Nadia’s POV“Zeehan!” I called out,opening my eyes. “Ow!” I winced at the pain throbbing in my head. I gentlymassaged my temple to ease the pain. Nothing changed.“Hey!” I heard Sidd’s voice.Was I dreaming? The last thing I remembered was being under the mercy of thoseruthless rascals. How then can I hear Sidd’s voice? I ignored the hallucinationand continued massaging my temple with my eyes closed. “Nadia, are you okay?”he asked. This time, I was convinced it wasn’t hallucination as I felt histouch on my arm. I looked at my side and saw him, seated on a chair beside thebed. How come he is here? Was he the one that hired them to torture me? Whythen was he asking if I was okay? I tried to sit up and he helped me. I leanedmy back against the headboard, staring at him. “How do you feel now?” herepeated.“What are you doinghere?” I queried. He cocked his head, staring at me. My heart skipped a beat,seeing him i
Nadia’s POVSidd got me something toeat. I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He returned to thebedroom after a few minutes. He sat beside me on the bed.“Nadia?” he called, morelike a mumble. I looked at him. “Can you tell me what you wanted to tell me theother day?” he queried.“What is that?” I asked,pretending not to remember.“What was so urgent thatmade you come to Ria’s birthday?”“I don’t rememberanything,” I declared and faced the opposite side. He placed a hand on myshoulder and I shivered.“Come on, I’m beggingyou,” his pleading voice hit the side of my neck. I gasped. He was so close andmy heart pit-a-patted. I held tight to the bedsheet to prevent myself fromturning and being forced to kiss him. “Nadia?”“It’s too late, Sidd. Ihave forgotten the reason I was at Ria’s birthday,” I insisted.“Okay,” he moved awayfrom me. I sighed in relief. I was losing it already. “
Nadia’s POVThe pain of Sidd’s wordslast night haunted me so badly. My heart was shredding with each remembrance. Howcan he say that to me? All because of him I lost my mother; was jailed, and beatento death just yesterday. Was it my fault to love him so much? I couldn’t helpbut cry non-stop. “Come on, Nadia. Why areyou doing this to yourself?” Hema asked, sitting beside me. “You shouldn’t be cryingbecause of a man. Put yourself together, okay?” she consoled, placing a hand onmy shoulder.“I lost everything, Hema.Even the producer’s card. How do I reach him now? How do I send him my script?All because of Sidd, bad things befall me. Was it a crime to love?” I sobbed.“It’s okay. You will befine. Don’t worry about the producer. I have his contact details. Stop crying,okay?” she soothed. I leaned my head against her shoulder, still sobbing.Sidd’s POVReaching the studio, Isaw Veer at the entrance, ta
Nadia’s POVI successfully sent theproducer my script after getting his email address from Hema. I can’t wait formy script to be adapted. It will be a dream come true for me. The landlinebegan ringing. Who could be calling? Hema is not around. I ignored it. On second thought, I decided to answer the call.“Hello?”“Siddharth speaking,”Sidd spoke over the telephone. I removed it from my ear and looked at thetelephone as if I were going to see his face through it. “Am I on with Nadia?”he asked.“What is it now, Sidd?” Iqueried, sounding pissed off.“I want to see you,Nadia,” he said. “I want to make things right. I want to make up for my brokenpromise.”“Why the sudden change ofmind, Sidd?” I asked.“I should have done it along time ago. I was wrong to keep it up this way. Meet me tomorrow at thesafe house, okay?”“Fine, I will be there,”I agreed and the call ended. Why does Sidd wish
Veer’s POVI hurried into the studio. I left to get a document for the director. He told me to bring it today and I forgot, all thanks to me not knowing how to do my tie. Leaving his office, I bumped into Siya. She staggered back, almost falling and I held her. “Are you okay?” I asked. She balanced on her feet and pulled away from me quickly. She doesn’t look comfortable. I have noticed she has been avoiding me, not taking my calls, and dodging my presence.“Sorry,” she said sharply and tried walking away. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to my front.“What’s wrong?” I queried. She wriggled her wrist to free her hand from me. “What’s the attitude about, Siya?”“What are you talking about?” she asked, not making eye contact with me.“Why are you avoiding me? What did I do this time?”“Nothing. Let me go,” she jerked her hand from me and went off. What was that all about? Siya never behaves that way, not to me. I guess something is wrong and I am goin
Siya’s POVI was exhausted today. Itwas night already. I sluggishly entered my room, dumping my bag on the dressingtable. I sat on the bed to take off my shoes. I heard a sound in the bathroom.I looked at the door. What could be moving in the bathroom? I waved it off and continuedunstrapping my shoelaces. Then the sound of the shower rushing drew my attentionback to the bathroom door. Did someone enter my room? Who? How? I slowly stoodup, shuffling to the bathroom door. The shower stopped and I gasped. Openingthe door, a hand covered my mouth.“Argh!” a muffled screamescaped my lips.“Hey.” Veer sounded,smiling at me. I pushed him back angrily. He chuckled.“What are you doing in myroom?” I groaned.“Chill,” he smiled. Whatwas funny? I shot past him, opening the door for him to leave.“Leave my room, Veer. Iam going to scream for help if you don’t,” I threatened. He moved closer to me,removing m
Sidd’s POVAfter leaving the building site, I headed back home. Tomorrow will be more hectic than today. I have to model and act in another scene with Veer. I just can’t wait to finish the movie. It’s straining my brain. I get to tackle Veer and cope with being nice to him. I will let the producer know never to put me on good terms with Veer in a movie. Being enemies in movies won’t be a bad idea, is it? I entered the living room, seeing my mom watching a TV while holding a flute of champagne.“Good evening, Mother,” I greeted, hanging my suit down my shoulder. I was stressed out.“Where are you coming from?” she queried. I looked disappointedly at her. I am no longer a child for pity’s sake, but Mother makes it look like I am still a baby that needs to be guided.“I went out,” I responded, walking off.“I never said you didn’t,” her words stopped me midstep. She stood up, moving to me. “Where exactly did you go?”“What is all these, Mother? When did you star
Nadia’s POVI was stepping out of the bathroom when my phone started ringing. I hurried to the bed and picked it up. Mr Hrithik called. My heart thumbs up in fear. I wonder why he was calling me. Was something wrong with my script? Won’t he adapt it anymore? Different negative thoughts rumbled in my head and my hands began shaking.“He… hel… hello,” I stuttered.“Hey, Nadia? Are you all right?” he asked from the other end.“Ye… yes, sir. I’m all right. How is work?” I said and sat on the bed to calm myself.“Work is fine. Um, can you make it to my office later? I need you to make an edit to the script. It’s nothing much, just a few lines,” he said. I inhaled deeply. Thank God it wasn’t a rejection.“Sure, sir. I will be on my way soon,” I affirmed.“Okay. See you,” he commented and hung up. I lay on the bed, puffing in relief.Later on, I headed to the living room to notify Hema of my leaving. “Are you ready?” she asked upon seeing me.“Yeah, how