Shehnaaz Gill would have never considered surrogacy in her wildest nightmare. But after her father's critical heart attack the expenses started adding up, and she was left with no choice but to accept a somewhat dubious arrangement with Mr. Sidharth...
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Shehnaaz was sitting in her room, worried and troubled. The incident that happened a few minutes ago kept on surfacing before her eyes over and over again. Sidharth and Shehnaaz were together a few moments ago, and she couldn't stop thinking about the sudden kiss that Sidharth planted on her lips. It was too quick for her to be prepared for it or stop it. So much passion overpowered her and she was astounded and somehow got immersed in the moment. They detached themselves away, and it was then that they realised what had happened between them.
Sidharth looked embarrassed. Shehnaaz rushed back to her room immediately. She had been strolling in her room, back and forth. She felt embarrassed too.
"How could I do that? I'm just his surrogate. Oh lord, How am I going to face him now? But wait... He initiated the kiss... why am I so bothered?" Shehnaaz mumbled.
While she wandered around her room, she was filled with mixed emotions.
The same was the case with Sidharth. It was a moment of love driven by passion, but it had become a matter of stress for him. At regular intervals, Sidharth stroked his fingers in his hair out of agitation. He was drowning in embarrassment, thinking about that one moment.
"How could I lose control over myself? What must she be thinking about me? How could I commit such a blunder? How would I face her? I cannot contain myself in this room. I would have to get out of these walls and face Shehnaaz anyway. She might be infuriated at me. And she is bound to be. My deed... ahh... It is clearly not worth praising. Not at all. What should I do now?" Sidharth thought to himself.
Both Shehnaaz and Sidharth were restlessly panicking in their rooms. They spent the entire night wondering about that one kiss that had become the cause of unnecessary anxiety.
Sidharth was guilty. He couldn't sleep the whole night. The next morning, he dressed up early and was all set to leave for the hotel. Though he was ready, he couldn't gather enough strength to get out of his room. He sat on the edge of his bed and wondered, "Should I go and apologise to her? Would she forgive me? If Shehnaaz doesn't forgive me, I won't be able to let go of this mistake of mine. Oh God, please give me some strength so that I can face Shehnaaz. I need to speak to her at any cost. But how am I supposed to do that? And what would I say?"
Sidharth was struggling with the thoughts reverberating in his mind. After much effort, Sidharth made up his mind to apologise to Shehnaaz. Rehearsing the conversation in his mind, he came out of his room and made his way to Shehnaaz's room. Sidharth wondered how Shehnaaz would react to his apology. He took every step ahead with a heavy heart.
After posting his thoughts, Sidharth had now arrived at the door. He extended his hand to open the door but stopped in the middle. He felt he didn't have enough strength to talk to Shehnaaz and apologise to her. He stood there at the door for a while and kept looking at the door that was closed.
