In the heart of Lahore's elite circles, Shehnaaz finds herself thrust into an arranged marriage with Sidharth Khan, scion of the powerful Khan family. Bound by tradition and familial duty, Shehnaaz navigates the complexities of her new life as "The...
Zaira and Shehnaaz rushed through the corridors of the Khan mansion, their voices echoing in the early morning silence. "Shehnaaz, jaldi karo! Hum late ho rahe hain college ke liye," Zaira urged, adjusting her dupatta as they hurried down the stairs.
Shehnaaz struggled to keep pace with her energetic cousin, her bag slung over her shoulder. "Zaira, thodi der ruk jao," she panted, trying to catch her breath. "Mujhe bhi tayyar honay do."
Zaira flashed her a teasing grin. "Always the slow one, Shehnaaz. Chalo, let's go!"
They finally reached the dining area where breakfast awaited. Aisha Khan, her beloved khala, greeted them with a warm smile. "Aao betiyan, jaldi se nashta karo. Tum log late kyun ho?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.
Shehnaaz quickly took her seat, pouring herself a cup of chai. "Khala, hume jaldi nikalna tha. College ke liye classes miss nahi karna hai," she explained, taking a bite of paratha.
Zaira, ever the lively one, added, "Haan Ammi, aur Shehnaaz toh aaj bhi late hai. Bas ek cup chai aur usko bhej do!" she teased, earning a playful scowl from Shehnaaz.
After a hurried breakfast, Shehnaaz and Zaira grabbed their bags and rushed out to the driveway where Rafi uncle, their trusted driver, was waiting by the car. The morning rush hour had already begun, and they could hear the faint sounds of traffic from the main road.
Just as they were about to pull away, Sidharth appeared at the doorway. Shehnaaz froze momentarily, her heart skipping a beat at his unexpected presence. He strode over to her, his expression unreadable. "Shehnaaz," he said quietly, his voice commanding.
As Shehnaaz observed Sidharth's commanding presence, she couldn't help but think, "Agh, ab isko kya chahiye?" He looked every bit like a Greek god in the early morning light, his demeanor as imposing as ever. Shehnaaz felt a mix of apprehension and curiosity about what Sidharth wanted to discuss.
"Bhai, we need to go, we're late," Zaira interjected, breaking Shehnaaz's thoughts. Sidharth glanced at both of them and then stated firmly, "Zaira, you go with Rafi uncle. I'll drop Shehnaaz. I have things to discuss." His voice brooked no argument.
Reluctantly, Shehnaaz followed him, feeling small next to his towering frame. She climbed into his car, instantly surrounded by his scent, which made her uneasy. Sidharth glanced at her, noticing her nervousness. Leaning closer, he gently fastened her seatbelt. "Kya kar Rahi ho?" she asked, her voice tinged with panic. He smirked, lingering close to her.
"Acha lag Rahi ho," he complimented softly.
Shehnaaz blushed, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. Gathering her courage, she asked, "Aapko kya baat karni hai?"
"Kuch nahi, bas apni biwi ke saath waqt guzarna chahta tha," Sidharth said, his words catching Shehnaaz by surprise. Her eyes widened as he gently turned her face to meet his intense gaze. "Aaj Abbu tumse ruksati ke baare mein poochenge. Tumhe pata hai kya kehna hai-koi shikayat nahi sunni chahiye," he added firmly, his voice low and commanding.
Shehnaaz felt a chill run down her spine as his grip on her chin tightened slightly. "Par... Sidharth, main..." she started hesitantly, unsure how to respond under his intense scrutiny.
Sidharth leaned closer, his eyes locked onto hers with an unwavering intensity. "Shehnaaz, agar tumne Dad ko koi shikayat sunai, toh mujhse bura koi nahi hoga," he warned, his voice edged with a hint of threat.
Shehnaaz swallowed nervously, feeling trapped by his gaze and the weight of his expectations. After a tense moment, she reluctantly nodded. "Ji... theek hai," she agreed softly, knowing she had little choice but to comply.
As Sidharth leaned back into his seat, relaxing, he started driving Shehnaaz to college. The atmosphere in the car remained tense, and Shehnaaz's mood was visibly spoiled, her gaze distant as she stared out the window, lost in her thoughts.
As they reached the college, Sidharth parked the car and turned to Shehnaaz . He placed a firm hand on her thigh , bringing her out of her thoughts ."Hum pohanch gaye hain," he said his voice authoritative .
Shehnaaz blinked , her thoughts interrupted by the warmth and pressure of his touch . Her pulse quickened and a flush of heat spread through her. "Sidharth, what are you doing?" She asked hesitantly, trying to ignore the sensation.
Sidharth's grip on her tightened as she tried to remove his hands, instead of letting go, his hands go moved higher , almost reaching her mound , gripping her thigh firmly. The heat from his touched seared through the fabric of her clothes, making her heart race even faster. "Shehnaaz jo maine tumse kaha tha, yaad hai na?" he said , his tone low and threatening .
Shehnaaz felt a wave of panic and helplessness. She squirmed slightly, trying to remove his hand but his grip only tightened. "Sidharth please", she whispered,her voice trembling.
Sidharth's eyes narrowed with authority, as he withdrew his hands momentarily easing Shehnaaz's tension. But as he firmly grasped her slender waist, tracing the delicate curve of her navel through her kurti , she trembled involuntarily. Shehnaaz breathed heavily feeling the assertive pressure of his fingers against her skin, sending a rush of unfamiliar sensation through her body. Suddenly he pinched her waist lightly, causing her to gasp softly . "Shehnaaz,remember what I told you?" his voice now even more commanding and insistent."Abbu jab tumse kuch poochein, toh haan kehna samjhi?"
Shehnaaz's throat felt dry and she swallowed hard, nodding quickly."ji Sidharth, main samajh gayi," she managed to say her voice barely audible.
Sidharth's grip relaxed slightly , but his eyes remained hard and unyielding . "Good",he said, his tone softening just a fraction. "Ab jao, aur apna dhyaan rakho."
Shehnaaz nodded quickly, her heart racing. With a glance at Sidharth, she swung open the car door and practically bolted out onto the pavement. "Kitna besharam aadmi hai, bilkul samajhta hi nahi," she muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with irritation. "Yeh toh bilkul creepy hai! Pata nahi rukhsati ke baad mujhe kya kya karne ki koshish karega. Batameez bewakoof, khabees!" She couldn't help but shake her head in disbelief, feeling flushed and wondering playfully about what Sidharth might attempt after the wedding ceremony.
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