Celebrity Castaway | COMPLETE | MaNan Fiction

38| Showgirl Business

A/N: Hello my lovely readers, how are you? I see you all have enjoyed the last chapter, and have showered the chapter with a lot of love. I just wanna say thank you for that and I promise, this chapter will be a ride ;)

No more chit chat, I will leave you to read. See you on the other side!

On that note, Happy reading!

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Manik was waiting at the shoot floor, reading his scripts, for the days' sequence. His hair stylist and makeup man was fussing over him, as he sat there with a small smirk playing up his lips. Any moment now, all hell shall break loose, he mused, keeping his ears open for a certain someone's entry into the floor.

"Sir, you're ready an hour and half before call time..would you like to wait in your vanity? It's quite warm here, the anaconda AC is barely working as of now.." Rishabh Murthy's frightened voice made Manik look up from his scripts.

"So what, the anaconda is not working? You're here, boy. Get a hand fan & fan me." Manik commanded, holding back a tiny smile. He was in a great mood today. He had got what he wanted, and he knew it would make Nandini fly off the handle in rage; he was actually looking forward to it. Her, coming to attack him. There is one thing good about anger, it's an emotion and once one runs out of it, one becomes vulnerable. He wanted a vulnerable moment with Nandini, he wanted to use it to tell her to not do such shitty things with herself again. A cheap, sleazy condom ad, really? Just to get back at him? He wasn't worth it.

"Ye..yes sir" muttered Rishabh Murthy before running away as Manik waited with bated breath. About time..

As Manik heard a little squabble outside the studio, he got ready, he knew the storm was here. "..but di, please, Manik sir is ready and waiting. He..err..he is in a good mood, let's not.." Rishabh's panicked whispers sealed the deal, his tigress was here. Manik laughed. Also, now she's his Di? Seriously?

"Manik Malhotra, how fucking dare you?" In another few seconds, Nandini's raging voice reached him, and Manik coolly looked up from the scripts, nodding at her.

"Look, who's late today? If it isn't Ms. Punctual." Manik mouthed, with a twinkle in his eyes, as an exasperated looking Cabir & a thoroughly pissed Ranbir followed Nandini inside. "Nevermind, go get ready & come. I'm in a good mood, I shall indulge you today." Manik added with a sweet smile.

If looks could kill, Nandini would have Manik murdered four times, then raise him from death again and kill him a fifth time! "You fucking entitled, controlling, megalomaniac, son of a freaking misogynist!" Nandini spat with extreme disgust in her eyes. Under normal circumstances, Manik would crumple seeing this hate for him in her eyes, but not today. He would do anything to protect Nandini, like always, even take her hate. But he couldn't help feeling a little playful seeing her anger today.

"Now, now Nandini, is that how you talk to your favourite co-star?" Manik added more fuel to the fire. Nandini stared hard at Manik with a red nose, like she'd spit fire any moment, but something stopped her from physically assaulting him, maybe the fear of losing the movie, Manik wondered. Instead, she grabbed Manik's wrist with all her might and ensured she dug her freshly manicured nails right into him, before pulling him away. As Manik followed with a glaze in his eyes, onlookers would say he had gone mad, because it had been five minutes of Nandini Murthy screaming at him & now hurling him away, and yet, Manik Malhotra hadn't lost his cool. In fact he looked amused. How?

"Hey, Nandini, where are you taking him?" Manik heard Cabir, shouting after them with a bit of panic in his voice. Manik smirked. Was Cabir scared of Nandini?

"I am taking my ex-husband for a tete-e-tete, Cabir. Do you have a fucking problem?" she shouted, turning back to face Cabir. As Manik gave him a pointed look, Cabir realised he wasn't supposed to intervene, so he stopped, and even stopped Ranbir, who was hurrying to follow. What did Manik want, Cabir failed to understand. He could understand Nandin's wrath of course, but how was Manik ever going to come to her good books with such behaviour?