Chapter 19
Sidharth was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts that seemed to pull him deeper and deeper into his own mind. His emotions were a tangled mess—anger, frustration, guilt, and an ache that he couldn’t quite name, all mixed together. He clenched his fists, feeling the dull throb in his bandaged hand, but the physical pain was nothing compared to what he felt inside.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Simran came rushing in, her face etched with worry. “Sidharth….” Her voice was breathless, laced with urgency.
Sidharth’s heart skipped a beat, his worry instantly shifting to his grandmother. “Simran… what’s the matter? Is Dadi maa okay?” His voice was urgent, the concern in his eyes was unmistakable.
Simran, still catching her breath, noticed the bandage on his hand. Her eyes widened in shock, “Sidharth… yeh kya hua tumhare haath ko?” Her voice trembled slightly as she looked at him, the concern now mixed with a hint of fear.
Sidharth sighed, dismissing her concern for his injury with a wave of his hand. “Simran… leave it. It’s nothing. Tell me, why are you so worried?” His tone was gentle but firm, trying to steer the conversation back to the issue at hand.
Simran took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She had rushed here with such urgency, but now, seeing Sidharth like this, she felt a lump in her throat. She remembered why she came, and the words spilled out before she could stop them. “Woh haan… woh Shehnaaz….”
Sidharth’s entire demeanor changed in an instant. The moment he heard Shehnaaz’s name, a jolt of fear shot through him, making his heart race. He didn’t wait for her to finish, his voice rising in alarm, “Shehnaaz… kya hua? Is she alright?” Panic gripped him as he jumped up from his chair, his mind conjuring up the worst scenarios.
Without waiting for Simran’s reply, he bolted towards the door, every instinct in him screaming to go to Shehnaaz. But just as he reached the doorway, Simran’s next words froze him in his tracks, her voice trembling as she said, “Shehnaaz is packing…”
Sidharth stopped dead in his tracks, his breath caught in his throat. His eyes widened with a mix of shock and pain that cut him to the core. The pain in his chest deepened, mingling with the guilt and frustration he had been carrying for so long.
I can’t lose her…
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Shehnaaz moved quietly around the room, her hands deftly packing Dadi maa’s belongings into a suitcase. Dadi maa sat on the bed, watching Shehnaaz with a pout on her lips, her expression almost childlike as she tried to catch Shehnaaz’s attention. It was clear that she wasn’t happy with what was happening.
Shehnaaz noticed Dadi’s pouting out of the corner of her eye and couldn’t help but roll her eyes slightly, though there was a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Despite her own inner turmoil, Dadi maa’s antics always had a way of touching her heart.
Dadi maa let out a deep sigh, trying to sound as feeble as possible, “Abhi mein thik nahi hun… puri tarah…” Her voice was laced with an exaggerated weariness.
Shehnaaz paused for a moment, shaking her head at Dadi’s obvious attempt to stall. She knew this was just another one of Dadi maa’s playful tricks to get her way, and though it tugged at her heart, she couldn’t let herself be swayed. She ignored the comment and continued packing, her hands moving a bit more briskly now.
Dadi maa tried again, her tone more insistent this time, “Aur doctor ne kaha hai… jab tak mein puri thik nahi ho jati, tab tak travel na karu…”
A chuckle escaped Shehnaaz’s lips as she folded one of Dadi maa’s shawls. “Doctor aaj subah hi check kar ke gaye hain… aur meri unse baat ho chuki hai,” she responded, her voice gentle yet firm. Shehnaaz had already made sure everything was in order; there was no reason for concern.
Dadi maa, realizing that her usual tactics weren’t working, decided to drop her final card. Her voice took on a pleading tone, almost like that of a child trying to coax a favor, “Tum kuchh aur din ruk jao na yahan…”
Shehnaaz’s movements slowed as Dadi maa’s words sank in. She sighed deeply, “Dadi, hum nahi ruk sakte… bahot kaam baki hai office mein… bahot sari meetings pending hai…”
Dadi maa’s face fell, the playful pout replaced by genuine sadness. “Bas… ek aur week…” she murmured, her voice filled with a quiet longing. The thought of spending a little more time together, of not being left alone just yet, made her heart heavy.
Shehnaaz looked at Dadi maa, her eyes softening as she walked over and knelt beside the bed, taking Dadi’s hand in hers. “Dadi maa… please…” Her voice broke slightly, pleading for understanding, for Dadi maa to see the weight of her pain.
“Dadi bilkul sahi keh rahi hai… jab tu chhoti thi tab bhi woh office chalta tha na…” said Sidharth as he entered the room with a grumble, his voice carrying a mix of complaint and hope. His words were meant to angry, but there was a hint of genuine concern beneath them.
But Shehnaaz didn’t stop. She didn’t even look up, continuing to fold Dadi maa’s clothes with a steady hand, her expression determined and focused. The only sign she had heard him was the slight tightening of her lips, a subtle indication that she wasn’t in the mood for his antics.
Sidharth frowned slightly at her lack of reaction. He glanced over at Dadi maa, who was sitting on the bed with a pout, her eyes silently pleading for help. Sidharth exaggeratedly made a face at her, signaling with a tilt of his head and a raised brow, asking her to try again.
Dadi maa, understanding the silent communication, responded with a babyish pout of her own, her expression conveying that she had already done her best and failed. The two shared a look that was almost comical, like two mischievous children plotting together.
Simran, who had been watching the entire exchange, couldn’t help but roll her eyes at them. The way Sidharth and Dadi maa were behaving was almost endearing, like two kids who were afraid of getting scolded by their elder sister. It was clear they were both desperate to make Shehnaaz stay, but she was proving to be more stubborn than they anticipated.
Deciding to step in, Simran walked up to Shehnaaz, her tone friendly and coaxing, “Heyy Shehnaaz… come on yaar… for me… we don’t even know each other properly…” There was a hint of genuine hope in Simran’s voice.
Shehnaaz finally paused, a small smile playing on her lips as she looked up at Simran. There was warmth in her eyes, an acknowledgment of Simran’s attempt to connect. “I would have loved to… but please try and understand, Simran… it’s really urgent… bahot important meeting hai…” Her voice was gentle, almost apologetic.
But Sidharth wasn’t ready to give up so easily. His expression hardened slightly, a frown deepening on his face as he stared at Shehnaaz. “Meeting vagaira kuchh nahi… tu nahi jayegi…” His tone was firm, almost commanding, as if his words alone could change her mind.
Shehnaaz shook her head, her smile fading as she rolled her eyes in exasperation.
Sidharth made an exaggerated angry face, his brows furrowing and lips pouting in a sad manner, but Shehnaaz didn’t even spare him a glance. She continued with her packing, completely ignoring his antics. Inside, Sidharth fumed, muttering to himself..
But then, like a lightbulb switching on, an idea flashed across his mind, and his face lit up with excitement. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he declared, “Mujhe Dadi se kuchh akele me baat karni hai… both of you out!” There was a certain urgency in his voice, but also a playful undertone that hinted at his mischievous plan.
The sudden shift in his tone and the mysterious command caught Shehnaaz’s attention immediately. She looked at him suspiciously, her brows knitting together as she tried to figure out what he was up to. Simran, on the other hand, simply looked at him confused, not quite sure what to make of the situation.
Dadi maa, noticing the gleam of happiness on Sidharth’s face, couldn’t help but smirk cutely. She knew her grandson too well, and whatever he was planning, it was sure to be interesting.
Shehnaaz sighed, her suspicion growing by the second. “Kya baat karni hai?” she asked, trying to keep her tone casual, but the curiosity in her voice was evident. She wanted to know what he was up to, especially since he seemed so secretive all of a sudden.
But Sidharth, now fully committed to his little game, simply ignored her question. “It’s between me and Dadi maa… tujhe kyu batau?” he retorted, throwing a cheeky grin her way. He knew his answer would annoy her, and that was exactly what he was aiming for.
Shehnaaz felt an overwhelming urge to whack him right then and there. The way he was behaving—so childish, so stubborn—made her want to pull her hair out in frustration. When would he ever grow up?
Realizing that there was no winning against him in this mood, Shehnaaz gave up with a resigned sigh. “Alright… make it soon,” she said, her voice laced with both exasperation and reluctant acceptance. She knew there was no point in arguing further; Sidharth was determined to have his way.
With one last glance at him—half annoyed, half curious—Shehnaaz turned and walked out of the room, Simran trailing behind her.
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As Shehnaaz walked into Sam’s room, closely followed by Simran, her eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, checking to see if everything was in order. “Are you done with packing?” she asked, her tone gentle yet carrying the firmness of someone who was always in control.
Sam nodded, but the tension in her face was unmistakable. Her usual calm demeanor was overshadowed by a nervous energy that made Shehnaaz pause.
Sensing something was off, Shehnaaz moved closer, her concern evident in her eyes. “What is it?” she asked softly, hoping to coax the worry out of her friend.
Sam hesitated, her fingers fidgeting slightly before she finally spoke up. “Mujhe ek baar maa ya papaji se baat…” The words were barely out of her mouth before Shehnaaz’s expression hardened.
The mention of Sam’s parents struck a nerve. Instantly, a flash of anger lit up Shehnaaz’s eyes, and her voice took on a sharp edge. “Koi jarurat nahi hai, Sam. You know they will not let you…” The frustration in her tone was clear; Shehnaaz had seen this scenario play out too many times before, and she wasn’t about to let it happen again.
Sam sighed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on her. “But what if they create some scene?” she asked, her voice tinged with anxiety. The thought of her mother causing trouble was something that constantly loomed over her, and she couldn’t help but worry about it.
But Shehnaaz simply smiled—a smile that wasn’t sweet but rather wicked, filled with a dangerous determination. “That’s what I’m waiting for”
Sam looked at her, confusion clouding her face. “What do you mean?” she asked, not entirely sure if she understood Shehnaaz’s intentions.
Shaking her head with a smirk, Shehnaaz reassured her, “You don’t worry… just relax yourself. No problem can touch you when you are with Shehnaaz Gill.” There was a bold confidence in her voice, a promise of protection that made it clear she would go to any lengths to ensure Sam’s safety and peace.
Simran, who had been watching the exchange, couldn’t help but chuckle at Shehnaaz’s don-like attitude. “Seriously, girls… please, just one week more,” she said, trying to lighten the mood. Shehnaaz’s nature, though sometimes intimidating, was also incredibly reassuring.
Feeling a bit better, Sam gently hugged Simran, grateful for the support and the sense of security that her friends provided.
Seeing the two women embrace, Shehnaaz’s stern expression softened into a soft smile. “We will plan something soon,”
Simran sighed deeply, her concern evident in her eyes. “I don’t trust you in this… I know you have returned to Delhi after two years…”
The words hung in the air like a heavy cloud, and they silenced Shehnaaz completely. The playful banter and the confident facade she had maintained all this time crumbled in an instant. She felt a pang in her chest, and her gaze turned towards an open window, not wanting to meet Simran’s eyes. The vulnerability she was trying so hard to hide threatened to spill over, and she couldn’t bear for anyone to see the emotions she was struggling to contain.
Sensing the shift in Shehnaaz, Simran moved closer, her expression softening as she reached out to place a comforting hand on Shehnaaz’s shoulder. The touch was gentle, but it carried the weight of their shared history and the unspoken understanding between them.
“Why don’t you reveal the whole truth?” Simran asked, her voice low and filled with concern.
Shehnaaz’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with shock. The question startled her, sending a jolt of fear through her veins. What more truth could Simran possibly be talking about? How much did she know? Panic began to rise within her, and she instinctively looked toward Sam, her mind racing. Had Sam said something? The anger and suspicion in her eyes were clear as she stared at Sam, who couldn’t meet her gaze and instead chose to look down, her silence only adding to Shehnaaz’s turmoil.
Trying to keep her emotions in check, Shehnaaz took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm. “Oughhh… Simran… there is nothing more. You…” she began, her voice wavering slightly as she attempted to brush off the question.
But Simran wasn’t convinced. She smiled gently, shaking her head as if to say she knew better. “I know there is…” she said softly, her eyes filled with an understanding that made Shehnaaz’s defenses falter.
Shehnaaz, sensing the conversation was veering too close to the truths she wasn’t ready to confront, quickly shifted the focus. “Ougghhhh… Simran, can you please check on Sidharth if he’s done? We might get late,” she said, her voice steady but her eyes betraying her desire to escape the topic.
Simran, who knew Shehnaaz well enough to recognize her deflection, didn’t push further. Instead, she offered a warm smile and wrapped Shehnaaz in a gentle hug, her embrace filled with understanding and affection. “I will wait for the day when you’ll share everything yourself… Take care,” Simran whispered softly, knowing that Shehnaaz wasn’t ready to open up just yet.
As Simran left the room, Shehnaaz watched her go, feeling a mixture of relief and confusion. The words Simran had left behind lingered in the air.
Sam, who had been quietly observing the entire exchange, noticed the shifting emotions on Shehnaaz’s face. With a gentle smile, she decided to lighten the mood, “Sidharth ki pasand itni buri nahi hai… hai na?” she smiled.
Shehnaaz returned the smile, though it was tinged with sadness. “Hmmm… Simran bahar se jitni practical dikhti hai… andar se utni hi soft and sweet hai… She will always keep Sidharth happy,” she murmured, her voice full of genuine admiration for Simran.
Sam looked at Shehnaaz with concern, the sadness in her shehnaaz’s eyes not lost on her. “Won’t that hurt you more?” she asked gently, her words laced with the understanding that Shehnaaz was holding back a lot more than she was letting on.
Shehnaaz shook her head slowly, the weight of her words heavy in the air. “Jo cheez Sidharth ko khushi de… wo mujhe dard kaise de sakti hai, Sam…” she replied softly. Her tone was calm, but her eyes were distant, as if she was trying to convince herself as much as she was trying to convince Sam.
Sam knew Shehnaaz was carrying a burden that she refused to share, a burden that was evident in the emptiness of her gaze. Unable to bear the sight of shehnaaz in such pain, Sam hesitated before asking the question that had been on her mind. “Kya tum kabhi kisi aur se…”
But before she could finish, Shehnaaz’s sharp, penetrating look silenced her. The unspoken warning in Shehnaaz’s eyes was clear: this was a boundary Sam wasn’t allowed to cross.
Shehnaaz’s voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her guilt weighing heavily on her, “Main jaanti hoon… jis ladayi ki shuruwat maine ki hai… usme sabse bada nuksan tumhara hai…” Her words were laced with sorrow, a deep regret for dragging Sam into a battle that had caused so much pain.
Sam, sensing the depth of Shehnaaz’s remorse, moved closer, her heart full of empathy. She placed a comforting hand on Shehnaaz’s shoulder, her smile warm and reassuring. “Nahi Shehnaaz… mujhe aisa nahi lagta… Tum mujhe Sam bulao ya di… main hamesha tumhari badi behen hi rahungi…” Sam’s voice was soft, yet firm, conveying her unwavering support and love.
Shehnaaz looked up at Sam, her eyes reflecting a mix of relief and guilt. She had always felt that by standing up for herself, she had somehow wronged Sam, pulling her into a conflict that wasn’t hers to fight. But Sam’s words were like a balm to her wounded heart, easing the burden she had been carrying alone.
Sam’s expression grew more serious as she continued, her voice tinged with a quiet anger, “Aur jo kuchh us pariwar ne tumhare saath kiya hai… uske baad…” She trailed off, unable to fully express the rage she felt towards those who had hurt Shehnaaz. It was a hurt she felt deeply, as if it had been done to her as well.
#FLASHBACK
Malini stormed into the Gill Haveli, her face twisted with anger, only to find Balraj pacing impatiently. The tension in the air was thick as Malini glared at him, her fury barely contained. Balraj, on the other hand, looked at her with a questioning expression, waiting for an explanation.
Malini turned her face away, her voice laced with disgust, “Tumhara kaam ho chuka hai… Shehnaaz maan gayi hai…”
Balraj’s eyes lit up with satisfaction, a grin spreading across his face. “Maa… I knew it… only you can do this,” he said, his voice filled with admiration.
But Malini’s anger only intensified as she faced him again, her eyes blazing. “Tumhara dimag kharab ho gaya tha kya? Tum kya karne wale the…?” she snapped.
Balraj, completely unbothered, waved her off. “Relax, Mom… Yeh to main kab se chahta tha… Par us Shehnaaz ne last mauke par saara khel bigaad diya…” His voice was casual, as if he was discussing something trivial.
Malini, unable to control her frustration, grabbed his shoulders and shook him. “AUR TUM MERA KHEL BIGAADNE WALE THE… USKA KYA…??” she shouted, her voice trembling with rage.
Balraj remained unfazed, even as Malini’s grip tightened. “Kuchh bigada to nahi na… Aapne Shehnaaz ko mana liya na… Bas…” he said, shrugging off her concerns.
Malini closed her eyes in exasperation, the frustration of years of planning threatened to boil over. “Balraj… Tumhara ek galat kadam… Mere saalon ki mehnat par paani pher sakta tha… Tumhe andaza bhi hai is baat ka?” Her voice was low, almost a whisper, but the underlying threat was clear.
Balraj rolled his eyes, clearly not taking her seriously. “Mom… Stop it, okay… Wo itni bewakoof hai… ke agar kuch ho jata… uske baad bhi… wo aapko utna hi manati… uski chachi maa…” he mocked, laughing at the absurdity of the situation.
Malini, realizing she couldn’t make him understand, sighed in defeat. “Par maine tumse kaha tha… Thoda dhiraj rakho…”
Balraj’s patience, however, had worn thin. His tone was sharp as he retorted, “Kab tak, Mom… Kab tak… Pichhle kai saalon se main usse paana chahta tha… Aur aap hai ke…” His frustration was palpable, the years of waiting evident in his voice.
Malini, in a rare moment of shamelessness, smiled, “Haan to maine kab mana kiya… Maine tumhe thoda dimag se kaam lene ke liye kaha tha… Agar use kuch ho jata toh…” Her voice trailed off, the cold calculation in her tone chilling.
Balraj yawned rudely, completely dismissing her concerns. “huva toh naho na.. Relax…”
Malini’s frustration turned into fury, “huva to nahi na…? Jiske liye maine usse aaj tak zinda rakha hai… Wo wajah khatam ho jaati… Shehnaaz abhi 21 saal ki nahi hui hai Balraj… Bas tumhe maine aur 2 saal rukne ke liye kaha tha… Jab tak ke uski saari property woh humare naam par nahi kar deti…”
Balraj laughed, finding humor in the twisted situation. “Yeh Rajender bhi kya insaan tha… Khud to aapka shikaar ban gaya… Par jaate jaate yeh musibat humare sar par maar gaya…”
Malini smirked, the memory of her cunning victory over Rajender still fresh. “Sahi kaha tumne… Rajender Bhai Sahab ne apni saari property pehle hi apni beti ke naam kar di thi… Agar will paper mein nahi likha hota… Ke agar Shehnaaz ke 21 saal ke hone tak Shehnaaz ko kuchh ho jaye to uski saari property japt ho jayegi aur trust ko di jayegi… To us din… Mohinder Bhai Sahab aur Jasbeera Bhabhi ke saath-saath… Main isse bhi…” she trtailed off with a hiss.
Balraj groaned, frustrated by the missed opportunity. “Kaash maa… Kaash aap aisa karti… Kam se kam mujhe is ladki ke liye junoon na paida hota…”
Malini rolled her eyes, clearly fed up with the situation. “Is ladki ko itne saalon se jhel rahi hoon… Tang aa chuki hoon yeh pyaar ka naatak rachate rachate..”
Balraj smirked, enjoying the twisted game they were playing. “Relax mom… Jis din Shehnaaz 21 ki ho jayegi… Hum uski saari property apne naam kar lenge… Phir main apni hasrat puri kar loonga aur aap apni hasrat puri kar lena…”
Malini laughed rudely, the thought of their impending victory satisfying her. “Bas 2 saal aur… Phir mera intezaar khatam…”
“aur mera bhi…..” A voice from the shadows interrupted their conversation. It was Mohinder, who had silently joined them, his face twisted with anger and desire.
Malini raised an eyebrow, “Aapki kaunsi hasrat hai ab…”
Mohinder’s voice dripped with bitterness as he spoke, “Darji ne hamesha mujh mein aur bhai sahab me farak kiya… Property ke hisse karte waqt bhi unhone Rajender Bhai Sahab ki side li… apni mumbai ki sari property unke naam kar di… Aur hume yahan… Raste par chhod diya…”
Malini seethed with frustration, echoing his resentment. “Main to aap se hamesha kehti thi ke woh aap mein aur Rajender Bhai Sahab mein farak karte hain… Par aapki aankhon par patti padi thi…”
Mohinder groaned, regretting his past ignorance. “Tum theek kehti thi… Agar tum mujhe unka asli chehra nahi dikhati us shaam… To main bewakoof unko kabhi samajh hi nahi paata…”
Malini smirked, her mind flashing back to that fateful evening when she had manipulated Mohinder into seeing the truth as she wanted him to see it. Mohinder, still fuming, added, “2 aur saal… Phir jo mera hai… Mujhe mil jayega…”
With that, Mohinder angrily stormed out of the room, leaving Malini and Balraj alone.
Balraj turned to his mother, smirking. “Kya aap Papaji ko us shaam ka asli sach kabhi nahi batayengi…?”
Malini’s eyes widened in shock. How did Balraj know? Even Mohinder had never managed to uncover the truth of what had actually happened that evening. How could Balraj possibly know?
She glared at him, her voice low and dangerous, “Tumhe kaise pata…?”
Balraj chuckled, clearly enjoying the upper hand. “Main aap hi ka beta hoon, Mom… Aapke saare raaz jaanta hoon…”
Malini’s anger flared up again. “Apna muh band rakhna Balraj… Varna…”
Balraj smirked, unfazed by her threat. “Aap meri madad karti rahiye… Aur aapka raaz mere paas sahi-salaamat rahega…” With that, Balraj turned and walked away, leaving Malini fuming in his wake.
Malini watched him go, her mind racing. “Mujhe Balraj par nazar rakhni hogi… Uska ek kadam mera saara plan maat de sakta hai…” she thought to herself, realizing that she could no longer fully trust her own son.
Just as she was about to follow him, her eyes fell on the entrance, and she froze in horror. Standing at the door, with expressions of shock and disbelief, were Sam, Shehnaaz, and Dadi Maa.
#Back to Present
Both Sam and Shehnaaz closed their eyes, the weight of their horrifying pasts pressing heavily upon them. The memories they had tried so hard to bury resurfaced, bringing a painful clarity to their shared experiences.
Sam, her voice gentle but filled with resolve, spoke up. “Jo kuch us pariwar ne tumhare sath kiya hai… uske baad… un logon se rishta rakhna meri liye bahut mushkil hai… Mera pariwar tum ho… Tum akeli nahi ho, Shehnaaz… Main hoon tumhara pariwar… Your family…”
Unbeknownst to her, Shehnaaz’s eyes welled up with tears, not just of sorrow but of a deep, unexpected satisfaction. She felt a rare comfort in Sam’s words, a sense of belonging she had longed for.
Suddenly overwhelmed by emotion, Shehnaaz threw her arms around Sam, holding her tightly. Her tears began to flow freely, each drop carrying the weight of her pain and relief.
Sam, surprised but deeply moved, wrapped her arms around Shehnaaz in return. She held her close, consoling her as an elder sister would, her own tears mingling with Shehnaaz’s.
Shehnaaz’s voice trembled as she spoke, “Di…”
The word “Di” sparkled in Sam’s eyes, a precious echo from the past she had missed. The warmth and affection in Shehnaaz’s voice filled Sam with a bittersweet happiness.
Shehnaaz continued, her voice choked with emotion, “We are family, Di.. aap humesha mere pass rehna…”
Sam’s face lit up with a heartfelt smile, tears still shining in her eyes. She hugged Shehnaaz back, her voice filled with love and conviction. “me tumhara sath kabhi nahi chhodungi sama. we are family..”
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A gentle knock on the door pulled Shehnaaz and Sam from their emotional moment, grounding them back in the present.
“Am I disturbing you both?” Simran’s voice was soft, but it carried a hint of concern as she entered the room.
Sam, her smile a mix of exhaustion and warmth, shook her head. “No, of course not. Please, come in.”
Simran offered a reassuring smile as she turned to Shehnaaz. “Dadi maa and Sidharth are done with their discussion. They’re just waiting for you now.”
Shehnaaz nodded, her thoughts still lingering on the heartfelt exchange she had just shared with Sam. Together, they made their way to Dadi maa’s room, their footsteps echoing softly in the quiet corridor.
As they entered, Shehnaaz’s eyes narrowed in confusion. The sight before her was puzzling. Sidharth and Dadi maa stood close to each other, their expressions suspicious and tense.
“Whatttt..??” she knew they were upto something.
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Author’s Note
Dear Readers,
In this chapter, we see Shehnaaz and Sidharth dealing with their emotions and challenges. Shehnaaz is caught between her duties and her personal struggles, showing her strength and vulnerability. Her interactions with Simran and Sam reveal her deep sense of family and the comfort she finds in close relationships, despite her troubled past.
Sidharth’s actions and secretive talk with Dadi maa adds spice to the story. His frustration and confusion are clear, highlighting the complex nature of his feelings for Shehnaaz and their complicated relationship.
This chapter dives into the emotional depth of both characters, showing how their pasts influence their present. Their journey is full of rich, heartfelt moments that move their story forward. Thanks for joining us on this emotional ride.
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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