The Office Night (SidNaaz)

Chapter ~49 { Hurt, Anger and Unspoken feelings 🔥❤️}

The warm rays of the morning sun crept through the window, gently landing on Shehnaaz's face, but they did little to comfort her. The night before had been filled with harsh truths and painful realizations. She had wanted to fight back, to scream and tell Sidharth that the accusations he hurled at her were false—baseless, even.

But the fire in his eyes and the venom in his words had left no room for explanation. She had given up. Why bother proving her innocence when he had already made up his mind about her? If that's how he chose to see her, then so be it, she thought bitterly.

Shehnaaz had drifted into a troubled sleep, curled up into a ball, knees drawn close to her chest as if trying to shield herself from the pain. The exhaustion of the emotional battle weighed her down, her body heavy with the weight of unspoken words. Just as her mind began to sink deeper into sleep, she felt a cold shock. Splash!

Water drenched her from head to toe, jolting her awake. She gasped, eyes wide with disbelief as she struggled to gather her bearings.

"Good morning, my lovely highness! Rise and shine!" Sidharth's voice rang out, dripping with sarcasm. He stood over her, an empty glass in his hand, his face twisted with cruel amusement.
Shehnaaz shivered, not just from the cold water but from the coldness in Sidharth's tone. He stared at her with a smirk, as if her misery brought him some twisted satisfaction. Her heart sank, realizing that the man she once loved was now a stranger, someone who enjoyed seeing her broken.

She didn't say a word, only wiped her face and sat up slowly. There was no use in responding; she knew that whatever she said would only fuel his anger further.

"Kaisi lagi meri princess ko princess treatment? Achi lagi na? Haina haina? Kal se mai roj aisa uthaunga, haan?" Sidharth smirked, his words dripping with mockery.

Shehnaaz just nodded her head, too tired to resist, too numb to react. She had accepted her fate. This was her life now, and there was no escaping it. The idea of fighting back seemed like a distant dream, one she no longer had the strength to pursue. Shehnaaz had never known what it felt like to be truly loved. Her chachi never showed her any affection, and her father—well, he was more of a distant figure, never really there. It was only her mother who had showered her with love, but even that had been taken away when she was just eight. 

Since then, she had lived with her chachi in Mumbai, trusting her blindly, believing she had her best interests at heart.

But as the years went by, Shehnaaz realized the bitter truth. Her chachi saw her as nothing more than a servant, someone to manage the entire household. Shehnaaz did everything—cooked, cleaned, ran errands—and her chachi lived a life of leisure, free from responsibility. If Shehnaaz ever returned home late or did something slightly inconvenient, her chachi would punish her in cruel ways. Sometimes, she would pour hot coffee on Shehnaaz's hands, other times she would lock her in the small, damp storeroom in the basement. Over time, Shehnaaz had grown used to the pain, the isolation, the abuse. But deep down, she had always clung to one hope—that one day, when she got married, her life would change for the better.

She had imagined that her husband would love her, protect her, and they would build a perfect life together, a happy family. It was her dream of a "happily ever after." But now, standing here, soaked in water, enduring Sidharth's cold words and cruelty, she realized how naïve she had been. The man she had once believed to be her savior had become her tormentor. She was trapped in a marriage that was nothing but a nightmare, with a man who seemed to take pleasure in breaking her spirit.