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Chapter 22

The beautiful yet matured voice of Leher’s mother captured everyone’s attention, filling the room with an emotional melody.

The words, flowing straight from the heart of a mother, held a depth that touched everyone. Leher’s mother tried to hide the layer of tears forming in her eyes, a reflection of her inner turmoil.

Leher, standing nearby, looked at her mother with tears welling up in her eyes. Her mother shook her head gently, signaling her baby girl not to cry. It was her big day, and she wanted it to be filled with joy, not tears.

As the music started, Uttara gracefully moved to the center of the room, her dance steps perfectly matching the beats of the music. A few girls joined her, their movements synchronized in a beautiful harmony.

Ankita joined Uttara, their hands adorned with intricate mehendi designs. They danced together, showcasing their decorated hands. Mayank chuckled at the sight, while Ankita’s father looked away, his face clouded with anger.

Nisha stepped forward, her bangles creating a melodic sound. Her eyes wandered to Ranbir, who was intently watching Shehnaaz. Nisha smiled sadly and joined the dance, her heart heavy with unspoken emotions.

Her friends pulled Shehnaaz into the center, making her giggle with excitement. Sidharth, standing on the sidelines, chuckled as he watched her. She seemed so innocent, almost childlike in her joy.

“Mujhe sajan ke ghar jana hai… 

However, Shehnaaz proved him wrong. She fixed her gaze on Sidharth, her eyes capturing his with an intensity that took his breath away. Her dance, combined with the implications of her words, sent a thrill through his heart.

Sidharth stood motionless, captivated by Shehnaaz’s beauty and the depth of her emotions. Her words, though part of the song, resonated deeply with him. She was expressing her desire to go to her would-be husband’s house, a statement that stirred something profound within him.

In that moment, Sidharth’s heart ached with a powerful longing. He wanted to take Shehnaaz into his arms, to hold her close and never let go. The realization of his feelings washed over him like a tidal wave, leaving him breathless and yearning for the day he could make her his forever.

Rita ji’s words were so beautifully spoken that every woman in the room held their breath, trying to control their tears. The memories of their own beautiful childhoods, now seemingly lost in the maze of their married lives, came rushing back.

Leher hugged her mother tightly as Uttara tried to tease her. But Leher couldn’t hold back her tears, and they flowed freely. Jasbeera ji patted her daughter’s head lovingly, trying to calm her. Baaz smiled warmly, watching his adored mother with affection.

One of Leher’s cousins continued the song, making Leher hide her face in her palms in embarrassment as everyone giggled around her.

Shehnaaz pulled Leher to dance, and their friends joined in. Leher, despite her tears, chuckled and matched a few steps with Shehnaaz, their laughter mingling with the music.

Jasbeera ji’s voice cracked as she sang those words, her gaze fixed on Shehnaaz, who was smiling and giggling. The sight reminded Jasbeera ji of her own childhood, her friends, and the life she had left behind. She missed her mother deeply.

Leher sang, and Shehnaaz’s heart skipped a beat as she saw the tears in her own mother’s eyes. Soon, she too would have to leave her home and family behind.

Overwhelmed by a sudden wave of fear, Shehnaaz ran to her mother and hugged her tightly. Rajender, sensing her distress, walked over and pulled his daughter into a protective embrace, silently promising to be there for her forever.

Sidharth’s heart ached as he felt the pain in Shehnaaz’s voice. How on earth could he bear to see her in pain? He was ready to defy any rule set by society, just for her, just to ensure her happiness.

Anu, along with Ankita and Nisha, pulled Shehnaaz back into the group, making her giggle as she rejoined them in their dance. Sidharth shook his head, watching her with an urge to hug her close, to hold her and never let go. His love for her was so deep that he couldn’t stand the thought of her being hurt, and he was determined to do whatever it took to keep her happy and safe.

Everyone was busy dancing when Shehnaaz walked towards Sidharth, who stood quietly in a corner. Sidharth watched her intently, his gaze never leaving her face.

Shehnaaz giggled at her own childish antics, and Sidharth couldn’t help but smile. As she came closer, he gently placed his hand around her waist, pulling her closer while ensuring no one noticed them.

“Toh tumhe sajan ke ghar jana hai… haan jaan?” Sidharth asked with a mischievous tone, making her look at him with a mixture of surprise and a blush. “Offoo… it was just a song…”

He sighed, his expression showing his discontent. “Ohh toh matlab… nahi jana hai?”

Shehnaaz rolled her eyes and playfully hit his chest, making him chuckle. Sidharth’s smile widened as he held her hand. He spread her palm open and took out a mehendi cone he had hidden behind him. Finding an empty spot in her mehendi, he carefully wrote SIDNAAZ in capital letters, causing her to look at him in surprise.

Sidharth smiled and gently pecked her forehead. “Jaha Sid ka naam ho… wahan Naaz ka naam kaise nahi hoga…”

Tears of happiness welled up in her eyes as she stared at him. Shaking his head slightly, he patted her cheek softly. “Go… enjoy yourself,” he said sweetly, not wanting anyone to misinterpret their interaction.

Nodding, Shehnaaz turned her face slightly and kissed his palm resting on her cheek before running back to her friends. Sidharth shook his head once more, watching her with a mixture of love and amusement.

At that very moment, Shikhar walked in and caught the last interaction between Sidharth and Shehnaaz before she ran back to her friends. A surge of jealousy and anger shot through him, and he felt his blood boil instantly. Pain pierced his heart as he fought the urge to slap Shehnaaz for daring to touch someone else. How could she forget whom she belonged to?

He despised Sidharth Shukla’s presence and realized things were spiraling out of his control. Standing in a corner, his eyes never left Shehnaaz. She looked stunning, and Shikhar’s possessive nature intensified. He wanted to take her away and keep her to himself forever, never allowing anyone else to see or touch her. His obsession with her was overwhelming.

“I’ll make you mine, Shehnaaz… you belong to me,” he mumbled to himself, his voice laced with possessiveness.

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Meanwhile, Mayank noticed the angry glares Ankita’s father was throwing his way.The man never liked him for his daughter. He watched Ankita enjoying herself, smiling a little when he caught her attention.

“Kya huva? upset kyu lag raha hai?” Ankita asked, observing his frown.

Mayank sighed, “I need to talk to you about your fa—”

Before he could finish, Ranbir joined them suddenly. “Bro, yahan kya kar raha hai? Karan was looking for you,” he said, dragging Mayank away, leaving a confused Ankita behind.

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Shikhar continued to seethe in his corner, his eyes locked on Shehnaaz. His possessive thoughts consumed him as he vowed to make her his, no matter what it took. Sidharth, unaware of Shikhar’s presence and intentions, remained focused on Shehnaaz, his love for her evident in every glance and gesture.

Ankita, now alone, tried to make sense of Mayank’s unfinished sentence. She felt a pang of worry but decided to push it aside for the moment. The night was meant for celebration, and she didn’t want to dampen the mood. However, the tension in the air was palpable, and she couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling that something was amiss.

Nisha smiled as she watched Ranbir enjoying himself, but a sigh escaped her as she realized it was time for her to move on. Her gaze shifted away from Ranbir and fell upon Shikhar, who was staring at Shehnaaz with an unsettling intensity.

What was he doing here? The question immediately popped into her mind. She hadn’t given him an invitation, and the way he was looking at Shehnaaz made her uneasy.

Nisha decided to pull Shehnaaz towards her to catch her attention. “Kisse dhundh rahi hai?” she asked, trying to gauge what was troubling her friend.

Startled, Shehnaaz turned to Nisha and replied, “Nahi toh… koi nahi, bas ek person,” she said, clearing her throat as she tried to mask her concern.

Nisha wasn’t convinced by Shehnaaz’s vague response. Her eyes darted to where Shikhar stood, realizing that he had somehow appeared right in front of them. How had he gotten so close so quickly?

“Hey Shehnaaz,” Shikhar said, his voice smooth but his eyes scanning her expression, as if trying to discern whom she was searching for. Somewhere deep down, he suspected she was looking for Sidharth Shukla.

Shehnaaz was slightly taken aback by Shikhar’s sudden presence. She hadn’t invited him, so she wondered if perhaps her parents had or if he was somehow connected to the bride’s side. “Hi Shikhar, how are you?” she asked, her confusion evident.

Shikhar responded, but he knew that his words were falling on deaf ears. Shehnaaz seemed distracted, and he felt a pang of insult. His presence was evidently unwelcomed, and her indifference stung. The realization that she wasn’t even paying attention to him only fueled his frustration and possessiveness.

Shehnaaz looked around, but there was no sign of Sidharth. She wasn’t sure if he had left, but he hadn’t mentioned anything to her.

Ankita, noticing Shehnaaz’s concern, playfully teased, “Are tere woh body builder bhai chale gaye kya?”

Anu chuckled at Ankita’s question, while Shehnaaz shot her a cute glare for referring to Sidharth in that way. “Shayad… woh and wale nahi the… he had an important meeting… shayad chale gaye,” Shehnaaz said with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

Her face fell as she listened to her own words. Just then, she looked up and saw Sidharth reentering the area, having slipped his mobile back into his pocket. He had gone outside to take a call from a client, seeking refuge from the noisy environment.

Sidharth noticed the teary look in Shehnaaz’s eyes and wondered what could have caused her distress. She looked away and he felt his heart skip a beat in worry.

Shehnaaz, unable to bear his concerned gaze, looked back at him with a sweet shake of her head, silently conveying that she was okay. Sidharth sighed in relief, reassured by her gesture.

“Bhai, mujhe laga aap chale gaye…” Anu said, approaching her brother with a relieved smile.

Rita chuckled softly, “Aisa ho sakta hai ke Sidharth ye function attend na kare…”

Anu looked puzzled by Rita’s comment, while Sidharth rolled his eyes, finding the conversation amusing but unnecessary.

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As Mayank was passing by, Ankita appeared behind him with a playful challenge. “Dum hai toh sab ke samne pyar ka izhaar kar…”

Mayank turned around with a challenging look in his eyes as the music started.

“Achha,” Ankita said with a cute smile, positioning herself beside him with her palms resting on her waist.

Mayank chuckled, pulling her closer. He twirled her around with a gentle flourish, enjoying the playful moment they shared.

Ankita giggled as she playfully pushed Mayank away. “Toh kyaaa…”

Ranbir, noticing Nisha was in a good mood, decided to stir things up a bit. He rolled his eyes at the couple and started singing,

Nisha, slightly annoyed, slapped his hands away and tried to walk off. But Ranbir held her gently, continuing,

Rolling her eyes, Nisha gave in and began dancing with him, her movements reminiscent of Nitu Singh’s famous style. They danced together with a carefree spirit, their chemistry evident in their playful interaction.

Shikhar watched Shehnaaz from a distance, his gaze fixed as she stood beside Anu, clapping her hands cutely while enjoying the lively performance of her friends. The joy on her face was evident, and it stirred something deep within him.

He began to walk towards her, positioning himself just in front of her, though he tried to make it seem casual.

Shehnaaz was taken aback as Shikhar took her hand in a friendly manner, but his touch made her uncomfortable. She shifted slightly, feeling uneasy under his gaze.

Sidharth’s eyes flared with anger the moment he saw Shikhar’s hand on Shehnaaz’s. He stood up, his intention clear—to give Shikhar a piece of his mind or rather break his hand. However, Shehnaaz, sensing the impending conflict, moved away from Shikhar and subtly blinked at Sidharth. Her silent plea was clear: she didn’t want an unnecessary scene in front of the guests.

Sidharth took a deep breath, his anger simmering as he sat back down, trying to control his emotions for the sake of maintaining peace.

Sidharth’s fury simmered beneath the surface as he glared at Shikhar’s audacity. Shehnaaz, aware of the tension she had caused, decided to shift Sidharth’s focus away from Shikhar. She began to dance, her movements light and enchanting.

Shehnaaz sang as she gracefully moved away from Shikhar, making her way to the center of the room. Her vibrant presence captivated everyone.

Sidharth watched her with a mixture of amusement and admiration, her dance reminiscent of a classic film actress. Her eyes, almost magnetically, remained fixed on him.

Sidharth was charmed by her words and antics, his heart softening despite the earlier tension. Jasbeera ji observed her daughter’s radiant smile and wondered if the person she was singing about was present.

Mayank and Ranbir playfully dragged Baaz to the center of the room, who initially resisted but was eventually drawn in by Leher’s curious eyes.

As Baaz danced in an exaggerated fashion, Leher, feeling embarrassed, squealed when the girls pulled her towards him. Unsure of how to perform in front of so many guests, she glanced at Baaz’s mischievous eyes that seemed to dare her to join in. With a soft chuckle, she sang:

Baaz, amused by her performance, gently held her hands, prompting applause from the guests. Leher blushed deeply as she looked down, her cheeks flushed with shyness.

Sidharth’s eyes remained locked on Shehnaaz, his heart aching with unspoken words. It felt as though she could hear the silent cries of his heart. She was his first and last love.

Inspired by his son’s display of affection, Rajender stepped forward to impressJasbeera ji. Her surprise was palpable, and she giggled, hiding her face in her palms when Rajender embraced her tenderly.

Rita signaled Anu to involve Sidharth in the dance. Sidharth rolled his eyes at the suggestion, initially resisting when Manu tried to pull him in. But when he saw the hopeful eyes of Shehnaaz, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse her.

Tum se milke… 

Shehnaaz surrendered completely to Sidharth, the man who owned her heart, body, and soul. His words were so sincere that she wanted to melt into his embrace.

Sath tere rahenge sada…
Tumse na honge juda…

It was a vow from Sidharth to be with Shehnaaz forever and a promise from Shehnaaz to love Sidharth eternally. They were two souls destined to be together.

As the music and dancing continued, Shikhar’s eyes were fixed on Shehnaaz, his rage growing. He watched her immersed in her world, a world where he had no place.

His anger was fueled by betrayal and unmet expectations. Why had she entered his life only to behave this way? Why had she given him hope if she was only going to shatter it? She had been the dream he held onto, and now she seemed to be drifting away.

Shikhar’s outburst drew everyone’s attention. His eyes burned with a fierce intensity, his words carrying a finality that was unsettling.

His eyes were ablaze with a strange obsession, and as they locked onto Shehnaaz, who was absorbed in her dance with Sidharth, his blood boiled with fury and envy.

Shikhar’s eyes burned with an intense fire, reflecting his seething rage and obsessive determination. His words, charged with finality, cut through the atmosphere with a menacing edge. His gaze, fixated on Shehnaz, was filled with a disturbing blend of fixation and fury. The sight of her engrossed in her dance with Sidharth made his blood boil uncontrollably.

As the sangeet function reached its peak, the lively group dances began. The guests divided into two groups—girls on one side and boys on the other. The energy was infectious, and laughter filled the air. Sidharth, standing with one of his clients and friends, shook his head with a soft chuckle, enjoying the vibrant spectacle.

The men began their performance with enthusiastic energy, singing:

They danced energetically, pointing towards the girls and making playful faces. The girls, rolling their eyes in mock exasperation, reacted with equal gusto. Mayank tried to pull Ankita into the dance, but she cheekily snapped his hands away, causing him to laugh.

The girls danced with exuberance, playfully taunting the boys who responded with mock glares.

Amidst the lively exchanges, Shehnaz’s eyes occasionally flickered towards Sidharth . Despite the festive atmosphere, she felt his gaze on her, and she noticed how he was watching her with a reserved smile.

Shehnaz knew Sidharth was not the type if a man  to join in the dance and revelry of the function. He was a man of distinction, carrying an air of elegance and respect that set him apart from the casual festivities. His presence was dignified and commanding, a stark contrast to the people around him.

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As the night progressed, some guests continued to revel, while others drifted towards the dinner section. The function was winding down, but the close relatives and friends lingered, not realizing how quickly time had passed. It was approaching midnight when the atmosphere was still buzzing with energy and conversations.

Jasbeera ji was meticulously checking through the packed items to ensure nothing had been left behind. Shehnaz descended the stairs, her gaze settling on her mother as she rolled her eyes playfully.

“Mumma, aap kya kar rahi ho?” Shehnaz asked, a hint of exasperation in her voice as she gently pulled her mother towards the sofa, urging her to sit. “Aap yahin baitho. Main juice laati hoon.”

“Bachcha, abhi tak soyi nahi? Chal, jaake soja. Kal din bhar bahut thakan hone wali hai,” Jasbeera ji said with a gentle, maternal concern, genuinely surprised to find Shehnaz still awake.

Shehnaz wrapped her arms around her mother from behind, a comforting gesture meant to ease her worries. “Aur aap kya kar rahi ho? Thodi der aaram karne ki bajay yahan kaam kar rahi ho. Mumma, aapko subah jaldi uthana hai, toh aap bhi jaake so jao.”

Jasbeera ji turned her head slightly to smile at Shehnaz, then placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Mera pyara puttar,” she said warmly, her eyes reflecting the deep bond between mother and daughter.

Shehnaz’s voice quivered as she spoke, her emotions surfacing despite her efforts to stay composed. “Mumma, main kabhi shadi nahi karungi. Kabhi nahi, aapko chhodke nahi jaungi.”

Jasbeera ji’s heart ached hearing her daughter’s heartfelt declaration. She tenderly patted Shehnaz’s cheek. “Aise nahi kehte puttar. Shadi toh sabko karni padti hai na. Aur pata nahi kyu, par mera dil kehta hai ki jo bhi tere saath hai, wo tujhe itna pyar karega ki tu hum sabko bhool jayegi.”

Shehnaz pouted playfully, making a baby face, and then chuckled softly. “Wo aaj aaye the.”

Jasbeera ji’s eyes widened with surprise and joy. “Kyaaa? Tune mujhe milwaya kyun nahi? Milwana toh dur, tune abhi tak mujhe naam tak nahi bataya.”

Jasbeera ji rolled her eyes with a soft chuckle while Shehnaz giggled. “Mumma, aapko unka naam bhi pata hai aur aap inse mil chuki ho,” Shehnaz said playfully, teasing her mother about not knowing something as basic as the name of the person she was talking about.

“Mumma, mumma,” Baaz’s voice cut through their conversation as he descended the stairs, pulling Shehnaz’s attention away from her mother’s playful reproach.

Baaz exchanged a few words with his mother, his tone indicating a mix of urgency and annoyance. Shehnaz seized the opportunity to slip away, darting up the stairs to her room before Baaz could have a chance to address her about her morning antics.

As Shehnaz settled onto her bed, she rolled from one side to the other, her mind restless despite the late hour. It was nearly 1 AM, and sleep eluded her.

Shehnaz mumbled to herself in a half-hearted attempt at comfort, “Shadi bhai ki hai aur dimag tera kharab ho gaya hai. Ek baje hai aur tujhe nind nahi aa rahi. Soja, Sana, soja…warna Gabbar aa jayega.” She giggled at her own joke, the reference to the iconic film character lightening her mood.

Her thoughts then drifted to Sidharth. “Sidharth se baat karoon? Nahi, nahi, woh so rahe honge. Unki nind kharab ho jayegi. Par main unse baat tak nahi kar payi.” She made a baby face, feeling a pang of missing him. “I miss you, Sidharth.”

Just then, her phone started ringing, jolting her from her thoughts. Seeing Sidharth’s name on the screen, Shehnaz’s heart leapt in excitement. She answered the call with a burst of enthusiasm, “Sidharth! Aapko kaise pata ke main aapko miss kar rahi thi? Kya yeh telepathy hai humare beech? Pata hai mujhe kitna bore ho raha tha. Mujhe aap se baat karni thi, par maine socha aap so rahe honge…arre haan, aap bhi tak soye nahi. Hayy rabba, aap kuchh bol kyun nahi rahe?”

Sidharth chuckled softly at Shehnaz’s response, finding her playful side endearing. “Take a breath, baby,” he said with a teasing tone, making Shehnaz roll her eyes but smile cutely.

“Aap mujhe miss kar rahe the?” she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and affection.

Sidharth’s smile widened as he replied, “A lot, mera bachha.” He set the file he had been reviewing on the study table, “Function mein achanak upset kyun ho gayi thi ?”

Shehnaz pulled at a thin string from her duvet, distractedly playing with it as she mumbled, “Mujhe laga aap chale gaye the, isliye. Aap abhi tak kaam kar rahe hai? Jakar so jayiye.”

Sidharth’s heart warmed at her concern. “Bas 10 minute mein khatam ho jayega, jaan,” he reassured her.

Shehnaz pouted her lips playfully. “Aapne suna nahi maine kya kaha… now.”

Chuckling, Sidharth put the file away and walked into the bedroom. He settled on the bed next to her with a satisfied sigh, “Ab khush?”

Shehnaz giggled, her eyes sparkling with affection. “That’s like my Mr. Shukla,” she said, her tone full of love.

Sidharth’s eyes twinkled with that line. It sounded so good—her Sidharth Shukla, just hers. The authority, the possession; he loved being possessed by his angelic mishty. “Say it again,” he demanded.

“You are my Mr. Sidharth Shukla… just mine.”

Sidharth closed his eyes, savoring her melodious voice and sweet claim. But the image of Shikhar holding her flashed in his mind, and he opened his eyes instantly with a frown on his face. “Wo aaj function mein… that guy… what’s his name… something Shikhar… he is the same guy who had met us once, right?”

“Aap isliye pareshan hai na… because he touched my hand…” She said instinctively, making Sidharth surprised. “Tumhe kaise pata?”

“Kyunki aap ki jagah mein hoti… aur kisi ne aapko haath pakda hota… toh main usse shayad jaan se maar deti…” There was extraordinary strength in her voice that made him die for her words.

How she possessed him as if only she had the right to touch him. That was not just a childish statement; it was a feeling, a possession. Sidharth was mesmerized by her possessiveness towards him. He loved it. “Mujhse bardasht nahi ho pa raha tha… jab usne tumhe chhune ki jurrat ki… woh tumhe pareshan to nahi karta na college mein?”

Shehnaz smiled, “Nahi baba… usne intentionally nahi pakda higa haath… he is a friend…”

Sidharth thought maybe he was overreacting. “I need to hug you…”

“Main aapka intezaar karungi…” Saying so, Shehnaz disconnected the call, making Sidharth chuckle as he pulled the duvet over himself and hugged her dupatta to his chest.

Author’s Note

Hey lovely readers,

Thank you for joining me on this journey with Shehnaz and Sidharth. Your support and enthusiasm mean the world to me. As you read through their story, I hope you find yourself immersed in their world, feeling every emotion, and experiencing their love and struggles as vividly as I do.

Your feedback and comments are always welcome—they help me shape the story and make it even more special. Please stay tuned for the next chapters, and feel free to connect with me at contact@writershalakab.com

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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