Chapter 51

Sidharth couldn’t stop smiling the moment he heard her softly call this place *heaven*. That one word, said in her gentle voice, wrapped around his heart like magic. Overwhelmed by the way she felt, he pulled her close — close enough to feel the rhythm of her breath against his skin. His hand held her tightly as he leaned in, placing a tender kiss on her lips. Between their shared breath, he whispered, his voice low and full of affection, “For our honeymoon…”

That single sentence hit her like a bolt of electricity. Her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes widened with a mixture of shock and surprise. The color rushed to her cheeks instantly, turning them a deep, glowing red. Embarrassed and completely flustered, she buried her face in his chest, trying to hide. Her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, like she was trying to disappear into him.

At that moment, all she wanted was to vanish in his warmth — his chest felt like the safest place in the world. She couldn’t form words, her mind spinning with emotions too big to say aloud.

Sidharth felt the flutter of her breath, the way her heartbeat drummed rapidly against him. He held her securely, his arms strong and steady. There was no need for her to say a single word. Her body — trembling, clinging, overwhelmed — told him everything he needed to know. Her racing heartbeat spoke louder than any words.

He gently kissed her forehead, lingering there before whispering again, “I got this place for us… just the two of us. We’ll spend our honeymoon here. It’ll be our own little world.”

Hearing his words, her arms instinctively tightened around him. Her lips trembled, unable to speak, and her cheeks were flushed deeper now. She felt like she was about to explode with everything she wanted to say — how deeply moved she was, how loved she felt, how much she adored him. She wanted to scream it all — that he didn’t need to go to such lengths for her, that she was already his in every way possible — mind, body, soul. That he had already taken over her entire being.

But all those emotions stayed locked inside her heart. Her lips remained sealed, too stunned to speak. All she could do was close her eyes and sink into the beautiful reality he had created for them. *Their* house. *Their* home. *Their* little heaven.

Sidharth, as if reading her every unspoken emotion, cupped her face in his large, warm palms. His voice was full of care, “Mera bachhaa… open your eyes.” His eyes searched hers lovingly, waiting for her to meet his gaze.

Shehnaaz took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside her chest. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked at him. The moment their eyes met, Sidharth saw everything — love, joy, a touch of disbelief, and tears threatening to spill over.

“Aree… kya hua? You didn’t like it?” he asked quickly, noticing the tears. His smile faded for a second as his fingers brushed the tears away from her cheeks, fearing that she might not be happy.

But Shehnaaz shook her head with a soft, heartfelt smile and rested her head once again on his chest, speaking gently, “Aisa ho sakta hai kya? Ke aap mere liye kuch kare aur mujhe achha na lage? I liked it a lot… it’s so overwhelming and heart touching…”

Sidharth’s heart swelled when he felt her melt into him again, and his arms wrapped around her even more tightly. His hand gently rubbed her back, trying to calm her overwhelmed heart.

Shehnaaz continued, her voice emotional and firm, “Main kabhi bardasht nahi kar pati ke jahan par humne apne karibi pal bitaye ho… wahan koi aur kabhi bhi aaye… This place will be just ours. Main bardasht nahi karungi agar is jagah ko kisi ne chhua bhi toh…”

Hearing the fierce emotion in her voice, Sidharth lifted her chin so their eyes met again. His gaze was deep and sincere. “This place and me… all of me belongs to you exclusively.” He then took her hand gently in his and placed the keys to the villa in her palm, his voice steady and full of meaning, “its only yours, jaan.”

Shehnaaz stared at the keys for a moment, then slowly moved forward and tucked her face into the crook of his neck, finding comfort there. He lowered his head slightly, allowing her to settle perfectly against him as she whispered, “Yeh humari chhoti si jannat hai… yeh bas humare lamhon ko raazdar hoga… bas aap aur main…”

Sidharth’s eyes softened as he held her close. She truly was his soulmate. The possessiveness he felt for her, the need to protect their sacred moments — she mirrored it perfectly. That’s exactly why he hadn’t chosen a grand hotel or a fancy resort. He wanted something personal… something untouchable. A place no one else would ever see or feel. A space that would witness their love, their union, their most intimate moments.

He was lost in these thoughts when suddenly — he felt her lips capture his.

His thoughts scattered instantly. A low groan escaped his lips as his hands instinctively gripped her waist tightly, pulling her hard against his chest. The kiss deepened with urgency, with a love that refused to be contained. He kissed her back passionately, hungrily, letting go of everything else in that moment.

Shehnaaz, who was blushing just a moment ago, was now the one who had taken over — kissing him fiercely, claiming him with her lips. She was wild. And she made him wild too.

They didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing them — this was their sanctuary. Not just the house, but the entire land. Sidharth had bought everything, the whole area stretching across acres of untouched nature, far from the noise of the city.

As the night air cooled and the stars sparkled above, Sidharth led her to the main entrance. Lights glowed softly, casting a warm, golden hue across the place. She opened the door slowly, eyes wide with wonder.

“Welcome home, love,” Sidharth whispered behind her.

Shehnaaz stepped inside, her mouth falling open in awe. It wasn’t luxurious or filled with expensive decor. Instead, it was cozy, full of wooden textures and handcrafted charm. Every corner, every piece of furniture carried warmth — a comforting sense of belonging, as if she had lived there her whole life.

Suddenly, Sidharth’s voice pulled her from the trance, low and commanding. “Hug me.”

He tugged her by the waist, his grip tight and desperate. She wrapped her arms around his neck willingly, her fingers digging into his skin. A deep, needy growl left his throat before he crushed his lips onto hers again.

Their kiss was messy, raw, full of want. There was no patience, only need.

Shehnaaz moaned softly, then bit his lower lip with intensity. His hands slid under her kurti, rough fingers grazing her bare skin, drawing sharp pleasure from her. Her breath hitched again, “Sidharth…” she whispered, her body shivering under his touch.

He couldn’t get enough of her. Her lips, her taste — it was like sweet caramel that drove him insane. He hated stopping, especially with her. Her soft skin against his calloused hands felt like everything he had ever needed.

Shehnaaz clung onto him, always unable to say no. He lifted her off the ground, her feet resting gently over his, her arms still wrapped tightly around his neck.

“Shehnaaz… jaan…” he groaned, breathing against her lips, every nerve in his body alive with desire. “Baby, please stop me….”

But Shehnaaz shook her head, eyes dark with want, and kissed him again — harder.

Sidharth let out a frustrated growl. He didn’t want to stop. And he knew she wouldn’t. But he *had* to. If he didn’t stop now… he wouldn’t be able to stop at all.

One last time, he kissed her hard — with all the love and madness in his heart — then pulled away with immense effort.

Shehnaaz stood there, chest heaving. Her annoyed expression made him chuckle.

Shaking his head softly, he cupped her delicate face in his broad palms, planting a playful peck on her nose. Shehnaaz gave him a mock glare for ruining her kiss, her pout only making him smile wider. Her small face fit perfectly in his hands—like it was made to be held by him. His fingers lightly brushed against her rosy cheeks, sending a shiver down her spine.

Without letting go, he wrapped his protective arms around her from behind, resting his chin gently on her shoulder. “This is where we’ll sit, jaan…” he whispered dreamily, “…just you and me. Facing each other, talking absolute nonsense, cuddling for hours…”

Shehnaaz’s face lit up with a dreamy smile as she looked at the cozy couch, already imagining those moments. Turning her face towards him, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. That kiss told Sidharth everything—her heart had accepted this place as theirs.

He entwined his fingers with hers and led her toward the bedroom on the ground floor. Shehnaaz followed, their steps in rhythm as though they were already settling into their forever. The bedroom opened up to a balcony that faced the lush, endless greenery—a serene escape from the world.

“This is where we’ll cuddle under soft blankets,” Sidharth murmured, his eyes scanning the warm, inviting bed. “Whenever we want peace, whenever we just want to hold each other close… this will be our haven.”

Shehnaaz rested her head against his chest, her eyes soaking in the soothing energy of the room. She didn’t speak—she didn’t have to. The love in her eyes, the contented smile on her face, said far more than words ever could. Sidharth watched her silently, understanding everything she felt without her needing to explain.

Next, he led her to an open balcony. The sight took her breath away. The river shimmered under the fading light, a gentle stream flowing peacefully as the cool breeze kissed her skin. She instinctively snuggled closer into his arms.

Sidharth held her tightly, planting a tender kiss on her neck. “Jaan… this is where we’ll stand together, hold each other close and admire nature’s beauty. And when the cold wind tries to steal you away, you’ll seek warmth in me…”

Shehnaaz looked up at him, her cheeks flushed as her eyes locked on his peaceful face. He looked so content, so hers—that she could have stared at him for a lifetime.

As they stepped into the kitchen, Sidharth surprised her by lifting her effortlessly by the waist and settling her gently on the counter. He positioned himself between her legs, eyes dark with affection. “Jaan…” he whispered in that husky tone that always made her heart flutter. “When you’ll be cooking here, I’ll sneak up from behind, hug you tight, bite your shoulder… let your hair loose from that clip, and bury my face in it…”

Shehnaaz laughed and kissed his nose, “And I’ll scold you for distracting me. Or worse—leave you hungry!”

Sidharth chuckled, his teeth lightly nibbling her nose, making her squeal, “And I’ll say—*you* need food more than me, honey. You need stamina, so better cook well instead of drooling over your hot husband!”

Shehnaaz gasped, forming an O with her lips as she smacked his chest. Then she hid her blushing face in the crook of his neck. Sidharth laughed softly, wrapping her completely in his arms, his heart bursting with joy.

They walked hand in hand through the beautifully adorned garden on the ground floor. Sidharth then took her to a quaint little cottage he had specially built for her in an old-fashioned style—a place that echoed the charm of the past.

Shehnaaz’s eyes sparkled with delight. “does this mean I’ll have to act like one of those olden-time wives here?”

Sidharth shook his head and rubbed his nose against hers playfully. “Of course not, baby. In this little world, I’ll be the one obeying you. You just have to love me, that’s your job.”

“Jana… aap bhi na… how can I let you work while I sit like a queen?” she replied sincerely, her voice laced with care.

Amused, Sidharth slid his fingers through her hair and gently tugged her closer, pecking her soft lips. “For my jaan, I’ll do anything.”

“Hayy rabba… you’ll look so cute cooking,” she giggled, imagining him in the kitchen apron, making him laugh out loud too.

Wrapped securely in his embrace again, Sidharth took her upstairs to the main bedroom. He gently set her down, but didn’t let go. Holding her tightly against him, his lips grazed her neck, his eyes studying her reactions.

Shehnaaz was awestruck. The bedroom was stunning—the warm wooden décor, the oval-shaped king-sized bed draped in romantic curtains, everything perfectly tailored to her taste. Her heart swelled with emotions.

“Jaan…” she began, but her voice cracked. She was overwhelmed. No one had ever understood her so deeply—every detail, every preference of hers reflected in this space.

Sidharth noticed the way her toes curled softly in delight. He leaned in, his nose nuzzling her blushing cheeks. His thumb reached down to release her lower lip from the gentle bite of her teeth. “This… this is the place where I’ll uncover every part of you, every secret, every hidden corner of your soul…”

Shehnaaz trembled at the raw intimacy in his voice. Before she could speak, he took a teasing bite of her earlobe, making her gasp.

“There won’t be anything between us that we won’t share. I’ll know every inch of you—and you, of me.”

Sidharth crushed her into his embrace, his open-mouthed kisses searing against her skin where her neck met her shoulder. “I’ll hold you so tightly, you’ll feel our hearts beating as one. I’ll kiss you, jaan… I’ll taste your skin until it turns pink… just like now.”

“Please…” she moaned breathlessly, overwhelmed by the intensity. Her legs gave way as she melted into him completely. She couldn’t form words anymore—he always made her forget the world.

Sidharth loved seeing her like this—completely his. He wrapped his arms tighter around her, shielding her from everything.

His blushing baby girl was his entire world—and if the world dared to look at what belonged to him, he’d hide her in his arms forever.

Sidharth pulled her into a tight embrace, one so fierce and possessive it felt like he was trying to protect her from the entire world. His lips began tracing a slow, deliberate path along the curve where her neck met her shoulder, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. Each kiss was open-mouthed, lingering, as if he wanted to leave a mark not just on her skin, but on her soul.

Her hands clutched his shirt tightly, her knuckles white. Her cheeks were already glowing a deep shade of pink, her heart racing wildly as her body surrendered to his nearness.

Sidharth chuckled softly against her skin, then kissed the corner of her lips, his voice gentle. “I love you even more when you blush like this.”

Shehnaaz couldn’t find words to reply. Her body melted into his, her soul aching with a desire so powerful it both frightened and thrilled her. He had a way of disarming her completely, stripping her down to her truest self with nothing but his touch and his words. And in that moment, she didn’t want to think, she didn’t want to understand—she just wanted *him*. Only him.

His arms tightened around her, strong and secure, as if trying to shield her from every sorrow she’d ever known. In that embrace, she felt completely safe. Loved. Cherished. The chaos of the world melted away, and all that remained was them—just the two of them in their own little universe.

Resting her head on his chest, she closed her eyes, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calm her. A soft smile appeared on her lips. This was peace. This was home.

This wasn’t just love. It was something deeper. Something sacred.

Sometimes, we don’t realize how incomplete we are until the one who completes us comes into our life. Shehnaaz knew this now, because he had become her missing piece.

After a few minutes, her voice broke the silence. Soft and trembling, she whispered against his chest, “Is sapne ko jeena chahti hoon main… ab nahi rehna mujhe aapke bina…”

Her words hit him like a wave. He looked down, his heart tightening as he saw her teary eyes staring up at him.

“Dar lagta hai,” she confessed, her voice cracking. “Itna pyaar diya hai aapne mujhe… us har pal ko jeena chahti hoon… bas dar lagta hai kahin zindagi dhokha na de jaaye…”

Sidharth stilled. His jaw clenched as her fear pierced straight through him. In the next moment, he cupped her face with both hands, not roughly, but firmly—his eyes dark and filled with a mix of pain and protectiveness.

“Where the hell is this coming from?” he said, his voice low and intense. “Main kuch galat hone nahi dunga… koi bhi nahi tod sakta humari duniya!”

Shehnaaz blinked away her tears and gave him a tiny smile. Her hand came up to kiss the corner of his thumb, which was resting near her lips.

“Mujhe pata hai… main jaanti hoon aapko,” she whispered with quiet confidence.

His eyes softened. Leaning in, he pressed a long, heartfelt kiss on her forehead, then pulled her close again, hugging her tightly against his chest.

“Mera bacha…” he murmured into her hair, the nickname slipping out like a prayer.

Wanting to lift her mood, he suddenly swept her up in his arms, carrying her towards the attached bathroom. She squealed in surprise, her arms wrapping around his neck, her face turning red as she realized what he was planning.

Inside the sleek and elegantly designed shower room, he hugged her from behind, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

“Just so you remember, Mrs. Would-Be…” he whispered, his voice playful and warm, “I’m never letting you bathe alone again. Ever.”

She elbowed him lightly in the stomach and escaped from his hold with a laugh, running back into the bedroom, but not before shooting him a teasing glare. He followed her, eyes shining with amusement and love.

Back in the room, he caught her mid-run and gently lifted her again, placing her on his lap as he sat down on the bed. His arms curled around her like a protective shield.

“So, madam,” he asked, brushing her hair back from her face, “how did you like your home?”

Her heart skipped a beat at the question. She leaned her face against his shoulder, her fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt to calm her nerves.

He noticed her hesitation and smiled. Leaning back against the pillows, he kept her close, his eyes fixed on her expressions.

She slowly moved, resting her chin on his chest, their faces inches apart.

“Mujhe mera ghar bahut pasand aaya… bilkul mere sapno jaisa,” she said, her voice dreamy.

Raising an eyebrow, he teased, “Sapno jaisa? Honeymoon ke bhi sapne aane lage hain kya meri jaan?”

She blushed furiously and buried her face into his chest, mumbling, “Offo, honeymoon ka nahi… ghar ka sapna tha.”

Chuckling, he rolled her beneath him, hovering just above her, careful and tender.

“Achha, batao… ghar mein sabse zyada kya pasand aaya?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, their noses brushing as she looked into his eyes.

“Humare ghar ka dil.”

He paused, confused for a second. “Ghar ka dil?”

She nodded, pulling him even closer.

“Haan… ye sirf ghar nahi hai… ye humari duniya hai. Our togetherness will live here forever. Every smile, every silence, every heartbeat—this place will hold it all.”

Her eyes swept over the room, soft and glowing.

“This home is our heart. It’ll carry our days, our nights, our laughter, our pain… our love. Each corner will echo our memories. our heart will remind us of each moment we will spend here together.. this place will never let us forget any memory.. chahe wo subah ki ek sath wali coffee ho.. ya raat wala romantic dinner.. shaam ki ek dusre ki bahon me huyi hasi ho.. yaa raat ke sabse khubsurat lamhe ki baate ho..

She paused when he bent down to suggest his face into the crook of her neck. Cocooning her man in her delicate embrace, she spoke, “ye ghar humare har yaad ko apne andar safe or secure rakhega.. aur etni sari chize toh ek dil hi kar sakta hai.. toh is ghar me bhi dil hai.. hum dono ka ek sath juda huva dil.. and that’s the most special part..”

Sidharth’s breath hitched. Her words—so innocent, so deep—wrapped around his soul like silk. He stared at her, his eyes moist, then kissed her slowly, lovingly, until everything else faded away.

her each word.. her each feeling.. everything about her makes him fall in love with her more and all the more if that could be possible.. how can someone be so pure.. so seren.. so innocent.. so beautiful.. so heavenly.. yes.. someone can be and that someone can only be his mishty and never anyone else..

God.. he was so immensely in love with this purest creation of god.. he just love her love.. he love her heart which is pure and warm..

Her words rose new waves of feelings in his heart.. and he couldn’t stop himself from kissing her again and again….

She kissed him back, pouring every ounce of love into that moment. Her hands wove into his hair, her body arching into his as passion ignited between them again.

He groaned softly, his hands exploring the curves of her waist beneath her top, pulling her impossibly closer. She gasped against his lips, her moan sending shivers down his spine.

“Shit, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

They lost track of time—one kiss melting into the next, their bodies tangled in warmth, comfort, and a hunger only love could satisfy.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, he touched her forehead with his lips and whispered, “Yeh humara ghar hai, na? Sirf humara.”

She nodded, tightening her arms around him, her voice steady and full of emotion. “Sirf humara… just ours, jaan.”

“I love you so much,” he whispered again, placing a slow kiss at the sensitive spot on her neck, then teasing her with a gentle bite that made her shiver.

“I love you more and more and more..” she whispered back, eyes closed, savoring his every touch.

As his fingers slowly unbuttoned her collar, his gaze dropped, then paused. He noticed the tiny heart-shaped mole just above her chest and smiled. Lowering his head, he kissed it gently.

“Us din car mein… I discovered something beautiful about you,” he murmured against her skin.

Shehnaaz blushed deeper, her heart racing wildly. And in that moment, wrapped in each other, they didn’t need promises or words. Just each other. Just love.

Not blinking even once, Sidharth murmured with his warm breath brushing against her skin, “This heart-shaped mark… it’s resting right over your heart.”

All Shehnaaz could respond with was a soft, “Hmm,” completely lost in the moment… in him.

His index finger traced the shape of the mark delicately, as though he was actually touching her heart. She flinched slightly, the sensation tickling her.

Sidharth noticed her reaction and then deliberately started drawing slow, teasing patterns on her sensitive skin. As her body shifted again under his touch, he chuckled, clearly enjoying how much control he had over her reactions.

“Jana…” Shehnaaz whispered breathlessly, her voice flushed with emotion, unable to resist the ticklish feeling.

“Umm…” he hummed in response, low and husky, not offering any explanation, but the sound alone sent shivers down her spine.

He pressed a lingering, possessive kiss on the mark—an unmistakable claim—then gently rubbed his nose against it.

Shehnaaz tried hard to stay still, to hold her composure… but her body betrayed her. Every brush of his lips set her skin on fire. Her heart refused to obey her logic; it danced to his touch, his voice, his presence.

Sidharth, fully aware of the state she was in, remained completely focused on that tiny birthmark. “That day… when I saw this mark for the first time, I realized it wasn’t just your birthmark,” he said softly, “It’s the reflection of your heart…”

She shivered again as his thumbs brushed over it, just before he whispered with unflinching authority, “Only I’m allowed to see it. Only me, in this whole universe.”

His voice—deep, commanding, yet loving—made her surrender to him in every sense. “sirf aap…” she murmured, agreeing without hesitation, because it was the purest truth.

He gently traced the outline of the mark again, his breath heavy with emotion. “Wherever I touch this… it will be as if I’m touching your heart from the inside. This mark is mine… your heart is mine… and you… you are all mine, baby. Never forget that.”

His voice sent a surge of longing through her, and as if sealing his words, he lowered his mouth to the mark and took it in, carnally, worship-fully.

“Sidharth…” Shehnaaz gasped as his tongue played over the spot with shameless intensity. His lips were wet and warm against her skin, and every second he stayed there made her heart throb harder.

He kissed her again and again, deeper each time. The sound of his kisses filled her ears, intoxicating and thrilling. Soon the kisses became slow, passionate licks—followed by love bites that painted her pale skin with a deep red hue.

The moment he tugged gently with his teeth, she lost control of her voice. “I love you, Sidharth…” she moaned, completely consumed by his love.

Taking a deep breath, Sidharth placed a final, soft kiss on the mark, then gently pulled her t-shirt back into place. His eyes met hers as he leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on her forehead. “Mera bacha…” he whispered, and chuckled when she clutched him even tighter.

He rolled to his side, pulling her with him, wrapping her in his arms. She melted into his chest, nuzzling her cheek against his warmth. “You complete me, Jana…”

Content with her words, Sidharth stroked her hair with care. “We complete each other,” he replied.

They stayed like that, holding each other in silence, longer than either of them realized.

“If Anu happens to check on us now, she’ll think I’ve kidnapped you,” he joked lightly, and the sound of her soft giggle filled the air and his heart.

Shehnaaz’s head rested on his shoulder. He could sense she wanted to say something—her silence wasn’t heavy, but thoughtful. He looked into her hazel eyes, and instantly felt like the luckiest man alive. Her eyes were full of love… full of him.

“Sidharth…” she mumbled, cuddling around his strong arm. He looked at her with quiet admiration. “Haan, bacha?”

She fidgeted slightly, her fingers brushing over the fabric on his sleeve. “Mujhe kuch kehna hai…”

Sidharth smiled and kissed her hair gently. “You don’t need permission, love. Jo kehna hai… bas keh do.”

With a sweet smile, Shehnaaz snuggled closer and rested her head on his chest again. Slowly, her eyes drifted shut for a moment, as if drawing strength from him.

smiling sweetly, Shehnaaz moved even closer and rested her head on his chest with her eyes closing slowly.. smiling at his sweetheart, Sidharth snaked his hands around her and kept her close into his protective hug..

“aaj tak aapne humesha apne dil ki har baat mujhse share ki hai.. aur aaj me aapse share karna chahti hun.. ke me aapse kitna pyar karti hun..”

Sidharth’s heart felt thrilled with her words.. how.. exactly how she manages to tame this wild heart with her single word.. how her every word makes his heart miss beats.. like its totally controlled by her.. how she had this much effect on him that he could just stay in this moment for his entire life with no doubt..

“jaan..” mumbled Sidharth softly..

“shh..” Shehnaaz silenced him by putting her finger on his lips, “aaj sirf me bolungi.. mujhe kehne dijiye.. mujhe apna dil jatana nahi aata.. par pata nahi.. aaj kyu.. me aapse is dil ki har baat kehna chahti hun.. I need to..”

The incredible love and desperation in her voice made Sidharth shut.. he smiled and placed a sweet peck on her forehead.. signalling her to go on…

Shehnaaz closed her eyes for a minute and then opened them with determination, “Sidharth..” she relished his name on her tongue and Sidharth’s heart throbbed inside..

“mujhe pata hi nahi chala ke kab.. kab ye naam meri zindagi ban gaya.. kab meri sari duniya is ek naam ke aage ghumne lagi.. Sidharth..” she paused relishing his name again..

Both stared deep into each other’s eyes as Shehnaz continued, “mujhe lovestories padhna humesha se achha lagta tha.. aur mene socha tha.. ki mere bhi sapno ka raajkumar mere liye ek hath me ring aur dusre hath me flowers lekar aayega… par jab aap aaye.. toh meri khushiyan kuchh is kadar badhi.. ke me wahe guruji se shukriya kehna chahti hun.. ke unhone mujhe mera raajkumar aisa bheja.. jo apne hathon me mere liye puri duniya ki khushiyan lekar aagaya..”

Sidharth could feel the honesty, innocence unbelieving love and trust into those heart-full words.. never on the earth he could imagine.. that he could mean so much to someone.. and specially to his mishty..

Shehnaaz felt her heart will blast with uncontrollable emotions… calming her damn raced heart, Shehnaaz continued.. “jab aap mile toh samaj me aaya.. ke me humesha se aapke liye hi bani thi.. aapki khushi.. meri khushi.. aapka gum.. mera gum.. apka dil.. mera dil.. aur apki zindagi.. meri zindagi…”

her each word made Sidharth’s heart expand more n more.. but he remained calm.. he wanted her to speak more…

“aapse mujhe pyar ka matlab samaj me aaye.. aapke is beintaha mohobbat ne meri zindagi ko pyar ke sare rango se bhar diya.. aur ye zalli.. Sidharth ki Shehnaaz ban gayi..”

moving closer, Shehnaaz rested her head again on his chest and heard his heart beats, “apka dil mere naam se dhadkata hai.. ye ehsaas mujhe etni khushi deta hai.. ke me bayan nahi kar sakti.. aapki har aadat mujhe ek ajeeb sa ehsaas karwhati hai..jaise ke ye apki nahi..meri hi aadate hai…”

“I love it when you love me..I love it when you care for me..I love it when you get angry on me..I love it when you get insanely possessive of me..I love it when you get demanding with me..I love it when you get worried for me..I love your every emotions that connects us together… because that all shows how much you love me..” she was almost breathless and paused to take high breaths..

Sidharth was stunned at her depth of words while she continued, “me kabhi bardasht nahi kar sakti ke koi humare beech aaye.. me jaan le lungi agar kisine aapko chhuva toh.. me normal hun ya nahi.. ye mujhe nahi pata.. mujhe bas ye pata hai ke aap mere hai..you are only mine…” her eyes were spitting fire..

“me aapke liye kissi bhi hadd tak jaa sakti hun.. koi bhi had mera aapke liye pyar kam nahi kar sakti.. mene har soch aapse hai.. aapke liye me kisi aur ki aur apni bhi jaan le sakti hun…”

Sidharth snaked his hands tightly around Shehnaaz as he felt his emotions being exploded in his hearts.. he felt overwhelmed..

“I can’t express how much I love tou..but all i can say is…” tears started rolling down from her eyes and her throat chocked up..

“mere liye..” pulling a bit out to let her see his eyes..Shehnaaz stared right through his eyes as she confessed..

“meri khushiyan aapse hai..”

“mere gum aapse hai..”

“meri hasi aapse hai..”

“mera dard aapse hai..”

“aap hai to me hun.. warna kuchh bhi nahi..”

“rango ke sare rang aap hai..”

“pyar ke sare ehsaas aap hai..”

“sardi ke mausam ki thandi hawa aap hai..”

“garmi ke mausam ki wo chhav aap hai..”

“thak kar jo pyas lagti hai wo pyas aap hai…”

“dil me dard hone par.. jo dawa chahiye.. wo aap hai..”

“jab sham me apne insan ke kandhe par sar rakhne ka man kare.. wo aap hai..”

“dukh me jiske sine me rone ka man kare.. wo aap hai..”

“ankhen band karti hun toh aap dikhte hai…”

“ankhe  kholu toh aapko samne pati hun…”

“jab bachha ban jane ka man karta hai.. toh aap ki god me sona achha lagta hai..”

“jab bada bananane ka man karta hai.. toh aapko apni bahon me chhupana achha lagta hai…”

“kitni ajeeb baat hai na Sidharth.. agar kisise pe jhutta gussa karna ho to bhi aap chahiye hote hai..” she giggled amidst tears while Sidharth wiped her tears away continuously..

“aap par haqq jatana achha lagta..”

“aap se zidd karna achha lagta hai..”

“aap ki baat sunna achha lagta hai..”

She went on and on till Sidharth slammed his lips to eat her words completely..

Author’s Note