Hey, guys this is Rhydima, back with another OS. It has nothing to do with the current story line but just my fun take on their relationship down the line. Hope you guys enjoy reading it -
They say the day I married Nandini Moorthy was the day the great Manik Malhotra became soft.
I beg to differ.
I, Manik Malhotra will never turn soft.
I am not like some peach that gets bruised and smooshy after it's been dropped too many times.
I am a pineapple.
Spiky and hard. But sweet on the inside.
For years I have held the title of Monster and I shan't be giving that up just because I am married to a lovely wife who means the world to me and have two amazing kids who make me feel giggly and happy inside.
See? No softness here.
I most definitely still enjoy making people cry - it's a favorite skill I've acquired over the years - (but if someone make my kids, family or friends cry, well, let's just say I foresee mangled bodies.)
Trust me, I'm an awful person. I mean, I sometimes try to be nice (women seem to like that) but it's so damn hard. You know smiling takes much more energy than frowns, what with gravity weighing you down and all.
And don't forget to add some bonus points to my evil tally. I can pull up witty and self-esteem bashing comebacks within seconds. For example:
"Watch it monster."
"You watch it...madhubala"
There you go.
Concise.
Snappy.
Utterly brilliant.
My irritating qualities and annoying characteristics have overall corrupted my whole body. I don't suppose I can do anything nice anymore.
Though I hate to admit it, I even mushed up my proposal to Nandu.
Flashback...
"What If she says no? What if she slaps or punches me again? We've been going out for a year. Is that enough? Am I enough? What is enough? What am I? Who am I? Where am I?"
As you can see, Nandu was the only one who could shake me up.
" Manik. Calm down. Deep breath. As much as I hate to admit it but Nandini lo-lo-...ahem..lo-lo-..damnit.. loves you. So stop rambling and get out there. I still don't know how she can fall for a monster like you but it is what they say - love is blind."
Gee Navya, so sweet and ahhh..
And so here was my brilliant plan to get the girl of my dreams to marry me. Win the soccer game and she will say yes.
Bird in the bag, my friend. Bird in the bag.
ooo
"And it looks like Manik has the ball now. He's streaking down towards the goal.. Ooo! Nasty bump there! Manik has been hit in the mouth by Harshad!"
Ow..that must have hurt.
Taking a small time out, I walked to the benches and discreetly whipped out the small mirror I always carried around.
Oh shit.
My lip looked like the color of sick and was starting to swell to the size of a melon.
Bravely, I walked back to the field. Turning my head towards the crowd I was slightly encouraged when my girlfriend let go of her stuffy inhibitions and blew me a kiss.
She really is looking lovely in red, all sexy and slinky in that...
"Ooo! Seems like Manik hasn't recovered just yet from his blow. He's just run into one of the goalposts!"
Double Ow..
Amid to laughter and catcalls, I got up and ran towards my team mates.
Great. I now had a bump the size of a small mountain in the middle of my forehead.
"Must finish and propose" repeating this mantra throughout the game really didn't help that much. Actually, now that I think about it, I was terrible that day. My sight was blurry and I ran into at least half of the people on the field.
But I did block one player from scoring the goal.
Need I mention that it was my own teammate?
The horrid game finally finished (we lost 2 - 4) and I ran towards the stands, towards her, my angel in red.
Little by little the crowd grew silent and pensive as I neared my prey.
Pausing in front of Nandu, I shouted, "Nandini Moorthy, will you marry me?"
Well, that's what it sounded like in my mind.
In reality I had shouted, " Nandony Moorli, wi you melly meh?"
Instead of eagerly acquiescing, she shot me a puzzled look and her eyes shifted nervously.
"Er, what was that Manik?"
"Wi you melly meh?"
"Melanin? The disease?"
"Nuh! Gah Dehnit! Fuh!" (Translation: God damnit! F***)
Finally giving up, I eloquently drew out the ring box and tossed it gracefully to her from afar.
Huh. I wish.
According to everyone present there. I aggressively tore the box out of my pocket and savagely chucked at Nandu.
That might just explain the swelling on her forehead.
At least we match.
End Flashback...
To make a long story short. Nandu agreed (after much ranting and yelling) and we shared out first kiss as an engaged couple in the hospital.
As you can see, I am a bas***d in every single thing I do.
I even refused to believe my wife when she told me she was in labor. She actually had to threaten me to take her to the hospital.
And although I did tear up when my boy popped out, I am no softie.
I may be a bit of a pushover when it comes to my kids and a big jiggling piece of jello when Nandu is angry.
But I am no softie.
"Manik Malhotra! Get your butt in here and clean this mess up, NOW!"
"Yes dear! Coming, love! Right away sweetie!"
"..."
Damnit I am a softie.
But at least... I'm her softie.
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