Not a coincedence

NASTY LITTLE SECRET!!

"NO BUTS DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT. YOU DO WHAT I SAY OR YOUR NASTY LITTLE SECRET IS OUT YOUNG MAN. OHH YOU AREN'T ONE. SO YOUNG WOMEN" siddharth yelled glaring her down as shehnaaz was shut in an instant listening his statement. What was he trying to imply? Is he going to reveal her lie? What is he exactly thinking. She cursed herself to be so careless. Why did she even let her gaurd down ? She walked inside the washroom tore off her bandages and threw her skin away. She breathed freely. It had been long she let herself breathe like this. She traced the red lines on her skins. They burned like hell. She was doing something she wasn't supposed to do. She wore the shirts and shorts siddharth gave her. She never wore a bra in her entire life. How much she longed to get dressed up in those Indian and western dresses? How much she longed to live a normal life? To live a normal teenage life . Having crushes like other girls and fangirling with them. Spending time with friends and enjoying. She didn't even had the right to study freely because she was destined to protect her family. How much she longed to have a dream? To have something to look forward too. But the ability to dream was snatched from her. She didn't even knew if she can live like a girl in the future. She didn't even knew that can she ever come out of the line of work her mother shoved her with. She didn't knew if she could live her own life . The way she wants to live it. Its hard to love three people so selflessly and going to such strengths to protect them when she has almost no memories of them. It doesn't makes sense to her as to why she does this. But she does it anyway. Because those people matter to her mother more than her own life. For her , her mother matters to her the most. She sighed as she walked out of the washroom and found siddharth making the bed on the sofa.
"Ahem" siddharth turned around and saw her relaxed form. She looked at ease. There were no anxiousness in her demeanor. How can this girl live like that all her life? How can a mother do this to her daughter? To the extent she developed asthama because of all of this. This is just ridiculous .
"Ok good. Sleep on the bed. I will sleep on the couch. " He stated sternly as he placed the pillows properly.
"But" she tried to refuse .
"No buts. Listen to me clearly. I don't want you to live in those bandages. You won't listen to me. So when we are inside this room. You will live without that skin. I will make sure we stay here as much as we can. You have developed asthama because of all this . Forgod sake. Where will your madness end girl? Shut it before I make you" he yelled clutching the pillow as she was a bit startled by his words.
"We both can sleep on the bed" she said meekly as he looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"Can we? " he mocked her.
"Now everything makes sense. Why you had such an outrageous reaction last time?" He stated folding his arms as she squirmed uncomfortably in her place.
"I know it. I know you don't have any bad intentions. We are friends and friendships aren't based on genders" she stated softly.
"True. But I don't get your point" he stated sighing.
"My point is I trust you sid. I trust our friendship. We can sleep together like we used to do. " she said hurriedly and rushed inside the covers. He chuckled seeing her actions as he laid beside her.
"I don't know what reasons your mother had to make you this way. But atleast now you should get back to the way you were. Your mother is not in this world now to tell you when to stop and be yourself again. Its your time to take the call" he spoke thoughtfully. She turned around to face him.
" I know what you are trying to say sid. But the thing is I know the reason why she made me this way. I know it all. I know when to stop. But the fact is that the stop is very far sid. It makes me want to give up every single day. I am sacrificing for people I never met. For people I have zero connection with. My biological father and brother's. I have no memories whatsoever. Why am I suffering for them is beyond my intelligence? Why I have to love them and care for them no matter what is also beyond my intelligence? I don't know sid.I am just doing this because this was my mother's last wish. To protect them " she stated frustratedly as a few tears trailed down her eyes. He pulled her into his arms as she cried in his chest. He patted her back as he let her take those emotions out. He was a bit uncomfortable feeling her female parts but he gulped it down. Consoling and helping her was his priority.
"Its ok sana. Sometimes we need to do things which we don't want too. Its fine to express your feelings. Its ok to  be frustrated because of this ordeal. You have never spent time with them . So you surely don't have feelings for them. Its ok. When you will spend time with your family you will probably feel its worth it. Or maybe you won't. It doesn't matter. Sometimes we take the risks not knowing it will turn out to be good or bad. But that's life. Let it be. You choose this for your mother. You are doing this in her love not thier's .It can become a little more bearable. You just have to be hopeful rohit. Maybe next month or next year you can be who you are? If you loose hope to be want you want and the willingness and motivation to achieve what you want. You will just be stuck with your own demons. There will be no growth at all. You have to walk through the pain to end it. " he stated softly ruffling her hair.
"You sure know how to console someone" she said hitting his chest as he laughed along with her.
"Well not everyone. Just a special case of a boy who is actually a girl" he stated playfully as she started hitting him with the pillow.
"When will you shut the fuck up with that" she said hitting him continuously as he flapped his hands trying to stop her while laughing his guts out.
" Never" he said in between his laughs as she started hitting him harder. He held her hands and pinned her down on the bed. The tension between the two was amplifying minute by minute. Both of them were breathing heavily as siddharth's breath fanned over her skin. It was different. Suddenly the feelings they had for each other were changing. But was this change good or bad? Shehnaaz pushed him as siddharth instantly got up and twirled around sitting  up on the bed as she sat straight on the far end of the bed. Both peeked glances at each other but none of them spoke a word. The awkwardness in the air made them more uncomfortable . Shehnaaz's phone buzzed as she picked up the call.
"Rohit reporting"
"Everything is fine there "
"Yeah everything is in control and I have done rounds and checked on the bodyguards too "
"Ok so tomorrow we are gonna join our forces with the riders"
"What? Why ? "
"You don't have an option. We have to rohit because they were deal dealing  with the shukla's case"
'This is gonna be a death of me"
"Have fun dying then "
"Was that supposed to console me?"
"I guess . Now stop wasting my time"
"Aghhh!!" Shehnaaaz groaned frustratedly as he perked up beside her.
"What happened?" He questioned scooting closer to her.
"Nothing . I am just gonna meet my nightmare tomorrow" she sighed as he raised his brow at that.
"Ohh really and what would that be?" He questioned intrigued as leaned on the head rest.
"Well a girl who had a crush on me. Then like you found out my truth and now she is suddenly thinking that she is lesbian and wants to try things out with me. " she stated sighing
'What kind of a freaking shit of a logic is that?"he exclaimed sitting straight up
"Beyond my intelligence !!" She said lying back on the bed.
"Mine too" he sighed "well what's your real name ?"
"Why do you wanna know?" She questioned raising her brow keeping her right hand under her head looking at him
"Because I wanna know" he said copying her actions.
"Shehnaaz" she said shrugging as she lied on her side of the bed.
"Shehnaaz why does that feel so familiar?" He muttered before closing the lights.