you should have waited for him to wrap his brain around the situation and put your head together to come up with a solution. He would have followed you eventually, he always did. But you had to develop that stupidly brave symdrome and destroy all that.

After your little 'family re-unification' mission, he had gone ballistic and that served you right. Trust is a two way path. Just like he trusted you with everything, you should have. But you were come over with some hero complex, and went forward to throw the shards of broken trust at his face. How very lovely of you, right?

On the wake of fight between two brothers, your brother-in-law had gone missing. And you had been crazy enough to play 'put-the-blame-on-Sanskaar-for-everything-that-goes-wrong' and excelled in it. Laksh was bratty, immature and impulsive. You should have known that Sanskaar had not chased Laksh out on gun point. If Laksh was stupid enough to believe Adarsh bhaiyya after what they've been through together, then maybe that brother-in-law of yours was too stupid to live. But you had successfully laid the blame on Sanskaar's feet. And in haste of being hurt he had lashed out.

You had cornered him. And like animals tend to do in tight position, he lashed out. But instead of fighting fire with ice you decided that it was wise to set another fire and burned down your paradise. Ain't you the 'Wife of the fucking year'?

You snort un-lady-likely in disdain. You were the only one responsible for you sorry state. Yes your mother had been helpful with Sanskaar adding 'tadka' but you were the catalyst. You had, instead of staying with him, left him behind when he had tried to defend himself.

He gave you a choice to make and you stupidly chose your crazyass selfish sister. You know you realised it a little too late. But its better late than never. Right?

You went forward to open an event management company to keep yourself from descending into madness. You worked day and night. Infact you worked during the day and waited by the phone at night. You waited and waited, and he never missed to call you at 2 A.M., sharp. Basically, you lived for that half a minute. You lived just for that 30 seconds. He had gone alcoholic, something he claimed he would never do, you knew it. He would rage, threaten, ramble and you would listen dutifully. Every night. It was your only solace and you did not want to loose it. Sometimes when he would pass out on you, you had to be very-very creative to persuade very drunken him into getting onto bed, through phone, and sometimes when his voice would crack for lack of sleep, you would flat out scold him and tell him to go to bed. You had no other way since you were foolish enough to leave him in first place.

You had realized your blunder, a little too late. That is what people said, 'Kulhadi pr paer marna'. You let out that hollow laugh and cover it futilly. Sanskaar has finally fallen asleep in that too small couch to fit his lanky frame, you don't want to wake him up.

And then after six month, you find Laksh. Another problem to solve. But you two put your heads together and came up with something worthwhile. And like old times, Swara & Sanskaar were a team again. Working as a single unit you two were successful in saving Laksh's worthless ass once again.

And as much as you wished that it had, it did not end your trouble. The sister, for whom you had left behind your ever loving husband, that selfish prat had run right into her husband's arms and went off to create her happily ever after, without you. Sanskaar was right once again. Nothing was ever gonna be before Laksh for Ragini, not even you.

And your Sanskaar had kept his promise, left you behind to your punishment, to rot in that hell. Without him it was hell afterall. And Rot you did. You had nothing else to live for. Nothing. You were just not dead.

But after a month, a week back, sun shined in your dull, monochromatic world. He walked through your doors, packed your damned suitcases, haphazardly mind you, and dragged your sorry ass to his car to take you back to your home. He did this in utter silence. You followed him in daze.

You were welcomed back with beaming smile from you nutcase sister, haughty one from that bipolar Badimaa (you knew how she treated your Sanskaar in your absence and all her not-so-adorable antic since start), a loathing glare from you Saasu maa. She had accepted you before for her darling son and quite-not-hated you now for hurting that darling son of hers. And as always, there was barely any expression on the faces of bade papa and dad. Lucky looked as if it was normal ritual, seeing how many times you went away from and came back to this house, it probably was.

You were so happy but it was shortlived. By the nightfall, Sanskaar' silence had made it clear that you punishment was far from over. He had grabbed his bedding and shifted into that blasted couch. He should have thrown you out of bed but he still loves you and your comfort is still his priority. And you had cried whole night. You did not deserve this creature. This husband of yours had always put you first but you definitely had needed to sort out your priority. And now when sun had finally shone through you thick skull, he had gone evasive.

In the morning when he had asked for his juice on the breakfast table, you had almost dropped the glass. You were so shocked, but had recovered quickly, plastered the patented fake smile and fooled the entire house. You two entered into a play in this stage and succeeded. None the wiser, everyone thought everything had been righted between you two. Only two of you knew how much walking on eggshell you two were doing.

Then crazy old bat had propositioned Paris trip for you. You were elated. Maybe this trip would provide you opportunity to make things right. Alone and away from this madhouse. An your bubble was busted when she said your sister and her husband would accompany.

Great. Why don't everyone follow? Damn good family vacation.

You had made a sarcastic remark, that had almost been fulfilled. You wonder, when did these people exactly loose their mind? Which siblings go to honeymoon together? Honeymoon needs only 'honey', her dashing husband and 'moon', the stunning you. Why will it need the 'baarat'? Still you exhaled relieved sigh when you dodged the bomb. Hit by bullet, still no bomb.

You 'wake up' when first ray of sunlight hit the room and go around the house preparing for 'Jagrata'. So much 'pooja' and still 'Vighnaharta' doesn't even spare a glance at you. Huh. Soon you set aside your self pity opting for work.

You know that Sanskaar is wary of approaching you. And you had decided to persue this matter cautiously. Sanskaar was emitting 'once bitten twice shy' aura perfectly, and only you can feel that. You still make time to go upstairs and pack your belongings for the trip admidst the chaos of 'pooja'. For once 'Jagrata' went without hitch and soon in the early morning you had boarded the flight to Paris.

You were downright scared of flying and decided to sleep, unless Sanskaar would laugh at you. Well that would be refreshing. Hearing him laugh. But you were overcome with fear. So you slept.

And came the nightmares you had been trying to evade. Nightmares where he says he hates you. Nightmare where he marries Kavita to hurt you. Nightmares where he kills himself to punish you. But you can feel his warmth on you cheeks, hear his heart give rhythmic beat under your ear. And they don't haunt you.

Soon he wakes you up and leads you through airport and to hotel where you to go straight to bed. He seems too tired to notice that he lies beside you on that honeymoon suite. You appreciate that he is not evading you like plague and fall asleep soundly for the first time in seven months.

And your phone shatters you dreamworld. Just like you want to shatter it. Can't happen. You scowl deeply at called ID.

Ragini.

Can't she just enjoy her own 'honeymoon' in her suite? Why is there need to play sis-sis here? In foreign land? Why can't she just keep on taking her 'HAQ' and for once let you take care of your personal life? Sharing is caring, but there is limit to it. She doesn't want to play kinky sex game with 'Swaragini' as BGmusic, right?

Since you can not toss your phone out of window, you receive the call and go over the balcony to not to disturb sleeping Sanskaar. But when he sits up, you know you failed, again. Trying to keep your misery at bay, you talk to Ragini and promise her to consult Sanskaar about the plans.

When you return back, he is pulling out his blue tee and white track pants, probably for relaxing evening. Mustering all the courage you can, you poke the subject.

"Sanskaar, Ragini called. She said they were up and ready to explore evening of Paris. And asked us to join." You say in dull voice. Your nervous gaze flickering anywhere but his smoldering eyes. Anywhere but his eyes. Else you might break.

"Tell them, we won't be joining. I'm still tired and I'm not in mood to roam like a hippy in a strange city. I plan to follow my itinerary," he said pulling out his more comfortable clothes. He turn around and your eyes meet, "Its good that everything is fine between Ragini and Laksh. Everything is getting back on its right track."

Without another word, he headed towards the bathroom. That eye lock becomes your undoing. You do something you vowed you'd never do. To win over Sanskaar you need to stay strong, but can't do that anymore. Not when his gaze has opened your floodgates, broken down your steely resolve. Tears slowly cascading down your cheeks, you follow him like a lost puppy till the door, "When will we be alright, Sanskaar? When do I get to be fine?"

With those heart wrenching sobs, you break down infront of recently closed doors of bathroom and hide your face in your palms.

Through the closed doors, over your own sobs you hear him say in faint whisper, " I need time Swara, we need time. Give me some time and don't give up on me. I'll find my way back to you"

If thats what he needs, thats what he'll get. You'll give him time and you'll not give up on him. You won't give on you two.

Paris forgotten, two lost souls vowed to find eachother.
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