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"Hello?" He asks horrified and feels that someone had pumped blood
back into his heart when he heard her voice at the other end of the call.
"TU KAHA H? CALL KYU NHI OTHA RAHI " he barked, fear lacing his words.
Her voice was soft, composed when she answered. " Sidharth, walk pr aayi thi bahar, lockdown khul Gaya na to Socha Hawa lelu"
" Tere bags idhar Kya karr rhe h? " Sidharth asked , in a seemingly relaxed tone.
"Kaha? Mere flat me? ... Haan wo Mai shift krr rhi thi. Aur kitni din rukti. But mai thak gyi thi packing krke to dobara unpack krne ki himmat nhi bachi aur mai bahar aa gyi''
"Hmm.. abhi kaha h tu? Mai aa Raha hu lene tujhe" he had ordered.
"Rehne de, idhar achha lag rha h aur tu subha subha srr na dukha apna, mene aa Jana h thori der me.. .." a pause, " waise, abhi Tera sarr drd thik h? Kal raat sahi se neend ni aayi na tennu? ''
Words eloped him. How does she even do that? Understand him without any words passing between them at the same time acting so stubborn to have a verbal confirmation.
On receiving no answer from him, she had a small sad smile on her face. Shehnaaz felt tired and exhausted from the tirade of love and confession . She'd move on, she decided.
Life has so much more to offer to her.
"Tu relax krr , mene aa Jana h.. kahi ni jaa rhi.'' and she cut the call without waiting for a reply. She knew he did not have one.
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It was late afternoon when he heard her steps, it surprised him that he could recognize her and know it was she without having a prior idea. He was sprawled on the couch, tired from continuous pacing since morning waiting for her arrival.
''oye.. tu aithhe ki karr rha h , shoot tha na Tera to?'' she asked baffled upon seeing him in her new flat.
He said nothing. Just embraced her . His arms encircling her petite frame.
'listen shehnaaz.. I'm... I am sorry about ..'' he began, unsure how to continue.
'sorry for what? Jhoot na bolne k liye . Sidharth, tu nhi karta pyaar to nhi krta. Isko kaise badlu Mai. Chhadd ye gallan, Mai jaa rhi hu mereko kaam h..ye sbb rkhna bhi to h aur ye khotteya shehbaaz pata ni kaha mrr gya' she spoke continuously, afraid if she stopped , the tear fall would begin and she couldn't let that happen.
She had a promise to keep, a promise made to herself.
He nodded and followed her automatically carrying her suit cases along with him.
She stopped him. Her soft hands, resting upon his rough ones for a brief moment. And she could swear she had fireworks exploding inside of her. What is with his touches now? Now that she had finally accepted the fate of her unrequitted love.
'kya krr rha h?' she said softly, looking down . Not able to meet his eyes.
'mtlb..? Teri help krr rha hu aur Kya? Chal andar .. samaan nikalna h na?' he asked confused, unable to comprehend what she meant.
''nhi. Mai krr lungi. Akele. Tu ja naha le. Shakal dekh. Bhoot lag rha h'' shehnaaz laughed , trying to stop her heart from grieving. She lied. He was always beautiful to her. His face ruggedly handsome with the faint traces of stubble. She had never been so enchanted by a man before. But then, she had never been in love either.
And she left, picking up the bags and moving into the room. He just stood there contemplating what had happened. She seemed normal but he knew her beyond pretenses. Something was off and he knew it had almost everything to do with him but damn him if he could do anything about it .
Does she not want him to help her?
''sidharth'' he hear her call for him after a few seconds from the room and he had just begun to take the steps when the next line dropped his heart a hundred feet below the ground.
''door band krke jaiyo please''
And he did not hear her from for the rest of the day or the day after even for that matter.
Just a text in response to his innumerous calls .
Sidharth,
I am fine. Call pick ni Kiya because thak gyi thi samaan unpack krke fir agle din baaz aur Mai baaki ka furniture lene chale gye the.
Neend aa rhi h
Night'
Somehow it pained him that she had gone to purchase the rest of the house hold essentials without him. Not that Sidharth could accompany her. Media and paps were all over. But it just made him feel ... Less needed.
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It was day 3 of her coping up with her broken heart and astonishingly she was doing great, minus the nights when she sobbed into the pillows. Muffling her cries, hoping her brother wouldn't hear them.
Days were hard too, but bearable. Shoots diverted her mind from him but heart? What could she do to that idiot heart that yearned for him. She was able to avoid him for most of the times. Thankfully, she knew his schedule Courtney of kushal that she had managed eloping him every time she knew he would knock on the door only to find it locked.
They talked, yes, on the call but the talks were reducing. To the extent of her denying his every offer of a meet-up.
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Shehnaaz entered the building compound when she saw Rita aunty carrying some heavy stuff in her arms, barely managing to hold them together.
She rushed to her, forgetting everything
"Arey aunty. Tussii chhaddo. Lao Mai pakadti hu'' she said, taking some items from his mother.
The woman refused of course, but smiled when the girl wouldn't let her go easily. Shehnaaz took the bags in her arms instead and his mother's soft, slightly pouchy Hands reflexively came up to her head, caressing her hair . Blessing her pure heart.
Both of them smiled at each other and made thier way into Sidharth's flat. Rita aunty opened the door with the key she had, and Shehnaaz followed behind, keeping the bags filled with vegetables and fruits at the kitchen island.
"Shehnaaz , Sidharth andar h use bula leya beta, I'll make tea fir sbb saath me piyenge'' his mother said
And her heart dropped.
Sidharth. How could she forget he was home this time of the day. And how is she supposed to deny Rita aunty who is the only sort of mother figure she has in Bombay.
So shehnaaz went to his room to call him, she could hear him. Heart heart racing fast. She could trace another voice too . Of a female and suddenly she had the urge to run back but she couldn't do that.
She knocked softly, once , twice. And then further opened the ajar door.
Jasmine stood with him. Her arms wrapped loosely around his torso and she felt tears threatening to come out. Choking her. Words leaving her.
Her throat was dry as a desert.
The cracking of door made him look at her . He was happily surprised upon seeing her. But soon realised what condition he had been.
"Shehnaaz" he groaned , separating from Jasmine, who smiled softly at her.
Her face didn't break into a smile on seeing him, which was new to him. Sad but new nonetheless.
"Umm..wo.. Aun..aunty bula rhi thi tujhe'' she said , gulping down the lump that had formed in her and turned away quickly, she was walking first and then borderline running.
Rita Shukla was confused to see her rushing towards the door.
'kaha jaa rhi h? Chai to peeti jaa bachhe' she called .
'kisi aur din aunty, abhi kaam h' shehnaaz said over her shoulder and walked out of his house. Reaching her own home part blinded by tears and locked the damned door once in the safe arms of solitude that her home provided.
She burst into tears with an agonizing fall on the marble floor. Screaming.
But she didn't beat or hurt herself . As much as she wanted to. She had promised someone not to do that.
And the world knows that shehnaaz Kaur Gill is a woman who owns upto her words.
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You guys are cute, getting worked up and tensed for nothing. She's not going to leave anywhere. I feel she's strong enough to handle friend zone but I can't make her okay with everything overnight. She'll get stronger. Trust me.
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