Sana
Bile rose through my throat as I watched him continue his conversation in private after noticing me by the door.
He had even let the door close softly behind him.
I reluctantly googled their names and found pictures of them caught by paparazzi with her mother and near a bar.
That's why I took my revenge.Asim and I after all had no insurmountable issues to begin with.Yes, he was a little spineless and brainless but that was irrelevant.
I made some cheese omelette, toast and juice to refresh my mood.
Despite the fact that Sidharth was trying not to show that he was also affected by me staying in touch with these guys, I knew I had riled him up sufficiently.
After he left, I simply plopped down on the bed and kicked away my laptop.I didn't want to sign for this stupid commercial.
I just wanted to feel loved.
I knew for a fact that Sidharth and Rashami weren't flirting or exchanging lovey-dovey talk on the phone.But it still hurt me.
I opened my instagram and scrolled through my feed, ignoring the thousand and one notifications.
I thought I saw a younger Sidharth and I clicked, some fan page had posted a video from his yester-year work.
He was much younger and he was looking like such an adorable munchkin. I let the whole clip play with a smile on my face and then I sighed.
I need help.I'm obsessed.
I turned away and watched the blades of the ceiling fan spin.
Where did he go anyway? Probably to his sister's. The cops were stringent about fooling around on the road, be it Sidharth Shukla or Shah Rukh Khan.
A few minutes later, I heard his heavy footsteps jog up the stairs.I quickly got up and righted my appearance.
I needed to look nonchalant.He didn't need to know that I was wallowing in here for him.
What to do, what to do...
I picked up my phone and cradled it between my ear and shoulder.
Sidharth came in a moment later and watched me folding my bedspread and retiring into the unoccupied guest room.
He left a bag on the table and I took my phone away from my ear, "There's breakfast."
He narrowed his eyes at my dismissive tone and I gracefully entered the kitchen.
He was still ignoring me so I quickly said out aloud, "Bolo Asim, aur kuch?"
Only a moment later, my phone was whipped from my hands.I turned to face him and watched him look down at the blank homepage on my phone.
I blushed, "The call must've gone dead."
"Right," he said and I already knew he was checking my call history.My last call was to my mother last night.
"You enjoy doing this, don't you?" He asked accusingly and I squirmed under his sharp gaze.Then I couldn't help it, a ticklish laugh escaped my throat.
Sidharth grabbed me easily by the armpits and hoisted me on the kitchen counter.
I didn't even flinch as he came closer and caged me with his arms on either side.
"You're playing a dangerous game Shehnaz, don't provoke me."
"Accha, par tune bola ki tumme farak nahi padta?"
He sighed and leaned on his arm, "Okay fine, I say that to rile you up."
"I also do things to rile you up, catch your attention..." I playfully rubbed my nose against his and he froze for a moment.
His hand captured the back of my head and he caressed it, "I love you."
He breathed in a half-whisper.As if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I grinned and was going to reciprocate and then shook my head playfully, "No, no stand-by."
"Fuck stand-by," he muttered, guiding my head closer, "Do you want this now?"
I knew that if I hesitate for one moment, he would pull away.He was too caught up in the moment to remember the logical thing he told me today morning.
I pulled him close by his collar, "Yes, yes and yes."
He smiled and instantaneously, the hand that captured my head tugged at my hair and my face tilted upwards to meet his.His eyes roved over my features until it settled on my lips and he hesitated, "Or do you need time--"
I almost rolled my eyes and brushed my lips against his tantalisingly. I was going to pull away but his hands held my head in place and his mouth eased down on mine and he parted my lips gently.
I gave a muffled groan and sunk my fingers into his hair.
The kiss deepened, sweet and sensual.
He was in no hurry.
He pulled away a moment later and was looking down at me.
I was almost flustered and I waited for him to say something but he was already on me, kissing me again.His hands caught my face firmly as if I was going to move away any minute.
"You're mine now Shehnaz, be careful of the choices you make..." he mumbled and nipped at my lower lip.
I smiled.It was his possessiveness speaking again and I loved it.He caught my wayward hands that were travelling down his torso easily, "Got that?"
He pinned them on the wall behind me and peppered kisses all over my face.
My heart felt like it would explode with butterflies. "Yes," I sighed dreamily.
He released my arms and I almost fell back. He held me close and I blushed, looking down at my dress.I was picking at the lint on it, avoiding his eyes.
"What's this?" He laughed at my shy expression and cradled my chin in his shoulder.
I hid my face in his shirt and he chuckled and pulled me into a hug.
"Relax, relax, its just me," he whispered, rubbing my back to calm me down.
I put my arms around him and crushed myself to him,"That's the problem, its you baby."
I pulled back and cupped his face expectantly, "Was I good?"
He threw his head back and laughed.
"Perfect baby, as always."
I scratched his stubble with my finger, watching his amused expression, "Siddhaarthh, sachi bol yaar..."
"Abey, you--" He stopped short, "Maybe we can try again, this time I'll pay attention to score you better."
I giggled and used a finger on his chest to make him take a step back, "Jaa tu, I'm going to have breakfast."
"Sure?" He asked, giving me room to jump off the counter, "You don't want me to grade your performance?"
I stopped and turned to him, "Maybe for other pursuits.We have a lot of time on our hands baby."
I drew a line with my finger along his sculpted face and he nipped it playfully, "That's Interesting.Dekhte hai."
He followed me out, "I'll tell you what Rashami said, it wasn't anything--"
"I don't care whatever it is. Mujhe teri attention chaiye tha bas. Woh mujhe mil gaya.No need to tell me anything at all."
He shook his head and smacked me from behind.I yelped, "Sidharth!"
He swallowed my whine with a quick peck on my lips.
I served some food onto his plate and he pulled out a chair next to him.
I sat down, watching him eat.
I curled my fingers around Sidharth's free hand and brought it to my lap.He automatically intertwined his hand in mine.
If someone had told me that I would come to Mumbai one day and fall in love with an actor here in a reality show, I would laugh.
But it was so, it happened because it had destined to be.A stranger I had known for less than a year felt like someone I knew from another life.
God had his ways to bring people together.
A/N: I loved writing about Sidnaaz but it was unfortunate that when I began this book, they both were together but now one of them has passed. But I really think they had the most sacred bond that any two people can have in a reality show.I probably thought true love was a myth until I watched them together.Two years together but a lifetime of memories....