His Delicate Queen

##//betrayal//##

"bhai bas karde kitna piyega...." Faizal sighed looking at the devastated state of sidharth. He was just going on drinking and drinking since last hour or so.

"Usne kaha she hates me...." Sidharth growled. His eyes all red and there was only one thing that we could actually fathom and that was rage. Rage and hurt. A deep melancholy.

"But bhai.... Peene se kya hoga tu hi bata... Tune pehle hi ek bottle khatam karli hai... Aur yeh bhi aadhi hogyi hai... This much alcohol isn't good for you... Aapke abbu ko pata chala to woh bohout gussa karenge...." faizal said trying to take the bottle from his hand forcefully only to be pushed off. Whom he was even protesting with. Shehenshah Sidharth Khan who is one stubborn brat who works according to his own rules.

"Shut up... Don't you dare to stop me.... Hum...Hum... Shehenshah hai ... Shehenshah Sidharth Khan..... Samjhe tum.... Tum hume rok nahi sakte....hum...humari...marzi se chalenge .... No fuckin body can stop me....got that...No fuckin body!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He yelled Obviously Drunk. Faizal had handled the drunken Sidharth so many times. Like every time sidharth gets drunk he had always been present beside him. But this time he was hurt. Hurt like anything. This time he wasn't that funny drunken Sidharth who sings songs and used girls. He looked vulnerable and he had never been this vulnerable. The only day he gets vulnerable is on the death Anniversary of his mother.

"Bhai....aap...." Faizal wasn't able to complete as he saw him walking out of the room.

"Bhai kaha jaarhe ho aap..." He yelled running behind sidharth who obviously didn't replied.

"Bhai...." Faizal tried again and got a reply this time.

"Hum...naaz ke paassss jaaa rhe hai...." He slurred. Not in the state to reply. He wasn't even able to walk properly.

"Aacha hum aapko kamre mein pohcha denge...." Faizal said trying to hold his arm but he jerked it off.

"Hum akele jaayenge....voh...voh humaari Naaz hai....tum..tum...usse nahi...dekh sakte..." He said pushing him off.

"Hume kisiki jaroorat nahi....Hum...sheh.. Shehen...shah...hai...samjhe tum...now ...Fuck off...." He roared walking out from there. Faizal who got his foot twisted with his push groaned in pain.

Sidharth could barely walk in his drunken state. He saw a room infront of his eyes with blue curtains. He thought it was their room so he entered it without knocking. Because every room of the palace can be opened with his fingerprint.

He felt like his head was spinning every object was into twos. He stepped forward towards the bed slumpping on it. There was a beautiful lady sleeping beside him in a yellow kurti. Same as his naaz. His vision, it was blurring . Not allowing him to see the face of the lady.

"Naaz...." He whispered, carssing her face. Making the girl shudder as his cold fingers came in touch with her soft skin.

"Shehenshah...." She gasped waking up from her slumber, shocked to see him there. So close of hers.

"Shhh...Naaz.....baat mat karo...." He slurred placing his fingers on her lips.

"Shehenshah hum...." She tried again but then his lips replaced his fingers, as he took her lips in his to devour. But they weren't tasting same. And that felt so strange.

"Tumne lip balm change kiya kya Naaz...." He slurred breaking the liplock and blinking his eyes to get clear view of her face but couldn't. His vision was blurring more and more.

"Tum...tum...meri naaz hi hona...." He asked again, rubbing his hand on her face.

"Nahi shehenshah hum aapki begum nahi hai...." She said immediately but it was waste as he slumped his head on her shoulder, snoring softly making her sigh and pat his head softly.