Dastan-E-Ishq : A SidNaaz Saga 🍁

2.1🍂

Mine---!?🍂
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Does it even make sense that Shehnaaz was just trying to look for that one pair of pink spectacles she had brought from Havelock island,
        when she abruptly; suddenly was confronted by This file...this life changing-hell of a file, staring back at her from her husband's section of clothes.

She wouldn't lie about it. She knows that it's not appropriate to sneak into her husband's drawer and most specifically, she shouldn't be this curious about the file that's been sitting quietly on the bottom section, probably hidden away from Shehnaaz's eyes.

But, as if it was fated and the gods above, just wanted to look out for Sana's fragile heart and well being, she had to be confronted by this heartbreaking situation; that she wasn't even meant to go through, at least Not This Soon.
            Her hands were shaky...absolutely out of her control when, she tried to reach and grab the reality into her hands.

Shehnaaz didn't even realise when her skin began to sweat and her heart started to pump up as she read the tagline on the file--- it says, No. It actually screams DIVORCE.

Her breathing isn't rational, her heart isn't in control and emotions are all over the place, just not even in her grasp anymore.
        Her throat ran dry, fingers stiff and body stilled down the same place where she had found the reason for her heartbreak.
Her brain is screaming at her to open the file up, go through the heartbreak in detail; just hurt yourself more..

But her Heart, that silly and fragile organ is telling her not to do this, to hurt herself anymore.
To not let this get to her heart and wait for her husband, Her SIDHARTH to clear up the air and bring this up.. when he's ready.
           Her stupid and dumbest little heart is telling her to give her husband...the time and energy to bring this up and it's ironic, how her heart telling her to prepare for the heartbreak and change of Sidharth is going to impose on her.

“Mumma..?” She heard, the voice...that adorable and softest voice that has been the second reason of her life being a heaven and days brightening up.

It's Mehak. Mehak Shukla, their seven year old daughter; specifically Sidharth's daughter from his ex-wife.

“Mumma!? Papa kab ghar aayenge?”

The question made her feel out of the place.
      what is she even supposed to answer? Her brain is not even functioning and she doesn't even know how to use her voice right now.

Thus, she just shook her head because she really doesn't know when Sidharth will be back.
She doesn't even know if, He had any breakfast or if he's been drinking water just well.
              She knows nothing because Sidharth hasn't been picking up her calls for four hours and now that Shehnaaz found this horrendous Secret, she can't help but feel her brain digging out each and every kind of change... Sidharth has been making since the past few days.

Her husband, Her Sidharth...the man she promised and swore to love until the very end of her life.
         The same man, who brings the best out of Her.. is changing and Shehnaaz realised that it was all in front of her, the decision of divorce and change in behaviour.

Those days spent out of their house and that suspicious happiness he's been harbouring of which shehnaaz doesn't even know the reason behind...

It was all in front of Her.

“Mumma..? Papa just texted.. He'd be back in an hour!” The little girl is right beside her, nudging her to be happy and smiley just like her.
But, Shehnaaz can't;
         She really can't when the same file is glaring back at her, screaming at her to accept the TRUTH.