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I was sitting in the music library reading a book on the history of different classical music when a ball of paper landed just by my hand. I couldn't have not seen it, but I decided to ignore it.
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"Nandini!" Manik stage whispered.
I ignored him. I heard the chair beside me being pushed back.
"Hey, are you ignoring me?" Of course I was.
"No", I lied.
"Can I kiss you?"
He wanted to kiss me? Please kiss me. "No", I said.
When he realized I had no intention of responding other than the curtly mutter denial, he picked up my bag and roughly held my elbow. "Come on."
I twisted my arm away from his hand. "Oh yes, god forbid anyone else see us touching, Nandini!" he sneered.
We had been fighting since almost two days, first because of the talent-hunt thingie, and now, the fact that he wanted me to go public with our relationship. Especially after that fashion disaster incident happened. It was humiliating for me. I had always felt comfortable in my skin, and what I wore had never been decided by what other people thought about me. It still didn't. But it had been embarrassing to face so many people, that too on stage and hear what their opinions were about my dressing. And like the amazing savior my guy is, he had to come and protect me from those filthy words. I wanted to cry in peace for sometime, but he just wasn't letting me. It would be okay tomorrow, when all this crushing embarrassment faded away.
We made our way to the stairs of the college outside courtyard. Almost all the students had left the college, it was almost 7.30. But since The Manik Malhotra decided to stay in the college in the wee hours of the evening, no one was gonna throw him out. And the fact that I was Manik's girlfriend, prevented anyone from even looking at me with contempt. Not after how he stood up for me some hours ago.
Manik took a seat one the stairs and patted the space beside him.
I did as I was told.
"What the hell is going on?"
I shrugged my shoulders. I felt small and stupid and I didn't want him to be angry with me. I wanted him to pull me onto his lap and bury his head in my neck. "You look sick, baby. Are you sick?" His
voice softened and tears welled in my eyes at the sound of his endearment as I shook my head.
"You're staying with me tonight", his voice was more of a demand then a question. "I already called Navya to tell Chachi that you're staying at her place if she calls." I called Chachi and informed her of the same, I knew there was no point in arguing when he had that determined look in his eyes.
Nyonika ma'am was out of town today, so we didn't have to worry about that at the moment. We went to his place and I silently padded behind him to his room when we reached his house.
Now, that I had so much time to think for myself on the way home, I registered the fact that I had nothing to wear for the night-stay. I sighed, too late to think about that now, Ms. Murthy. He made me sit on the bed and went to change into his night clothes inside the bathroom. He came out bare-chested and wet ten minutes later, wearing his usual pajamas. I could feel his constant staring on my face, but I didn't look up at him. I knew I was being stubborn and silly, but he just. Didn't. Get. It.
I heard him rummage into his cupboard, searching for some t-shirt to wear for himself probably. But I realized he had been searching a t-shirt for me to wear so that I could sleep comfortably, when, seconds later, he put the piece of cloth in my lap to wear. It was a full-sleeved, plain black t-shirt. I opened my mouth to argue with him, but then decided against it. I didn't have the strength for another fight after today. I sighed and went to his bathroom, and noticed a sticky note on the mirror. "You'll have to talk to me, sooner or later, you know. So stop being ziddi. :') "
His tee ended somewhere mid-thigh when I wore it. I came out and saw him lying on the bed scrolling on his phone randomly. He heard me come out and looked at me.
His eyes wandered up and down and across and then down.
"You are so beautiful."
I tried to pull down the tee to cover up my legs a bit, which was sort of next to impossible. I felt self-conscious under his glare.
"Don't hide from me." I saw a loving, possessive look enter into his eyes when he looked at me. It was almost like he was stripping me bare with his gaze. I felt my blood-red painted toes curl into the carpet.
"I like you in my clothes", he stated. God, that's such a caveman-ish thing to say. But then again, he'd always been that way when it concerned me.
"Thank you", I said and looked down, trying to conceal my tears.
"Are you okay?"
Tentatively, he made me lie down on the bed. He turns off all the lights except one and pulls the duvet covers over both of us. I lay back down on my side, facing my back to him, closed my eyes and put my hands over my face, embarrassed and hoping he'd leave me and go. I felt the bed sink behind me. Oh god, he was still here. On the bed. Next to me. I could feel him behind me. His head sank on my pillow and I felt his breath on my neck. Oh god. I couldn't handle the tidal wave of emotions that crashed over me. My body shuddered with sobs. Why was I crying? He must think I'm a cry-baby.
His arm wraps tightly around my body when he finds my hands. He pulls me against his chest and laces his fingers into mine, then buries his head in my neck. I'm very conscious about the fact that I'm not wearing anything but a tee and underwear. He holds me as tight as he can and every now and then, he plants his lips into my hair and kisses me. He parts his lips and softly kisses my shoulder. The feel of his tongue against my skin immediately sends a surge of heat through me and I can feel the flush rise from my stomach, straight up to my cheeks.
He turns me around to face him and I have no choice but to look into his eyes.
To be continued...
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