A member of the mafia, Nawab, falls prey to the temptation of wooing a woman during a mission outside Mumbai. Under the identity of Manik Malhotra, he meets Nandini Murthy, a walking-talking panic button, and feels undeniable attraction for her.
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Using a twisted piece of wire to tinker with the brass doorknob, Cabir gave a final nudge jamming into the locking mechanism and clicking the main door open. The break of dawn and its accompanying rays flooded into the balcony of the studio apartment, reflected from the floor, and basked on them, livening the entire area up.
Their group disappeared through the entrance and branched into different directions while Nawab came in as its last occupant and tactfully shut the door without a sound.
So this was where the bastard lived...
Signs of commonality reeked from its interiors with the drab cushions, mismatched furniture, and vitrified tiling, screaming how far Harshad was from the eliteness they were usually exposed to. And how could he even reap its rewards, if he was such a snake and turned tables as and when he pleased?
What had the Professor even seen in him to recruit him?
Cabir and Alia rummaged through cabinets, drawers, and shelves both in the kitchen area and living spaces. On the other hand, Mukti who was picking at sofa cushions threw them behind to a clueless Dhruv who ripped each of them apart to find their object of interest – that damned SD card.
Nawab begrudgingly headed towards an opening in the wall where the bed was placed and his movement was tracked by both Mukti and Dhruv, distracting them from the task at hand. Navya... he was dating Nandini's friend Navya while double-timing Mukti; not an ounce of loyalty was in the lizard's blood.
With unexpected force, he stripped the bedspread hauling it as if it was Harshad himself, hoping to unravel other dirty secrets through physical strength as he swung and paused in the process, suddenly breathing heavily.
On a bed of a similar size, he had abandoned a lady who trusted him with everything she had, so much so that had he gone ahead with her plan, he would have succeeded in the challenge he posed to his friends, and it subsequently would've ended like other flings of his and died a natural death – that was his zone of familiarity.
That weird longing ache for the presence of a woman was unchartered territory.
Although he had initially brushed off the palpitations as a result of skipping his usual drug the previous night, his surprisingly well-rested body was hinting towards a suggestion infinitely more dangerous. And with an irrevocable flash, he recognised something had shifted within him.
He firmly pressed his temples with a free hand, exhaling with controlled strain while the other fisted the sheet as tightly as possible, crumpling it in his grip. Oh dear, what the hell had he just gotten himself into?
Interpreting his silence as something amusing, Mukti eagerly asked, "Mila kya?" She almost made up her mind to ditch her current task and go examine his findings herself.
