My Handsome Liar (Sid naaz ,❤️

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As they sat there, frozen in time, Shehnaaz's phone buzzed, breaking the spell. Siddharth jerked back, his eyes snapping away from hers. Shehnaaz's heart still raced as she reached for her phone, her hands trembling slightly.

"It's my father," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I should get this."

Siddharth nodded, his eyes still fixed on hers. "Yeah, you should."

As Shehnaaz answered the call, Siddharth couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. He didn't want the moment to end, didn't want to let go of the connection they had shared. But he knew he had to. He was pretending to be someone else, after all.

As Shehnaaz spoke to her father, Siddharth got up and walked away, leaving her alone on the beach. He knew he had to clear his head, had to remind himself of his true identity and his purpose. But as he walked, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he had just experienced something real, something special. And he couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he revealed his true identity to Shehnaaz. Would she feel the same way? Or would everything come crashing down?

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Siddharth returned to Shehnaaz, who was still on the phone with her father. He sat down beside her, his eyes fixed on the ocean as he listened to her conversation.

Shehnaaz was laughing and chatting with her father, her eyes sparkling with joy. Siddharth couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. He wanted to be the one making her laugh like that, the one she was happy to talk to.

As she ended the call, Shehnaaz turned to him with a smile. "Hey, sorry about that. My dad can be a bit much sometimes."

Siddharth smiled back, his heart skipping a beat. "It's okay, I understand. Family can be like that."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the stars twinkle to life in the night sky. Then, without thinking, Siddharth reached out and took Shehnaaz's hand, his fingers intertwining with hers.

Shehnaaz didn't pull away, her hand fitting perfectly in his. They sat there, hands clasped, the only sound the waves crashing against the shore. It was a moment of pure connection, a moment that spoke volumes without a single word being spoken.

As the night wore on, they walked along the beach, hand in hand, the world around them melting away. They talked about everything and nothing, their hearts beating in sync. It was as if they had known each other for a lifetime, not just a few hours.

And in that moment, Siddharth knew he was in trouble. He was falling for Shehnaaz, hard. But he couldn't reveal his true identity, not yet. He had to keep up the charade, no matter how difficult it got. Little did he know, Shehnaaz was harboring secrets of her own...