Chapter 22

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As Shehnaaz reached for her phone, Sidharth followed her closely, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind just as she answered the call. “Haan, Anu…” she managed to say, trying to focus on the conversation despite the warmth of his embrace.
Anu’s voice was casual but laced with concern as she glanced at the time. “Tum dono ka ruthna manana hogya ho toh chale… your parents will doubt,” she reminded, aware of the situation but also teasing them.
Shehnaaz tried to free herself from Sidharth’s grip, gently tugging at his hands, but he only tightened his hold. His fingers pressed deeper into her skin, sending a shiver through her body, causing her to gasp softly. She looked up at him, silently pleading with her eyes for him to let go, but he just smiled, enjoying the moment. Her voice wavered as she responded to Anu, “Haan bas 2 minutes… me just…” Her sentence trailed off into a whisper as she felt his lips brush against the sensitive skin just below her ear. His kisses were soft and deliberate, creating a delicate trail down to her shoulder.
“I won’t let you go until you promise,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, causing her heart to race.
On the other end, Anu smirked, hearing the muffled sounds and guessing what was happening. “Sana, bhai ko bol romance ke liye poori zindagi padi h,” she teased, unable to resist the urge to laugh.
Shehnaaz glanced at Sidharth, her mind in a daze as she repeated Anu’s words without thinking, “Sidharth, romance ke liye poori zindagi padi hai…” The moment the words left her mouth, she realized what she had said, and her eyes widened in embarrassment. Sidharth froze, momentarily shocked by her boldness, and then reluctantly let her go, a mix of surprise and amusement on his face. Anu’s giggles echoed through the phone, adding to Shehnaaz’s mortification.
“Aisa Anu ne kaha… bye…” Shehnaaz quickly clarified, trying to cover up her slip of the tongue. Seizing the opportunity, she attempted to dash away before he could catch her again, but Sidharth was faster. He grabbed her hand, his playful demeanor shifting as something caught his eye. He pulled her closer, his irritation returning as he noticed the mehendi on her hand.
His gaze hardened thinking she had to apply mehendi for someone else, and he possessively lifted her hand to inspect it more closely. But he spotted his name intricately woven into the delicate patterns, he felt a wave of emotions wash over him. For a moment, he just stared at her hand, overwhelmed by the simple yet profound gesture. Then, with a tenderness that took Shehnaaz by surprise, he pressed a kiss to her palm, his lips lingering as if sealing a silent vow.
When he finally looked up at her, his eyes were filled with a mixture of pride and possessiveness. “I will be damned if I let anyone even see my girl… go home… I’ll handle everything,” he said, his voice low and serious.
Shehnaaz’s heart swelled with emotion at his words, and she instinctively moved closer, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. Sidharth responded by kissing her forehead gently, his hand patting her back in a comforting gesture. “Now go before Anu comes here,” he whispered, his tone affectionate yet firm.
Reluctantly, Shehnaaz stepped back, her eyes lingering on him for a moment longer. She leaned in and kissed his chest softly, a gesture of affection and gratitude, before turning to leave without looking back. As she walked away, Sidharth let out a groan, knowing she was probably blushing hard.
He followed her out, only to find her standing beside Anu, who was still giggling, clearly amused by the whole situation. Sidharth tried to compose himself, clearing his throat as he attempted to appear normal. “Anu, you drop Shehnaaz home,” he instructed, his voice steady, though he avoided looking directly at Shehnaaz, who was blushing furiously behind Anu.
Anu took Shehnaaz’s hand and led her away, but Shehnaaz couldn’t help but glance back at Sidharth as she was pulled out of the room. The look in her eyes was filled with a mix of affection and longing, leaving Sidharth shaking his head with a small smile.
“Pagal,” he muttered to himself, amused by her antics. But as the door closed behind them, a more serious thought crept into his mind, and he found himself wondering, “What next…?” The question hung in the air, signaling the uncertainty of their future together, but also the promise of more moments like this, filled with love, laughter, and unspoken dreams.
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It was late in the evening, well past dinner time, yet Shehnaaz’s house was bustling with activity. Relatives filled every corner, their laughter and chatter echoing through the walls. Children ran around, their playful squeals filling the air as they made the most of their time together. The men gathered in the veranda, deep in conversation, while the women were inside, immersed in their own world of sangeet fun, their voices blending with the melody of traditional songs.
Shehnaaz found herself seated in the midst of the ladies, but her mind was far from the festivities. She was barely interested in the celebrations, her thoughts distracted. She kept throwing sharp, annoyed glances at Anu, who was dancing joyfully with Shehnaaz’s friends, clearly having the time of her life. Shehnaaz couldn’t understand what had gotten into Anu—how could she be so carefree when Shehnaaz was feeling so unsettled? Rolling her eyes in frustration, Shehnaaz called out, “Anu… annuuu….” Her voice was louder than usual, desperate to grab Anu’s attention.
Anu, noticing her friend’s irritation, finally made her way over, collapsing beside Shehnaaz with exaggerated exhaustion. “Hayyllaa thak gayi yaar mein,” she panted, trying to catch her breath after the energetic dance.
Without warning, Shehnaaz slapped Anu’s shoulder, her expression a mix of anger and anxiety. She leaned in close, whispering sharply, “Tu agar bhul gayi hai toh… yaha meri engagement kisi aur ke sath horahi hai… na ki tere bhai ke sath…” The weight of her words hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the unsettling reality that she was being forced into an engagement with someone she didn’t love.
Anu winced at the slap, but her lips curved into a mischievous smile as she whispered back, “Chill kar na yaar… bhai ke hote hue kisi me dum nahi h tujhe ring pehna sake…” There was a confidence in Anu’s tone that immediately put Shehnaaz at ease. Shehnaaz knew Anu was right—Sidharth wouldn’t let anyone else claim her, not when he was around.
Shehnaaz’s imagination ran wild, picturing Raj, the man she was supposed to be engaged to, beaten black and blue by Sidharth. She couldn’t help but feel sad for her friend. “Vaise tere jaadugar bhai kaha hai?” she asked, her voice softening, betraying the concern she felt in his absence.
Anu smirked, clearly enjoying Shehnaaz’s growing restlessness. “Patience, meri pyaari would-be bhabhi… patience…” she teased, drawing out the words as if savoring Shehnaaz’s unease. But Shehnaaz wasn’t in the mood for games. She made a face at Anu, her thoughts consumed by the question that had been nagging at her all evening—where was Sidharth? Why wasn’t he here yet?
As if sensing her unease, the other girls pulled Shehnaaz out to the veranda, eager to share a private moment away from the noise inside. Shehnaaz’s mother tried to scold them, urging them to come back inside, but her words fell on deaf ears as the girls ignored her, too caught up in their own excitement.
In the midst of all this, Shehnaaz’s mother watched from a distance, a small smile playing on her lips as she saw her daughter finally smile—a genuine smile that had been missing for so long. She couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, her husband’s decision was right after all.
Shehnaaz was barely paying attention to the chatter around her. The girls were lost in their lively conversations, but her mind was elsewhere. Her phone suddenly buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. She quickly checked the message, her heart skipping a beat when she read it: “How dare you apply red color on your lips?”
Startled, she glanced around, her eyes scanning the room, searching for him. But Sidharth was nowhere in sight. Confused, she quickly typed back, “Aap kahan ho?” Her fingers trembled slightly as she sent the message, anticipation building in her chest.
His reply came almost immediately, as if he was watching her every move. “Go and change the lipstick first.”
A deep blush crept up her cheeks, the color rising to match the very lipstick he was demanding she remove. Without wasting a moment, she stood up abruptly, mumbling an excuse to the others, and hurried inside. Her heart raced as she tried to act casual, though her mind was spinning with thoughts of Sidharth. What was he up to now?
Anu, always quick to notice the subtle exchanges between her brother and Shehnaaz, saw Sidharth approaching the house. She smirked knowingly, thinking to herself, And the war starts…
Meanwhile, outside, Rajender ji was sitting with a group of men, engrossed in their conversation. But his eyes caught sight of Sidharth walking purposefully towards the house, and his expression shifted to one of shock and disbelief.
Not wanting to cause a scene in front of the guests, Rajender ji excused himself and walked straight toward Sidharth. The tension in the air was palpable as the two men stood face to face.
Sidharth, ever respectful despite the underlying tension, smiled softly at Rajender ji. He bent down to touch his feet, a gesture of respect that was met with unexpected resistance. Rajender ji took a step back, his eyes wide with shock. The discomfort was evident in his posture, but Sidharth straightened up, his voice calm as he greeted him, “Sir…”
Rajender ji’s stern expression didn’t waver as he responded in a low but firm tone, “Tu yahan kya kar raha hai… Mumbai me hamari beizzati kam hui jo tu yaha bhi aagya…“ His words were laced with bitterness, a reminder of the unresolved tension between them.
Sidharth sighed softly, knowing that this confrontation was inevitable. He had expected it, but it still hurt. The weight of Rajender ji’s words hung heavily between them, filled with disappointment and anger. But Sidharth was not one to back down easily, especially not when it came to Shehnaaz.
Sidharth stood there, feeling the weight of Rajender ji’s anger bearing down on him. He understood where it was coming from, knew it was justified in many ways. Taking a deep breath, he decided to approach the situation with humility. “Uss din jo bhi mere office mein hua uske liye mai aapse maafi mangta hu sir… Sirf ek baar…” His voice was sincere, pleading for a chance to make things right.
But before he could say more, Rajender ji cut him off sharply, his gaze darting around as if ensuring no one else was listening. “Maafi maang lene se nahi galti kam hoti hai na dard… Aap please yaha se chale jaiye,” Rajender ji’s tone was firm, laced with the bitterness of past wounds that hadn’t yet healed.
He took a step closer, his voice steady but filled with emotion, “Sir, har baat ki ek wajah hoti hai… Mene jo kiya vo galat tha, main manta hu… Par aapko mujhe explain karne ka mauka zaroor dena chahiye.”
But Rajender ji shook his head, resolute in his decision. “Hume aapko koi mauka nahi dena… Aaj hamare ghar me khushi ka mauka hai… Aur main kisi ka dil nahi dukhana chahta… Please majboor na kare.”
Sidharth’s heart clenched at the words “khushi ka mauka.” He couldn’t let this go, not when he knew that Shehnaaz’s happiness was on the line. His voice grew more serious, more determined, as he asked, “Khushi ka mauka…? Jiske liye ye sab kar rahe hai aap… Kya vo khush hai…?”
Rajender ji’s resolve faltered for a moment. He looked away, unable to meet Sidharth’s gaze. The truth in Sidharth’s words stung, but he wasn’t ready to admit it.
Sidharth pressed on, sensing that he was getting through. “Sir, meri ek galti ki wajah se aap apni beti ki zindagi daav par laga rahe hai…” His words were filled with a deep concern, not just for Shehnaaz but for the entire situation that was unfolding.
Rajender ji immediately defended his actions, though his voice lacked the conviction it had earlier. “Aisa kuch nahi hai… Mai uski bhalai ke liye sab—”
This time, it was Sidharth who interrupted, his voice firm and filled with a raw, unfiltered emotion. “Sir, mai pyaar karta hu Shehnaaz se… Aur Shehnaaz mujhse…” The words hung in the air, charged with the intensity of his feelings.
Sidharth’s confession was more than just words; it was a declaration of the truth. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, every beat echoing with the depth of his love for Shehnaaz. He looked at Rajender ji with a determination that couldn’t be shaken, a silent promise that he would do whatever it took to prove himself.
Rajender ji stood there, reeling from the shock of Sidharth’s words. The frankness, the confidence—it was all too much. His eyes darted around, checking if anyone had overheard their conversation. The last thing he wanted was for this to become a public spectacle. He turned back to Sidharth, his voice low but laced with anger. “Ye jhooth hai… Tune mere samne meri beti ko ek jhatke mein naukri se nikal diya tha…”
Sidharth closed his eyes, the weight of his past actions heavy on his conscience. “Mai janta hu, sir… But uski wajah hai… Jo aapko janni boht zaroori hai…” His tone was earnest, pleading for a chance to explain the truth that had been hidden for so long.
But Rajender ji was not swayed. His distrust was deep, rooted in the pain of seeing his daughter hurt. “Mai teri baaton mein bilkul nahi aane wala… Aur vaise bhi kal sagai hai uski… Chala ja yaha se aur uski zindagi se…” His words were final, a command that brooked no argument.
Yet, Sidharth remained composed. A polite smile touched his lips, but his resolve was unwavering. “Ye mumkin nahi hai sir… Mai sachhe dil se koshish kar raha hu ke Mr. Sukhdev Sharma ki sachhai aapke saamne aye jinhone ye galatfehmiya create ki… But ek baat tay hai sir… Shehnaaz ki sagai aur shaadi sirf Sidharth Shergill se hi hogi…”
Before Rajender ji could respond, Jasbeera ji, who had noticed her husband speaking with a young man, approached them. As she neared, Sidharth turned towards her, recognizing immediately who she was. Her resemblance to Shehnaaz was striking, and the warmth in her eyes made him feel a strange sense of comfort.
Sidharth respectfully bent down to touch her feet, and Jasbeera ji, touched by his gesture, patted his head softly, a small smile forming on her lips. There was something about him that drew her in, a connection she couldn’t quite place. “Ji… Puttar, maine aapko…” she began, but before she could finish, Anu appeared beside her, her tone playful yet serious.
“Aunty ji, ye aapke hone wale damad hai…” Anu’s words hung in the air, and the effect was immediate.
Jasbeera ji froze for a moment, realization dawning on her as she connected the dots. She glanced at Sidharth with new understanding, her eyes scanning him with a mother’s instinct. She saw the sincerity in his eyes, the respect he held for her and the love he clearly had for Shehnaaz. Her heart softened, and despite her husband’s disapproving look, she made a surprising decision.
Shocking Rajender ji, Jasbeera ji patted Sidharth’s face lovingly, her kind smile conveying her acceptance. “Rab di meher hai,” she whispered, her voice filled with a strange certainty. With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Rajender ji speechless and Sidharth with a renewed sense of hope.
Sidharth felt a deep surge of emotion as Jasbeera ji’s kind gesture reminded him of his own mother. The gentle touch on his face and the warmth in her eyes brought back memories of the maternal love he had missed for so long. It was a small but significant moment, and it gave him hope. He thought to himself, *Mother-in-law is in my team.*
Just as Sidharth was processing this, Shehnaaz appeared at the door after changing her lipstick, only to be stunned by the sight before her. She saw Sidharth standing with her father and Anu, tension thick in the air. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized the gravity of the situation.
Rajender ji, clearly at his wit’s end, held up his hand in front of Sidharth, desperation evident in his eyes. “Main aapke aage haath jodhta hu…” His voice was low but filled with a plea that he hoped would end this confrontation.
But Sidharth, quick to react, gently grabbed Rajender ji’s hand, stopping him. “Sir, please aap aisaa mat kijiye… Samajhne ki koshish kijiye… Jo aap kar rahe hai usse teen zindaganiya barbaad hongi… Shehnaaz ki, meri, aur uss ladke ki bhi…” His words were filled with genuine concern, a plea for understanding rather than conflict.
Anu, sensing the emotional weight of the moment, sighed softly before stepping forward. “Chacha ji, yaad hai aapne ek baar mere sar par haath rakh ke kaha tha… Ke meri maa ne mujhe bohot acche sanskaar diye hai… Fir kya meri maa vohi sanskaar apne bete ko nahi degi?” Her words were a gentle reminder of the values that had been instilled in their family, values that Sidharth had not strayed from.
Rajender ji looked at Anu, his stern expression faltering as her words struck a chord within him. The love and trust he had always shown towards Anu now made him question his own judgments.
With a heavy sigh, Anu began explaining the truth that had been hidden from Rajender ji. She told him how her uncle had orchestrated this entire situation, using Sukhdev as a pawn in their plan to discredit Sidharth. She explained how Sukhdev had tried to ruin Sidharth’s reputation with a false legal case and how he had manipulated Sidharth into believing that all of it was plotted by Shehnaaz and Rajender ji himself.
Anu continued explaining Sidharth’s perspective, detailing the emotional turmoil he had gone through and how he had been manipulated by Sukhdev. She emphasized the deep love between Sidharth and Shehnaaz, and how even Jasbeera ji had taken a liking to Sidharth, sensing his genuine affection for her daughter.
Rajendra ji stood there, reeling from the revelations. The realization hit him hard as he connected the dots—why Sukhdev had refused to attend the engagement, and how he had been betrayed by someone he trusted. He betrayed me again… and then tried to ruin my Shehnaaz’s life… Hey Wahe Guru ji… Rajendra ji murmured in shock, feeling the weight of his decisions pressing down on him.
Sidharth, noticing the shock and pain on Rajendra ji’s face, felt a deep sense of guilt. He stepped closer, his voice filled with sincerity, “Sir, mere intentions kabhi bhi aapko ya Shehnaaz ko hurt karne ka nahi tha… Main bas galatfehmi ka shikar ho gaya tha.” His tone was earnest, almost pleading for understanding.
Rajendra ji nodded softly, unable to find the right words. The reality of the situation was beginning to sink in, and the misunderstandings were slowly being cleared. Sidharth seized the moment, feeling a bit more hopeful, “Sir, main Shehnaaz se shaadi karna chahta hu.”
But Rajendra ji, though understanding, was still bound by the constraints of tradition and society. He looked away, sighing deeply. “Ab bohot der ho chuki hai… Saare rishtedaar aachuke hain… Kal uski sagai hai…” His voice was heavy with the weight of societal expectations and familial obligations.
Sidharth felt a surge of frustration, but he kept his composure. “Sir…” he began, trying to keep his tone calm, “Todd dijiye ye sagai..”
Rajendra ji let out a mocking laugh, filled with bitterness. “Itna aasan nahi hota yahan… Mumbai ki tarah nahi hai ye… Sethi parivar ne bohot kiya hai hamare liye zaroorat ke waqt… Main haan keh chuka hun…”
Sidharth’s anger bubbled up, though he struggled to keep it in check. “Aur Shehnaaz ki khushi ka kya, sir? ” His voice was firm, his eyes locking with Rajendra ji’s, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation.
Rajendra ji was left speechless, unable to find a response to Sidharth’s unwavering determination. The weight of the decision pressed down on him, and he could see the finality in Sidharth’s eyes—a resolve that wouldn’t be easily swayed.
Sidharth took a deep breath, his voice firm and decisive as he made his intentions clear. “Sagai toh tootegi, ya toh aaj ya kal… Faisla aap kijiye, kyuki Shehnaaz Singh, Shehnaaz Sidharth Shergill hi banegi,” he declared with a sense of finality, leaving no room for doubt.
With those words, Sidharth turned and began to walk away, leaving Rajendra ji standing in silence, stunned with the criticality of the situation. The conflict within him was palpable, torn between the expectations of society and the undeniable truth of his daughter’s happiness.
Just as Sidharth was about to leave, he heard a voice call out from behind, “Suniye…”
The unexpected voice not only grabbed Sidharth’s attention but also drew the curious gazes of Rajendra ji and Anu. Shehnaz walked over, trying to stay under the radar of the other guests, and stood directly in front of Sidharth.
Sidharth, surprised to see Shehnaz making a move in front of her father, raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected her to address him directly now. Rajendra ji was momentarily stuck on the word “suniye,” which was familiar to him only from his wife, Jasbeera’s, lips. Meanwhile, Anu watched with amusement, wondering what Shehnaz had in mind.
Sidharth admired Shehnaz’s endearing presence, her forehead partially covered by her dupatta, adding an extra layer of charm to her already captivating demeanor. Shehnaz looked between her father and Sidharth with a blend of uncertainty and determination.
Taking a deep breath, Shehnaz let out an awkward laugh and, in a burst of spontaneity, gave Sidharth’s hand a light, playful slap.
Anu, witnessing the scene, struggled to keep her giggles in check, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter as she turned her head to hide her amusement.
Rajendra ji watched in bewilderment as Shehnaz’s playful antics unfolded. The man who had been so stern and dominating just moments ago was now subject to gentle slaps from his daughter. Rajendra ji’s confusion grew as he saw the shift in dynamics.
“Ouchh…” Shehnaz exclaimed, not entirely sure how to address the situation. “Aapne shirt kyun nahi change ki?” she asked, leaning in to whisper in Sidharth’s ear before stepping back with an exaggeratedly silly smile, which drew amused glances from Anu and a perplexed look from her father.
Sidharth glanced down at his shirt, puzzled. “Kyun, is shirt mein kya problem hai?” he asked, sounding as if he were a typical husband trying to understand his wife’s complaints about his attire, causing Shehnaz to roll her eyes in exasperation.
Anu, bemused by the situation, asked, “Sana, are you okay?” Shehnaz’s response was a laugh that seemed to confirm she was indeed fine, followed by a pointed glare at Sidharth. “Peeche dekho, peeche,” she whispered urgently, her eyes darting between Sidharth and her father as she tried to hold back her own giggles.
Sidharth, still mystified, turned around to check if something was behind him. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he looked back at Shehnaz, only for Anu to notice the lipstick mark on the back of Sidharth’s shirt. She quickly covered her mouth to stifle a burst of laughter, trying not to draw attention to the comical situation.
Before Rajendra ji could spot the mark, Shehnaz took action. She grabbed Sidharth by the shoulders and spun him around with a dramatic flair, making Sidharth roll his eyes.
“Apka coat kaha hai?” Shehnaz asked with a hint of irritation, noticing that Sidharth wasn’t quite understanding her mood swings.
“In the car,” Sidharth replied, clearly confused by her abruptness.
Shehnaz rolled her eyes dramatically. Rajendra ji, observing their ease with each other, was taken aback. “Tu bahar kyu aayi? Andar jao,” he instructed.
Shehnaz, with a resigned sigh, nodded and said, “Anu, inhe car tak chhodhke aao.” She gave Anu a pointed look, signaling her to handle the situation. Anu quickly placed her palm over the lipstick mark on Sidharth’s shirt and, with a forceful but good-natured push, guided him away from the scene.
Shaking her head in amusement, Shehnaz began laughing again. Her laughter, however, died out quickly as she saw her father’s stern, expressionless face. She turned and headed back inside, her humor fading as she faced the reality of the situation.
Rajendra ji was left standing there, his mind swirling with Sidharth’s bold statement. The ultimatum Sidharth had presented—either the engagement would end today or tomorrow—echoed in his mind, leaving him deeply troubled.
As Anu and Sidharth reached the car, Anu filled him in on the details of the lipstick mark. Sidharth shook his head with a fond smile, muttering to himself about his “mad girl.” He was already feeling a pang of longing, missing Shehnaz despite the brief separation.
Back at home, Rajendra ji struggled to find sleep. His thoughts were consumed by Shehnaz, Sidharth, and Rajbeer. The intense love and respect he had witnessed between Shehnaz and Sidharth made it clear to him that his daughter would never be content with Raj. The realization of how Sukhdev had played with his daughter’s life haunted him, leaving him restless and conflicted about the decisions he now had to face.
Author’s Note
Hello, dear readers!
In this chapter, the emotional and dramatic tension between Sidharth and Shehnaz reaches a crucial turning point. Sidharth’s unwavering commitment to Shehnaz becomes evident as he confronts Rajendra ji, insisting that their love and future together cannot be dismissed. His declaration of love and intent to marry Shehnaz despite the obstacles and opposition from her father underscores the depth of their connection and the strength of their feelings for each other.
The playful and humorous moments between Sidharth and Shehnaz, particularly their interactions involving the lipstick mark, reveal a lighter side of their relationship. Despite the serious nature of their situation, their ability to find humor and joy in each other’s company highlights their deep affection and compatibility. These moments provide a glimpse into their genuine bond and the comfort they find in each other.
As Rajendra ji wrestles with his decision and the consequences of his actions, he begins to realize the true nature of Sidharth and Shehnaz’s relationship. His internal conflict and the haunting realization of Sukhdev’s manipulation add to the story’s emotional complexity. This chapter sets the stage for pivotal decisions and underscores the central theme of enduring love amid challenges.
Thank you for reading.
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Shalaka
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