Celebrity Castaway | COMPLETE | MaNan Fiction

26| Merchants Of Death

A/N: Dear Readers, I read all your 165 comments on the last chapter and realized none of you are enjoying this story. So, I felt before I take a call on the future of this story, I thought I should let this chapter out. It will give you an understanding of what really happened, which to be honest some of you actually guessed, anyway! So I suppose you can read this chapter and decide your final POV on the narrative, and then we can see where we can go from this impasse.

Btw, on a completely different note, we are now #5 on MaNan stories out of 5K+ stories & I guess that's something to celebrate! :) congratulations fellas!

This is one long chapter, so Happy Reading!

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"Are you fucking serious!? I gave you one job Shyam & you couldn't do it? You couldn't inform me last night!? I was just a few fucking miles away, I could drive back you fool! I'm coming back as soon as possible; meanwhile, you fucking run back home and report to me that she is fine! And I swear Shyam, I fucking swear, I will kill you with my bare hands, if something happens to Nandini under you watch!" Manik spat on the phone & before his butler could apologise or say anything more he hung up & sprang towards his door in home slippers, tracks, and a bathing robe that was loosely hanging on his body. His hair was dishevelled and steps unbalanced. He quickly grabbed his car keys, and opened his main door to step out, as he bumped onto Cabir.

"Woahh..hold on Hercules. Where are you off to?" Cabir barely uttered, as Manik shoved him aside and sprinted towards the elevator, like a madman.

"Manik, what the hell, what's going on? You're stepping out like this?! Dude you're hungover & there's some folks from the press still lurking outside, looking for bytes! You can't go.." however Manik had entered the elevator as it opened just in time, and didn't wait to hear Cabir's warning. Of course he was hungover, what else did Cabir think he was doing all night, after dumping Nandini with such harsh words & realising he'd lost her forever?

"The fuck!" Cabir muttered & immediately called for the next elevator & also called the reception to stall Manik till he reached him.

As Cabir reached the reception, he saw Manik throwing a fit & was almost about to strangle the lobby receptionist in his wrath.

"What do you mean my car has a puncture!? Get me another one." he screamed.

"..sir, would you like a sedan, or an SUV or a plain hatchback or one of your convertibles?" tried the receptionist gulping mildly & mentally cursing Cabir for asking her to stall Manik Malhotra when he was in his full glory.

"Woman are you serious, I mean any fucking one! Don't you get it? Fuck it, I will go and see for myself" Manik said as he started walking towards the backdoor parking entrance.

"Sorry sir, you can't go there. We are..umm..we are having pest control there. I will arrange for a car to be in the driveway, please give me a minute?" The poor staff stuttered as Manik held his breath and glared at her.

The receptionist faked a call and pretended to hold, while looking for Cabir, and when he arrived, she sighed in relief seeing him. He nodded at her & she immediately called for Manik's car. In a few minutes, as Manik ran to the car & dismissed the chauffeur and was about to open the driver's door, Cabir blocked him and took the seat, while motioning for him to join in the passenger's seat.

"Cabir, what the fuck!" he snarled.

"I will drive you wherever you need to hurry to. You're not going alone. Also, if you want to throw a fit & argue, please know you're losing precious time" he said testily & Manik glared at him, before jumping onto the passenger's seat, without delay.