He started wearing his t-shirt to avoid getting teased by his oh-so-annoying best friend. Nandini pushed him off of her and went to get the door. Bingo! CABIR.
"Bonjour, lovebirds", he said, winking. Manik sighed and Nandini blushed a deep shade of red. "What is it, Cabir? It's effin' 9.30...what was so important that couldn't wait till morning?" Manik asked.
"MANIK!" Nandini said.
"It's okay, doll. Even I'm not interested in spoiling your romance but..." , Cabir chuckled and rolled his eyes, handing Manik his phone.
"Oh yeah, thanks dude. I forgot", Manik said sincerely. "Now, you may leave."
"MANIK!!"
Cabir laughed aloud. "Yeah, yeah. Bye, have... fun", he winked again and left.
Manik closed the door and strode purposefully towards Nandini. "Mani, you can't just boycott people out like that", she said frowning. "Oh come on, this is the only time when I have you all to myself", he tried to focus on pacifying her rather than paying attention to how she looked standing by the window in the dim light though he'd love to focus on the latter. She folded her arms and looked out the window biting her lip.
She took a sharp intake of breath when she felt a familiar, warm pair of arms wrap around her stomach. Heat slithered down in her abdomen as Manik started giving little bites on her fragrant neck. "I'm mad at you, Manik", she said moaning. "We both know that's not true, you love me and you can't stay angry with me for long", he replied smugly. He turned her towards him and crushed her against his chest tightly. He took in her dilated pupils and trembling lips, she put her arms around his shoulders and tilted her face up to his, demanding for a kiss.
He kissed her, soft as a whisper, biting her upper lip. She moaned and tried to deepen the kiss but Manik moved away, smirking. Tease. She glared daggers at him and tried to walk away only to have him take her face in his hands and kiss her fiercely. Manik's kisses were gifts. For he kissed with everything he had in himself. His hands went under her top and he stroked the underside of her breasts. She moaned once more and clutched at his hair, asking for more. He took off her top in one smooth move and tossed it towards the floor. He moved away to take a long look at her.
She's wearing a red, lace camisole and I need to feel her skin against mine - NOW. One of her hands starts moving down my stomach to take off my t-shirt. My girl is so innocent, so perfect. Mine. She looks up at me, a thousand emotions shining in her eyes. But the one that's the most prominent is her love. Her love for me.
"Are you afraid?'' he asked her, cause he knows she's never been this intimate ever.
"No", she whispers. "Never."
And I know she's trying to tell me that with me, she can never be afraid or scared. That with me, is the safest place she could ever be. Because we belong to each other. Forever.
I lift her up and take her to the bed. And when I feel her soft, petite form against my hard packed one, I know that I would do anything to protect this girl. She's my life. The center of my universe. My star. My Nandini.
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