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Sidharth inhale toxin smoke of cigarettes as he stared at white cemented grave in front of him, that has fresh roses over and headstone says Waseem Azeem. Date of death, 11 October

His armed men behind who were dressed in all black just like him, in honour of late waseem. They give each other look, because their sahab has been staring at old man's grave for while with that stoned look over his face. One who was holding umbrella over his head to protect him from sun, was asked to moved back with gesture of hand. He immediately stepped back as Sidharth crouched down while exhaling smoke and letting almost finished cigarette rest between his fingers

"You were good father but at what cost waseem?" He brought his hand forward to crash his cigarette between incense sticks (Agarbatti) "Should have been better servant." He finished standing up and wearing his sunglasses. He gets inside backseat of Mercedes Benz. His one hand against mouth while other resting over his thigh, which he lifted to glance at time. 5 pm. He turned his head to look at Zain, who seems mad about something

"Kuch kehna hai?"

"Tum use shaadi nahi karskate." Zain spoke

"Rokega kon mujhe tum?" Sidharth smiled mockingly. Zain run hand through his hair in frustration. He can't marry her because he already has fiancé whom he has agreed to marry. He can marry her because he will just end up ruining her life more. Zain has always seen Shehnaaz has little sister and after that one incident, he was also protective about her

"Dimag se socho kahen aur se nahi." Zain clenched his jaw

"Every part of me want her. Brain, heart or something else. Mujhe bas Shehnaaz chahiye." Sidharth smirked at his younger cousin who let out frustrated sigh

"Your this want will be for just months or maybe 2, 3 years phir uska kya!" Zain asked

"Maybe it never ends." Sidharth looked ahead. He doesn't think his desire for her will be only for some time period. It's gonna be never ending desire. It will increase with time. More have her. More he will want her

"Agar use phely se koi pasand ho phir? Use agar apni university wala dost mustafa pasand ho phir?" He questioned. Sidharth's gaze harden but smile on his lips remain

"Toh solution is simple. Na aashiq na aasiqui."

"Why am I not surprised." Zain scoffed. Off course he won't killing someone if they are coming in way of him getting something or someone he wants. He has always been unapologetic about these things and nothing gonna change about it

"Jis pal dekha use tabse wahi basi hui hua zehn aur dil mein. Call it whatever you want but if she can't be mine I'll make sure wo kisi aur ki bhi na ho." Sidharth's voice came out deep as he's lost in thought of the moment he saw her. Those hazel eyes. Lush pink Lips and her fucking long hair, everything about her is seductive and tempting. He let out breath with small chuckle. That moment did change his life completely

"Isko junooniyat kehte hain koi ishq nahi hai." Zain pointed out

"I never said mujhse use ishq hai." Sidharth raised his eyebrow "Hota toh baat he alag hoti." He smirked

"What if sewan mein yeh baat pata chal jaye. Council ka kya and what about coming elections huh? Mr gabool wants you to stand for chief minister and your marriage can create problem." Zain knows this will be problem since girl he's engaged to is Mr gabool' niece. His younger brother's daughter

"First of all. I don't give fuck about village council mein bara hoon wahan ka wo nahi and about elections mr gabool himself convinced me to come and talk about this engagement thing. He knows my answer." Sidharth told him

"What about his son? He will surely try create problem about you making his cousin wait for like 5 years." Zain said. Here he was talking about Mr gabool's elder son who's currently in university but is fucking rebellious and has major anger issue. [in this story Sidharth gabool is university boy so it's like in his past]

"That brat can go fuck himself because I don't care about some kid whining."

"But that brat does have something in him. I wonder what kind of drug he actually takes to have that much anger in him. Koi ek RPP ki rally nahi jisme usne bande na mare ho." Zain chuckled remembering about time, mr gabool's son random man because he was looking longer at him. That kind of manic behaviour is rare

"Chutiya hai bhenchod." Sidharth murmured

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"N-nahi mein kese Mir-sahab?."

Sidharth loves when she calls him that. But now his blood was boiling inside and he was trying really hard to not snap at her, because she has been saying no and no. He is so ready to grab her and force to her to say qabool hai three times right now. But she looks too pretty in those blue shalwar-kameez and same colour duppata, so he will take it easy and try his best to be gentle

"Aur kyun nahi?" His voice came out deep as he leaned forward to flick cigarette's ashes on table that was resting between his fingers

She looked at man before her eyes who came in just minute ago and asked her to marry him. Marry him. Her Mir-sahab. Wouldn't that be dream come true for her? Yes but will she do it? No. He is respectfully engaged. No matter how much she admires him and have crush on him. She can't let him be fateful to his fiancé. Especially not with her also their marriage won't be accepted by his clan council. And lastly. She knows he's marrying her out of pity because her father has passed away

"Ap engaged ho already."

"Does that matter?". She nodded her head. It does matter. She really appreciated that he's trying to help her in this situation but she can't accept his offer. He locked eyes with hers. Why does he looks mad? Or she's overthinking

"Shehnaaz."

"J-Jee."

"Jab mein ander aya kya kaha mene tumse repeat those exact words ." He demanded. She gulped, his sudden change in aura scares her

"Apne kaha. Hum Nikkah kar rahe hain kal." Imagine her shock eyes when he said those words. She was froze for seconds

"Does that sounds like choice? Request or plead?." He asked. She shook her head. Why does he have to be like that she mentality pout at his cold behaviour with her

"Lekin-"

"Koi aur pasnad hai." He questioned. Let him load his gun real fast. She shook her head with heated cheeks. Bullet saved

"Ap apni fiancé se bhi Nikkah karenge?." She asked in low voice very gently that he nearly said fuck it and kissed the fuck out of her. Hard enough to take her breath away and leave her out of breath. Then he will kiss her again until she throw fist against his chest to make him stop

"Nahi srif tumse karuga. Nikkah."

She's must be burden on him. She's reason his political alliance will be cut. If he didn't marry gabool's daughter they won't let him have chief minister ticket and politics has always been his passion which he loves. He's staring at her again. Ever since he has came back, he has some staring problem which makes her blush

"Theek hai."

She agreed. She doesn't wanna trouble him even more. She trust him alot more than anyone here. And just like always he has been there whenever she's in some trouble. She knows he won't do anything wrong with her. He didn't say anything just looked at her. Finishing his remains scenario about her. He would have made her agree anyhow. She's sensitive one. She would have agreed

"Ummm ek baat puchni thi apse."

"Puchlo." He nodded

"Baba last time apke sath the kya unhone kuch kaha tha mere liye before he had...heartache." She asked. Her eyes filling with water. Sidharth looked at her blankly for while before opening his mouth

"Nahi."

She ended up crying. His eyes soften automatically like some muscle memory. He so much hates women crying and always leaves room but he never want to leave when she's crying. He wants to console her and press her head against his chest and he did exactly that. He pulled her by arm and wrapped arm around her waist, which caused her head to be pressed against his chest. But she pulled away from him and maintained distance unlike before where she hugged him back and cried

"I'm sorry Mir-sahab apki shirt kharab hogayi." She wipes her tears while standing up

"Shehnaaz." His voice held warning. She knows he doesn't care about shirts and all

"Ap jao ghar." Did she just order him?

"Say that again." He warned in deep voice. And now he's glaring at her which she won't lie is scaring her. She didn't mean it that way arghh

"Meri wo matlab nahi tha esa na dekhen mein please." Her lips curved in small pout. His expressions remain same "Rukh jayen ap kahen na jayen bas." She hopes this makes him less angry

"Why would I stay when you don't want me to say. I will take my leave." He was fast to collect his coat from armchair and phone from table after standing up and making his leave. She wide her eyes. Oh shit naraz hogaye. She quickly went after him

"Mir-sahab!"
"Sune meri baat!"
"Ruken toh Mir-sahab!"
"Please ruk jayen."

Her voice cracked which caused Sidharth to halt his steps and let out sigh. With both hands in his pocket he turned around to look at girl with cold expressions. She has pout with teary eyes. Oh Shehnaaz. Things he would do for her and how low he's ready to go for her

"Sorry kaho."

This reminds her of time when she use to annoy him. make silly jokes and even disturb him sometimes. So he use to make her apologise by saying sorry kaho. And without thinking she use to apologise just like now

"I'm sorry Mir-sahab."

"Repeat after me Shehnaaz." She nodded immediately

"Mein wada keti hoon ke mein kabhi apko jane ke liye nahi kahogi."

"Mein wada keti hoon ke mein kabhi apko jane ke liye nahi kahogi." She repeated after him. He nodded with satisfaction. She blushed stepping aside as he come back into living room. He actually had some work that's why he was leaving but hearing her voice he decided fuck work he's gonna stay with her as long as she wants

"Since you are making me stay tum khilaogi raat ka khana mujhe?" He teased. She sucks at cooking. Her father use to do all cooking and she use to just make coffee, Chai and Maggie

"Mujhe khana banane nahi ata." She was all flustered

"So who's been cooking for you since your father passed away?" He knows waseem can cook but he didn't know Shehnaaz doesn't know how to cook. How the hell she's eating for past 3 weeks

"Foodpanda."

She's embarrassed and he was in disbelief. She has been eating from food deliveries. Maham and amna are no use since they also can't cook, both of them has been been living with her for past days because she can't sleep alone and amna was sleeping inside while maham was out right now. Her cheeks heat up as he continues to stare at her in disbelief

"Mujhe Maggie ati hai wo banau?" She offers with smile. Now she will make him eat maggi. He has never eaten that shit in his whole life

"Banao." He nodded. He set there for while as she left to make Maggie for him. He thought of texting zain and asking him to do his work but he was already busy somewhere

"Salam bhaijaan." Amna yawn walking inside living room "Ap kyun aye ho yahan?" She questioned with another yawn

"Phely neend puri krlo."

"Puri hai neend." She slides in couch beside him. Shehnaaz brings bowl of Maggie, she has made for him with so much love. Hope he likes it "For me thank-"

"Nahi yeh Mir-sahab ki hai!" Shehnaaz didn't let amna touch his bowl. "Tum apni banakr ayo jao." She successfully hands over bowl to him who seems to be amused by her reaction

"Tumhare Mir-sahab ko yeh pasand bhi nahi hai-" She looked at her brother with shock who was actually trying that Maggie. She remembers how he use to look at her Maggie in disgusts. Double standards!

"Bhai-jaan ap double dholki wali harksate kabse krne lage!" She wide her eyes

"Bakwas band karo apni." Sidharth ignored her. It's not that bad. "It's good." He commented. Shehnaaz smiled widely. He looks at her and smiles suits her more. She looks perfect with smile