《CAGED... DREAMS WITHOUT WINGS...》CHAPTER-14 (PARIS SPECIAL CHAPTERS)
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As soon as Shehnaaz reached the cafe her eyes went on to its name which was, “EN PALX” (French term meaning ‘AT PEACE’)... She smiled and entered the cafe… Her eyes went on to Sidharth who was sitting in a corner in the private area which was pre-booked by him for both of them earlier… The waiter came to her, handed her a red rose and said, “Bonjour Madame…” She replied with a smile and said, “Bonjour…” (It’s a French phrase for Good Morning, Hi and Hello…Madame means Ma’am) She was about to ask about Sidharth when the waiter himself said, “Mr. Sidharth Shukla is waiting for you in that area reserved for both of you…” She said, “Thank You…” and headed towards Sidharth… She entered and saw Sidharth sitting there with his face on the other side and hands folded against his chest… She said, “Kya hua yaar Sidharth?? Tu kyun chida rehta hai Ranbir se… Hum sirf friends hain and that’s it…” He replied, “Haan haan friends hi toh ho… Vo tujhse khule aam flirt kar raha tha aur tu usse karne de rahi thi and uppar se you were also encouraging him for this shit by joking on the same faaltu line… Kya bola tha toone vo, ‘main toh paida hi hot hui thi…’ And have you ever noticed the way he speaks to you… Phone number maang raha tha uss din toh vo kamina….” She replied, making a cute irritated pout, “Sidhaaarrthhhh… Bas kar na ab yaar… Dekh main Sorry bol rahi hun na… Aur maine Ranbir ko bhi clearly confront karke bol diya hai ke mujhse aisi faaltu ki cheezy baatein na kiya kare mazaak mein bhi ho phir vo chahe…” He looked at her and said, “Kha fir meri kasam…” She grinned and said, “Haan teri kasam..” He gave her a tight hug while she said, “Tu bhi kaunsa kam hai… What’s this red rose and all haan…” He replied, “Kam se kam tere uss Ranbir ki tarah ajeebon gareeb baatein toh nahi karta na…” She gave him a look and said, “Abhi toh Ranbir gaya tha… Phirse aa gaya hamare beech mein vo bhi itna jaldi… And by the way vo mera Ranbir kab se hogaya… Adopt kiya hai kya maine usko…” He laughed at the last line and said, “Tera toh main uss creep ko hone bhi nahi dunga and for a matter of fact no one can be yours except…...Umm chal chhod…” She raised her eyebrows and said, “Except… Don’t be over dramatic and complete the sentence…” He covered himself up and said, “Vaise Paris mein toh tere uppar ladkon ki baarish hogi nahi… Teri toh wish puri hogayi… Maza aayega teko toh…” She made a face and said, “Siddhhhaaarthhh…. Mat kar na yaar…” He pulled her cheeks and said, “Arey toh tu umbrella le liyo na… Vaise bhi main hoon na tera walking umbrella… Hamesha sath rahunga…” She smiled and said, “Pakka...Promise…” He looked at her and replied, “Haan bilkul pakka vala promise…” Sidharth went to place the order as the extension line wasn’t working while Shehnaaz looked around and found the place to be so peaceful… There were quotes written in French on the wall, dream catchers hanging near the window, sketches of birds flying high near the yellow coloured lamps...Even there table had peaceful paintings made on the top…. She started exploring that area and read the quote, “L’habit ne fait pasle moine…” Sidharth came from behind and said, “Oh...You know French…” She nodded in a yes… He further said, “Tell me what does it mean then… I am keen to know since the time I came here…” She smiled and said, “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover… How straightforward and true right…. Hum hamesha yahi toh karte hain… Humans are like books and we don’t even look at the first page of that book… Hum cover ka design aur book ka naam dekh lete hain… Attractive laga toh theek varna leave it system… I mean kya pata kitna kuch chipa ho ek insaan ke andar… Experiences are what make a person and not looks and personality… Personality ek tareeke ki kyun ho gayi vo bhi toh janna zaroori hai ya bas first look mein jo samajh aaya usko sach man lo...There is an ocean of memories and experiences hidden within a person… We must try to analyse and know them rather than treating people like mere tissue papers… Use and throw you know… Hum log kaise ho chuke hain yaar… Kisi ka aana ya jaana hamare liye matter hi nahi karta…” Sidharth smiled and said, “Sometimes even I feel that ek akele insaan ke paas hi kitna kuch hoga share karne ko par vo kar nahi paata hoga because of the trust issues… Trust issues kyun?? Kyunki humne hi uss insaan ko aisa bana diya apne reactions se… Humne hi usse kisi pe trust karne layak nahi chhoda… We must respect each and everyone and not judge them looking at the scenario in the first encounter…” They kept on walking through that small yet spacious area and Shehnaaz stopped at another quote which said, “Inutile de discuter…” Sidharth looked at her with full enthusiasm like a kid… She gave a smile and said, “Useless to argue…” Sidharth didn’t let her speak further and said, “Iska live example humara abhi 10 minutes pehle vala fight hai… Jab ek insaan gussa hai ya over react kar raha hai toh let that person speak and aap calm raho… Aap agar calmly cheez ko handle karke patience ke saath baat karoge toh jo banda over react kar raha hai vo bhi ek time aane pe shaant ho jayega… Till when can a person keep on speaking; ten minutes or maybe half an hour at max… And you know kayin situations mein toh na bolna hi better hai… Silence is the best answer because actions speak volumes…” Shehnaaz said on this, “Then why did you react so much in Ranbir’s stupid matter today??” He pulled her towards him by her waist, her hands rested on his chest and he said, “Because you are mine and nobody lays his eyes on my girl even in jokes… Then this Ranbir toh was a creep… Dur hi raho thoda usse because next time agar usne koi bhi stupidity ki, khaas kar mere saamne toh I won’t mind making a huge rainbow out of him in my style and you very well know that I have my ways…” They were having a passionate eye lock when she looked down and smiled… Sidharth made her look at him, tucked her hair behind her ear and said, “Baby I am telling you ke mujhse pehle toh tum hi confess karogi…” She freed herself from his embrace and said, “Confess toh tum hi karoge… Confess kya properly propose karenge aap Mr. Shukla… Wait and watch because Shehnaaz Gill hates to lose…” The coffee arrived and Shehnaaz yet again smiled looking at the mug...It read, “Keep smiling and your smile will make millions smile… You are beautiful!!” They had their coffee and got settled in the Cab… Shehnaaz got a call from Shehbaaz… She picked up and he instantly spoke in panic, “Motto sun tu aur Sidharth please jaldi hotel ki terrace pe aao… Jaldi vo ye Noor pata nahi kya harkatein kar rahi hai…” Saying so he disconnected the call… Shehnaaz told Sidharth everything… He kept on comforting her… They reached the terrace and the scenario shocked them…
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