SidNaaz Imagines

Imagine Thirty

Siddharth hated social media. The only time he ever really went online was from Shehnaaz's account, because her accounts were super fun, or to post gift stories, the latter he did with a huge smile on his face, with his Naaz gushing over all the love that the two of them received from their fans and on some occasions (and cheat days) sneaking a chocolate from the huge everpresent pile in the kitchen. 

Occasionally, he'd go to Twitter. Tweet something intelligent, or something witty (it went over Shehnaaz's head on the first try 90% of the times and he'd catch her laughing/scowling hours later, after finally figuring it out.) 

But most of the time, he didn't need social media to kill time or to entertain himself. Shehnaaz had taken up that responsibility a long time back. Shehnaaz was the entertainment queen of the country, but to Siddharth, she was his personal ball of light and energy, and she could never let a moment pass between them that she didn't make him smile. 

Siddharth sighed tiredly, rubbing his temple gently and then shaking his head. 

He missed her! 

He missed the freaking way her soft fingers felt on the sides of his head when she pressed his forehead to relieve him of the building headache after a long day at work. 

Siddharth felt like an idiot. It was not like he hadn't lived alone before, but today, the room felt like it hadn't felt in ages. It felt deserted. Devoid of life. 

He whined. Siddharth wanted to call Shehnaaz and scream at her, scold her for leaving him alone and going thousands of miles away after making him so habitual to her constant presence to the point that he felt like an addict! 

But, the rational side of him rebuked him. He knew that he couldn't just call her and make her anxious about himself when she herself was so far away from him, and thus, the Sensible Shukla-ji found a different way to vent his frustration. 

Twitter. 

He looked back at the phone that lay discarded on the bed and unlocked it. A smile formed on his lips on seeing his recent app, the gallery. Full of Siddharth & Shehnaaz's pictures. He quickly exited the gallery and switched to Twitter, where he was currently on a spree of witticism. 

He could almost almost envision the look of surprise on Shehnaaz's face when she read all of his replies. 

After a few minutes of going through more tweets, he found his next target. A smirk lit up his face. This was a good way to de-stress. He was about to press the tweet button when his notification buzzed with a message from Shehnaaz.. 

Bebu, good morning. 

Siddharth grinned like a child, switching applications, and opened Shehnaaz's chat head. 

Good morning. Tu uth bhi gayi?

Nahi.. sote-sote message kiya hai tujhe 😒

Tere standard ke hisaab se bhot jaldi hai sweetheart. Isiliye bola mene. 😅

Mere standard ki tu chod, yeh Twitter pe konsa bhoot replies kar raha hai? 

Mein hi kar raha hoon yaar..

Bebu.. teri tabiyat theek hai na? 
Tujhe mere canada mein hone ka sadma wadma toh nahi lag gaya kutte?
Kya zaroorat hai aise replies karne ki?

Time-pass kar raha hoon. Bore ho raha tha mein. Mera all-india-radio canada mein jaake jo baitha hua hai.

Aww, kullu ko yaad aa rahi hai?