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'm ready," I whispered into his ear.
Despite my hatred about the police community, I couldn't help but give him a chance to win my heart. Or maybe he already had, somewhere along the way, knowingly or unknowingly.
I came to this decision after seeing him up close-witnessing his pure love for his mother, his protectiveness and passion for me, his beautiful friendships with Veer and Mohit, and how he treats people around him at work, even managing to maintain a cold and authoritative attitude.
I had seen him communicating with his friends. He was so playful with them, like a naughty child. He tolerated their nonsense like a good friend, ordered them around like their boss, treated them like brothers, and cared for them like family. He joked and laughed with them like friends, and when needed, he was very strict with them, like a teacher. I had seen different shades of him around them.
He even cared for Priya, because she is my best friend and Veer's fiancée. I had seen him making her comfortable around him so she could talk freely, even when he was wrong, like that day outside our college. It was a good gesture from him.
I had seen and heard how he treats people at work with so much authority but still remained polite and respectful towards older people.
One night while talking with him over the phone, he was, as usual, at the police station in his personal cabin. We heard a police officer shouting at someone. Sidharth went outside to check and found an old couple crying and begging that officer to find their lost 10-year-old granddaughter, who hadn't returned home from school.
It was almost 11 at night. The old couple had tried their best to find her on their own all day but couldn't. In desperation, they had come to the police for help. But the officer wasn't ready to file a missing person complaint, saying it had not been 24 hours.
Sidharth was furious. He scolded the officer, emphasizing that finding the girl was more important than adhering to formalities and protocols. He mentioned the dangers the girl could face-kidnapping, sexual assault, child trafficking, and what not? Finally, they filed a complaint, and Sidharth promised the couple he would find her at any cost. His voice was authoritative and reassuring.
All the while, I was on the line, hearing everything. That night, he earned my respect. I didn't say much to him afterward, just a simple "Good night" before ending the call. But his actions had deeply affected me, and I couldn't sleep, thinking about him and his dedication.
Sidharth was a man of his word. Not everyone can live up to their promises, but he did. He found her and dropped her off at her house to her old grandparents.
Last night, he told me he had found the girl. She was safe and with her grandparents. He shared that she was the only family they had left after losing her parents at a young age. Hearing this, I cried, and Sidharth tried to console me over the phone. It was another sleepless night for me.
