Chapter 13

The day drew to a close as Shehnaaz walked into Sidharth’s cabin, knocking lightly on the door. Her eyes immediately locked onto Nisha, standing provocatively close to Sidharth in a dress that barely reached her upper knees. A wave of anger surged through her, her blood boiling. Sidharth, engrossed in his work, glanced up with a small smile that quickly vanished as he caught sight of Shehnaaz’s furious expression.

Nisha, clearly annoyed by Shehnaaz’s entrance, sneered, “Shehnaaz, can you please come later? We are discussing something important…”

Those words were like gasoline on the fire burning inside Shehnaaz. She glared at Sidharth with a look that could pierce through steel. Confused by her sudden anger, Sidharth raised his hand to calm Nisha, “Nah, that’s okay. Please come in, Shehnaaz.”

Irritated, Shehnaaz walked in and stood in front of Sidharth’s desk, her eyes still shooting daggers. Sensing the tension, Sidharth turned to Nisha, “That’s all for now. Get these changes done and let me know. If any further amendments are required, I’ll let you know.”

Nisha seethed with anger as she realized Sidharth was deliberately dismissing her. “But sir…” she started to protest.

Sidharth cut her off with a stern look that silenced her instantly. She walked away angrily, muttering under her breath. Sidharth rolled his eyes and went to lock the door, ensuring they wouldn’t be disturbed.

Returning to Shehnaaz, he perched on the edge of the desk beside her. “Kya hua baby?” he asked gently, trying to defuse the tension.

Shehnaaz jumped up from her seat, thrusting her hands on her hips angrily. “Mujhse puch rhe hain kya huva… like sachhi… woh chudail aapke etne kareeb kyu khadi thi?”

Sidharth couldn’t help but find her anger adorable. The way she stood, hands on her hips, eyes blazing, reminded him of a fierce yet lovable warrior. He reached out to gently touch her arm, but she pulled away, her eyes filling with a mix of hurt and anger.

Pulling her softly, Sidharth made Shehnaaz land on his chest and circled his arms around her waist, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Baby, she was just giving me data information… And where did this ‘chudail’ word come from?” he asked, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch gentle yet firm. His hand returned to her waist, grounding them both in the moment.

Shehnaaz made a grumpy face, her frustration evident. “Mujhe nai pasand woh aapke paas… Woh bhi ese chhote chhote kapdo mein,” she mumbled, her voice tinged with jealousy.

Sidharth chuckled softly and kissed her right cheek, watching with fascination as it turned a rosy red. In his deep, sexy voice that never failed to make her go weak, he replied, “Though I like my possessive baby… But it’s the office, na darling? It’s common here.”

Shehnaaz knew what he was doing—using his charm to bring her back to her senses, commanding her mind, body, and soul. She didn’t realize when her fingers began to play with the first button of his shirt. “Par woh aapke itne kareeb… Mujhe nahi achha laga,” she admitted, her voice softer now, almost vulnerable.

Sidharth’s hold tightened around her, pulling her closer. “Mere kareeb aane ka haqq sirf tumhe hai, Shehnaaz,” he groaned, his voice thick with emotion. Moving closer, he closed his eyes and rubbed his nose possessively against hers. “Mujhe chhune ka haqq sirf tumhe hai, Shehnaaz.” His words, raw and heartfelt, made her heart race. “Mujhe satane… Mujhe manane ka… sirf tumhe haqq hai, Shehnaaz.”

Her emotions, a mix of love and desire, bubbled to the surface. “Sidhhaaaath…” she breathed, her voice a whisper of longing.

In his arms, she found her world. Every touch, every word he spoke, wrapped her in a cocoon of love and security. The jealousy and anger that had flared moments ago dissolved, replaced by a deep sense of belonging. She rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a silent promise that he was hers, and she was his.

Her soft call out for him drove Sidharth insane. He almost glared at her, struggling to control the intense effect she had on him. Groaning, he leaned in to inhale her natural cologne that he loved so much.. snapping Shehnaaz back to reality as she remembered they were still in the office. She tried to wriggle out of his arms, which only angered him more. “Don’t mess with me, baby,” he warned, his voice thick with frustration.

Giggling, Shehnaaz tickled him, and he let go of her instantly with a shriek. Laughing, she quickly moved away while he gave her a stern warning look, “Come here… Now.”

She reached the door, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Office hai… Samjho na…” she teased, knowing she had won this round.

Irritated, Sidharth tried to reach for Shehnaaz  but she quickly left the cabin. As she settled into her chair, her phone buzzed. She eagerly opened the message, seeing it was from Sidharth. Her heart raced with excitement as she read his text: “Remember yesterday’s promise of punishment… Sharp 8 in my car downstairs.”

She gulped, her excitement mixed with a tinge of nervousness. She had completely forgotten about the punishment he had mentioned.

As the clock neared eight, Shehnaaz made her way downstairs, her mind buzzing with anticipation. She spotted Sidharth already in the car, sitting in the driver’s seat. Without hesitation, she slipped into the seat beside him, her heart pounding.

He Helped her out the seat belts on and she sensed the tension between them.. .he was angry as she had tricked him… She had messed with him… The mere thought and she gulped her saliva anxiously.

Sidharth glanced at her, his eyes dark with intensity. The silence in the car was thick with unspoken words and simmering tension. He started the engine, and they drove off, the city lights blurring into streaks of color outside the window.

He drove in silence while Shehnaaz gazed out the window, lost in her thoughts. She didn’t realize when sleep overtook her, but when she woke up, she found herself wrapped tightly in Sidharth’s embrace. He was deep asleep beside her, his face serene and peaceful. She looked around and realized they were in the same cozy cottage where they had stayed last time. It was past 11, and she knew Sidharth must be hungry.

Carefully, she slipped out of his hug and made her way to the kitchen. Not wanting to make anything too fancy, she decided on soup and pasta. The rhythmic chopping of vegetables and the bubbling of the pot were the only sounds in the quiet kitchen. Once the meal was ready, she took the tray upstairs to the bedroom and placed it on the table beside the sofa.

When she went to wake him, she noticed his hands restlessly searching for her. A tender smile spread across her face. Sitting beside him, she brushed her fingers through his hair. “Sidharth… utho na…”

Feeling her warmth, he turned towards her, resting his head in her lap. “Hmmm,” he mumbled in his sleep, the sound barely coherent. Shaking him gently, she finally woke him up. He looked at her with a sweet smile, his eyes filled with love and adoration.

“Kahan chali gayi thi?” he complained softly, rubbing his eyes to shake off the remnants of sleep.

“Kuch khane ke liye bana rahi thi,” she replied, getting up to serve a plate for him. While he went to freshen up, she busied herself in the kitchen. When he returned, he saw her serving another plate, and he took it from her hands, setting it aside.

Confused, Shehnaaz looked at Sidharth as he picked up his plate and sat comfortably on the sofa. “Main na khao? Yeh punishment hai?”

“Shut up,” Sidharth replied, rolling his eyes at her stupid conclusion. He then reached out for her hand. When she gave it, he pulled her lovingly into his lap and placed the plate onto her lap. “We’ll share from one plate.”

She looked into his eyes and smiled from the bottom of her heart, her joy radiating and flooring him completely. He always made her feel so special with the smallest gestures. Returning her smile, he kissed her S-shaped earring. “I am waiting baby…”

Shehnaaz fed him the first bite, then took one for herself as he held the plate. “By the way, kis khushi mein aapne mujhe kidnap kiya hai?”

Sidharth remained silent, savoring each bite of food as she fed him, giving up hope that he would reply. Once they were done, he went downstairs to keep the plate, while she cleaned her hands in the washroom.

When she came out, she noticed a black saree laid out on the bed with a note asking her to wear it. Blushing, she picked up the saree and attempted to put it on. She fumbled with the fabric, feeling a bit clumsy since she wasn’t used to wearing sarees. She was doing her hair in front of the dressing table when she saw Sidharth standing rooted in the doorway, a bowl of ice cream in his hands, his eyes wide with admiration.

His gaze traveled over her, taking in every detail. The black saree clung to her perfectly, accentuating her beauty. Shehnaaz’s heart fluttered under his intense gaze. 

She got up immediately and looked at him apprehensively, her heart skipping a beat as she saw him walk towards her in a daze. Coming closer, he carelessly set the ice cream aside, nearly letting it slip as his eyes were fixated on the heavenly beauty clad in the black saree. His heart swelled with extreme pleasure and pride, knowing she was his, only his.

Every curve of her body was so perfect that it left him devastated. His intense gaze made her blush, and she looked down immediately, but he grabbed her chin and pulled her closer, hating the mere distance between them. His arm circled her bare waist, sending chills down her spine.

“Dance with me,” he demanded softly, walking her to the center of the bedroom. The dim light added to the romantic atmosphere, making everything feel surreal. Shehnaaz’s heart thudded as her hand rested on his chest, his arm wrapped around her back, guiding her in slow, gentle steps. His fingers on her skin did things she couldn’t express, his touch igniting a fire within her. His eyes, filled with complete possessiveness, stared into her almond ones, telling her everything he felt.

He told her how much she belonged to him by the way he held her, his grip firm yet tender, his movements speaking of a love so deep it left her breathless. With each step, each turn, he made her feel cherished and adored. The world outside ceased to exist as they moved together, lost in their own little universe.

Shehnaaz’s hand trembled slightly as she clung to him, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat against her palm. It was as if their hearts were beating in unison, a silent promise of forever. Sidharth’s hand slid up her back, caressing her softly, making her shiver with delight. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, whispering sweet nothings that made her blush even more.

Their dance was a symphony of emotions, each step a note, each touch a melody. Sidharth’s eyes never left hers, his gaze so intense that it felt like he was looking into her soul. He wanted to convey his love, his desire, and his commitment to her with every movement, every caress. Shehnaaz felt overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings, her heart swelling with love and gratitude.

As the song ended, they stood still, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world around them fading into oblivion. Sidharth cupped her face gently, his thumb tracing her lips. “tum sirf meri ho..,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. “And I’ll never let you forget that.”

His lips hovered just above hers, their breath mingling in the narrow space between them. His eyes bore into hers with an intensity that spoke volumes, conveying his desperate need to make her his. Frustration surged through him, and he let out a low, primal roar, the sound vibrating through his chest. Shehnaaz, startled by the raw emotion, instinctively hid her face in his chest, her soft touch soothing the storm within him.

He wanted to make sure she was in his arms at night, to feel her warmth against him as they slept. He wanted to wake up to her every morning, her presence a soothing balm to his restless soul. He wanted her to bear the flames of his desire in the darkest hours of the night, to be the light that guided him through his deepest cravings.

He wanted her all for himself, his heart refusing to share her with anyone or anything else. She was his, and he needed to ensure she understood that with every fiber of her being.

Sidharth pulled back slightly, enough to see her face, his hands framing her cheeks gently but firmly. “tumhare bina ab ek pal bhi mushkil sa lagta hai,” he mumbled, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down her spine. “Every part of you belongs to me, and I won’t share you with anyone.”

Shehnaaz’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath catching at the intensity of his words. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of love and vulnerability. “me apse dur reh bhi nai paungi..” she whispered, her voice trembling but sincere. “has sans me sirf aap hi hai..”

His eyes softened at her words, a tender smile tugging at his lips. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, pouring all his love and desire into it. She responded with equal fervor, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.

The world around them ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other.  The kiss deepened, a silent promise of their unbreakable bond.

In that moment, surrounded by the dim light and the warmth of each other’s embrace, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, their love would always prevail. They were each other’s strength, each other’s solace, and nothing could ever change that.

His girl was in his embrace, safe and happy. The thought alone was so satisfying. Sidharth was blown away by the immense love she held in her heart for him.

He knew he wasn’t the perfect guy. He had a past, and his temper often painted him as the typical angry young man. Yet, Shehnaaz accepted every flaw without complaint, embracing and nurturing them. He realized that she was the only one he would ever want, and he couldn’t imagine surviving without her anymore.

Bending down, he placed an audible kiss right on her cupid bone, feeling her restless breath against his lips. He kissed her there multiple times, each one more intense than the last. She wasn’t exactly thin, and he loved the feel of her soft, curious skin beneath his lips.

Author’s Note