Can't let YOU go !!!

CHAPTER 22: COMFORTING.

It was 8:30 in the clock when Shehnaaz heard the knock on the main door but she doesn't bother to go.

Her room's door opened after some minutes. A tired Sidharth entered the room and went straight to the washroom. He came out after almost 15 minutes. Shehnaaz was sitting in the bed with her feet folding in her side. Sidharth went on his side. He seemed to be very upset about something. But they don't usually talk about everything so Shehnaaz didn't ask.

He rested his head on the bed rest same as Sana.

After a long time silence he broke the silence.

"Shehnaaz" he said with a sad voice and she looked at him from her phone.

"Mom, ghar pe nehi hain" he said with the same sad tone and Shehnaaz shrugged her shoulder asking 'So'

"Main yaha pe apna sirr rakh sakta hoon? Please" he pointed at her lap. Shehnaaz was shocked with his request. His eyes were so vulnerable. He was looking so weak. Something is definitely wrong. He was searching for his mom, he couldn't find her. Now he is searching some comfort in Shehnaaz. His eyes were wet with unshed tears. She never saw him like this. Even after hating him so much she couldn't say no. She just straightened her legs giving in to his request.

He placed his head on her lap holding her by both of his hands on either side of her. He didn't make any sound but she could feel something wet in her upper thigh.

'Yeh ro rahe hain' She wondered in mind what can happen to make him feel this bad.

More wetness she felt there. He was silently crying. A huge man like Sidharth crying wasn't something felt normal. Forgetting everything Sidharth did to her last month for some moments Shehnaaz placed her hand on his hair and run her hand there. Comforting him. Letting him cry and feel a bit free after.

Her throat also felt dry when Sidharth sniffed a little. His nose flared due to crying. Her heart also pained. She took a tissue paper from side table and give that near his face and run her hand in his hair more comfortingly. Her heart cried for a man who made her cry many days. This is how Shehnaaz was. Soft hearted. She couldn't see this big man cry like this anymore. She placed a audible kiss in his hair which made Sidharth's grip tighter around her. He dug his face there. She flinched feeling him there.

"You wanna talk?" Shehnaaz ask with love and concern filled in her voice still moving hand in his hair.

Sidharth wiped his face by moving his face in her lap. That tickled Shehnaaz, having Sidharth face dug in her lap, wet from his tears and now his moving there and pressing his face there to wipe his tears.

But this wasn't the time for thinking something else. This big man is crying.

After almost 2 minutes when she asked he wants to talk or not Sidharth moved a little. He never shared these things with anyone. So it was difficult for him. He raised is face to just move a little so that his face is facing Shehnaaz.

He was red. Shehnaaz's heart broke seeing him this time.

"My dad!" his voice shook and he took a pause to clear his voice. Shehnaaz waited till he get comfortable. He was looking at the ceiling.

"He died!! My dad,, his liver!!" He finished saying this with many break with his cracking voice. He wasn't in a state of talking. But Shehnaaz wanted him to let his heart out. She was quite, she couldn't believe they were having this conversation. They rarely have conversation. Without taunting..

"I was fifteen. When!!" he didn't complete. He doesn't need to.

"Today in the hospital. A same case. Same age like Dad." He wasn't completing any sentence. But she got everything. His gaze was fixed upward and fresh tears started forming again.

"But I was able to save him. I wish someone could save dad that day too." His lips quivered. "I , I ," his lips quivered more when Shehnaaz cradled his head in her chest tight. Her arms around his neck. His teary face dug in her chest. A drop of tears also shed from Shehnaaz. Sidharth held her waist tightly where he cried like a baby. Still without making sound. His shaking, trembling body was making Shehnaaz's heart churned. She rocked back and forth to give him some comfort.

A while letter she felt his breathing getting steadier. He was calm. He slept in her arms. She tried to move but his grip around her waist was so tight that she couldn't move even in his sleep.

She sighed and rested her back in the head rest.

'Is this the same Sidharth who had treated me so bad, made my life a living hell?' But today she couldn't match this vulnerable, loving, soft hearted Sidharth to that rude, arrogant One.

She wasn't sleepy and her mind had a storm in her mind. Sidharth in her arms his slow, steady breathing falling in her lap. She can feel it to her core. Seema asked in the morning how he would feel on top. That thought was running in her mind having him so close. She touched his back. Rubbing it softly.

Another scenery ran through her mind.

One month earlier.

"Shehnaaz!!!" a restless Sarita ji Opened Shehnaaz's office door with a thud. Shehnaaz was surprised why she was huffing.

"Sarita ji, kya hua." She rushed to the door.

"Jo log pichle hafte ye jagah kharidna chahete the wohh log aab jabardasti kar rahe hain. Wohh log hame yaha se uthane ki vi dhamki de rahe hain. Fir last me bolke gyae ki sirf Aapke shehnaaz ji hi kuch kar sakte hain. Do din ka time hain" She finished and looked at shehnaaz with hopeful eyes.

Shehnaaz instantly got who they can be. She felt disgusted.

"Shehnaaz. I don't know yeh saab kya hain. Par mujhe itna pata hain ki ye jagah or ye bacche hi meri jindegi hain. Maine apna pura life iss NGO ko diya hain. Mera sab kuch." She came close and held Shehnaaz's hand.

"Mujhe galat maat samjho beta. Maine tumko bhi hamesha apni baccchi ki tarha dekha. Mujhe pata vi nehi yeh kya hain. Par main tumhari jageh pe hoti to inn baccho ke sir se chad kavi hatne nehi deti." She sounded selfishly sad. Shehnaaz just squeezed her hands in her own giving her the assurance.

She also can't let anything happen to her children. She knew who was behind all these. So she called him instantly.

"Dr. Sidharth, Aap iss tarha giroge mujhe pata nahi tha." Shehnaaz spoke furiously.

"I don't have a choice. If I have to do this to make you say Yes then, there it is." He sounded so cold. That disgusted Shehnaaz.

"Chiiih, maine kabhi socha vi nehi Aap aisa niklo ge. Mujhe nehi karni Aap se saadi. Aap samajhte kyun nehi?" she shouted.

"Par tumhe karni paregi. I can do anything. Remember. Do din hain tumhare pass." He cut the call. When shehnaaz threw the chair in disgust..

Present day

Shehnaaz opened her eyes with a jerk. She couldn't move. Then she saw Sidharth still wrapped up in her lap and waist.

"Aap asal main kya ho. Masoom, Anath baccho ke sir se chhad khichne wale patthar dil insaan, ya phir abhi ye jo apne Dad ko yaad karke khud bacche ki tarha rone wale naram dil insaan."

She whispered looking at his closed eyes with tear stains and a little parted mouth.

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