BROKEN - to be healed by her (manan ff)✔️

Epilogue - Part 1

              " I don't think I can do this...!"

He sighed hopelessly.

" Manik you don't have to do this alone, I will be in the same room. Only you have to do the talking!"

I announced and just then felt his blazing glare on me to which I puppy eyed him making him nod disheartened sensing his last hope die.

I might Love him to death but facing my Amms's anger is legit feeling yourself being deep fried in hell now that is beyond death, right?

As lame as it sounds it is true, It was only once I have seen Amms angry and trust me when I say things did not go down well and I have a feeling today is going to be the second.

" Manik, should we elope?" I whispered next to him while we stood before my house mounting every bit of courage to step in.

" Nandini, on the range of 1 to infinity how badly do you want your family to hate me!"

I gasped at him and then frowned making a bad face.

" I thought you were the more sane one amongst the two of us...but I can definitely see that changing."

Snorting he looked over to my now grumpy face.

This man! I was trying to help him but guess he is desperate to make hell his home. Go ahead Malhotra there ain't no stopping here on.

" Your Amms can't be that bad right? I mean her temper has to be lower than mine?"

He spoke nervously looking around.

Snorting I answered,

" You don't get to be at the receiving end of your warth so you have no idea how terrifying it is and if not more Amms has a temper quite similar to yours"

With a troubled expression he turned facing me.

" Manik, you sure you want to do this right now? We can always wait, you know that right..?" I spoke having enough of seeing him all fidgety and stressed.

I couldn't wait to live with him, spend ever moment of everyday that was remotely possible for us to be together, to go back home to him..in his arms.

And the moment he put this proposal up before me, it wasn't humanely possible for me to refuse.

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Flashback:

A month ago:

    * Stuck in a meeting cannot make it.......I know this sucks! And I am so sorry baby*

His text popped and seconds later I could feel myself tearing up.

It felt horrible! Absolutely disgusting to be weeping to an audience but, GOD CAN I HELP!

I had people gwaking at my decked up self waiting aimlessly for over an hour for someone and abruptly breaking in tears, clearly they pitted my self for being stood up by a date.

Ignoring his text and harshly wiping away my stream of tears I stood up to leave almost ran to escape from those awful pitting gazes.

Calling myself a cab, I settled in staring at the busy Mumbai streets with void eyes and an unfathomable heaviness settled in my chest so much so that I could physically feel the weight of nothingness.

It's been 7th time in the past two months of the exact same thing happening it was as if we were stuck in some kind of a hell loop that just seems so weary to deal with and each time the hurt doubles up.