Chapter 9

Sidharth didn’t like that. “Uska khayal rakhen ke liye main hoon na,” he said, his voice edged with frustration.

Dad smiled gently, “Tum uske dost ho Sidharth, par usse yaar ki zarurat hai… ek sathi ki… jaise tumne Simran ko chuna hai, thik usi tarah.”

Sidharth felt a wave of discomfort wash over him. This meant he would no longer be Shehnaaz’s first priority. He couldn’t understand his own unease but chose to ignore it. Without another word, he retreated to his room, lost in thought.

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“Usse sach bata de,” said Hameer, standing behind her with Uttara.

His words jolted Shehnaaz back to reality. What the hell was she doing? She had promised herself she wouldn’t cry, that she wouldn’t let her past overwhelm her present. Yet, here she was again.

Just then, she remembered that Sidharth had left. She stood up abruptly, searching Hameer’s eyes for answers.

Hameer sighed, “He went back to Delhi.”

Shehnaaz’s smile was a confusing one. It wasn’t happy, nor was it sad. It was a mix of emotions she couldn’t untangle.

Uttara spoke painfully, “Tu usse sach kyu nahi bata deti?”

Shehnaaz looked away, “Kaunsa sach?”

Uttara rolled her eyes, “Yahi ke tu usse pyar karti hai.”

Shehnaaz glared at her, “Jo hai hi nahi, use Sidharth ko kya batati?”

Hameer, fed up, snapped, “Natak mat kar Shehnaaz. Ye jo mask pehna hai na tune, nikal ke fek de usse. Ye tujhe dard ke alava kuchh nahi dega.”

Shehnaaz looked away angrily, “Will you both just shut up? Mujhe pata hai main kya kar rahi hoon. Aur achha hi huva ke Sidharth chala gaya. Hope he will not come back.”

Uttara sighed, “And what if he never comes back?”

Shehnaaz looked at Uttara, completely blank. The thought struck her deeply, but she refused to accept it.

She mocked herself, “Even better. Woh uski zindagi mein khush aur main apni.”

Hameer, anger rising, shouted, “Shut up Shehnaaz, just shut your so-called drama. Na tum khush ho na woh. Kyu khel rahi ho sabki zindagi ke sath?”

Shehnaaz looked away, “For God’s sake, main kisi ki zindagi ke sath nahi khel rahi. Mujhe pata hai mujhe kya chahiye aur kya nahi.”

Uttara, worried for her friend, said, “Woh hum dekh hi rahe hain. To 5 min pehle kyu ro rahi thi Sidharth ka naam lekar?”

Shehnaaz looked away yet again.

Hameer sighed, “Muh fer lene se sach badal nahi jayega. Batana kyu ro rahi thi? Koi jawab nahi hai na ab?”

Frustrated, Shehnaaz retorted, “Hai mere paas jawab. I just got carried away with the past, that’s it.”

Uttara looked at Hameer, “Why are we even speaking to her? Woh bahot badi ho gayi hai. She needs no one, not even us. And we like fools are still longing for our old Shehnaaz.”

Shehnaaz closed her eyes, knowing she was losing them too.

Hameer asked softly, “Kya hum bhi chale jaye? Tujhe humari bhi nahi jarurat ab?”

Shehnaaz, pained, finished, “It was great spending time with you both.”

Hameer and Uttara left instantly, knowing she was trying to push them away. They knew she needed them but couldn’t stand to see her ruining her life.

Shehnaaz collapsed to the floor, breaking down completely. “Why did you come back, Sidharth? You ruined everything once again and left me to die in this hell,” she sobbed, her tears flowing freely.

Her past had destroyed everything. The last two years had been the worst nightmare of her life. She sometimes thought, what if he hadn’t left for London? Maybe everything would have been the same. But life couldn’t be that simple.

The darkness had engulfed her. She was lost in the warmth of loneliness to the extent that she had started loving it. It was familiar now, never leaving her sight. She was trapped in a maze of unknown loneliness, unable to find her way out. She had tried, but she was lost, far from her past.

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Sidharth locked himself in his bedroom, breaking down on the floor. The realization that he had lost Shehnaaz forever was too painful. He had lost his best friend, and there was no way to get her back.

The beautiful past they shared now haunted him. Those moments laughed at his loneliness without her. He could still feel their hugs and kisses over every silly reason. His innocent Shehnaaz, his best friend, was lost in this mean world.

The window banged shut with the roaring winds, bringing him back to reality. His smile vanished, replaced by fresh tears. How would he make her understand that he didn’t mean those harsh words? It was just his anger speaking.

He was filled with guilt. How could he express to her what her happiness meant to him? His world began where her happiness and smiles lay. He smiled when she smiled, giggled when she laughed, and lived when she enjoyed her life.

He went to the window and opened it. The winds were wild, and he knew a storm was coming. It mirrored the storm in his heart. He was bleeding with guilt for being the reason for her tears, the reason for their breakup, and the endless distance between their hearts.

He still wished for the beautiful life they had when they were best friends, fighting over silly things, hugging and kissing each other endlessly. When they were each other’s first priority and distance didn’t exist. But he knew it was the end, the end of their sweetest friendship.

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A month passed, and nothing changed. Every second, every minute, every moment felt like hell for both of them. No calls, no messages. They hadn’t contacted each other since that painful moment.

Shehnaaz had consoled herself to live without him again. She didn’t talk to Uttara and Hameer either, immersing herself completely in work. Sameer tried to reach out, but she didn’t respond, nor did she give him any appointments. He was left confused by her sudden attitude, and his curiosity about her increased.

Sidharth’s condition was worse. Hurting Shehnaaz made him feel guilty every moment. He felt ashamed for making her cold and distant. He believed he was the reason she left Delhi. To keep himself busy, he joined Shukla Constructions, knowing Dadi Maa was in touch with Shehnaaz, which gave him some relief.

He even avoided talking to Simran, which irritated her. She was confused and angry at his sudden behavior. Despite clearing their previous fights, his avoidance drove her crazy. She finally decided to come to India to solve everything soon.

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Sidharth was working in the office, thinking about Shehnaaz. She didn’t know how to take care of herself, which made him angry at himself again. He always knew this, yet he left her for two years.

What if Dadi Maa was there? He was closest to her. He left her alone against her wish. He could have convinced her to stay in the Shukla mansion with Dadi Maa, but his ego took over.

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#FLASHBACK

Shehnaaz cried, “Tu kehna kya chahta hai? Main tujhe tera sapna pura karne se rok rahi hoon?”

Sidharth, frustrated, replied, “Haan, tu mere aur mere dad ke sapne ke bich aa rahi hai. Ab khush?”

He didn’t realize his words, but they broke Shehnaaz’s heart. How could he say that to her? Unaware of her pain, Sidharth continued, “Suna liya jo sunna tha? Ab mujhe aur bachpana nahi chahiye. Aur khabardar jo mujhse muh fera toh. Mujhe packing mein teri madat chahiye. Samajhi tu?”

He left angrily, unaware she was broken on her knees.

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Two days passed. Shehnaaz didn’t come to Shukla mansion. Sidharth’s anger boiled. It had been nine days since she last came. Dadi Maa went to check on her daily, but his ego kept him from asking.

A week before leaving for London, the thought troubled him. He knew how scared Shehnaaz was of her so-called brother, Balraj. Leaving her alone with him was unacceptable. But this stupid Shehnaaz wasn’t talking to him.

Two more days passed. Still, no Shehnaaz. Sidharth’s ego stopped him from going to her. He noticed Dadi Maa was angry with him but didn’t know why. He concluded it was because of his anger at Shehnaaz.

He needed to start packing, but Shehnaaz always did it for him. He giggled, remembering how he would shout her name when something was missing, and she would find it in seconds. He was already missing her. How would he stay in London without her?

his heart dropped to stomach as realization finally downed upon him.. how on the earth could he be getting angry on sana in this situation.. he always knew she can’t stay without him.. him and ddi maa were her everything…

she must be so confused.. so scared.. so emotional.. she is just a baby for god sake.. how could he be getting angry on her instead of understanding her … he felt utterly stupid and guilty for his reckless behaviour….

Sidharth ran to her house, feeling guilty. He found her sleeping, her cheeks stained with dried tears. He gently wiped them away, whispering apologies and promises. He kissed her forehead softly, not wanting to wake her.

Sidharth’s voice was a mere whisper, barely audible as he spoke from the depths of his remorse, “I am sorry Sana… Sidharth is very bad na…always hurts you…I am sorry…yaar maaf kar dena…” His hands trembled slightly as he reached up, catching his ears between his fingers in a gesture of sincere apology. “Tujhe pata hai mujhe kitna gussa aata hai…” he murmured, the weight of his guilt pressing heavily on his shoulders. With a tender touch, he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing against her soft skin. “Dekho, maine kaan bhi pakad liya…sorry na…aaj ke baad main kabhi bhi gussa nahi karunga tujh pe…sachhi…”

As he spoke, his heart ached to see her so vulnerable and unresponsive, lost in a world of sleep. He adjusted the duvet carefully over her, ensuring she was warm and comfortable. The sight of her serene smile, even in slumber, tugged at his heartstrings. “Meri Shehnaaz muskurate huye hi pyari lagti hai…” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. “I am sorry, maine tujhe rulaya…main promise karta hoon main jaldi vapas aaunga…main tere saath kabhi kuch galat nahi hone dunga Sana… kabhi bhi nahi…main door hua toh kya…meri nazar humesha tujh par rahegi… main sab sambhal lunga…tujhe pareshan hone ki koi zaroorat nahi hai…”

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on her hair, his heart full of regret and longing. “Meri pyari Naaz…” he whispered lovingly, his voice barely more than a breath. With that, he rose reluctantly, his heart heavy with the weight of his departure. He turned to leave, careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber.

As he exited the room, he encountered Malini aunty in the hallway. The gravity of the situation was evident in his tired eyes.

Sidharth said quietly, “Aunty, jab Shehnaaz uth jaye, to usse kahiyega ke maine use bulaya hai…”

Malini’s smile was gentle but tinged with concern, “Ji beta… main use keh dungi…”

Sidharth hesitated for a moment before continuing, “Umm… aunty, maine suna Balraj aa raha hai…”

Malini’s response was steady, “Haan, wo next week aa raha hai…”

Sidharth’s voice carried a hint of worry, “Aunty, mujhe galat mat samajhiye… par aap jaanti hai Balraj ka behaviour Shehnaaz ke saath… please uska dhyaan rakhiyega…”

Malini’s smile was soft but carried a trace of sadness, “Tumhare hote wo kuchh nahi kahega usse… tum pareshan mat ho…”

Sidharth sighed, his frustration palpable, “Actually, aunty, main London ja raha hoon 2 saal ke liye…”

Malini’s surprise was evident, “Whaat… umm, mera matlab achanak beta…?”

Sidharth nodded, his tone serious, “Haan, wo post graduation complete karne ke liye… isliye maine kaha ki uska dhyaan…”

Malini’s sigh was resigned, “Tum fikar mat karo beta… hum sab hain na…”

Sidharth forced a smile, “Thank you, aunty… ab main chalta hoon aur haan, Shehnaaz ko zaroor keh dijiye… wo mujhse thodi naraz hai…”

Malini assured him, “Haan haan, main bol dungi…”

As Sidharth departed, his emotions were a turbulent storm. He stormed into his own space, unable to control the surge of anger and frustration. In a fit of rage, he hurled a flower vase against the floor, the sound of shattering glass echoing his inner turmoil.

The disbelief was almost palpable. “How could Shehnaaz ignore my message and go out shopping with Uttara?” he seethed. The confusion and anger were written all over his face. She was his Shehnaaz, someone who had always listened to him. How could she be so indifferent now?

His frustration reached a boiling point as he yelled, “Raghu Kakaaaaaaaaaa!”

Raghu kaka, frightened, hurried in. Sidharth’s eyes were fiery as he ordered, “Sham tak mujhe mera sara saman packed chahiye… 2 din baad mujhe jana hai…”

Raghu kaka looked bewildered, “Par Shehnaaz baby…”

Sidharth’s glare was icy, “Koi zaroorat nahi uski, Raghu kaka.”

Raghu kaka swallowed hard and nodded, “Ji beta…”

Sidharth stormed out, his emotions raw and exposed.

At the airport, Dadi maa approached with concern. “Bete, aap theek hain…”

Sidharth averted his gaze, the frustration evident in his voice, “Mujhe kya hua hai… main bilkul theek hoon…”

Dadi maa sighed, “Aap itne naraz hain usse…?”

Sidharth’s frustration bubbled over, “Main kyun naraz honga? Usse koi farak nahi padta, toh phir main kyun…”

Dadi maa’s voice was gentle, “Sidharth…”

The floodgates of his emotions opened as he poured out his heart, “Toh main kya karu, Dadi maa… 2 hafte ho gaye… main uske paas 2 baar ja chuka hoon… ab aur kitni maafi maangu? I just can’t believe, Dadi maa, wo mujhe last goodbye tak nahi boli…”

Dadi maa closed her eyes, understanding the depth of his pain but feeling helpless.

Sidharth’s voice was filled with hurt, “Maine to socha tha, airport par mujhe tight hug karte huye aayegi… aur mujhe chhodegi hi nahi… roye gi, chillayegi… mujhe dategi… maar dengi… par wo toh ek baar milne tak nahi aayi…”

Dadi maa’s worry shifted to Shehnaaz, “Sidharth, humne bhi usse 2-3 din se nahi dekha… maybe kuchh…”

Sidharth’s voice dripped with sarcasm, “Kuchh nahi, sab natak hai uske… usse achhi tarah pata hai ke I can’t handle her silence… isliye… usse lagta hai ke agar wo mujhse baat nahi karegi toh main nahi jaunga…”

Dadi maa giggled, her eyes glistening with tears.

Sidharth wiped his own tears, “Kyu kar rahi hai wo mere sath aisa…?”

Dadi maa smiled through her tears, “Aap hi ne usse itna ziddi banaya hai… aaj tak uski har wish aapne puri ki… aur kabhi galti se aapne usse mana kar diya to woh muh mod leti… apna jhootha gussa dikhakar… wo aap maan lete…”

Sidharth managed a bittersweet smile, “Maine hi usse itna ziddi bana diya hai… Dadi maa, main kaise jao, usse mile bina?”

Dadi maa’s voice was soft, “Bete, maine uske ghar phone kiya tha… par Malini ne kaha ke wo ghar par nahi hai…”

Sidharth’s frustration resurfaced, “Usse hazaar baar bola maine ek mobile le lo… main deta hoon… par ye ladki kisi ki bhi baat nahi maanti…”

Dadi maa’s reassurances were calm, “Sidharth, main hoon na uska khayal rakhne ke liye… aap kyu pareshan ho rahe hain…”

Sidharth sighed deeply, “Dadi maa, aap uska khayal rakhna please… us pagal ko to itni si bhi akal nahi hai…”

Dadi maa chuckled, “Main aapse uski phone par baat karwa dungi… ab jayiye… flight ka time ho raha hai…”

Sidharth hugged Dadi maa tightly, tears escaping his eyes. “Dadi maa, apna bhi khayal rakhna… warna ab main nahi apko Shehnaaz ke gusse se bachane ke liye…”

Dadi maa’s chuckle was tinged with warmth, “…ab mujhe kaun bachayega…”

Sidharth’s smile was mixed with sadness, “Dadi maa, aap bhi na… main chalta hoon… aur haan please usse mana lijiyega… plz plz…”

Dadi maa nodded, her thoughts already occupied with how she would handle Shehnaaz.

As Sidharth made his way out, his heart felt like it was breaking. The tears flowed freely, pulling him back to the present. He longed desperately to see Shehnaaz, to hold her in his arms, to feel her warmth and love just one more time.

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the bang open of door brought him back to reality. . His eyes widened in disbelief as his eyes finally fell on the person stading in front of him..

“Tum……..”

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Shehnaaz was deeply engrossed in her work, her eyes scanning the file with intense focus. The quiet of her office was interrupted by the abrupt ring of her phone, jarring her concentration. Her irritation was palpable as she picked up the call.

“Tasha, I told you not to disturb me for some time,” Shehnaaz’s voice was sharp, reflecting her frustration.

Tasha, sounding nervous, replied, “I’m sorry, ma’am… but Mr. Wahi needs to speak with you urgently.”

Shehnaaz’s frown softened as she recognized the name. “Wahi uncle?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Tasha confirmed.

Shehnaaz let out a resigned sigh. “Alright, connect me.”

Tasha swiftly connected the call, and Shehnaaz straightened in her chair, her demeanor shifting to a warm smile as she greeted Mr. Wahi. “Yes, Uncle… how are you?”

Mr. Wahi’s voice held a playful note. “Oh, so finally, Shehnaaz Gill has time to talk to her uncle.”

Shehnaaz shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “It’s not like that, Uncle. I’ve just been incredibly busy these days.”

Mr. Wahi’s tone softened with understanding. “I know, beta. Don’t worry, I’m not upset. Just wanted to discuss our project.”

Shehnaaz’s curiosity piqued. “Oh, the project? I had a meeting with Mr. Sameer last month… and…”

Mr. Wahi chuckled, the sound warm and reassuring. “Mr. Sameer? Sounds good.”

Shehnaaz giggled lightly. “Uncle, when was the last time you were serious?”

Mr. Wahi laughed softly. “So, tell me.”

Shehnaaz continued, her voice steady but eager. “Yes, so we discussed the basics, and my team has already completed the blueprints.”

Mr. Wahi’s admiration was evident. “That’s excellent. Let’s arrange a meeting soon so you can start with the construction.”

Shehnaaz nodded. “Sure, I’ll check my schedule and get back to you with the earliest date for the meeting.”

Mr. Wahi’s voice was filled with warmth. “Okay, beta. I’ll be waiting.”

Shehnaaz’s smile was genuine as she replied, “Okay, Uncle. Take care.”

“you too, bye,” Mr. Wahi said, and with that, the call ended.

As the call disconnected, Mr. Wahi turned to Sameer, who had been waiting impatiently. “Here you are, done.”

Sameer grinned and hugged his father. “Thanks, Dad. You’re the best.”

Mr. Wahi smiled back, with a hint of reproach. “You could have handled that yourself.”

Sameer shrugged. “How, Dad? Shehnaaz wasn’t even picking up her phone.”

Mr. Wahi sighed. “She must be busy with work. Otherwise, she’s always so professional.”

Sameer rolled his eyes. “You tell me that… she calls me Mr. Sameer. I mean, what’s the issue with calling me Sameer?”

Mr. Wahi laughed. “Sameer, I’m getting a hint feeling…”

Sameer looked puzzled. “About what?”

Mr. Wahi’s gaze was curious. “You and Shehnaaz… is there something more there? Do you like her?”

Sameer cleared his throat, trying to mask his surprise. “What? Dad, you’re being funny. No way. And if Shehnaaz found out, she’d probably make me disappear from Mumbai. have you seen her eyes… they’re intense.”

Mr. Wahi chuckled. “Oh, Sameer, stop acting like a child. I can’t believe you’re my son. Your mother and I had a love marriage. And you’re scared of a girl?”

Sameer rolled his eyes. “Stop overacting, Dad. You know how serious she is.”

Mr. Wahi’s tone was knowing. “So, I was right…”

Sameer looked at him, bewildered. “Right about what?”

Mr. Wahi winked. “You have feelings for Shehnaaz, don’t you?”

Sameer tried to hide a smile. “Dad, it’s not like that. She’s very different, and I’d like to get to know her better.”

Mr. Wahi embraced Sameer. “That’s the spirit. She’s a fantastic person.”

Sameer smiled, appreciating his father’s support.

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As Shehnaaz hung up from Mr. Wahi, she closed her eyes, longing for solitude and peace. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She craved a deeper kind of loneliness, beyond what she already felt—a solitude where her heart’s  storm could be silenced by her thoughts.

She yearned to be the Shehnaaz who could command attention with just a look, to be strong and unyielding. She couldn’t afford to be the vulnerable Shehnaaz who had run after Sidharth, who had left her for two years—an eternity of separation without a single meeting.

Was his anger so important that he couldn’t even face her once?

The pain of his departure was still raw, a wound that seemed to bleed fresh every day. He had told her she was an obstacle to his dreams, and then he left without a glance back.

How could he do that?

#FLASHBACK

The sting of his harsh words had been unbearable. After he said those painful things, he walked away, leaving her shattered. Shehnaaz’s tears had flowed uncontrollably, a river of sorrow she couldn’t stem. How could he believe that she would be a hindrance to his success? The words he had spoken were cruel, uncharacteristic of the Sidharth she knew.

She hated him—hated him fiercely. Her heart ached with the realization that he was the one person she could not live without. He was her best friend, her confidant, and the thought of him leaving her was unbearable. The two years of separation felt like a lifetime of punishment.

In her anguish, she prayed to the heavens. “Wahe, Guruji.. wo kyu ,ujhse dur jana chahta hai..?”

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Shehnaaz’s tears continued to fall, unrelenting. She wanted to confront him, to resolve things, but she had been struck down with a fever, which kept her bedridden. Dadi Maa had come to visit, her worry evident as she checked on her. Shehnaaz’s fever was an additional burden, making her feel even more isolated from Sidharth.

The pain of his absence was compounded by her own physical weakness. She couldn’t face him, not while his harsh words echoed in her mind. She was terrified that his words had some deeper truth. If she saw him, she might crumble under the weight of his disdain.

After a period of relentless crying, exhaustion had finally claimed her, and she drifted into a troubled sleep. In her dreams, she felt his touch, his warmth. It was a fleeting comfort—a gentle caress on her cheek, a kiss on her forehead. She wished he were there, holding her, apologizing for his anger.

But when she woke, the warmth was gone, replaced by a chilling emptiness. She felt the void of his presence, the reality that he hadn’t come to see her. The days stretched endlessly, and his absence became an ever-present ache.

She couldn’t bear the thought that he might have left for London without seeing her. Dadi Maa had come often, but Shehnaaz had kept her true feelings hidden, only showing a façade of indifference. She knew that if she confronted Dadi Maa, she would have to face the truth.

Determined to confront her feelings and Sidharth’s intentions, she resolved to visit him, but before she could make her move, Uttara appeared, dragging her away for shopping.

Shehnaaz resisted, her heart still focused on Sidharth. “Uttara, I can’t come. I need to help with Sidharth’s packing.”

Uttara’s patience wore thin. “I don’t want to hear excuses. You haven’t stepped out in two weeks. Let’s go.”

Shehnaaz sighed, resigned. “Uttara, please understand… I need to be there for Sidharth.”

Uttara was puzzled. “But his packing is already done.”

The shock of her words hit Shehnaaz hard. “What?”

The realization of his indifference cut deep. If he didn’t need her help for packing, then what was left? Her heart ached, and she felt the sting of rejection. Anger flared up, and she decided to go with Uttara, if only to escape the suffocating pain.

As they shopped, Uttara was energetic, but Shehnaaz was lost in her sorrow. Each moment felt like a reminder of his absence, each store a reminder of her heartbreak.

She wanted to run to him, to hide in his arms, to cry and demand an apology. She longed for his teddy bear, his chocolates, his comforting presence.

In a moment of clarity, she decided to call home, to ask about Sidharth.. or at least to find out his departure date..

“Hello,” answered Raghu Kaka.

“kaka…me Shehnaaz bol rahi hun…jara Dadi maa phone dijiyena…?”

Raghu Kaka’s response was jarring. “arre Shehnaaz baby..aap ko pata nahi aaj Sidharth baba london ja rahe hai..sab airport par gaye hai..unhe vida karne…”

The phone slipped from Shehnaaz’s hand, and her heart sank. She ran, the adrenaline pushing her to the brink.

Her breaths came in ragged gasps as she reached the airport.

Author’s Note

Dear Readers,

Thank you for joining Shehnaaz and Sidharth on this emotional journey. In this chapter, we dive  deep into Shehnaaz’s heartache and vulnerability, exploring the impact of Sidharth’s departure on her life. Her struggle to balance her professional duties with her emotional turmoil is a reflection of the inner conflict many of us face when dealing with personal loss and heartache.

As Shehnaaz deals with her feelings of abandonment and confusion, I wanted to capture the raw intensity of her emotions and the pain of unspoken words. This chapter is a window into the complexity of relationships, the hurt caused by misunderstandings, and the longing for closure that many of us can relate to.

I hope you find resonance in Shehnaaz’s journey and continue to support her as she fights through her battle. Your empathy and connection to the characters mean the world to me.

Thank you for being the awesome reader.

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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