Judaiyaan

Part 36

The next morning, as the sunlight filtered through the curtains, Sara's eyes fluttered open, grogginess clouding her senses. Confusion washed over her as she took in her surroundings, trying to piece together the events of the previous night.

Suddenly, her gaze fell upon the figure beside her, and a sharp gasp escaped her lips. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" she cried out, her voice laced with panic.

Startled, Shubman jolted awake, his heart pounding with alarm at Sara's sudden outburst

Shubman's frustration peaked as he struggled to comprehend Sara's reaction. "Pagal ho gayi ho, Sara?" he blurted out, his tone a mix of disbelief and exasperation. "Itne scream kyu kiya?"

Sara shot him a glare, her eyes narrowing in defiance. "Tum... mere sath tha puri raat," she fired back, her voice tinged with accusation. "Maine kuch bola tumhe. Agar kuch bolo toh bhul jao usko."

Shubman's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Sara's retort, momentarily taken aback by her boldness. "Oh really?" he replied, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "Toh matlab maine kya kiya puri rast tumhare sath? Kuch nahi bahut kuch interesting bola hai tumne?"

Sara rolled her eyes, refusing to back down. "Haan, bilkul. Bahut interesting baate ki hogi lekin sab jhoot tha , kuch sach nahi tha samajh gaye," she replied sarcastically, her lips curling into a sly grin. "But tumhe kya farak padta hai , tumhe toh aap na sach mana hai ? Nasha utar gaya na mera ,toh ab sab kuch bhool jao , joh kuch maine bola

As Sara attempted to rise from the bed, her movements cautious and uncertain, a tense silence settled between her and Shubman. His eyes followed her every move, his expression unreadable, as if grappling with a multitude of emotions beneath the surface.

"Sara," Shubman's voice broke the silence, its tone edged with a hint of urgency, "where do you think you're going?"

Sara paused, her heart racing with a mix of apprehension and confusion. "I... I just need some air," she replied hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

But Shubman's grip tightened slightly as he reached out to stop her, his eyes searching hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "No, Sara," he said firmly, his voice tinged with an unspoken plea. "Stay. We need to talk."

Sara swallowed hard, the tension between them palpable as she met Shubman's gaze, her own eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and longing. "Talk about what, Shubman?" she asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Shubman hesitated for a moment, his gaze never leaving hers as he struggled to find the right words. "About us," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper, laden with unspoken emotion. "About what happened last night."

Sara's heart skipped a beat at his words, her mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. "Shubman, I..." she began, her voice trailing off as she struggled to articulate the jumble of thoughts swirling inside her head.

As the tension between Shubman and Sara reached its peak, Shubman's expression hardened, his resolve evident as he made a decisive move. In one swift motion, he shifted their positions, so now Sara found herself beneath him, pinned beneath his weight.

Sara's breath caught in her throat at the sudden change, her eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. She instinctively tried to push him away, her hands pushing against his chest with a sense of urgency.

But Shubman, his patience wearing thin, refused to budge. With a frustrated sigh, he caught her hands in his, pinning them above her shoulders with a firm grip, effectively immobilizing her.

"Enough, Sara," Shubman's voice was firm, his tone tinged with irritation as he stared down at her. "Bahut ho gaya Soniye. Ab sach tum khud bologi ya phir main tumhe yaad dilau."