Aitai : I want to see you.

Treasure

As Sidharth walked alongside Shehnaz with a friendly smile, he said, "So, this is our third meeting, and yet, I still don't know your name." Shehnaz glanced sideways at him with amusement, replying, "How is that even possible? Huh

The first time, we just exchanged glances across the the library na. The second time... well, I was a bit of a mess! I was in a saree, trying to balance those heavy bags, and then my heels broke right in the middle of the street!" Sidharth chuckled, recalling the moment. I remember!

You looked like you were trying to master a high-wire act with those bags." Laughing lightly, Shehnaz's cheeks flushed as she admitted, "It was so embarrassing! I was scrambling to keep everything from falling, and I didn't even get a chance to thank you properly for helping me. I'm really sorry about that."

Sidharth stopped for a moment, his expression sincere. "You don't need to apologize. I saw you were a bit flustered, but honestly, it just made you more relatable." sacchi mujhe to aap serious lge alpha man type. Shehnaz smiled shyly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I guess I can be a bit clumsy sometimes. It seems to be my specialty. Grinning, with mischief in his eyes, Sidharth responded, "Not that clumsy! You managed to juggle all those bags and still kept a smile on your face. That's impressive." Feeling more at ease, Sidharth asked with a teasing smile, "Aphla huh, do you read those big stories? Shehnaz, without missing a beat, started talking non-stop, her excitement clear as she dove into her thoughts.

Shehnaz playfully rolled her eyes. "Well, thank you! I'll take that as a compliment. But really, I appreciate your kindness. It's not every day someone stops to help a flustered stranger." As they continued walking, Sidharth's tone lightened. "It was nothing, really. Just doing what anyone would do. But now that we're getting to know each other better, I think it's time I know your name. Shehnaz stopped to face him, smiling brightly. "I'm Shehnaz. It's nice to finally meet you properly, and I'm Sidharth .

"Are you going somewhere?" Sidharth asked, glancing at Shehnaz
. Oh no, siyappa! mai to bhul hi gye . I was supposed to go to the Gurudwara. Today's my day off, so I thought I'd visit, but there was such a traffic jam here... maybe because of your car!" She added with a teasing smile.

Sidharth chuckled. "Well, if I'm the reason you're running late, then it's only fair I drop you off at the Gurudwara. But give me five minutes. I just need to lock my house. He pointed to a building nearby.

aap yaha rahte ho? Shehnaz asked, surprised.

Sidharth looked a bit awkward, scratching his head. "Yeah... so, are you coming upstairs, or should I come down after I'm done?

Shehnaz laughed. Let's go to the Gurudwara first! It's not like I'm coming to your place on my first visit aap chahte ho mai apke sath chalu. She joked, making fun of the situation. Sidharth, feeling a bit embarrassed, smiled sheepishly.

Sidharth eased his sleek, black BMW into the road, and as Shehnaz settled into the passenger seat, it felt as though they had known each other for lifetimes. The ease between them was undeniable, a deep comfort that didn't require words to fill the silence. Shehnaz, feeling unusually open, began to speak-her words flowing effortlessly as though this moment had been waiting to happen.

She talked about why she had come to the city, the reasons to her roots. Her father, she shared, was half Bihari, a man shaped by the cultures of two states. She recounted stories of him, woven with pride and affection, and then about her mother memories that seemed to bring warmth to her voice. Her mother's influence was strong, the essence of her Punjab heritage blending into her own identity. As she talked, her voice carried both the weight of nostalgia and the relief of finally sharing her story with someone who seemed to care.