MaNan OS/ Drabble: New sensations

I had to find a way to vent my overwhelming mushy mushy feelings for Manik- Nandu and hence this AMATEURISH OS (number of post restrictions and all 😡 ). Please read and let me know what y'all think. 😊

This imaginary scenario takes place after tonight's dance and drunk conversation between Nandu- Manik.

Enjoyyy! 🤗

-Varsha

P.S. Thanks for the incredible response to the last OS 🤗

His shirt is unbuttoned, I sighed.

What? His presence shouldn't bother me. It doesn't bother me. It didn't bother me when he descended those stairs last night and...

My skin stars to tingle as hazy images from last night wash over me, consuming me in its embrace. I try not to look up. I am determined to be strong, determined not to be affected by him.

But he's just sitting there, his shirt untucked, sleeves rolled up and the buttons undone, revealing traces of hair on his perfectly chiseled chest.

Gahhh! How am I supposed to concentrate on music practice for Musicana when he's purposely sprawled with casual elegance, directly in my line of vision? How can anyone look so relaxed and attractively inviting in the break room is beyond my comprehension. Only Manik Malhotra can manage to look angelic and devilish at the same time.

For our convenience, Fab 5 exit the scene...

Nandu.... I hear him call in a husky tone.

My back stiffens in a valiant attempt to control the thrill that runs through my body. He walks up and slips into the seat right across from me, his movements as fluid, graceful as a cat. Against my better judgement, I find my gaze wandering to his dangerously exposed chest, unable to resist its magnetic pull.

I look up in time to catch his slow stretching smirk. I berate myself in my head. How am I supposed to convince him to leave me alone when my own body contradicts my words.

Manik, what do you want? I ask, angry at myself for feeling the way I feel, angry at him for making me feel this way.

His brown eyes sparkle enticingly at me as his smirk grows even wider- something I did not think was possible for him. He sets his elbows on the table and leans across, his face stopping mere inches from mine.

What do I want? His warm breath tickles my face and sends me into a state of shivers. I resist the innate urge to close my eyes and feel. Instead I find myself staring at his long eyelashes, cursing the heavens above for making such a perfect specimen of a man.

Wait. Did I just think that he is perfect? This is not good. Quickly, I scoot my chair backwards, anxious to get away from him, anxious to quell the pounding in my blood, anxious to get my typically rational Nandini Murthy thoughts back. He stares at me and grins yet again, while I try to find a dozen excuses to escape- God, how he knows exactly what he is doing to me.

What do I want Nandu? Well... I want a lot of things, he tilts his head back as if contemplating and reminiscing last night and then gives me one more searing look. But currently, all I want is the guitar pick I left with you last night.

Last night...The guitar pick? My voice comes out all squeaky as my face betrays my confusion. He smiles softly this time and in one quick moment brings his hand to gently cup my face. Trailing one finger down my cheek, he nods gently, at the moment, that's all I want.

My heart starts to hammer loudly against my chest- curse this traitorous organ! I somehow manage to reach into my bag and pull out the guitar pick. His finger continues to softly caress my cheek as he uses the other hand to grab the pick, his hand deliberately resting on mine a moment longer than necessary, causing a fiery trail of goose bumps to manifest on my exposed flesh. Never taking his eyes off mine, he leans back in his chair enormously pleased with himself and my reaction to him.

My breath hitches in my throat as I grow very aware of my body and Manik's proximity to it. His brown eyes glitter dangerously as his hand slowly leaves my face. My breath is all ragged as he continues to look at me, with that stupid I-have-you-now glint in his eyes.

He leans in closer once more, his eyes darkening with untold desire. My heart starts to thump even more wildly. This cannot be happening to me. I cannot be feeling this- not for him. Suddenly, an overwhelming panic takes over me and I do the only thing that seems right- I run.

Ignoring all stares and the urge to look back at that gorgeous man, I take the longest strides before finally reaching the door. It's barely been ten minutes, and my nerves have only just started to calm down, my blood has started to cool off.

I cannot be feeling this- these panicking, wonderfully wrong feelings- for him. I want him. But I'm not supposed to. He's Manik , Alya's boyfriend- strictly off-limits.

This was so good, I loved reading it I feel so bad for Nandu Manik has so much effect on her 😆

Nice story.. looking forward to read more of ur MaNan works

Thanks Nicky!! 😊 Kahaan ho aaj kal aap? I know na.. Poor Nandu, jab nasha utregaa, aisi awareness badh jaayegi 😳

Thanks Nikki! 😊 I try ...