Chapter 14

Shehnaaz was deeply lost in her thoughts, mumbling to herself, when a loud knock on the door jolted her back to reality.

With a roll of her eyes, she called out loudly, “Aa rahi hun..” She moved to open the door, expecting her sister Payal to be on the other side. However, her eyes widened in shock as she found an extremely angry Sidharth Shukla standing there instead.

She gulped hard, her face shifting into a puppy-like expression of innocence as she cleared her throat nervously. “Umm.. tu.. tum..”

Sidharth didn’t utter a single word. He barged in, almost pushing her aside, and locked the door behind him with a decisive click.

Shehnaaz gasped at his sudden action, her heart pounding as she looked at him. His eyes were locked onto her with an intensity that made her feel both scared and exposed.

She tried to muster a reluctant, idiotic smile but found herself looking around nervously. “Shehnaaz, dar mat.. bol de.. warna aaj tuze Shukla ji chhodega nahi… bol de Shehnaaz…” she muttered to herself, urging herself to speak up before things got worse.

Sidharth’s irritation was palpable. Here he was, desperate to hear just one word from her, and she was standing there, talking to herself. “God, this girl…” he thought, his frustration mounting.

Not wasting another second, Sidharth grabbed her wrists, pinning her against the door. His hard, muscular body pressed tightly against her delicate frame, leaving no space for escape.

Shehnaaz gasped, her breath hitching at the sudden, intense proximity. She could feel the warmth of his body, and his natural cologne overwhelmed her senses. His lips moved dangerously close to hers, threatening to clash any moment.

“I WANT ANSWER,” Sidharth demanded, his voice a low, urgent growl.

Shehnaaz knew exactly what he meant, her mind racing to find a response. Nervous giggles escaped her lips, making her sound like a complete idiot. “Woh mere ammaa papaji hai na… Amitabh Bachchan ke bahot bade fan hai…” she blurted out, her voice trembling.

It took Sidharth a full minute to process what she had just said. He stared at her, utterly bewildered. Is she insane? he thought. Ye kya badabada rahi hai…

“Toh…” Sidharth’s confusion deepened, his frustration evident as he tried to make sense of her nonsensical response.

“Toh…” Shehnaaz giggled even more, but it sounded more like a baby’s cry. “Toh… haan… Daarji ko bhi Amitabh Bachchan bahot pasand hai…”

“Toh…” Sidharth’s patience was wearing thin, his voice barely masking his frustration. He wasn’t sure where she was going with thsi conversationn..

Shehnaaz gulped hard, her nervous smile faltering. “Toh… um… haan… woh movie hai na Golmaal… woh…”

Sidharth’s grip on her wrists tightened, pinning her more firmly against the door, making her fall silent again.

“Mujhe tumhari Golmaal nahi sunni… mera Golmaal kaafi hai…” he said, his voice a mixture of exasperation and determination.

“Huh??” This time, Shehnaaz looked genuinely confused, her eyes wide and innocent.

Sidharth felt like banging his head against something. This girl truly drove him mad. Giving up, he rested his forehead on her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin. “Oughhh… ye bakwas band karo aur… mera sawal ka jawab do…”

Shehnaaz was too lost in the sensation of his touch to form coherent words. Her decision to confess seemed to slip away, replaced by the overwhelming feeling of his proximity. Her unresponsive act only fueled Sidharth’s anger further.

“Naaz, damn it…” he growled, his voice thick with frustration and longing.

Composing himself, Sidharth pulled back to his original position, his anger boiling over. He roared, his voice echoing through the room as he looked straight into her eyes, bringing Shehnaaz back to her senses.

“Kyu kar rahe ho aise mere sath… haan?” he demanded, his voice thick with frustration.

“Sidhe sidhe bata kyu nahi deti… jo tumhare dil me hai?” he continued, his eyes searching hers for any hint of the truth.

“Mujhe is tarah se frustrated dekhkar bahot maza aa raha hai tumhe… hai na?” His voice was laced with a painful mix of sarcasm and hurt.

“Bahot enjoy kar rahi hogi na meri restlessness…” Sidharth’s voice trembled with the strain of holding back his emotions.

He was losing control, his words spilling out in a torrent of pent-up frustration and pain. “Tumhe dikhayi nahi deta ke tumhari khamoshi… oughh… it’s killing me, Naaz…”

“Kya chahti ho… ke har pal tumhare pichhe ghumta rahu ek jawab ke liye?” His desperation was palpable, his need for answers consuming him.

“Tumhare pair padu… ke madam sahiba, please jawab de dijiye…” His voice broke, revealing the depth of his vulnerability.

“Don’t test my patience, Naaz…” he pleaded, his eyes reflecting his inner turmoil.

“Just speak up, damn it…” Sidharth’s voice was a raw, desperate cry for the truth, his emotions laid bare before her.

Shehnaaz felt the weight of his words press down on her, the intensity of his emotions overwhelming her. She could see the anguish in his eyes, the desperation in his voice, and it tore at her heart. He was pleading with her, not just for an answer, but for a piece of her heart, and she knew she couldn’t keep him waiting any longer.

“Tum—”

“CHUP!” Shehnaaz shouted at the top of her voice, cutting Sidharth off mid-sentence. He stopped in his tracks, baffled by her sudden outburst.

Shehnaaz glared at him, her eyes blazing with anger, but she didn’t struggle against his hold. “Bilkul chup!” she shouted again, her voice firm and commanding, making Sidharth fall silent completely.

“Ajeeb insaan ho…” she continued, her frustration spilling over. “Ek hafte se dekh rahi hun… bole ja rahe ho… bole ja rahe ho…”

Sidharth’s eyes widened in astonishment as her words began to sink in. He slowly started to understand what she was saying. His grip on her wrists loosened, and he took a step back, still silent and in shock.

“Aap chup rahenge toh main kuchh bolungi na…” Shehnaaz’s voice softened, but her determination was clear. She had finally managed to take control of the situation, and it felt empowering.

As Sidharth backed away, his expression shifting from confusion to realization, Shehnaaz felt a triumphant surge of energy. She wanted to do a bhangra right there in front of him, reveling in the moment of having finally taken the reins of the conversation.

Sidharth, still processing her words, stood there, his eyes fixed on her. The anger and frustration that had clouded his mind were slowly giving way to a new emotion—hope. He had been so desperate for an answer, so consumed by his own feelings, that he had forgotten to give her a chance to speak.

She had had enough of him. Sidharth had been bossing her around for over a week, and she had been silently bearing it. But no more. She was determined to take control now, and she would be the one to boss him around.

She felt a laugh bubbling up in her throat at her small victory, but she held it back, maintaining her angry facade.

“Naaz…” Sidharth began again.

“Chup!” Shehnaaz snapped, glaring at him with fiery eyes, making him startle.

“Bilkul chup!” she reiterated, her voice firm and commanding. “Bahot bol liya aapne… ab main bolungi aur aap sunenge.”

Sidharth was taken aback by her sudden assertiveness. He nodded his head like an obedient child, his astonishment evident. Oh, it was such a cute sight that Shehnaaz wanted to pull his cheeks or bite him right there and then.

Turning around to hide her smile, she took a moment to relish her triumph. She composed herself, put on her angry posture again, and turned back to face him.

“Aap khud bolte rehte hain… bolte rehte hain… toh main kaise bolungi?” she demanded, her voice tinged with frustration and a hint of amusement.

“Haan, boliye… ab chup kyu hain?” she added, her eyes challenging him, waiting for his response.

Sidharth stood there, stunned into silence. The tables had turned, and Shehnaaz was now in control. His frustration had melted away, replaced by a mix of admiration and curiosity. He was finally ready to listen, his heart pounding in anticipation of what she would say next.

Sidharth gulped, a little scared of her outburst. “Woh main—”

Shehnaaz shouted again, “Maine kaha na ek shabd aur nahi!”

Sidharth made a face. “Lekin… abhi tumne hi—”

Shehnaaz put her finger on his lips, silencing him instantly. “Chup matlab chup… warna mujhse bura koi na hoga.”

Sidharth was lost in the sensation of her delicate finger brushing against his lips. He nodded his head slowly, mesmerized. “Jab dekho gussa… jab dekho gussa… main chup thi toh aap dadagiri karenge? Haan?”

Sidharth instantly shook his head, his expression contrite, while Shehnaaz smirked inwardly, feeling a sense of victory.

“Are, ek ladki ko propose karne ka koi tarika hota hai… go on your knees and propose properly… par aap toh…” Shehnaaz’s voice softened, though her eyes still held a hint of anger.

Sidharth almost smiled but quickly made a baby face, noticing her stern expression.

“Aap toh… ajeeb ho… main adhi saree mein thi… aur aap chipke hi ja rahe the… main kaise jawab deti…” Shehnaaz’s statement was a mix of innocence and naughtiness, her eyes twinkling with a blend of mischief and sincerity.

Sidharth looked at her with wide, golgappa eyes, completely charmed by her innocent yet naughty statement. For her, it was an honest explanation, but for him, it was a dreamy confession. He couldn’t help but feel his heart swell with affection and admiration for this unpredictable, fiery girl who had completely taken over his world.

But Shehnaaz, lost in her fake anger, didn’t realize the impact of her words.

“Aise gussa karke puchhenge toh kaun jawab dega… Mr. Khadus Shukla…” she scolded, her voice dripping with mock annoyance.

Sidharth tried to get a word in, “But—”

“Maine kaha na chup,” she interrupted, her finger still on his lips.

Shehnaaz started walking towards him, and Sidharth, almost unconsciously, began to walk backward. This continued until his back hit the wall, and Shehnaaz almost pressed herself against him.

Sidharth was hyper-aware of the situation. Is she planning to… hayy, how he wished. Sidharth, stop being shameless, he scolded himself.

Shehnaaz placed her hands on either side of his head, trapping him. She leaned in close, so close that he could feel her breath on his lips. His eyes fixated on her pink lips, yearning.

“What if I say… I need you more than you need me?” she whispered, her voice low and sincere.

Sidharth stood motionless, his heart finally finding peace after hearing what he had been dying to hear.

“What if I say… you have changed me more than I did to you?” she continued, her eyes locked with his, full of unspoken emotions.

Sidharth felt his breath hitch. Her words were like a balm to his aching heart, soothing every wound and calming every storm that had been raging inside him. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. The intensity of her gaze, the honesty in her voice, made him feel a surge of emotions that he had been holding back for so long.

“Naaz…” he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion.

Shehnaaz’s eyes softened, her fake anger melting away. She saw the vulnerability in his eyes, the raw, unfiltered love he had for her. It was overwhelming, and it made her realize just how deeply she had affected him.

Shehnaaz felt her own heart swell with emotion. She had been scared to admit her feelings, but seeing Sidharth’s reaction, she knew she had made the right choice. She leaned in closer, their foreheads touching.

Her words were like a soothing balm to his restless heart, the realization that he affected her just as deeply as she did to him. Each word she spoke brought him closer to understanding the depth of their connection.

Shehnaaz, lost in his eyes, continued, “What if I say… you matter to me more than I do to you…”

Sidharth’s heart felt heavy with emotion. “What if I say you have filled me with unknown emotions I never knew existed…”

Their breaths mingled, and their eyes locked in an unbreakable gaze.

Shehnaaz’s eyes filled with tears as she went on, “What if I say… your insane possessiveness makes me feel secure and special…”

The anger had long disappeared from her voice, replaced by pure, raw emotion. Shehnaaz was lost in his eyes, and Sidharth was equally mesmerized by her. They were breathing each other in, their proximity intensifying the feelings coursing through them.

“What if I say… I love you more than you could ever think of loving me…” she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of her confession.

That was it.

In an instant, Sidharth turned her with a jerk, making her back hit the wall as he pinned her between himself and the hard surface. The intensity of his emotions was palpable, radiating off him in waves.

“You can’t…” he groaned, his voice thick with passion and possessiveness.

Shehnaaz’s eyes widened, her breath hitching at his sudden move. She could feel the heat of his body pressed against hers, his heartbeat pounding in rhythm with her own. The closeness, the tension, it was all too much and yet not enough.

“Kyuu…?” she asked, her face a mix of surprise and mock indignation.

Sidharth’s smile widened, his eyes twinkling with affection. He nuzzled his nose gently against hers, his fingers grazing softly along her waistline, causing her to instinctively draw her tummy in. His touch was tender, his voice a whisper of warmth.

“Because… I love you more, Dhanno…”

The confession sent a wave of deep, unknown emotions through Shehnaaz’s heart. But the use of “Dhanno” made her lips pout in playful protest.

“Offoo… Dhanno nahi na, Sidharth…” she said with her typical pout..

Ohh there she was.. sidharth thought with a sighed relief.. his bubble of happiness that had lost somewhere by few days…

Sidharth’s happiness was boundless. Her words had implicitly confirmed her feelings, even though she tried to mask them with playful irritation. He could read between the lines perfectly well, and it made him feel elated.

Adoring the cute pout on her lips, Sidharth leaned in closer. His lips hovered just above hers, his gaze locked with hers in a deep, intimate connection.

“Naaz…” he whispered, his breath mingling with hers, their lips almost touching.

Shehnaaz looked down, unable to hide the blush that colored her cheeks. Her earlier anger had vanished, replaced by the warmth of Sidharth’s affection. She managed a shy, “Hmm…”

“I love you,” Sidharth declared with all the sincerity in his heart. He bent his head, his smile tender and full of love, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

As his words and kiss enveloped her, tears of happiness began to form in Shehnaaz’s eyes. The depth of his affection overwhelmed her. She whispered back, her voice trembling with emotion, “I love you, Sidharth…”

“Love you too bolna hota hai gadhi…” he mumbled playfully near her face, his chuckle warm and affectionate. His light-hearted teasing made Shehnaaz giggle, despite the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Sidharth was captivated by her tears of joy. He carefully wiped them away with his knuckles and cupped her face in his hands, his touch tender and reassuring. Leaning in, he placed a gentle peck on her lips, savoring the moment. “Don’t cry baby,” he murmured softly.

He then took her lips in his, yearning to taste her sweetness again. But as their lips connected, Shehnaaz suddenly pushed him away, her face a mix of confusion and frustration.

Sidharth looked at her, puzzled by her reaction. “What’s wrong, Naaz?” he asked, trying to understand the sudden shift.

Shehnaaz’s eyes sparkled with fiery indignation as she pounced on Sidharth, gripping his collar with a playful yet intense anger. “Baby..?? Tumhe phir se yeh bachhon ke daure padne lage? Pehle tumne maan liya tha ke main pregnant hoon, aur ab dimag mein kya chichdi pakk rahi hai? Ab chup kyun ho? Bolo!”

Her words tumbled out in a flurry of frustration and confusion, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. Sidharth, however, looked at her with a mix of amusement and adoration. Her angry eyes and the way her nose had turned an endearing shade of red created a sight that was utterly charming.

In a swift, affectionate move, Sidharth wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her closer. His playful nature came to the forefront as he nuzzled her nose with a gentle bite. She winced slightly, her eyes widening in a mixture of surprise and irritation, yet they held a spark of humor.

Sidharth couldn’t help but giggle at her reaction. He kissed her nose tenderly, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. “Koi khichdi nahi pak rahi, baba,” he said softly. “I called you bachha because you’re my pyara sa, cute sa shaitan bachha, jisne mujhe pagal kar diya hai. But I forbid you to ever change, baby.”

Leaning in closer to her ear, he whispered mischievously, “After tasting you, I realized how sweet you are…”

Shehnaaz’s face turned a deeper shade of red at his comment. The way he called her “bachha” was both endearing and charming, making her heart flutter. His words were filled with affection and playfulness, and despite her initial irritation, she found herself smiling.

Her blush deepened, but it was clear that she loved the endearment. The way Sidharth spoke to her, blending affection with a touch of mischief, made her heart soar. She couldn’t help but revel in the sweetness of the moment, enjoying the playful side of their relationship that made their bond even more special.

Sidharth cupped Shehnaaz’s face with a possessive tenderness, his gaze locked onto hers as he bared his heart. “You are the first and last girl of my life, baby… I’m only yours.”

The sincerity in his voice made Shehnaaz smile. The words felt like a warm embrace, a promise that touched her deeply. She longed for him to kiss her again, wishing for the intimacy and connection that came with his touch. But in her playful spirit, she decided to tease him.

She tilted her head slightly, her expression a mix of apology and mischief. “But you are not my first…”

Sidharth’s face fell instantly. His eyes widened in shock, and his grip on her loosened as he stepped back abruptly. The playful glint in Shehnaaz’s eyes was lost on him; all he could focus on was the sting of her words. The revelation hit him hard, causing a wave of pain to surge through his heart.

His reaction was immediate and intense. “Ohh…” he mumbled, his voice barely audible. He turned away from her, his back facing her, as if to shield himself from the emotional blow.

The pain was almost palpable, a tight knot forming in his chest. He struggled to breathe, feeling as though the weight of her words was choking him. The thought of someone else being close to her, in a way that was meant for him alone, was unbearable. A dark, possessive fury brewed within him; the idea of anyone else having a place in her heart was something he could not tolerate.

Shehnaaz, witnessing the drastic change in his demeanor, walked around to face him. Her heart sank as she saw the raw pain etched on his face, his eyes reflecting a deep, restless anguish. She had not anticipated such a strong emotional reaction from him. The sight of him in such distress made her regret her teasing.

Shehnaaz buried her face in his neck, her arms locking around his shoulders. Her voice was muffled but filled with sincerity. “me bas mazak kar rahi thi Sidharth…”

Sidharth’s arms enveloped Shehnaaz with a fierce, bone-crushing hug, his heart racing as he held her close. The intensity of his embrace conveyed the depth of his emotions, a mixture of relief, possessiveness, and love that overwhelmed him.

The admission seemed to ease some of the tension in Sidharth’s body, though the possessive pain still lingered. He couldn’t believe how deeply his feelings for her ran, how the thought of her being close to someone else was almost unbearable.

“Don’t do that again,” Sidharth managed to choke out, his voice thick with emotion. His words were almost a plea, a desperate request for her to never make him feel that way again. He was taken aback by how possessive he was, the realization hitting him with surprising force.

Shehnaaz’s heart swelled with love as she felt his arms holding her so tightly. She was taken aback by his response, her own feelings of surprise mingling with an intense affection for him. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest, a rhythm that echoed the depth of his feelings.

“I love you, Sidharth,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with an emotional sincerity.

Sidharth tightened his grip on her, his heart swelling at her words. The love he felt for her was mirrored in her declaration, and it brought a sense of profound relief and joy. He pressed his lips to her forehead, a tender gesture that spoke volumes of his affection.

“Me sirf aap ki hun,” Shehnaaz declared softly, her gaze filled with earnest affection. Without another word, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that spoke volumes of her love.

Sidharth, overcome by the intensity of her gesture, yielded to her demand willingly. There was no hesitation, no resistance; he surrendered himself to her, his entire being attuned to her needs. His arms wrapped around her with a possessive, yet tender hold, anchoring her securely against him. This was their sanctuary, a place where she belonged, where their love could flourish without boundaries.

The kiss deepened, their lips moving in perfect harmony, each touch a silent vow of their devotion. The world around them faded away, leaving only the rhythm of their hearts and the warmth of their embrace. Sidharth’s fingers gently caressed her back, pulling her closer as if to fuse their souls together. He savored the moment, each second stretching into eternity as they lost themselves in each other.

When their lips finally parted, breathless and yearning, the connection between them was undeniable. Sidharth’s gaze remained fixed on Shehnaaz, his eyes filled with an unspoken promise. Shehnaaz’s cheeks were flushed with the intensity of their kiss, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of love and satisfaction.

In his embrace, Shehnaaz felt complete, as if she had found her true home. For Sidharth, the world was right where it should be—enclosed in the arms of the woman he adored, in a moment that was all his. The depth of their feelings was palpable, and in that embrace, they found a sanctuary where their love could thrive, untarnished by the outside world.

Sidharth’s lips gently brushed against Shehnaaz’s pink cheeks, causing her to blush furiously. As he whispered close to her ear, his voice was warm and affectionate. “You are meeting me tonight.”

Shehnaaz’s eyes widened in surprise, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. “Sidharth, what will I say to Di?” she asked, her voice reflecting her hesitation about how to handle this with her sister.

With a playful smile, Sidharth nuzzled her earlobe and whispered teasingly, “That’s your problem to figure out. tu meri hai aur mujhe tuzse milna hai bass..”

Shehnaaz looked at him with wide eyes, her cheeks flushed from both his words and the intimate moment. His playful shamelessness made her heart flutter.

She gently tapped his chest in mock annoyance, then buried her face into his neck. “tu nahi manega na..,” she said, her voice muffled but filled with affection.

Sidharth shook his head shamelessly. His laughter was soft and filled with warmth as he pulled her closer, his embrace reassuring and loving. He held her close, savoring the connection they shared and enjoying the playful banter. In his arms, Shehnaaz felt completely cherished and adored, her earlier worries melting away in the comfort of their closeness.

They broke out of the hug when they heard a knock on the door. The sudden sound jolted Shehnaaz from the comforting cocoon of Sidharth’s embrace. She looked at him with wide, anxious eyes, her heart racing. kaun ho sakta hai? she wondered aloud, a note of fear lacing her voice.

Sidharth, on the other hand, seemed almost nonchalant. With a playful smirk, he rolled his eyes and buried his face deeper into the crook of her neck, his arms tightening around her. His audacious display of affection made Shehnaaz’s pulse quicken, but also gave her a strange comfort amidst the anxiety.

He was utterly incorrigible! Shehnaaz thought with a mix of exasperation and affection. She gave his shoulder a light but firm slap, pulling him away from her. “Kya kar rahe ho…?” she chided, making angry face.

Sidharth tilted his head and leaned in, his eyes mischievous as they roved over her lips. “Karna toh bahot kuchh hai… par tum karne kahan deti ho…” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. His words were playful, yet there was a hint of longing in his tone, his gaze betraying his unspoken desires.

Haw! Shehnaaz’s mouth fell open in shock. The boldness of his statement, combined with the way he looked at her, sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, her heart pounding furiously. Ohh… Sidharth’s temptation was clearly overwhelming as he gazed at her lips.

Before he could make another move, Shehnaaz snapped out of his embrace, her expression a blend of fear and concern. “agar daarji huve toh..” she mumbled , her voice fible as she glared at him, her anxiety sharpening her senses.

Sidharth, clearly unfazed, rolled his eyes with an amused sigh. He started walking towards the door with a casual stride. “Naaz, it must be Payal Bhabhi. Relax…” he said over his shoulder, his tone light and reassuring as if brushing off the worry as insignificant.

Shehnaaz, however, was not easily convinced. She grabbed his arm, her voice tinged with apprehension. “Relax? Agar Di ne puchha ke tum yahan kya kar rahe ho toh…?” Her concern was evident, the thought of facing Payal’s questioning gaze making her anxious.

Sidharth stopped and turned to face her, his eyes softening with sincerity. He cupped her face gently in his hands and placed a tender kiss on her forehead. “Toh we will tell her the truth…” he said, his voice filled with a calm reassurance that seemed to soothe her frazzled nerves. His gaze was steady and sincere, offering comfort amidst her swirling emotions.

“Nooooooooo!”

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Author’s Note

Hello, dear readers!

Thank you for joining Shehnaaz and Sidharth on this emotional journey. In this chapter, we glimpsed the tender moments and intense feelings that define their relationship. Their playful banter and affectionate exchanges reflect the depth of their connection, even as they face the looming uncertainty of the world outside.

As we navigate through their story, I hope you find yourself deeply immersed in their emotions and experiences. Your support and engagement mean the world to me, and I look forward to exploring more of their journey together.

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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