Mafia's Girl

Part 35

Shehnaaz's P.O.V. 

I was overwhelmed with the way Sidharth was taking care of me. He never failed to surprise me at how much he can do just to see me happy and make me comfortable. I didn't know what I would have done if he hadn't supported me. I probably would not have been able to survive in this world alone. Even today, he went all out just to look for me. I heard the warnings he gave my father and I knew that he is being patient with him only because of me. Everytime he picked me up in his arms, I wish somewhere in my heart that I never have to leave him. I felt like the most secure girl in this world when I am in his arms. As we reached back to my room, he rested me on the bed and I wanted to tease him a little bit now as my mischievous mind enjoyed seeing him doing things for me. "Get my clothes for me," I said. He nodded and opened the cupboard. "Which suit do you want?" He asked. "Choose whichever one you like," I said. He took out a white suit and rested it on the bed. "Now you have to carry me to the bathroom and bathe me," I said. He looked at me dumbfounded as his face turned red. "Wha...What?" He stammered. "You cooked for me, you fed me with your hands, you aren't even allowing me to walk on my own feet so I thought you might bathe me even," I said, teasing him. He lowered his eyes and looked away as his face began to get more red. "I...I...how can....I....you know...you....are...a....girl," he said, nervously as he sweated. I enjoyed looking at how flustered he was getting. "We will tie a blindfold around your eyes," I said. "No!" He said and ran out of the room. I laughed. Slowly, I tried to get up but my feet pained. I did it again and again but failed everytime. This time however, I made my mind strong to reach to the bathroom and got up, enduring the pain. 

As I took two steps forward, I lost balance trying to lessen my pain and found myself falling forward. One strong arm held onto my belly, preventing me from falling on my face. "What are you trying to do?" Sidharth asked, making me stand up straight. He held onto my waist very tightly, lifting most of my weight so that no pressure is on my feet. Our faces were merely inches away from each other as my fingers held onto his shoulders tightly. My heart raced like a million horses running together and my knees felt weak being this close to him. My lips shivered as I breathed heavily and I felt immediate butterflies in my stomach. I felt myself pulling towards him and even though we were so close together, I felt as if it took forever to reach him. Just before our lips were about to touch, he whispered, "What were you trying to do?" My words however, found no way to leave my mouth and so, I couldn't answer his question. His hands on my waist did something to me, unexplainable and my hands slowly made their way from his shoulders to his neck. The air was tensed but it still felt satisfyingly peaceful. "Sheh....naaz...." he started but my lips didn't take long to quiet him as I touched them with his. Fireworks burst inside me as I kissed him. My eyes closed down slowly as I felt his fingers slowly pressing into my soft skin. I couldn't really explained what I felt in that moment but I knew I wasn't doing something I was going to regret after. I felt free from everyone and everything. The kiss was way too short for me as I wanted it to be longer but he slowly pulled away from me and his grip on my body loosened a bit. I opened my eyes to see him frowning, worried. "I'm sorry," he said. He made me sit back on the bed and he ran his hand through his hair, again and again, as he paced left to right with his eyes holding a series of emotions from confusion to worry to panic. 

"I...I...didn't mean to kiss you. I'm sorry," he said. I, on the other hand, wasn't going to apologise even though I initiated the kiss because if I did something wrong, I would have been regretting it but I don't even the slightest. I sat quietly and didn't speak a word as I looked at him moving left to right. He stopped and looked at me but my eyes diverted to another spot as I now felt too shy to look at him. Kneeling down in front of me, he held my hand saying, "You understand what I am trying to say, right? Please, don't stress too much about this. Just relax, okay?" "I...." I said looking away, "I want to bathe." He nodded and got up. He went to the door and I noticed a plastic chair. He took it and went into the bathroom with it. He came back out and came to me. "Let's go," he said and lifted me up. He carried me to the bathroom and I looked at the chair inside the shower. He made me sit there and placed two shower caps on my feet each. "This will make sure your feet doesn't get wet. I simply couldn't take my eyes off of him. He placed the bathrobe in arms length from where I was and he said, "When you finish just wear this and call me, I will carry you back out." Saying, that, he hurried out of the bathroom and closed the door. I slowly took off my clothes and turned on the shower. The water slowly ran down from on top my head to the rest of my body. I held my feet away from where the water was running to avoid it getting wet. I managed to bathe on my own and wore the bathrobe which Sidharth kept for me. I removed the shower caps from my feet and called out to Sidharth. He came inside and looked at me silently for a moment. He had already bathed and changed into his night kurta and looked dashing as always. Awkwardly, he looked away and cleared his throat. He came to me and took me into his arms and carried me back to the bed where he made me sit. 

"I'll wait outside," he said with his eyes on the floor and left the room. Perhaps he was too nervous to look at me after what transpired between us a while ago. I didn't blame him though because I kissed him in the heat of the moment without even thinking if he had any kind of feelings for me. I removed the bathrobe and while wearing my pajama pants, I slightly hit my foot and exclaimed, "Ouch!!!" "Are you okay?" An immediate response came from outside the door. Sidharth was waiting outside for me. "I'm fine. I just hit my foot a bit," I said. "Be more careful please," he said. I wore my clothes but began having some trouble with zipping my kurta. I tried hard for a few minutes but my shoulder started cramping painfully. "Ahhhh!!!!" I yelled out. Sidharth barged into the room and I quickly held onto my kurta against my shoulder so that it doesn't fall to create an embarrassing situation. "What's wrong?" He asked, panic stricken, sitting next to me. "Nothing," I said, turning to face him. "You're lying," he said, "I heard you scream. Tell me what happened." "I just caught a cramp on my shoulder," I said. "One minute," he said, trying to remove my hand. "No!" I said abruptly. He looked at me confused. "Why are you acting so weird?" He asked. "Ummm....my...." I said, unable to form my words in a less embarrassing way. "Tell me," he said. "My hands can't reach to zip my kurta," I said in one breath, shutting my eyes. I heard nothing and opened my eyes slowly. A playful smile hovered over his lips as he looked at me amused. "That's all?" He asked. "Yes," I said. He came closer to me and stared into my eyes deeply and intensely as if he was reading into my soul. His fingers slowly brushed against my neck lightly making all my pores raise. 

My breathing began to get heavy as blood rushed to my cheeks, making me red. I held onto his eyes with mine as his fingers made their way to my back and downwards. The air began to get tense once more however, he had control over me this time. One of his hands slowly pulled my hair aside and over my shoulder as his other hand slowly zipped up my kurta. I gulped down my saliva as his closeness undeniably stirred an emotion inside me. His face got closer and closer to mine and my eyes automatically closed down. The air he exhaled slowly fanned my cheek. "Why does your closeness do so much to me?" He asked. "I have the same question," I said. "Do I have any effect on you, on your heart?" He asked. "You do," I whispered. "Why?" He asked. "You tell me. What do you feel when you are this close to me?" I asked. "It cannot be said in words. It can only be felt," he said. "I want to hear it in words, in your voice," I said. He slowly pulled away from me and I opened my eyes. His eyes held fear once more as he looked at me. He changed the closeness into distance more and more as he pulled away from me. "This isn't right. Whatever is going on isn't right," he said. "What isn't right?" I asked. "You love Aditya!" He exclaimed, getting up, "We cannot be doing this. You are committed to someone else." "And if I say that I don't love Adi..." I started but he stopped me, holding his hand up. "I told you, this is impossible. This isn't going to happen again and if it does initiate, we will stop it right there and then. This isn't right," he said, sternly with his eyes bloodshot red. "Sid...." I started but he left the room, infuriated. I sat regretting, not what happened between us two times this evening but hurting and getting him angry. Whatever he said was true but it still didn't feel wrong. If something felt wrong it's being with Aditya instead. 

Being with Sidharth felt right. Perhaps, only I felt like this and Sidharth didn't have any romantic feelings towards me. I sighed and fixed myself on my bed. I leaned forward to pull my blanket over me but Sidharth already got at it. I smiled at him saying, "You're back. I thought I won't see you for the rest of the night." "Go to sleep. I am right here," he said. I could smell the strong scent of alcohol coming from him and knew he was drinking. I laid down on the bed and looked at him with my smile vanished. "I'm sorry," I said, softly. "For what?" He asked. "For getting you angry," I said. He kneeled down on the side of the bed and caressed my hair. "I'm sorry for getting angry and overreacting. I promise to try and not get angry at you again," he said. "You drank?" I asked. He nodded saying, "A little." "Why do you drink so much?" I asked. He chuckled and didn't answer my question but instead said, "Go to sleep. I'm on the sofa over here for if you need anything. Just call me. Good night." He stood up, turned off the lights and went to the sofa. Laying down, he looked up at the ceiling. The room was silent as I looked at him, lost, staring into space as sleep was very far away from both of us.

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