Manan OS: Heat

Originally posted by: RamyaMenon13

This is the first OS I have written on anything. So apologies for the mistakes, and hopefully you guys don't hate it .

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"Bhaiyya, please, not this colour. We had asked you to get pale purple tents na. This won't go with the theme. And what flowers are these? We wanted lillies not carnations!"

"Okay Nandini Madam, hum karte hain na. Aap pareshan mat hona. Everything, I will manage Madam."

"Ok, ok Bhaiyyaji, but please get this sorted now. If Alya Madam sees this she will be upset, Teekhhai?"

After several assurances from the man that things would all go smoothly, Nandini walked towards the entrance of the house, desperately fanning herself.

Did Druv and Alya have to get married on the hottest day of the year? Oh god, this heat, it's making me mad. Oh wait, that may not be the heat's fault. Where is that Manik Malhotra when you need him for something. I had asked him to get these expensive vases out of the way, But nyooo, Mr Malhotra is somewhere in the AC.

Grumbling to herself she got into the foyer of the house, lifted her heavy tresses and waited as the cool air from the fan teased her sweaty back. Hearing something move outside, she peeked from the glass windows to the other corner of the house.

A hot blush covered her face a the sigh. Manik Malhotra was standing outside lifting he flower pots and carrying them into the garage. A shirtless Manik Malhotra. In tight jeans.

Oh boy. Stop bending like that. It should be criminal to look like that. Oh my god. So hot! Wait what!! No no not hot. Stop behaving like a crazed teenager Nandini.

Craning her neck to see more of the delicious body she almost sighed. Just then Manik turned in her direction. Nandini too turned quickly, not wanting him to realise she had been ogling at him. A loud chuckle from outside made her understand that she was certainly not successful.

"What Nandini? Do you WANT something?"

"No... I'm going inside."

She huffed off before he could rile her up even more. As she stood in the living room that had been decorated beautifully with lavenders and white roses, she saw a frustrated Cabir walk down the curving stairs with a chattering 7 year old girl next to him.

"Cabir Mamu, Cabir mamu, please na, let me help. please, please please."

"Aashi, tumne dekho kya kiya hain mere haathon mein. "

Cabir lifted his hands with purple ribbons hanging off from the shirt sleeves.

"Haan, mamu! You have to look pretty na, like Alya Chachi said. That's why I was tring to make you look pretty."

"Acha! So you were making me pretty, by attaching all these ribbons with fevi kwik. Badmaash, teri to main.."

Nandini watched as Cabir tickled the madly giggling girl. He picked her up and twirled her around.

"Put me down, Put me down, Cabir Mamu, put me dooowwwnnn!"

With a final flourish he put Aashi down. She immediately clutched his hand tightly and said.

"Come Mamu, we have a lot of work to finish. mamma said we have to make all the gifts also pretty."

"Oh no! Beta, you please don't make anything pretty now. We will go play in the pool okay."

"OOOH, yes. I love you Mamu!"

"Of course, Nautanki. Madhubala ki beti abhi se drama queen."

"What is a madhubala?"

"Nothing Aashi baby, chalo lets go."

Cabir waved at Nandini and went out to the pool in the garden.

Just then Navya who was busy running between rooms, yelled out to Nandini.

"Wahan kyun khadi ho? The caterer is waiting outside."

"Oh, I'll go check on him. Navya, have Mukti and Abhi reached?"

"Yeah, some time back. Abhi has asked Mukti to strictly take rest and not waddle about with that huge tummy."

"Haha, and I'm sure Mukti hasn't listened."

"No of course not, she and Harshad have been annoying Alya."

As if on cue, Alya's shrill voiced reached them.

"Navya, you get this husband of yours away from me."

"Arey, aise kaise. Bhai hai tumhara."

"Acha, tell Mukti I'll come and see her in a minute, I'm just going to the caterers."

"Ok Nandini. And please tell them haan, no oily khaana."

Smiling at Alya's requests to Navya, Nandini ventured outside the house. After nearly half an hour taking the details through with the caterer she was getting back into the house. Fanning her face desperately in an effort to beat the heat, she was strolling along the lawns into the house. She came to a sudden stop when she Manik stretching outside the veranda. His rippling back muscles held her attention and she did not notice when she tripped on one of the sprinkles, and fell face first onto the ground.

Hearing her soft yelp. Manik rushed to her.

"Nandini, what happened?"

Think Nandini, think. Stop staring at him like you want to eat him.

"Woh main..."

Seeing her flustered look and desperate attempts to not look at his body, Mr Malhotra cottoned on to her problems. With a smirk he began taunting.

"What happened Nandu, where was your attention? What was mesmerising you so much that you couldn't even look where you were walking? Huh?"

Nandini's mind was woozy anyway and his intense gaze on her wasn't helping things.

"Nothing. It's just so hot. That's what's making me mad."

"Acha! Hotness is the problem is it?"

In an abrupt move he held her slim waist and pulled her close. Tilting her face gently upwards he caught her lips in a slow, tender kiss. With a hum of appreciation as she relaxed in his arms, he sucked slowly on her lower lips, making Nandini's breath hitch. Slowly letting go of her plump lips, he whispered in her ears,

"How is that for heat, Mrs Malhotra!"

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