Shehnaaz believed Sidharth when he said that he was there to buy fruits for his mother who was fasting on the occasion of Navratri the other day.
"So, how was your date? Tera boyfriend tujhe ghar tak bhi chhodne nahi aa sakta, ha?" He chuckled, asking her.
"We broke up." She replied, resting her head on the window and enjoying the windy weather.
"Wha-why?" He was quite surprised to know, they were seemingly doing well so far he believed, now somewhere the guy's plain face made sense though.
"Reasons." She mumbled, not willing to tell him that he was one of those reasons they broke up. She had seen Ranvijay's uncomfortable face when she mentioned moving into Sidharth's house apart from the fact that she wasn't ready to share certain things about her past with him.
"You okay?" He asked, giving her a short glance but her hair had veiled her face.
"I'm okay. Itni bhi badi baat nahi hai." She chuckled, dramatically waving her hand off.
"If you say so." He shrugged, driving themselves back home.
It had been a couple of days, they were in this simple routine of having breakfast and leaving for work together, however the second half of the day depended upon his meetings in the office and his frequent visits at Rita Ji's place. Whereas Shehnaaz used to go out with Bindu to the Garba nights organized by a nearby society.
Today, Sidharth was at his mother's place for a small hawan, the family was praying for the well being of Preeti and the child she was carrying. He was sitting among his family members when Shehnaaz called him.
"Bol." He received it, walking away from the living room. It must have been urgent if she was calling him because he had told her about the pooja he would be attending.
"Ghar pe light nahi hai, 10 minute ho gaye hai. Meko-" she was telling him.
"Darr lag raha hai?" He chuckled, asking.
"Ha! Itne bade ghar me akeli hu. Ek glass bhi toot ta hai toh itni zor ki awaz aati hai, poori Vikram Bhatt ki movies wali vibes aa rahi hai tere ghar se." She told him.
The huge 3BHK was all black out, scaring her since she stumbled upon her slipper and mistakenly dropped the glass from her hands, the sound of crashing resonated out loud. She knew she shouldn't be afraid, she was safe at his place but still couldn't help herself when the mere opening and closing of doors made that scratchy noise.
"You! Tune glass toda!" He accused her.
"I'm sorry! Itne andhere me kuch nahi dikh raha tha yaar. Phir bhi mobile se flash light on karke saaf kiya maine!" She replied, offended that he was worried more about his glass than the electricity.
"Hmm, tujhe laga toh nahi glass?" He asked then.
"Aw! Thank you for asking! Mai thik hu!" She sarcastically replied.
"Sidharth kahi se pata kar na light kab tak aayegi!? Ya phir tu jaldi aa." She mentioned.
"Ha, mai secretary se puchta hu. Usually inverter on kar dete hai unlog. Actually aaj barish bhi itni zyada hui na, poora road bhara hua tha jab mai office se nikal raha tha. " He told her.
"Hm, jabhi mai aa rahi thi tabhi bhi wahi haal tha." She replied.
"I'll call the secretary right away, okay. Tu tension mat le, thik hai. Bohot kam power cut hota hai, jald hi aa jayegi light." He assured her.
"Hmm, thik hai. Waise mujhe darr nahi lag raha hai, bas wo jagah thodi nayi hai na. Toh. It's creeping me out a little bit." She tried to explain herself.
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Strings Of Love
أدب الهواةThis is a story of two different people going through certain phases in their lives they really don't deserve to be in. But such is life, how we face situations we are in, is more important than what we deserve and what not. Because the waxing and w...
