Angel's Brute (Complete✅)

Chapter 28- "Dependable lies..."

"Finally, we have come to our real home. Last night was the ultimate bliss of my life. Though it was not the first night of mine with Manik it was the first ritual night of our newly married life. From every aspect, it was a content night for both of us. I have never seen Manik so relaxed and happy. Last night he perhaps surrendered himself completely to me. That time he was not the Manik Malhotra...the complicated and complex person. Rather he was only Manik, my Manik, my Brute who is very transparent and simple. Today morning we have come to his bungalow...I mean our bungalow and surprisingly it Is decorated like a wedding venue. No doubt Manik's servants have obeyed his instruction word by word. Ayan even has refurnished his bedroom...I mean our bedroom. It has now a new walk-in wardrobe with numerous clothes of mine. I am surprised how Manik manages all things so perfectly. I think very soon I have to honour him with a new name...Mr perfectionist."

"Dreaming about me, Mrs Malhotra?"

Manik's word breaks Nandini's reverie. She turns at him.

"Not at all, Mr overconfident. I was thinking about the wall colour. Don't you think this pale peach colour makes this room a bit dull? I would have preferred it with bright pink."

Nandini says affirmatively while looking around the room. Her eyes have some suppressed jest.

"Pink! Are you serious? I am gonna live in a pink room? Give me a break."

Manik scoffs while sitting on the couch placing his legs crossed on the centre table.

"Why not? Last night you said I have changed you completely. So, change your colour taste too...for me."

Nandini demands. She bites her lower lip to control her smile. Manik's expression is worth watching. With a deep frown, he keeps on observing her for a moment, trying to fathom if there is any chance of teasing.

"For you, I can die...but this bright pink option is even worse than that."

Manik crunches his nose while saying nonchalantly.

"Oh, My, my...Mr arrogant Brute is ready to even die for a simple girl like me? Did I hear it correctly?"

Nandini sounds frolic while sauntering at Manik. For a moment, he places his brown intense orbs on her angelic face. A mischievous smile peeps through his lips. In a blink of an eye, he grabs Nandini's wrist and yanks her towards him. With a suppressed yell, she lands straight on his chest. Her soft silky tresses curtain Manik's face. He tenderly removes them from his face and tucks them behind her ear. Both are looking at each other with sheer admiration.

"Who said you are a simple girl? You are a Midas touch for me. You have melted my stone heart. You made me understand what love is? How can you be a simple girl?"

Manik's voice is grave which sends a shiver to Nandini's every pore. Manik pulls her closer to fuse his lips to hers. However, with a naughty smile, Nandini pushes him and frees herself to stand.

"Enough of your praise, Mr Malhotra. Don't forget I love your Brute image more. This puppy romantic dialogue is just not meant for you. And for your kind information, today is my first morning in this house. So, according to your North Indian rituals, I have to make some sweet dishes in the kitchen. Thanks to Bollywood movies and serials. At least we inexperienced get to know about this nitty-gritty of marriage. Otherwise, who would have told me?...."

Nandini abruptly halts her tongue. She knows unknowingly she has touched Manik's wound. She embarrassedly looks at Manik who smiles palely.

"Don't be embarrassed. You said it right. If my Mom had been there, she would have told you all the rituals. But unfortunately..."