I was imagining this scenario ever since ManVik had their official date in Mezbaani. Not for ITV though...
Revisiting the thought before the leap 
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Mannat is sitting by the pool in Mezbaani... fiddling with her mobile phone, blushing at pictures of her and Vikrant.
Vikrant is busy whipping a Kunafa chocolate cake in the kitchen and has strictly prohibited Mannat from entering inside.
Happy with the result, Vikrant comes out of the kitchen with the cake in hand, only to stop in his tracks... the dimmed lights in the kitchen are creating a soft halo around Mannat, his darling looking like an angel in the white salwar suit she has on. The dupatta flutters nearby, playing a hide and seek with her curves.
Vikrant finds himself mesmerized by the delicate smile on her face, a tinge of blush he can make out even from far away.
Gently walking up to her, he surprises her by placing the cake dolly in front of her.
Her eyes quickly dart to the cake and him and the smile widens...
"Wow... ye kitna yum lag raha hai Vikrant Sir!!!"
Vikrant throws the apron away, cuts a piece out of it and holds it in front of her. Mannat quickly takes a bite and the sounds she makes turns Vikrant into a hot mess.
"Ummm... so yum.... ammmmmaaaaazzzzziiiiiiinnnnnngggggg...."
Vikrant finds himself heated up, blood rushing south while his naive Ms. Mannat seems to have lost in her own world, enjoying the sweet delicacy completely unaware of what its doing to him. The chocolate cream on the corner of her lips, eyes closed in a delectable bliss... Vikrant wishes he can wipe the cream off her...
She opens her eyes to see him staring at her. She waits for him to say something until she gently taps him to come out of his reverie.
"What???"
"Dont make those sounds!!" Vikrant says... almost in a hush...
"What sounds???"
Vikrant finds himself parched, gulps a bit and looking at her lips says, "the kind that tells me you are enjoying the cake"
Mannat smiles, her naughtiness getting the better of her....
"Oh you mean the ummmmmm...." she mimics the gesture again...
Vikrant balls up his fist in his mouth and tells her again... this time in a huskier tone which Mannat doesnt pickup still...
"DONT MAKE THOSE SOUNDS..."
"Or what???"
"Or I will take the plate from you"
In between the squeals, laughter and running around the table.... Mannat and Vikrant both land up in the pool... one after the another.
There's a rush to come up to the surface and in that tussle Vikrant finds himself with his hands on her waist, hers on his chest, her dupatta floating in the water far away from both of them.
He brushes off the hair out of her face, only to find her staring deep into his eyes, the blush deepening.
Mannat realizes the position they are in and quickly brings her hands close to her chest. She nods at him to get up and help her out.
Vikrant is about to get up when he realizes something and plops back down, splashing water again.
"Kya kar rahe hai??? help karo na meri"
"No..."
"No????? Kya matlab hai????"
"Matlab ye ki tum bahar jao... khud se...."
"What nonsense Vikrant Sir... main aise kaise bahar jau????"
"Ms. Mannat ... bahar jao... please...."
Mannat is confused and mildly irritated... she tries to grab the runaway dupatta only to brush herself on Vikrant again, frustrating him even more... he closes his eyes and she gets up quickly... rushing out and draping his jacket over her shoulders.
She turns to find him still in the pool, turned away from her.
"Kya??? ab to bahar aaiye??? pata nahi kya ho jaata hai aapko???"
Vikrant turns around, still sitting in the pool, trying to avoid looking at Mannat ... his gaze falls on the apron he has thrown away...
"Vo apron do mujhe..."
"Huhh???"
"Apron do Ms. Mannat ... please.... and turn around..."
Mannat does as asked, utterly confused and irritated with Vikrant's antics...
A splash tells her he is out, she turns to see him dripping wet... an apron around his waist.... him feeling shy instead of her ...
Mannat confused by the sudden change in him, sees him walk away to the restrooms without a word.... until far off from a distance, she can make out the reason for his embarrassment in the silhouette. 
Mannat suddenly wishes the earth would swallow her up and she sits down on the chair nearby, hiding her face in her hands .... happy, blushing, shy, embarrassed, aroused, ecstatic .... all at once!!!! Trying to make sense of what just happened...
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