Writing is task based on the perception of audiences.
guys could you tell what all lines and situations could you relate in your lives...till now .
Sidahrth was an experienced man, but all his life experiences brought together could explain how he felt.Love surely felt different, he had expected an intense magnetic kind of love ,as read ,but what he felt after her confession was free , smooth breezy kind of love.He felt amongst the clouds.He felt himself a little more , but better with Shehnaaz. She had him,completely surrendered to herself.He could see himself when he looked at her,and her when he looked at the mirror in his reflection.Truley ,when you are in love people stàrt resembling their lovers. He knew he felt all that the skies could tell ,the birds could sing,the trees could teach ,he felt them all .Their language, just like his from now on, was of love .Love must be the guiding force of all universes ,he had discovered.
"Right se de...close up ka stress mat le...free hoke...bol...",he told his co star She had been a bit jittery,it was her first major work and minor screw ups would stress her out.
Sidharth was an experienced actor ,a gradually learned one.His acting school had been the sets of his shows.He was a star,with a slight star like attitude ,but he understood work and helped his juniors where ever he could.
"The ever so great Shukla....bro karta kaise h...matlab kon sa look deta h ,jo pick up line bhi nahi lagti....if you would want it ,rumi will let you take her right here ..."
Sidarth looked at Ray. He had been a friend since modeling days.Both of them had tasted the fame together.Though Sidahrth had risen to become the biggest names in indian television, Ray wasn't exactly a big success.
When Sidahrth gave him a look,Ray added" chal yaha nahi...take her ....do her in washroom...u have a history of taking women in washrooms....dekh exactly tera type.bhi hai...tall ,lean ,hot with a bold voice."
Only if Ray knew his type.
Rumi was drawn to him ,his charisma, personna, energy ,a hulk like body and a child like vulnerability on his face.She almost had a crush on him,an innocent one ,the one like she had on a school teacher , a girly one.And she loved it ,her cheeks would heat up, every time ,Sidahrth would talk to her.Sidarth always had this effect on women,he had always loved it ,being a ladies man.But today was different, he had been claimed ,claimed in love. The moment Shehnaaz had put words to her feelings ,Sidahrth knew she was the one he had belonged to and would belong to for ages,looking at those eyes had made him travel time.
All of a sudden he felt this urge to see her ,talk to her.As they say confessions make you bolder.Sidharth was getting bolder,with Shehnaaz, he was ready to take the strings of the relationship in his hands .He wanted her ,forever ,so he was willing to take charge and decide the direction for them.
Busy?...
SIDDHARTH
Shehnaaz received a text. A smile spread across her face.
"Mr actor is a charmer ...it seems",Bose teased her.
Shehnaaz blushed .indeed it is impossible to hide love ,when it happens, love is the language your body screams.She picked up her phone and dialed him
"Bekaar hi hoti h ...toh duty kyu?",he asked as soon as the phone rang.
Shehnaaz was in love with this Sidahrth, the one who was lighter around her.He was her rescue, a dream.
"Aap bhi hote ho....toh fir kon sa shoot?'',she was same .Exactly his copy.
The new found love with confessions brings its kind of things along.Both of them had a yearning for each other ,talking to each other.They wanted to know each other.The spring kind of charm, the one where orchads smell of the fresh blossoms, the one where the apple trees flower.Shehnaaz and Sidharth felt it even stronger ,they were the snowdrops to each other,the first flower that blooms announcing the arrival of spring , clearing the snow.
"Sun....can you by any chance clear this Saturday Sunday off your schedule...i have an outdoor shoot ....saath chalegi?",Sidahrth was a bit hesitant, but he asked anyhow.
"With you...Sidahrth...aur baaki log ka kya...baat hogi na?" She asked .it was beyond his natural ability to go ahead and announce to the world about anything that was personal to him,let alone Shehnaaz. He was too protective about her.
"Tu saath nahi aaegi...but saath hogi...i will explain...i mean agr tu nahi chahe toh I will not even tell my manager ,but I don't want to hide you...ofcourse mai Dunia ko nahi boluga...but agr koi teko saath dekhta h...i won't mind.Shehnaaz whatever this is between us,I want to keep it private not a secret. Agar mere collegues ko tu saath me dikh gyi...i don't mind it,but I would never explain us to anyone. "
Shehnaaz was in awe of him.He was older to her,a lot older.She loved the maturity he brought to the table.His perspective would give her insights,which her conflicting brain would often forget.
"Sun....mera shoot 5 bje tak over ho jaega...ghar saath chalegi?"
He had called his home. A home to both of them .Shehnaaz could not help but smile at it.She felt lucky ,to have found Sidahrth. A man who could love so perfectly, even without confessing he had given her all, even his home was theirs now.
"Nahi...aap chale jana...i will have to stay till 8 in morning. Tab tak duty h....aap ja k so jana....Bose will drop me."
Sidahrth did not like the mention of Bose.He knew Bose was a friend , proper friend ,who even had an idea abiut Sidahrth,yet Sidahrth felt a small prick at his heart.Sidharth was a territorial man.
"Mom...",he called his mother as soon as he entered the apartment.it was 6 in morning ,and Ruta had been up for 2 hours.She was an extremely spiritual lady, not religious but spiritual .she would get uo early morning pray and medidate,before sitting on the balcony holding a mug of hot water.
"Hey...all worked up ha.?",his mother questioned.
"Ya mom...mai fresh hike aata hu..
Kuch bnya aapne breakfasts me?"
"Aaja tu ...i will make something fresh.",she replied.
Sidahrth was out in the dining when she brought him ,Poha.They had memories with the dish.His dad never liked Poha for breakfast ,but since it was Rita nad Sidahrth's favorite, they had it anyways.
"Kah le.. .baaki ka fridge me hai....jab sana aaegi...usko bhi bol dena kha ne ko...mujhr preeti k saatb bahar jana h."
Rita did njt have any work in particular ,but she had noticed the quick moving equation of Shehnaaz and Sidahrth.Also past few days had been a conflicts.Rita wanted them to have alone time to sort things out and get along.better
Oye...i am sleeping...agr message late dekha...toh i would probably be sleeping....so don't wake me up.
Apni key use kar k seedha idr aana ...freshn up hoke...have breakfast ...fridge me hoga....
PS I want to wake up to your face....please do that.
SIDDHARTH
She checked the phone. Her eyes couldn't believe it..A man of nearly 40 ,who had dated the most sizzling of the women from the world of glamor, was spoiling her .Shehnaaz was slowly and steadily getting used to having him,and his mother.Sidahrth would do all these things so simply and quietly like they were no big deal,maybe to him they weren't as well,maybe to him they were his natural way of loving, but Shehnaaz felt them.She knew once she would get used to Sidahrth there would be no going back.Shehnaaz would forever be Sidharth's Shehnaaz
.No charm in world would ever catch her eye.She had long been so strong ,because she was alone.But now she felt ,she had Sidahrth and he would never let her fall.
