Manan FF - Kaisi yeh Yaariyan season 3 - Chapter 123 & note - Page 30

Where would he find her amidst 300 odd people. He checked the bar, and the lounge, she wasn't there. Then he went about the dance floor and what he saw next infuriated him.. Nandini was surrounded by a bunch of bas***ds who were harassing her.

The music was too loud to catch her voice, but he could clearly make out that she was struggling to break free.

He made his way through the crowd to reach her and the moment her eyes fell on him, her face lit up with a million dollar smile.

"Maaannnikkk, whheeere were yoouu? Dekho naaa I am tellliiing them ki I am waiiting for youuu but ye suunnnte hi naaahi. Stuupiiid people arrreee forrrcing me to dance."

She threw her hands up in the air, freeing them from the grip of the guy who was trying to pull her , and fell straight into Manik arms.

He clasped her tightly in an hug, a little more intimately than was perhaps required & threw a nasty glance at the three guys. If looks could kill, all three of them would be lying dead right away.

Nandini happily settled in the enclosure of his muscular arms, oblivious to the danger she was about to land in.

"Baby you didn't tell them that I am allergic to stray dogs. I don't like them roaming around you, I get a temper issue and then I start beating the shit out of them. You should have warned them.."

You don't mess with Manik Malhotra, not atleast when if it concerns Nandini. His knows his way with punches as much as he knows how to slaughter with words. His hands were itching to give a solid blow or two right in the middle of their sorry faces but he pulled himself back at the last moment to avoid creating a scene. He didn't want the spotlight to be on Nandini, given the condition she was in.

The threw, high on hormones, filthy rich, fresh out of college guys considered it prudent to quietly slip away and merge into the crowd before their faces compelled Manik to reconsider his decision. Manik was so not expecting something like this to happen here. This was supposedly one of the most expensive resorts in not just Panchgani but in the whole of Maharashtra.

But then money can neither buy class nor character & when it lands up in the wrong hands, it creates demons out of men.

"kaaauuun dog, kyyaaa allergy, waaat are yoou saaaying Maanik? Arrree yooouu drrrunnnk? Ttumnne peee haaai kyaa?"

Manik tried to drag her along, but she wouldn't budge an itch. She couldn't stand straight, she was swaying back and forth, yet she held her ground like a half dead soldier.

"Nandini, isse pehle ki I lose my mind, are you coming with me or not?"

"No!!!"

"Nandini, I will count till three... and if you don't come..by then"

Poor Manik, he should have known, Nandini was not in a mood to listen to anyone, except her temporarily out-of-order mind. Even before he could start counting, he saw her slump on the floor and scream "One.. Two...threee... And Nandini iiisss stiiil hereee, Naaandiiiniii Muuurthhyyy kisssi sse naahi daartiii... samjhe mr. Maaannniiikk Maaallhhhoootttraaa"

This was way too embarrassing. People on the dance floor stopped dancing to check what the ruckus was about. Imagine the scene 'A sweet little girl sitting on the dance floor, refusing to tag along her hot-as-a-hunk boyfriend who was trying his best to sweep her off the disc.' While the guys were giggling in hushed tones, the ladies were going green with envy.

"Nandu, sab dekh rahe hain, chalo yahan se." he knelt down and whispered in her ears.

"Nooopppes, nopppesss, nandini mUnrthy will go on one cooonnddition. Yooouuu will have to daaance with me."

"What the hell Nandini!!!!!" Manik was totally and completely pissed off. He could easily give competition to a tomato.

"One... Twooo" She began

"Ok, we will dance.."

Nandini Murthy surely knew how to tighten or loosen the screws in her boyfriend's head. There is an old saying by Acharya chanakya "There are four ways of making someone do a task, by "Saam, Daam, Dand & Bhed." In Nandini's case, these translated to 'request, emotional blackmail, tears & threat (strictly in that order)'

Manik pulled her up from the floor as she gleefulyy prepared to shake some booty. The DJ couldn't have chosen a better (according to Nandini)/ worse (according to Manik) song for the moment.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=voI1WkVsSFo

As the visuals splashed on the giant screen, Nandini started dancing like a kid straight out of nursery. She was completely immersed in a rhythm of her own. She had absolutely no clue that her hands were going up in one direction and her legs were twisting in the opposite one. As far as Manik was concerned, forget dancing, all he could do was to hold her from tumbling over and landing flat on her delicate nose. He was fuming with anger and yet he couldn't help laughing at her. He had a hard time deciding who looked cuter, the chipmunks on the screen or his personal baby doll.

The moment the song was over, he simply picked her up and walked out. It hurt him, it actually

hurt him to the level where he could cry out. But despite the pain, he realized, he should have done it right at the beginning. That would have saved him a lot of trouble.

Nandini was still murmuring something in her slurred voice, perhaps she was unhappy at being dragged away. She wanted to dance more, as if one mad dance hadn't been embarrassing enough. But Manik too was once bitten twice shy. He didn't give her any of the attention she was desperately trying to seek.

Once he had reached their suite and dumped her on the bed, he took a final sigh of relief. He wasn't taking any more chances, he went straight up to the door and double locked it, lest she should try to flee. He knew from his previous experiences that drunken Nandini was capable of performing a variety of antics. He had had enough for a day, only Nandini didn't seem to think so.

"Maaannniiikkk, tuuum muuujjjhe yaahaan kyuuun lleke aaye? I waaant to daaance more!! Mummmy daaady.."

"Chup!! Bilkul chup, yahan se hilna bhi mat."

She continued to hum the song while he called room service for a jar of lemon water.

She wouldn't, she absolutely would sip the sour lemon water. He had to coax her, because scolding had no impact on her. For someone who doesn't drink, that cocktail was way too strong and even though Manik was miffed with her, he knew she wasn't at fault. He took her to the washroom to brush her teeth, and then stood at the door with his eyes shut as she changed into a night dress. "Aaj to isse prayer hogi nahi, so Aiyappa don't mind, aaj iske behalf mein I will do it. Nahi to beech raat mein madam uthke mera sar chabayegi." He mumbled under his breath.

He was just about tucking her in the bed when she sprang up like a frog. "Manik, do... you... Know.. boooxxxing?"

Now what, he thought. He took a deep breath and said "No, kyun, kisko pitwana hai?"

"Woo Neel Dixit... You said na dog allergy... I have Neel allergy, he baaarks all the bloody tiiime and waaags his tail too." Now who the hell was this Neel Dixit?

"Yeh Neel kaun hai?"

"Yooou don't knooow NEEEL BLOOODY DIXIT? Wo villlaaain hai Maanik..scary green slimy villain..." She was making these funny faces and manik thought this was yet another drunken misadventure of hers...making imaginary stories about imaginary characters. He forced her to lie down and leaned over to plant a kiss on her forehead.

"My sweet girl will sleep now, hai na Nandu?"

"Manik tum samajhte hi nahi ho...tum kuch nahi samajhte...usko peetna.."

"Nandini, why don't you sleep. Kab se you are talking nonstop. I am tired yaar, don't you see?"

She fell quiet and closed her eyes, just as he had asked her to do. He saw a single drop of tear forming at the corner of her eyes and immediately felt guilty for shouting at her. "I am so sorry dear." He moved closer to her and caressed her forehead.

She opened one eye, and then another and snuggled upto him. "Are you angry?"

He nodded his head side wise. There was so much innocence in her eyes, who in his sane mind could stay angry with her.

"Manik mujhe pata hai, tumhari girlfriend thori dumb hai and tumhe bohot pareshan karti hai, but she loooves you a lot.."

Perfect or imperfect, she was the one for him and he wouldn't have it any other way. Sometimes, it stirred the deepest emotions within him. For a guy with a twisted family and a twisted life, to have a relationship as blissful as this, indeed felt surreal at times.

Outside, clouds were growling and had Nandini not been drunk, he surely couldn't have kept his hands to himself. It was a perfect setting for a steamy night, only that his love was sleeping like a cute baby. He rubbed his neck against her cheeks and she giggled in sleep. He kissed on them and barely touched his lips to hers before going out to the balcony.

If his doctor had a whiff of all that he had been through, over the day, perhaps he would have forcibly re-admitted him . But despite all the exhaustion, sleep was nowhere close on his horizon. He sat on the patio chair for a long time, wondering what to do when his thoughts went back to the diary he had picked from Nandini's house. That, he felt was the perfect plan to while away time. He checked on Nandini once, she was in deep sleep. So he pulled the diary out of the innermost drawer of his closet.

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Replies:

Its Been ages since I last replied to you guys.Wat to do, life is like a never ending marathon. Ek kam khatam to dusra suru. I dont get much of a breather. And I know u understand so thank you for that.

Rockstarlover: Thank you

Vijayfan: You my dear, i should mention a few special words for you. I love how you consistently comment after each update. n each one of them, there is so much of love and concern. Like everyone else I too have my sad, dark days. And when I think abck about the love you have for me, your wishes and ur prayers, I get the courage to stand up again and face teh world. We often undersestimate the power of words, they can do a lot. Period! I love you.

@thamannamanan1 : What do i say about you. You have there since day one. U have seen me go up and down, fall sick and return and you have been consistently there. It means a lot. it really does. I love you

@devilkhushi: Manik hasnt told anything to his dad. Bal bal baj gaye is baar.

@Sarkar2015 : I would say, push that feeling away. N wait for the next few updates. I hope you will like how the story moves ahead.

@jesse93: aint she cuter when she is drunk. :)

@payal: :):)

@ac2000 Your wait is over then :):) enjoy

@Rebecca Sweety: Your comment, I swear, it just shook me out of my seat. I swear I love the Manik v 2.0 very very much and when I started writing, I didnt know I would end up falling in love with him more than the original Manik. But I did.

If it were on me, I would have never had his memory return. But then I had to. This manik, is very much like his old self, impulsive, angry, witty and thats because he doesnt remeber what all he has been through three years. He is living life as if he is starting from the day after the accident.

But eventually as his doctor says, he will remember those times too and then as u rightluy said, he will remember what all Nandini had done for him..

Thank you so much for bringing this up. Thank u so much for saying that u love their break ups too because then they make up all the more stronger. Most people go paranoid at the mention of a break up and that impacts how i take the story forward.

In short u have said each and everything I feel or have felt.Thank you :):)

I am sharuing ur message on Wattpad :) N i love u more