Chapter 39

Sidharth’s fingers gently combed through Shehnaaz’s hair, his touch tender, filled with affection. His gaze softened as he spoke, the warmth in his voice clear. “Tell them it was never our intention to hide things from them, but that things just unfolded this way… It was a process for us to build our relationship. Let them know we’re proud of each other as partners, and there’s no need to keep it hidden.”

Shehnaaz nodded with a soft smile, her heart swelling with love for the man beside her. Feeling deeply moved by his words, she leaned in and pressed a delicate kiss on his chest, right where her head had been resting moments ago. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her lips was comforting, grounding her in the warmth of the moment.

That small, innocent kiss seemed to spark something within him. His grip around her waist tightened possessively, his fingers pressing into her side with an intensity that made her let out a soft gasp. She instinctively looked up, her eyes meeting his, only to find his gaze burning with emotion.

“I need to kiss you, love..” he murmured, his voice low and filled with an intensity that took her by surprise. His words hit her heart like a whirlwind, leaving her breathless.

Her pulse quickened as she felt the depth of his words. There was something so passionate and real in the way he spoke, the way he looked at her with such intensity. Shehnaaz could feel a shiver run down her spine, her heart reacting to the undeniable connection they shared. How could she ever deny this man? He was the one person in her life who had the power to make her feel completely seen and loved.

Before she could even process the rush of emotions flooding her heart, she felt his lips on hers, claiming her in a way that sent a surge of warmth through her body.

Everything around them seemed to disappear in that moment.

His kiss was full of passion, filled with a need that went beyond words. It wasn’t the first time their lips had met, but this time felt different—deeper, more intense, as if they were pouring everything they felt for each other into that single, heart-stopping kiss.

Sidharth held her tighter, drawing her closer to him, lifting her slightly so her feet rested on his. She responded instinctively, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. She couldn’t bear the thought of any distance between them, not now. Her entire being was drawn to him, their connection palpable, their love undeniable.

like they were dancing t the tune of nature..

The world around them faded into nothingness, leaving only the two of them, wrapped up in each other. Shehnaaz’s heart raced as she surrendered to the moment, allowing herself to get lost in the warmth of his embrace, the softness of his lips, and the intensity of his love.

The intensity between them was undeniable. There was something raw, something primal in the way their lips met, and the moment felt like an explosion of emotions neither of them could control. Their kiss was deep, powerful, and full of an overwhelming passion that made everything else fade away.

As their lips fused together, Shehnaaz’s senses were completely taken over by the wildness of their shared connection. The heat of the moment surged between them, their hands exploring each other with a fervor that made her heart race. She couldn’t help the soft groan that escaped her when Sidharth pulled her lower lip into his mouth, sucking on it with an intensity that left it tinged with a deeper shade of red. His dominance was surprising, different from the gentler side she was used to, and yet it was driving her mad, stirring feelings she couldn’t ignore.

“baby…” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a thrill through her. His teeth grazed her skin, a mix of pleasure and a touch of pain that made her gasp. The sound seemed to encourage him as his hands roamed over her, his touch searing through the thin cotton of her top. It was as if the fabric didn’t exist between them, the heat of his palms making her shiver.

“Hold on to me,” he urged, his voice thick with desire. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as he claimed her lips again, his teeth teasing her lower lip. She obeyed without a second thought, her fingers gripping his hair tightly, her body responding to his every move.

Her lips felt swollen from the intensity of his kisses, her breath shaky as his tongue soothed the spots where his teeth had nipped. It was the strangest and most thrilling combination of dominance and tenderness, and it left her completely undone. His kiss seemed never-ending, consuming her completely. When his hand slid beneath her top, gripping her waist, the warmth of his touch sent a jolt through her body.

She let out a soft gasp at the feeling, and Sidharth took the opportunity to deepen the kiss further. His tongue explored her mouth with a hunger that left her breathless, as if he was trying to taste every corner of her. She could feel her body trembling in response, her hands pulling him even closer.

“Stay still, baby,” he whispered against her lips, his voice full of heat and intensity. She tried, but the way his fingers teased her at her waist, tickling her skin, made it hard to stay still.

Shehnaaz’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink, her face burning with an intense blush as Sidharth’s frank words sank in. Embarrassed yet drawn to him, her fingers instinctively reached for the collar of his shirt, gripping it tightly as she gasped for air, her breath short and unsteady.

Sidharth reluctantly pulled away from her lips, though every fiber of his being screamed against it. He could sense she was struggling to catch her breath, and his thumb brushed gently across her swollen lips, tracing them tenderly. “Sidharth…” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with emotion. She closed her eyes tightly, completely lost in the warmth of his touch, her heart racing uncontrollably.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded, his voice firm but laced with affection. He pulled her even closer, pressing her tightly against his chest. His strong arms wrapped around her, holding her in place as he gazed at her with an intensity that made her breath hitch. She blinked, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. “I want you to see me when I touch you… samajhi tum?” he groaned, his voice thick with need before he buried his face into the crook of her neck, pressing soft but demanding kisses against her skin.

He needed her to feel everything he was feeling, to be as consumed by the moment as he was. His lips moved over her skin with an urgency that left her shivering in his embrace. She felt the possessiveness in his touch, his need to claim her in a way that was undeniable. Every kiss was aggressive, but behind it was a deep longing, a need to connect with her on a level that words couldn’t express.

She winced slightly as his teeth grazed her neck, knowing without a doubt that he had left marks on her skin. But she didn’t stop him, didn’t even think to ask him to slow down. She was his, and in this moment, there was no place she’d rather be. Shehnaaz could feel the desperation in his hold, the way his hands roamed restlessly over her, seeking more of her, wanting all of her.

His breath was hot against her shoulder as he groaned, his lips pressing hard against her skin before biting down gently. She could sense that he wanted her to respond, to match his passion with her own. Embarrassed but determined, she blushed and tried to mimic his movements, her fingers sliding over his back as she pressed closer to him.

Sidharth, feeling her response, turned them both gently, resting against the nearby wall for support. The weight of his emotions seemed to crash over him. He had never realized just how much he had been longing for this moment, how desperate he was to feel her touch, to be close to her. It was as if every ounce of his desire had been building up, and now, with her in his arms, it all came pouring out.

He lost himself in her warmth, the softness of her skin under his hands. Every touch sent a wave of electricity through him, a craving to be closer to her, to feel more of her. He wanted to explore every part of her, to be so close that nothing could ever come between them. Sidharth’s heart raced as he realized just how deeply he wanted to claim everything about her, to make her his in every possible way.

And yet, more than anything, he wanted her to know that she owned him completely, in a way no one else ever had. The thought of being hers—body, heart, and soul—made his grip on her tighten even more as if he could somehow make them one.

Shehnaaz gently cupped Sidharth’s face in her soft hands, leaning in to kiss him with a sudden wildness that took him by surprise. For a moment, the dominating and possessive man he was fought to maintain his composure. He craved control in every situation, yet he allowed her to lead this moment, holding himself back from seizing her lips with the same intensity he was feeling.

His self-restraint was a testament to how deeply he cared for her, and Shehnaaz could sense it. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she kissed him, noticing how his eyes were closed but his expression betrayed the satisfaction he felt. A sweet warmth filled her heart as she realized she could make him feel this way—this man, usually so in control, was letting her take charge. It gave her a sense of joy and pride that she could stir these emotions in him, that her love could tame his fierce demeanor, if only for a moment.

Her nails dug softly into the back of his neck as her kisses deepened. And then, in a playful act, she bit his lower lip hard, her teeth sinking in until she tasted the faint metallic tang of blood.

Sidharth’s eyes flew open, a sharp wince crossing his face for just a second. But what followed was a mischievous look that made her heart skip a beat, as if he was silently saying, see what you’ve done, jaan.

Shehnaaz bit her tongue innocently, her expression turning playful as she made a baby face, trying to show mock remorse. The sight of her acting so sweet and naive made his throat dry with desire, and he fought the urge to lose control completely. His voice lowered, almost a whisper, as he leaned into her ear, “my baby girl…” The words sent shivers down her spine, but before she could react, he placed a soft kiss just below her ear, a kiss that made her entire body tremble with the intensity of her emotions.

Sidharth chuckled as he pulled back to see her face, now a deep shade of red, a mixture of blush and embarrassment. She was flustered, her usual confidence slipping as she dipped her head into his chest, hiding her face against him. “Offoo… mujhe niche utariyena…” she mumbled, her voice muffled against his chest as she tried to escape the moment, her heart racing.

Sidharth’s grip around her waist tightened even more, and without a word, he shook his head in refusal. Shehnaaz, trying to coax him, made a cute baby face, her big eyes pleading with him, but he remained firm, shaking his head again with a playful smirk.

“Ab kya, mujhe aise hi utha ke rakheng⁷e aap?” she asked, rolling her eyes in mock frustration. Her playful tone mixed with her adorable expressions made Sidharth chuckle softly. She was always a sight to behold when she got like this, and he couldn’t resist teasing her.

“Absolutely,” he replied, his eyes gleaming with mischief. The way he said it, so confident and unbothered, made her cheeks warm up in a blush.

As the moment stretched, her gaze slowly dropped to his lips. They lingered there as she noticed the slight redness and the trace of blood where she had playfully bitten him earlier. Watching him subconsciously suck on his lower lip stirred something deep within her. It was so intimate, the way his lips looked in that moment. A thought crossed her mind, an intense feeling that she couldn’t quite put into words—she wanted to do that again, to taste him, to claim him in her own way. The thought was overwhelming, and she quickly lowered her eyes, embarrassed at where her mind had wandered.

Sidharth noticed her gaze, how it fixated on his lips, and his own desire flared up instantly. His eyes darkened with longing, and he could sense her hesitation. “Don’t do that,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with restraint. If only she knew how hard it was for him to control himself around her, to hold back when every part of him wanted to pull her closer and never let go.

“Offoo..” she mumbled, her eyes closing in a mix of embarrassment and concern as she tried to shift the focus. “Achha, aap mujhe uatariye… mein kuch laga deti hun.” Her words were soft, and she was clearly referring to the small wound on his lip that still bore the mark of her bite.

Sidharth’s eyes never left her face. The way she bit her own lower lip as she spoke, a habit she had whenever she felt too conscious or unsure, made his insides twist in longing. His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he said, “You are only mine, Naaz…” There was a possessive tenderness in his tone, a mix of affection and the desperate need to claim her completely.

Shehnaaz’s heart raced at his words, her breath catching in her throat. But just as the intensity of the moment began to swell between them, her eyes widened in panic, and she suddenly exclaimed, “Mumma!”

Sidharth’s expression shifted from playful to horrified the moment he uttered “Maa…” The reality of how close they had been hit him like a bolt, and he instantly loosened his hold on Shehnaaz. The thought of the awkwardness that could arise from being caught in such an intimate moment by his mother made him freeze.

Seizing the opportunity, Shehnaaz slipped out of his grip and darted inside, her laughter echoing through the room. She had fooled him.

Realizing what just happened, Sidharth’s eyes narrowed with mock anger. His gaze fixed on her retreating figure, and he followed her with a determined, almost threatening look. “Too bad… come here,” he demanded, taking a few quick steps toward her. But Shehnaaz was playful, darting from one spot to another, giggling like a child who had just won a game.

His eyes, dark with intensity, locked onto her, making her heart race. The way he looked at her was enough to send a shiver down her spine, but she shook her head defiantly, retreating until her back hit the wall. There was nowhere left to run.

In an instant, Sidharth was right in front of her, trapping her between himself and the wall. Shehnaaz’s breath hitched as she looked into his intense eyes, feeling both nervous and exhilarated. His closeness sent a surge of emotions through her, and before she could gather her thoughts, Sidharth leaned in, his face close to her neck.

His touch was gentle but firm, as his lips brushed against her skin, sending warmth radiating through her. She felt herself relax into him, her earlier resistance fading as the moment overwhelmed her.

“Sidharth…” she whispered softly, her voice barely audible, but filled with emotion. He didn’t respond with words, only continuing to hold her close, as if he didn’t want to let go. His tenderness and protectiveness spoke volumes, showing just how deeply he cared for her.

Sidharth’s hands held Shehnaaz firmly against the wall, not letting her hug him, his lips and teeth exploring her skin with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Each time she winced from his touch, he immediately soothed the spot with his tongue, his possessiveness clear in every action. He loved marking her, a silent but passionate claim. Shehnaaz, despite herself, never quite learned how to stop him in these moments.

However, the wide-open door caught her attention, and she became acutely aware of their surroundings. She could never bear the idea of someone intruding on their private moment.

“Sidharth, the door is open,” Shehnaaz whispered softly, hoping to bring him back to reality. But all she got in return was a husky, absent-minded “hmm” as he continued with his focus on her.

Desperate to reach him, she spoke the words that were closest to her heart, “I love you.”

That did the trick. Her words pierced through his haze, and she could feel the shift in his mood. His possessiveness and wildness gradually calmed. Sidharth pressed one final kiss to the middle of her throat, drawing a soft moan from her before gently stepping back. His grip on her hands, which had been pinning her to the wall, loosened. His breathing was heavy, and his eyes had a fiery intensity, but he managed to regain control.

He rested his forehead gently against her hair, both of them wrapped in the warmth of their embrace as they steadied themselves. A few moments passed, and when Sidharth finally looked into her eyes, he saw the smile playing on her lips, and he couldn’t help but smile back. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and whispered, “Mera bachha…”

Just as they shared that peaceful, intimate moment, Jasbeera ji walked in, her eyes wide with embarrassment as she caught them in a clearly private situation.

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Shehnaaz was lost in the tender moment she was sharing with Sidharth, her emotions raw and intense, when a sudden shock jolted her back to reality. Her eyes darted towards the door, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw her mother, Jasbeera ji, standing there.

“Mumma…” Shehnaaz’s voice barely rose above a whisper, a mix of horror and disbelief painted across her face. She was caught between a nightmare and a surreal dream, struggling to process the sight before her.

Sidharth, oblivious to the sudden tension, tightened his grip around her waist. His lips curled into a mischievous smirk as he looked at her, clearly enjoying the situation. “That’s not gonna work again, jaan,” he teased, his voice laced with playful arrogance.

Jasbeera ji remained frozen at the doorway, unable to move or speak, her eyes wide with shock and confusion.

Shehnaaz’s gaze flickered between Sidharth and her mother, her eyes pleading for him to release her. “Offoo… chhodiye… mumma samne hai sachhii…” she said in a hurried whisper, her voice trembling with embarrassment and urgency.

Sidharth’s eyes rolled in mock annoyance, but the glint of mischief never left his face. “If you wanna pull that stunt again, baby… you better be ready for a heavier price,” he warned, his tone both teasing and challenging.

Shehnaaz wriggled uncomfortably in his embrace, trying to fake a cheerful smile for her mother. Each movement only aggravating Sidharth, who responded by holding her tighter.

Jasbeera ji seemed trapped in a paralyzing awkwardness, unable to escape or turn away from the scene unfolding before her.

“Sidharth, kya kar rahe hain aap… chhodiyena… mumma dekh rahi hai…” Shehnaaz’s voice was filled with panic as she tried to pry his hands off her waist, her eyes darting desperately from her mother to Sidharth.

Sidharth’s eyes, now tinged with challenge, narrowed slightly. He leaned in and took a sharp bite at her earlobe, his playful gesture meant to tease her further. Shehnaaz’s eyes widened in shock and distress as she saw her mother turn around, attempting to shield herself from the embarrassing spectacle.

“Achha… kahan hai maa… me bhi toh dekhu…” Sidharth said, attempting to feign innocence as he turned towards the door. But as he looked back at Shehnaaz, his words caught in his throat. His eyes widened in horror as he realized Jasbeera ji was actually standing there.

The realization struck him like a jolt, causing his hold around Shehnaaz to loosen immediately. Both of them straightened up, their expressions turning guilty and mortified. They avoided meeting each other’s eyes, not daring to look at Jasbeera ji.

“Woh… woh me… mumma…” Shehnaaz fumbled, her voice stumbling over the words as she tried to salvage some dignity. She attempted to put on a cute face, though it did little to mask her embarrassment. Meanwhile, Sidharth avoided looking at anyone, his gaze darting around the room in avoidance.

Jasbeera ji, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, mumbled softly, “Me tum dono ka niche wait karti hun…” Before either of them could react further, she dashed out of the room, eager to escape the awkwardness of the moment.

As soon as Jasbeera ji left, Shehnaaz’s frustration erupted. She delivered a punch to Sidharth’s arm with all her might, her anger and embarrassment channeled into the action. Though her punch hardly affected him, it was enough to get his attention. Sidharth, concerned, reached out to hold her hurting hand, but she snapped it away angrily.

“Jaan, mene kya kiya?” Sidharth’s voice was filled with genuine chuckle, his eyes searching hers for an explanation.

Shehnaaz slapped Sidharth’s arm again, her frustration still evident. She playfully mocked his words, “Jaan, mene kya kiya…??” Her pouty face was both adorable and infuriating, causing Sidharth to chuckle at her expression.

He responded with a mock baby face, “Mujhe laga tum mujhe fir se bewkoof bana rahi ho…”

Shehnaaz rolled her eyes in an exaggeratedly cute manner, her frustration mingling with her embarrassment. “Aap bhi na… Ab main mumma se kaise samna karungi… Mujhe kitni sharam aayegi… Hayy rabba, ye toh siyappa ho gaya…” she said, her voice tinged with despair as she scratched her head in a way that resembled a confused child.

Sidharth was tempted to pull her cheeks, finding her frown irresistibly cute, but he forced himself to stay focused on the situation at hand. “Ab batao ke hum kya karein?” he asked, trying to figure out a solution.

Shehnaaz, still maintaining her baby face, replied, “Ye toh mujhe bhi nahi pata…”

The two of them exchanged glances, both wearing comically distressed expressions. In unison, they mumbled, “MAA,” their voices filled with a mix of guilt and resignation. With shared determination to face the awkward situation, they made their way downstairs together.

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