HOW TO FALL IN LOVE- MANAN FF last ch pg 93 updated - Page 3

wow she had no idea how she is gonna stop manik from suicide or make him fall in love with life
but still she promised
wow
please do continue
it was fantastic
bye sumi

Awww...so amazing update...!!
I loved it..!!
Waiting for next part...!!

She doesnt need any specific ideas
She just needs to be herself
She is afterall his shining star ⭐️

Wow...just absolutely wow! I can imagine it all, her sobbing, his semi-laughs... It was all just clear as a picture. A real talent you have here my girl. It's needless to say I can't wait for the third chapter <3

this was so pure...more of love n humanity..

CHAPTER 3

HOW TO TAKE YOUR RELATIONSHIP TO THE NEXT LEVEL?

We arranged to meet at the sea link bridge, which seemed right at the time as it was our only link to one another, but once we were both there, twenty-four hours after the incident, it felt inappropriate. He wasn't on the bridge but standing beside it on the Bachelors Walk, looking down at the water. I would have given anything to know what he was thinking.

'Manik.'

At the sound of my voice he turned. He was still wearing the same black duffle coat from the previous night, his hands shoved deep into his pocket.

'Are you okay?' I asked.

'Yeah, sure.' He sounded shell shocked. 'I am fine.'

He then turned to cross the road to the next street. He wasn't looking where he was going and a car honked angrily as it narrowly missed running him over. He barely registered the sound and kept on walking.

'Manik!' I shouted.'

He turned around 'Accident. Promise.'

I knew then I would have to follow him. He wasn't to be trusted with his own life. I had to keep an eye on him. As soon as I found a gap in the traffic I started following him. He turned around to a small street and when he was around the corner and out of sight, I sprinted to catch up.

When I rounded the corner, he was gone, as if he'd vanished into thin air. All the shops in the street were closed there was no where he could have disappeared. I searched the deserted dark street ahead and cursed myself for losing him, wishing I had at least got his phone number.

'Boo,' he said suddenly, deadpan as he stepped out of the shadows.

I jumped. 'Oh god! Manik, are you trying to give me a heart attack?'

He smiled at me, amused. 'Stop pulling your Sherlock homes tricks on me.'

I felt my face redden in the dark. 'I just wanted to make sure you are okay. I didn't want to be in your face.'

'I told you, I was fine.'

'I don't think that you are.'

He looked away blinking repeatedly as his eyes started filling again. I could see them sparkling under the lamplight.

'I need to know you are going to be okay. I can't just leave you. Are you going to get some help?' I asked.

'And how will all this amazing talking that people want to do with me fix anything? It won't change what's happening.'

'What is happening??'

He backed away.

'Okay, you don't have to tell me. But are you at least relieved that you didn't jump?'

'Sure. It was a big mistake. I regret going to the bridge. I should have gone to a rooftop... no one could have found me there and I could have jumped easily.' He said but I could see the smile that he was trying to hide.

'Where are we going?' I asked, running to catch up with him. We seemed to walk aimlessly and it was a cold night, I was hoping our destination was near. 'Or are you planning to die of cold?'

He turned around. His face was stern and it made me wonder if I did the right thing by making fun of his mission to end his life, when suddenly he started laughing uncontrollably. That was the first time I had seen him laugh, his eyes were glittering and kept on staring at him, realizing for the first time that he was a very handsome man. He noticed that I was staring and felt uncomfortable. I shifted my gaze in a hurry and he started walking again.

'Where do you live?' I asked wanting to break the awkward silence.

'These days I live in Delhi.' He replied.

'And did you come to Mumbai especially to...?'

'Jump from a bridge?' he looked at me, amused again. 'You mumbaikars are so arrogant. There are perfectly good ways to die in Delhi. No I was here to see someone.' We reached his hotel and Manik turned to me. 'Well thank you again for saving my life. Should I, I don't know give you an awkward hug or something... Oh I know' he held his hand up in the air and I rolled my eyes before giving him a high five.

And then I didn't know what to say next? Good luck? Enjoy your life?

He had no idea either, so the sarcastic comment continued to flow.

'I should give you a gold star,' he said. 'Or a badge.'

'I do really prefer not to leave you right now.'

'My birthday is in two weeks. Not that much can change in two weeks, but I appreciate you lying for me.'

'It's do-able' I said more confidently than I felt. Two weeks? I had been hoping for an entire year. But if that's what I had to work with then be it. 'I will use up my annual leave so that I could see you every day. It's definitely possible.' I said optimistically.

He gave me that same amused smile. 'I do rather be alone now.'

'So you can kill yourself?' I asked.

At that point he gave up and let me follow him. We went through the lobby into the elevator. He pressed a button and the door closed. We got to the top floor and I followed him to a penthouse. As I entered the living room I could smell flowers. The door to the bedroom was open and I could see a bed sprinkled with rose petals, and a bottle of champagne sitting in a silver bucket. Manik glanced at the bed and then looked away as if the mere sight of the bed offended him. He walked to the study table and picked up a piece of paper.

I followed him. 'Is that your suicide note? '

He winced. 'Do you have to use that word?'

'What would you rather I say?'

'"Goodbye Manik it was nice seeing you"?' he shrugged off the coat and threw it on the floor.

I was taken aback. I hadn't expected such atoned body under the coat.

'What?' he asked and I realised I was staring at his beauty. (AGAIN)

'Can I read the note?'

'No' he moved it closer to his chest and folded it.

'Why don't you rip it up?'

'Because..' he placed it in his pocket. 'It is a memento of my trip to Mumbai.'

'You are not very funny.'

'Another thing to add to the list of things I am not good at.'

I looked around at the set up and tried to figure him out. 'Were you expecting someone here tonight?'

'Of course. I always arrange champagne and roses for pretty ladies who talk me off bridge.'

It was wrong and I knew it was wrong, but I celebrated inside that he called me pretty. 'No it must have been last night.' I said watching him. He didn't reply. Instead he went to the fridge and took out a can of beer. "Alcohol is not such a good idea." I said firmly. He threw me a childlike look and begged me with his eyes but I didn't give in. He understood I was not going to give up and took out a can of soft drink instead and threw me one too. We both sat there in silence sipping from our cans.

'My girlfriend' he said out of nowhere.

'What about her?'

'That is who I was expecting. I came to Mumbai to surprise her. She had said that I had not been very attentive lately. Not present in her company or whatever.' He rubbed his face roughly. 'She said our relationship was in trouble. "in danger" that was the phase she used.'

'So you came to Mumbai to rescue your relationship.' I said happy to finally be learning something about him. 'What happened then?' I asked.

Wow.. Awesome prt

Fab writing loved it
continue Soon

this is soo good..

plsss dnt leev d suspens in middle

continu soon
nd dis tim a bigger one plss