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

His voice was gentle yet firm, the kind of voice that could coax the most stubborn heart into submission. But today, it wasn’t just his tone—it was his eyes, pleading and filled with a depth of concern that only Shehnaaz could draw out of him.

Shehnaaz, her face buried in his chest, slowly lifted her head, her eyes red and puffy from crying. Sidharth cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that continued to fall. Her pain was etched deeply in her features, and it shattered his heart to see the anguish she carried.

"Kya hua hai meri jaan? Ro kyun rahi hain sweetheart? What’s wrong?",

His voice softened even more, trying to penetrate the veil of her sadness with his unwavering support. But it wasn’t just about soothing her—he needed to understand what had caused her so much pain, so he could fix it, so he could make it go away. Because nothing mattered more to him than her happiness.

Shehnaaz’s voice trembled as she looked up at Sidharth, her eyes brimming with a fresh wave of tears.

"Sidharth, kyun log nahi accept karte hain? Kyun? Kya main itni buri hoon? Kya main tere kaabil nahi hoon?"

Her words were a desperate cry for reassurance, a raw and emotional plea for validation. The way she spoke, her words broken by her sobs, revealed how deeply she was wounded by the rejection, the constant comparison, and the relentless scrutiny.

Tears streamed down Shehnaaz's face as she spoke, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions.

"Sidharth, mujhe sach mein kuch fark nahi padhta tere kissing scenes yaa phir bed scenes ya aur sab kuch! Main jaanti hoon yeh humara profession hai! Lekin pata hai Sidharth, mujhe hurt kahan huwa hai? Jo log claim karte hain ki humein itne pyaar karte hain, unhe humari choices ki kadar nahi hai! Hamesha mujhe neecha dikhate hain! Rashami tak theek tha, kyunki woh tumhari ex hai, lekin Neha, Sonia, Nikki? Mujhe accha nahi lagta hai!"

Her words came out in a rush, like a dam that had finally burst, unleashing all the pent-up frustration and hurt she had been holding inside. Sidharth could feel every word cutting through him, each one a testament to how much she had been suffering in silence. Her pain wasn’t just about his past, or the roles he played—it was about the people who claimed to love and support them but were the first to cast judgment, the first to belittle her, to question her worth.

"And sabse zyada hurt main apni fandom se hoon!"

Shehnaaz continued, her voice growing louder as her emotions surged to the surface.

"Yeh log mujhe defend karne ke chakkar mein woh insaan ko neecha dikhate hain, jiski izzat mere liye sabse kimti hai!"

She sobbed harder, her breath hitching in her chest, as she tried to convey the deep internal conflict she was grappling with—the love she had for Sidharth and the pain of seeing him disrespected, even in the name of defending her.

Sidharth’s heart broke for her, each tear that fell from her eyes a reminder of the cruelty she had to endure simply for loving him. He hated that she was caught in this web of negativity, that she was paying the price for something that was supposed to be beautiful and sacred—their love.

"Saana,"

he mumbled under his breath, his mind flashing back to his memories of her—how different she was from anyone else he had ever known. She was not just another person in his life; she was the one who had stood by him, who had shown him a love so pure, so unconditional, that it made him question everything he thought he knew about relationships.

He remembered the moment during the reality show, amidst all the chaos and drama, when she had said,

"Agar Sidharth Shukla mujhse baat kar raha hai toh main sab ko khush rakhungi."

Her words had struck him deeply back then, and even now, they resonated in his mind, reminding him of the depth of her commitment to him. She had always put him first, always thought about his happiness before her own, and it was that selflessness that had made him fall for her.

Sidharth knew that what they had was rare and precious, something worth fighting for, and he wasn’t going to let anyone or anything come between them.

He gently tilted Shehnaaz’s chin up, making her look directly into his eyes.

"Idhar dekho! Tujhe pata hai na, sweetheart, mere liye kaun important hai?"

His voice was steady, but there was an intensity in his gaze that conveyed just how serious he was. He needed her to understand that she was his priority, that no one else’s opinion mattered to him.

Shehnaaz nodded, her tears slowing as she met his intense gaze. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, the love that he held for her, and it gave her a sense of comfort, a sense of belonging.

"I will make sure to shut their mouths,"

Sidharth promised, his voice firm and resolute. His determination to defend her, to protect her from the negativity, was palpable. He wasn’t just saying it to make her feel better—he meant it. He would do whatever it took to protect their relationship from the outside world, from the people who sought to tear them apart.

Sidharth held Shehnaaz protectively, his arms wrapped tightly around her as her silent sobs gradually turned into soft snores. The sight of her finally finding some peace after such distress gave him a moment of respite. But even as he held her, his mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to make things right.

Once he was sure she was asleep, he carefully eased himself out of bed and stepped out of the room, his phone already in hand. He dialed Kaushal, his most trusted confidant, and waited for him to pick up.

The tension in his voice was evident as he spoke.

"Kaushal! Did she agree?"

"No, Bhai! The producer is very adamant. She’s not willing to make any changes,"

Kaushal replied, frustration clear in his tone. The producer's refusal to budge only added to Sidharth's frustration. He was caught between his professional commitments and his personal life, and he was struggling to find a balance.

Sidharth's jaw tightened as he absorbed the news. He had been hoping that the producer would be willing to make some compromises, but now it seemed like he was out of options. The producer’s stubbornness only fueled his determination to protect Shehnaaz and resolve the situation.

"Fine! Kaushal, please come to my house. I need to discuss something with you!"

Sidharth said, his voice resolute. He wasn’t going to let this situation drag on any longer. He needed to find a solution, and he needed to find it now.

Kaushal arrived at Sidharth’s home shortly after, and they both settled onto the blue couch in the living room. The room was heavy with tension as Sidharth began speaking.

"Kaushal, kya karu? I am not able to understand! Saana ko meri ek decision ke wajah se kitna sehna pad raha hai!"

Sidharth's voice was filled with anguish, and he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He hated that his professional decisions were causing Shehnaaz so much pain, and he felt powerless to stop it.

Kaushal leaned forward, trying to offer a solution.

"Bhai, why don't you announce your relationship? That you guys are committed?"

Kaushal’s suggestion was logical—it would clear the air, silence the rumors, and put an end to the constant speculation. But Sidharth knew it wasn’t that simple.

Sidharth shook his head vehemently.

"Nahi! Nahi! Pagal hain kya? Phir usko aur hate milegi!"

The thought of amplifying the public scrutiny and adding more pressure on Shehnaaz was unbearable. Sidharth knew that announcing their relationship would only make things worse for her. The media would dissect every aspect of their relationship, and the public would feel entitled to weigh in on their private lives. He couldn’t do that to her—not after everything she had already endured.

Sidharth's frustration deepened as he continued.

"Upar se contract mein ek clause tha! Ki I can't do anything that might harm the hype of the project—no personal announcements."

The clause in his contract was another roadblock, one that kept him from taking the most obvious course of action. He was caught between a rock and a hard place, with no easy way out.

Kaushal nodded, understanding the constraint.

"I see. That makes things more complicated. But we need to find a way to address this situation without violating the contract or adding to Shehnaaz’s distress."

Kaushal was trying to think of a solution, but the options were limited. They needed to be careful, to find a way to protect Shehnaaz without jeopardizing Sidharth’s career or breaching his contract.

*
The two of them sat in silence, the tension in the room palpable as they both wracked their brains for a solution. The weight of the situation bore down on Sidharth like a heavy burden, pressing on his chest until it became difficult to breathe. His thoughts were racing, each one more frantic than the last, as he tried to find a way out of this mess—a way to protect Shehnaaz without compromising his professional obligations.

But then, as if a light had flickered on in the darkness, a plan began to take shape in Sidharth's mind. It was risky, and it wasn’t perfect, but it was the best he could come up with under the circumstances.

"Ek kaam kar!"

Sidharth said suddenly, his voice cutting through the thick silence like a knife.

"Mere schedule ki picture hai na tere paas? Leak kar de!"

Kaushal's brows furrowed in confusion for a moment before understanding dawned on him.

"Schedule ki picture?"

he echoed, trying to piece together Sidharth's train of thought.

"Haan,"

Sidharth continued, his eyes lighting up with the excitement of someone who had just solved a complex puzzle.

"I remember it was written over there that I have leave on 26-27-28 January. And people know that 27th January is her birthday. This will automatically work as a hint and defuse the negative hype!"

The plan was audacious, but it was brilliant in its simplicity. By leaking his schedule, they could subtly signal to the fans that Sidharth was planning something special for Shehnaaz on her birthday. It would give the public a reason to believe in their relationship without Sidharth having to make a direct announcement that could breach his contract. The fans would connect the dots on their own, and the narrative would shift from controversy to anticipation.

Kaushal’s eyes lit up with understanding, a grin spreading across his face as he realized the genius of the idea.

"That’s a clever idea,"

he said, nodding in agreement.

"It’ll give the fans a positive distraction and shift the focus away from the controversy."

The relief that washed over Sidharth was almost tangible. For the first time in days, he felt like he could breathe again. He had found a way to protect Shehnaaz and uphold his professional commitments, all without making a public spectacle of their relationship.

"Leak kar de!"

Sidharth instructed, his voice firm and decisive.

"Make sure it reaches the right people—the fan pages, the media, everyone who’s been speculating about us."

Kaushal nodded, already pulling out his phone to set the plan in motion.

"I’ll handle it,"

he assured Sidharth, his fingers flying over the screen as he typed out a message.

As Kaushal worked, Sidharth’s mind wandered back to Shehnaaz, who was still asleep in the bedroom. The thought of her peaceful face, finally free of the stress and sadness that had plagued her, filled him with a renewed sense of determination. He was doing this for her—for them. Because no matter what the world thought, no matter what obstacles they faced, he knew that their love was worth fighting for.

Within minutes, Kaushal had sent the picture to a few trusted sources, knowing that it would soon make its way to the wider public. He looked up at Sidharth, a satisfied smile on his face.

"It’s done, Bhai! Ab dekho, fans kya karte hain!"

Sidharth nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He could already imagine the frenzy this little leak would cause— SidNaazian fans speculating about their plans, anticipating a grand birthday celebration, and most importantly, shifting their focus away from the negativity that had surrounded them for the past few days.

As they sat back, waiting for the plan to unfold, Sidharth couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in the way they had handled the situation. It wasn’t the most conventional solution, but it was a reminder of just how far he was willing to go to protect the woman he loved.

And in that moment, as the tension began to dissipate, Sidharth knew that no matter what the future held, he and Shehnaaz would face it together—stronger, wiser, and more in love than ever before.

*

Sidharth's mind was still racing with ideas, and just as Kaushal was about to get up, he added,

"And Kaushal, ek aur kaam kar. Book a villa in Lonavala for Shehnaaz's birthday. I want our entire family to be there."

Kaushal raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to this than just a birthday celebration.

"You mean, a big celebration?"

he asked, his tone curious.

Sidharth nodded, a determined look settling on his face.

"Haan, a big one. I want to make it special for her. But more than that, I want to send a message. Once we’re there, I'll post the videos of her birthday celebration. It will hint at people—who Shehnaaz Gill really is to me."

Kaushal's eyes widened slightly as the full impact of Sidharth's plan hit him. This wasn't just about defusing the controversy or shifting the focus; it was about publicly acknowledging Shehnaaz's importance in his life, without directly breaching the contract. The videos, the family presence, the subtle hints—they would all work together to convey what words couldn't.

"That's a bold move, Bhai,"

Kaushal said, nodding in approval.

"But it might just work. The fans will go crazy when they see those videos, especially if they catch even a hint of how much she means to you."

Sidharth smiled, feeling a surge of confidence.

"Let them go crazy. She deserves it. And so do we."

Kaushal got to work immediately, pulling out his phone once more to make the arrangements. Meanwhile, Sidharth leaned back on the couch, his mind already visualizing the upcoming celebration. He could see the joy on Shehnaaz's face as she walked into the beautifully decorated villa, surrounded by the people who loved her most. He could imagine the laughter, the cake, the heartfelt moments that would unfold—and the subtle yet powerful message that would be sent to the world.

This was more than just damage control. It was a declaration—a way for Sidharth to show Shehnaaz and everyone else just how much she meant to him, without needing to say it outright.

As Kaushal finalized the bookings, Sidharth felt a sense of peace settle over him. The plan was set, and soon the world would see what he saw in Shehnaaz—a woman who was not only his partner but someone who was integral to his life, his happiness, his future.

"Everything is arranged, Bhai,"

Kaushal said, breaking the silence.

"The villa is booked, and I've already informed the family. They'll all be there."

Sidharth nodded, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Good. Now all that's left is to make sure Shehnaaz enjoys every moment of it."

Kaushal grinned, knowing how much this meant to Sidharth.

"Don't worry, Bhai. This is going to be a birthday she'll never forget."

Sidharth's thoughts drifted back to Shehnaaz, still asleep in the other room. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she realized what he had planned for her. This was his way of showing her that no matter what the world said or did, she would always be his top priority.

As he walked back to the bedroom, the soft sound of her breathing filling the room, Sidharth felt an overwhelming sense of love and protectiveness. He would do anything to make sure she was happy, to shield her from the negativity, and to give her the life she deserved.

Lying down beside her, he gently pulled her closer, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

"I promise, Shehnaaz,"

he whispered into the quiet room.

"I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

The upcoming celebration in Lonavala wasn't just a birthday party—it was a promise, a declaration of love, and a subtle way of letting the world know just how much Shehnaaz meant to him. And as they drifted off to sleep, Sidharth felt more certain than ever that together, they could overcome anything.
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