The bad boy game [ sidnaaz ]

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Sidharth's eyes widened in shock as he opened the door to find Shehnaaz slumped on the floor, her eyes glazed over. He rushed to her side, "Sana! Oh my god, what happened?"

Shehnaaz mumbled incoherently, her words slurred. Sidharth's mind raced as he tried to make sense of the situation. He had never seen Shehnaaz like this before.

Panicked, Sidharth called Shehnaaz's friends, "Guys, you need to come here now! Sana's...she's not okay."

When they arrived, they were equally shocked. "What do we do?" Sidharth asked, feeling helpless.

Shehnaaz's friends exchanged worried glances. "We can't take her home, Sid. If anyone finds out she's in this state, she'll get rusticated for sure."

Sidharth's eyes widened in understanding. "What about the hostel?"

"We can't take her there either. The warden will kill us."

Sidharth took charge. "Okay, we'll take her to my place. No one will bother us there."

As they carefully lifted Shehnaaz and made their way to Sidharth's car, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Who could have done this to Shehnaaz? And why?

Shehnaaz's eyes fluttered open, her head throbbing with a relentless hangover. She was met with an unfamiliar ceiling, and her foggy mind struggled to piece together the events of the previous night. As she sat up, she realized her dress had been changed, and a wave of panic washed over her.

Suddenly, Sidharth walked into the room, a concerned expression on his face. "Sana, how are you feeling?"

Shehnaaz's mind raced, and her instincts took over. "You...you took advantage of me!" she accused, her voice shaking with anger and fear.

Sidharth's eyes widened in shock. "What? No, Sana, I swear I didn't!"

But Shehnaaz was beyond reason. "Everyone says you're a disgusting person, and now I know it's true!" she spat, her hand connecting with a resounding slap across Sidharth's face.

"Sana, please listen!" Sidharth pleaded, but she was already storming out of the room, leaving him stunned and hurt.

As she fled, Shehnaaz's heart raced with tears and anger, her mind replaying the events of the previous night. She couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal and violation. Sidharth's protests of innocence echoed in her mind, but she refused to listen.

The door slammed shut behind her, leaving Sidharth standing alone, ............