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...
This story was requested byRajputgirl0225 . Well, she didn't gave me a plot tbh. Just told me few stuff she wants in them. So I come up with a story around it.
Guys it's a humble request to you all, give me a damn PLOT like the previous story I wrote (Her Innocent Love). Not just some tropes. Thank you.
Tropes:
• Obsessed MMC • Innocent but strong FMC • Stalking • Praise kink • Touch her and 💀
INTRODUCTION (Cast)
SIDHARTH OBEROI
"Whether you like it or not, you will be mine. I will ensure it, my little bunny."
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SHEHNAAZ DUBEY
"Stop stalking me like a creep. Or else I'll file a complaint against you and put you in jail."
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MOHITKAPOOR
"Sid, is it true, that you're stalking a girl?"
TINADUBEY
"Stay away from my baby, you motherfucker."
VEER SINGH
"I can tell you are very happy since Shehnaaz entered your life. You are always in a good mood and smiling."
PRIYA JAISWAL
"Please, don't do this again,"
PROLOGUE
•-Sidharth Oberoi-•
The city never sleeps, and neither do its shadows. As an Assistant Commissioner of Police (ACP) in Mumbai, I’ve seen the darkest corners of humanity. Corruption, crime, deceit—it’s a part of my daily routine. I wear my arrogance like armor, a necessary shield in a world where weakness is preyed upon. They call me ruthless, and maybe I am. I don’t have time for softness, for innocence. Or at least, I didn’t.
It was an ordinary evening, my team and I were on the highway, patrolling in an effort to catch a notorious drug dealer who had been eluding us for months. The city's cacophony was replaced by the tense silence of the chase. That’s when I saw her—Shehnaaz Dubey. A quiet figure at the side of the road, her eyes wide and uncertain, her movements hesitant. She radiated an innocence that stood in stark contrast to the world around her. It was disarming, almost infuriating.
I watched her for days, curiosity mingling with an unexpected protectiveness. She was a puzzle, her silence speaking volumes, her shyness a fortress. I found myself wanting to break through that fortress, to claim that innocence for my own. It was more than a desire—it was a need, a hunger that gnawed at my core.
My interest wasn’t welcome. She avoided me, her eyes flitting away whenever our paths crossed. But the more she resisted, the more determined I became. I’m Sidharth Oberoi, and I always get what I want. Her innocence was under siege, and I was the one laying the siege. I knew it wasn’t right, but in my world, right and wrong were luxuries I couldn’t afford. I wanted her, and I would have her, no matter the cost.
