Mafia's Girl

Part 64

Sidharth's P.O.V. 

After hours of singing and dancing, Shehnaaz's mehndi ceremony was completed. Meeta helped her change into her nightgown and get ready for bed. She sat in her room, on her bed as I sat on the floor and applied a simple lemon and sugar concoction on her dried mehndi design to deepen it. "By the way, I don't think I need these hacks to deepen the colour of my mehndi because I know you love me a lot," she said. "To the power of infinity," I said, looking up into her eyes as she chuckled. "I wish Mom and Dad could have been here," she said. I paused as I got a bit disappointed hearing about her father. "Do you know? Dad always said that when his daughters get married, he will cry more than Mom during the kanyadaan. He will miss us more than anyone else will," she said. I quietly continued applying the mixture on her hands as she spoke. "Meeta and Ajay are here so part of my family will atleast be able to see me get married. But, I always dreamed of my parents giving me away to my husband. I guess, this is the only incomplete wish that couldn't be granted. Atleast Dad don't know about my illness otherwise he would have been so guilty," she said. When I looked up at her next, tears glistened in her eyes, threatening to fall any moment. As she blinked, I placed my hand under her chin, catching her teardrop. I sat on the bed and gently wiped away her tears. She gently came closer to me and sat on my lap, cuddling her body onto mine and looked at her design. A sense of sorrow overcame me as she looked sad. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" She asked softly, "Can you find your name?" My eyes slowly roamed her hands, not rushing to look for it and she turned her head and kissed my cheek. "Thank you for giving me so many magical moments in my life. You have fulfilled all my wishes so far. I love you," she said as she nuzzled her face in my neck. 

Slowly, she slipped into slumber and I rested her back gently on the bed and covered her with the blanket. Her words replayed in my head as I looked at her sleeping peacefully. I went to my room and took my gun from my side drawer. Taking out all the bullets, I left one and walked out the room. I bounced into Daksh and he asked me, looking at the pistol, "Where are you going at this hour?" "I have something to do. I will be back in some time," I said. "I will come with you too," he said. "No need. Don't worry. It's nothing worrying. I just need to do something for Shehnaaz," I said. I left him and took my car keys. Without any of my bodyguards or driver, I drove alone to Shehnaaz's family apartment building. Going up to her house, I banged on the door. "Who is it this late?" I heard from inside and Shehnaaz's mother opened the door. She looked at me shocked as I fumed in anger. Barging into the house, I noticed the garland once again hung on Shehnaaz's picture. Ripping it off, I looked through the house and saw her father inside his room, looking at a picture which he quickly hid behind his back upon seeing me. "How dare...." he started, angrily but stopped the moment I pointed my gun to him. He froze as he looked at me with the fright flashing in his eyes. "I warned you before to stop putting this garland on Shehnaaz's picture! You won't ever hang this on her picture anymore!" I said, gritting my teeth. "Why does it bother you so much about a garland on my daughter's picture?" He asked. "Because tomorrow is Shehnaaz's wedding. To me!" I yelled as Shehnaaz's pain formed tears in my eyes. They both looked equally shocked. "This time I am not going to speak to you nice and respectfully but I came to give you a final warning to stop doing this. Because when Shehnaaz thinks about this, it hurts her! She cries! And for her tears I can kill anyone! And I can die also!" I exclaimed, and wore the garland myself, "So what do you think? Do I have to press this trigger?" 

"You don't!" Her mother said, coming up to me. She went to her husband with clasped palms and exclaimed, "That's enough! Stop it now! I beg of you! Don't hurt your daughter anymore!" Turning back to me, she said, "Rest assured. This garland would not be hung on our daughter's picture anymore. But our Shehnaaz loves her parents so much that even if we tell her once to not marry you, she won't." I frowned and lowered my hand knowing that it was true. Without saying anything else, I left and sat in my car. I broke down into tears as I felt frustrated at my helplessness. Even with all the wealth and power I have today, I couldn't help Shehnaaz. I couldn't reduce her pain. I hated myself for this. I promised to give her all the happiness in the world and I am failing miserably at it. Starting the car, I sped off with a loud screech and flew the car back to my mansion. Reaching back home, I entered to see Daksh waiting for me in the hall. I dropped my shoulders as I went and sat on the couch. "Sir, you should go and get some rest. Tomorrow is a big day," I nodded and got up. Placing the gun in his hand, I said, "Good night." As I was making my way back to my room, I stopped to check in on Shehnaaz and sat on her bed, looking at her sleeping just as I left her. I lightly tucked her hair behind her ear and she turned around and rested her head on my lap, hugging me. I had no objections and allowed her to sleep right there as I rested my head back on the bed head and continued caressing her hair.