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Hello All,
Am new to this forum. Am Pallo. And I've found my new muse. *doing a creepy dance around MaNan*
So, while am not that into the show, *whispers* * Call-me-a-snob* I find it easy to write about them. So I think I'll just keep posting all my Drabbles here.
Well, they'll be a little longer than Drabbles and a little shorter than OSs.
But yeah...*shoving technicality aside*
Here goes.
~||SIROCCO||~
A requiem of dryness
Lyrical Storms
And a cooling serenade
All trailing
The Sirocco.
She could feel his eyes on her.
Leaning back discreetly, she angled her head to the side to get a clearer view. Oh yes. That was definitely Manik.
Arrogant, selfish, cruel Manik.
Humorous, dashing, has-his-moments-of-goodness Manik.
She'd always admired his eyes. They were a piercing black. Like rich molten onyx. And right now, they were focused on her. Wolfing away the distance that separated the window and her chair. She couldn't read the look in his eyes. But she felt the familiar tremble course down her being. Like a slowburn.
"Nandini, focus."
Navya snapped her fingers trying to get her attention.
"It's All Play," Navya was saying sombrely, looking at the Pictionary board. With a deep breath and her spine straight she stood up, "Let's do this."
Shahid was already out of his chair, reaching for the cards. Navya joined him, determination bouncing off her in waves. Pictionary was serious business. Harshad had taught them the game and somehow Navya had decided that becoming an undefeatable Pictionary champ was one of the qualifications required of her as Harshad's to-be-girlfriend.
Nandini sat up straighter. She needed to win this point. They were already lagging behind and she was sure that Navya wasn't stepping on her foot by mistake everytime she stood up. She had to focus.
They proceeded to the white boards while Harshad set the timer.
Navya was drawing a heart and some weird lines next to it.
"Heart," she jumped.
Shahid had drawn a heart too and some circles next to it. Harshad was randomly guessing a string of words that sounded like - Love sick. Lovelorn. Love songs. Lovebites. Lovebirds. Lovebugs. Loveseats. Love-rrhoea. Whatever the last word meant.
Navya drew some more lines.
"Heart attack?"
She heard the soft snort but ignored it. "Heart burn. Heartless? Oh! Fab 5? Heartless Fab 5?"
Navya turned around and shook her head in negative. There was promised violence in her eyes.
She felt her shoulders sag. How hard could it possibly be? There was a heart and some rectangles next to it now.
Her eyes involuntarily slunk towards the window. He was still there. His eyebrows arched and his face set in an expression that could only be 'Can anyone be this dumb?'
He brought his hands up and pinched his cheek and then formed his fingers into a heart. He was clearly trying to help her. But pinching his own cheek? What could that possibly mean? Monster heart?
"Monster heart?" she said aloud. Navya swung around exasperatedly. She pointed at the rectangles and glared at her. Shahid was still drawing more circles next to his heart.
She looked sideways. Again. This time Manik pinched his cheek, pointed towards her and then formed the heart sign.
She touched her cheeks. Plump heart? Chubby heart? Cheeky heart?
And then it struck her.
"Sweetheart," she wildly jumped out of the chair.
Navya's vociferous cheering drowned out the next few moments. "Those were chocolates," she smacked her on the head, explaining the rectangles. Very Navya-esque. She hesitatingly looked out. No cockiness, no smirk in sight. Just a plain smile. A real smile. A real devastating Manik smile.
"You're welcome, Sweetheart ," he winked.
** ~ **||** ~ **
They went on to lose the game.
But, she'd definitely lost more than just the game.
Much more.
Cheers,
Pallo.
PS- Well in case you're wondering, Manik is much like a sirocco. Dry, stormy and cool. Depends on the location. In this case, the person. š
Am new to this forum. Am Pallo. And I've found my new muse. *doing a creepy dance around MaNan*
So, while am not that into the show, *whispers* * Call-me-a-snob* I find it easy to write about them. So I think I'll just keep posting all my Drabbles here.
Well, they'll be a little longer than Drabbles and a little shorter than OSs.
But yeah...*shoving technicality aside*
Here goes.
~||SIROCCO||~
A requiem of dryness
Lyrical Storms
And a cooling serenade
All trailing
The Sirocco.
She could feel his eyes on her.
Leaning back discreetly, she angled her head to the side to get a clearer view. Oh yes. That was definitely Manik.
Arrogant, selfish, cruel Manik.
Humorous, dashing, has-his-moments-of-goodness Manik.
She'd always admired his eyes. They were a piercing black. Like rich molten onyx. And right now, they were focused on her. Wolfing away the distance that separated the window and her chair. She couldn't read the look in his eyes. But she felt the familiar tremble course down her being. Like a slowburn.
"Nandini, focus."
Navya snapped her fingers trying to get her attention.
"It's All Play," Navya was saying sombrely, looking at the Pictionary board. With a deep breath and her spine straight she stood up, "Let's do this."
Shahid was already out of his chair, reaching for the cards. Navya joined him, determination bouncing off her in waves. Pictionary was serious business. Harshad had taught them the game and somehow Navya had decided that becoming an undefeatable Pictionary champ was one of the qualifications required of her as Harshad's to-be-girlfriend.
Nandini sat up straighter. She needed to win this point. They were already lagging behind and she was sure that Navya wasn't stepping on her foot by mistake everytime she stood up. She had to focus.
They proceeded to the white boards while Harshad set the timer.
Navya was drawing a heart and some weird lines next to it.
"Heart," she jumped.
Shahid had drawn a heart too and some circles next to it. Harshad was randomly guessing a string of words that sounded like - Love sick. Lovelorn. Love songs. Lovebites. Lovebirds. Lovebugs. Loveseats. Love-rrhoea. Whatever the last word meant.
Navya drew some more lines.
"Heart attack?"
She heard the soft snort but ignored it. "Heart burn. Heartless? Oh! Fab 5? Heartless Fab 5?"
Navya turned around and shook her head in negative. There was promised violence in her eyes.
She felt her shoulders sag. How hard could it possibly be? There was a heart and some rectangles next to it now.
Her eyes involuntarily slunk towards the window. He was still there. His eyebrows arched and his face set in an expression that could only be 'Can anyone be this dumb?'
He brought his hands up and pinched his cheek and then formed his fingers into a heart. He was clearly trying to help her. But pinching his own cheek? What could that possibly mean? Monster heart?
"Monster heart?" she said aloud. Navya swung around exasperatedly. She pointed at the rectangles and glared at her. Shahid was still drawing more circles next to his heart.
She looked sideways. Again. This time Manik pinched his cheek, pointed towards her and then formed the heart sign.
She touched her cheeks. Plump heart? Chubby heart? Cheeky heart?
And then it struck her.
"Sweetheart," she wildly jumped out of the chair.
Navya's vociferous cheering drowned out the next few moments. "Those were chocolates," she smacked her on the head, explaining the rectangles. Very Navya-esque. She hesitatingly looked out. No cockiness, no smirk in sight. Just a plain smile. A real smile. A real devastating Manik smile.
"You're welcome, Sweetheart ," he winked.
** ~ **||** ~ **
They went on to lose the game.
But, she'd definitely lost more than just the game.
Much more.
Cheers,
Pallo.
PS- Well in case you're wondering, Manik is much like a sirocco. Dry, stormy and cool. Depends on the location. In this case, the person. š
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