Manan FF - Kaisi yeh Yaariyan season 3 - Chapter 123 & note - Page 34

He had been standing still, with his ears pressed to the door for over 10 minutes and it was beginning to worry him now. He could no more hear her cries. Was she ok? What was taking her so long?

"Nandini are you ok?" he shouted, banging on the door.

Sitting there on the floor she had lost track of time. His voice, shook her out of her reverie. She opened her mouth to reply but nothing came out. She cleared her throat and replied in a feeble voice "Ho gaya, do min."

When she did come out a minute later, he couldn't help but gape at her. "Tum andar nahane gayi thi ya rone gayi thi." She was still in the same clothes, only her face was a bigger mess than it was when she had walked inside. She had been so lost that it completely slipped out of her mind that she was supposed to take a shower. She raised her eyes and looked at him with such innocence that could easily put a lamb to shame. No point in scolding her, he realized and took her back inside.

Adjusting the temperature, he turned on the shower and within seconds, water started dripping off her. With his fingers, he gently removed the damp hair off her eyes and tucking them behind her ears, cleaned the stains of tears and vomit from her swollen face. He was trying hard to avoid making an eye contact with her, but then he couldn't keep off for long as she kept on flapping her lids against the force of water, her gaze fixed at him.

"Ab yeh bhi mujhe hi karna parega, what would you do without me!" He remarked in a dismissive tone, while rubbing her tender arms clean.

"Die!"

He stopped, before the clouds in his eyes became obvious to her. "Change and come fast. I am ordering some food."

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She came out in a long bathrobe, wrapped snuggly around her petite frame. She tiptoed close to Manik, who was sitting on the bed, staring at the dark hills through the glass panels of their master suite and handed him a spare towel. Without probing further, he stood up and began patting her hair dry.

This is how they functioned. He had to dump all his anger on her and she had to fall back on him for the smallest of things. He sought acceptance in her, he needed to be assured again and again that his anger would never drive her away. And she depended on him for dear life, as if her whole existence was defined by and around him.

He became a hulk and she became a baby. Call it the design of destiny or the conspiracy of their stars, even in a wretched state, one had the power to heal the other.

"Aur tum? you are also wet."

Two mins ago he was wondering how absentminded she was today and here, he himself had forgotten the wet clothes on him. He quickly stepped into the bathroom and emerged in a pair of track pants, bare from his waist up.

He was searching for a tshirt to put on when he felt her warmth on his cold skin. Slipping her hands through the tiny gap below his elbows, she drew him in a tight hug from behind. The sensation of having her so close, pressed against skin of his back, still moist from the shower, sent shivers down his spine.

"Nandini, leave me, I need to order food." He said sternly.

"I don't need food, I need you." She showed no signs of backing off. Standing on her toes, she leaned on him and rubbed her cheeks on his shoulder blades.

"Nandini!!!"

"Kya hua Manik? Is the note wrong?" she asked innocently, planting a kiss on his shoulder.

What would he tell her...that the storm raging inside him was far from over...that he was just on the brink of breaking down and didn't have the strength to safeguard her emotions. How would he tell her that he needed her more than ever, and yet he wasn't sure, he could love her the way he always had... it was one thing to shout at her, but he couldn't let his anger flow through his affection. But then how could he stay calm when she was so dangerously close. He was a mess, his body was dying to respond to her arousal but his mind wanted to run as far away as he could.

HE turned around and grabbing her tightly by her waist, pressed his lips hard on hers. It took her aback, the force and aggression in his movements. He had always been gentle, too gentle for a guy of his frame and temperament, but today, his kisses fell rough, and when he held her, it dug deep in her skin.

It hurt her badly, not his physical aggression or the pain it caused but knowing how shattered he must be to lose control over himself.

He pulled the collar of her robe down to kiss on her collar bone and then completely out of nowhere he asked "Did he touch you?"

He pulled apart, dejected "I can't do this Nandini, I am hurting you, I just can't do this." She hadn't mentioned a word. She hadn't flinched o twitched or let a single frown form on her face and yet he had felt her crumble under his brutal fierceness.

Cupping his face, she looked into her eyes "He didn't, I would have never let him touch me. Either I would have killed him or myself. I can't tolerate any one else touching me.. You know that right?"

"You could have told Dhruv, Cabi... I mean you could have told Dhruv or atleast chacha. What if tumhe kuch ho jata?" His voice was beginning to soften, his eyes were glassy.

"Bata sakti to bata deti Manik, Nyonika didn't just go after me, usne dhruv ka career bhi barbaad kar diya and chacha ko kya bolti, he was in jail Manik, it was bad, and your absence made it worse."

"How can a mother do this to her own child Nandini, how... What have I ever done to her?" She wished she had an answer. Having lost her mother early on in life, she had found one in her aunty. How a mother could be so vile, so vengeant was completely beyond her, that too for someone like Manik.

"I will just kill that son of a bitch and Nyonika."

She sat him down on the bed and wrapped her arms around him. "Its going to be ok my love. What's gone is gone. Yes, it was a nightmare but its over and we are still together, still strong. We would see through this."

"You could have moved on Nandini..with so much happening, I couldn't be there with you...you should have found someone who would have stood by you." His voice was chocking.

"I still had the memories holding me back, why did you not move on? You could have, no memories, no heartache, no conscience.. Why didn't you , Manik?" They both knew why. Not all things in life are explainable and their bond was one. In this age and time, when patience runs thinner than water, where people invest in relationships for instant gratification, where one is defined by looks and position, these two, who were as different as chalk and cheese, having walked out of darkness had found light in each other and this bond they shared transcended every earthly constraint. Neither time, not the challenges it brought could pull them apart, even when lost, they had found their way to each other.

"Can we not jam Manik? For once..I donno I just need to be close to you." She urged, running her fingers through his silky mane.

"U say what happened...I don't trust myself Nandini, I might just end up hurting you and I don't want to do it at any damn cost. I don't want to spoil this beautiful thing we have, its spotless, its pure, I don't want to tarnish it with one wrong action."

"But I trust you, with my love and my life. You can never hurt me. If you can't be gentle, its ok, let it go, let the anger flow out and I am here to absorb it, just like you absorb my pain. Who are you scared of? What are you scared of, its me Manik, your Nandini. I am not going to judge you, I am a part of you. But just let it flow...let go."

On the brink of tears he asked "Doesn't my anger bother you? Doesn't it scare you?"

"Yes it does, it does bother me but not for myself, for you. Your anger scars you and you don't deserve it. You were not meant to be a monster, because the heart you have is angelic." She shifted a little away from him and made him look right into her eyes." Always remember what I am going to say now.. You are the best person I have ever met in life and I am not saying it because I love you. You have a heart of gold, you can keep giving and giving without ever asking back. You stand by your commitments and you live by your promises. And the way you care for the people you love, you know not many can do that. I wasn't sad for leaving Panchgani Manik...I mean not only because of that. I was sad because I was going to leave behind the Manik I had met in Panchgani. That Manik was not angry, because he didn't have with him the experiences that make YOU bitter. He was free like the air and he was warm, he didn't carry the burden of a tortured childhood or a neglected teenage. He wasn't cross with the world and he could love without being afraid. That is who you are...you are an angel heart and no matter how much you try to hide behind the terrifying mask, your goodness will always make its way out."

He hugged her like he was hugging his own soul and finally he let the pain flow out, as tears.

Neither knew when their tears grew into passion and engulfed them in its fire. They needed this, desperately...for their souls to talk through their skin, for their lips to meet and their bodies to melt into each other. Seldom had they made love with an desire so intense, seldom had they longed so hungrily for each other. Every inch of their bodies burnt and the more they burnt, the more they wanted to burn further. The tempestuous night had found its way inside the glass doors, bringing in the rain and the thunderstorms. So many scores were being settled amidst the moans, so many wrongs were being undone with every touch , among ravage kisses and bites, sad memories were making way for new ones, and the night was slowly rolling into the day.

She would never forget this night, neither would he, for after what felt like eternity, they were HOME!

(For people in india)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2ETPkAktTA&list=PLR_1V6jrYF1xxuE2ahY4ehnlscCmwJfJH&index=27

(For people outside india)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XQ3aBYW8fU&list=PLR_1V6jrYF1xxuE2ahY4ehnlscCmwJfJH&index=32