Siddharth’s smile stiffened and his feet stopped.

He weakly shouted: “ Shehnaaz?”

She didn’t answer. She was so quiet she didn’t seem to breathe.

Siddharth sat next to her, then held her hand and intertwined their fingers tightly.

“Look, I won the prize. Aren’t I good?”

“We’ll finish our movie. And next year we’ll be able to come together at the Golden Silk Awards. I’ll be the best actor, and you’ll be the best actress. Everyone will envy us for being such a fated pair, the best couple ever. We’ll be the number one couple every year, the most beloved couple.”

Siddharth said with a laugh, “In the movie, we’re also a loving couple. If I had the male lead’s powers, I’d split half my life with you. Who said you were so bad?”

When the doctor came with Adith, Siddharth was still talking with Shehnaaz.

“When you get better, we’ll get married again. We’ll have a big ceremony. I made you a dress, you can wear it soon.”

The doctor came over and with just a touch, knew she had gone. “Mr. Shukla, she has already…”

Siddharth immediately became violent. “Leave! My wife is resting. Don’t disturb her.”

Adith cried, “ Bro,  sister shehnaaz is gone.”

He held Shehnaaz’s hand with some nervousness. “Who’s gone? She’s asleep. Tomorrow, tomorrow she’ll be healthy.”

Adith walked over and pulled on him.

“Bro, calm down.”

Siddharth pushed Adith away, “I am calm. Have you made Shehnaaz’s soup yet? She’s been eating less lately. She’ll starve if she doesn’t eat more at night.”

Suddenly, Adith moved forward, grabbing Siddharth’s collar and punching him.

Siddharth staggered back a few steps and hit the wall.

Adith’s tears were flowing. “bro, I’m sorry.”

Siddharth was shocked. He looked dazedly at Adith, seemingly unaware of his surroundings.

He pushed Adith aside and stumbled to the hospital bed, reaching out to Shehnaaz’s cold face.

Then he bowed his head and kissed her lips that held no warmth.

“I kissed you, so wake up.”

He trembled, tears dropping on her pale face.

“I kissed you, so wake up.”

He kissed her again, but she wouldn’t wake.

“ Shehnaaz, don’t you love me? Don’t you not want to hurt me?”

Siddharth begged in tears.

“I’m so sad right now. Won’t you wake up?”

Siddharth had never been so humble, nor had he begged so desperately.

He begged her to wake up.

But Shehnaaz didn’t breathe, and the heartbeat in her chest had stopped long ago.

Adith and the doctors and nurses standing by couldn’t bear it anymore.

However, they had a duty to perform. The doctor tried to persuade Siddharth. “Mr. Shukla, I know you’re upset, but she is already gone. You need to accept reality.”

Siddharth was pale, and he suddenly seemed to wake. The helplessness in his eyes made the people watching depressed.

He opened his mouth and tried to say something, but the despair, deep in his chest, surged out.

He looked at Shehnaaz, reached out for the fruit knife on the table next to him, and drove it towards his chest.

Adith, frightened, used his whole body and jumped to take the knife from Siddharth’s hand. But Siddharth was too strong–the knife in his hand just changed direction and embedded itself into his abdomen.

Blood spilled.

But Siddharth didn’t feel any pain.

The doctor rushed to give him first aid, but Siddharth held out his bloodied hand and grabbed Shehnaaz’s finger.

Good. They could be together forever.

The darkness came over him, and when he woke up, his stomach was convulsing with pain.

**************

7 years later.

At the awards ceremony, Siddharth took the most important prize in his life with a gentle smile.

He was the first domestic actor to receive the top international award.

Over the 7 years, he had grown to be more mature and low-key.

He polished himself from diamond to jade, making those who met him feel as though he were a spring breeze.

Adith had already established his own business, but remained his assistant.

His fans grew up with him, growing from youthful fanaticism into loyal fans.

He had fulfilled his promise to Shehnaaz. He was no longer ignorant and did not easily offend others.

He treated everyone seriously, with humility and without narcissism.

The only thing that remained unchanged was his everlasting longing and love.

Siddharth returned home and was still very serious about his work, never idle for a day.

Every day after filming, he would sit by Shehnaaz’s grave and tell her what he did that day and what awards he had won.

7 years ago, his knife missed its target, and he did not die.

Adith told him while he lay in the hospital bed: “ Sister Shehnaaz wants you to be well. She rejected you while she was sick because she was afraid you’d fall in love with her.”
Siddharth’s face was colorless. He just sat there.

After Shehnaaz had died, his world had stopped.

Adith looked at him in sorrow. “I’ve seen her collection. If she liked you on stage, before she was sick, then she really loved you after she fell ill.”

Only someone who worshiped Bro as a star would go crazy gathering all the things about him.

And when Shehnaaz was sick, she didn’t collect stuff about him, but she loved the real Siddharth more, caring about whether he was doing well.

“ Sister Shehnaaz, in her last days, did everything to wish you well. You shouldn’t let her down.”

Adith was almost unable to say it. “You failed her for so many years. After her death, are you going to continue to fail her?”

This sentence finally struck Siddharth in the heart.

Adith looked at him in astonishment.

Siddharth’s blank eyes burst into tears. He bent over and began to cry with heart-wrenching sobs.

He hadn’t spoken, eaten, or drunk anything for a long time after Shehnaaz’s death. This was the first sound Siddharth had made since then.

This cry, completely unrecognizable, was full of pain and loss of love.

And then he started getting back to normal.

He began to work hard to become a man who would not fail her.

This was the past seven years.

After filming, Siddharth was returning late at night to his apartment.

The apartment was dark and empty. His heart was as deep as an abyss, empty and dazed.

He opened the wine cabinet, pulled out a bottle, and began to drink.

Outside the window, lights were shining.

He stood next to the window, alone.

Siddharth drank too much wine, and his stomach started aching again.

He leaned against the wall, holding the bottle and drunkenly hugging his stomach.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. His eyes lit up as he eagerly took out his phone and typed in the familiar number.

The phone is connected.

Siddharth said, sounding wronged, “ Shehnaaz, my stomach hurts.”

There was a moment of silence.

Siddharth, afraid she wouldn’t believe him, stressed: “It really hurts, and I can’t find the medicine. Can you help me find it?”

On the other side of the phone, Adith’s voice came. “ Bro, are you drunk?”

Shehnaaz’s number had been bought and kept by Adith, so that it wasn’t a blank number.

Siddharth knew this, but occasionally while he was drunk, he would call Shehnaaz’s number.

Siddharth was stunned when he heard Adith’s voice, and he became quiet. “I’m fine. You go to rest.”

When he was done, he hung up.

Then, he reached up and rubbed his face hard, shaking.

“ Shehnaaz, I’m hurting. Why don’t you come and cheer me up?”

It was said that the dead would come back on the day of their death.

Today was her death anniversary. If she really did come back and saw him like this, she would be really upset.

And then she would show up and hug him.

He had waited so long, but she never came back.

He was tired.

******************

ONE YEAR LATER.

Adith placed a bouquet of flowers in front of Shehnaaz and Siddharth’s grave.

“ Bro, like it said in your will, I placed your ashes next to sister Shehnaaz’s. Your property was donated as you wished.”

Siddharth’s had advanced stomach cancer, but didn’t treat it.

There was no fear of death. In fact, Siddharth was very happy that he could finally die.

Adith looked at the pictures above their gravestones.

Unlike other people, there was a photo.

This photo was taken by the reporters when they watched a movie all those years ago. Shehnaaz was holding hands with him and walking across the street.

At that time, they had been very glamorous.

He was looking at her with deep eyes, and she was smiling sweetly.

Even in death, they were the best couple.

Adith still remembered that when he got this photo, he signed 100 photos for the reporter’s sister.

Looking at the photo, Adith said: “ Bro, you’ll find Sister Shehnaaz. I wish you happiness.”

Lavanya cried in his arms. She was abroad for meeting when Shehnaaz died. And when she heard about her she took the next flight to come. She was broken to loose her best friend cum  sister and Adith was beside her all time. And the time they spent together they fell in love.

They hold eachother when they miss SIDNAAZ. And next month it's their marriage.

________THE END________

Sequel will be continued here in this book only. Need few days to think about sequel. Be patient for few days. Will be back soon. Till then stay tuned.❤️😊

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