A LOVE STORY OR NOT PART 2

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Although, Sidharth did enter Shehnaaz's room sneakily, but today not for romance.

He was tired and he could just sleep at the thought of a bed. But he knew that knowing Shehnaaz was just a few steps away from him, he wouldn't be able to sleep alone in his room.

So Sidharth did what he had been doing a lot lately. He sneakily made his way towards her room and knocked it.

When no sound came, he knocked again and then huffed before using a spare key to open her room.

The room was quite and the lights were still on. On the bed laid Shehnaaz. She was still in the sangeet attire.

She was asleep and he could hear her soft snores. He frowned looking at her state, she hadn't even taken out her jewellery.

Sidharth made his way towards the bed and bent down in front of her. Her back was facing him.

He took out the hair pins which looked so painful, out of her hair and took out all the hair accessories before opening her braid.

Her hair cascaded down from the tight hair do and lay loosely on the pillow.

Next, he moved towards her arms which were adorned with several silver bangles. He slowly took them all out.

Sidharth looked at her face and was relieved seeing that she had no neckpiece in her neck. He immediately opened the heavy earrings.

Sidharth grabbed all that stuff and moved it towards the dressing table. He sighed in relief on behalf of Shehnaaz. She looked far better than she did before.

He didn't have the heart to wake her up, so he unwillingly let her sleep in the heavy outfit.

But he could atleast get rid of that choli which might be irritating her. Thinking that, Sidharth looked around the room and found a crop top.

He immediately, but carefully, zipped down the choli and held her up from one hand to take it out from beneath her.

She was a light sleeper but today, she didn't  get disturbed even for a second as Sidharth moved her so much.

It seemed that she was far more tired than he had thought she would be.

She was wearing a tube brasserie inside. Sidharth immediately pulled down the off shoulder crop top down her body and made his was towards the other side of the bed.

As soon as he laid down, his eyes fell on the tattoo that was clearly visible because she was wearing an off shoulder top.

It made Sidharth's heart race. How come, both of them got this same idea?

He really didn't know who sowed this idea into her but it looked beautiful.

Even before he knew, his hand moved forward and stroked the tattoo gently. The skin was still inflammated and red all around.

He frowned thinking about the tight choli that was covering it. It might have irritated and suffocated her. She might have been in pain everytime the material would have brushed her tattoo.

Sidharth moved closer to her and carefully without disturbing her, took her into his arms and pulled her closer, his hand resting on her bare waist.

He continued making patterns on her waist, until he finally fell asleep.

Shehnaaz woke up first in the morning and as soon as she opened her eyes, the most beautiful sight laid in front of her eyes.

Sidharth was shoved right into her chest like a baby and his hot breaths were falling over her heart shaped birthmark.