Shehnaaz sat by the window, the soft morning light casting gentle shadows across her face. Her fingers traced absent patterns on the cold glass as her mind raced in circles. Part of her ached with the remnants of love, memories of happier times with Sidharth that now seemed like a distant dream. Yet, the pain of betrayal and neglect clawed fiercely beneath her skin, whispering that some wounds were too deep to heal.
She told herself she was strong—strong enough to walk away, to fight for herself and her future. But a small, fragile part inside her still longed for the man who had broken her heart.
“What if he really changes?” she wondered, the question echoing softly in the quiet room. “What if this is the last chance... or just another empty promise?”
Her phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at it but didn’t move to answer. A message from Shanaya popped up: “Remember, you are not alone. Whatever you choose, I’m with you.”
A lump formed in Shehnaaz’s throat. Shanaya’s unwavering support was a lifeline in this storm of emotions. She realized she didn’t have to decide everything today, but the weight of choice pressed down hard.
Could she find the courage to forgive? Could she trust again? Or was moving on the only path to freedom and peace?
The sun climbed higher, but Shehnaaz remained lost in thought, torn between the past she wanted to hold and the future she needed to embrace.
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Shehnaaz glanced at her watch, the faint ticking mingling with the soft hum of the air conditioner. “Aaj ka kaam jaldi nipta leti hu, phir yeh kaam wahan se continue kar lungi,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The cool glow of her laptop screen cast a pale light on her face, highlighting the tension around her eyes. Her fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard, but her mind was elsewhere—churning with memories that prickled like cold needles beneath her skin.
A gentle knock interrupted the quiet. The faint creak of the door echoed sharply in the still room.
“May I come in, Madam?” came a hesitant voice, muffled slightly by the thick wooden door.
Shehnaaz looked up, the faint scent of jasmine from a nearby potpourri mixing with the sterile office air. Her eyes narrowed, voice steady but icy.
“Yes? What is it?”
The employee shuffled nervously, the soft rustling of his shirt the only sound.
“Ma’am, someone is here to see you.”
Her heartbeat quickened—sharp, uneven—like distant thunder before a storm.
“Who? Did you ask his or her name?”
“Mr. Sidharth Shukla, ma’am. He says it’s urgent. Do you want to meet him?”
Shehnaaz’s jaw clenched as a wave of cold anger coursed through her veins. The faint metallic taste of bitterness filled her mouth.
“No. Don’t even think about sending him in. Tell him to leave immediately or I’ll have no choice but to terminate your employment.” Her voice was low, hard, a sharp blade cutting through the quiet. She slammed the door shut, the solid thud reverberating through the small room, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird.
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At the reception, the sterile buzz of fluorescent lights hummed overhead. Sidharth stood firmly, his shoes clicking sharply on the polished floor as he planted himself before the desk. His breath was heavy, a faint scent of cologne mixed with sweat.
“Just let me in. This is my office,” he said, voice low but tense.
The receptionist glanced nervously at her coworker. The faint rustling of papers and tapping on keyboards created a background hum.
“Sir, we’ve never seen you before. And you can’t enter without permission.”
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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...
