Chapter 16

Sidharth looked intense and confident, while Shehnaaz felt like the captivated prey. The playful challenge had been completed, and now it was her turn.

“Your turn, Naaz,” his voice was smooth and teasing, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Need help, baby?” he asked, inching closer to her lips with a mischievous grin.

Shehnaaz blushed deeply, her face turning a bright shade of red.

Groaning softly in response to her shyness, Sidharth pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that was both passionate and reassuring, filling the moment with a blend of intimacy and excitement.

By the time Sidharth finally pulled away, Shehnaaz was left utterly breathless, feeling like her very soul had been scattered into pieces. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Every breath she took was ragged, and the warmth radiating from her face only added to the dizzying sensation of being so completely lost in the moment.

Sidharth lay carelessly on her, his face nestled comfortably against her neck over her t-shirt. He, too, was breathing deeply, as if trying to calm the storm of emotions that had flared between them. His arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, holding her close, almost as if he were afraid to let her go. 

Sidharth knew he had to stop, even though every fiber of his being screamed in frustration. He had to pull back before they lost control completely. But it wasn’t easy—especially when her every breath, her every movement, was driving him mad with longing.

“Sorry, baby…” he chuckled softly, the apology laced with amusement. He knew he had left her completely exhausted, her body still trembling from the intensity of their kiss. Shehnaaz, still trying to regain her composure, didn’t know whether to blush or be annoyed with him. “Ye tune gandi wali kiss ki hadd par kardi, sachhii…” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, but laced with a mix of disbelief and mild anger.

Sidharth couldn’t help but laugh at her words, a warm, affectionate sound that filled the room. He rolled to her side, pulling her into his arms, where she fit perfectly against him. Gently, he placed a tender kiss on her forehead. Her face, still burning with a mix of embarrassment and joy, found its way to the crook of his neck, where she nuzzled in, seeking comfort. He held her close, his arms tightening around her as if to shield her from the world.

“Teri galati… fir se gaane bolegi ‘Chumma Chumma…’” he teased, his voice a playful murmur against her hair. The song had been the spark that ignited this fire between them, and now he couldn’t help but remind her of it, knowing full well how it had led them to this point.

Shehnaaz blushed even deeper at his words, the heat in her cheeks almost unbearable. But instead of responding with words, she decided to bite his neck lightly, just enough to make him wince in surprise. His reaction was immediate—he tightened his hold on her, pulling her even closer, as if daring her to do it again.

“Haan…” she whispered, her voice low but filled with a mischievous defiance that made Sidharth’s heart race.

He couldn’t help but laugh again, the sound vibrating through his chest. Who was he kidding? She was his devil, his sweet tormentor, the one person who could drive him to the brink and make him love every second of it.

“Sidharth…” Shehnaaz’s voice was soft, a mix of hesitation and curiosity as she gazed up into his eyes.

Sidharth had no idea when he had last felt this peaceful in his life. She was his everything, the anchor that grounded him. “Ummm…” he responded, his heart warming at the sight of her.

“Woh us din… jab humne pehli baar… umm… tune regret kyu feel kiya tha?” Shehnaaz’s words were careful, but there was a lingering sadness in her tone. This was something that had weighed on her mind for a long time—the thought that he had regretted their first kiss.

Sidharth opened his eyes fully, meeting her gaze. He could see the sadness that clouded her usually bright eyes. “Regret tune feel kiya tha, Naaz…” he replied gently, his voice low, as if he was afraid to break the fragile moment.

Shehnaaz turned around, her confusion evident as she perched her elbows on the bed, resting her face in her palms. She looked at him with a furrowed brow, searching his face for answers. “Jhoot na bol… mene kabhi regret nahi feel kiya tha… tune kiya tha… tune sorry bola tha…” Her voice was insistent, almost pleading, as if she needed him to understand how much it had bothered her.

Sidharth sighed softly and pulled her closer until their faces were mere inches apart, his gaze intense and filled with emotion. “Nahi Naaz… mene sorry sirf out of reflex bola tha… I never regretted it… I love you, baby… I loved you then too… main kaise regret karunga our first kiss? Tune mera sorry accept kiya tha, so I thought tune upset hai mere se because I kissed you…”

The realization hit both of them at the same time. They had misunderstood each other, allowing that misunderstanding to create an unnecessary distance between them. For so long, they had carried the weight of that regret, thinking it belonged to the other, when in reality, it had never existed at all.

Shehnaaz gently snaked her hands around Sidharth’s broad chest, her fingers trailing softly across his skin before she nestled her head over his heart. The rhythmic beating beneath her ear was a soothing reminder of the love they shared. “Tu mera sab kuch hai… main bahut pyar karti hoon tere se…” she whispered, her voice full of warmth and sincerity.

Those words filled Sidharth’s heart with a joy so profound that it felt like everything he had ever wanted and needed was right there in her simple declaration. There was nothing more he could ask for than the love she was offering him so freely, so openly.

He pressed a series of soft, loving kisses to her forehead, each one a silent promise of his unwavering devotion. When she finally looked up at him with a gentle smile, “Kya hua…”

Sidharth shook his head, a tender smile playing on his lips as he pulled her even closer, as if he wanted to merge her into himself. “Tere bina ab zindagi soch bhi nahi sakta main… mujhe tu chahiye… hamesha ke liye… mere paas…”

He paused, his voice thick with emotion as he continued, “Meri bahon mein… mujhe pyar karne ke liye… mujhse ladne ke liye… mujhe satane ke liye… mujhe manane ke liye…”

Shehnaaz’s smile grew as a single tear escaped from the corner of her eye, a tear born from the overwhelming love she felt for him. Sidharth was quick to kiss it away, his lips brushing against her skin with such tenderness that it made her heart flutter. “Meko kabhi nahi chhodega na…?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with a vulnerability that she rarely let him see.

Sidharth shook his head immediately, the thought of losing her something he couldn’t even begin to fathom. Why would she ask that? Didn’t she know how deeply he loved her? “Main tera hoon… jo chahe karle…” he replied, his voice firm yet filled with affection.

Shehnaaz giggled softly, the sound light and pure, as she curled herself even more tightly into his arms, seeking the warmth and security he offered. She began to play with his fingers, entangling them in hers and then releasing, only to repeat the motion. It was a simple, innocent gesture, but it spoke volumes about the comfort and ease they found in each other.

Sidharth continued to gently brush his fingers through Shehnaaz’s hair, the soothing motion bringing a sense of peace to both of them. He felt her breath slow and become steady against his neck, a sign that she had finally drifted off to sleep in his arms. The warmth of her body pressed close to his made him want to stay like this forever, holding her as she slept, protecting her from everything.

With the utmost care, he slowly replaced himself with a pillow, making sure she stayed comfortable and undisturbed. He adjusted her on the bed, tucking the duvet around her to keep her warm. She looked so peaceful, so serene, and it made his heart swell with a deep, protective love.

Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment as if sealing a silent promise. Then, with one last glance at her sleeping form, he quietly left the bedroom, carefully closing the door behind him. He made sure to move stealthily, ensuring that no one would see him as he slipped away, leaving her to rest in the safety and comfort of her dreams.

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Morning soon arrived, bringing with it a mix of emotions that seemed to linger in the air. The Gill family walked out of the main door, accompanied by the Shukla family, as the servants busied themselves loading the cars with luggage. Everyone was present, exchanging pleasantries and final words—everyone except Sidharth.

Abhi, on the other hand, was staring at Payal with such intensity that it seemed as if someone had taken away his favorite ice cream. Payal noticed his lingering gaze and glared at him a few times, trying to break his focus, but he remained undeterred, his eyes locked on her.

Amidst all this, Shehnaaz stood apart, sulking visibly. Her thoughts were consumed by one person—Sidharth. “Kumbhakaran must be sleeping… insensitive moron…” she muttered to herself, her frustration bubbling over. Kya Wahe Guruji… ek jiju hai… jo Di ko aise dekh rahe hai… ke abhi unhe kha jayenge… aur ek humare Shukla ji hai… jinko yaad bhi nahi ke I am leaving… Abhi tak so rahe hai… mujhe bye kahne bhi nahi aaye… Her inner voice was filled with irritation and sadness. Abhi se ye haal hai… toh shaadi ke baad to Shukla ji mujhe puchhenge bhi nahi

She sighed deeply, feeling a pang of sadness mixed with annoyance. Hayy hayy Shehnaaz… abhi se Shuklaji ke samne teri kuch nahi chalti… kahan gaya tera magic… tu toh bilkul thandi ho gayi… She shook her head, trying to snap herself out of it. Wake up, Shehnaaz puttar… wake up…

As she murmured to herself, lost in her thoughts, Payal noticed and gently nudged her to get her attention. Startled, Shehnaaz snapped out of her sulking reverie and forced a smile in Payal’s direction, making Payal roll her eyes at the antics.

The elders continued their conversations, oblivious to the undercurrents of tension among the younger ones. Abhi and Payal remained locked in their silent exchange, their eyes speaking volumes. Meanwhile, Shehnaaz kept glancing towards the house, almost willing something magical to happen—hoping that the moron Shukla would suddenly come running out, apologizing profusely, “Sorry, sorry, sorry… blah blah…” But the door stayed closed, and with each passing moment, her disappointment deepened.

Just as her phone buzzed. She eagerly opened the message, half-expecting it to be some grand apology or at least a heartfelt goodbye. Instead, she read, “Come to the kitchen fast.”

“Arey, lo! Khud bahar nahi aa sakte the? Sare servants yahan hain na?” she muttered to herself, her frustration bubbling up. “Jarur Shukla ji ko coffee chahiye hogi. Isliye mujhe bula rahe hain. Kya ye sach mein bhool gaya ke main aaj ja rahi hoon? Ise toh kuchh fikar hi nahi hai…”

Rolling her eyes and making a face as though she were on a reality show, she decided to make a show of being “thirsty” and headed to the kitchen.

As she stepped in, the sight that met her eyes only added to her irritation. There was Sidharth, lounging on the kitchen slab like he was on a tropical vacation. His relaxed posture, completely at odds with her own frazzled state, made her want to roll her eyes again. Khadus Shukla…

“kyu bulaya mujhe?” she snapped, trying to keep her annoyance in check. “I’m getting late.”

Sidharth smirked inwardly.. he knew she is irritated. On a serious note, he should be the one irritated.. she was with family all the time.. how was he supposed to talk to her.. she is the one who said not to disclose there relationship yet.. so how was he suppose to talk to her.. he was sulking walking back and forth in his room.. Standing at the window, he saw her making faces and realized she must be missing him too.. however the thick headed girl would not move away from family.. so finally he had massaged her…

“jaldi se coffee banao.. you must be getting late..” he said casually.

Shehnaaz looked at him with a face that could only be described as “golgappa”—a mix of surprise and disappointment. So, her suspicion was right. He had called her into the kitchen just for coffee. Her face fell into a pout that would make any baby cry, and she turned away, muttering under her breath.

“Idiot, gadha, stupid, moron… Isse toh meri kuch fikar hi nahi… I’m leaving aur ise apni coffee ki padi hai…” she grumbled, feeling a mix of annoyance and sadness.

She was so absorbed in her grumbling and the task of making coffee that she barely noticed him approach. Suddenly, Sidharth wrapped his arms around her from behind, encircling her waist and resting his face against her neck. The surprise of his touch left her momentarily rooted to the spot, her murmurs fading into silence.

“Mat ja na…” he whispered softly, his voice a blend of affection and desperation.

The warmth of his embrace and the tenderness of his words melted her frustration. A soft smile slowly spread across her beautiful pink lips as she realized the truth—he had used the coffee as an excuse just to see her before she left. Her heart fluttered with the sweetness of his gesture, and she started laughing all of sudden.

Sidharth, momentarily taken aback by her laughter, looked at her with a mix of confusion and curiosity. Did I sound so funny that she started laughing? He felt a little self-conscious as he wondered aloud, “Did I miss the joke…?”

Turning around, Shehnaaz shook her head with a shy smile and looked down, her cheeks flushed. “Woh… tune itne pyar se roka… mujhe na khushi ke maare hasi chhut gayi…”

Sidharth stared at her, exasperated. Oh, Sana ke wahe guru ji, will their moments ever be just romantic and not funny? Here he was, trying to be all romantic, and the ever-predictable Shehnaaz Gill was laughing her heart out. Grhh… romantism ki batti bujha di, he thought with a sigh, then realized that lately, he had started thinking in Shehnaaz’s way.

Hangover!

Shaking his head at her antics, Sidharth couldn’t help but tease, “Why were you sulking so much? You were the one plastered with your family all the time. How was I supposed to talk to you…”

Shehnaaz bit her lip, her eyes widening in realization. “Hayy rabba… ye to maine socha hi nahi…”

Sidharth smirked, then immediately bit his own lip as he realized he might have stepped over the line. “Hasne se fursat mile to socho gi na…”

Before he could react further, Shehnaaz grabbed his collar and pulled him closer with a flash of annoyance. “Shukla ji… mere hasne se aapko koi problem hai kya??”

Sidharth couldn’t help but grin at her fiery reaction. He had always adored this fierce side of Shehnaaz—her “gundagiri” was something he found endearing. Moving in closer, he brushed his nose against hers, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Damnnn, you are not leaving me and going…”

Shehnaaz smiled softly, resting her lips gently against his jaw as her face nestled into the crook of his neck. Her arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, while she closed her eyes, savoring the moment. Sidharth, equally lost in their embrace, held her with the same intensity and passion. His lips brushed lightly against her skin near her eyes as he too shut his eyes, reveling in their closeness.

“bas kuch waqt ki baat hai na…” Shehnaaz’s whisper was like a soothing balm to his restless heart.

“I can’t stay away from you anymore, Naaz…” Sidharth’s voice was filled with desperation as he pulled her even closer, burying his face in her hair. His arms tightened around her waist, and Shehnaaz felt a mix of surprise and warmth from his touch.

“Sidharth…” Shehnaaz murmured softly, her voice a mix of concern and affection. “Koi aa jayega…”

“Hmm…” Sidharth responded, his focus on the feeling of her close to him. He guided her into a more secluded corner of the kitchen, positioning them in a way that shielded them from view.

The first love is always unique—every touch, every realization, every demand, every blush, every bold move, and every promise feels unforgettable.

Sidharth’s arms rested protectively around heras  he nuzzled closer, his presence reassuring.

“Mujhe jana hoga…” Shehnaaz whispered reluctantly.

Shehnaaz had never imagined that love could be this beautiful, this painful, this demanding, and yet, so special. She felt a profound realization of how extraordinary her first love was. She wanted to love him and be loved by him forever. She realized that the very person she had fought with, the one from whom she had demanded things she could never ask from a stranger, was now the one who had become the center of her life. He was the one who had fulfilled all her wishes, who had hurt her and made her cry, yet managed to leave a deep imprint on her heart. He was not just a part of her life anymore; he was becoming her life itself.

“shadi kar lete hai baby..”

Sidharth’s desperate plea pierced through the air, his voice heavy with emotion. As he spoke, he gently bit her neck, a gesture of both longing and urgency. The words seemed to come from a place of deep pain in his heart; he couldn’t bear the thought of her leaving him—not now, not ever. She was everything to him—mad, funny, annoying, always planning, childish, bubbly, talkative, and sometimes a little too much. Despite her quirks, he loved her deeply. She had transformed him in ways he never thought possible, making him embrace love, fun, and life itself.

He loved his spirited girl and was ready to spend his life with her, enduring all her antics, because the thought of living without her was unbearable. He had grown accustomed to her presence, and he wasn’t about to let her slip away. She was his, and he was resolute in keeping her by his side.

Shehnaaz’s breath caught in her throat as his words reached her ears. The depth of his proposal hit her with a wave of emotion. Here was a man, in his most vulnerable state, asking her to marry him because he couldn’t bear the thought of her leaving. The depth of his feelings made her feel cherished and special in a way nothing else ever could.

“Marry me, Naaz,” Sidharth’s voice was filled with urgency and emotion. He pressed a longing kiss to her collarbone, his actions full of longing and affection. Shehnaaz felt a rush of warmth from his touch, her heart fluttering at his passionate display.

“Sidharth…” Shehnaaz’s voice was a soft murmur, her eyes closing as she savored the intimate moment. However, she was jolted back to reality by Payal’s voice calling out for her. Panic set in as she realized how exposed they were.

Shehnaaz tried to gently push Sidharth away, but he was lost in his fervor. His embrace tightened as he kissed her neck with increasing intensity. Sensing the urgency, she pushed him away with more force, trying to create some distance.

Sidharth snapped in anger and turned away from her resting his forehead and hands against the wall to regain control over himself..

Quickly, Shehnaaz adjusted her dupatta around her neck and gave him a brief, affectionate hug from behind before making a hasty exit. She slipped away before Payal could reach the kitchen, her heart racing from the close call.

Sidharth sighed, understanding that her quick kiss was a gentle farewell, knowing hhe was angry and would not turn around. Her gesture, though brief, showed her deep understanding of him. Despite the intensity of the moment, he felt a sense of satisfaction knowing she could read him so well. His feelings for her were strong and unwavering—he was passionate and determined, and she was, without a doubt, his.

Just his.

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Shehnaaz was blushing.

Shehnaaz was smiling.

Shehnaaz was dancing and jumping.

She was lost in the afterglow of their moment together.

Her cheeks were still flushed, a constant reminder of their passionate exchange. She couldn’t help but smile as she thought about the intensity of their connection, even as she was back in Mohali. The sensation of his touch lingered on her skin, and his kisses seemed to echo in her mind. The way he held her, so passionately and protectively, made her blush even now. She couldn’t help but wonder how it would have been if Payal hadn’t interrupted them. Hiding her face in her pillow, she thought about how close he had come, and the thought left her blushing even more.

The realization that he loved her too filled her with a profound sense of happiness. It felt like a dream come true. Sidharth was everything she could have wished for in a partner. She envisioned their future together—marriage, a family, and the life they could build. The thought of being in his arms, having their own baby, made her heart race with excitement.

Meanwhile, Payal noticed that Shehnaaz seemed a bit off but couldn’t quite figure out why. She assumed that Shehnaaz’s odd behavior was just pre-wedding excitement and decided to let it slide.

In Mumbai, Sidharth was equally restless. It had been a day since Shehnaaz returned home, and she hadn’t called him. He hadn’t reached out either, which he considered a bit different. His anger simmered, and he was upset that she had pushed him away. How could she? He felt he had every right to be close to her.

he knew he was being stupid.. Payal bhabhi would have seen them if shehnaz had not pushed him..

but he couldn’t stop being one.. she was his and no one can push him away from her. no one can look at her. no one can touch. she was his. just his..

he decided to tell some elder about it. his mother would be the best option. she would understand it well. dadi maa was too dangerous to keep the secret within herself.. Abhi bhai. no ways. he would land up telling Payal bhabhi and Shehnaaz had told him she would tell Payal herself. dad. no ways. he is not planning to die this soon. so mom. yes. he would tell his mom soon as possible, thought Sidharth.

Back in Mohali, Shehnaaz was feeling like a pressure cooker ready to blow. She wanted to call Sidharth, knowing full well he was probably fuming. But with the wedding chaos and constant hovering by Payal and her mother, finding a moment of peace was like finding a needle in a haystack.

She looked at her mobile with a dramatic sigh, as if it would magically dial Sidharth for her. “Shehnaaz, stop being so melodramatic. It’s just a phone,” she scolded herself.

Finally, in the evening, with a bit of free time, Shehnaaz decided to make the call. Just as she was about to hit the dial button, a helper came in with the news that Daarji wanted to see her immediately.

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Author’s Note

Hello, dear readers!

Thank you for joining me on this journey with Shehnaaz and Sidharth! This story blends romance and comedy, exploring the highs and lows of their relationship with a touch of humor. As we follow their ups and downs, I hope the humor brings some lightness to the emotional moments and that the romance resonates with you.

Remember, characters are often a reflection of their quirks and imperfections, and it’s these very traits that make them relatable and endearing. Your feedback and support are always appreciated, and I hope you continue to enjoy the adventures of Shehnaaz and Sidharth. Stay tuned for more twists, turns, and heartfelt moments!

Thank you for reading.

Also, stay tuned for Baarish,  Bhula Dunga, Mora Piya, Beintehaa and Thodasa pyar which will be starting soon along with the rest of the stories. There’s so much more in store, and I can’t wait for you to dive into these new adventures.

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Shalaka

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