Chapter 28
Tears blurred her vision, but Shehnaaz couldn’t stop them from flowing. Her mind was in turmoil, her heart aching with the weight of her fears and regrets. She could almost hear his voice, could almost see the look in his eyes when he found out. “Sidharth…” she whispered, her voice breaking as she called out to him in her mind. Her thoughts flashed back to the last message she had sent him, “Mera intezar karna…” The memory of those words now felt like a knife twisting in her heart, adding to the unbearable pain she was already feeling.
Her body ached from the tight ropes that bound her, each movement causing the coarse material to dig painfully into her skin. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the suffocating fear that gripped her. The dust in the air made it hard to breathe, and the lack of fresh air made her feel like she was drowning. Every breath she took was a struggle, each one feeling like it might be her last.
But what terrified her most wasn’t the thought of dying here, in this dark, lonely place. No, it was the fear of losing all the dreams she had cherished so deeply. The dreams she had of a future with Sidharth. She had always imagined growing old with him, getting married, taking care of him, having children together, and living a blissful life filled with love and happiness. But now, all those dreams seemed to be slipping away, lost in the darkness that surrounded her.
“Sidharth… please take me from here… please…” she cried out in her heart, her soul begging for him to come and save her. She fought against the ropes, her wrists burning from the effort, but it was no use. She felt so helpless, so utterly lost. “Aa jao na, Jana… mujhe bohot dar lag raha hai… le jao mujhe yahan se… please, Jana…” Her teary eyes frantically searched the dim room for something, anything, that could help her escape this nightmare.
As she scanned the room, her gaze fell upon something that made her heart stop—her doll. It was lying there, in the corner, just within her line of sight. She froze, her mind struggling to comprehend what she was seeing. It was her doll, the one she had loved so much as a child, the one she had refused to let go of for years. But what was it doing here? How had it ended up in this place?
A cold shiver ran down her spine as the realization hit her like a thunderbolt. Someone had brought it here, someone who knew about her past, about the things she held dear. Fear gripped her heart even tighter, and her mind raced with questions. “Who could have done this? Who knows about this doll? How did they bring me here, tied up like this?”
The room seemed to close in on her, the walls pressing down as the terror of her situation fully sunk in. She was in serious trouble, and the more she thought about it, the more her heart filled with dread. She had no idea what would happen next, but she knew it wasn’t good. Her mind screamed in panic, her heart cried out for Sidharth, but all she could do was wait and hope that somehow, he would come and save her before it was too late.
“Oh my God…” she whispered, her voice trembling as the fear inside her grew stronger, overwhelming her completely.
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Never in their worst nightmares had Rita ji or any member of the Shukla family ever seen Sidharth Shukla in such a state—so furious, so restless, so broken. His body was trembling with an anger that seemed to burn through his veins, each breath he took was ragged with emotion. His eyes, usually so composed, were bloodshot, and every vein around his neck stood out, strained with the force of his rage and fear.
Rita ji, his mother, stayed by his side, her hand gently rubbing his back in an attempt to soothe him, though she knew it was futile. He was far beyond the reach of comfort. His mind was racing, his thoughts scattered, as he bombarded Shehnaaz’s friends with questions about her, trying desperately to piece together what could have happened. Every lead, every small detail, felt like it might be the key to finding her. Meanwhile, the hotel staff and his bodyguards were searching every room, every corner of the hotel, and the surrounding area. No stone was left unturned, but the more time passed, the deeper his dread grew.
For the first time in his life, Sidharth Shukla, the man whose very presence could strike fear into the hearts of others, felt utterly helpless. He clung to his mother’s hand, seeking the comfort he hadn’t needed since he was a child. But today, he felt like that same child, terrified and vulnerable, as the worst possibilities played out in his mind. The thought of never seeing Shehnaaz again was a darkness too overwhelming to bear. It consumed him, filling every corner of his mind with fear and despair.
But then, in the midst of his terror, a fire ignited within him. His heart screamed in defiance, “No one can take her away from me. No one.” The thought of losing her was unbearable, but the idea of someone else trying to harm her ignited a fury unlike anything he had ever known. He would tear the world apart if that’s what it took to find her. He would destroy everything and everyone standing in his way to bring his Shehnaaz back to him.
He kept repeating to himself, like a mantra, that she was fine. “She’s okay,” he whispered under his breath, trying to convince himself that nothing bad could have happened to her. But even as he said it, a dark, intrusive thought pierced through his mind, shaking him to his core. “What if someone tried to hurt her?” The mere thought made his heart feel like it was being torn apart. His strength, his power—all of it felt meaningless, useless in the face of this terror.
All he wanted, all he needed, was to hold Shehnaaz in his arms, to feel her warmth against him, to soothe the pain that was bleeding out from his heart. He couldn’t breathe without her; he couldn’t think without her. His mind, usually so sharp and focused, had shut down, paralyzed by fear and love.
In that moment, Sidharth realized something profound—something that shattered him to the core. He was nothing without her. She was his entire world, his everything. The love he had for her was the very air he breathed, the blood in his veins. He could not, would not, survive without her.
He lived because she lived. He breathed because she breathed. He smiled because she smiled. His very existence was tied to hers. Without her, his world felt like it was unraveling.
Sidharth wiped his tears, the back of his hand moving swiftly across his face. He knew she wouldn’t want to see him like this, broken and crying. She would want him to be strong, to fight for her. But the ache in his heart was unbearable. He missed her—God, he missed her so much. His mind screamed out into the emptiness, “Please, vapas aa jao na mera bachha… I’m sorry, baby…” His voice trembled, his heart heavy with the weight of guilt and longing.
He had never felt this kind of desperation before, and it tore at him, making him feel weak in a way he had never known. But he forced himself to stand tall, to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over again. He needed to be strong, for her, for both of them.
In what seemed like no time at all, the police arrived, responding immediately to the call made directly to the senior authorities by none other than Sidharth Shukla. The hotel’s reception area had descended into chaos, but no one cared about the mess. The only concern was for Shehnaaz, who had seemingly vanished into thin air. Anxiety hung in the air like a thick fog, suffocating everyone who was part of the search. Every guest was held back, no one allowed to leave, as each person was now a potential suspect. The situation was critical, and the tension was palpable.
Commissioner of Police, Mr. Dixit, arrived with his team, quickly taking charge of the situation. He extended his hand to Sidharth, who barely registered the gesture. Sidharth’s mind was elsewhere, consumed by the need to find Shehnaaz. Mr. Dixit, sensing the urgency, spoke in a reassuring tone, “Sir, please don’t worry. The entire team is here, and we’ve already started checking the city. Every possible resource is being mobilized.”
But Sidharth could barely hear him. His voice, raw with emotion, boomed across the room, “I want your team to search every corner and find my fiancée immediately!” His words were not a request, but a command. The desperation in his voice was unmistakable, fueled by the fear that time was slipping away and taking Shehnaaz with it.
Rajender stepped forward with Baaz by his side, his voice trembling with emotion as he spoke, “Mere bade bete Shehbaaz ki shadi hai aaj… Sana yahi thi… sab ke saath… reception chal raha tha… pata nahi achanak…” His voice broke, the words catching in his throat, and Baaz reached out to steady him, offering silent support.
Mr. Dixit, understanding the gravity of the situation, nodded sympathetically before asking, “Can we please have a picture of her?”
Rajender instinctively reached for his mobile, intending to find a photo of Shehnaaz. But before he could, he noticed Sidharth moving with quick determination. Sidharth took out his wallet and carefully pulled out a picture of Shehnaaz, handing it over to Mr. Dixit without a moment’s hesitation.
The gesture was small, but it spoke volumes. Every member of the Shukla and Gill families, along with Shehnaaz’s friends, looked at Sidharth in stunned silence. The idea of a man like Sidharth Shukla, known for his strong, stoic demeanor, carrying a picture of a girl in his wallet seemed almost unbelievable. It was such an old-fashioned thing to do, something that might be considered outdated by many. Yet, the act was filled with a deep, genuine sentiment—an expression of care and love that transcended any modern sensibilities.
Rajender ji found himself unable to speak, his gaze locked on Sidharth as he processed this unexpected display of tenderness. Jasbeera ji, overwhelmed with emotion, wiped away her tears while Rita ji, understanding the depth of her son’s feelings, smiled softly, proud and touched by the love he held for Shehnaaz.
Taking advantage of the moment, Mayank stepped forward to provide more information. “Last woh humare saath thi… par usne kaha ke usse kuchh kaam hai… aur woh guest house mein chali gayi, jo uske liye allocate kiya gaya tha.”
The Commissioner quickly instructed a few of his staff to check the guest house, following the directions given by the hotel staff. Mr. Dixit, still processing the situation, asked aloud, though it was directed at no one in particular, “Usne kisi ko bataya ke woh kyu ja rahi hai…? Room mein jaane ke baad kisi se baat hui uski…? Koi call…?”
Sidharth anxiously scanned the faces around him, hoping someone would speak up, but there was only silence. The weight of the situation bore down on him, and he let out a heavy sigh, breaking the quiet, “Very less possibility… kyunki uske phone ki battery missing hai.” With a steady hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out Shehnaaz’s phone, handing it over to the Commissioner.
Mr. Dixit took the phone, his brow furrowing as he examined it, listening closely as Sidharth continued, “I have ordered for another battery… it will come any moment.” The determination in Sidharth’s voice was clear, but so was the underlying desperation.
Mr. Dixit nodded, understanding the urgency, and moved on to speak with others while Sidharth immediately dialed Adi’s number again, his nerves on edge as he waited for news. He needed that battery, he needed something—anything—to bring them closer to finding Shehnaaz.
Meanwhile, Mr. Dixit approached Ankita, asking if she had noticed any recent conflicts or unusual behavior in college. Ankita shook her head earnestly, her voice soft but firm, “Nahi sir… woh bohot sweet hai… kisi se fight nahi karti… kabhi kisi ka dil nahi dukhati… aur hum humesha saath hi rehte hai.” Her words, though reassuring in one sense, only deepened the mystery. Shehnaaz was kind, considerate, and always surrounded by friends—none of this made sense.
Nisha, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up, her voice tinged with frustration and worry as she addressed Mr. Dixit, “We have searched for her almost everywhere… woh aisi careless nahi hai jo aise bina bole kahi jaye… kuch toh gadbad hai.” Her words trailed off into sobs, and Mayank quickly pulled her into a comforting hug, his own face pale with concern.
Mr. Dixit listened carefully, his mind racing with possibilities, when a male voice interrupted his thoughts. He turned to see Shikhar approaching with a determined look on his face. “One thing can be done,” Shikhar said, his tone carrying a hint of urgency.
Mr. Dixit met his gaze, sensing that this might be important. “what is it?” he asked, his focus sharpening as he waited for Shikhar’s suggestion, hoping it might be the breakthrough they desperately needed.
Shikhar cleared his throat, gathering his thoughts before speaking, “Hum sab itne hain… ke hum sab ek ek karke saare rooms check kar sakte hain. Har ek kona thik se check kar sakte hain… aur aap apni team ke saath bahar ke saare areas, saare signals, aas-paas ke sab jagah check kijiye… isse Shehnaaz jaldi mil jayegi.”
Mr. Dixit nodded thoughtfully, recognizing the logic in Shikhar’s suggestion. “I think you are right… let me check with Mr. Shukla,” he replied, before making his way toward Sidharth.
As Mr. Dixit approached, he noticed the tension still etched across Sidharth’s face. “Mr. Shukla,” he began, his tone firm but respectful, “Sare family members aur hotel staff yaha ka chappa chappa chhan marenge. My staff will have a watch over them. And I’ve already informed the team to cover the area outside for checking.”
Sidharth nodded, his expression a mixture of desperation and resolve. “Do whatever it takes,” he replied, his voice low but filled with urgency. “I want my fiancée in front of my eyes at the earliest… or else I’ll need to speak to Saxena uncle again.”
The mention of Saxena uncle seemed to strike a chord with Mr. Dixit, who instantly nodded in agreement, his own sense of urgency heightened by Sidharth’s thinly veiled threat. He quickly split his teams, instructing them to start their search without wasting another moment.
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In the corner of the room, Jasbeera ji stood quietly, tears streaming down her face as she grappled with the overwhelming emotions of the situation. Rita ji noticed her distress and gently patted her back, trying to offer some comfort. “Jasbeera ji,” Rita ji began softly, “Main jaanti hoon ye sab aise achanak sab ke saamne nahi aana chahiye tha… un dono ki taraf se main maafi maangti hoon.”
Jasbeera ji turned to Rita ji, shaking her head, her voice heavy with emotion. “Aap kaisi baatein kar rahi hain… humein un dono se koi shikayat nahi hai.”
At that moment, Rajender ji walked over, having overheard their conversation. “Beera sahi keh rahi hai, bhabhi,” he said, his voice calm but sincere. “Bachhon ne humse sachai chhupakar thik nahi kiya… par iska matlab ye nahi ke hum is rishte se khush nahi hain. Sidharth jaisa damad paakar toh duniya ka koi bhi baap khush hoga.”
His words carried a deep sense of acceptance and understanding, a father’s acknowledgment of the love and commitment his daughter had found in Sidharth. Rita ji felt a wave of relief wash over her, knowing that despite the unexpectedness of the situation, their bond as families would only grow stronger.
Rita ji managed a small smile as she tried to comfort Jasbeera ji, “Shehnaz ko kuch nahi hoga… Sidharth ke hote hue Shehnaz ko koi afat chhu bhi nahi payegi. Sid par bharosa rakhiye.”
Rajender ji, who had been listening, gave a reassuring nod before being called away by one of the police officers. As he left, Jasbeera ji wiped away her tears, her expression a mixture of fear and hope. “Humein pura bharosa hai Sidharth par,” she said softly, her voice steadying as she spoke.
Rita ji nodded in agreement and gently patted Jasbeera ji’s shoulder, offering her silent support.
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The atmosphere at the hotel had become tense, with every guest room being thoroughly checked by the police. Each person present at the function was being questioned, but no one dared to object or cause a scene. They all knew who Sidharth Shukla was, and the fear of his wrath kept them silent and compliant.
As the minutes dragged on, Sidharth’s anger grew more intense. Each second without Shehnaaz felt like an eternity, and the uncertainty of her whereabouts gnawed at him. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios, and the thought of her being in danger filled him with a mixture of rage and fear. He was a man known for his control, but right now, control was slipping through his fingers, replaced by a raw, primal need to find her.
Sidharth’s fury was palpable as he relentlessly pressured Mr. Dixit, keeping the police commissioner on edge. But despite their efforts, there was still no news of Shehnaaz. The hotel manager, visibly shaken by the police’s questioning, stammered as he explained that the main wires connecting the CCTV cameras had been completely damaged at various points. They were trying to fix it, but the damage was extensive.
When Mr. Dixit relayed this information to both families, Sidharth’s eyes widened in shock. The news hit him like a ton of bricks. Rajender ji, Shehnaaz’s father, paled with fear, realizing the severity of the situation. His daughter was in grave danger, and the thought was almost too much to bear.
Sidharth’s expression darkened, his fury reaching a boiling point. With a voice laced with barely controlled rage, he demanded that the hotel manager contact the hotel owner immediately. The situation was unacceptable, and Sidharth wasn’t about to let this incompetence slide. “This is ridiculous,” he growled, his voice low but deadly serious.
His heart pounded in his chest as the reality of the situation set in. The damaged CCTV wires were no accident; someone had deliberately sabotaged the security system. And that meant whoever had taken Shehnaaz was prepared, methodical. The thought made Sidharth’s blood run cold. He clenched his fists, feeling utterly helpless and yet more determined than ever.
His mind was a chaotic storm of emotions—fear, anger, desperation. He couldn’t lose her. Shehnaaz was everything to him, his world. The mere idea of never seeing her again was unbearable. He could feel his control slipping, his heart racing with panic. But amidst the chaos, one thing was clear: he would stop at nothing to find her, no matter what it took.
As the hotel manager rushed to make the call, Sidharth stood there, seething with anger and fear, his mind already racing through every possible scenario. He had to find Shehnaaz. He had to bring her back, safe and sound. And whoever was behind this, whoever dared to touch his Shehnaaz, would pay dearly.
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All the family members, hotel staff, and Shehnaaz’s friends dispersed to search for her. Shikhar chose one end of the hotel that led to an old storeroom in the basement, which hadn’t been used in years.
Sidharth was on the 9th floor, walking helplessly and calling out Shehnaaz’s name. He received a call from Aadi, who had arrived with a new battery. Sidharth made his way there immediately, his urgency mounting.
Shikhar managed to pry open the old wooden door, coughing as dust billowed into the air. He heard some noise from further inside and followed it, navigating through the dimly lit space. As he approached the source of the sound, he opened another door and was met with a shocking sight: Shehnaaz was tied to a chair, struggling to free herself and trying to scream for help.
Shikhar’s eyes widened in shock, but he quickly dashed towards her. Remembering to lock the door behind him, he moved swiftly to her side. Shehnaaz’s eyes filled with tears, her face pale and streaked with bruises from the tight ropes. She tried to call out through the cloth gagging her and wriggled desperately against the ropes.
“Omg… Shehnaaz, are you alright?” Shikhar asked, his voice trembling with concern and urgency.
“Umm… humhummm…” Shehnaaz tried to speak through the cloth gag, her voice muffled and desperate. Her eyes, pleading and hopeful, met Shikhar’s as he approached her. She felt a surge of relief that someone had come to her aid. But that relief turned to confusion and disappointment as she watched him bend down in front of her and gently wipe away her tears, instead of freeing her from her restraints.
In her desperate state, she tried again to get her message across, “Uhmm… hhumhuhmm…” Her eyes were wide with a mix of gratitude and frustration. She had expected him to immediately untie her, remove the gag from her mouth, and get her out of this horrible situation. But instead, his actions only bewildered her further.
Shikhar noticed the redness and bruising around her wrists and began to loosen the ropes slightly, allowing her some movement. However, his hesitation to fully untie her only added to her anxiety. Shehnaaz was struggling to understand why he wasn’t freeing her completely. Her mind raced with questions: Why wasn’t he untying the ropes? What was he doing?
With a tender smile, Shikhar gently rubbed a finger over her bruised wrist, which made her wince in pain. “Ab dard toh nahi ho raha na?” he asked, trying to soothe her. But his actions were confusing and unsettling. Shehnaaz could feel his touch, but it didn’t bring the comfort she desperately needed.
When Shikhar attempted to touch her shoulder, she flinched away, hissing in discomfort. His expression shifted to one of concern as he looked at her with worry. “Jyada takleef mat karo, warna aur chot lag jayegi,” he advised, but his words only added to her growing sense of fear and confusion.
Her tears began to flow again, and Shikhar, clearly disturbed by her continued distress, wiped them away with a carelessness that made her shiver. He stared at her with an intensity that was almost angry, unable to bear the sight of her tears. The more she cried, the more frustrated he seemed. He wanted her to stop crying, to be calm, but he couldn’t understand why she wasn’t listening to him.
Shehnaaz’s heart sank as she saw the mix of frustration and confusion in Shikhar’s eyes. His strange behavior and inability to fully help her only made her more afraid. She wished for someone to truly understand her plight and get her out of this nightmare, but instead, she was left in a state of helplessness and growing fear.
“Tum ro kyun rahi ho? Stop crying, suna tumne?” Shikhar’s voice, laced with anger, cut through the air, sending a shiver down Shehnaaz’s spine. His harsh tone only deepened her fear, and she glared at him with a mix of confusion and distress.
As she struggled to understand his bizarre behavior, the horrifying realization dawned on her: he was the one who had kidnapped her. Her mind raced with panic and disbelief. How could this be happening? Why would he do such a thing? There had to be some mistake, some misunderstanding. But the fear in her heart was undeniable.
Shikhar’s gaze shifted to the bruise on her forehead—a mark from when he had carried her here unconscious. The sight of her injury filled him with guilt, and his expression softened momentarily. “I am so sorry, Shehnaaz,” he said, his voice tinged with remorse. “Lagi na tumhe? I didn’t mean to hurt you, I promise.” His apology, though sincere, only added to the confusion and dread she felt.
He then began to remove the cloth gag from her mouth. Relief surged through Shehnaaz as she felt the cloth being pulled away. “Raghav, thank God you came,” she pleaded desperately. “Please mujhe bachao, please help me get out of this… Dekho, kisi ne mujhe yahan bandh rakha hai. Please help me!”
But instead of responding to her pleas, Shikhar smiled. The sweetness in her voice was something that could enchant anyone. No wonder Sidharth Shukla had fallen for her, he thought bitterly. The mention of Sidharth’s name stirred up a painful emotion in Shikhar, and his smile took on a more menacing edge. “Tumne aisa kyun mere sath kiya?” he asked, his voice hardening. “Agar main tumhe khol dunga, toh tum fir us Sidharth Shukla ke paas chali jaogi, na?”
Her eyes widened in fear as her suspicions were confirmed. “Iska matlab… tumne mujhe…” Her voice trailed off, her shock rendering her speechless. The reality of her situation hit her like a cold wave, leaving her reeling.
Shikhar, his face downcast and voice tinged with guilt, responded, “Toh tum hi batao… aur kya karta main? Aise tum meri baat hi nahi sunti… I’m sorry, baby…” His remorseful tone was in stark contrast to the madness of his actions, and it only served to deepen Shehnaaz’s terror.
Desperately trying to reason with him, Shehnaaz pleaded, “Shikhar, chhodo mujhe… ye kya bachpana hai… agar Sidharth ko pata chala ke tumne mujhe yun bandh kar rakha tha… toh wo tumhe maaf nahi karenge…”
The mere mention of Sidharth’s name was like a spark to dry tinder. Rage flared in Shikhar’s eyes, his guilt and affection evaporating in an instant. How dare she bring up Sidharth? After everything he was doing for her, she still spoke of that man?
His anger boiled over, and without warning, he roughly stuffed the cloth back into her mouth. Shehnaaz tried to resist, but he was too quick. Panic surged through her as she realized she had missed her chance to scream for help. What had she been thinking? How could she have let this happen?
Shikhar’s grip tightened on her face, his fingers digging into her cheeks as he snarled, “Tumhe kitni baar samjhana padega… ke tumhare muh se kisi aur ka naam mujhe nahi pasand… kitni baar…” His voice was low and menacing, each word dripping with possessive fury.
Shehnaaz nearly screamed in pain as Shikhar’s cruel grip on her jaw tightened, sending a sharp jolt through her. He immediately released her, his expression shifting to one of concern as he saw her discomfort. “Dekha fir se… lag gayi na… tum kyu mujhe gussa dilati ho? Mujhe tumhe hurt karna bilkul achha nahi lagta… ab dhyan me rakhna, thik hai?” His tone was almost pleading, as if he genuinely believed she was responsible for his outburst.
Shehnaaz’s mind raced as she tried to make sense of his erratic behavior. It was clear now that he had lost touch with reality. The Shikhar she knew was gone, replaced by this unhinged version who was holding her captive. Her thoughts quickly turned to Sidharth, and she felt a wave of fear crash over her. Had Shikhar done something to him? And what about the ring? Had he removed it?
Suddenly, Shikhar began to laugh, a chilling sound that made Shehnaaz’s skin crawl. She looked at him, utterly confused, as he spoke, “Pata hai woh Sidharth Shukla kya keh raha tha…”
At the mention of Sidharth’s name, Shehnaaz’s senses sharpened. Her heart pounded in her chest, a cold dread seeping into her veins. Had Shikhar hurt Sidharth? The thought was unbearable. She would rather suffer a thousand times over than have anything happen to him. Her lips trembled as she softly mumbled his name against the cloth gag, “Sidharth…”
Her heart was breaking, each beat echoing her desperate plea for Sidharth’s safety. She could only pray that, wherever he was, he was unharmed. She needed him now more than ever.
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Sidharth was carefully inserting the battery into Shehnaaz’s mobile when a sudden wave of unease washed over him. It was as if he could hear her voice, faint and desperate, calling out to him. His heart skipped a beat, then began to race uncontrollably. He quickly scanned the area around him, his eyes darting from corner to corner, but Shehnaaz was nowhere to be found. Still, the feeling persisted—he knew she had called out for him.
A deep, gut-wrenching sense of helplessness took hold of him. He clenched his fists, trying to push back the panic rising within him. “Damnn…” he muttered under his breath, frustration mingling with fear. He could feel her need, her distress, as if it were a physical presence pulling him toward her. Every fiber of his being screamed that she was in danger, that she needed him now more than ever.
“Ohh Godd…” Sidharth’s mind raced as he struggled to maintain his composure. “Baby, I’m here… I’m coming for you… I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you.” His voice trembled with emotion as he whispered the words, his determination solidifying with each passing second.
“Mera bachha…” he murmured, his voice barely audible, filled with anguish and resolve. “Please hold on… I’m going to bring you back… nothing will happen to you… I swear it…”
With renewed urgency, Sidharth stood up, his eyes burning with resolve. He knew he had to move fast—there was no time to waste. Shehnaaz needed him, and he was going to find her, no matter what it took.
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Hey lovely readers,
This scene captures the profound bond between Sidharth and Shehnaaz, where even distance cannot sever their connection. Sidharth’s acute awareness of Shehnaaz’s distress, despite being unable to see her, emphasizes the depth of his love and concern. His internal struggle and desperate determination to find her show the intensity of his emotions.
The raw and powerful feelings expressed by Sidharth reveal just how much Shehnaaz means to him. As he grapples with the helplessness of not being able to reach her immediately, his resolve to protect her at all costs becomes even stronger.
Thank you for following along with their journey. This moment is a proof to the unbreakable bond between two souls destined to be together, no matter the obstacles.
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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Shikar kamina sala ye hai hi psycho sana isse pyar naahi kaarti jabardasti utha ke le gayaa
Logon ko samjh nahi aata ki ladki ki na ka naam hi hota hai
Aise logon ko jinda sadak pe hala dena chaiye tha ….
Sid usko chorega nahi marega ye kamina
Poor sana
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Waiting for next❤❤
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They are amazing lovers ❤️❤️❤️ and you are wonderful writer 😘😘