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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"Hold me tight," Sidharth said.
I could sense he was still mad at me, and he had much needed to be. But what could I do? At first, I thought about confronting him regarding his actions and how they affected me. I was mad at him, but things held me back from lashing out and telling him everything.
Maybe, it was my growing affection for him that was stopping me. The more I talked with him, the more I started to like him and understand him closely. Then, his mother had a heart attack, and we became even closer. I didn't proactively add to his tension or make him feel guilty about it.
I could easily take the exam after six months. I knew it would cause me some problems, but what could I do about it? Or him?
What could he have done in this situation? Nothing. It was my college matter. No offense, but he was at fault. He was the one who had confronted Gaurav. I heard Gaurav's father is an influential person, though I don't know who he is or what he does.
It's not that I'm weak or that I didn't protest. I did. But I don't like to beg, and I didn't want to do what Gaurav's father was asking for.
His father sent me a message through a man, asking me to beg for his forgiveness and marry his son in exchange for letting me take my exams.
I wasn't ready to do either. I would die before begging for Gaurav's forgiveness or marrying him. Gaurav is fine now.
So, in the end, I took help from Sana on Priya's advice. Sana joined our college at the beginning of this year for her bachelor's degree. She is just 19. Even at such a young age, she acts like a mature woman. I like her bold and sassy attitude.
She is the dream girl of every guy in our college, even Gaurav. He approached her once before me, but she rejected him to his face, calling him "uncle," meaning "old man." Everyone laughed at it, even me, but secretly.
I love the way she doesn't entertain them and directly rejects them without any fear or hesitation. I wish I was like her—bold, sassy, fearless, and full of attitude. She's fearless not because her father is a billionaire, but because she is inherently like that. Or maybe she had to be fearless and strong.
She reminds me of Sidharth. They share similar character traits. I just hope she doesn't end up with a man like me—gentle and shy.
"Shehnaaz," Sidharth's voice broke my thoughts.
"Yes," I quickly held him tightly, rested my head on his back, and closed my eyes to feel him closely and to feel the cold breeze against my skin.
Sidharth, me, and this silence. The best combination. Pure peace.
I felt his hand over mine, and my eyes snapped open in response to see what he was up to. I smiled shyly as he took my hand near his mouth and kissed it softly. Butterflies danced in my stomach, and my face heated up with shyness.
