Nawazuddin Siddiqui’s book An Ordinary Life: A memoir created quite a stir. It happened primarily because of the explosive revelations he made about his personal life, involving actresses Niharika Singh and his first girlfriend, Sunita Rajwar. The actor had detailed down his affair with the two ladies revealing intimate details. His first girlfriend, Sunita Rajwar who is now married initially slammed Nawaz in a long Facebook post where she said that she left him because he discussed their personal stuff with his friends. Sunita said that caused her a lot of distress and she decided to call it quits. The lady wrote that she admired Nawaz the actor but had no respect for him as a human being. (Also Read: Monsoon Shootout interactive trailer: The plot of Nawazuddin Siddiqui starrer is in your hands; watch video)
The lady also filed a case against him for mental agony and asked for Rs two crores as compensation. Now, the actor’s lawyer. Rizwan Siddiquee has decided to counter attack Sunita with a legal notice. He has slammed the actress’ claims as cheap stunts for gaining publicity. He has said that the Sunita mentioned in the book is someone else. However, the actress told tabloid Mumbai Mirror, “He is lying that I am not the same Sunita. He himself has given all the evidence in his memoir that says I am the one he is talking about. First, he wrote my name in the book along with National School of Drama, although without surname, but there was no other Sunita in NSD during our batch. Then he referred to that girl as Pahadi Girl, again there was no other girl from the hills, other than me. Then he also mentioned that the Sunita in his book was a roommate of famous television actress Achint Kaur, because of whose influence she might have left him, so it’s clear as I was sharing accommodation with Achint Kaur.” (Also Read: Nawazuddin Siddiqui to play the villain in Hrithik Roshan’s Krrish 4? Read exclusive details!)
Sunita previously said that she wanted to use the money she would get as compensation for women’s empowerment. She said that every woman should speak out against such kind of activities. In his excerpt, it was mentioned: I was performing in a play in Mumbai which was when I finally had my first romantic relationship. 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. You remember those old-fashioned hearts with the names of lovers in it, sometimes with an arrow across it, sometimes without? Her doodles were something like that. It seemed to my roommates that every day she covered one wall with her art of love. We saw each other for about a year and a half. She was a Pahari girl. Then she went off on a holiday to her home town 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.’ She cut off all contact after that and I plunged into another deep, deep depression. 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. With every brush-stroke, I tried to erase her off my heart as well. But, of course, the brush refused to do double duty and erased only the marks on the walls, not the scars on my heart.
“Living in Mira Road meant that the local train was our lifeline. We were at the station almost all the time. Soon after her call, 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 on to the tracks and end it all? End this struggle, end this life? I had nothing. No love, no work, no money. 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. The train sped away, screaming pompously, cutting through the air. Simultaneously, I cut off my emotions like doctors sever an umbilical cord. I decided that I would never again be emotional in any relationship. And I kept my word. Never again did I allow myself to be vulnerable like that again, not even with my wife. Yet it was important to analyse what had happened. My exgirlfriend’s flatmate was an attractive, modern and flamboyant actress called Achint Kaur who was quite popular at the time. I concluded that the only explanation for Sunita’s abrupt goodbye was Kaur’s influence. She must have advised her that for the sake of her career, Sunita should probably date someone successful, not a struggling, desperate actor who was out of work.”
It is certain that this matter is not ending soon. Nawazuddin’s first girlfriend does not seem to be in the mood to just accept his apology. Buzz is that the actor decided to withdraw the book after a director advised him to do so. Stay tuned to Bollywood Life for more scoop and updates…