Nawazuddin Siddiqui is willing to exploit and disrespect a woman to sell his book,' Niharika Singh breaks her silence
Nawazuddin Siddiqui's sensational revelations about his relationship with Miss Lovely actress Niharika Singh has made headlines. In his book, An Ordinary Life A memoir, Nawaz has revealed some sensational details about his affair with the actress. A source in the know told us that though Nawaz had informed Niharika about him mentioning about their affair in the book, the actress wasn't aware about the extent to which he will describe their relationship. Hence when the excerpts from the book came out, she was left a little surprised!
In a statement EXCLUSIVELY given to Bollywoodlife, Niharika says, "Nawaz and I had a brief relationship during the making of Miss Lovely that lasted less than a few months in 2009. So today when he paints me as a woman in fur enticing him into her bedroom with candles, or desperately calling him and mailing other women on his behalf, I can only laugh. 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. I have always maintained that he's a brilliant actor. However, I had hoped these acting skills would have remain confined only to the screen. Still, I wish him well. This is all I have to say.
"She is shocked with the details that Nawaz has let out in the book. Ever since the excerpts are out, Niharika is flooded with calls. When she read about the revelations he has made, she got a little upset. She felt that Nawaz kept her in the dark. Niharika was even contemplating on suing Siddiqui. But first decided to speak to Nawaz, reveals a source close to Singh.
Meanwhile, below is the excerpt from the book written by Nawazuddin Siddiqui, that read, "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. Something seemed to have happened to her. She was suddenly cold, went out of her way to maintain a distance from me and began to keep mum. 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. I simply urged her to talk, be more social, that it was not healthy to be so quiet. After some days she began 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. Now you come to my house, Nawaz. I will cook mutton for you, she said warmly. 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.
Later, he also explained why his break up with the lady happened. He said, "Like all girls, Niharika obviously expected some of the sweet conversations that lovers have, to take place between us. But I was quite a selfish bas***d. I had a plain aim: go to her house, make out and leave. I could not talk lovey-dovey too much. It finally struck her that I was a rascal who cared only for himself. (Actually, all the girls I have ever been with have had this same complaint about me. I would only come to them for my own needs. Otherwise, I might not even take their calls.) 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.
(As told to Urvi Parikh)
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