THE SICK SOULS

4.| Taadofying

It had been four months now. And Shehnaazika and Siddhaat had bonded quite well. Shehnaazika was no longer sitting alone, she was joined by Siddhaat. They had been spending all the time in the university together, talking about random things, making each other laugh out loud. And, and, and!... Siddhaat had started calling her 'Shehnaaz' lovingly ❤😚.

{One Friday morning:}

They were sitting on a bench inside the university campus when a pamphlet came flying and dropped just near Siddhaat's right foot.

'It is to inform all the Sinoyatians that we will be having this year's fest at the end of this month. A couple of competitions have been organized which include dancing, singing, modelling, cooking, acting and a lot others. All the interested students can contact the undersigned' , it read.

"I'd been waiting for this from sooo long! ", siddhaat shouted in excitement.

" Oh wow.. What are you gonna take part in? ", asked Shehnaazika.

" Thoda bahota ga leta hun", Sid exclaimed.

- "you never told me.. Huh?.. Such a reticent you are.. "

"😁... BTW.. U gonna take part in any of these? ", he asked , smiling.

Shehnaazika had loved modelling since childhood and always desired to take part in such competitions. But, growing up, she started to believe that she can never do it because everytime she would decide to participate, some or the other thing would happen, and she would end up ,not taking part.

With a heavy heart, she said, "no.. Actually, I'm not.. ".

He could sense that something's wrong and this was making him anxious.

He had never even touched her since the time they first met. But, this time he had to.. To relax her.
He held her right hand with both his hands and made a grip , assuring her his support.

"Shehnaaz, mujhe nhi pata tum kya chupa rahi ho but mai etna zaroor janta hun ki mere sath tumhe ghabraane ki koi zaroorat nhi hai, tum mujhe bata skti ho", he assured.

Her eyes were filled. She looked up into his eyes with her watery ones and said, "Siddhaat, mujhe modelling KRNI hai... Will u support me?.. " and her throat choked and she rested her head on his muscled chest, her right hand still under the grip of his left one. And with his right hand, he was continuously patting her back.

"Always", he firmly answered, a sense of commitment in his voice.

-" I've always wished to be a part of such a competition, par har baar kuch na kuch aesa hota ki mai rehne deti
jabke mera dil usse mai atka rehta. "

"Parr ess baar sab vaisa hoga jaisa tum chahogi. Tum bahoot mehnat krogi, poore mann se , aur jeetogi bhi", he reassured.

-" Hmm"

She stopped sobbing and realized that there was not even an inch gap between them and with a jerk, freed herself from his grip.

"a..... Abb mujhe jana chaheye .... Kal milte hain.. ", she said and left.

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Both of them had started rehearsing for their respective competitions. And, Siddhaat was always there to hearten her whenever she felt dispirited.

On the other hand, Shehnaazika kept adoring his great vocals without his knowledge but could never manage to see him singing the complete song because of her own rehearsals.

Nonetheless, she decided that she'll definitely watch his full performance whenever possible because she knew she'll not get a chance to do so on the final day.

It was just a couple of days left for the fest and she decided to peep into the music auditorium to watch him sing. She rested one of her arm on the main door and kept gaping at him as if absorbing his voice into her soul.

Him, playing the guitar and singing :--
"Kuj na kuj hrek nu mere to chahida... Par tu hi ae jo mere to bass mainu mangdi... ", with his soulful ❤ voice was a sight to behold🥰🤩😊.

This is the original song👇

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