Chapter 21

Slowly, Shehnaaz removed her palms from her flushed face, her gaze still fixed downward, her cheeks still burning with a delicate pink. Sidharth, his eyes tender and filled with affection, gently placed his index finger under her chin, lifting her face until her eyes met his. The touch was both gentle and reassuring, a silent promise of his unspoken love.

As their gazes locked, Shehnaaz’s breath caught in her throat. The intensity of Sidharth’s eyes made her heart race, and she instinctively tightened her grip around his chest. The warmth of his breath against her rosy cheek as he nuzzled his nose possessively sent shivers down her spine. She felt an overwhelming wave of emotion, and her body responded by instinctively curling into his embrace.

Sidharth watched with a growing smile as her face turned an even deeper shade of red. His arms instinctively tightened around her, holding her close, whispering softly, “Meri mishti ki yahi meethi meethi bate mujhe pagal kar deti hai…” His words, filled with endearment and affection, made Shehnaaz’s heart flutter uncontrollably. She could feel her own arms wrapping around him, her face finding a tender spot on his chest, where she nestled comfortably.

With a loving shake of his head, Sidharth continued to protect her within his embrace, pressing a gentle kiss to her head and murmuring, “Mera bachha…” Those two simple words created a cocoon of warmth and intimacy between them, a space where the rest of the world seemed to fade away.

The moment was their own, a quiet sanctuary where they could simply be together, lost in each other’s presence. Shehnaaz, looking up at him with a playful glint in her eyes, demanded, “Boliye me me bahot beautiful lag rahi hun…” Her tone was teasing, yet her eyes sought his approval with a mixture of vulnerability and hope. When Sidharth smiled, even the briefest of smiles, her heart skipped several beats. His rare smiles were like precious gems, making her feel special and loved beyond words.

Sidharth’s fingers, tender and caressing, traced the soft skin of her waist where her ghagra began. His touch was gentle yet possessive, sending a thrill through Shehnaaz. With a hint of teasing, he said, “Bohot jyada…” The sincerity of his compliment made Shehnaaz’s eyes widen in surprise, and she looked down, her cheeks flushing even more. Sidharth’s chuckle, warm and genuine, filled the air with a sense of light-heartedness.

But then, Sidharth’s tone took on a playful edge, “Bas ek kami hai…” His words made Shehnaaz frown, her brow furrowing as she turned around quickly to check her reflection in the mirror. She examined herself with a mixture of concern and curiosity, wondering if she had overlooked something.

As Shehnaaz’s gaze fell upon Sidharth’s reflection in the mirror, she saw him carefully retrieving a small box from his pocket. Her eyes remained fixed on him, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation swirling within her. The quiet of the room seemed to heighten every subtle movement and gesture.

With a tender embrace from behind, Sidharth opened the box, revealing a delicate diamond waist band. The sight of the shimmering band made her eyes widen in surprise. Sidharth placed the empty box gently on the dressing table, his focus entirely on the task at hand.

His hands, gentle yet precise, circled around her waist as he began fastening the waist band. The process was slow, deliberate, and filled with an unmistakable tenderness. Shehnaaz’s gaze alternated between the band and his eyes, which was locked in concentration. She found it impossible to decide which was more captivating—the delicate sparkle of the band or the intense focus in Sidharth’s eyes. He didn’t once look at her face during the task, his attention solely dedicated to making sure everything was perfect.

Once he had finished fastening the waist band, Sidharth looked at her through the mirror, his embrace still firm around her. “Ab perfect hai…” he murmured softly, his voice carrying a mixture of pride and satisfaction. His touch was not driven by passion but by a profound sense of possession, as if she were his to cherish and pamper forever.

The depth of his love and devotion was palpable, and it overwhelmed Shehnaaz. The way he treated her with such care, the way his eyes conveyed a fierce, unspoken affection—every detail made her heart swell with emotion. The tears began to well up in her eyes, unable to contain the flood of feelings that surged through her.

Unable to hold back any longer, Shehnaaz turned around quickly, burying her face in the crook of Sidharth’s neck. Her tears began to roll down her cheeks, each drop a testament to the profound love she felt. Sidharth, sensing her emotional turmoil, tightened his embrace around her, his concern evident as he held her close.

His arms wrapped around her with a mix of comfort and worry, his heart aching to see her so overwhelmed. He rested his chin on her head, gently stroking her back, offering solace and reassurance. The moment was filled with an intimate, unspoken bond, where words were unnecessary. The depth of their love was expressed through every touch, every gesture, and every tear that fell.

Pulling her face gently away from his neck, Sidharth cupped Shehnaaz’s cheeks with both hands, his eyes filled with concern as he studied her teary eyes. “Kya huva, mera bachha? You didn’t like it?” His voice was soft, laced with worry and a hint of confusion.

Shehnaaz, her voice still trembling with emotion, replied in a slightly childlike tone, “Offo nahi… it’s beautiful…” She pouted her lips softly, her tears glistening. Unable to resist, Sidharth leaned in and pecked her lips tenderly. “Fir kyu ro rahi ho?” he asked gently, his brow furrowing in concern.

Shehnaaz, with a touch of seriousness, admitted, “Me bhi wohi soch rahi hun…” Her tone was earnest, reflecting her own bewilderment at the flood of emotions. Sidharth couldn’t help but chuckle softly, his fingers tenderly brushing away her tears with the pad of his thumb. “Pagal hai mera bachha…” he said affectionately, his heart full of love for her.

A shiver of electricity ran through Shehnaaz as Sidharth’s perfect m-shaped lips met hers in a breathtaking kiss. His arms snaked around her waist, resting gently over the delicate waist band as he kissed her with all the love and passion he felt. The kiss was a beautiful amalgamation of their feelings—love, tenderness, and the dreams they shared for their future together.

It was a kiss that spoke of deep affection, a kiss that seemed to promise a beautiful life ahead. The intensity of the moment made Shehnaaz giggle softly as his fingers tickled the sensitive skin of her waist, prompting him to kiss her even more fervently.

After what felt like an eternity, Sidharth pulled back, leaving Shehnaaz breathless and slightly dazed. “Lo… ho gaya sabit…” he said with a satisfied smile. Shehnaaz, still catching her breath, looked at him with confusion. “Kya sabit hi gaya?” she asked, puzzled.

Sidharth’s gaze then fell on her low-cut neckline, and he frowned slightly. With a thoughtful expression, he adjusted her dupatta, making sure it was perfectly in place. Shehnaaz watched him, a hint of realization dawning as she understood what he was doing. She couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the endearing sight of him so attentively fixing her appearance.

Once he was done, Sidharth’s smile returned, and he said with a playful glint in his eye, “Yahi ke tum Mishty doe ho… meethi meethi si..” His words were a blend of teasing and affectionate, a reminder of the special bond they shared.

“Sidhhaarhhth…” Shehnaaz hissed in embarrassment, burying her face against his chest in an attempt to hide. Her cheeks were flushed with a vibrant pink, the warmth of her blush intensified by her shyness.

“Haan baby…” Sidharth responded, his voice tender and soothing. He placed a lingering kiss on her forehead, the gesture filled with affection and reassurance.

As he gently caressed the diamond waist band with his fingers, he chuckled softly, feeling her tummy tuck in reflexively due to the ticklish sensation. “Did you like it?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with excitement and curiosity.

Shehnaaz looked up at him with a sparkle of joy in her eyes. “Mrs. Shukla loved the gift…” she said, her voice brimming with genuine happiness.

Sidharth’s face lit up with a wholehearted smile, and he leaned in to place a tender kiss on her nose. “Mr. Shukla is happy to hear that…” he said, his tone playful yet full of love.

Shehnaaz, her smile both sweet and playful, glanced at him and said, “Ab me jau, warna mujhe dhundate huye girls gang upar aa jayenge…” Her teasing words were accompanied by a lighthearted giggle, adding a touch of humor to the moment.

Sidharth’s gaze softened, and he reluctantly acknowledged, “Tum paas nahi hoti, toh kuchh bhi achha nahi lagta…” His voice held a trace of longing, reluctant to let go but understanding that he had to.

Shehnaaz, looking into his eyes with a mix of affection and mischief, raised herself slightly on her toes and placed a gentle kiss on his chin. With a hint of concern in her voice, she asked, “..aur mujhe kuchh ho gaya to aap kya karoge…?”

As soon as Shehnaaz’s words left her lips, she felt Sidharth stiffen abruptly. His arms, which had been wrapped around her with such warmth, were now withdrawn. She closed her eyes, her heart sinking as she realized how her words might have sounded. When she opened them, she was taken aback by the fierce intensity in his eyes. The anger in his gaze was a stark contrast to his usual demeanor, and it shook her to her core. His fury was palpable, his body trembling with the force of his emotions, reminding her of his strength and his deep feelings for her.

“Bakwas karna jaroori hai, jaan?” His voice, though lowered, was sharp and filled with pain.

Feeling the weight of his anger, Shehnaaz bit her lower lip, her heart racing. She quickly wrapped her arms around him again, burying her face in his chest. “Maine soch ke nahi bola… Aapko pata hai na… Me stupid hu… Kuchh bhi bolti hun… Mujhe aapse koi nahi chhin sakta… Khud me bhi nahi… Mujhe kabhi kuch nahi hoga… Kyunki mujhe ye haqq hai hi nahi… Aap shant ho jayiye…” Her voice trembled with a mix of apology and desperation, trying to calm him and reassure him of her commitment.

As she spoke, she placed multiple tender kisses on his chest, her soft lips brushing against his skin as she waited for his heartbeat to return to its normal rhythm. Gradually, his breathing steadied, and his arms, once again, wrapped around her in a comforting embrace.

“You will ruin me completely, jaan… I know this,” he said, acknowledging the powerful effect she had on him. The weight of her words had left his heart racing, making him realize how deeply she could affect him with just a few sentences. She held the key to his heart, and he was well aware of it.

“Hayy rabba… Bolana awehi bol diya… Fir bhi data rahe hai…” she said, her voice taking on a babyish tone. Her playful words were meant to lighten the mood, but Sidharth’s initial anger melted into a warm smile. He pecked her pouted lips, the tenderness in his gesture contrasting sharply with the earlier anger. “Go downstairs… I’ll be there shortly…”

Nodding, Shehnaaz turned towards the door, her hand reaching for the handle. However, just as she was about to open it, she felt a soft pain on her shoulder. realization dawning on her that Sidharth had done it. The unexpectedness of it left her momentarily stunned, and she winced when she felt his teeth gently nip at the back of her shoulder.

” that’s your Punishment for speaking stupid,” he groaned softly into her ear. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down her spine. Before she could fully process his words and turn around, he had vanished, leaving her standing there, stunned.

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, the intensity of her blush nearly matching the warmth on her skin from where he had bitten her. The sting, though slight, was a reminder of his playful, possessive affection. Shehnaaz’s heart raced as she quickly gathered her composure. With her emotions running high, she dashed downstairs, her rosy cheeks glowing with the remnants of their beautiful moments.

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The vibrant sounds of dhol and tasha filled the air, creating an infectious energy as the evening began. The Gill mansion was soon bustling with activity, guests arriving in waves, their chatter and laughter blending into a joyful symphony.

The fresh, earthy aroma of mehendi being applied to the women’s hands added a rich, aromatic layer to the celebration, mingling with the lively atmosphere.

Amidst the merriment, Shehnaaz found herself swept up by her cousins, who enthusiastically pulled her into a lively bhangra dance. The rhythm of the drums seemed to echo her excitement, and she moved with abandon, her joy palpable.

As she danced, her badi buwa spotted her and drew her into a warm, motherly hug. “Kitna pyara lag rahi hai tu puttar,” she said, her voice filled with affection. “Mere bunty ke liye ekdum changi hai…”

Shehnaaz giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Ewww, buwa, mene mar jana hai lekin aapke bunty se nahi shadi karna…”

Her badi buwa playfully slapped her head, a loving gesture that made Shehnaaz laugh. “Veera, dekh toh, teri beti ki zuban chalane lagi hai…”

Just then, Jasbeera, who had been called over, approached them with a chuckle. “Aapke bhai ne bigad rakha hai ise,” she teased, joining in the light-hearted banter.

Badi buwa smiled, her affection evident as she placed a gentle kiss on Shehnaaz’s forehead, “Fir thik hai..”

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As the car pulled up to the gates of the Gill mansion, Sidharth couldn’t help but notice his mother’s curious gaze. Her eyes were fixed on him with an intensity that made him chuckle inwardly.

“Maa, why are you staring at me like that?” Sidharth asked, already knowing the reason behind her inquisitive look.

Rita ji’s laughter was soft but filled with genuine curiosity. She was convinced that her eldest son was the most unromantic and practical person in the world, but he seemed determined to prove her wrong. “Kidhar gaya tha?” she asked, her tone tinged with playful insistence.

Sidharth chuckled as he stepped out of the car, followed closely by Rita ji. “Sid bata mujhe…” she pressed on, her curiosity unrelenting.

“Maa, you won’t let go, will you?” Sidharth said with a sigh of exasperation, though his smile betrayed his amusement. Rita ji, with a firm grip on his hand, replied, “I’m your mother, son. I haven’t learned to give up.

Shaking his head, Sidharth leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead, a gesture born from habit and affection. “I wanted to see her first,” he admitted, his voice soft but sincere.

Rita ji’s eyes widened in surprise. “You are shocking me, Sid…” she said, her voice filled with a mix of awe and joy.

Sidharth chuckled at her reaction as they walked through the beautifully decorated entrance of the Gill mansion. The vibrant colors and festive decorations added a touch of magic to the evening. The air was filled with the lively buzz of conversation and laughter, a perfect backdrop for the celebration.

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Shehnaz eyes fell on Sidharth and Rita ji and she went towards them instantly with Anu.. Shehnaz hugged Rita welcoming them.. Anu giggled while Sidharth watched the duo with a hidden smile. Jasbeera ji and Rajender ji soon joined them..

Rajender ji took Sidharth with him to most with colleagues from similar background were sitting.

Jasbeera ji watched shehnaaz getting too familiar with Rita ji and was quite surprised..

As the bride, accompanied by her family and guests, arrived at the Gill mansion, the atmosphere grew even more lively. The entire Gill family extended a warm welcome, their enthusiasm adding to the festive ambiance. Baaz’s eyes were fixed on Leher, who looked stunningly beautiful. Her cheeks were perpetually flushed, a soft blush never leaving her face, which only heightened her charm.

Uttara, brimming with excitement, dashed towards Shehnaaz, who was surrounded by her friends and a few cousins. The energy of the evening was infectious, and Shehnaaz’s presence added to the joy. Ranbir’s gaze was locked on Shehnaaz, visibly captivated by her beauty. Sidharth, noticing this, couldn’t help but frown. He didn’t appreciate anyone’s lingering attention on Shehnaaz, a protective instinct bubbling to the surface.

The group continued to mingle and chat, the conversation flowing freely. Ankita, ever the enthusiast, couldn’t contain her excitement when she spotted Shehnaaz’s waist band. “Yaar, kitna amazing hai tera waist band!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

Shehnaaz’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink as she glanced at her waist band. “Mast hai na?” she asked, her voice filled with modest pride.

Anu and Nisha, joining the conversation, chimed in, “Yaar, tu ne room me toh nahi pehna tha jab hum ready huye…” Their teasing tone was light-hearted, and Shehnaaz’s embarrassment was palpable.

Clearing her throat, Shehnaaz admitted, “Haan, wohi bhul gayi thi na main… Isliye late aayi. Mil nahi raha tha.”

Uttara’s eyes widened in awe as she looked at the waist band. “It looks expensive, man… Is it real diamond?” she asked, her curiosity evident.

Caught off guard by the mention of “expensive,” Shehnaaz hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She scratched her head, a touch of uncertainty crossing her face. “Umm…” she started, but before she could elaborate, Ankita took her hand and rolled her eyes playfully.

“Pagal, ladki… Khudka name initial likhe hai kya mehendi pe..? Pati ka naam likhte hai. Dekh, mene Mayank likha hai,” she said with a grin, showing off the intricate mehendi design on her own hands.

Shehnaaz chuckled at Ankita’s playful comment and let her gaze wander until it landed on Sidharth. He was walking by, his eyes fixed on her with a possessive intensity that made her heart flutter. The look in his eyes spoke volumes, and a playful smirk appeared on his face as if he had heard every word.

“Mere liye jo bana hai, wo khud apna naam mere hathon mein likhega,” Shehnaaz said with a teasing glint in her eyes, directing her words towards Sidharth. The smirk on his face widened, confirming that he had indeed heard her remark.

Ranbir, still part of the conversation, shook his head with a smile. “Pagal hai tu sachhii,” he commented, his tone light-hearted but affectionate. The group continued to talk and laugh, the banter adding to the lively atmosphere.

Author’s Note

Hello, dear readers!

Thank you for diving into this chapter of Shehnaaz and Sidharth’s journey with me. I hope you felt the warmth of the celebration, the depth of their emotions, and the playful banter among friends and family. Each interaction is meant to bring us closer to the characters and their unique relationships.

Shehnaaz’s interactions with Sidharth and his family reflect her genuine affection and the deep connections she shares with them. Sidharth’s protective nature and Shehnaaz’s playful remarks add a layer of intimacy and charm to their relationship. The festive atmosphere of the Gill mansion, with its lively music and heartfelt exchanges, serves as the perfect backdrop for their story.

I hope you enjoyed the blend of romance, humor, and emotional depth in this chapter. Your support and enthusiasm for Shehnaaz and Sidharth’s story mean the world to me. Stay tuned for more as their journey continues to unfold.

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Also, stay tuned for 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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