The Office Night (SidNaaz)

Chapter~55 {When Love Feels Like Loneliness...💔 }

The scene in front of Shehnaaz was enough to shake her to the core. Her heartbeat quickened as her eyes took in the absurdity of what lay before her.

"Sidhaar..." Shehnaaz started, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and anger. She couldn't even complete her sentence before another voice interrupted.

"Hey, YOU! Tumhe bina permission ke andar aane kisne diya, haan?" Samaira's confident tone cuts through the air like a blade. She stood there with an air of entitlement, glaring at Shehnaaz as though she were an intruder in her personal domain.

Shehnaaz's shock gave way to simmering sarcasm. "Ye sab kya chal raha hai, Mr. Singhaniya? May I ask you?" she said, folding her arms, her voice laced with irony.

Before Sidharth could respond, Samaira stepped in, raising her voice. "Who the hell are you to ask this question, haan? Who the hell are YOU?"

The words were like pouring oil on a smoldering fire. Shehnaaz's patience snapped. "Kanjara! Tu kaun hoti hai mujhse yeh poochhne waali? Hai kaun TU? Aayi badi 'Who the hell' wali," she fired back, her hands fisting at her sides.

Samaira sneered, her tone dripping with disdain. "What's with the language, cheapster? And for your information, I am Sidharth's personal assistant and his closest friend. Do you get that?"

"Closest friend, meri jooti!" Shehnaaz shot back, her words fierce and unyielding. "Hatt jaa meri nazron ke saamne se, isse pehle mai tera kaatal kar doon."

Samaira's confidence wavered momentarily, but she quickly recovered, clutching onto her indignation. "Kyun jaaun? Nahi jaungi! Sidharth, this is too much. Just fire her! Do you see the way she's talking to me? Fire her right now!" She turned to Sidharth, her eyes pleading yet commanding.

Shehnaaz let out a humorless laugh. "Ms. Heroine, let me clear it in your style, then. Will youuuu please kindly fuck off? Or else I'll have to kick your not-so-hidden ass and send you out myself," she said with a mocking smile, her voice oozing disdain.

Samaira gasped dramatically, her hands flying to her chest. "Haaawww! Sidharth, say something! Look at the way she's talking to me!"

Before Sidharth could respond, Shehnaaz stepped forward. "Woh nahi bolega. Uski jagah main bol rahi hoon na. Get out!"

Samaira's anger flared. "Kyun? Are you his wife? Jo woh teri baat maanega?"

The words hit Shehnaaz like a challenge. Her chin lifted, and her eyes burned with defiance. "Haan, hoon main uski wife. Kya kar legi tu?" she declared, her voice ringing with pride.

Sidharth froze, the weight of her words crashing down on him like a tidal wave. He had told her not to reveal their marriage to anyone, and here she was, exposing it in the most chaotic situation imaginable. His patience, already fraying from the events of the day, snapped entirely.

"Shut upppppp!" Sidharth's voice thundered through the room, silencing both women instantly. "Shut up both of youuuuuu! What the hell is going on? Why the hell are you girls fighting like cats?"

His fury didn't stop there. He turned to Shehnaaz, his eyes blazing. "And YOU! Tumhari problem kya hai, Shehnaaz? Main chahe Samaira se huss ke baat karun, ya usko god mein bithaaun, ya kiss karun—tumhe kya farak padta hai? Who the hell are you to judge or argue? Haan?"

Shehnaaz's breath hitched. His words sliced through her like a blade. How could he question her rights when she was his wife? His bloody wife! Even if he didn't openly accept it, how could he disregard her so easily?

"You are no one to question Samaira or her intentions," Sidharth continued, his tone cold and unforgiving. "I don't owe you an explanation, and neither does she. Do you get that? YOU ARE NO ONE, ALRIGHT? NO ONE! Thoda bhau ka dediya tum toh sar pe chadne lagiiiii...."