Chapter 18
Shehnaaz’s voice trembled with a mix of anger and desperation as she shouted again, “Sidharth… sit down right now!” Her words were more than just a command—they were a plea, filled with an urgency that made her heart race.
Sidharth groaned, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him, “Tu ja yahan se… mujhe akela chhod do.” His voice was low, filled with a bitterness that was hard to miss, and the pain behind it sliced through the air like a knife. He turned away from her, his eyes refusing to meet hers as if looking at her would make him crumble.
But Shehnaaz wasn’t going to back down, not this time. She hissed in frustration, her patience wearing thin. “Mene kaha beth Sidharth…” Her voice was louder now, firm, demanding him to listen. She couldn’t understand why he was being so stubborn, why he was shutting her out when all she wanted was to be there for him.
Sidharth continued to stare at the floor, his voice filled with a painful defiance, “Tujhe kya farak padta hai…?” His words were like a challenge, as if daring her to prove that she cared. But deep down, there was a part of him, a vulnerable part, that hoped she would say she did.
In that moment, something inside Shehnaaz snapped. She reached out and grabbed his collar, her hands trembling with a mix of anger and something else—something she wasn’t ready to admit yet. Her eyes bore into his, intense and fiery, as she spat out, “Mujhe farak padta hai… Samajhe tum… farak padta hai mujhe…” Her voice cracked slightly at the end, betraying the deep emotions she had been trying to suppress.
Her words hit Sidharth like a tidal wave, crashing over him, drowning him in a sea of emotions. For a moment, it felt like she had breathed life back into him, like her words had reached into the dark abyss he was sinking into and pulled him out. His eyes, which had been so full of anger and pain, softened as tears welled up, the hope he had buried so deep inside starting to resurface. The anger and hurt still swirled within him, but there was something else now, something that made his chest tighten—a glimmer of hope, of possibility.
But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, that hope began to waver. Shehnaaz looked away, her eyes clouded with confusion. What had she just said? Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Did she really mean it? Did she really care that much?
She had spent so long trying to distance herself from these feelings, trying to protect herself from getting hurt again. She had locked away her emotions, thrown them into a box, and tossed the key far, far away. And yet, here she was, standing in front of Sidharth, telling him that she cared, that it mattered to her. Why? Why did seeing him hurt make her heart ache so much?
Shehnaaz felt a wave of fear wash over her. She had worked so hard to keep these feelings at bay, to keep herself from falling into the same trap again. But now, she could feel the walls she had built around her heart starting to crack, starting to crumble. And it terrified her.
Kitni baatei…..
Sidharth looked deep into Shehnaaz’s eyes, searching for something—anything—that could make sense of the chaos inside him. In the intensity of her gaze, he could see more than just anger. There was concern hidden beneath that fiery exterior, a depth of emotion that her sharp words couldn’t fully conceal. He noticed the tears that glistened at the corners of her eyes, tears born out of frustration and fear. It struck him then, like a jolt to his heart, that her anger wasn’t just anger. It was worry, it was care—care for him.
And his selfish heart found peace in that realization. He liked it. He liked the feeling that she still cared, that despite everything, he still mattered to her. The thought of it warmed him, wrapping around his wounded soul like a comforting embrace. Shehnaaz still cared for him. He was still a priority in her life, someone she was willing to fight for, to get angry at, because he was important to her. That realization brought a wave of satisfaction, a balm to the ache that had been growing in his chest.
But then doubt crept in, and Sidharth’s heart wavered. Did he really deserve this? Wasn’t he being selfish, clinging to her concern when he had failed her in so many ways? He knew things weren’t the same as they used to be. Time had passed, and with it, so much had changed. Their relationship had shifted, they themselves had changed—hardened, perhaps, by the trials they had faced. Could he really hold onto the hope that her care meant something more?
Yet, even as these thoughts swirled in his mind, his heart rebelled against them. What if, despite all the changes, the essence of their bond had remained the same? What if, beneath the layers of hurt and anger, they still cared for each other just as deeply as they always had? Sidharth’s heart clung to that possibility, refusing to let go of the idea that maybe, just maybe, their hearts hadn’t changed at all.
Shehnaaz’s anger, he realized, wasn’t just a sign of frustration—it was a sign that she still had the right to be angry with him. Because she cared. Because he mattered to her. And that thought both comforted and tormented him. He had broken her trust, hadn’t kept the promises he had made. He wasn’t there when she needed him the most. How could he expect her not to be angry? How could he expect her not to feel hurt?
Memories from the past came rushing back, flooding his mind with images of their childhood. He remembered the time when he was just 11 years old and had fallen off his cycle. Shehnaaz had been there, her little face scrunched up with worry, tears streaming down her cheeks as she cried her heart out for him. She had been so scared, so hurt by his pain, as if she felt every bruise and scrape he had suffered.
Shehnaaz hadn’t left his side for a single minute until the doctor had assured her that he was absolutely fine. The memory of that night was etched deeply in Sidharth’s mind, a reminder of how much she had always cared for him. She had been so worried, so attentive, hovering over him with a fierce protectiveness that spoke volumes of her feelings. She hadn’t cared about the time, her own exhaustion, or anything else—just him.
And now, all these years later, he could see that same worry in her eyes, that same care that had once been so innocent and pure.
How could he ever forget that? How could she? The way she used to take care of him, the way she always made sure he was okay, how could any of that be forgotten? It wasn’t just about the small acts of care; it was about the love and devotion behind them. It was about the bond they had shared, the connection that had always been so strong between them.
Sidharth’s mind swirled with the memories of those moments, and his heart ached with the realization that he had taken them for granted. He had let time and circumstances create a distance between them, but how could he, how could they, ever truly forget what they meant to each other? Was it even possible to erase those feelings, to pretend they had never existed?
Hell no.
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Shehnaaz looked startled at her own words, the ones she had uttered in what she tried to pass off as anger. But deep down, she knew it wasn’t anger that had driven her outburst. It was something much deeper, much more painful. It was the sight of his hand, bleeding so badly, that had torn through her heart. Seeing him hurt like that was unbearable, and it left her feeling utterly helpless.
When she had seen the blood, it felt like her heart had stopped. Panic and fear gripped her, and without thinking, she had rushed inside, desperate to do something, anything, to make it stop. But then, as she stood there, emotions swirling inside her like a storm, she realized she couldn’t let him see how weak she felt. She couldn’t let him see how much his pain was tearing her apart. So, she did the only thing she could think of—she hid her concern behind a mask of anger.
She shouted at him, pretending to be furious. But it wasn’t real anger. It was a desperate attempt to cover up the overwhelming concern she felt for him. She wanted to cry, to break down in front of him and ask why he had hurt himself. Why did he have to make her suffer like this, seeing him in pain? Hadn’t she already endured enough? The thought of him being in pain was too much for her to bear. It would completely destroy her if anything happened to him.
At that moment, all she wanted was for him to understand what she couldn’t bring herself to say. She wished, more than anything, that one day he would be able to hear the words she left unspoken. That he would see the pain she kept hidden, the tears she refused to shed in front of him. She wished he could feel the ache in her heart, a heart that was slowly breaking from the weight of all the emotions she kept buried inside.
But would he ever understand? Would he ever see past her facade of strength and anger to the fragile, broken pieces of her soul that she kept hidden away? She didn’t know. And that uncertainty was like a knife twisting in her chest. All she could do was hope that someday, somehow, he would be able to read the unspoken words in her eyes, feel the depth of her unexpressed pain, and understand the silent cries of her breaking heart.
Shehnaaz longed for the day when he would finally see her for who she truly was—someone who still cared deeply, even if she was too afraid to show it. Someone who was breaking inside every time she saw him hurt. Someone who still loved him, even though she knew that admitting it would only make everything more complicated. And until that day came, she would keep pretending, keep hiding behind her anger, even though it was slowly tearing her apart.
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He had dreamed so much about the future, imagining how, when they were grown up, they would have all kinds of fun together. They had made promises to each other—promises to always be each other’s best friends, no matter what. It was supposed to be a bond that would last forever, something unbreakable.
But now, life had taken such an unexpected turn that everything had flipped upside down. The dreams they once shared seemed so distant, almost like they belonged to another time, another world. It was hard to believe how drastically things had changed, how the bond they once held so dear had been tested by time and circumstances.
The carefree days they had envisioned, filled with laughter and endless adventures, now seemed overshadowed by the harsh realities of life. The innocence of their childhood promises was lost in the complexities of the present, leaving behind a bittersweet ache in his heart.
Everything had turned upside down, and he couldn’t help but wonder how things had come to this. The path they were on now was so different from the one they had imagined, and the distance between them felt wider than ever. The pain of it all was overwhelming, but deep down, he still held on to the hope that somehow, they could find their way back to the friendship they once knew.
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She often found herself wishing, with an ache in her heart, that if only he hadn’t left, life would have been so different. She imagined how things could have been—how their days might have been filled with joy instead of the emptiness she now felt.
But then reality would set in. He had left, and with his departure, an unending journey of painful distances had begun. The closeness they once shared was replaced by a vast, cold distance that seemed impossible to bridge. The warmth of their bond had faded, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and unresolved feelings.
The distance wasn’t just physical; it was emotional, a chasm that grew wider with each passing day. It was as if their lives had taken separate paths, and no matter how much she wished otherwise, there was no turning back. The pain of that distance, of those unspoken words and unmet glances, was something she carried with her every day.
And so, the journey of endless separation continued, leaving her with a sense of longing for what could have been, and a deep sadness for what was lost.
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Black and white flashbacks of their childhood moments began to grip their hearts, flooding them with memories they had tried so hard to bury. These memories were like scenes from an old film, playing out in their minds with vivid clarity, bringing with them a bittersweet ache.
They remembered the times when they used to play together without a care in the world, their laughter echoing through the house. School days flashed before their eyes—moments of shared secrets and whispered conversations during class, the times when Shehnaaz would sing and Sidharth would eagerly provide the music, their voices blending in a way that felt so natural and perfect.
They could see themselves playing in the rain, drenched and carefree, only to be scolded by Dadi maa afterward. But even the scoldings were sweet because they knew it would end with a reward—chocolate milkshake, something they both loved and would enjoy together, giggling as they sipped from their glasses.
Shehnaaz remembered the times she would draw mehendi on her hands, carefully crafting intricate designs, only for Sidharth to mischievously spoil it with a smirk on his face. Their cute fights would follow, filled with playful banter and teasing that never truly hurt, only strengthened their bond.
And then there were the nights when Sidharth would stubbornly insist on sleeping in her lap, refusing to settle for anything else. Eventually, she would give in, gently caressing his hair until he fell asleep, feeling his tiny breaths against her skin, a memory so tender that it left a lasting imprint on her heart.
All these moments, these precious fragments of their past, flashed before their eyes, bringing with them a wave of nostalgia that was almost unbearable. The distance between them now felt even messier, tangled up in the memories of a time when they were inseparable, when life was simpler, and their bond was unbreakable.
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He kept his eyes fixed on her as she carefully cleaned his wound, unable to look away. Each time the pain made him wince, she would pause, her face softening into a baby-like expression, her eyes filled with concern. She would gently blow on the injury, trying to soothe the sting, and in those moments, he felt a tenderness that he hadn’t felt in a long time.
As she tended to him in silence, his heart ached with longing. He so much wanted to hear her non-stop chatter, the way she used to talk endlessly when they were kids. Back then, he would roll his eyes and playfully cover his ears, pretending to be annoyed, but she never stopped. Her voice had always been a constant in his life, a comfort he had taken for granted.
And now, the silence between them felt like a heavy weight pressing down on his chest. He had urged so many times, silently begging, to hear just a single word from her—anything, even the silly nonsense she used to spout without thinking. But she remained quiet, the words that once flowed so freely now locked away, hidden behind the walls that had grown between them.
As he watched her, his mind filled with questions and doubts. He wondered if this pain, the misunderstandings, and the fights that had come between them would ever lessen. Would they ever find their way back to the easy connection they once had? Or had too much changed for them to ever be the same?
He wondered if the distance that had grown between them could ever be bridged, or if they were destined to remain trapped in this cycle of hurt and silence. The uncertainty gnawed at him, leaving him feeling more lost than ever. All he could do was hope that somehow, some way, they could find a way to heal the wounds that had driven them apart, just as she was now healing the wound on his hand.
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As she worked on bandaging his hand, Shehnaaz could feel his gaze on her, intense and unwavering. The weight of his eyes made her suddenly conscious, a flush of unease spreading through her. She tried to focus on the task at hand, but the sensation of his attention was impossible to ignore.
She knew, deep down, that he would never see her as anything more than a best friend. Despite this, the way he looked at her had a profound effect on her. She had resolved countless times not to let him affect her so deeply, but each time, her resolve seemed to crumble in the face of his presence.
Determined not to let her feelings show, she avoided looking into his eyes and continued with her work. There was a time when their conversations would flow effortlessly for hours, even when they had no particular topic in mind. They could talk about everything and nothing, their voices a constant companion in each other’s lives.
Now, as they sat across from each other after almost two years, the silence between them was palpable. The easy chatter that once defined their relationship was absent. There were no topics to discuss, no silly banter to share. The space that used to be filled with their laughter and light-hearted conversations was now hollow and empty.
Had they changed so much that they could no longer find common ground? The thought lingered in her mind, mingling with the realization that, perhaps, their changes were inevitable. And yet, it pained her to think that they had come to this—being together yet feeling an overwhelming sense of loneliness.
It was as if their shared presence had lost its meaning. They were together, but it felt as if they existed in separate worlds, disconnected from each other. The closeness that once seemed so natural now felt like a distant memory, as if they were never truly meant to be together in the way they once imagined.
The loneliness they felt, even in each other’s company, was a stark reminder of how far they had drifted apart. It was a loneliness that was not just about physical distance but also about the emotional chasm that had grown between them. The sense of belonging they once had seemed to have vanished, leaving them with a profound sense of disconnection.
As she finished bandaging his hand, the silence spoke louder than words, echoing the deep, unspoken pain they both felt. The reality of their changed relationship was a heavy burden, and the question of whether they would ever bridge the gap between them lingered in the air, unanswered and unresolved.
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He felt as if he were lifeless, consumed by the silence that stretched between them. The once lively chatterbox inside him seemed to have disappeared, leaving him feeling hollow and disconnected. This silence, which seemed to stretch endlessly, felt like the worst punishment he could endure. It was as if they had become strangers to each other, their shared past now a distant memory.
The silence between them was suffocating, like a dense fog that choked their breaths and clouded their thoughts. He was overwhelmed by the weight of it, feeling as if the air itself had become heavy and oppressive. The absence of their usual conversations and laughter made everything feel painfully empty.
Shehnaaz, too, felt trapped by this silence. It was a suffocating presence that seemed to invade her very being. Being so close to him, yet feeling so distant, was more than she could bear. The familiarity of his presence now felt foreign and uncomfortable. She was accustomed to the distance that had grown between them, and having him back in her life in such a strained manner was difficult to accept.
The emotions swirling inside her felt like a choking smog, burning her throat from the inside. The mix of old feelings and the pain of their current situation created an emotional turmoil that she struggled to articulate. It was as if the very air around her was filled with these unwanted emotions, making it hard to breathe freely.
She had grown used to the separation, to the quiet spaces where he was absent. Now, his presence, filled with this awkward silence, felt like a harsh intrusion. It was as if she was being forced to confront a past she had tried to move beyond, and the effort to reconcile those old feelings with their present reality was more than she could handle.
Every moment in his presence was a painful reminder of how things had changed. The once vibrant connection they shared now seemed to be overshadowed by an insurmountable distance, leaving them both to grapple with the uncomfortable reality of their altered relationship. The silence was a constant reminder of what was lost, and it burned inside her, leaving her feeling emotionally raw and exposed.
kaise ayi hai.. aisi dooriyan..
As she finished bandaging his hand, Shehnaaz turned and walked away without saying a word. The silence that followed her departure felt almost unbearable. Sidharth stood there, rooted to the spot, with no courage to call her back or even stop her. His heart was heavy with a mixture of longing and regret.
He desperately wanted to reach out to her, to pull her into a tight embrace from behind and hold her close, never letting her go. The desire to comfort her, to feel her warmth against him, was almost overwhelming. But he questioned whether he had the right to do that now. Could he truly bridge the gap that had formed between them with such a simple gesture?
He wondered if she would ever care for him the way she used to, if she would ever pamper him when he was angry, as she did so effortlessly in the past. The thought seemed almost laughable now, given the way he had broken his promises to her, leaving her alone and hurt. He had failed her, and the weight of his actions hung heavily on his conscience.
The betrayal he felt from himself was palpable. He couldn’t even bear to think about it without feeling a sharp pang of self-loathing. The image of her walking away, her silence a painful reminder of their fractured relationship, was almost too much to bear. He was left standing there, a spectator to his own failure, as she disappeared from view.
The sight of her leaving, the echo of her footsteps fading, left him with a deep sense of helplessness. He was left with his thoughts and regrets, unable to undo the past or mend the broken bond between them. All he could do was watch as she walked away, feeling the crushing weight of his own mistakes and the distance that now seemed constant.
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Shehnaaz shut the door behind her and locked it with a sense of urgency, the sound of the latch clicking into place resonating in the silence of her room. She leaned against the door, her eyes closed tightly as she tried to steady her breathing. The whirlwind of emotions inside her was overwhelming, and she struggled to understand why her heart ached so fiercely at the sight of his pain.
Why did her heart continue to beat so strongly for him, even after everything that had happened? Why did she allow herself to feel this way again, as if all her attempts to move on had been in vain?
She reflected on how her life used to revolve around him. Her days once began with thoughts of him and ended with his head resting gently on her lap. In those moments, she felt as if she needed no one else. He was her world, her everything. His presence was a comforting constant that made everything else fade into the background.
But now, with his re-entry into her life, all those past moments had come rushing back, bringing with them a flood of memories that she had tried so hard to bury. It was as if they were fated to linger, never truly leaving her. They haunted her, a reminder of a time when she had been completely intertwined with him.
A single tear, carrying the weight of those old moments, escaped her eye and traced a path down her cheek. It fell slowly, as if reluctant to leave, before finally disappearing into nothingness. The gesture was a poignant reminder of the pearls he once said her tears were, and the irony of it struck her deeply. He had always told her that her tears were precious and should never be shed in vain. Yet, he had not been there for her when she cried, when her tears flowed endlessly, leaving her feeling empty and alone.
She had cried so much that she felt as if she had exhausted every last pearl of her sorrow. The tears had dried up, but the pain remained, deeply embedded in her heart.
Could she ever stop loving him? The thought was a constant torment, a question that echoed unanswered in her mind. She knew she never truly hated him. Deep down, she had never meant the harsh words she had spoken in anger. He had every right to choose his path, whether it was career or love, but the bitterness of their separation made it difficult for her to accept.
In trying to distance herself from him, she had hoped he would focus on his life and eventually forget her. It was her way of coping, of ensuring that he could move on without her. She had tried to be his friend, but now it seemed impossible. Her heart was too bound to the past, too scarred by the memories they shared.
The realization hit her hard. It was no longer in her to be just his friend, not when every part of her still longed for something more. The boundary she had tried to draw between them felt insurmountable, leaving her feeling lost and conflicted. She sat down on the edge of her bed, her heart heavy with the weight of what had been and what could never be again.
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Shehnaaz left without a word, her silence slicing through the air and leaving him in a sea of emotional turmoil. The emptiness of her departure struck him deeply, causing tears to well up in his eyes. As he watched a single tear of pain slip from his eye and fall onto the bandage, he couldn’t help but smile through his tears. The sight of the neatly done bandage, a symbol of her care and concern, filled him with mixed emotions.
Shehnaaz claimed she had changed, but he saw through her words. Despite the anger and the distance, he knew that her heart was still the same. She still cared deeply for him, and she couldn’t bear to see him in pain. Her shouting, though it felt harsh, was a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. It told him that she still felt something, that she still had a place in her heart for him.
Her anger was a reminder of the old Shehnaaz he knew and loved—the funny, talkative, loving, and caring person who used to be his chatterbox. Her expressions, even in their current turmoil, gave him hope that he still mattered to her, that her feelings for him were still alive despite everything.
He realized that, though it was late, he couldn’t give up. He was determined to fight for her, no matter what she thought or said. His resolve was unwavering; he was ready to face any obstacle, including Balraj. He vowed that Balraj would never find peace. He would make sure that Balraj suffered for what he had done, making him endure every second of his misery. Even if it meant living in constant agony, Sidharth would make sure that Balraj felt the weight of his actions, ensuring that the pain he caused would never fade away.
Sidharth’s heart was heavy with determination. The emotions he felt for Shehnaaz was still burning strong, and despite the distance and the obstacles, he was ready to do whatever it took to win her back. The battle ahead seemed daunting, but his hope and resolve were unshakable. He believed that one day, he would be able to bring back the old Shehnaaz, the one who had been his everything, and restore the love that once defined their relationship.
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Shehnaaz stared at the locked door of her room, a heavy sigh escaping her lips as she realized the irony of the situation. They were just a door apart, yet the distance between them felt like it spanned a vast chasm, as if millions of miles lay between their hearts. The realization was both heartbreaking and disorienting.
She reflected on how far they had come, how drastically their lives had changed. The once vibrant connection they shared had now transformed into a mere echo of what it used to be. She sang softly to herself, her voice trembling with emotion, “dekeh mudke ye dil ka karawa… kaise aayi hai… aisi dooriyan…” The words were a lament for the deep, painful distance that had grown between them, a distance that seemed to defy all logic and reason.
Sidharth, sitting alone in his room, was overcome with guilt. His eyes were closed as tears streamed down his face, each drop a testament to his sorrow and regret. His heart ached for her—the love they once had, her sweet words, her playful complaints, and the endless chatter that used to fill their days. He longed for the return of those simple, yet profoundly meaningful moments that had defined their relationship.
The emptiness in his room mirrored the loneliness he felt inside his heart. He was consumed by a desire to bring joy back into her life, to mend the broken pieces of their once-shared happiness. The physical separation of the door seemed insignificant compared to the emotional gulf that had opened between them. It was only the door that stood between them now, yet that small barrier felt like an insurmountable obstacle.
The room felt desolate without her presence, and his heart was heavy with the weight of the void left by her absence. The longing for her, the desire to bridge the gap and restore their bond, was overpowering. All he could think about was how to overcome the distance that had grown between them, to find a way to reconnect and bring back the warmth and love they once shared. The door was just a physical barrier; the true distance lay in the pain and misunderstanding that had crept into their hearts.
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Shehnaaz walked over to the window and closed it with a deliberate motion, seeking solace in the enveloping darkness. The intrusion of light had made her feel self-conscious, amplifying her sense of isolation. The dimness of the room matched her mood, providing a cocoon in which she could confront her emotions without distraction.
She stood there, feeling a deep ache inside her, wanting to articulate her feelings but finding no words to express the turmoil within. She longed for conversation, for someone to listen, but the silence around her was overwhelming. Her heart ached for laughter, yet there was no reason to find joy in the emptiness surrounding her. She wanted to cry, but she feared that letting her tears flow might make her feel even more vulnerable and weak.
She found herself yearning for him—his love, his smiles, his laughter, his hugs, and his affectionate gestures. The realization hit her with full force: she missed him deeply, more than she had allowed herself to admit. This confession was both a relief and a burden, as she finally accepted the truth of her emotions.
For a fleeting moment, she imagined what it would be like if he were to come crashing through the door, wrapping her in his warm embrace. The thought brought a bittersweet longing to her heart. She wished he would come and hold her, but deep down, she knew that this was nothing more than a dream. He would not come, and that realization only deepened her sense of despair.
She reflected on how much she hated herself for the times she had shouted at him or caused him pain. Each instance of anger or hurt was a wound to her own heart. She never intended for her words or actions to cause him suffering. His tears affected her more profoundly than her own, and the guilt of her actions weighed heavily on her.
The darkness in the room seemed to mirror the darkness in her heart, as she grappled with her emotions. The distance between them was not just physical but emotional, and she struggled to navigate the chasm that had grown between them. The longing for his presence, the regret for her past actions, and the deep-seated love she still felt for him were all intertwined, creating a complex web of feelings that left her feeling lost and alone.
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Sidharth walked over to the window and pushed it open, hoping the fresh night air might offer him some solace. As the cool breeze brushed against his face, he could almost sense her presence, her aroma lingering in the air as if she was just a step away. It was a bittersweet reminder of how she used to revel in the fresh air, a small detail he remembered with a pang of longing.
The distance between them felt more profound now than ever before. Despite being in the same house, separated only by a door, the emotional equation seemed impossible to solve. The proximity should have made things easier, but instead, it accentuated the gap between them, deepening his sense of separation.
He longed to bridge that gap, to run to her door, to knock urgently and pull her into his arms. He yearned to soothe away her worries, to wipe away her tears, and to fill her life with the happiness she deserved. The thought of holding her close, of reassuring her with his presence, was both a comfort and a torment.
Yet, he knew the harsh reality. He had no right to intrude upon her life in such a way. The boundaries between them were now defined by more than just physical space; they were marked by past mistakes and unspoken grievances. His heart ached with the realization that he could not simply erase the hurt or claim his place in her life again. He had to accept the distance, the emotional barrier that now stood firm between them.
The open window provided a fleeting sense of freedom, but it also underscored the reality of their separation. The cool breeze was a contrast to the heat of his emotions, a reminder of what once was and what could have been. The house that once felt like a home now felt like a labyrinth of lost opportunities and unresolved feelings.
In the silence of the night, Sidharth wrestled with his desires and regrets, feeling both close to her and yet painfully far away. The longing to make things right, to heal the rift between them, was overshadowed by the knowledge that he had no easy path to redemption. The door between them was a symbol of their fractured relationship, a barrier that seemed both small and unending.
Sidharth was deep in thought, grappling with his conflicting emotions, when Simran burst into the room, her face etched with worry.
“Sidharth…” she called out, her voice trembling slightly.
Startled, Sidharth looked up from his reverie, concern immediately clouding his features. “Simran, what’s the matter? Is Dadi maa okay?”
Simran took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “Sidharth… wo…” Her gaze fell on his bandaged hand, and her eyes widened in shock. “What happened to your hand?”
Sidharth sighed, brushing off her concern with a wave of his hand. “Simran, it’s nothing. Just a minor injury. Tell me, why are you so worried?”
Simran’s mind raced as she remembered the urgency of her visit. “Ah, yes… it’s Shehnaaz…”
The mention of Shehnaaz’s name caused Sidharth’s heart to race. “Shehnaaz? What’s happened to her? Is she alright?” His voice was edged with panic.
Without waiting for an answer, he dashed towards the door, his mind consumed with worry. But Simran’s next words made him freeze in his tracks, his eyes widening with a mixture of fear and heartbreak.
“Shehnaaz is packing…”
The weight of Simran’s words hit Sidharth like a ton of bricks. The realization that Shehnaaz was leaving.
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Author’s Note
Hello, dear readers!
In this chapter, we delve into the heart-wrenching emotions that Sidharth and Shehnaaz are grappling with as their past and present collide. Their internal struggles and the emotional distance between them are highlighted, showcasing the depth of their unresolved feelings and the pain of their separation.
Sidharth’s inner turmoil is palpable as he reflects on their shared memories and the profound changes in their relationship. His longing for a reconciliation is contrasted sharply with the harsh reality of their estrangement. Simultaneously, Shehnaaz’s struggle to cope with her feelings, compounded by the overwhelming desire to protect herself from further hurt, underscores the complexity of their situation.
Thank you for joining me on this emotional journey. As always, your feedback and support mean the world to me. I hope this chapter resonates with you and deepens your connection to Sidharth and Shehnaaz’s story.
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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Awesome
Both r broken from inside yaar
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to much explanation…. story ka charm hi khatam kar diya….
noted
Awesome
Awesome
Dead indited content material, Really enjoyed looking at.
Story is beautiful too much repetitive thoughts n inner turmoil.. in every chapter many emotions u have written lengthy n repeated