"I don't think my life is ordinary," says Nawazuddin Siddiqui in his memoir titled 'An Ordinary Life'.
Nawazuddin Siddiqui's tweet to withdraw his autobiography gave his fans a shock, today. After multiple controversies, Nawaz apologised for hurting some hearts with his revelations. See, what's the matter.
According to NDTV, Delhi advocate Gautam Gulati says, "I don't know Niharika Singh personally nor have I spoken to her. I have lodged a complaint with NCW with a request to give direction for the registration of FIR under sections 376 (rape), 497 (adultery) and 509 (insulting the modesty of a woman) of IPC.
Following the furor that Siddiqui's racy confessions had created, a livid Singh had revealed to the media that she had found out later that "he had a wife in the village whom he never spoke about."
According to NDTV, later, Niharika Singh released a statement, "Nawaz and I had a brief relationship during the making of Miss Lovely that lasted less than a few months. He obviously wants to sell his book and it would appear that he is willing to exploit and disrespect a woman just to do so.
He has chosen to fabricate stories and manipulate a fleeting relationship. None of what he has written has been with my knowledge, let alone my consent. It is this very aspect of Nawaz that caused me to end my relationship with him in the first place."
Even Sunita Rajwar wrote in a lengthy Facebook post that Nawazuddin Siddiqui is a 'sympathy seeker'. She wrote: "He leaves o opportunity to get sympathy from others - be it his complexion, his economical background or even his struggling days (when he worked as a watchman)."
In his complaint, Gulati writes, "The actor has published it without having second thoughts about how this kind of act can ruin the married life of the victim. For minting money and garnering free publicity for his book, the actor has bargained the modesty of a woman."
Following Nawazuddin's tweet, his fans gave a mixed response...
Here are some pieces of Siddiqui's love life revelations that he made in his memoir.
According to NDTV, Nawazuddin was performing in a play in Mumbai which was when he finally had his first romantic relationship.
He shared, "incidentally, she too happened to be an NSD graduate, though we had never met there. It was very sweet, like rain is after a very long spell of drought. Sunita had fallen madly in love with me. Every day, she would come over, hang out at my house in Mira Road and scrawl our names in tiny font all over the wall..."
Then she went off on a holiday to her hometown in the hills to see her folks. When she returned, Sunita would not take any of my calls. And when she did at last, I was flabbergasted. After such a deep, passionate love, she simply said, "Nawaz, you focus on your career. And I will focus on my career." I took a bucket of fresh white paint and began to replace her artwork on my walls with the blank canvas that they were before...
One day I was at the station and stood there staring at the tracks. A train was coming, screaming its arrival with a lusty horn. It would be simple and instant. Should I jump onto the tracks and end it all? End this struggle, end this life? But some being woke up in me and gave me a metaphorical slap. "You know this is not your department," the voice in my head said. "Then why? Why did you go that way? Why!" it screamed at me.
Never again did I allow myself to be vulnerable like that again, not even with my wife... Yet it was important to analyze what had happened... [Sunita must have been advised] she should probably date someone successful, not a struggling, desperate actor who was out of work. Today, Sunita tells everybody that she was once together with me in a very serious relationship. Incredible, isn't it?
According to Hindustan Times report, Nawazuddin revealed about how he met a girl in New York.
The industry had begun to notice me... Strangely, the West was kinder to me first, both in terms of love and work... I was at a cafe once with my friend in New York City's Soho area. The stunning waitress kept staring at me... "You? You are an actor?" she asked a rhetorical question. "Yes!" I replied. "Which film of mine did you see? Gangs of Wasseypur?" She squinted, trying to remember, "No, no," she said. "Another film!" After a few moments, she responded: "Lunchbox!" We got talking.
By then, I had moved to Yari Road. Every few months, she kept extending her visa. It was a very sweet relationship. She was so lovely that the idea of marriage had begun to cross my mind, first in fleeting thoughts, and then slowly they turned into a decision. At the very last minute when I was about to propose, as if reading my mind, Suzanne said, "In my country it is divorce season right now."
Suzanne used to accompany me there. Then came the day when her visa expired and she needed to return to New York to sort it out. She was gone for many months. One day, while we were shooting a dance scene, something happened to my co-star Niharika Singh. When the director said, "Cut!", she quietly rushed to her vanity van and stayed there.
I was puzzled. What was wrong with her? What had happened? She used to be friendly, social and talk quite a bit. I thought it was best to ask her what had happened and so I did, not once, not twice, but several times, for several days. She responded that nothing had happened. I silenced my curiosity. After some days she began to.
I invited her over for a home-cooked meal, a mutton dish which was my speciality. She politely agreed and came over. The dish I had made for her turned out to be absolutely terrible. But she was too well mannered to say so. Not only did she eat everything that was on her plate, but she praised it as well.
For the very first time I went to Niharika's house. I rang the doorbell, slightly nervous. When she opened the door, revealing a glimpse of the house, I was speechless with amazement. A hundred, or so it seemed, little candles flickered beautifully. She wore soft faux fur, looking devastatingly gorgeous, her beauty illuminated even more in the candlelight.
And I, being the lusty village bumpkin that I am, scooped her up in my arms and headed straight for the bedroom. We made passionate love. And just like that, out of the blue, I began a relationship with Niharika Singh, a relationship which I did not know then would last for almost one-and-a-half years.
"Why are you not mailing me, Nawaz? What's wrong?" I did not respond, I did not have the courage to. I trusted my silence would convey what needed to be conveyed. When I was checking my inbox one day, Niharika happened to see one of her emails.
"Who is this?" she inquired.
"You know very well who it is," I said. "It's Suzanne."
"Wo-ow! It's still going on between you two! Amazing!" Niharika thundered in anger. "It is wrong. I hope you know that."
"No, Niharika, nothing is going on between us. Sometimes her emails come, that's all."
"No, Nawaz! You must maintain clarity," she said.
"All right! I will email her clearly then," I said.
"No, you won't. So I will email her," she said sternly.
From that day, Niharika began to send emails to Suzanne from my email address. She would type, "I cannot continue with you" and sign off as me. Imagine the shock for Suzanne. She would send heartbreaking replies like, "What happened, Nawaz? Please tell me, Nawaz! . . . I am crying, Nawaz! Tell me, please." It was absolutely awful. I simply could not endure it! It was as if she was screaming, crying out aloud helplessly in unbearable pain.
"Who is this writing, Nawaz? I know this is not you. Somebody else is with you," she wrote back.
"Somebody else is making you write these emails. Tell me who is this person?" she wrote.
"Who is she? Who is this bitch?" "Bitch!" That word infuriated Niharika so much that she made me end all correspondence with Suzanne forever, then and there. I was very sad. Then I thought, so be it, it's all right, I am with Niharika. My melancholy evaporated quickly.
When I went to her place next, she was wearing a silk robe. I ran my hand over its coolness around her waist, grabbing her but she pushed me away. "No, Nawaz!" she said. "I won't meet you again. This is enough." I pleaded I cried, I apologized. I said I wouldn't repeat my mistakes again. I would be more thoughtful, a better lover. But she remained adamant. She had had enough. She had been hurt too many times. So that was that we broke up cutting off all contact.
Two months later, another girl came into my life in a most mysterious way. I did not know then that years later, I would marry her.
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