Hustle For Love |COMPLETE| MaNan Fiction

9. The One Where He Broke My Heart

A/N : Aaannnndd we are back, amigos!

So, I took a hiatus to try and get more readers before continuing the story, well I am brave enough to say, thhhaaaat didn't work out! :D

I want new readers, yes - which writer doesn't?

But, somehow I don't like disappointing my existing readers (however small in number they maybe!) - they are the ones who are invested in my story and their wait is important for me - so I am continuing for all you guys out there - thank you for the love and patience. 

Now with or without new readers, I will write the story anyway!

Its dedicated to all of you, and my sheer love for writing & story telling! 

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A.

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S.P.A.C.E. Academy, New York circa 2011

(Nandini's bedroom, S.P.A.C.E. Residency)

Nandini Murthy

You know that nagging voice inside your heart, the one that is more often than not, annoyingly correct about every other situation it has assessed? That's the voice that was telling me something was just not right. Manik and I were not right. I mean, it's evening now, and all day he hasn't been around. Okay before you launch your, 'give your boyfriend some space' lecture, hear me out. There is nothing substantially wrong between us that I can pinpoint, but there's this anxiety in me. I can feel a shift in paradigm has happened between us since this morning - since we went all the way and made love. I am damn intuitive in these things; I had sensed a shift in paradigm on the night he had taken me to that penthouse too, to see the Manhattan skyline at night - only thing was, that felt like a positive shift, something that made me feel exhilarated, and this one, well this one feels different.

After we finally managed to get out of bed around noon, for some reason, Manik seemed distracted and I want to think I am wrong, but he seemed to avoid eye contact with me. He had spent some fifteen minutes in the shower, which is the time I used to freshen up myself and rushed to the kitchen to fix our usual eggs and toast, but when I came out of the kitchen to call him for breakfast, he had gone out by then. Manik didn't even tell me he was leaving; while I know he might've been in a hurry, and just because we have done it now, he doesn't always need to keep me in the loop, but still? Maybe a bye would suffice? Argh. Ayappa am I overthinking this?

Maybe it was okay to not let me know and go but not turn up all day? I mean it's New Years Eve and he has decided to go all poof on me. I thought we were ringing in the New Year together, has that plan changed too? I wasn't sure, maybe like Christmas even this time, he had gone to visit his friends for the day so that he could spend the evening with me? I wondered, what if he was planning a surprise party for me? This thought had initially taken my mind off the bad feelings and it made me anxious, apprehensive and maybe even a little excited - with Manik, you never know! That was why I had decided to dress up in the early evening and wait, trust him to turn up at the nick of time and ask me to go with him somewhere!

After waiting all evening and late into the night, while Manik was still missing in action, I decided it was finally time to change back to my night clothes, it was half past twelve and still Manik didn't show up; I mean we all know how these parties are, maybe his friends didn't let him leave before midnight, or maybe he got drunk and lost track of time? I didn't call him either, I didn't want him to feel I have an overbearing presence and too high expectations from him, you know these things can be putting off for many, and might impact our new relationship; but there was this heavy feeling inside my heart that I couldn't offset - something was amiss. Ayappa, please make him call or even text me once, so we can at least wish each other for the new year - come one be on my side once?