"Famous model, actress, singer and big boss 13 icon Shehnaaz Kaur Gill took her last breath and leave this world. Till now we are reported that her car was found on the cliff and both the actress and her driver were found severely injured. For more...
"Sidharrrthh, Chal uth khotte aaj meko jana hai" Shehnaaz whined pulling the blanket off Siddharth's body.
"Paka mat na yaar raat ko vi tune achhe se sone nahi di. Abhi vi bakwass Kar rahi heh." He closed his eyes after completely covering himself with the blanket.
"Haww, kitna wo hein tu" she moved closer to him and picked something from his face. "Tu Mujhe attention Nahi deh raha. Dekh kitni laggi hai main nu. abhi tu uth ja fatafat aur breakfast ke liye chal. Mera 8: 00 baje ki shooting hai"
"HMM" He just hug her and close his eyes.
"Abhi tera jyada hora hai. Bebbu uth ja naa yaar latee hojayega air sab kahenge Sana apne baat pe khadi nahi hoti. Maine already 8:00 baje aane ki commitment di rakhi hai. Waise vi Flipper naam pada hua hai mera. Aur sab kahenge ki ye toh kaam mein bhi professional nahi hai"
He jerked up after listening to her and start taking out his clothes for a bath "Ja Apna kaam kar. Gadhi 2 min na khud shant reheti hai na mine sone deti hai. Kal raat var teri bakwas suna na maine, raat ke 2 baje tak najane kya kya dikha rahi thi dekha na maine. Bakwas karti hai.."
"Jab main chali jaungi tab horse sell karke sleep karna. Okay baby?" she hugged him and kissed his heart which was enough to melt him.
"Agar aise English bolne lagi toh tuje 2 class mein admit karwayenge" He gently pushed her as he don't want to hurt her burnt hand only to gain whine from her.
"Koyi na mein uss teacher ko Apne aadao se nichawar karke usko school se nikswasit kardungi. Paar haye bichara sir choddo vi . todha naam kamane lagi hu aur pehelwan jaisa haina Tu samhalega." He moved to the closet and took a simple denim shirt and pants.
"Nikwasit Nahi niskashit hota hai."
He slammed the bathroom d oorr and sana rolled her eyes.
"Chalo Aaj ki sid ki nind vagao prakriya Yahi samapt hoti hai, isi bahane nahane toh gaya." She giggled and jumped but winced after she indirectly hit her hand.
"Aaaan, Sidharth Mujhe laggi" she knocked on the door where the water sound could be heard. "Mubarak ho"
He shouted from inside. She banged the bathroom door and went to the kitchen.
"Maaaa"
" AY, chilla kyu rahi hai bigboss ki ghar se nikle huye 1 saal hogaya hai. Abhi vi usi zone mai ho?" she slightly slapped her head but soon kiss her forehead.
"Ab Kaise hai tera hath.?" Rita ma took he hand and observed her injury. "Thik hu mai. Raat vaar Siddhart se attention li maine aur subha vadka hua hai bechara." she giggled.
"kya kiya tune?" Rita ma asked he amusingly. "Wo na yaha se jate hi main so gayi aur Siddharth script wagera padh raha tha. Jab hum khana khakar aur saab logo se milke gayi na to maine.
flashback
Last night both were sleeping in each other embrace no matter how difficult it is to breathe or sometimes it is hard to adjust still they find a way to be in each other's arms. It was getting difficult for Shehnaaz to sleep not just due to the stinging pain in her arms but also the fear.
Every time she has to leave Sid unknown fear rises in her heart. She unattached herself to him and went to Instagram which made her smile as her fans and sidnazzians were appreciating her and Sid and her clips, and pictures from the big boss were trending. But the subtle smile faded away when there was hate and bad comments not only on her but both of them.
No matter how much one says HATRED doesn't affect them but like how the darkness is still visible on the moon no matter how much light the hidden untold darkness and hatred is there likely still affects her somehow.
Due to the dim light in the darkness and loss of warmth Siddharth's sleep also broke and he observed her furrowed brows. He understood that something was bothering her and if this thought isn't stopped here, she will be messed up and that will affect not only her next days but his also.
So, he hugged her from behind and kept his jaw above her head.
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"Kya Kar rahi hai?" He asked eyeing her phone which was showing lots of comments. He held her which was holding phone and threw it somewhere on the bed. And her injured hand was lying flat on the bed and his other hand finger was drawing patterns on her hand.
"Oi, tu Pagal hai? Tu Hoga koi India ka million owners eligible bachelor jiske paise pe sab marte hai main nahi thik hain na? Isiliye ye mara mari kisi aur ke pass karna samaj gaya?" she snorted but didn't protest his soothing rubs and warmth.
"Toh kiske saath karu?" He was trying to ease the situation. "Aur agar mein eligible bachelor hu toh to vi shenaaz Kaur gill hain na moti? Tu din vaar insta snap aur najane kya kya me din vaar online hoti hai aur uspe kitna comment karte hain log mein bhi uss sab ko leke baithu? Jyada na faaltu ki baate mat kiya kar samjhi, aise jaga pe apna dimag maat sada. Bakwass karti hai."
She gave her thoughts, and it was right those were just mere articles about him whereas he himself is behind her cuddling here in his house inside his room in his own bedroom.
"Sorry kullu, jyada boldiya na par main hu hi aise toh seh liya kar, thoda bahut nakhre uta liya kar, kabhi kabhi flim dikha diya kar, kabhi khabhi mainu vi ghuma liya karrrrr" saying so she smooched his whole face and climb up keeping her head above his heart.
" chal tujhe mein hamari BB wale din ke videos dikhati hun mere sar sujha." Both were watching the videos till late night with Siddharth caressing her hair and pecking it timely and sana was complementing both of them. Soon she was asleep, but he was still immersed in the video. When he finds her completely silence, he closes the phone and kiss her forehead letting his lips linger there for some time and hug her tightly not leaving any space.
"Meri gadhi"
flashback ends
"Aree bol kaha khogayi?'' Siddharth's moms shake her little. "KUCH NAHI VAAR VAAR KE ATTENTION LIYA MAINE" and she giggled.
