Chapter 13

Simran sat near Sidharth, trembling with fear. Her eyes darted around the room, as if she were searching for some unseen threat. Sidharth, on the other hand, was frozen in shock, unable to process what he had just heard.

His mind raced, trying to piece together the jumbled fragments of the puzzle. Shehnaaz leaving Delhi so suddenly, her cold demeanor, and now heading to Gill Haveli, dragging Sam along with her. The image of Sam crying and clinging to Shehnaaz in terror flashed before his eyes, and then Shehnaaz’s words echoed in his mind: “Balraj tried to harm his own sister.”

“Sam!” he gasped, his heart nearly stopping from the shock. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Balraj had attempted to hurt Sam, his own sister. Sidharth felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He had never encountered anyone so depraved, someone who could even think of committing such a heinous act against their own sibling.

His mind reeled with disbelief and rage. How could Balraj even entertain such a vile thought about Sam, his innocent sister? And yet, he was still out there, walking free, unpunished. No consequences, no justice.

Sidharth’s chest tightened with the weight of everything he had missed. He began to understand how drastically their world had changed since he had left them behind. The pain and suffering they had endured in his absence were unimaginable.

A deep, fearful thought crept into his mind, chilling him to the core.

What if..

he couldn’t even think of it…

A shiver ran down Sidharth’s spine as he feared the worst. What if Balraj had harbored the same vile thoughts about Shehnaaz…about his Shehnaaz? Who would have been there to save her? He was nowhere near Shehnaaz to protect her…

The mere thought of Balraj casting his dirty eyes on Shehnaaz made his blood boil. The fear and anger mixed within him, creating a storm of emotions that threatened to consume him. Hearing about what had happened to Sam was horrifying enough. What if something like that had happened to Shehnaaz?

The thought tore him apart. His eyes filled with a combination of rage and terror. Who would have saved her from that monster? He couldn’t bear the thought of Shehnaaz being in danger and him being miles away, unable to protect her.

“What have I done?” he thought, guilt washing over him. How could he have left Shehnaaz alone with those people? He had committed a grave mistake by making such a sudden decision. He had acted without thinking, without considering the consequences.

He never imagined this. No thought of such a horrifying possibility had even crossed his mind. Now, the fear of what could have happened was eating him alive. He felt a deep sense of regret, knowing that his absence had left Shehnaaz vulnerable.

Now he understood why Shehnaaz had left for Mumbai. She didn’t feel safe in that house, in that environment. Dadi Maa never told him anything about this, even when he called, pouring his heart out, desperate to talk to Shehnaaz just once.

Or maybe he was so wrapped up in telling Dadi Maa about his own happy life that he didn’t even think to ask about theirs.

His eyes started to sting with pain and fear, a deep, gnawing guilt taking over him.

Simran, sensing his turmoil, tried to reach out. “What are you thinking? I’m not understanding anything.”

Sidharth was too lost to respond immediately, his mind reeling. “How will I face her now…?”

Simran, confused and concerned, pressed further. “Face who? Will you make me understand?”

Sidharth grabbed her hand tightly, his body shaking with guilt. “Balraj tried to harm Sam… his own sister. What if he had thought that way about our Shehnaaz? Who would have saved her? She was all alone here… That’s why she has changed so much. What have I done… how will I face her, Simran?”

His voice broke, and he continued, “How could I be so careless about her?”

Simran understood what Sidharth must be going through. She gently took him in her arms, hugging him, trying to calm him. He didn’t hug her back; his tears wouldn’t stop, streaming down his face as guilt tore his heart apart.

Just then, Shehnaaz and Sam arrived at Sidharth’s room, searching for Simran. The sight before them made them freeze. Shehnaaz saw Sidharth and Simran embracing, at least that’s how it appeared from the outside.

Not that it matters to her anymore, she concluded to herself. It had been a long time since those feelings had stopped hurting her heart. No one was important enough to affect Shehnaaz Gill, except Dadi Maa.

But against all her fake conclusions, anger and frustration took over her.

Shehnaaz’s heart clenched, her mind racing with thoughts she wished she could suppress. She had built a fortress around her emotions, convincing herself that nothing and no one could hurt her anymore. But seeing Sidharth with Simran, even if it was just a comforting hug, shattered her defenses.

Sam looked at the hug and then at Shehnaaz, knowing what she must be going through.

There was no expression on Shehnaaz’s face, as if it didn’t affect her at all, as if she didn’t care. But Sam knew better. She held Shehnaaz tightly, trying to offer silent support.

Shehnaaz, her voice weak, not wanting to ruin their moment, said, “Simran…”

Sidharth and Simran instantly looked up to find Shehnaaz and Sam standing in front of them.

It didn’t seem to affect Shehnaaz at all to see Sidharth’s tearful eyes. No tear could change the past.

Sidharth immediately rose and moved towards her, trying to hug her tight, desperate to convey his regret and sorrow.

But Shehnaaz raised her hand to stop him.

Sidharth looked at her, his eyes filled with pain. She had never stopped him from hugging her before, but now he understood. He knew he deserved this. His Shehnaaz had valid reasons to be angry with him. Despite this, he still moved forward and held her hand, tears starting to make his eyes red.

Shehnaaz looked at Sidharth, confusion and uncertainty swirling in her mind. What had Simran told him? Did he know the truth now?

Sidharth held Shehnaaz’s hand tightly, his voice trembling, “I am sorry, Shehnaaz. I am so sorry. I know I was wrong. I should not have left you and Sam alone with that monster.”

Shehnaaz’s eyes widened as his words sank in. He knows now, she sighed inwardly, feeling a mix of relief and pain.

Sam was crying continuously, her small body shaking with sobs. Simran came to her side and patted her shoulder sympathetically, trying to offer some comfort.

Sidharth continued, his voice thick with guilt, “I should not have left you both alone. I was so, so wrong… mujhe galti ho gayi Shehnaaz… tera gussa bilkul jayaz hai…”

That angered Shehnaaz. For God’s sake, this was the nth time she had told him she wasn’t angry with anyone. No one was important enough for her that it should matter.

Sidharth, sensing no reaction from Shehnaaz’s side, tried to move closer to her. He groaned, “Mene kabhi sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha ke Balraj itna niche gir sakta hai…”

Sam looked down in shame, her small frame trembling.

Sidharth turned his gaze to Sam, his voice soft but firm. “Tujhe us insaan ke liye sharmindagi mehsoos karne ki koi zarurat nahi hai. Is sab mein tumhari koi galti nahi hai.”

Shehnaaz closed her eyes and sighed deeply, the weight of the moment pressing on her shoulders.

Sam, unable to hold back her emotions, cried out in pain, “Tum kyu chale gaye the, Sidharth?”

Sidharth closed his eyes, the pain and guilt overwhelming him. Simran stood by, a mute witness, trying to understand the depth of the situation.

Shehnaaz finally spoke up, her voice devoid of any emotion, “Tumhe guilty mehsoos karne ki koi zarurat nahi hai, Sidharth. It wasn’t your fault anyway. You can’t be just taking care of us your whole life.”

There was no pain, no feeling in Shehnaaz’s voice, which hurt Sidharth even more. He had expected her to fight with him, to blame him, to ask him why he had left her alone, his Shehnaaz alone.

Sidharth, in anger and frustration, held her arms tightly. “Tu mujhpe gussa kar na… tu kyu itni shant hai? Agar tujhe kuchh ho jata toh main kya…?”

Shehnaaz sternly cut him off, “Hota toh… huva nahi… just forget it.”

Sidharth shook her in frustration. “Hota toh matlab? Tu itna lightly kaise bol sakti hai? Usne Sam ke sath…”

Shehnaaz and Sam looked at him, confused.

Shehnaaz became impatient. “Sam ke sath…? Sam ke sath kya…?”

Sam looked down, thinking Sidharth was talking about the slaps Balraj had given her that day in front of Sidharth.

Shehnaaz roared in anger, “Sam ke sath kya…?”

Sidharth, Sam, and Simran looked at Shehnaaz with a mix of fear and shock. Her voice was so powerful and resolute that it sent a shiver through them all.

Sidharth sighed deeply, his voice pleading. “Shehnaaz, please… mujhe sab pata chal gaya hai. Tumne ya dadi ne mujhe kuch bataya kyun nahi? Main fauran chala aata.”

Shehnaaz let out a sarcastic laugh, her tone cold. “Really, Sidharth… tum chale aate? Haan?”

Sidharth looked at her with a heart full of pain, his eyes brimming with tears. “Shehnaaz, tu kya keh rahi hai? Main nahi aata kya…?”

Shehnaaz’s eyes remained devoid of emotion, her voice flat. “Pata nahi, it was your decision after all… par mujhe nahi lagta ke tumhara aana zaroori tha.”

Sidharth stared at her, confused and hurt. Why was she speaking like this, as if she didn’t care anymore? Why did she say he wasn’t needed? Did she really mean that he wasn’t important to her? The mere thought of something happening to her while he was away filled him with a deep, gnawing fear. If he had been there, he could have taken care of them. Yet, she was saying that his presence wasn’t crucial.

The thought that Shehnaaz didn’t need him, that she might not want him in her life anymore, pierced his heart like a thousand needles. The pain was unbearable. It was as if the very essence of his being was being torn apart.

Sidharth was on the brink of expressing his deep, painful thoughts, his emotions nearly spilling over, when Dadi Maa’s voice cut through the tension.

“kya ho raha hai yahan?” Dadi Maa’s tone was stern and filled with irritation as she walked in, her eyes scanning the room, taking in the strained faces and the heavy atmosphere.

Everyone’s eyes turned to Dadi Maa with concern as Shehnaaz rushed over, followed closely by the others.

“Ye kya hai, Dadi Maa?” Shehnaaz chided anxiously, her voice trembling. “Doctor ne aapko aaram karne ke liye kaha hai. Aap bahar kyun nikli? Aur bed se kyun uthi?”

Dadi Maa rolled her eyes with a hint of annoyance. “Shehnaaz, hum aapki Dadi Maa hain, aap humari nahi.”

Shehnaaz shook her head in exasperation at her stubborn grandmother.

Sidharth stepped forward, his tone firm but gentle. “Shehnaaz bilkul theek keh rahi hain. Agar aapko humse baat karni thi, to aap hume bhi kamre mein bula sakti thi, Dadi Maa.”

Dadi Maa was gently guided back to her room and settled back into bed.

Shehnaaz took her place beside the bed, holding Dadi Maa’s hand tenderly. “Dadi Maa, aapne kaha tha ki aap humse kuchh zaroori baat karna chahti hain. Ab bataiye.”

Dadi Maa looked up at Shehnaaz with a serious expression. “Shehnaaz, hume aapse akele mein kuch baat karni hai.”

Sam and Simran, sensing the gravity of the moment, quietly excused themselves and left the room. Sidharth, however, stood his ground, unwilling to leave.

Sidharth’s face contorted with frustration. “Aisi kya baat hai jo aap mere samne nahi kar sakti? Main nahi jaunga,” he insisted stubbornly, his voice tinged with defiance.

Dadi Maa tried to reason with him, her tone firm but pleading. “Sidharth, yeh zaroori hai. Kripya beta, mujhe samajhne ki koshish karo.”

Sidharth shook his head, his grip on Dadi Maa’s hand tightening. “Nahi, Dadi Maa. Main yahin rahoonga.”

Shehnaaz, trying to maintain her composure, felt her patience wearing thin. Sidharth’s stubbornness was grating on her nerves. Just then, her phone rang, breaking the tense atmosphere.

Shehnaaz’s anger exploded as she answered the call. “What is it, Tasha?” she snapped, her voice sharp and laced with frustration.

Sidharth and Dadi Maa flinched at the harshness in Shehnaaz’s tone. Dadi Maa rolled her eyes in exasperation, while Sidharth was taken aback. This wasn’t the Shehnaaz he knew; her anger was intense and uncharacteristic.

Shehnaaz’s face flushed with fury as she listened to Tasha on the other end of the line. Her blood boiled, and she could barely contain her rage. “What the hell were you doing when the file was lost? Enjoying a pointless chat with Adi? Roaming around the canteen? Or just lounging around the office park thinking it’s some kind of garden?”

Her voice was filled with fire, each word dripping with frustration and contempt. Sidharth watched in shock as Shehnaaz’s demeanor shifted drastically. The Shehnaaz he knew was always calm and composed; this outburst was jarring and unsettling.

Sidharth was taken aback by Shehnaaz’s sudden outburst. He had never seen her speak with such anger before. The sharpness in her voice and the way she was addressing Tasha left him in shock. He looked at Dadi Maa, who had adopted a resigned expression, as if to say, I can’t help it.

On the phone, Tasha’s voice trembled with defensiveness. “Mam, it’s not my fault. Ms. Anjali was on duty…”

Shehnaaz’s frustration reached a boiling point. She closed her eyes, trying to contain her anger, before responding through gritted teeth. “Tell her she’s fired.”

Sidharth’s eyes widened in disbelief. He stood up abruptly, the suddenness of Shehnaaz’s decision hitting him hard. He glanced at Dadi Maa, who, though clearly bothered by the situation, seemed almost accustomed to such dramatic decisions.

Tasha continued, her voice shaky. “Mam, she’s already in tears and saying she’ll make another attempt…”

Shehnaaz lost all semblance of control. “Did I ask for her tears or her views on this? Just how dare you think you can speak to me like that? This is unacceptable.”

Sidharth’s heart sank. The Shehnaaz he knew and loved had always been compassionate and understanding. This harshness was alien to him. His chest tightened with an aching sense of loss. What has she become? he wondered. This isn’t my Shehnaaz.

Sidharth quickly moved towards Shehnaaz, wrapping his arm around her shoulder in a bid to draw her attention.

Shehnaaz turned sharply, her gaze meeting Sidharth’s. His eyes were filled with disappointment, a stark contrast to the usual warmth she was used to.

But Shehnaaz, seemingly unaffected by his expression, turned her focus back to the phone call. “Tasha, I want Anjali out of my office in the next five minutes. Is that clear enough?”

Tasha’s voice trembled on the other end of the line. “Yes, mam.”

With that, Shehnaaz abruptly ended the call, her frustration palpable.

Sidharth couldn’t hold back his concern. He stared at her, his voice tinged with frustration. “What is wrong with you? What kind of behavior was that?”

Shehnaaz looked at him with genuine confusion. “What did I do?”

Sidharth sighed, exasperated. “I’m talking about that phone call. You were incredibly rude. You can’t just fire someone over a minor mistake.”

Shehnaaz’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Minor mistake? She lost an important file. Now the team will have to waste precious time reconstructing it. How dare she waste any member of my staff’s time? It was a significant error, and in my office, no one gets a second chance if they mess up this badly.”

Her words were sharp, and as she finished speaking, she walked past him with an air of finality. She then settled down beside Dadi Maa, who watched the interaction with a mix of concern and resignation.

Sidharth, clearly frustrated, mimicked Shehnaaz’s stern tone sarcastically. “No one gets a second chance in Shehnaaz Gill’s office,” he said, rolling his eyes dramatically before moving to sit beside Dadi Maa.

Shehnaaz sighed heavily, her patience wearing thin. “Sidharth, please go outside.”

Sidharth’s face clouded with confusion and irritation. “Why? What’s the problem?”

Shehnaaz gave him an exasperated look. “Because Dadi Maa wants to talk to me about something personal.”

Sidharth’s gaze shifted away, a mixture of hurt and frustration in his eyes. “mere hone se kya prob hai…?”

Dadi Maa, witnessing the standoff between her two stubborn wards, shook her head in exasperation. She directed a serious, unwavering look at Sidharth. “Sidharth, please.”

Sidharth could sense the gravity in Dadi Maa’s voice. Reluctantly, he made a face of grudging acceptance at Dadi Maa and then shot a displeased glance at Shehnaaz, who smirked in response. With a resigned sigh, he finally made his way out of the room.

Shehnaaz gently caressed Dadi Maa’s forehead, her touch tender and reassuring. “Kya hua, Dadi Maa?”

Dadi Maa settled into a more comfortable position, her concern evident. “Kya hua wahan?”

Shehnaaz offered a faint, reassuring smile. “Dadi Maa, aap itni fikar kyun karti hain? Aapki Shehnaaz itni kamzor nahi hai.”

Dadi Maa gazed at her with worry. “Shehnaaz, topic ko mat badlo. Humare mana karne ke bawjood, aap wahan gayi… kyun?”

A proud smile curved on Shehnaaz’s lips. “Kyunki jo tufaan unki zindagi ko tabah karne wala hai, uska aagaz unhe dena hi tha.”

Dadi Maa’s worry deepened. “Shehnaaz, hume kuch samajh nahi aa raha.”

Standing tall with a fierce pride, Shehnaaz declared, “Unhe yeh chetawani deni thi. Ab Shehnaaz Gill wapas aa chuki hai. Unhe mujhse koi nahi bacha sakta. Koi bhi nahi. Unhe apni galti ki keemat chukani hogi. Abhi toh khel shuru hua hai, Dadi Maa.”

Dadi Maa closed her eyes, feeling the weight of inevitability. She knew she couldn’t stop Shehnaaz—Shehnaaz Gill was unstoppable.

With a sigh of resignation, Dadi Maa murmured, “Aur hum soch rahe the, ke tufaan khatam ho gaya…”

Shehnaaz turned back to Dadi Maa, her voice steady and resolute. “Itni asani se nahi, Dadi Maa. Unhe apni galti ki kimat to chukani hi padegi. Saza to unhe bhugatani hi padegi, no matter what happens.”

Dadi Maa gestured for Shehnaaz to sit back down near her, concern etched on her face. “Aur wahan kamre mein kya ho raha tha?”

The mention of Simran made Shehnaaz’s expression harden. She shot a glare at Dadi Maa. “Dadi Maa, aapne Simran ko mere peeche kyun bheja? Usse khatra ho sakta tha.”

Dadi Maa put on a pleading expression. “Hume aapki chinta ho rahi thi. Humne bas unhe yeh dekhne ke liye bheja tha ke aap theek hain ya nahi.”

Shehnaaz rolled her eyes, frustration evident. “Aur usne sab kuchh sun liya. Ab pata nahi usne kya suna aur Sidharth se jakar kya kaha. Par mujhe lagta hai Sidharth ko Balraj wali baat pata chal gayi hai.”

Dadi Maa’s eyes widened in shock. “Shehnaaz…?”

Shehnaaz closed her eyes, her voice tinged with worry. “Pata nahi, Dadi Maa. Par mujhe lagta hai… uski baton se aisa hi lag raha hai.”

Dadi Maa’s disbelief was evident. “Aisa kaise ho sakta hai? Jarur kuchh galatfehmi hogi. Agar Sidharth ko is bare mein pata chalta, to ab tak wo Balraj ki jaan le chuke hote.”

Shehnaaz’s laugh was cold and devoid of warmth. “Dadi Maa, aap abhi bhi usi duniya mein jee rahi hain. Wo mera Sidharth nahi hai jo mere liye kisi ki jaan le sake. Ya shayad main yeh kahoon ke mera koi Sidharth tha hi nahi. Sidharth mera kabhi tha hi nahi. Main hi jhoot ki duniya mein jee rahi thi.”

Dadi Maa closed her eyes, trying to hold back her tears. “Nahi, Shehnaaz. Aisa nahi. He cares for you.”

Shehnaaz’s smile was tinged with sadness. “I know, Dadi Maa. He does. After all, I am his best friend.”

Dadi Maa’s pain was palpable. “Tujhe un dono ko saath dekh ke dard nahi mehsoos hota? Kyun tune mujhe aise kasam mein bandh liya ke main chahakar bhi use kuch nahi bata sakti?”

Shehnaaz’s smile grew as she reminisced about those cherished moments. The rain continued to fall softly outside, each drop a gentle reminder of the past. it felt beautiful to experience rain standing in the window of Delhi… god know.. how much they used to enjoy rain on the terrace… getting drenched…. and then sneezing… only to get scolded by Dadi maa… then finally to enjoy hot chocolate..

Shehnaaz, looking out at the rain, spoke softly with a seren smile, “Dadi Maa, aapko yaad hai, me aur Sidharth barish mein terrace par bhigne jate the aapse chhupkar?”

Dadi Maa’s eyes softened with nostalgia..

Shehnaaz chuckled, “Hume pata hota tha agar aapko pata chala to aap hume kabhi nahi jaane dogi. Isliye Sidharth Raghu kaka ko rishwat deta tha.”

Dadi Maa made an exaggerated grumpy face, but her eyes twinkled with amusement. “Woh kya rishwat dete the?”

Shehnaaz laughed, “Woh mujhe gane ke liye kehte the..”

Dadi Maa’s smile grew wider.

shehnaaz continued lost in her old days, ” hum dono tarrace ka door band kar lete the.. kyunki mere alawa koyi aur barish me uske sath ho.. ye usse bilkul achha nahi lagta…usse sirf mere sath barish enjoy karna achha lagta tha…..”

Dadi maa smiled with sadness….

“aur fir apki daat…” shehnaaz made funny face.. while Dadi maa rolled her eyes….

shehnaaz sighed, “kuchh chize kabhi nahi badalti na… aaj bhi ye barish utni hi khubsurat hai… jaise us waqt huva karti thi…”

Dadi maa knew.. what was shehnaaz going through.. never in her wildest dream… she ever thought shehnaaz’s life will change like this….

shehnaaz smiled sadly, “kuchh badal gaya hai.. toh wo hai mera aur Sidharth ka rishta.. kya Sidharth pehle se hi aisa tha.. ya sirf mujhe aisa lagta hai..”

Dadi maa was confused , “aisa matlab…kaisa beta…?”

shehnaaz shook her head like she was giving up on her love, “jab me uski first priority thi… tab usse kisi aur ladki se baat karna tak pasand nahi tha…. aur ab Simran… uske liye mujhme me aur Simran me koi khaas fark nahi hoga… baat sirf etni hai ke pehle wo me thi aur ab Simran… me nahi chahti ki Simran ka dil bhi meri tarah…”

Dadi maa sighed, “aisa nahi hai shehnaaz… Sidharth ki zindagi me tumhari jagah koi nahi le sakta…..”

shehnaaz closed her eyes and sighed, “par me khud chahti hun ke wo jagah koi aur le le….”Dadi maa looked at shehnaaz shocked…. a tear rolled out of her eyes, ” shehnaaz beta…aap aise…?”

shehnaaz cut her, “mujhe Samjhiye Dadi maa.. uski dost bankar rehna etna aasan nahi hai mere liye.. uski dosti mujhe dard deti hai… jab me yahan se ja rahi thi… toh mene decide kiya tha.. apne sare dukh.. taklife.. dard yahi chhodkar chali jaungi… aur aise huva bhi.. mumbai mujhe takad si deti hai… aaj me yahan delhi me…. fir se kamjor mehsoos kar rahi hun….”

Dadi Maa tried to rise, but Shehnaaz hurried to her, gently pushing her back down and hugging her tightly.

Tears streamed down Shehnaaz’s face as she whispered, “Agar aapko kuchh ho jata, toh main…”

Dadi Maa comforted her with a soft pat on the back. “hum thik hai beta….par hum aapko khush dekhna chahte hai..aap ka dukh aur akela pan humse bardasht nahi hota…”

Shehnaaz gazed at Dadi Maa, her confusion evident.

Dadi Maa took a deep breath. “Isi baat ko lekar humein tumse kuch zaruri kehna hai.”

Shehnaaz’s eyes widened with confusion. “Mujhe samajh nahi aaya, Dadi Maa.”

Dadi Maa gently stroked Shehnaaz’s cheek. “Hum chaahte hain ke…”

Author’s Note

Dear Readers,

Thank you for diving into this chapter with me. This section was especially close to my heart, exploring the depths of Shehnaaz’s emotions and her relationship with Dadi Maa. As we peel back the layers of Shehnaaz’s character, we also witness the emotional turmoil and the impact of her past on her present.

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