New Manan ss: PYAAR IMPOSSIBLE!

Hello there my sweeties. Here I am again with the idea for another ss. I'm in the middle of my other ff kuch battein ankaheen but I got this idea out of nowhere and wanted to pen it down. So here is the prologue. Tell me what you think.

PYAAR IMPOSSIBLE!

Prologue

"Yes" The guy said

"No" The girl retorted.

"Yes"

"No."

"Fine. We'll go with the toss. Heads for me n tails for you."

"No. Heads for me you can have tails."

"No. I'll have d Heads"

"Tails."

"Heads."

"Tails"

"Oh shut up. How about a toss for the toss?!"

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Typical bickering couple right? Wrong. There is nothing remotely typical about Manik Malhothra and Nandini Murthy.

He is a rock star.

She is a nerd.

He is the female heartthrob.

She is the shy wallflower.

He loves tandoori chicken.

She is a pure vegan.

He doesn't give a damn about anybody else.

She doesn't give a damn about herself.

He doesn't believe in love.

She believes in true love and fireflies.

He is all she hates in a guy.

She is all he resents in a girl.

What happens when these two perfect strangers end up together in the middle of nowhere?

...

The bullock cart driver smiled at them and said.

"You remind me of me and my wife. Tum ek doosre se bahut pyaar karte ho na?"

This shut them up. They stared at him as if he had gone mad and said .

"Pyaar? Impossible!"

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So what do you think? Should I continue?

PS: I can't promise regular updates nd I'm really sorry for that.

Hey guys this chap is just meant for character introduction. I'll be giving.Manik's in the next part soon

CHAPTER 1 A

Ek main aur ek tu.

" Manali. We are going to MANALI!"

Yup this is the point where we need the ear plugs. My darling little sister Navya was jumping up and down the bed screaming her lungs out. I rolled my eyes at her overdramatic response and tried to concentrate on my project. I somehow managed to read a full sentence before my book was snatched out of my hand

"Seriously, Nandini. How can you NOT get excited over something as awesome as this?!"

I heaved a long suffering sigh. Even though Navya was a year younger than me she never called me di. We were more like besties than sisters. I too preferred it that way except in situations like these. Oh how I wish I could shut her up for once.

"Navya. I've already told you a billion times. I don't wanna come. If it wasn't for your emotional blackmailing I wouldn't have agreed in the first place. Ive a hell lot to study my exams are near nd.." I saw her rolling her eyes at me. Oh well who am I explaining to.

"Plezzz, Nandu your exams ar 2 months away." She said giving me her typical 'Are you for real' kind of look.

"Yeah but there is a lot to study besides I'm not the only one who is not excited." I said glancing over to my younger brother Rishabh smoothly handing over the baton.

" Yeah. I would rather prefer Goa. Atleast I'll could've checked out the hot chicks. Manali is a total waste of time and youth, I say " He said sounding bored.

"Rishu!" Navya began and I zoned out as usual from my bickering siblings.

Manali. As beautiful as it sounds it doesn't tempt me enough. Some would call me a nerd. Okay.everyone calls me a nerd. I'm just passionate about my studies just like a musician is to music. No big deal. Navya says I'm pretty if I try to be. But I don't try. I've a very few friends. I ace my classes and I love my family. I don't have a boyfriend. I'm still waiting for THE one. I trust the fireflies with my lovelife even though it sounds crazy. Appa nd amma did nd so do I. My parents own a hotel in Mangalore that does quite well. We are happy in own little world.

I something soft hit my face bringing me back from my thoughts. Yup. My oh so mature brother and sister were having their pillow fight. So much for some peace and quite. Something tells me that this was going to be one long summer break...

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Hello dears. Here is the next part. This one is in Manik's pov. Do leave your comments. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1 B

Ek main aur ek tu

The husky melodius voice reigned over the excited crowd and the shimmering lights. All eyes were on a tall guy on the centre of the huge stage. His eyes shined and a lazy smile grazed his lips adorning the unbelievably handsome face...

Aisi kya ...chali hava..

Tu le gayi..

Meri saason ko mujse dur..

Tere pas...

Mujhe hua ehsaas..

Tu..tu..tu..tu.meri.ri..ri..ri

Main tera ..ra.ra

Hone lagaaa...

...

I felt the familiar feeling of raw excitement rush into my body when I saw hundreds of faces in front of me. This was the moment I loved the most. There was an electricity in the air ready to crackle. Every time I sang I gave it my all. Music was my passion more than a profession. I gave quick bow after my performance and slipped out into the back door. I may love music that doesn't mean I don't get overwhelmed at times with the fans and the celebrity status that comes along with it. Today was one such day. As soon as I was back stage I some how managed to cover myself up with a hoodie and a pair of cooling glasses. I called Cabir, my best friend as well as my PA. In a few seconds he found me.

" bro- that was a killer performance. Wait. Why are you dressed like this? Wait. No Manik. You can't.."

I cut him off neatly and snatched out his car keys almost feeling sorry for him.

"Sorry. Bro I need this break." I said brushing past him and the other staff making a beeline to the exit.

Through the corner of my eyes I saw a group of girls pointing at me. Oh damn. I almost ran to the car and fled from the crime scene finally breathing peacefully after days of hectic schedule.

I didn't have any regrets in life. I took risks and faced the consequences. I loved music. It was my life. I didn't care about the popularity that came along with it. Nor did I care about the fake gossips or the absence of personal life. I have one true friend I trust, Cabir. I don't know what a family is other than that it gives you a huge bank balance. I don't know what love is. My divorced coorperate head parents never bothered to teach me. I don't believe in love. Frankly speaking no girl caught my attention till now. Except for some occasional fling with some haughty models my love life is a big fat zero. Of course the media didn't think so and I didn't bother to burst their bubble.

I rolled down the windows and felt the wind on my face. A crazy feeling of being free flowed through me. I sped through the highway with no specific destination. It was almost sun set and the sky showed a myriad of colours.

A movement in the back seat caught my attention. I stamped on the breaks bringing the car to a screeching halt.

I heard a muffled cry. I turned around to see a cute girl in her early twenties rubbing her forehead. Her hair was a total mess and her eyes were heavy with sleep. Oh God! Another crazy fangirl. Let's just say my previous encounters with obsessive fan girls weren't quite pleasant.

We gazed at each other for a moment. I watched her eyes turn into saucers. Hmmm. Here comes the squeal.

But instead I felt something hard hit my head, her chappals. Before I had a chance to make sense of the totally weird scenario I was in she launched herself into me attacking every part of me within her reach. She began ruthlessly pulling my gelled up hair screaming

" You bloody kidnapper. I'm not gonna spare you. How dare you kidnap me? Nandini Murthy se panga le lliyatune...tujhe toh main..."

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