SID

Only if the look could kill, he would have been 10 feet underground. How dare he to carry Shehnaaz? How did she even allow him? She opposed me to glance at her, and here she was, giving him a full view of her face. I fisted my hand in anger, controlling myself from banging it on that asshole's face.

"I... I was just taking her... to..." He again started with his stammering. I had no time to entertain his foolishness.

"Get her down!" I warned him if he dares to object. I had asked him to be beside her to take care not to draw himself close towards her. Never would he enter back into the mansion. Shehnaaz won't ever get a glimpse of him. Without giving a second thought, he laid Shehnaaz on the bed. I hate at such proximity they both were! And I hate feeling such a burning session inside my heart.

"Leave..." gritting my teeth, he rushed out. Till his figure was available, I didn't stop myself from glaring at him. How dare he! Slowly concentrate on the person much-interested digging a hole in the mattress rather than glancing at me.

"What was that all about?" I should see her flinch with the tone I used, swearing under my breath. I tried my level best to calm yet it came in a stern manner, anger radiating from it. "What was he up to?" My fury hadn't gone unnoticed by her, as she raised her head.

"Woh bus... bus bathroom jana tha, aur woh madat kar rahe the, maine bola tha... mai... mai... javugi..." As I took a step forward, she shut down. Her eyes screaming fear, I hate those emotions in those brown orbs. I never gave a shit about anyone having fear towards me, it often filled me with pride. But with her, it was different. I needed her to feel safe, I wanted her to feel wanted. As I was an inch away from her. Those orbs were getting bigger with each passing second.

I scrolled my hands around her waist and thighs, she came so easily in my arms. I had to keep in a note about making her eat healthy foods, she was turning weak. And after the blood she lost the previous day, it was necessary. Her breath hitched in her throat, as she gasped. She was taken aback by my move. Suddenly calmness passed my veins, the thought of doctor long forgotten.

Her arm got slowly transferred to my neck, for support with my sudden move. Her eyes closed while her small mouth was wide in surprise. She looked adorable! Was the same view offered to the doctor? The thought itself made me furious. I couldn't let anyone look her the way I could, her dupatta slowly slipped down. As if answering my thoughts, only I was allowed to stare at her in that manner.

Ho... main tera... Ho main tera...

I took her step towards the washroom, pushing the door with my feet. I walked inside, the soul had her eyes closed. "Open your eyes..." it came as a small whisper, she made me sound so soft. I never knew I could be so soft towards someone before I met her.

She obeyed and I could stare at those dark brown orbs, showcasing innocence. I slowly made her stand on her feet, caring she won't hurt her feet in any manner. Slowly taking my step back, our eyes never left each other.

"You can carry on with your work," I spoke, staring outside the washroom. Standing on the washroom door. I waited patiently but she stood there without moving, I glanced at her raising a brow. A slightly pink shade appeared on her lip, she seemed embarrassed.

"Kya? Mere paas pura din nahi hai." I attempted to sound casual but it appeared rude, never mind!

"Mai nahi kar sakti..." she shuttered.

"Kyu nahi?" She widens her eyes as if she couldn't believe my words.

"Ap... Ap... bahar..." she wasn't able to frame the words due to her embarrassment.

"Kyu? Tum ghir gayi toh? Sorry, Mai kahi nahi ja raha." I wasn't going to take chance, already she was hurt.

"Kripiya kar ke..." she was pleading, the cheek turning a darker shade of red. Her eyes closed, maybe I was embarrassing her more. But what if, she hurts herself.

"Thik hai, I am standing just outside the door. Just tell me when you're done," I took a step out, closing the door slightly behind me. Staring at the room as I heard some noises from inside, I urged myself not to jump inside. She was fine!

A minute later, I slowly opened the door. She was standing in the same position I left only one step ahead. "Maine bola tha na bulane ko..." I fake a glare, walking towards her again carrying her in my arms. I was on the verge to put her on the bed, sudden loud footsteps were heard.

Our eyes moved at the source, there stood the unwanted guest. I narrowed my eyes at them, to glance at Shehnaaz. Her eyes were wide, seeing the people before her. The only people she could label as her own, and those people had provided her with only pain.

"Haven't I said to be in your room?" I wasn't bothered if I seemed rude. They weren't allowed to meet Shehnaaz, I wanted to keep her at a safe distance from them.

"Shehnaaz beta," I rolled my eyes listening to those words. They never seemed genuine and never would! I ignored them, making Shehnaaz slightly lay down on the bed. Her eyes moved from them to me, I knew she had thousands of questions raising in her head.

They had worn dirty clothes and their face shouted tiredness, with many holes in their worn clothes. I had suspected they were in it from the past many days. But I gave damn! All the events from the village could flash into my eyes whenever I had one glance at Ganga. She was older than me, yet I couldn't respect her. The deeds she committed couldn't be forgiven, at least I won't forgive her.

"Kaisi hai beti?" The other voice sounded a little concerned, though I couldn't forgive him either. He never took a stand for Shehnaaz, never dare to stand against his wife. Knowing she was acting cruelly.

"Mai thik hu..." It seemed as Shehnaaz just came out of shock, her eyes showing guilt. "Ap kaise ho?" She asked, and I couldn't be less surprised. Karan was correct, they still meant to her.

Flashback...

"Urgh! Mumbai traffic can get any further annoying? It's been two hours, man!" I was losing my patience, the professor had pissed me off and the traffic was only adding more fuel. I banged on the streeling wheel. Pressing the horn once again, I received a glare from Karan.

"How easily you lose patience, man! I wonder how could you be my best friend?" He joked, and I ignored him as always. Half of his talks were entertaining to only him.

"I wonder the same, Karan. Trust me!" He narrowed his eyes at me, suddenly turning the topic.

"They look so familiar..." He voiced, I stared in the direction. My eyes widen as I stared at the people. I couldn't believe my eyes. What were they doing in Mumbai? And what were they even wearing? A thorn faded blue colour saree as if it hadn't washed for a week. The condition indicated it. My eyes moved towards the person beside her, he had worn white Kutta pyjama, which rather seemed golden at the moment. Their face had worn up, eyes on the verge to shut down. They were sitting covering their face with their palm as if it could wash off their exhaustion.

"Sushi's parents!" I whisper yelled, still couldn't believing my eyes. Though they weren't rich as my dad yet was decent enough to be called landlord in their village, possessing high status for the villagers to respect them. Seeing them in such a condition was astonishing.

"Sushi's parents?" He sounded unsure, "yes! That's why they seemed familiar." He recognized them, "what had they made of themselves." He sounded worried but I was least bothered. Deep down I felt they deserved it, for torturing Shehnaaz throughout their life.

"Why do we care? They have their daughter in the city," I brushed it off. Again, pressing the horn for the traffic to move and to get back home, to Shehnaaz. She better had listened to the doctor and not have moved her feet from the bed. I never wanted to leave her alone in such a condition, I could never trust my parents with her. I had seen the disliking of mom towards her, mom never adored people of low status. And she had the same disliking towards Shehnaaz.

"They are Shehnaaz, uncle and aunt." He pressed, "even if we don't but she does. It would hurt her if something happens to them." Karan voiced out, though I didn't want to believe, he wasn't wrong. I knew Shehnaaz heart still had a place for them!

"Damn it!" I banged once again on the streeling wheel. What more would you force me to do, Jhalli? You were completely changing the demon inside me!

Ends...

"Maine socha nahi tha, ki phir tumhe dekh pavunga." Pritam, Shehnaaz uncle whispered with moist eyes. "Ek baar, bata ke toh jati, ki hamesha hamesha ke liye ja rahi ho." Those words brought fresh tears to Shehnaaz eyes, and I wanted to yell at him for making her cry.

I fisted my hand in anger, "Sid!" I heard Karan calling me. He urged me to come towards him, not entering inside. I narrowed my eyes at him but somehow moved. Though I was at the door, yet my eyes were fixed on Shehnaaz and two unwanted guests. I could never trust them!

"What?" I snapped at him, not wanting to leave Shehnaaz with them.

"Your mom wants to talk with you, about them." He whispered not desiring for them to listen, eyeing at both the individuals.

"I am not interested!" I was going to step back inside.

"It wasn't asked but.... Requested." He halted himself from saying the exact word, mom might have uttered. Ordered!

"It wasn't me who had decided to bring them here. So, it would be better for you to answer her..." I was again taking a step but he grabbed my wrist.

"Sid, try to listen. They just need to know what's happening in your life? They care for you, they are just concerned." He was attempting to calm me down, though we were having talks in whispers yet grabbed everyone's attention.

"They were never before, how suddenly they realised they had a son?" He pleaded through his eyes about the presence of the strangers.

"They were the same parents who had asked Shehnaaz not to leave your side. The same father who never apologised and pleaded with Shehnaaz to stay, the same mother who never even talk with someone out of her status had apologised to Shehnaaz. They did it for you, for the only son they have. You can't say they never cared, maybe their way of showing was different or maybe they never showed it on your face. But I hadn't missed their shedding tears, their sleepless nights." I was trying to find a hint that he was lying, that couldn't be true. They could never do it!

"They do deserve an explanation about the unknown guest. Rather she is taking it an opportunity to talk to the only son she has, who is ignoring her from past few weeks." His eyes pleading me to listen to him once, my heart melted a little. Even I wanted to have a conversation but how could I forget the conversation I heard when I returned back to the mansion. They were ashamed of my presence in their life.

"Please don't leave Shehnaaz for a second," I ordered him, giving him a death look. "With them..." saying so I turned myself making my way to my mother's room. I had never entered their room, the only place I felt comfortable in the entire mansion was my room.

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Do you agree with Karan? Do they care for Sid? Why is he called?

And what about the unwanted guest? Why they popped up from nowhere?

I loved the small scene of SidNaaz it was funny!