MaNan Three Shot - Just One? | Completed - Page 5

Originally posted by: Arshirox97

Drunk Nandu is always awesome!! Love the story!! Plz update the nxt part soon!

Loving With Your's

"Is it compulsory, when we fall in love that we just have to have one heart? What it would be like to love - with two hearts?"

"Manik I can walk. Put me down. You don't get to treat me like an asset just because you feel like it."

"Of course Nandini, if stumbling upon steps and tangling up your feet counts as walking, you can walk. I won't even try to prove you otherwise."

She huffed. Again. That has to be umpteenth time she did that in past 1 hour. Ride from party venue to mansion was nothing but sheer torture with her constant blabbering and huffing and puffing. Honestly, I was deriving all kind of guilty pleasure from this torture. Like Cabir said, she did loosen up. Just like the last time, she is simply herself - innocent, uncaring, free yet loving. Hardly do I get to see her like this when she is sober.

When sober, she goes around with all her guards up, she feels she is liable to everyone's problem and has to be he more mature and sensible one among all of us. No matter how hard I try, she just won't leave those traits of her. It's like she carries around a baggage with her which she is not ready to share. I just hope, one day she accepts me in her life, enough to share it with me.

"What is your problem? Tell me! Why do you keep on flaring me up? Why? I want to know why?"

"What..."

"What what? Tell me why do you always, always do stuffs to anger me up? You know how much I hate it when you start bossing me around yet you will do that. I hate when you turn into this complete monster yet you won't stop. So tell me why? There has to be legit reason for you to pull off these stunts, right?"

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"Manik will you stop gaping? I haven't asked you about the birth and history of Indian Classical Music that you are looking up at me like that. Shut up your mouth and answer me!"

Well, I am gaping but not at her questions. I am gaping at the fact the she somehow stumbled up to my room without breaking her bones. Or head. Or legs. Or hands. I really have underestimated her. She is so goddamn talented. Now, since she is all safe up there, even I should go there lest she just goes around breaking all my stuffs.

"Nandini such a shame, ain't it? You should know it, right, that I can't answer you with my mouth close. What am I supposed to do now?"

And here comes the infamous glare. Doesn't she get tired of it?

"You. Are. Supposed. To. Answer. My. Question. Before. I. Kill. You."

Oh boy, she is infuriated. What would have happened had she been sober? Don't go there Manik. Just don't.

"Well, I do it... purposely. You see, you make such an appealing picture with your blazed up cheeks and scrunched up red button nose. I think I can definitely do with a little of flicker in my life. There's no harm in that, right?"

"What? You. How? Why?"

And the train of incoherent words begins. I might as well start wondering as to how am I still very much alive. The fact that she won't even give it a thought before punching the living daylight out of me doesn't help me any.

"Manik Monster Monkey Malhotra! You just did not say that! How dare you! Just to brighten up your day you love flaring mine. Fine. Be it so. From now onwards, don't you dare come near me. You don't get to talk to me. Or see me. Or touch me. Or hug me. Or kiss me. Get it straight into your head."

What an irony! With every-single punishment she is uttering, she is poking me in the chest, pushing me backwards and is very much reducing the little left up distance between us.

Uh-oh! This doesn't look good at all to me. How am I supposed to reign in control over myself if she keeps on pushing me up to edge?

Literally.

Amazing! I thought that by now she might have sobered up but no, I am completely, utterly, hopelessly wrong. The not-so-damsel in distress somehow managed to tangle herself to me and shove both of us down to my bed with me beneath her. I should really thank my stars that she is light-weighted.

"What?"

Why on earth is she giggling now? Not that I mind it but well, with her face nuzzled in my neck the giggles aren't helping me much.

"It's so funny."

She giggled nevertheless after giving me a not so satisfying answer.

"What's so funny? What is it?"

"They are two?"

"What?"

"I feel two hearts beating within me. How is that possible? We all are supposed to have just one so why do I feel them on both sides?"

I want to know how anyone can look so adorable and cute and innocent when they are asking such a stupid question. God, I love her so much! What do I do with her!

"Really?"

"Yes. Do you know why? Tell me!"

What am I supposed to tell her now? Where does she get two hearts from? Argh, does she really have to look up to me that hopefully?

"Because, my dear Professor Nandu, in all this time, you have gracefully managed to capture my heart and keep it safely with you. So that other heart, that you are feeling, is mine and here I am left without any, trying to live somehow. You see, you've left me heartless."

I pouted feigning helplessness only to have her palms cup my face ever so tenderly as if a little pressure would break me down. And the look, the look in her eyes, I don't think I want to get over that ever. No one has ever looked at me with that worry, concern, care, love. As tenderly as she held up my face, did she spoke those words which made me realize as to why am I so fiercely possessive about her and would do anything to keep her in my life.

"Really? Did I do that to you? I am sorry. You know, you do one thing. You... take my heart. Yes, you do that. I am not returning you yours because you are this complete idiot who loves breaking himself just to assure that people around you are happy. So, you take mine because I know, you will never hurt it and will always keep it safe. I trust you with my heart."

Before I could even form a coherent reply to innocent suggestion, I found her asleep. Her head over my chest.

Over my heart.

Shielding it.