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Chapter 57

Sidharth wrapped Shehnaaz in a tight, protective hug, as if he never wanted to let her go. It was a hug full of emotions—possessiveness, love, relief, and a sense of belonging. His arms held her like she was his most precious treasure. Shehnaaz didn’t resist. She melted into him, resting her head gently on his chest. She could hear the calm, steady beat of his heart—the sound that had slowly become her home.

A soft smile touched Sidharth’s lips as he took her hand in his and brought it up to his lips. He kissed the ring—**their** ring—the one he had made her wear, a silent promise of their forever. That small symbol held so much meaning for both of them.

The music faded in the background, and a soft hush fell over the room. All eyes were now on the couple in the center—the couple that looked like they had stepped right out of a fairytale. The spotlight of love surrounded them.

Sidharth glanced at Vicky. One look was enough—Vicky understood, and handed him the mic without a word.

Taking the mic in his right hand, Sidharth tightened his hold on Shehnaaz’s hand with his left. His grip was gentle, but firm enough to let her know—*I’m here, I’ve got you.* He brought the mic close to his mouth and began to speak.

“You all have known me as Sidharth Shukla, and the respect I got was because of that title,” he started, his voice strong yet laced with emotion.

He paused for a brief second, just as he felt Shehnaaz take a deep breath beside him. He glanced at her, his gaze full of warmth.

His voice softened slightly as he continued, looking straight into her eyes, “Lekin yeh jo khoobsurat si pari mere saath khadi hai…” He let the silence speak before going on, “She loved me, respected me, and trusted me without that title. She didn’t love me because I’m Sidharth Shukla. She felt the same connection that I did with her. She didn’t care whether I was rich or not. All she knew was that she’d be happy—no matter the condition I kept her in.”

From the crowd, Rita ji’s smile widened, her eyes glowing with pride and affection. Shehnaaz’s family looked at their daughter in awe—unable to believe that the shy, sweet girl they raised was the reason behind such intense emotions.

Shehnaaz herself didn’t know if she truly deserved every word he was saying, but one thing she was certain of—she had belonged to Sidharth from the moment they met. His words washed over her, making her cheeks blush, her eyes sting with unshed tears. Feeling overwhelmed by everyone watching them, she stepped closer and buried her face into his chest—her safest place in the world.

Sidharth gently placed a kiss on her hair, his arm wrapping around her shoulder, holding her close as he continued, “I never realized how incomplete I was until I met you. You made me find myself—a part of me I never knew existed. I wish we had met earlier, so I could have spent even more time with you… because even forever doesn’t feel like enough.”

A collective *”awww”* echoed through the hall, and Shehnaaz blushed deeper, hiding her crimson face in his chest again. Sidharth chuckled softly, looking down at her with sheer love in his eyes. Holding her tighter, he whispered, “I want to take care of you… keep you happy always. I can’t even imagine my life without you—not even in my worst dreams. Even when we spend the whole day together, I start missing you the moment we part.”

Unable to hold back anymore, Shehnaaz raised her face to meet his eyes, her heart overflowing with emotions. Almost unconsciously, her palms gently cupped his face. Sidharth leaned into her touch, kissed her hand softly, and said in a hushed, loving tone, “I can’t wait to have you by my side as Mrs. Shukla. I want the world to see you and know—you belong to me. That you’re Mrs. Shehnaaz Sidharth Shukla. Only mine.”

His words hung in the air like a vow. And as soon as he finished, thunderous applause erupted around them. Shehnaaz whispered shyly, her voice barely audible, “Sirf aap ki hi hoon na main…” and hugged him tightly, her tears turning into a smile.

Overwhelmed with love, she moved even closer to him and placed a soft, quick kiss on his lips. Sidharth froze for a second in surprise—it wasn’t like her to be this bold. But the moment passed quickly and his heart swelled. Around them, loud whistles and cheers broke out.

Flushed with embarrassment, Shehnaaz quickly buried herself into his chest again, hiding from the crowd and his teasing smirk. Sidharth shook his head fondly and held her close, cocooning her in his arms. In that moment, everything felt right. Everything felt peaceful.

But not every heart in the room was celebrating. Ritika couldn’t hold back anymore. With teary eyes, she turned away and rushed out. Adi, standing nearby, noticed her sudden change and followed her in concern.

“Are you alright..? Have you been crying?” he asked gently.

“How does it matter to you?” Ritika snapped, her voice cracking. Adi stepped back, surprised by her sudden outburst. He didn’t want to make things worse. He mumbled a quiet, “Sorry… I didn’t mean to…” and walked away, giving her the space she clearly needed—leaving behind a broken Ritika.

The evening eventually came to a beautiful end. It passed by in a blur of love, laughter, and celebration. Everyone was genuinely happy for Sidharth and Shehnaaz. And despite being surrounded by people, Shehnaaz made sure to feed Sidharth when he got caught up with business talk and clients. She was always looking out for him—just like he did for her.


One Month Later

Time passed quickly, and it had already been a month since the engagement. Everything was going smoothly. Sidharth walked through the corridor of Shehnaaz’s college, a slight chuckle on his lips. He had never attended interviews in any college before, but this time was different. This time, he had a reason—*his* reason.

He hadn’t told Shehnaaz anything about it. He wanted to surprise her. He knew she would be nervous, shocked, probably even mad—but the excitement of seeing her reaction was too tempting.

She had told him about her college interviews on her birthday, sharing her nervousness and excitement. Last night, she had laid her head on his chest and talked about it again—her innocent words filling him with a quiet joy. But he didn’t say a word about his plan to be there. He couldn’t help but imagine her reactions. Would she be angry? Would she be surprised? Would she give him that signature grumpy pout and slap his arm playfully? Whatever it was, he was ready.

One thing was certain in his mind—if Shehnaaz was going to work, she would work **with him**, in **his** company. No question about it. She was going to be Mrs. Shukla soon, and there was no way he was going to let her work anywhere else.

With confidence in his step, Sidharth entered the college gathering room. He had been requested by the college management to give a speech. Everyone there seemed thrilled about his presence. But he didn’t need to scan the crowd—he already knew where the gasp had come from.

His eyes landed on Shehnaaz—and her shocked face was everything he had imagined. Her mouth slightly open, her eyes wide in disbelief. He couldn’t hold back the smirk. Oh, she was so adorably furious!  Shehnaaz sat frozen, her thoughts racing. *He’s here? That means he knew all along! And he didn’t even tell me?* Her eyes narrowed. She had been talking non-stop for a whole month—about interviews, about her prep, about the schedule—and not once did he even hint that he’d be there!

“Ughh… stupid! Duffer! Dusht!” she muttered to herself, pouting adorably.

But as Sidharth stood up to speak, her anger started melting. Her heart knew—it always did. She tried to stay angry but the moment she looked at him, her heart betrayed her. He was her undoing. He always had been.

Sidharth’s voice filled the room, calm and commanding, “Students, I, Sidharth Shukla, MD of Shukla Enterprises, am here to select talented individuals among you all.” His presence commanded respect. His aura, unmissable. “Hope you reciprocate to our management and our system. All the very best.”

Once the speech ended, he walked with the principal and his HR team to begin the interviews. As students began filing in, some walked in smiling—but many came out shaken, nervous, even teary-eyed, leaving the rest of the students terrified.

Shehnaaz clasped her hands and whispered a prayer to her Waheguru ji before stepping into what now truly felt like a lion’s den.

“Good afternoon sir,” Shehnaaz greeted softly, her voice lined with nervousness as she stood beside the chair. Her eyes slowly lifted to meet Sidharth’s. He was already looking at her. His expression was unreadable—no smiles, no reaction. Yet the moment their eyes met, he gently closed his eyes for a brief second, opening them again slowly. That small gesture of reassurance was enough to calm her racing heart.

She felt a quiet wave of confidence wash over her as she took her seat. She didn’t want special treatment. That was the entire reason she hadn’t approached her father’s company for internship. She didn’t want her surname to define her selection. She wanted to earn this—with her hard work, her potential, and nothing else.

The interview began. Most of the questions came from Sidharth’s team, and Shehnaaz answered each one with as much confidence and honesty as she could gather. Sidharth didn’t say much, but he observed—silently, carefully. His eyes never left her face, catching every blink, every hesitation, every confident nod.

Just as the interview was coming to a close, Sidharth finally spoke. His voice was sharp, direct, and carried a weight that made her heart skip a beat.

“Why should we hire you..? Why should we hire a fresher when we can easily find an experienced one for the same salary?”

The question hit her hard. It was tough. Unfair almost. But she had expected this from him. She took a breath, her confidence shaken but not shattered. She looked up, straight into his eyes, and asked softly but firmly, “Why not me..?”

Sidharth’s brows raised slightly—surprised by her counter-question. “As in..?” he asked.

Shehnaaz gave him a calm smile. From the outside, she looked composed, but he could tell she was trembling inside. Yet her words came out clear.

“Agreed you can hire an experienced employee with the same salary. But every experienced person was once a fresher. They are experienced today because someone believed in them and gave them a chance. If they deserve that opportunity, why not me? You won’t know what I’m capable of until I’m given that opportunity. Which I believe I deserve. And it’s only fair.”

Sidharth’s heart swelled with pride. That was his Shehnaaz. His Jaan. He knew how nervous she was—he could tell from the way she gripped her handkerchief, the way she paused before answering. But despite it all, she held herself together and spoke with dignity and determination. That alone set her apart.

The panel nodded, and the HR team told her politely, “We’ll inform your college of the results soon.”

Shehnaaz gave a soft nod and stood up. Before leaving, she looked at Sidharth once again. His eyes were on her—filled with quiet pride. That moment stayed with her as she stepped out. She had hoped to talk to him, maybe even share a few words. But before she could find him again, he was already surrounded by the university management and his team. Just like that, he had to leave.

 Back at home, Shehnaaz was in full pout mode. Her lips were pressed together in a sulky expression, eyebrows furrowed as she dropped herself onto the sofa like a lifeless doll. Frustrated, she grabbed the TV remote and switched off the channel, completely ignoring the fact that her younger sister Mahi was watching it.

“Di yaar! Kyun band kiya TV! Mummaaaaa!” Mahi shouted, annoyed, running toward their mother.

Jasbeera ji came downstairs, confused by the chaos. With one stern glare, she took the remote from Shehnaaz’s hand and gave it back to Mahi. Mahi stuck her tongue out at her older sister and turned the TV back on.

“Offo mumma…” Shehnaaz whined, making a baby face.

“Ae… tujhe kya hua? Aisa muh kyun banaya hai?” Jasbeera ji asked, looking at her sulking daughter.

Shehnaaz pouted more. “Aapke pyare se damad se poochhiye… kitne dusht hai woh…”

Jasbeera ji chuckled, shaking her head. “Kyun? Mere bechare Sid ko aise kyun bol rahi hai? Kitna masoom hai mera beta.”

“Bechare? Please!” Shehnaaz folded her arms. “Woh koi bechare nahi hai. Mujhe ullu banaya hai. Main unse baat hi nahi karungi.”

“Aap ko ullu banane ki zarurat hai kya, di?” Mahi added cheekily.

“Tuuu idhar aa…” Shehnaaz shouted and lunged at her sister, who ran off laughing. Jasbeera ji watched the chaos unfold with a knowing smile. She knew Sidharth could never hurt Shehnaaz on purpose. Whatever this drama was—it would sort itself out.

“Jhoothe ilzaam mat laga mere puttar pe…” she said teasingly.

Grumbling, Shehnaaz stomped up to her room, muttering to herself the whole way. “Stupid… idiot… duffer… dusht… main baat hi nahi karungi unse.”

Still fuming, she threw herself on the bed, mumbling angrily. Her mind replayed the entire day—his sudden appearance, the tension of the interview, the way he caught her off guard. She didn’t even realize when he walked into her room.

Suddenly, she felt a warm weight press down on her back and a whisper near her ear, “Mujhe toh pata hi nahi tha… mera baby ko itna gussa bhi aata hai…” His husky voice sent shivers through her. A strong arm wrapped around her waist from behind. His warmth, his scent, his touch—it clouded her senses instantly.

She didn’t say anything. She stayed still. But he could feel her breath hitch. He knew she was already melting.

He chuckled softly, sensing her silent surrender, and tightened his grip until she was completely wrapped up in his chest. Then, without warning, he nibbled gently on her earlobe, punishing her silence. “Itna gussa karogi?” he murmured.

Shehnaaz took a deep breath. Stay grumpy, Shehnaaz. Don’t melt. Don’t melt… she repeated in her mind. But her resolve cracked when his teeth gently tugged again, pulling a small moan from her lips. That was it for Sidharth. He turned her around so she lay under him. Their eyes met.

In the soft light, her eyes sparkled with unspoken words. He kissed both her eyelids gently before pulling back and switching on the bedside lamp. Her hands instinctively went around his neck. Her heart had already betrayed her anger. He brushed a loose strand of hair away from her lips and tucked it behind her ear before placing a soft kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering.

“Apne Jaan pe gussa rehna aata hi nahi tumhe…” he whispered.

She looked at him as his lips left her skin. He seized the moment and leaned down again, this time capturing her lips in a kiss. It started soft—gentle, almost hesitant. But it didn’t stay that way for long. The moment their lips met, everything else disappeared. His fingers gripped her neck as he deepened the kiss. Her hands tangled into his hair, holding him as close as possible.

“Jaan…” he moaned into her mouth. His kisses grew urgent, possessive. He nipped at her lips, demanding to be let in. And she did. Willingly. Their kiss said everything words couldn’t. It was his apology. His claim. His reassurance. His love. He pinned her hands above her head, and she gasped as her nails scratched down his back, leaving red trails that made him groan.

“Fuck, baby…” he groaned, pulling away just slightly, panting against her lips. She was breathless too. Sidharth rested his face against her throat, calming himself.

“Mujhe kitna dar lag gaya tha…” she whispered softly. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes, “Isme darne ki kya baat thi? It was just me, love…”

She nodded slightly, pouting. “Woh… aap… achanak…”

He smiled and kissed her forehead again. “Main apni Shehnaaz ko kahin aur kaam karne dunga? Not in this lifetime.”

She blushed and whispered, “Toh aap ne mujhe pehle kyun nahi bataya?”

“That’s called a great surprise,” he grinned.

She twisted her lips. “A stupid one.”

“An amazing one,” he teased.

“A horrible one,” she insisted.

Sidharth leaned closer, eyes shining. “You drive me crazy, baby…”

She looped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. “That’s because I’m yours.”

He buried his face in her neck. “You are only mine, Shehnaaz.”

Suddenly, he pulled back and gave her a mischievous smile. “By the way… maa se meri shikayat tumhe kaafi mehengi padegi…”

Her eyes widened. “Aap ne sab sun liya…?”

He laughed, loving her panic. “Aur ye jo tumhari maa ka dusht damad… stupid… idiot… duffer… boss… ab tumhe bardasht karna padega.”

She turned pink. “My boss is not that dusht…”

He kissed her lips. “Toh fir kitna dusht hai?”

She giggled. “Sirf thode se…”

He brushed his fingers through her hair, “Achha…? Aur?”

“Ab hatiye…” she whispered, nervous as his fingers slipped inside her kurti.

“Nahi,” he whispered. She gasped, “Sidharth…”

“I said no, love,” he growled playfully.

“Mummmmaaaa!” she shouted.

Sidharth jumped off the bed instantly. Shehnaaz burst into laughter.  Realizing he was tricked, he groaned, “Too bad. You asked for it…”

Before she could run, she found herself pinned under him again—his mouth silencing every protest.


“Understand what, Vicky..?” Tara snapped, her voice sharp and irritated, “Understand what?”

Vicky closed his eyes, trying to calm the frustration bubbling inside him. He inhaled deeply and opened them again. “Just what the hell is wrong with you, Tara?” he asked, voice raised with genuine confusion. “I seriously don’t get you anymore. One moment you’re fine, and the next, you’re upset without reason. You know this is my last year. Once I’m done, I’ll be joining office anyway. Why are you starting a storm over something that hasn’t even happened yet?”

Tara stared at him, eyes clouded with disappointment and sadness. “How am I making a fuss?” she asked, her voice quieter now but hurt. “I’m just asking you to be independent. Is that so wrong? For how long are you going to keep depending on your brother for everything? Isn’t it your business too?”

Vicky looked at her like she’d just spoken something totally out of place. “What the hell, Tara?” he said, clearly offended. “Where did bhai come into this conversation?” His anger was building. “And let me tell you, don’t drag Sidharth bhai’s name in like this. Show him some respect.”

Tara let out a bitter laugh and sat down heavily on the edge of her bed, her heart stinging with all the unsaid things. “Sidharth bhai, Sidharth bhai, Sidharth bhai…” she repeated mockingly. “That’s all that matters to you, right? Your family. Your brother, your sister, your maa, and now your bhabhi too. But what about me, Vicky? Where do I even stand in your life?”

The memory of Sidharth and Shehnaaz’s engagement came rushing back to her mind—the way everyone’s eyes had lit up for the couple, the attention, the happiness, all centered around them.

Vicky sat next to her, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. “Tara… please calm down,” he said with a sigh. “Why are you reacting like this? There’s no reason to fight—”

She jerked away from his touch. “Oughh,” she said angrily. “You always say that! That I react for no reason. But tell me, have you ever done anything for me without me asking? Ever arranged a party for my birthday? No. It’s been four years of us being together, Vicky, and you still haven’t even talked about marriage. Are you even serious about us, or am I just a time-pass for you?”

Vicky stared at her in disbelief, his heart hurting from her words. “Tara,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion, “have you lost your mind? You really think I don’t care? After all these years?”

“Then prove it!” she shouted, standing up, her eyes filled with unshed tears. “I want you to join the office as soon as possible, and I want you to talk to your mother about our marriage.”

Vicky sighed and nodded slowly, trying to control his anger. “Fine. I will. But I’ll have to talk to bhai first.”

“Why?” Tara spat bitterly. “Can’t you even take a single step in your life without your brother’s permission?”

And that was it.

Enough!” Vicky roared, now truly furious. “Sidharth bhai is like a father to me! I will not let anyone, not even you, disrespect him. Not a word more!

Without waiting for another argument, he stormed out, leaving Tara behind, her face burning with regret and helpless rage.


Meanwhile, in another corner of their world, something much more tender was about to begin. Shehnaaz’s training at the Shukla office was just a few days away. It was to be a one-month internship, after which the firm would decide whether she could continue. But for Sidharth and Shehnaaz, it was more than a formality—they were excited. Nervous, yes. But thrilled too.

That day was also special for another reason. It was the last day of college.

The corridors, once echoing with laughter and chatter, now seemed quieter, heavier. Everyone had a smile on their lips and tears in their eyes. They were trying hard to hide their sadness, but it was written all over their faces.

From classrooms where they had learned, argued, and fallen asleep during lectures, to benches carved with silly doodles and initials—everything held a memory. From Gupta Sir’s never-ending boring lectures to sneaking chocolates during class. From skipping classes to gossip in the canteen, to those last-minute group studies in the library. From teasing each other to crying over heartbreaks together.

From helping Mayank and Ankita hide their secret dates from her strict father, to Nisha hiding her feelings for Ranbir while he was busy crushing over Shehnaaz. From childhood fights to sibling-like bonds, everything had been real, raw, and unforgettable.

Every corner of the college whispered their stories. Every wall remembered their laughter. Every scolding from the principal now seemed like a fond memory.

Time flies fast. As kids, we’re always in a rush to grow up. But once we do, we desperately wish to go back. Because growing up means losing parts of yourself you never knew you’d miss.

Teachers gave their emotional farewell speeches. A few students braved the stage to speak their hearts out, making others tear up even more.

Later, Shehnaaz and her friends made their way to the canteen, though none of them really had the appetite to eat. The canteen Anna brought their favorite food without asking, and that simple gesture cracked something inside them.

Shehnaaz leaned on Ankita’s shoulder, her voice low and trembling. “Mujhe rona aa raha hai… kyu khatam ho raha hai college…

That was it—Nisha finally broke down in tears. Ranbir tried to cheer her up. “Oyy… chup ho ja… aise rote nahi…

Mayank and Ankita exchanged a glance—filled with fear of the uncertain future. Her father still disapproved, and their relationship would now be tested by distance and time.

Shehnaaz couldn’t stop her sobs. Anu hugged her tightly and whispered, “Bas… bas… toh kya hua ke college khatam ho raha hai… humari dosti nahi khatam ho rahi… na hi kabhi hogi…

But Nisha’s words were heavy and honest. “Zindagi bhula deti hai… itne ulajh jaate hai hum… ke dost sirf yaadon mein reh jaate hai…

Ranbir stepped in, wiping Ankita’s tears, “Rotadu jaisi shakal mat bana… hum sab nahi bhulenge ek dusre ko… zindagi chale jis raah le jaye… hum ek dusre ki raah nahi chhodenge… wada..?

They all put their palms over his, sealing their promise in a teary group hug.

They gifted the canteen helpers a few thoughtful items, their way of saying thank you. They walked through the college one last time, hugging benches, running fingers on the walls, trying to lock in every feeling, every memory.


The week flew by like a dream, and finally, it was the day. The first day of training at Shukla Enterprises.

Shehnaaz, Anu, and Nisha had been selected for internships. Meanwhile, Mayank, Ankita, and Ranbir got placed in Juneja Industries.

Sidharth was too excited to see Shehnaaz off on her first day. On the way, while stopping at a signal, he noticed a little girl selling roses. Her tiny hands, tired eyes, and innocent face touched something deep in his heart. He rolled down the window and bought all her roses, paying her much more than they were worth. When he asked about her family, she shared they lived in a nearby slum. Sidharth promised her help. He called his foundation team and arranged for her education to begin.

Feeling content, he reached the Gill mansion—and the sight made him grin. Shehnaaz sat in the middle of her bed, surrounded by a mountain of clothes, her hair a mess, her lips in a pout. She looked like a grumpy little child unsure of what to wear on her first school trip.

He chuckled and walked toward her. The moment she saw him, she made a face. “Etna late aaye hai na aap… mujhe nahi baat karni aapse…

He sat beside her and gently pulled her into his lap. “Kya hua Mishty… why are you so annoyed?

She crossed her arms. “Ae le… aapko to ye bhi nahi pata… chhaddo…” She tried to get up, but he held her close, showering soft kisses on her cheeks and forehead until she melted into his chest. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her annoyance in his warmth.

He checked the scattered clothes, then picked up a deep blue churidar and handed it to her. “Wear this one…

She looked up at him and smiled like a shy little girl, then ran to the bathroom holding the dress close to her chest.  And just like that, another day began—with love, with hope, and with the quiet promise of forever.

 


Author’s Note

Hey lovely readers,

Writing this chapter was an emotional journey for me. I wanted to capture the raw pain and love between two people who have gone through unimaginable trauma yet still find strength in each other’s presence. Shehnaaz’s silence, her trembling, and Sidharth’s quiet desperation are not just moments on a page — they reflect how deep love can run, even when words fall short.

Sometimes, it’s not about grand declarations. Sometimes, it’s about holding someone’s hand and refusing to let go — no matter how broken or lost they are. That’s what this chapter means to me: a reminder that healing begins with just being there.

Thank you for walking alongside these characters. I hope their pain, their strength, and their bond touched your heart, even if just a little.

Happy reading!

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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With love and gratitude,

Shalaka

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