The next morning was a day off so I was not planning on getting up till afternoon but of course no once can let me sleep because my phone was going off the god damn chains beeping and buzzing the past hour and finally I got up
I yanked my phone from under the pillow beside me and opened my eyes to see notifications, there were emails and articles and all that. I got up and opened one of them to see what was going on
'MANIK MALHOTRA CAUGHT KISSING HIS PERSONAL ASSISTANT'
'IS MANIK MALHOTRA NOT AN ELLIGIBLE BACHELOR ANYMORE'
'MANIK MALHOTRA FOUND MAKING OUT WITH PERSONAL ASSISTANT NANDINI MURTHY'
'DID NANDINI MURTHY GET THE JOB BECAUSE SHE HAS HOT SHOTS FOR HER BOSS'
Those were some of the decent article titles because the rest of them were slut shaming me. I opened another one to find pictures, fucking pictures of manik and I. Seeing those pictures anyone would assume we were kissing, it looked like it
It got worse when I started seeing all the ridiculous things I saw and how much of a fucking imbecile these people can be to make up some shit like this.
I got up and walked straight to the room on the other end of the hallway to manik's room. I knocked but there was nothing so I pushed it open and stormed inside
I knew I was a mess, god damn, I knew tears were running down my cheeks and chin.
I saw manik sleeping on his stomach in a black t shirt, the blanket covering his legs. i walked over and stood in front of his bed
"Manik" I called but nothing
"Manik" I called raising my voice a bit but nothing again
"MANIK" I screamed causing him to jerk up
as soon as his eyes opened his face covered with worry
"Whats wrong? Are you okay?" He asked
"Okay? Haha this has got to be a fucking joke. Have you seen this shit" I siad throwing my phone at his chest
He grabbed it and his eyes widened seeing all the articles
"What the fuck" he mumbles
"Exactly what the shit is going on?" I scream
"Sh relax"
"Relax? Are you shitting me? I am being called a fucking whore and being called other things I don't even know the meaning of. What the fuck is going on" I scream louder
"Nandini quiet, yelling isn't helping me think"
"Of course it fucking isn't" I mumble
He grabbed his phone and called someone while I was pacing in his room
"What the hell is going on" he asks on the phone
"No? The fuc do you mean you can't do shit. Great ya send that over" he spoke on the phone cutting the call
I looked at him being hopeful but that went down the fucking drain no actually the fcking gutter when cabir walked in with a worried face
"Woah you look cute" he said hugging me
"Cabir" I whisepred
"I know sweetie, it doesn't look too good. Its bad, I know it is but we have a solution which may help but it may not" he explains
"I am not a whore, I swear I didn't even try anything. We weren't kissing, I, we, we were just talking. You can ask manik, I swear I"
"Nandini breath" I heard manik's voice.
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Lost Without You
RomanceHe is the owner of the biggest architecture company in India. She is hired as his personal assistant. He has a past she doesn't know just like she has demons of her own he isn't aware of. They were friends when they were kids, but when they met as...
