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I WROTE SOMETHING ABOUT SIDNAAZ AS THEIR OWN SELF. AS I HAVE ALWAYS CONSIDERED SIDHARTH AS MY BROTHER. THOUGHT TO POST IT ON RAKSHABANDHAN.❤️

LOVE YOU SIDHARTH BHAIYA❤️🥺.

January 24th,

Dawned cold and unforgiving, bringing with it a storm that would test the strength of love and resilience.

The internet was ablaze, set alight by a leaked kissing scene involving Sidharth, sparking outrage and a whirlwind of controversy.

It was a scene from his latest movie, a passionate, fleeting moment caught on camera that, despite being just another part of his profession, had ignited a firestorm of public reaction. The fandom that had once adored them was now turning toxic, their intense emotions spilling over into a wave of vitriol aimed squarely at Shehnaaz.

Sidharth and Shehnaaz had always been fiercely protective of one another. Their love was a well-kept secret, a precious thing they guarded against the invasive gaze of the world. But now, that very world was closing in on them, threatening to tear apart the safe haven they had built. The harsh glare of the spotlight was unforgiving, magnifying every tiny detail, every past mistake, and every private moment until it was no longer their own.

Shehnaaz sat on the couch, her hands trembling as she tried to steady herself. The cup of tea in her hands was supposed to bring comfort, but its warmth did little to soothe the icy dread gripping her heart. She had always known that Sidharth's profession came with its challenges, but she had never anticipated the sheer cruelty of the public eye.

As she scrolled through Twitter, her heart sank lower and lower with each passing second. The hate she was receiving from Sidharth's fans was overwhelming, a relentless barrage of cruelty that left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

They compared her to Sonia, Sidharth's co-star, and the comparisons were far from flattering. Sonia, with her polished elegance and years of experience, was everything the public seemed to want, and Shehnaaz, in their eyes, was a poor substitute.

The comments were vicious, cutting into her like knives, each one a reminder of how little the world thought of her. The words on the screen blurred as tears welled up in her eyes, but she couldn't tear herself away. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion-horrifying, yet impossible to look away from.

The pain Shehnaaz felt was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She had faced public scrutiny before, notably during her infamous feud with Himanshi Khurana, but this was different.

That had been a professional rivalry, a battle of wills that had, in a strange way, made her stronger.

But this? This was personal. People weren't just attacking her; they were attacking her relationship, the love she shared with Sidharth. They were questioning her worth, dissecting her every move, and casting her in the harshest possible light.

The public's judgment felt like a personal assault, an invasion of the most intimate part of her life. It left her feeling small, insignificant, and utterly alone.

Shehnaaz had always been a private person, preferring to keep her emotions to herself. But this... this was too much. The cruelty of strangers was one thing, but the thought of Sidharth seeing this, of him being dragged into the mud because of her, was unbearable. She felt as though she were drowning, the weight of the world pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Her mind raced with thoughts of inadequacy, of not being enough for him, of somehow being the reason for this mess.

As she sat there, lost in her own despair, she suddenly felt a gentle touch on her shoulder.

She looked up, startled, to find Sidharth standing beside her. His presence was like a lifeline, pulling her back from the brink of despair. He looked at her with eyes full of concern, his usual calm demeanor replaced by a deep, gnawing worry.

"Kya hua, baby? Pareshan kyun ho?"

he asked softly, his voice laced with genuine concern.

The warmth of his presence was a stark contrast to the cold, unforgiving reality she was facing online. Shehnaaz struggled to find the words, her emotions a tangled mess inside her. She didn't want to burden him with her pain, didn't want to add to the weight he was already carrying. So she did what she always did-she put on a brave face, hoping it would be enough to fool him.

"Kuch nahi, bas aise hi... Mummy ki yaad aa rahi thi,"

she lied, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

But Sidharth knew her too well. He could read her like an open book, and he knew that something was deeply wrong. The tightness in her voice, the way she avoided his gaze-these were all telltale signs of her distress. He wanted to push her, to make her tell him what was really going on, but he also knew that Shehnaaz was fiercely independent, stubborn even. She would tell him in her own time, but that didn't make the waiting any easier.

"Saana..."

Sidharth's voice was soft, a plea for her to open up, but she only shook her head, her smile wavering.

"I'm fine, really. Just tired,"

she insisted, before quickly getting up and moving towards their bedroom, clearly trying to avoid further conversation.

As he watched her retreat, Sidharth felt a pang of helplessness. He knew she was lying, knew that something was deeply troubling her, but he didn't know what to do. The thought of her being in pain, of her carrying this burden alone, was unbearable. He wanted to help, but she wasn't letting him in.

He was torn between giving her space and the overwhelming need to protect her.

Determined to get to the bottom of it, Sidharth unlocked his phone and started to dial Shehnaaz's brother, Shehbaaz.

Maybe he could shed some light on what was going on, offer some insight or support. But just as he was about to hit the call button, a notification popped up on his screen. Someone had mentioned him on Twitter.

Curiosity turned to dread as he tapped on the notification, his heart sinking as he saw what it was about. The tweets were filled with hate, directed not just at him, but at Shehnaaz. They were attacking her, mocking their relationship, and spreading vile comparisons between her and Sonia. The words were brutal, each one a dagger aimed at the heart of the woman he loved.

"Arrey! Humari Nayi Bhabhi! Yaar Bhabhi kitni hot hain!"

"She is So Pretty! Absolutely Stunning they look! #SidSon"

The moment he read the hashtag, Sidharth's hands clenched around his phone, his knuckles turning white as he scrolled through the hateful messages.

The bile rose in his throat, a mix of anger and sorrow. How could people be so cruel? How could they not see what he saw in Shehnaaz-her kindness, her strength, her unwavering loyalty?

The thought of her reading these messages, of her internalizing this hate, made his blood boil.

He had always known that their relationship would face scrutiny, that being in the public eye came with its challenges. But this... this was different.

This was a targeted attack, a deliberate attempt to hurt her, to tear them apart. And the worst part was, he felt powerless to stop it. No matter how many people he blocked, how many reports he filed, the hate kept coming. It was like fighting a hydra-cut off one head, and two more grew in its place.

As he sat there, grappling with the surge of emotions, he knew he needed to act quickly. The storm she was facing wasn't just a public spectacle; it was deeply personal and cutting. He felt a fierce resolve to shield her from the harsh world outside, to be the pillar of strength she had always been for him.

With fury burning in his chest, Sidharth reached for his phone again, this time dialing his manager, Kaushal. The frustration in his voice was palpable when Kaushal answered.

"Hello?"

Kaushal's voice came through, trying to sound calm, but there was an edge of tension that Sidharth didn't miss.

"Hello! Hi Chorr! Kaushal, kya ho raha hai? Yeh sab kya laga rakha hai?"

Sidharth snapped, struggling to keep his temper in check.

"Sidharth Bhai, I saw it, but yeh producer karwa rahi hai! I tried to stop it, but bhai, she's not listening!"

Kaushal's voice was filled with urgency and helplessness.

Sidharth sighed deeply, feeling the weight of his frustration. The helplessness he felt was compounded by the fact that he couldn't immediately fix the situation that was hurting Shehnaaz. His mind was racing with anger and worry, unable to bear seeing his "Moti Baby" in such distress.

He ended the call abruptly, the frustration boiling over. The thought of his Shehnaaz, overwhelmed and targeted, ignited a fierce determination in him to take control of the situation, no matter the cost.

Sidharth walked into the bedroom, his heart aching as he saw Shehnaaz lying on the bed, her body trembling with silent sobs. The muffled sounds of her distress reached him, deepening his sense of helplessness. He couldn't stand seeing her like this, so broken and vulnerable. She was the strongest person he knew, but even the strongest people had their breaking points.

Without hesitation, he moved to her side and gently scooped her into his arms. Holding her close, he whispered soothing words, his voice a soft, reassuring murmur against the backdrop of her sorrow. The warmth of his embrace was meant to shield her from the harshness of the world outside, offering a moment of solace amid the storm.

Sidharth held Shehnaaz close, his voice gentle yet firm as he spoke.

"Idhar dekho, Shehnaaz. Come on, look at me,"
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