HOW TO FALL IN LOVE- MANAN FF last ch pg 93 updated - Page 65

Originally posted by: piyu008

simply wow..so emotional..i was on urge of crying while reading iit..

u wrote perfectly..loved it bus..

the whole scene the conversation between MaNan was beyond awesome so beautiful ..

i am surely gonna read it again and again till you update next one😊

N please update soon..😃

Originally posted by: Saisha77

the first thing dat came to my mind is are uh a psychiatrist?? coz i need one.. hahah..
uh story is rly smthng.. i cnt define wat i felt reading ur story.. a total different plot.. a total different characteristics.. evrythng is different.. n it is so damn gud!!
i read all the chapz in 1 go.. i cnt tell uh hw much i love the story..
i hv read 2 chapz earlier juz few dayz aftr uh posted.. but then i lost it coz i hvnt bookmarked n i forgot the name.. m nt well actually n nt allowed to stress myslf.. cmpltly on bedrest.. but as soon as i find ur story, i started reading it.. it took me 2 cmplt hrz to cmplt 23 chapz..
m nt so matured to comment smthng which will go wid ur story.. uh defined evry emotion so beautifully n maturely.. i will alwayz refer to ur story wenevr i will feel low or high..
cnt b up nw as itz already 2 hrz!! mummaz ranting to take rest..
plz continue soon..
i hv send uh buddy request.. plz accpt it n nxt tym pm me if psbl..

Originally posted by: mirage101

Hi vihaa
Im a silent reader of not just ur but many other stories on this forum. Due to studies and blah blah shit i never get time to comment on stuff. But u forced me to do that. I truly loved each n every chapter of this incredible journey which is abt to end.i really like the way you write.1 of the many things i like in ur story is aliya.u didn't portray her as a jealous bitch or a vamp.she genuinely is good at heart or may be that's just what I felt. Secondly is our Nandini. Honestly when ky2 first started i liked her but slowly with time and 215 episodes i noticed that she can stretch something for weeks even months n i just simply don't like that.but ur Nandini is different and different is good in fact its great. Ur Nandini is better she is strong bad things have happened with her just like every other person on this planet but she stays strong n ignores all the F'ing khoon choosers in her life.n i like the way she sees life which i guess is the way u c life.n Manik huh ?well u know he is Manik a man full of flaws but that does not stop us frm loving him dus it?n i just love his dad i know he was mean but bottom line is sarcasm and rudeness makes u cool.coming to ch 23 was sooo good kfc style. That bridge part where Manik was actually not gna jump,the moment Manik said what side of the bridge am i on i just cud not stop laughing n then the what other girl simply ROFL. Manik was right Nandini shud b a writer cuz she is good with words but do you know who gave her d words of course you do cuz its u what I wud have really loved is the smell of the new book.u shud write n chetan bhagat shud b banned.n last pls don't kill me for saying that its not MaNan that makes ur story special its THE STORY i wud've loved it even if their names wud've been Farty and Buzz Buzz.u know "HOW TO FALL IN LOVE" wud make a really good movie.okay now hasta la vista.
PS I know ur busy but I'd really like it if u reply whenever you are free.

Originally posted by: RomComFan

Wooow What an update... finally a confession , well two of them... and so dramatic and beautiful... I love his explanation of everything, really clarifies to her .. love that they both explained how much they changed... and the 'woman I love'... beautiful... I love how this came about form Navya to the end and I am so excited for the next update, you really know how to leave us all wanting...

Originally posted by: lily18

Hi I am a silent reader of your story.. Bt i hav to say ur an amazing writer..👏

The whole story was beautiful..

keep writing.. nd it was a realy great update..

post next part soon..

i jut hope it is not the end of the story..

i love you all, everyone who commented and like. thank you so much. this journey we had has come to an end but thank you for being there with me. everyone who had been there from day one and everyone who joined in later, I love i love you all. this journey would have been empty without your love, it's not just my writing but your enthusiasm that brought the character and emotions to life. i hope you like the last chapter. thank you again it was the best journey of my life and MANAN ROCK!

LAST CHAPTER

HOW TO LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER?

"Nandani, stop it!" I said, while she was changing the living room decoration for the hundredth time. Her excitement level was on an all-time high and I couldn't blame her; her Aunt had been discharged from the Hospital after two months of recovery. But there was one more reason for her excitement- it was her last day in Mumbai; we both are going to leave for Delhi tomorrow; I am officially going to start my role as C.E.O. and also record my very first album, and all the while Nandani will work on her book. She turns around and looks at me in anger.

"You are not helping Mr Malhotra, I need this room to be perfect. Get up and change the curtains."

"Again. Please let's just leave them like this, what if when everyone comes home we only have half decoration up and lots of mess in the area," I suggested but she pretended to not have heard me. I had changed the curtains three times already, first batch of curtains I put up was rejected because the purple colour was not quite right for the occasion, the second batch of curtains were too thin and they let in too much light and the third once that I am taking down right now, well who the hell knows why they are wrong.

"Nandani, I am doing this for the last time, really, I mean it," I said as she gave me a bright smile that melted my heart.

"This is perfect!" she said clapping her hands in excitement when I had finally changed the curtains for the fourth time.

As far as I was concerned the room had looked perfect in all the previous setting but I had to agree this one was the most beautiful. chintz covered, lace doilies, patchwork quilts, embroidered chair covers, low rosewood coffee table, glass fronted bookcase, trophy display cabinet, solid oak desk, walnut bureau with three drawers to the right hand side, carved dining chairs, rustic kitchen table, swivel chair, button back couch, embroidered cushions, immaculate white canvas chairs, it all fitted perfectly together after three and a half hours of tireless work.

"Thank God! I could have actually died if we had to shift everything again." I said and sat down on one of the enormous cream coloured sofas. The day had gone by in a rush. I had done most of the shopping and Nandani had done most of the cooking, actually all of the cooking.

Her hairs were tied up in a bun and her clothes were stained with spices and flour. She wasn't wearing any make up and she smelled of curry leaves. And without a doubt I could say even in that moment she was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Yes, in this moment and in every moment I looked at her; she was beautiful. Life is a series of moments and moments are always changing, just like thoughts, negative and positive. And though it may be human nature to dwell, like many natural thing it's senseless, senseless to let a single thought inhabit a mind because thoughts are like guests. As soon as they arrive they can leave, and even the once that take a long time to emerge fully can disappear in an instant. Moments are precious; sometimes they linger and other times they are fleeting, and et so much could be done in them; you could change a mind, you could save a life and you could even fall in love.

"Manik, don't waste time sitting there, go get ready, they will be here any moment," Nandani repeated what I had been trying to tell her for the past hour and unable to do anything else I smiled. I looked at her and remembered the first time I had seen her on the bridge, struggling to keep me alive when she didn't even know my name. In that one moment she had shown me more care than I had gotten in my entire life and without even knowing it completely, I was in love with her, then and there.

I got up and went to the bathroom to change into the clothes she had selected for me. But instead of doing as I was told I stood there in front of the mirror and looked at myself. The person I was now and I thought of how I had gotten here.

In my whole life I haven't been sure of anything. Everything had been picked out for me, done for me and I just had to comply with the rules. So I revolted, because that seemed the only way to happiness, but even when I was fighting with my Dad for things that I wanted, I wasn't sure I wanted them at all. I wasn't sure if I loved Alia, I wasn't sure if I wanted to run the company and I wasn't sure if I wanted to be sure.

Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself to become a new person. Even though I didn't jump that night I had actually died on that bridge. I wasn't trying to jump because I was confused, I was trying to jump because for the very first time in my life I was sure, sure that I didn't love Alia, sure that I wanted to run the company and sure that the life I had been living so far was just not good enough. This clarity in my thoughts drove me crazy. I had been the champion of living in a disguise and when that disguise was taken away from me, when I actually stumbled upon the truth, I asked Nandani to steer me away for that clarity. I asked her to put the mask back on. I just wanted to pretend that nothing had changed and that I still wasn't sure, I could still live my unsure life.

I took off my clothes started putting on the white shirt and faded jeans, gelled my hairs and came out of the bathroom before Nandani could shout on me. When I came out I saw Nandani standing at the door, her eyes fluttering in anticipation. She looked like an angle in a white chiffon saree and a big black bindi. I kept staring at her, thinking of every moment we had spent together in the last two months.

We had built a cocoon around us; no she had built a cocoon around us. She had been protecting me from everything, other than my psychiatrist of course. We had been to our first official date and we had made a mess of OUR apartment again. Once we didn't leave the apartment for four days straight. The last couple of months were everything I had ever dreamed of, everything I had ever wanted. The truth is I never wanted to die but I wasn't sure anybody cared enough to stop me.

Nandani turned towards me and inspected my looks. I raised both of my arms and turned around modelling for her and she let out a laugh. I could do anything to keep her laughing like that, anything. After all she was the one who brought me back to life, she didn't save my life; she gave me a new one, a better one. A Manik who wanted to live, who wanted to be sure and who wanted to plan, plan a life with her.

If you ask me when I fell in love with her, I will not be able to answer, was it when she defended me in front of my father? When she baked a cake for Alia? When she jumped into the chilly lake for me? When we danced in the middle of the street at 1 a.m.? When she knew what I had to hear at my father's funeral? I have no idea, maybe because I was falling in love with her every moment along the way, little by little. When I think about it, I still keep falling in love with her; and maybe I will always keep doing that. Every moment that I spend with her teaches me something new and amazing about her and it also brings me a little closer to knowing my own self. When I am with her, I don't have to rise up to any expectations because she is the only one in my life who loves me just as I am, no complaints and no demands. I have fallen in love with every aspect of her. I love the way she smiles, the way her hairs curl early in the morning, the unintentional goofiness of her walk and everything in between. I didn't mean for it to happen but it did, it happened in a way I never expected it to happen. Every day went as normal until suddenly that day in the Hotel room I found myself wanting her, dreaming of being with her, loving her. I rushed away, I tried to stop myself. I left her and went for a shower, but the thought of being with her never left me. The realisation struck me like a thunder bolt and I found myself kissing her the next moment, and in that moment I had clarity again and I was not afraid of it anymore. And now every day is a bliss just because of her presence.

The girl that is standing in front of me, she is dark and twisted, and she thinks it is a flaw. But I think it is her greatest strength, because in the face of adversity she remains calm, she remains strong and she pushes everyone forward; because she has seen worse, she has been through worse and survived it, and she knows we can survive anything. She pushes people away and she is hard to understand, but once you get inside her protective cover, she is worth all the efforts and hard work. She is worth the struggle.

The car pulls up in front of the door and the back door opens. As soon as Nandani sees her aunt she runs towards her and hugs her. I follow her and help her aunt get inside the house while Rishab parks the car and Uncle carries her luggage. I see Ria following behind me with her mother, holding on to the end of my shirt with her tiny hands. As soon as I help Chachi ji on to the sofa I grab Ria and hold her up.

"Hey little monster, how are you?" I ask her and she giggles.

"Poo-Poo is fine." She said and I gave her a big hug.

"Don't get her addicted to you, you two are leaving tomorrow anyway," Rishab said as he entered in the house.

"Poo- Poo will come too," Ria said in a sad voice.

"Aww, sorry you can't because Ria has her friends and her mommy-daddy here, but I promise we will come to see you whenever we get the chance," I said and put her down on the dining table.

"Pinky-Promise," she asked protruding her tiniest finger towards me. I grabbed her finger with my little finger.

"Pinky promise!" I said and she smiled.

I sit on the sofa next to Chachi ji and watch Nandani dance with her uncle, and as I am watching her move in rhythm with the music I realise something, something that only Nandani and the way she lives her life can make you realise- life is painful and messed up. It gets complicated at the worst of times, and sometimes you have no idea where to go or what to do. Lots of times people just let themselves get lost, dropping into a wide open, huge abyss. But that's why we have to keep trying. We have to push through all that hurts us, work past all our memories that are haunting us. Sometimes the things that hurt us are the things that make us strongest. A life without experience, in my opinion, is no life at all, even when it hurts, never stop yourself from living.

"You know when I look at you two I see two best friends who are in love, who know each other and who understand each other. It is the rarest thing to find so just never let it go, don't let her push you away, because you know she does that when she is sad." Chachi ji said and I shifted my gaze from Nandani to her.

"I promise, I will never let her get rid of me," I said and asked Ria for a dance. We danced our heart out. Ria jiggled and turned and I tried to copy her, as was everyone else. She would randomly hold up a hand and so would we. Then twist her legs and jump as high as she could, so would we, then she would clap her hands and shift her body weight from one foot to another and laugh. We became children with her and danced like no one was watching for a long time, when suddenly she stopped.

"Poo-Poo wants food!" she said and everyone stopped too. We looked at each other and laughed.

"Don't worry I will get you food," Nandani said and brought her a plate filled with everything she had prepared. Ria started playing with the food, some of it landed in her mouth and the rest of it, well everywhere. She took some ketchup and painted her fingers with it. I rushed to the other side of the room to avoid the art lesson.

Nandani kept trying to stop her from ruining her greatest masterpiece. I looked out of the window in and saw the lovely flowers outside in the garden. I thought about our love, and I thought about what her aunt said. We were best friends because we had seen the worst of each other. Anyone can love you when you are happy, what is hard is loving someone when they are crying on the bathroom floor at 2 a.m. because their world came crashing down.

"hmmm..." Nandani cleared her throat. I turned to look at her and realised I had been looking outside for too long, I see Ria on the sofa sleeping like a baby and Rishab trying to clean his mess.

"Manik Malhotra, I want to say something to you, in front of my family and everyone I love. You may never steal, lie or cheat. But if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows, and if you must lie, lie with me all nights of my life, and if you must cheat, cheat death for me because I can't live a day without you." She said and looked at me straight into my eyes.

"Nandani Murti, I read somewhere that we don't find love, love finds us. So thank you for finding me. We accept the love we think we deserve and in all my unworthy life I would have never thought I could deserve you and that is why it took me so long to be with you, but thank you for making me understand what I do deserve. We're all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness"and call it love"true love. So thank you for being weird just like me. People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. Thank you for being my soul mate. And just thank you for being you." I said as a single tear drop left my eyes and made its way down carving my face.

Chachi ji looked at us and smiled. She got up and came to me, kissed my forehead and then turned to Nandani.

"He's not perfect. You aren't either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn't going to quote poetry, he's not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don't hurt him, don't change him, and don't expect for more than he can give. Don't analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he's not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don't exist, but there's always one guy that is perfect for you." She said and even I blushed a bit.

"To the both of you, may you have the most amazing life ahead," Uncle said raising a glass of wine and we all did the same.

"Cheers," we all said in union.

I have never been sure of anything in my life, and I have always been scared of being sure but right now I am sure of two things, first I love Nandani Murthi and I can't live without her and second I have to go and find the best ring in Delhi tomorrow and ask her to be with me forever.

And I am not even scared of this surety. Because I love this girl the girl who has a little ketchup on her nose right now.