Jaan-e-Jaaha

2-Gullabi

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The party was alive with energy, the beat of the music making the ground beneath Shehnaz's feet vibrate. Laughter and chatter filled the air, guests swirling around in a blur of colors and movement. Shehnaz moved carefully through the crowd, trying not to stand out, her focus on the drink in her hand rather than the faces around her. She preferred it this way-blending in, unnoticed.

Sidrath, however, had noticed her the moment she stepped into the room. From his vantage point at the bar, his eyes had found her almost instinctively, tracking her every step. The way her hair caught the light when she turned, the slight furrow of her brow when someone spoke to her-he absorbed every detail. Yet, she had no idea. Shehnaz was entirely oblivious to the weight of his gaze.

She shifted nervously, her eyes scanning the crowd, though not for him. She had no reason to suspect Sidrath was watching her. She adjusted the strap of her dress and made her way toward a quieter corner, eager for a few moments of peace. Her movements were graceful, almost cautious, as if she were trying to navigate the chaos without fully engaging with it.

Sidrath took a sip from his drink, eyes never leaving her. The way she seemed to drift through the room, avoiding the attention of others, only intrigued him more. It was as if she belonged to a different world, unaware of the storm brewing just beneath the surface of his calm expression. He smiled faintly to himself, enjoying the game only he was playing.

A figure appeared beside her-too close for comfort. She looked up, startled, as a man with a crooked smile leaned in, his breath laced with alcohol. His words were slurred, and he didn't bother hiding his interest in her, his eyes lingering in a way that made her skin crawl.

"Hey, all alone out here?" His voice was thick, his tone far too familiar. Shehnaz stiffened, trying to keep her distance, but the man closed the gap with a grin that felt predatory. Her heart raced, and she gripped her glass tightly, glancing around for a way to politely excuse herself. But he didn't give her the chance.

"You don't have to be so shy," he said, leaning in even closer. Shehnaz felt a cold shiver run through her, her throat tightening as she took a step back. The music from the party seemed to drown out any hope of calling for help. She wished she could just disappear, retreat into the safety of the crowd.

Suddenly, the pressure lifted. A blur of motion caught her eye, and before she could fully process what was happening, the man was yanked backward with a forceful grip. Sidrath was there, his face dark with fury. Without a word, he delivered a sharp punch to the man's jaw, sending him stumbling into the nearby table. The music screeched to a halt as glasses shattered, and the crowd's chatter turned into gasps of shock.

Shehnaz froze, her heart pounding in her chest. Sidrath stood between her and the man, who was now clutching his face, trying to regain his balance. The party had gone eerily silent, all eyes now locked on the unfolding scene.

The man retaliated fast and tried to bring Sidarath on ground and they started fighting again Shehnaz with fear and confused state when near him holding his arm as she noticed people making videos " Bas kar de" she cried.

Sidrath turned to Shehnaz, his expression softening. "Tum theek ho?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Shehnaz, still shaken, managed a nod, her voice caught in her throat. "Haan, main theek hoon..." she whispered, though the intensity of the moment still lingered between them.

Sidrath was standing protectively by her side as the man was taken outside, but she couldn't process everything. A servant appeared at her elbow, speaking softly, "Mam, aap ke liye kamra tayar hai. Main aapko wahan le chalti hoon."