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Next morning.....
Sidharth POV Start ...
I was sleeping peacefully on my comfortable big king size bed spreading my hands and legs... Well I sleep like this sometime... But my peaceful sleep got disturbed when I heard the most irritating noise of this world which is the alarm tone of my phone... Such an irritating tone I must say... I spread my hands out and turned off the alarm clock on my phone...
Well it's "Who Let The Dogs Out" song... It's a hell irritating song... But good as an alarm tone.. I think it can awake a dead person too.. I mean who is sleeping like a dead person... Duh!.. After taking a huff I dig my face in my comfortable pillow "Let me sleep you mad man..." saying this I again fall asleep...
After sometime I heard a sweet voice calling me... "Sidharth.. Uth jaa baccha..." Well, It's my mom.. "Mom, let me sleep for 5 more minute please..." I requested her like a baby... "Sidharth.. Uth jaa baccha..." I again heard her voice... "Uth raha hu... Phir dekhna papa ko complain karunga.. Apki biwi mujhe sone nahi deri hai bol ke..." I said in my sleepy voice waking up a little... "Sidharth.. Uth jaa baccha.." "Mom yaar ap..." saying this I finally woke up and looked for her in my room but she was not there... 💔
When I again heard her voice.. "Sidharth.. Uth jaa baccha..." then I looked towards my side table where I saw my phone was buzzing because of the alarm clock... It's my alarm tone.. Which I recorded 15 years ago when I woke up little late and she had blackmailed me.. When I said it to her she laughed but now it's very useful for me from last 15 years.. Like this she still wake me up (chuckled sadly)... Then I took my phone and turned off the alarm...
"No one is here you idiot.. No one loves you and wants you too.. I miss you mom.. I miss you dad.." I said sadly sitting on my bed after getting up from my sleeping position... Why God hate me so much that no one loves me truly... I hate you the so called thing called God... Pata nahi woh kaha hai jo mujhse saccha pyaar karegi... Nahi toh sab matlabi hai yaha... I'm waiting for you babe.. Zaldi mil jao yaar... Your Sidharth is waiting for you Shehnaaz.. ❤
Well, after that incident sometime I used to think about her... As I couldn't stop thinking about her and also I was not able to forget that innocent face... She was so broken like me when we saw our parents there... I always used to think... How is she? Where is she now? Her uncle, I didn't get a good vibe from him that day and the way he took her from there.. Literally he drag her from there... I used to hope that she is fine all the time with her uncle..
I didn't even realised when I fall for that innocent girl.. I used to imagine her everyday how she must be looking now... Cute toh abhi bhi hogi aur bohot beautiful bhi.. And finally I saw her yesterday... She is indeed the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life "My Shehnaaz, the most beautiful girl"..❤
"Please ab zaldi mil jao mujhe phirse.. But what's she doing here..? That too with those kids..?" I thought in confusion... "Whatever! I need to get up now... I need to hit the gym.." saying this I twisted my body and arms to relax my muscles... I shouldn't have slept like that.. I thought in mind while getting up from my bed as my body is paining a little for sleeping like a frog.. "Frog! Like really..?" I chuckled in my mind thinking this...😂
After doing 1hr. of gym I went inside the loo to take a quick shower... Well it's February now.. Not so cold though as it's Mumbai.. Mumbai is a stranger city anything can happen here... Like February me bhi baarish hosakta hai... Like yesterday... "She was looking so beautiful in rain yesterday..." I thought in my mind remembering that moment... "I'm getting a positive vibe today like yesterday... Maybe we'll meet again babe"...💖
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