Sidharth stepped into the guest room, his fingers trembling slightly as he unlocked his phone and opened WhatsApp. His eyes scanned the chat, searching for the last message from Shehnaaz. Two months ago. The realization hit him like a thunderbolt, and a sharp, burning pain throbbed behind his temples. His mind spiraled into a storm of guilt and regret. How had he allowed things to slip so far? How had he chosen work over the woman he vowed to love?
He pressed his palms hard against his forehead, trying to quell the rising panic that gripped his heart. What if Shehnaaz left him? The thought sent an icy chill down his spine.
"I made a mistake," he whispered to himself, voice barely audible. "I ignored her because of work. But how do I fix this now? How do I turn back time?"
He remembered the countless nights he buried himself in spreadsheets and deadlines, convincing himself that success would make everything right. That Shehnaaz would wait, that she would understand. But all they had become was two bodies living under one roof, distant and silent, their hearts growing colder by the day.
From the hallway, Shehnaaz’s voice echoed, sharp and bitter.
"Yes, work is important," she spat, her footsteps heavy with anger and pain. "Maybe now I should act the same—because I have no other wish left."
Sidharth’s chest tightened. He knew she was hurt—deeply. Hurt not just by his neglect, but by the crushing truth that he never truly loved her the way she needed. His words had stung her today, but the wound was old; she had long known what he thought of her. She was ready to walk away.
Alone now, Sidharth’s mind drifted back to a simpler time — the time they were happy .
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"Sidharth, jab aap Germany jaa rahe ho, meri ek choti si wish hai," Shehnaaz had said, her eyes shining with innocent hope. "Kya aap mere liye apne dil mein ek khaas jagah rakhoge? Roz mujhe call karoge?"
He had smiled, touched by her sweetness but weighed down by reality.
"Sure," he replied gently, "par wahan kaam bahut hoga, shayad waqt na mile."
Shehnaaz’s lips quivered, "Kam se kam meri fikr toh karoge na? Mujhe bhoologe toh nahi?"
He kissed her forehead softly, "Main hamesha tumhe yaad rakhunga."
Those small moments had meant the world to Shehnaaz. She had fallen in love quietly, faithfully, believing in the promise of forever.
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ack in the present, Shehnaaz wiped her tears with a trembling hand as she carried a tray of food into the room. Despite the pain that threatened to swallow her whole, she clung to the responsibilities of a wife. This was her home. Sidharth was still her husband, the man she had vowed to stand by.
She was about to leave after placing the tray when Sidharth grasped her wrist gently but firmly, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"Shehnaaz, ek minute. Hum baith ke baat kar sakte hain. Sab suljha sakte hain," he pleaded, voice heavy with remorse.
She pulled back slightly, anger flaring in her gaze. "Aasaan nahi hai, Sidharth. Tumse baat karne se mera bacha wapas nahi aayega, na mera tuta hua dil jud jayega. Ab mujhe fark bhi nahi padta."
She tried to walk away, but he tightened his hold.
"Kab hua, kaise hua? Kab pata chala tum pregnant thi?" he asked, voice cracking.
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Fanfiction•°•°•★Cover by: @AmreenShaikh6 Sidharth Shukla married Shehnaaz Gill After one week of marriage, he left the city due to some important work at his office. When he came back after 6 months, he found his wife living like a corpse. From the doctor, h...
