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Chapter 14

Dadi Maa tried to rise, but Shehnaaz hurried to her, gently pushing her back down and hugging her tightly. She held her grandmother as if she could shield her from all harm, her embrace filled with a desperate need to protect.

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

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

Shehnaaz pulled back slightly to gaze at Dadi Maa, her eyes reflecting her confusion and concern. The depth of her love for her grandmother was evident, and she couldn’t understand why Dadi Maa was speaking like this.

Dadi Maa took a deep breath, her expression becoming more serious. “Isi baat ko lekar humein tumse kuch zaruri kehna hai.”

Shehnaaz’s eyes widened with a mixture of confusion and apprehension. “Mujhe samajh nahi aaya, Dadi Maa.”

Dadi Maa gently stroked Shehnaaz’s cheek, her touch filled with love and care. “Hum chaahte hain ke…”Β 

“Dinner is ready…!” said Sidharth enthusiastically as he entered the room with a tray of food, a broad smile on his face.

Dadi Maa rolled her eyes at his antics, while Shehnaaz shot him an annoyed look. They were having an important conversation, and he, being his usual carefree self, had to interrupt them at this crucial moment.

Sidharth looked at Shehnaaz, noticing her irritation, and then glanced at Dadi Maa, who seemed disappointed with his timing. His shoulders slumped slightly as he made a face, trying to defend himself. “What… I was hungryyyyyy…”

Shehnaaz, unable to contain her frustration, stood up angrily and walked over to the window. She gazed outside, trying to calm herself, her emotions swirling inside her. She couldn’t believe Sidharth had chosen this moment to be so thoughtless.

Sidharth looked at Dadi Maa for help, his eyes pleading.

Dadi Maa shook her head slightly and called out gently, “Shehnaaz bete, yahan aakar pehle dinner kar lijiye.”

Shehnaaz took a deep breath, composing herself before she turned back and walked over to sit beside Dadi Maa. Despite her annoyance, she couldn’t ignore Dadi Maa’s gentle request. She started feeding Dadi Maa, her movements gentle and caring.

Sidharth watched them with a soft smile, his heart warming at the sight of Shehnaaz taking such tender care of her grandmother. He patiently waited for Dadi Maa to finish so that he and Shehnaaz could start their dinner together. It felt like a small piece of the past had returned, and he cherished these moments deeply.

As Shehnaaz fed Dadi Maa, she gently spoke, “Sidharth… Simran akeli hogi… tum jakar usse company do. Main yahan Dadi Maa ke saath kha lungi.”

Sidharth’s smile faded a bit. They were having dinner together after two long years, like their old times, and now Shehnaaz wanted him to leave. When would he get back his old Shehnaaz, the one who used to feed him, fight with him, and sit on his lap making a crying face, complaining about him to him?

He missed his Shehnaaz so much. The thought of losing this rare moment felt like a blow. But he knew she had her reasons. Still, the longing in his heart made him try one more time. “Mujhe tere saath khana hai…” he said, his voice filled with a mixture of pleading and frustration.

Shehnaaz rolled her eyes, her tone firm but caring, “Sidharth… wo akeli feel kar rahi hogi…”

Sidharth sighed deeply, trying to hold onto his patience. “She will not… I know her… she is very understanding…”

Shehnaaz didn’t argue much as she was not at all interested. But Sidharth expected her to fight with him, to insist on her point, to win him over. Once again, he was disappointed by her lack of resistance.

Sidharth sighed, his voice heavy with a mix of frustration and determination. “Shehnaaz… we need to talk…”

As Dadi Maa finished her dinner, Shehnaaz shifted her attention to Sidharth, her expression calm yet distant. “Yes, we do… so tell me… what should I do with Dadi Maa?”

Sidharth was taken aback, confusion etched on his face. “What do you mean…?”

Dadi Maa, too, looked at Shehnaaz, puzzled by her sudden question.

Shehnaaz clarified her point, her voice steady but with an underlying intensity. “Main soch rahi hun… Dadi Maa ko hamesha ke liye Mumbai le jau… mere paas…”

Sidharth stood up, his face a mask of shock, while Dadi Maa was equally taken aback, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Sidharth burst out, his voice loud and incredulous, “Shehnaaz, tu pagal ho gayi hai? Kya bakwas kar rahi hai? Dadi Maa yahi rahengi…”

Shehnaaz sighed, her frustration evident as she added sarcastically, “Really? Aur unka khayal kaun rakhega yahan? Tum?”

Sidharth closed his eyes, trying to rein in his frustration. “Mene jaan bujhkar nahi kiya… it was all because of you…”

Shehnaaz’s confusion mingled with her anger. “Meri wajah se? What are you…?”

Sidharth cut her off, his voice rising. “Bilkul! Tu aise stupid behave kar rahi thi… toh mujhe kuch bhi achha nahi lag raha tha…” He made a baby angry face, and Shehnaaz rolled her eyes, exasperated by his dramatics.

Sidharth continued, his voice laden with hurt, “Us din… tune Mumbai me mujhe kitne rudely jane ke liye keh diya… I was HURT…”

Shehnaaz lost all her senses with that word.

She moved closer to Sidharth like an injured lioness, her voice low and trembling with rage, “Hurt…??? What did you say… hurt…??”

Sidharth could see a storm of emotions swirling in her beautiful hazel eyesβ€”pain, anger, tears, and an intense fire that threatened to consume them both. He felt a pang of guilt and confusion, desperately trying to understand her turmoil. “sana… me…”

But before he could finish, Shehnaaz grabbed his collar tightly, her grip firm and unyielding. Her whole body shook with anger and pain, as if she were deeply wounded, perhaps in her heart. The sight of her like this broke something inside him.

Shehnaaz’s voice was laced with sarcasm and bitterness as she painfully asked, “You were hurt, Sidharth…??”

Sidharth’s eyes searched hers, trying to read the depth of her anguish. “Shehnaaz… I…”

Dadi Maa watched with growing concern, her heart aching for both of them. She understood the depth of Shehnaaz’s pain but felt helpless, knowing she had to remain a silent observer in this deeply personal confrontation.

Shehnaaz pulled his collar even closer, her face inches away from his, her eyes seeking answers.

Shehnaaz screamed, her voice raw and filled with anguish, “Dard kya hota hai tumhe pata bhi hai…??”

Sidharth was shocked beyond limits by her sudden, painful scream. His eyes filled with tears, reflecting the deep pain and care he felt for Shehnaaz. He could never bear to see her in so much pain.

He reached out to hold her gently, but she snapped his hands away, her fury palpable. “Tumhe dard huva tha, Sidharth..? Dard ka matlab bhi jante ho tum…??” she screamed, her voice breaking with the intensity of her emotions.

Sidharth’s heart cried out as he watched his innocent Shehnaaz, the woman he loved, crying and shouting in pain and anger. He felt helpless, torn apart by her suffering and his own guilt.

Dadi Maa closed her eyes, tears silently streaming down her face. She could feel the depth of Shehnaaz’s pain and Sidharth’s remorse. The atmosphere was thick with unresolved emotions and the heavy weight of past hurts.

Simran and Sam came running, alarmed by the screams and shouts. They stood horrified at the door, watching Shehnaaz in such a broken state. They didn’t dare to intervene, sensing the gravity of the moment.

Shehnaaz didn’t care who was watching. All she wanted was for Sidharth to understand the true meaning of hurt. She wanted him to feel the depth of her pain, the agony that had been tearing her apart.

She wanted to make him know what is called hurt, how it feels when you are hurt deeply inside.

Shehnaaz closed her eyes as a painful tear escaped, glistening on her cheek. She suddenly let go of his collar, the tension in her fingers releasing all at once.

Sidharth stood still in shock, his eyes wide as he watched this transformed Shehnaaz, consumed by a storm of emotions.

Shehnaaz moved a bit away from him and opened her eyes. They were red, filled with a whirlwind of emotionsβ€”agony, pain, anger, frustration, love, hurt, fear, and countless others.

“Tumhe hurt huva tha… kyunki mene tumhe do kadawi baatein kahi…,” she shouted, her voice cracking with raw emotion. “Kabhi ye socha hai ke mujhe kitna hurt huva hoga jab meri har saans mein ye kadwahat bharti ja rahi thi? Can you imagine…? Haan… bolo na Sidharth!”

Her voice echoed in the room, each word dripping with the pain she had kept bottled up for so long. She was on the verge of breaking down, her whole body trembling with the intensity of her feelings.

Sidharth’s heart shattered as he listened to her, the weight of her pain hitting him like a tidal wave. He could see how deeply she was hurting, how every word she spoke came from a place of profound suffering. His eyes filled with tears, mirroring the anguish in hers.

Sidharth reached out, trying to come closer to her, hoping to take her into his arms. His heart ached at the sight of her suffering, though he struggled to fully grasp the depth of her pain. All he wanted was to console her, to envelop her in his embrace and make all her pain and tears disappear. He needed her to understand that he was here to stay, that he would never leave her again.

He longed to see the love in her eyes that he once saw so often, to witness her smile wholeheartedly, and to find some semblance of the happiness they had shared. The sight of Shehnaaz, consumed by sorrow and anger, filled him with a sense of desperation and regret.

“Shehnaaz,” he said softly, as he reached for her, his voice trembling with emotion. “Please, let me hold you. I want to make things right. I want to be there for you.”

Shehnaaz recoiled slightly, unable to bear the weight of his silence and his attempts to console her. In that moment, she wished for him to fight back, to argue with her, to show any sign of anger or frustration. The silence between them was unbearable; it felt like a void that swallowed all their emotions and made the pain even more profound.

She had grown accustomed to the bitter taste of loneliness, finding solace in her solitude and comfort in her pain. The word “love” had become tainted for her, replaced by a complex relationship with “hate” and a sense of betrayal. Loneliness had become her refuge, and pain her constant companion.

he did what he wanted to.. then why now he is expecting from her to do what he wants…

Shehnaaz looked at him with a piercing gaze, her expression a mix of hurt and resolve. Her eyes then drifted to her right wrist, where the sleeve of her dress rested. In the next moment, she made a decisive move. With a swift, deliberate motion, she tore the fabric of her dress around her wrist, exposing the bare skin beneath.

The action was raw and symbolic, a stark display of her internal struggle. The torn fabric fluttered down to the floor, a physical manifestation of the barriers that had been ripped apart. Shehnaaz’s gesture spoke louder than words, conveying a message of vulnerability and defiance.

Sidharth and Simran stood in stunned silence, their eyes fixed on the deep cut mark on Shehnaaz’s right wrist. The sight was a jarring revelation, and both of them were shaken to their core.

Sidharth felt as though the world had stopped spinning. He was frozen in place, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. How had he missed this? How could he have been so oblivious to Shehnaaz’s suffering? The cut mark on her wrist was a stark, painful reminder of the pain she had enduredβ€”pain that he had been blind to.

The realization hit him like a hammer, sending waves of fear through his entire being. His mind raced with horrifying thoughts. The very possibility that Shehnaaz had reached such a desperate point filled him with a sense of dread he had never experienced before.

NOOOOOO…..

No no no waysss.. She can’t…

He looked at Shehnaaz with a mixture of fear and disbelief. The idea that she might have tried to end her own life was inconceivable. No, it couldn’t be true. Not Shehnaaz, not the person he cared about so deeply.

Nooo.. my Shehnaaz can’t do this… why would she do something like…

Sidharth’s chest tightened, each breath feeling like a desperate gasp for air. The weight of the moment was suffocating, and he could sense that something was coming his wayβ€”something so devastating it could shatter him completely. The coldness and anger in Shehnaaz’s eyes were overpowering, eclipsing the pain and tears that lay beneath.

Before he could find the right words or even process the depth of her anguish, Shehnaaz erupted in a torrent of raw emotion. Her voice, trembling with a mix of rage and sorrow, cut through the heavy silence.

“Tumhara hasi… tumhara dard… tumhari dosti… tumhare sapne… tumhara dukh… tumhari khushiya… tum… tum… sirf tum…” Her words were sharp and pained, each one a reflection of the hurt she had endured. She pointed to the cut mark on her wrist, a vivid reminder of her internal struggle.

“Is ghav ko dekhkar kya tum andaza laga sakte ho… ke kis dard se bachne ke liye… maine is dard ko apnaya hoga?” Shehnaaz’s voice cracked, her tone filled with a pain that seemed almost unbearable. Her eyes locked onto his, challenging him to grasp the full extent of her suffering.

Sidharth’s heart felt like it was being torn into pieces. The intensity of Shehnaaz’s emotions was overwhelming, and he could barely process the enormity of what she was revealing. The sight of her bare wrist, marred by the cut, was a painful reminder of how deep her hurt ran.

His mind was a whirl of confusion and anguish. He struggled to understand what had driven her to such a desperate step. What had happened that made her feel this level of despair?

The weight of Shehnaaz’s suffering pressed down on Sidharth with an unbearable heaviness. He was haunted by the realization that his actionsβ€”or lack thereofβ€”had left her to endure such profound pain alone. The guilt was suffocating, making it hard for him to breathe, let alone think clearly.

He looked at Shehnaaz, who was struggling with a storm of emotionsβ€”anger, hurt, and a deep-seated resentment. The sight of her in such distress made him question everything he had ever known. How could he have left her alone? How could he have abandoned her in a time when she needed him most?

He had always known that Shehnaaz had no one else after losing her parents. She had become the most important part of his life, even if he hadn’t fully realized it until now. But in his haste to make decisions, he had overlooked her needs and well-being. He had assumed that everything would be alright, that nothing could go wrong.

The harsh reality of his assumptions was now glaringly apparent. He wasn’t a god; he was human, and his decisions had far-reaching consequences. If only he had given more thought to his choices, if only he had considered the potential impact on her life, things might not have turned out so devastatingly.

Sidharth’s heart ached with the realization of how wrong he had been. He had left Shehnaaz to navigate her pain alone, and now he faced the consequences of his thoughtlessness. His heart was breaking as he grappled with the enormity of the situation.

Sidharth’s heart ached with the realization of how wrong he had been. He had left Shehnaaz to navigate her pain alone, and now he faced the consequences of his thoughtlessness. His heart was breaking as he grappled with the enormity of the situation.Please, Shehnaaz, give me one chance. One chance to make things right. I know I’ve failed you. I see now how deeply I’ve hurt you. I never meant for any of this to happen. I should have been there for you.

Tears streamed down his face.. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for leaving you alone, for not thinking about how my decisions would affect you. You mean more to me than I ever realized, and I can’t bear to see you in pain like this..

The air was thick with agony as Shehnaaz’s emotional storm raged on. The pain she had been silently bearing for the past two years was now erupting with a ferocity she hadn’t anticipated. The storm within her had been unleashed, and it was more terrible than anything Sidharth had ever imagined.

Shehnaaz’s voice, raw and filled with torment, broke through the heavy silence. Her words pierced through Sidharth like a dagger, shattering his heart into a million pieces. β€œKya tum mehsoos kar sakte ho… ke jab mere sharir ko ek khilona samajhkar… khelne ki koshish ki gayi… to mujhe kitna dard hua hoga?” she screamed, her voice trembling with pain and disgust. Tears streamed down her face, each one a testament to the suffering she had endured.

The gravity of her words hit Sidharth with the force of a tidal wave.

No No No….

Not his baby…Β  Not with her………

The words were a desperate cry, an expression of the utter horror and disbelief he felt. his mind unable to fully grasp the criticality of the pain Shehnaaz had suffered.

He was left reeling from the realization of what Shehnaaz had gone through. The image of her suffering, the depth of her hurt, was overwhelming. He felt as though the very ground beneath him had crumbled, leaving him in a chasm of despair.

“Noooo,” Sidharth whispered, his voice breaking. The word was a desperate cry, an expression of the utter horror and disbelief he felt. “feaking hell Nooo,” he muttered, his mind unable to fully grasp the magnitude of the pain Shehnaaz had suffered.

The truth was unbearable. The thought that Shehnaaz had been subjected to such inhumane treatment, that she had been seen as nothing more than a plaything, was beyond his comprehension. The agony of knowing she had gone through this alone, without his support, was almost too much for him to bear.

Sidharth sank to his knees, his body trembling as he faced Shehnaaz. She was inconsolable, her body wracked with sobs as the full weight of her trauma was released. He felt utterly powerless, watching her in such a state of distress. The sight of her brokenness was a painful reminder of his failure to protect her, to stand by her when she needed him most.

“Please, God, Nooooo,” he begged silently, his heart crying out for some intervention, some way to undo the damage that had been done. The pain was so profound it felt like it might consume him entirely.

Sidharth’s world had collapsed into a void of numbness. His heart seemed to forget how to beat, his senses lost their ability to react, and his eyes no longer remembered the simple act of blinking. He was trapped in a state of stunned paralysis, overwhelmed by the enormity of Shehnaaz’s pain and his own crushing guilt.

Across from him, Shehnaaz’s agony was raw and visceral. She cried out from the depths of her soul, her tears a torrent of heartache that seemed to pour out all the suffering she had kept hidden for so long. Her emotions, once tightly controlled, now exploded with a force that left her gasping for breath.

In a moment of profound despair, Shehnaaz sank to her knees, her body trembling with the intensity of her sorrow. She was physically and emotionally spent, unable to maintain her composure any longer. Her face, streaked with tears, was a reflection of the turmoil she felt inside.

Sidharth, paralyzed by the gravity of the situation, remained on his knees, his own tears flowing freely. He watched as Shehnaaz fell apart in front of him, his heart breaking further with every sob she released. The weight of his actions and their consequences pressed down on him like a crushing force.

They sat there, on their knees, facing each other in the dimly lit room. The space between them was filled with a heavy silence, punctuated only by the sounds of their broken breaths and the occasional, anguished cry. The scene was one of utter devastationβ€”two people who had once been inseparable now reduced to their most vulnerable selves, struggling to find a way back from the brink of despair.

Brokenness defined them in that moment. Sidharth could see the shattered remnants of the person he once knew and loved, and he could feel the weight of his failings pressing down on him. The once vibrant and joyful Shehnaaz was now a portrait of pain and suffering, and it was his actions that had led them to this point.

The earth seemed to hold its breath as they sat there, two souls exposed and raw. There were no words left to bridge the chasm between them, no simple gestures that could mend the deep wounds that had been inflicted. All that remained was the silence of their shared grief and the uncertain path ahead.

For now, all they could do was sit there, their hearts aching and their spirits broken, waiting for the earth to somehow, in its own way, offer them some semblance of solace.

Sam’s emotional breakdown was immediate and intense. As she watched Shehnaaz’s raw display of pain, her own heart broke for the suffering of her friend. Unable to bear the sight any longer, Sam ran from the room, her sobs echoing through the corridors.Β 

Dadi Maa, who had been trying to hold herself together, could no longer contain her tears. The pain of seeing her beloved Shehnaaz in such a state was too much to bear. The tears that had been held back so resolutely began to fall freely.Β 

Simran, standing at the doorway, was frozen in shock. Her mind struggled to process what she had just heard. The implication of Shehnaaz’s wordsβ€”someone had tried to violate her bodyβ€”was a jarring revelation. It was too horrific to fully grasp.Β Β 

Desperate for answers and clarity, Simran turned and ran after Sam. Her need to understand what had really happenedβ€”to make sense of the chaos and painβ€”drove her forward. The answers she sought were elusive, but she knew she had to speak with Sam to piece together the truth.

In the room, the remaining trioβ€”Dadi Maa, Sidharth, and Shehnaazβ€”were left in a heavy silence. The emotional weight of the situation hung palpably in the air. Sidharth, still on his knees, was lost in a whirlwind of guilt and regret, while Shehnaaz, emotionally spent, remained on the floor, her sobs gradually quieting as the tears continued to flow.

In the dim, somber light of the room, Sidharth and Shehnaaz were left in a state of profound numbness. Both were on their knees, facing each other, their bodies and souls weighed down by an unbearable burden. The gravity of what had just unfolded seemed too immense to comprehend fully.

Sidharth’s tears began to flow uncontrollably, each drop a manifestation of his deep guilt, pain, and regret. He was overwhelmed by the realization of how his actionsβ€”or lack thereofβ€”had contributed to Shehnaaz’s suffering. The tears were a testament to the anguish he felt, a raw expression of his remorse and the painful acknowledgment of his failures. He had never before felt so helpless, so acutely aware of his own shortcomings.

Shehnaaz’s body was trembling violently, each shiver a physical echo of the trauma she had endured. The memories of her terrible past surged through her, crashing over her like relentless waves. The pain and fear she had suppressed for so long were now breaking free, leaving her shaken and vulnerable. Her breathing was uneven, each inhale a struggle as she battled with the resurfacing memories of her suffering.

#FLASHBACKS…

Dadi Maa, her heart heavy with concern for Shehnaaz, had made her way to Gill Haveli. Her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of ensuring Shehnaaz was alright. But as she approached the house, the peace she had hoped for was shattered by the sounds of shouting and screaming. Panic gripped her heart as she raced towards the source of the commotion.

When she burst through the door, the scene before her was horrifying beyond measure. Shehnaaz’s eyes were wide with fear, desperately searching for any sign of help. Her cries echoed through the house, a haunting testament to her terror.

In the midst of the chaos, Sam and Malini were screaming frantically at Balraj, pleading with him to let Shehnaaz go. Mohinder was at the door, his voice strained and urgent as he tried to force it open.

Dadi Maa’s voice cut through the cacophony, filled with shock and disbelief. “Ye sab kya ho raha hai?” she shouted, her voice trembling with horror.

From the other side of the door, Mohinder’s desperate voice responded, “Balraj, pagalpan mat kar. Darwasa khol.”

Malini, her voice choked with tears, cried out, “Balraj, samajhne ki koshish karo. Darwasa kholo!”

But Balraj was unmoved by the pleas around him. With a bleeding forehead and a wild look in his eyes, he advanced towards Shehnaaz, his intent clear and terrifying.

Shehnaaz’s cries grew more desperate. Her heart, pounding with dread, yearned for Sidharth to come and rescue her from this nightmare. She clutched at the hope that somehow, he would arrive in time. Her pleas, tinged with despair, reached Dadi Maa’s ears. “Dadi Maa, mujhe bacha lijiye… plzz…” she begged, her voice a fragile whisper of fear.

Dadi Maa’s heart shattered at the sight. Her emotions surged in a torrent of rage and sorrow. She turned her furious gaze towards Balraj, her voice laced with an intense fury. “Balraj, chhodo usse… warna main tumhe nahi chhodungi. Main police bulaungi abhi isi waqt,” she declared, her tone resolute and filled with an unyielding determination to protect Shehnaaz.

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Author’s Note

Hello, dear readers!

This chapter plunges into a pivotal and intense moment in Shehnaaz’s life, revealing the depth of her trauma and the frantic efforts of her family to save her. Dadi Maa’s fierce determination to protect Shehnaaz underscores the gravity of the situation, while Sidharth’s realization of his past mistakes adds emotional weight to the narrative.

This scene is designed to evoke a strong emotional response, highlighting the pain and desperation of the characters. Thank you for following along and experiencing this critical moment with them.

Thank you for readingΒ 

Also, stay tuned for Baarish, 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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