MANAN SS:DESTINED TO BE.....ON HALT FOR NOW!!! - Page 21

Hey dii...

Hi, finally ur back

awesome...super duper precap...

Awesome precap

Hey I just read ur prologue and introduction of this story it's amazing... Super excited for this

Eagerly waiting when my inbox shows me I got a message from u lol so that I can finally read ur chapter!! So waiting for it!!

Hey everyone

Sorry to make you guys wait longer but I am planning to give weekly updates for this SS.Anyhow I have decided that the plot and script will be more or less similar...I will try and add my own twists and turns wherever possible.

And yes the dialogues will be completely in hindi ...owing to the script of the movie.So reader discretion is advised.

Hope you guys enjoy reading!

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CHAPTER 1

NANDINI'S POV

Nandini ...meaning a daughter who gives joy.Yes ,I am bound to give joy to my parents. My papa gave me this name when I was born.Maa often tells me that Papa always wanted a daughter from her as his first child.Today we are a happy family ...a complete family.Papa , maa ,Ragini and me.Ragini , my younger sister whom we call Chhutki.

We were born and brought up in London but Papa made sure that we learned our values and stuck to our culture.He is a man of rules and principles , a strict father but loves us a lot.

Papa runs a general store in London.It took him 22 long years to establish himself and reach where he is today. The craving for a better living standard made him leave his country...India...which he still misses a lot.

I am a girl who loves to be in her dreamland.I love to read novels...romantic novels to be precise...fairy tales.The tales in which there is a beautiful princess and a prince charming who after overcoming all the difficulties of life, marries her and then they live happily ever after.I have a secret diary in which I write my feelings...And I forgot to mention how desperately I am awaiting my prince charming...Someone who is unknown to me...yet...but will become my Life one day...Yes that one day!!!

I remember I was 8 years old when we visited Punjab last time.Papa's best friend and neighbour, Ajeet uncle had proposed to get me engaged to his son Harshad then and papa had agreed gleefully.I being very small didn't even know the meaning of engagement.For me it was like another celebration but yes in one way it was a special one because maa bought me a new dress and everyone gave me gifts.Harshad and I were the centre of attraction.I also remember Ajeet uncle telling me " Beta,tum hamareHarshad ki amaanat ho apne papa ke ghar" when he came to drop us on the airport.

12 years have passed by.My life has completely changed,my priorities have changed.I had almost forgotten these past events in the fast pace of life .But today a doorbell turned my life upside down.

"Lajjo,chitthi aayi hai Punjab se"Papa was almost jumping with joy with the letter in his hand "Mere yaar Ajeet ki chhithi"

"Kya likha hai ji chitthi me?"Maa asked curiously

"Nandini beta padh ke suna"Papa handed over the letter to me.

I started reading the letter but the last few lines made me stop.

"Ab time aa gya hai ki hum apni dosti ko rishtedaari me badal de.Mujhe umeed hai kit um jald se jald yahan aa kar Nandini aur Harshad...ki...shaa..."

A feeling of disappointment rushed through me.I looked at maa who stood beside me for a fraction of a second and ran inside.

Papa seemed elated with the whole idea.

"Dekha Lajjo kaise sharmaa gayi...ye hai hamara culture.Iska matlab hai main fail nahi hua.Aaj bhi London ke dil me Hindustaan ko zindaa rakha hai maine" I heard him speaking behind my back.His happiness knew no bounds.

"Wo to theek hai ji,par ek baar Nandini se pooch lete!"Maa spoke reluctantly knowing that Papa can get furious anytime but today he was in a jovial mood.

"Par usse to bachpan se pata hai naa ki uski engagement Harshad se hui hai...usse kya poochna?"

"Ji 12 saal ho gye uss baat ko"Maa spoke again

"arrey tu fikr naa kar laajo,teri Nandini bahut khush rahegi ...Ab jaldi se muh meetha karwa"papa aanounced cheerfully.

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"Nandu beta ...tu ye kya kar rahi hai?"She asked as she found me tearing the pages of my diary...the diary of my dreams.

"Main to bhool gayi thi maa ,ki sapne dekhne ka bhi haqq nahi hai mujhe"I replied in a dejected tone.

"Na beta na , sapne dekho,lekin unke poore hone ki shart mat rakho"She said while hugging me "Aur fir kya pata Harshad hi tera sapna ho..."

"Hmmm"I nodded .It could be so.

MANIK'S POV

Young,Wild and Free...This could be the best caption for me...Manik Malhotra.I am a practical person who takes life each day at a time.Kal kya hoga kisne dekha isliye Zindagi ko aaj hi jee bhar ke jee lo.I love my life and I love the people around me.

I have the coolest father in the whole wide world.I lost my mother when I was very small .My dad brought me up solely.I love him more than anyone else .He is my weakness and the only time I loose my temper is when someone speaks ill about him.

My dad is very proud of me because I failed in my graduation exams .According to him,he failed in his Metric exams in Punjab and I have accomplished a higher target by doing so in University of London...you guys might find it funny but its true.

My partners in crime are my best friends Cabir and Dhruv.Cabir is the mischivious one while topi wala Dhruv is calm and shy types.

LOVE...I haven't thought much about it because I have never been in love with any girl.There's is only one thing that I know ...I will never fall in love...I , will only rise in love.Boss ,jis din bhi pyaar ho gya naa then there would be no looking back.I will do anything for that girl.

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"I month Europe me...I cant come dude "Dhruv said as we walked down the street.

"Nahi nahi main kuchh nahi jaanta...I have got your tickets booked ...you guys have to come!"I spoke in a bossy tone.

"Aur mere fail hone ki khushi me lets celebrate tonight...!"I announced with a zeal

"Lets do that dude"Cabir winked.

We bought a crate of bear from the nearby store and drove towards my house.We were passing by a lonely road and were in full on masti mood.

"Watch out Manik!!" Dhruv yelled and I applied the brakes hastily.There was a screeching sound and the car halted just in time to save a middle aged man who was crossing the road.He lost his balance and fell on the road.

I got out of the car and staggered towards him.

"Uncle jiii" I folded my hands and spoke lazily " Very sorry" .

I turned back and walked back towards my car.

"Sharaab pee kar gaadi chalate ho , shram nahi aati tumhe "He yelled at my back.

I turned back and looked at him .He had managed to stand up by then.

"Isme sharam wali kya baat hai?"I mocked while Cabir smothered a laugh.

"Hindustani ho kar bhi baat karne ki tameez nahi hai tum me" He scoffed while shedding extra dust from his clothes.

"To aap sikha dijiye " Cabir teased " Tameez"

I laughed and uncle's eyes shot up in fury.

"Ohh hello uncle..." I said sternly "Sorry bola na maine to kyu free fund me bheja fry kar rahe.Apna gyaan apne paas rakho"

"arrey uncle kyu itne bhaari bhaari dialogues faink rahe ho...Chill maaro.Ek hi to life hai...enjoy karo.Aao aapko bhi beer share karwate hai"Cabir said showing a beer can towards him .

"Nalayak ladko...tum jaise ladko ki vajah se hi hamare desh ka naam badnaam hai. Pata nahi kaise map baap ki aulaad ho tum" He shouted scornfully.

And now that was enough.I had been laughing heartily , but now he had crossed his limits.I can never hear anything against my pops.This man had instigated me by pointing his finger on my dad. I wanted to teach him a lesson .I flared my nostrils in anger and stepped towards him.

"Manik...chal yahan se" Dhruv came and pleaded pulling me back.He was the only one sane amongst the three of us.

I looked at Dhruv who was adamant at making me sit back.

"Manik...maine kaha chal yahan se"He said again.

"You are drunk aur agar uncle ne complaint kar di to gadbad ho jayegi"He whispered in my ear.

I sat in my car reluctantly and banged the door with a jerk in rage.

"One life uncle"Cabir yelled while showing him his middle finger as I drove past him speedily.

Nice
Loved this ddlj style
Nice start
Continue soon
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Thanks for pm!

I am going to njoy ddlj in manana style..
I never to watch ddlj fully..i either get to watch only the ending or only in the middle..my bad luck..
I got a chance to njoy fully in manan style now..yipppiieee..
Update soon..im loving itt!!