*phone call*
Nan: Parr Navya, abhi toh you were on stage receiving your award... And ab tum bol rhi ho ki you are up for night duty?
Nav: Aree Nandini, wo kya hua na ki Cabir-
Nan: Let me guess Cabir wapis koi hopeless Party me DJ console handle karne gaya hoga and tumhe uski shift lene boldiya
Nav: Nhi nhi Nandu.. iss barr koi DJ nhi, use ek job interview keliye subhe jaldi Jana hai isiliye hum-
Nan: Tum what Navya? Kitni baar tum uske liye uski shift handle karti rahogi? And usse koi kadar bhi nhi hai. You are one of the most popular and successful RJ's around India! And he doesn't even care... Till when are you going to do things for him. *Sighs* tumhe pta haina.. he doesn't think of you the way you do
Nav: hum... Hum jante hai Nandini. Hum, hume pta hai ki Cabir aur hum sirf dost hai.. Parr iss barr sachme use ek bohot hi achi naukri mil sakti hai. Tumhe pta haina, Cabir ke pass ek achi degree hai parr koi mauka nhi Milne ke karan use RJ ki night shift pe rehena padta hai. Use koi badi company mein PA ki post keliye. Isiliye hum..
Nan: *sighs* offo Navya... You know I can't be mad at you
Nav: *smiles*
Nan: Toh kabtak ghar aaogi tum?
Nav: 3 baje tak
Nan: Thike... Parr zyada late mat hona. And you have the keys?
Nav: Haan humare pass chabi hai. Tum araam se soo jao. Kal tumhe Jana haina.
Nan: Haan.
Nav: Ok goodnight..
Nan: Goodnight..
Cutting the phone I take a deep breath thinking about Navya. My bestfriend in this entire city. We met on a trip to Manali, and ever since then she is the one person I share everything with.
When I got a job offer in Mumbai just as I graduated.. I was really happy. I moved here from Manglore, leaving my family.. My Chacha Chachi, Amms and my younger brother Rishab. He is now in college there, soon I will call him here with me too...
Ughh.. sorry, I always do this, going off topic
So yeah, Navya. I started staying with her here. She has a small house here. Small meaning, small compared to my Manglore house... Or else seeing other Mumbai houses.. we live in a ground plus 1 bunglow. Having 4 rooms.
That's not the point here... The point is Cabir! It's not like I don't like Cabir. All three of us are really good friends. Navya introduced me to him when I shifted here. He is a nice person, but he is so dumb that he still can't realise that Navya has feelings for him.
He just treats her like his bestfriend, and in that bid makes her do things for him which my poor innocent Navya agrees to do without even thinking twice. It is not like he is using her... But, I don't want her to get hurt you know.
Oh Ayyiappa... So much of pressure on this little soul.. don't you have a heart? There is Navya, then the scooter loan.. and on top of that I am not even prepared for my presentation for the yearly assembly!
Closing my eyes I just pray to God for giving me enough energy for the coming week when I heard a familiar voice
someone: Excuse me
I turn around and see a familiar pair of orbs.. beautiful orbs... I could spend hours just diving into these precious crystals...
And now the picture clears out as I see his face, his body and that smug smile.. it's him
Manik..
A boy every girl dreams about and trust me.. how much ever I say I am not like other girls... In this category I turn out to be completely wrong
His face, with light stubble on his jaw line.. arms with smooth muscle textures caged in a lovely black suite... Since when did I become so descriptive?
YOU ARE READING
A MARRIAGE SCANDAL
RomanceManik Malhotra, the troubled soul. Nandini Murthy, the bright light in his life.. they were perfect together. But is there something Manik is hiding? Or is it something which itself hidden from both of them? What will happen when this secret is out...
