Here I'll write some short stories of our beloved couple SidNaaz aka Sidharth Shukla and Shehnaaz Gill.
1. Her Innocent Love [Completed]
2. Innocence Under Siege [Completed]
3. Hate to Love You [Made into a separate book]
4. More Than Friends [On-go...
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I put my feet into my black high heels and bend down to pull it up from behind fixing it perfectly into my feet. I sit straight and get up from the white couch when I was sitting seconds ago. I walk towards the dressing to check my appearance before I leave for office.
I own a real estate company. It's basically of my late father's. It's his company which currently I'm running for last tree years after his demise. He was very good in this business. Seeing him, I got interested too.
My father was a great father for me. Very supportive, very loving very caring and protective too.
He has always supported me and my decision. Even when I decide to work for him at his company. My mother was against this like any other time. She thinks this is not for women. My parents have no son, but two daughters. Me and Tina.
Tina is my younger sister. She is five years younger than me. She was an unplanned child. Being the well planned and big sister I am, I never failed to tease her on it. Yeah! I'm a little bitch to her. Nevermind. Siblings are meant to be like this only. Pulling each other's legs.
Well, I was mad at my mother and her mean comment on me. Just because I am not a man doesn't mean I can't work for my father at his company. Or I can't run the company after him. Right?
But my father, he was there to support me in every step I took. He taught me everything. How to deal with clients? How to talk with them? How to handel our employees and workers on the sites. Everything. He taught me everything before he died in blood cancer.
It was a tough time for us. I miss him. I miss him a lot.
"I miss you papa," I say, looking at his photo through the mirror of my dressing table. His photo is kept on my nightstand. I focus my eyes on me in the mirror.
"Hmm!" I am satisfied with my look.
I am in white dress shirt under a gray suit pants. My raven hair is left open nicely rested on my shoulder. Nude make-up on face. A coat of light pink lipstick of my full lips. Diamond stud earrings in the ear. My S locket pendant rested around my neck. It was my 18th birthday gift from my father. A gold ring on my left hand's middle finger. It was my father's which I took from my mother. And a gold wristwatch, again gifted by my father.
I am a daddy's princess. Everyone knows it. Even Tina, my little sister. She thinks I have some daddy issues, which is a lie. I guess. Maybe! I don't know.
Honestly, I like to wear formal clothes at work rather than a salwar suit. After all, I am the boss. A boss needs to look classy, strong and confident. I am feeling that for sure. But when it comes to my mother I lose my confidence from 100 to 0. She has that aura.
"Shehnaaz?"
The call of the devil and the devil appears.
It was my mother. Her loud voice echoes in the house making me flinch at my place.
