Let me tell you all a story... (TRIBUTE)

Let me tell you all a story...

This is the story of a boy and a girl...

This is the story of his Mumbai and her Mangalore...

This is the story of his boundless love for his buddy and her motherly love for her brother...

This is the story of his jeep and her bus...

This is the story of her admission at his SPACE...

This is the story of his trouble-filled acts and her bravery...

This is the story of his "Always having it covered" and her courageous saving acts...

This is the story of his domination and her stubbornness...

This is the story of his warnings and her assertiveness...

This is the story of his egging aim and her clear-view head...

This is the story of his physical tortures and her vulnerable tears...

This is the story of her delivering hand-made beauty products and his unexpected entry of sniffing her out from a mile away...

This is the story of his obsession with her Appa's pen and her escalating disgust upon his behaviour...

This is the story of her punch and his wound...

This is the story of her shrieking rage and his furious eyes...

This is the story of when he chose her as a new fascination on Friendship's day and she rejected his car's ride to the old age home...

This is the story of when they paired up unemotionally yet sung for the first time with heartfelt emotions...

This is the story when he synced his guitar's tunes to her "mithi boliyaan"...

This is the story when they cursed each other's fate for bringing them face to face...yet the experienced, the elderly; blessed them that their fate keeps them bound together for eternity...

This is the story of how he promised to drive her back tocollege but instead took her to a Friendship day party...

This is the story of her attempts to escape from a party and his efforts of refraining her to leave from his sight...

This is the story of how she crumbled his 25 Lakh worth artefact and his demand for a cent to cent repayment...

This is the story of his 100-day limited offer and her helplessness to become his spot girl...

This is the story of how she thought of his presence as a nightmare and his plan was to make her life hell...

This is their story of a legally written contract and an endless list of rules...

This is the story of how he became her "sir" and she became his "spot"...

This is the story of her handkerchief and his ice-cream drenched shoes...

This is the story of his chef's bhindi ki sabji' and her chachi's bhindi ka pasta'...

This is the story of his night falling at 6am and her morning rising at 6am...

This is the story of his drive being a car and her ride being a scooter...

This is the story of their first hateful, accidental kiss...

This is the story of his bowlful, saucy dare and her resisting pleas...

This is the story of his obsession to never forget her...

This is the story of how his heart started melting, witnessing her tears...

This is the story of how unnoticeably they once shared a glass of water...

This is the story of freeing her as his spot yet abstaining his mind and heart from letting her go...

This is the story of his restlessness as he observed her with another guy...

This is the story of her accidental fall in the pool and his natural reflex to jump in to save her...

This is the story of his obsession with her smile and his insecurities when her smile is for someone else...

This is the story of their attempt to "work together" for their brothers...

This is the story of his Fab5 and her NH3...

This is the story of her double expulsion letters...

This is the story of her re-admission and his re-obsession...

This is the story of his selfless friendship and her adoration for his friendship...

This is the story of his blazers and her scarf...

This is the story of his hand-holding and her hand-snatching...

This is the story of their escaping runs from each other yet landing up in locked up rooms...

This is the story of her falls and his catches...

This is the story of their background musical tracks of Sham, Ishq Bulaava, Nazar Laaye na, Shayad yahi hai pyaar, Mitwa, Zehnaseeb, Kuch Kum, Jeena Jeena, Jaise Mera Tu, Joganiya, Judaai, Saajna, Ye Dooriyan, Tu Jo Hain...

This is the story of herripped, burnt and wet dresses and his own clothe lending...

This is the story of his fear from darkness and her fear of rats...

This is the story of her ability to spread light and his ability to save her from rats...

This is the story of his waist holds and her shoulder grips...

This is the story of their jungle adventures...

This is the story of him teasing her with his tallness yet still falling for her petite figure...

This is the story of her chasing a guitar and him sprinting to catch her from falling...

This is the story of when amongst pushes...she felt his heartbeat for the first time...

The story of "kis taraf hai aasmaan...kis taraf zameen... khabar nahi"...

This is the story of her struggle with her fireflies to convince them that he's not the one...

This is the story when his first and last hope of trust in his partner for 7 years shattered into emptiness...This is the story how she re-built his trust...

This is the story of their tangled closeness in the most randomest pieces of decoration...

This is the story of his yells and her screams...

This is the story of his sole copyright of torturing her and no one else...

This is the story of her warning to him that "There will be one time, one person joh samjhaye payega ke tum kitne gala tho"...

This is the story of his foot and her trips n falls...

This is the story of their paint war, mud fight, and glue combat...

This is the story of her handkerchief and his hidden wound dressing whilst paint wiping...

This is the story of unplanned meetings, accidental bumpings...

This is the story of when one's fingers entangle in the others unknowingly from either sides of a tree...

This is the story of "I need a break"...

This is the story of sharing worries and secrets during breaks...

This is the story of never giving up...initially on the battles against each other, then for the battles for each other, next for the battles with each other and now just simple as never giving up on each other...

This is the story of him forfeiting his performance for her...

This is the story of travelling to each other's houses with thankyous and sorry's...

This is the story of their shower romances...

This is the story of her journey from calling him "Monster Manik" to "Manik"...her Manik...

This is the story of hushing each other with fingers on lips...

This is the story of hiding in bathrooms, under beds, under tables, in classrooms, in storerooms, behind trees, in cupboards...

This is the story of his obsession with drying her hair...

This is the story of him wearing mini shorts and she wearing his over-sized shirts...

This is the story of her pink note that became his pink note too...

This is the story of the definitions of love...there are many but this is the story of their definition of love "love is trust"...

This is the story of their secret meeting place; the staircase behind the music wing...

This is the story of the whether to meet at her 7am or his 7pm...

This is the story of drowning in each other's eyes...

This is the story of his obsession with her earrings because they twinkle like his stars...

This is the story of his growing smile with her radiating presence...

This is the story of not being able to stand each other, then getting to know each other and finally knowing each other better than themselves...

This is the story of "I have you now"...

This is the story of her truths...her truths that enabled him to start trusting again...

This is the story of their first hug which wasn't meant to be yet was perfectly meant to be...

This is the story of that first hug where he thought his mind would explode...

This is the story when during the day or amongst the stars, the first person he knocks to is her...

This is the story of his car and her window and curtains...

This is the story when the next morning he was waiting for her at "7am in college"...

This is the story of their first dance together on "shayad yahi hai pyaar"...

This is the story of their spiked drinks...

This is the story of when he fell in love with her laughter...

This is the story of their hand connections through a sheet of glass...

This is the story of her unbearable hotness and his attempts to keep her clothed...

This is the story of his smiles upon her "AC...thanda thanda...cool cool"...

This is the story of their hide n seek game in the library...

This is the story of his lime's drops and her lips...

This is the story of her fireflies and his stars...

This is the story of her "I will always shine for you"...

This is the story of her prayers for him...

This is the story of his question "Nandini...agar tumhe kuch yaad nahi hai toh tum kaise bol sakti ho ke humar beech kuch bhi nahi hua" and her answer "because...I..I trust you"...

This is the story of him allowing her to hurt him every time he hurt her...

This is the story of his Diwali party and her Diwali gift...

This is the story of the intertwining of their fingers...

This is the story of their kisses and misses...

This is the story of their chunni tug-of-war...

This is the story of her ability to shine brighter than the stars...

This is the story of his once-in-a-blue moon laughs...

This is the story of their behind-the door romances...

This is the story of her being his lucky charm...

This is the story of his raging anger and her words of calm...

This is the story of her "anit-Manik Malhotra fan club"...

This is the story of their dressing-room romances...

This is the story of their colour white...

This is the story of the incomplete kiss, the incomplete confession, the incomplete "hamesha"...

Then the story of how, when and where love began...the story of true love. Where everything wasn't perfect...where happiness wasn't the only emotion felt. Then began the story of his sacrifice and her loss of faith in fireflies...the story of her shrieking sobs and his silent tears...the story of his lies of hatred and her faith of trusting his lying words even...the story of pushing her away yet pulling himself with her...the story of eventual revelations yet fears of reunion...the story of apologies and declinations...the story of wounds; both emotional and physical...the story of accepting old feelings yet reluctance of naming the new emotions...the story of hospital romances and terrace romances...the story of exits of old villains and entry of new antagonists...the story of closeness amongst jealousies and insecurities...the story of promises and confessions...the story of leaping hugs and forehead kisses...the story of more villains and more troubles...the story of finding friendship in love and discovering love for friendship...the story of her lyrics and his music...the story of first dates and leaps of faith...the story of how he fell in love with her fireflies and how she started adoring his stars...the story of obsessions becoming wants and wants becoming needs...the story of fighting individual battles but fighting for each other...the story of mutual need of protection and common fears of separation...the story of "I love him" and "I love Nandini"...the story of house-arrests and manipulative plotting by haters...the story of can he kill or can he not...the story of I don't love you, "I hate you"...

The story of the 195th & 196th episode finally begun a new journey yesterday...

"It's like stars have come down..." "-To shine for us"... The gods, the angels, the stars, the fireflies, the moon, the rain... Her surprise promised the start of a new chapter yet his surprise vowed to conclude the last. Darkness once his biggest fear, she ripped its roots and set it ablaze with her candle-lit lamps... But as the clouds roared in delight and showered their rainy blessings disappointment seeped in her eyes. She ran and skipped and leaped from one burning star to the other and just when she sighed and whined in defeat, he shone like a star for her. He saved one flame...their flame. It signified their nearing reunion, that there is no need for two flames now, as they are no longer apart either. No longer does he fear the darkness; no longer is he afraid of the night... Because even if that sole candle was poured out, his life...his world would still be lit up. Because she would always shine for him. Yet he saved that candle...why? Because "I didn't want to spoil your surprise"...Why? Because her happiness is priceless...Why? Because this surprise would have ensured her that this night was real...Why? Because her wish will always remain his command... That burning flame...it was the flare of their hope, their love, their needs, their unbreakable bond. She is that flame... Selflessly shining and spreading light in the enclosures of that jar..and he, he's that jar, transparent not masked or concealed anymore, the jar that will be filled with darkness if she ever stops burning so that jar promises to always hold and protect her from the rain, the wind, the thunderstorm that comes their way...the jar that promises to safeguard her ability to shine and spread light endlessly. This is the chapter of his shining flame and her protective jar...

Her smile was fearless, confident, self-assured never will he let her stumble...but today was that night when "you can have it all"...the night when final apologies may be whispered and lifelong promises can be re-assured. He lifts her up in the air...he lets her experience the strength of his grip...stern, tight, a firmness filled with the promise of never letting her go. The lift...his apology for all the times he became the reason for her falls and trips...the lift...a promise that she will always be his first priority no matter how long the list of priorities is...the lift...the apology for every time he termed her as a "commoner" in his life when in real, her life's preciousness can never be weighed with the people living on earth...the apology that she's no ordinary girl, no common being...she's his angelic blessing. No need for him to seek shelter today...when her soul vows to be his umbrella during every season's rain for this eternity. She craved no warmth...because their heart's desires, to become one are warm enough to relieve them from the coldness of every coming night. This is the chapter of warm breaths, sheltering closeness, and never-loosening holds...

We often lose our trail of thoughts when it comes to remembering and forgetting...There's no room for the mind in love...so how can we simply remember of what to remember and what to forget. The heart is the driving force of love...it's what you feel that gets saved in your soul's memories...it's what you experience that leaves a permanent mark on the heart...He forgot about the sheltering tent because that was the mind's duty...but the heart can never dare erase the memories of their first meeting, their first touch, the first time that their destiny's crossed paths and merged to become one road for the rest of their forever togetherness. "Tumne hi toh yaad dilaya tha..." His heart is not a heart...it's her. She beats inside him...he breathes her breaths and feels her emotions. This is the chapter of farewelling the mind forever...

From two imperfect lovers, they became one perfect couple...to form one perfect love story. He doesn't remember when she wasn't in him and she is clueless of the time when he wasn't in her. When either one of them is unaware of where one starts and the other finishes, then this can't be the story of two surprises either. One surprise, on one night, planned on one location, to express a mutual love that has intertwined two souls to become one. The memories of his past and her past were cherished as one today. Today, his eyes and his lips came together as one to confess the heart's confession. Today her "hamesha" and his "hamesha" officially began their journey of togetherness as one. She gifted him his stars and he gifted her her fireflies and together they shone for each other as one. When his words travelled to her keen ears and echoed their confession in every running vein of hers, his need to speak and her need to hear was finally fulfilled as one. "Nandini...I love you! I love you... very very much" His eyes and her smile bonded together as one to express and absorb just as much his "very very much" was. His heavy breaths of desperate desire was accompanied by her own breathlessness of longing and when each of their bodies, leaned an inch each to close the remaining centimetres of separation, the half kiss of the past and the half kiss of the present, the silence confession of the past and the whispered confession of the present, their promises of the past and the vows of the present...sealed the deal and tied each other to become one forever. "Hamesha". This is the chapter of "Kaise bataaon tujhe...ke...dil mera kya keh raha...rahe na phaasle joh...yeh...hai apne darmiyan"...

Love...it's all about feeling it. The essence of touch...the magical and sensational caresses. Their touch...it's always been their USP. Their hands allow for their pulsing heart beats to be synced together. Their fingers... guiding them to hear what their hearts have to say to each other. Their touch makes the fireflies glow...their touch allows for their heart to keep beating. Their touch gifts the soul eyes even when their pupils are closed...their touch holds the power to heal every aching nerve. They aren't complete as long as they can't feel each other around. They aren't complete until their fingers don't touch to realise them of their real presence. They're fated...they're destined...they were meant to be. Their palms narrate the story of their true love written by the stars. Their fingers recite the song that their hearts now play in harmony. They say our destiny is written in our palms...that god has engraved the lines of our fate in our hands. He kissed that palm today...he smooched those lines of fate as they became the reason she crossed his path one day. She engraved her own truth on his palms today... "I ❤️ U"...the truth that every vein in her body is gushing...the truth that is scribbled in the tiniest font running along fine grooves of his own fate lines. And as they take turn to appreciate and thank each other's fate lines and gifted destiny... they intertwine their fingers with such ease with unquestionable delight of how their fates have now merged to become one line, one road, one destined journey. This is the chapter of how "fireflies celebrate true love and when there's true love na...they glow...and look they're all glowing"...

This chapter may have come to an end here...but a new chapter awaits to be told...the chapter which will expand on the abbreviations of "I ❤️ U"...the chapter which will be the home of her loud confession that he has the right to know...the chapter which will continue narrating their present...the chapter which will unveil of what lies in their future...

So let me tell you all a story...

The story of a boy and a girl...

The story of his stars and her fireflies...

The story of their past, present is complete...

Note: This isn't just their story...this is my story too...this is your story too...this is the story of every beautiful MaNan fan that has laughed in their laughs, has cried upon seeing their pain and has smiled upon witnessing their romance. This is the story of those million fans around the world who lock themselves up in their rooms, in front of a TV or laptop screen or a tablet or even their phones; eagerly waiting for the clock to strike Indian time 6:30pm and magic to be re-created on their screens. This is the story of our hard-working and dedicated Parth and Niti who come together to form PaNi yet always set the screen on fire. This is the story of how my time froze over the last 2 days and I've seemed to lost count of what MaNan day it is because their imperfect yet perfect love story blew my mind away. This is the story of how my words fall short in expressing my sincere gratitude to praise the phenomenal growth of the two extremely talented actors who's sincerity, respect and dedication towards their work and each other has enabled us to witness something so sensational on Indian Television. This is the story of how my MaNan fell in love with each other and you, I and everyone here fell in love with MaNan...

MINE MINE MINE

Res res res winkh... I am waiting.. happiness beyond imagination... love love love.. manik and nandini.. I can't form coherent sentences anymore...

res

very patiently waiting

*SIGHHH*
THIS SLAYEDDD!!! Legit so beautiful to read, made me smile, made me tear up and then made me smile some more!! You took us back on their journey from the beginning.. Making me fall in love with them all over again. This has to be up there with my favourite posts of yours!!! I don't know how you do it. I will never have enough words to say how I appreciate this post and your words!! Just beautiful ❤️

I don't think I will ever have enough words to describe how beautiful this episode was!! I don't think my words will be enough to justify it!!

BABIESSS
For a girl who has always been overwhelmed by his gestures ran to him once he said I love you. Breathing each other in, in awe of each other in that moment. The kiss was breathtakingly beautiful, I don't want to get into detail but let's just say GAHHH 😳
She wanted to show him that she loves him too because words will never be enough for them. Ever!
That smile never left Nandini's face, not for a single moment. It was always there. She couldn't help but smile and blush throughout!
So he got down on his knee with the egg. How the guilt never left him for all the awful things he ever did to her, he wants her to make it even. She stands there listening to him, admiring her man probably falling in love with him that little more. He closes his eyes, his hands fidgeting, waiting to be hit with the egg but to his surprise when he opens his eyes she's sitting in front of him with so much love shinning through her eyes. How she tells him "we are both imperfect but when we come together, we are perfect" GAH THIS LINE SLAYED
How he indirectly told her that she's the most precious thing in his life! Finally returns the tie bracelet, tenderly taking her hand in his and kisses her palm.
He remembered every wrong doing he did to her, remembered her words telling him when they first met, he'll always find whatever she looses. She gave him lights and stars and he gave her himself, unconditionally!

As they lay there on the couch, with her head on his chest, him playing with her hair, their height difference came into perfect play here! At peace, so relaxed, so utterly in love with one another. Her eyes were shinning with contentment as she stared at her fireflies and she doodles I love you on Manik's palm and then you see the smile appear on his face as he realises what she's done and then entwines her hands with his. He asks her about the fireflies and she finally tells him the real story and while she tells him this their hands are having their own conversation! You know how much I love their hand touches, it's my absolute favorite thing about them. Be it from their first accidental hand touch at the old age home, when he asks her to trust him by taking his hand in the store room or when he asks her for a break before the harshad fiasco or when he senses her restlessness when she fidgets with her hands. Or today when he caressed her fingers as she told him the story behind the fireflies or when he tells her that she hasn't said those 3 words yet and her hand finds his! I honestly can't express how much I adore this scene, so much that I'm adding a cap for the first time because my words cannot do this scene justice!



^^That solace, sense of togetherness, HOME ❤️

Oh and Nandini stop being Milkha Singh and running away from Manik!! There's no need now ok!!!

Love
Preesha aka Your Soheesha 🤗

Res

Queen of Cabir <3

For those who've been waiting so eagerly...the post has been published! I apologise in advance as I may not have done my best today because I have literally been speechless for the last 2 days...But I had promised everyone a complete post when the confession would be completed and so here it is...

but when they have shared a glass of water plz tell...??

wow just so beautifully written