Hold On My Heart (Complete)

Epilogue

Nandini's POV

I am eight months pregnant... Time really flies like the wind. I’m feeling so many emotions all at once. My tummy is out now, and honestly, I look kind of funny.

Manik and I are still not together, but he’s taking care of me in every possible way—making the excuse that it's for the baby. It’s a boy, and I’m happy because I always wanted a son.

I don’t know when or how, but I’ve forgiven Manik. He doesn’t know this though. He never asked me to come back because he knows I won’t.

I know it wasn’t his fault. It was Abhi behind everything. But still, I can’t forget what I’ve been through. It’s not easy at all.

Abhi and Mukti are now in New York. They left three months ago and will never come back. Manik lives alone now, just like I do.

Navya and Cabir are now a couple. Please don’t ask how and when, because I was just as shocked as anyone when they made it official. But I’m happy for Navya. Cabir is a nice guy and will take good care of her.

I came out of my thoughts when the door knocked. I opened it to see Mr. Malhotra.

"Good evening, lady," he said, and I rolled my eyes, going back inside. He closed the door and sat on the bed.

"How are you?"

"Fine."

"Mood swings?" he asked.

"No."

"Not yet?" he asked again.

"Why do you want me to have mood swings, Manik?"

"Because I want to fulfill all your demands. I’m dying for those days."

I smiled, but he couldn’t see me since my back was facing him.

"Oh really? But unfortunately, you’ll keep waiting, because I am never going to have mood swings," I said.

"Oh Nandini, don’t do this to me," he said, falling dramatically on the bed.

"You know you are mad."

"Yes, I know I am."

"Then go and get yourself checked, Manik. I don’t want my son to be like you," I said, then instantly regretted it. Shit.

"Boy?" he asked.

"What boy? I said baby."

"No, you said boy."

"No Manik, I said baby!" I insisted as he came in front of me.

"You said boy, I’m sure."

"You really need a doctor for your ears as well," I said, avoiding eye contact.

"What name have you thought of for your boy?" he asked sarcastically.

"My boy? So, you don’t want him?"

"See! I told you—you said boy only!"

"You’re impossible!" I threw a pillow at his face, and he laughed.

"And you’re fat," he said. I turned to glare at him.

"What did you just say?"

"Aren’t you? Look at your tummy—it’s out now, and you’re becoming chubby day by day."

"Manik Malhotra, you are dead!" I shouted and ran toward him.

"Watch out, Nandini! Stop running," he said, running to the other side of the bed.

"Then you stop running too!" I shouted.

"Okay baby, okay! I’ve stopped," he said, raising his hands in surrender.