TEASER.....

The grand auditorium erupted in cheers as the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers.... "And the award for the best romantic pair of the year goes to... Mr. Sidharth Shergill and Mrs. Shehnaaz Sidharth Shergill!"

The crowd went wild, flashes from cameras blinding the stage. Sidharth, tall and dashing in his black tuxedo, stood up with his signature smirk, extending a hand to Shehnaaz. She rose gracefully, her red saree shimmering under the lights, but her smile felt forced. They walked up the steps together, hands barely touching, accepting the trophy amid thunderous applause. "Thank you to our fans for loving our chemistry in * agar tu Hota film*," Sidharth said into the mic, his voice smooth as always. Shehnaaz nodded, whispering a quick "Thank you," her heart pounding not from the award, but from the man beside her.. the one whose on-screen passion had once felt so real.

After the ceremony, the after-party was in full swing at a lavish Mumbai hotel ballroom. Champagne flowed, celebrities mingled, and music pulsed through the air. Sidharth and Shehnaaz stood near the bar, sipping drinks, when a glamorous actress approached.. Riya Kapoor, known for her bold roles and even bolder off-screen flings. "Sidharth, congratulations!" she gushed, hugging him a bit too tightly, completely ignoring Shehnaaz standing right there.

Sidharth pulled back with a cocky grin. "Thanks, Riya. You know no one is better than me at this." He didn't glance at Shehnaaz, didn't pull her into the conversation. For him, their marriage was a forced circumstance.. a shotgun wedding after a rumor during filming threatened his career. It had clipped his wings, ending his carefree bachelor life of parties and flings. Shehnaaz was just... there.

Riya laughed, tossing her hair. "I can't believe you were dating someone and didn't tell anyone, then suddenly married! I mean, you.. so handsome, so talented.. could have any girl. Wasn't it a bit... hasty?"

The words stung Sidharth like salt on an old wound. His ego flared; he had married Shehnaaz to save face, not out of love. Glancing at her briefly, he saw her eyes glistening, but he looked away. "Kya kar sakte hain? Insaan ko kabhi kabhi aise faisle lene padte hain.. majburi aur situation ki wajah se." The bitterness in his tone was subtle, but Shehnaaz felt it like a slap. Riya smirked, extending her hand. "Come on, let's celebrate with a dance?"

Sidharth hesitated for a second, then nodded, taking her hand to escape the uncomfortable feeling in his chest. As they moved to the dance floor, Shehnaaz stood alone, her heart aching. *Maine har ek koshish ki aapke dil jeetne ki, par aap mujhe pyar toh kya, pasand bhi nahi karte,* she thought, watching him laugh with Riya.

Just then, another actor approached.. Vikram Malhotra, Sidharth's rival. Tall, charming, and dangerous, Vikram was the reason behind many of their hardships. During the film, he had spread those scandalous rumors about Sidharth and Shehnaaz's "off-script romance" to sabotage the film and steal the spotlight. It backfired, forcing their marriage, but Vikram's revenge wasn't over. He smiled at Shehnaaz, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Shehnaaz, care for a dance with me?"

She shook her head. "Nahin, thank you."

He leaned closer, his voice low. "Sirf ek dance ke liye toh pooch raha hoon. Aur tumhara khud ka pati bhi toh kisi dusri aurat ke saath dance kar raha hai." Shehnaaz glanced at the floor.. Sidharth was dancing close to Riya, his hands on her waist, their bodies swaying passionately. Jealousy twisted in her gut. *Why not? If he can, so can I.* "Theek hai," she said softly, taking Vikram's hand.

On the dance floor, Vikram pulled her close, his hand sliding to her bare waist exposed by the saree. His touch was bold, fingers pressing into her skin. Shehnaaz felt uncomfortable but held her ground, trying to match Sidharth's indifference. Vikram whispered, "You deserve better than him, you know." The air thickens.. As the discomfort hung in the air.. was this part of his plan? To drive a wedge deeper?.. Innocent shehnaaz didn't noticed his smirk..

Sidharth's eyes scanned the room, searching for Shehnaaz out of habit. When he spotted her with Vikram, dancing so close, rage exploded inside him. *That bastard... touching my wife?* He pushed Riya away mid-step, ignoring her protest, and stormed over. The music thumped, but the tension crackled like electricity. "Can I take my wife back?" he said through gritted teeth, his hand clamping on Shehnaaz's arm.

Vikram smirked, releasing her slowly. "Of course, Shergill. Enjoy." He walked away, his grin hinting at more trouble brewing.

Sidharth pulled Shehnaaz close, his fingers pinching her waist hard. He leaned to her ear, voice a furious whisper. "Bahut maza nahi aa raha tha kisi aur ke saath dance karte hue tujhe?"

Shehnaaz's eyes flashed with hurt and anger. "Aapko bhi toh aa raha tha na bahut maza..."

He gripped tighter, his breath hot. "Par tu toh keh rahi thi tu mujhse pyar karti hai. Ab toh kuch aur hi dikh raha hai mujhe. Pehle se hi pata tha ki tu aisi ladki..." He stopped in mid , seeing tears welling in her eyes.

Shehnaaz pushed him away, her voice breaking. "Baas kijiye!" She turned and walked off the floor, weaving through the crowd, her saree swishing. Sidharth stared after her, his chest tight… had he gone too far?

Later that night, in their hotel suite Shehnaaz stood by the window, papers in hand. Sidharth entered, loosening his tie. "Maine divorce papers sign kar diya hai... Lijiye, aap ho gaye azad mujhse," she said strongly, though her voice wavered.

He snatched them, eyes narrowing. "Zyada natak mat kar...tu kya ...mein tujhe divorce dena chahta tah shuru se bhi ...Mujhe ache se pata hai tu usse pasand karti hai. Aaj tujhe sirf ek bahana chahiye tha..."

"Aapko jo samajhna hai app samaj sakte ho., main thak chuki hoon aapse ." She said nodding her head ....Tears brimmed in her eyes, but she held firm....

Sidharth glared her, signing with a flourish. A tear fell from her eye; she wiped it quickly. He felt his soul shatter, but stayed silent, the room felt heavy with regret.

Will they really get divorced, or will destiny bring them together once again?...

STAY TUNED TO ENJOY THIS SHORT STORY ....WHICH IS WRITTEN BY USING TWO DIFFERENT BRAIN'S ....I HOPE THIS COLLABORATION MAY MAKE YOU GUY'S LOVE TO READ.....