Secrets of Whispers | ✅

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Author Note :

Once I complete the story "His Unwanted Wife," I plan to write a short story exploring themes of desire, lust, and love, intended for mature audiences.

Happy reading. 💖

And always remember this guys...👇🏼

"कर्मण्येवाधिकारस्ते मा फलेषु कदाचन। 
मा कर्मफलहेतुर्भूर्मा ते सङ्गोऽस्त्वकर्मणि॥"

[ Chapter 2,
Verse 47 of the Bhagavad Gita ]

Meaning/ Explanation :

"इस श्लोक का सार है कि कर्म को ईमानदारी से और निःस्वार्थी भाव से निभाना चाहिए, परिणामों पर ध्यान केंद्रित करने की बजाय प्रक्रिया पर ध्यान केंद्रित करना चाहिए, और कर्म और आलस्य के बीच संतुलन बनाए रखना चाहिए।"

"You have a right to perform your prescribed duties, but you are not entitled to the fruits of your actions. Never consider yourself to be the cause of the results of your activities, nor be attached to inaction."

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The days settled into a routine for Sidharth and Shehnaaz as they balanced their professional commitments with caring for Sidharth's father, Mr. Shukla. Each morning began with Sidharth ensuring his father was comfortable and receiving the necessary medical attention, while Shehnaaz took charge of household duties and providing emotional support to both Sidharth and his mother.

One evening, as Sidharth returned home from a particularly hectic day at the office, he found Shehnaaz sitting beside his dad in the living room, engrossed in a quiet conversation. The sight warmed Sidharth's heart—he knew Shehnaaz's presence was a source of comfort not just for him, but for his entire family.

He approached them with a smile, setting aside his briefcase. "Hey, Dad. How are you feeling today?" Sidharth asked, kneeling beside his father's recliner.

Mr. Shukla looked up, his face lighting up with a gentle smile. "Better, beta. Shehnaaz has been taking such good care of me," he replied warmly, patting Shehnaaz's hand affectionately.

Shehnaaz blushed slightly, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Papa ji, it's my duty and my privilege to take care of you. You're like my own father," she said sincerely, her voice filled with warmth.

Later that night, after dinner, Sidharth and Shehnaaz sat on the balcony overlooking the garden—a quiet sanctuary away from the worries of the day.

"I'm so proud of you, Shehnaaz," Sidharth murmured, gazing at her with admiration.

Shehnaaz turned to him, her brow furrowing slightly. "Proud of me? For what?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"For everything. For being so strong, so caring. You've brought so much light into our lives," Sidharth replied, his voice filled with sincerity.

Shehnaaz smiled softly, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I love your family, Sidharth. They've accepted me as one of their own, and I can't imagine my life without all of you," she confessed quietly.

Sidharth wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. "And we love you, Shehnaaz. You've become the heart of this family," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

In the following weeks, as Mr. Shukla continued to recover, Sidharth and Shehnaaz found themselves drawn closer together. They stole moments amidst the chaos—sharing morning coffees in the kitchen, stealing kisses in the hallway, and finding solace in each other's arms at the end of long days.

One afternoon, Sidharth found himself in the garden, helping his dad with his physical therapy exercises. Shehnaaz joined them, her presence bringing a sense of ease and cheerfulness to the task.

"Papa ji, aapko exercise karne se pehle thoda rest lena chahiye," Shehnaaz advised gently, adjusting the pillows behind Mr. Shukla.

Mr. Shukla chuckled, shaking his head fondly. "Shehnaaz, tu toh hamesha Sidharth ki tarah hi hoshiyaar nikli hai," he teased affectionately.

Sidharth smiled, admiring the easy camaraderie between Shehnaaz and his father. "She's amazing, Dad. I'm lucky to have her," he said sincerely, his gaze lingering on Shehnaaz.

Mr. Shukla glanced between them, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Beta, pyaar kiya hai toh nibhana padega," he said sagely, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Sidharth looked at his father, struck by the truth in his words. "I know, Dad. And I want to," he replied softly, his heart brimming with love for Shehnaaz.

As the days passed, Sidharth found himself falling deeper in love with Shehnaaz—a love that grew stronger with each passing moment. He found himself opening up to her in ways he never had before, sharing his fears, his dreams, and his deepest thoughts.

One evening, under the starlit sky in their garden, Sidharth took Shehnaaz's hand in his, his heart pounding with nervousness and excitement.

"Shehnaaz," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "I want you to know how much you mean to me. You've been my rock, my strength through everything. And I... I love you," he confessed, his eyes never leaving hers.

Shehnaaz's breath caught in her throat, overwhelmed by the depth of his words. "Sidharth," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion, "I love you too. More than words can say."

They embraced, their hearts beating as one, knowing that they had found their forever in each other's arms.

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