So this happened because everyone was discussing Nandu and her career on the AT-- you know which AT.
And in the morning I was thinking about Scientist! Nandu away from home and Manik being a stay-at-home-Dad to their cute kiddies meanwhile! I want to read it so I just wrote it myself!😆
I AM SORRY FOR THIS. I AM JUST INDULGING MYSELF.
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Part-1
An intelligent and beautiful wife is what every Man wants until the said intelligent wife becomes the boss of you, orders you around, is always a step ahead of you in everything, is too cunning when it comes to manipulating your children and friends in her own favor, knows more about your bank balance and is generally more awesome than you.
But an intelligent and beautiful wife is what an intelligent and handsome Man deserves. Unfortunately, for Manik Malhotra and very fortunately for the rest of the female population who are fine with admiring from far away -He is extremely intelligent, most of the time ... and he is massively handsome, if he humbly says so himself.
So, go figure ...
Yeah, that intelligent, extremely intelligent and beautiful wife that he deserves? That is definitely what he got. Sadly, at present he is wondering why he is happily married with two deceptively cute children, a big immaculate house, the most perfect job and the most tight knitted family of friends; when his wife is away for who knows how long on some trip to attend the Great International Meet For The Professional Nerds (Manik, It's International Science Meet).
He wonders, seriously he does with his 3 years old running on the dining table from one end to the other, screaming like a banshee and dropping his orange juice everywhere; that is, after he dropped it on Manik's notes which he was using to work on his new song for the band. The whole table is a mess and slippery and his son is going to fall down and crack his head open and Manik is losing it big time now. His 6 years old is sitting on the couch with her hands on her cheeks and her mouth open in a big O, her eyes wide and round, staring at her Godfather in rapt attention. Yes, her Godfather, who very tragically is also his best friend and extremely unhelpful and sadistic as usual. Only God knows what new ideas he must be giving his mostly innocent princess or perhaps he is telling her something embarrassing about him, again.
Manik sighs and asks for some strength and patience from his wife's Ayappa.
"Ananth, come here. Now!" he growls at his son who just freezes on his way to the other end of the table and turns around to stare at him. He is taking in big gulps of air and stares as his Father suspiciously. Damn it, 3 years DO NOT look at you like that. He has his Mother's eyes and he stares at Manik as if he is wondering if he should continue with his tantrum or if he should listen to his Father.
"No. Yo'ill Punish me" he says as clearly as a toddler with a squeaky voice can, he sounds like a meowing cat. He is adorable.
Manik just stares at him and moves a little forward ...
"And why do you think I will punish you,Son?''
"You angry, frowny,'' he points between his eyebrows and then looks away "and I dropped my juice on your homework.''
"Well, aren't you a smart cookie ... Would you get off the table if I say I won't punish you? "
"You won't?''
"What will happen if I do punish you?"
His son stares at him a little bit more, his eyes go wide and he promptly drops the rest of the juice right in front of him with a grin. The juice flows down and is all over the floor and Manik's feet. He can clearly hear the suppressed laughter and high-pitched giggling from the couch area. Manik Malhotra wants to bash his head against the nearest wall and pass out. Or murder someone.
"f**k.." he moans and thinks about his Nandini, sitting in some conference hall with her glasses on, talking scientific gibberish with other not-at-all hot male scientists who probably want to be somewhere else with his woman. He can already feel another growl or a pitiful whine building inside him.
"f**k..." his 3 year old repeats very carefully, with so much precision and an inquiring tone that it reminds him of his wife, again.
He head snaps up, staring at his son in utter horror, sputtering for some words, something; some explanation which would be boring enough to be forgotten in the 30 minutes.
The suppressed laughter from the couch has promptly turned into merry howling. Manik slowly turns his head to stare at his friend with a murderous expression ... At least he hopes it is a murderous expression. He must look hopeful and helpless though, because Cabir laughs harder and promptly falls down the couch.
"Oh Man, Nandini is going to Maim you,Bro ... Seriously, there will be slaughter."
"Cabir.." he just growls and starts tugging at his hair. His daughter is just grinning at his friend while he rolls around on the floor, still laughing like a maniac. His son is making paintings on the dining table with his feet.
"She won't know ... He is going to forget it, AND YOU are not going to tell her .."
"You know we NEVER keep things from each other.."
"Well, you will not tell her or so help me Nandini's Ayappa, I am going to ..."
Cabir just rolls his eyes and grins a little wider, Ok, I won't tell her anything because I won't have to ... I sent her the video already.' He stares at his phone and then has the audacity to smirk at Manik. When he just stares at Cabir, he just starts laughing all over again.
"I would have come after you if it weren't for this, THIS mess... I would Maim you before my wife does anything to me .." He stares around himself and just glares at Cabir again.
"Hah! Keep the BS to yourself. You know you need my help right now or you would be in a bigger mess."
Manik just stands there while Cabir picks up Rasalya and comes towards them.He is struggling with the urge to just strangle the other man but his children do not need of see the violence and they would hate him for killing their favorite uncle. That is the only reason that he is controlling himself, yes sir. He very carefully avoids thinking about his wife and the effin' video in her possession that she will see.. And then she will ...
After some whispering, Rasalya demands to be put down on her feet and runs away. Cabir walks up to him and just grins. He just raises an eyebrow and turns to look at his son and then back at his friend. Cabir looks at Ananath who is now using his hands to make the orange juice painting on the dining table. He goes and stands behind him and then picks him up from the table. His son shrieks and flails but Cabir just keeps holding him and walks away towards the children's room. Just then, Rasalya comes back with a bucket and mop and hands it to him with the sweetest smile ever. It reminds him of himself too much.
"Daddy, say thank you," she demands in her gentle and clear voice, so sweet and playful, the perfect blend of him and his woman. He bends down and drops a kiss on her forehead. "Thank you, Princess."
"Any time, Daddy! Now you clean this up and I will go help Anan and Bir' Uncle," she says and runs away after patting his stomach. His children ... his beautiful children just makes him miss his wife even more.
Ayappa chooses the wrong time to be gracious and his cell starts ringing. Obviously, it is her.
"f**k ..."
Because he is a masochist, he takes the call ...
"Manik Malhotra!!! ..."
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