Manan FF - Kaisi yeh Yaariyan season 3 - Chapter 123 & note - Page 6

He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and let out a sigh. Though she wanted to hear his reaction, she didn't pester him, because the fact that he was unable to speak up, which was quite unlike Manik, more than expressed that her words had touched him deep.

After a long long while, he cleared his throat. "Just because you can write, you will take advantage of it like this?"

"You can't be best at everything..c'mmon, but you know what, you are hands down the winner. You can keep the blank wish and ask for anything you want."

Manik knew exactly what he could ask for and she wouldn't refuse, that was the USP of the game, But he wouldn't and that was the beauty of their relationship. "I have already gotten more than my share of happiness. I grant you the wish, you can use it any time, any which way you like."

Once upon a time he had granted her a blank promise, today he had given her a blank wish. She needed it. She desperately needed it for next week, when she would finally reveal his past to him and be done with this hide and seek. The longer she kept it from him, the more guilt it injected in her. Now that she knew how sad and painful his last three years had been, how could she knowingly torture him more? But she needed the blank wish to pacify him, to force him to forgive her. That was her plan...to first confide in Navya and then tell everything to Manik. It wasn't going to be smooth, but well she would still hope for the best.

"So miss Murthy that was really clever haan, I asked you to confess in three languages and u technically did it one and then you call me the cheater...wow!!"

"I didn't cheat Manik" her voice was heavy, perhaps from the apprehension of the impending week. "I said it in the three languages I know... silence, words and music. I don't think saying it in a foreign language would have made it any more genuine."

He was just teasing her. He knew she couldn't have done it better and besides these weren't the only way she expressed her love. There were innumerable other ways, sometimes not even intentional, that blurted out her deepest feelings. Like her eyes, and the fat tears in them, like her throbbing heart whenever he was near, like her sensitive skin that responded to the slightest of his touches, like the smile on her face, her childlike happiness to be with him. Did he not understand her insecurities, did he not see that she was as scared of losing him as he was of losing her, did he not feel the sadness in her face for the next five days that they were going to spend apart? Did she really think he was so dumb, that he couldn't make out that she had intentionally cut through her finger because that was the only way she could share his pain. The only thing he didn't understand was the intensity with which they both loved each other, this pull that was so strong that neither distance, nor time mattered. Would it always be like this? Would she always love him like this or one fine day he would wake up to realize that all of it had been a dream.

"How's my dress? I was expecting you to comment.. Is it that bad?"

Perfect distraction for Mr. Manik Lost-In-His-Thoughts Malhotra. She had to be kidding him. It was like holding a sundae right infront of your eyes and asking, 'does it look yummy enough?'

"First of all, how dare you wear my shirt without my permission and secondly what are you upto Miss not-so-innocent-Murthy?"

"First of all, I don't need your permission to use your things" She answered mocking him "I have the exclusive right over you and your stuff and secondly why should only you have the privilege to kill by looks? It's a different matter that you are an absolute natural, you don't need props like this shirt, you can kill anyone anytime (she really hoped this included Neel as well)."

"Don't act smart Nandini, I don't like anyone touching my things, I want my shirt right now." He was teasing her.

"And I won't give you."

"Nandini don't challenge me. Give it to me or else.." He couldn't finish it...fire was rising in his belly and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep it in check now.

She giggled. Like really? Here he was having such a hard time maintaining his sanity and all she could do was giggle?? Heights of insensitivity!! She was being a junior monster here.

"Nandini I can't play it anymore, I am scared I might end up doing something I shouldn't. Lets just call it quits ok?" Manik had suddenly turned serious.

She took his hands, which he had withdrawn from her and wrapped them around her waist. She moved a little closer to him cupped his face in her trembling hands and looked straight in his eyes which were burning with passion. Breaking off the eye lock, she nudged her face in his chest and mumbled so softly that he had to struggle to catch her words "I wish I could fulfil your unspoken wish, but I can't and you know the stupid silly reason. But you don't have to stop here you know..." A shade of beetroot now, she had no idea how she had managed to say these things to him, she wasn't like this before. But she guessed both of them had evolved with time, and their love had only ever intensified. She not only trusted him with her fears, but also with her desires. He was the only person, that she could be herself with, without being judged or labelled.

"Are you sure?" he wasn't teasing her anymore, his voice was as serious as the calm before a storm. His grip on her was getting tighter, his breath more and more uneven.

She turned out the light.

He pulled her traces back and kissed at the nape of her neck, moving up to her earlobes, where he bit her softly. And then as if he had forgotten something urgent, he returned to her lips. His kisses, not one but an unending trail of them, only interrupted briefly to take in some air, weren't soft like the previous times. His day old stubble, as he rubbed his cheek against her, pricked her baby soft skin. She was already sweating, and perhaps so was he.

Why did he smell like heaven, why did he feel like butter? If perfection had a definition, it had to be this guy. He moved his hands from her waist to her petite arms and scribbled away furiously. Ok, so this was a reply to her scribbling it over his chest, copy cat!

He slid her sleeves up and continued scribbling followed by wet needy kisses.

"you... are not... proh..ibited... from tou..ching me" He was stammering. She was too busy being explored to start exploring on her own. She took off his shirt and even in the darkness she couldn't help admire his sculpted frame. It was all hers to play with and play on. She could kiss, she could scratch, she could even leave her marks but she wanted him more and her nails digging deep in his skin were testimony to that.

He pulled out her buttons one at a time but let the shirt hang in there. And as his hands slipped through her shirt, she flinched at the slightest contact. This was torture, sweet sweet torture, she couldn't go all the way and she couldn't stop either. It was amazing and at the same time intriguing how he could unhook it in one shot, which had taken him 4 attempts to hook up :).
She arched as far back as she could without falling down or falling apart. Every ounce of flesh from her temple to the curve of her toes was tensed and then like a twisted wire suddenly set free, she went berserk with his sweaty fingers and wet lips playing painfuly delicious tricks on her supple curves.
All she could do was to chant his name..between ragged breaths.

He would leave his fingerprints on every inch of her skin, and tiny love bites for her to blush over, some which only they would know & some for all to roll their eyes at. Boy it was fun imagining her, trying to hide them away from her curious colleagues. They too should know Miss Murthy had a serious admirer.

If he could, he would have sung this song to her tonight

"Fingerprints by Leon Jackson"

I'm no good at long goodbyes

But baby I can learn

I wanna leave you with the kind

Of exit you deserve

So lock the room and let's turn off all the ringing phones

Why don't we make it you and me yeah me and you alone

I wish I had the power to stop the ticking clocks

I wish I had a little more of every inch you've got

I'm waiting on the world to change

So one day I'll see you again

But now I'll take what I can get

Darlin' until then

See baby all I wanna do is leave my fingerprints on you

I wish we had more than tonight

To do the things we wanna do

I gotta go soon as the sun says hello

Goodbye the moon

So baby all I wanna do is leave my fingerprints on you

He pulled the blanket over, holding her in a tight embrace against his bare torso. He knew exactly when and where to stop, given her delicate problem.

But he was more than grateful to Nandini for having given him this night, going against convention. Had he not had this release, it would have driven him mad. The yearning was so much more because the morning sun would take him away from her and who knows, if tomorrow never comes.

For people outside india please open this video. For those in India please check the link in the comment below. Video credits to my lovely reader Doyel :)

LINK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8P42gSIjzAk

For people in India, please open the below

LINK: http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x4jf0iw_manan-vm-fingerprints_tv

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Author's Note: There will not be any updates tomorrow :( I am super tired.