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Nandini doesn't remember how and when she trained herself so good at pretending. Pretending like she doesn't give a fuck. She says to everyone and to herself a dozen or a hundred times a day that she doesn't care.
She doesn't care about her family legacy, her clan, her health and safety, morals, Mukti, and the people who care about her. She doesn't care about any of them or anything.
Maybe it's when she kept her relationship with Manik and Cabir as a secret or maybe it's when Revathi used to come home and beat her till her hands hurt.
Nandini really doesn't remember when did she started pretending like she doesn't give a fuck and she is fine. Nandini is fine and she has less fucks to give than when she used to live with Mukti.
So, ofcourse, everything is fine.
It's useful though, she doesn't have to think about Mukti. She doesn't have to think about the family she belongs to and all the crimes they do.
And mainly Nandini doesn't have to think about Manik, doesn't have to acknowledge the fact that she loved him and it still hurts.
Nandini saw the flames, the flames of his house burning.
Once it was her safe house, she ran to that place and to him when she felt like she couldn't breathe anymore. He used to be her happiness, the kisses they shared secretly were the times she used to feel the butterflies in her stomach while her heart used to calm down.
Despite all his monstrosity and muscles, Manik used to hold her like a glass doll, sometimes it hurts but it's tampered in her brain permanently.
Only if he killed her, instead of Mukti, then all of this would've been so different and simple.
Nandini hates Manik even more for not killing her.
It took her a whole five months. The revenge, planning, and finding him were all driving forces, to the point she is obsessed.
Tonight Nandini saw him in person, touched him and hurt him with her own hands.
She saw him collapsing right in front of her after five months, she had been searching for Manik and Cabir for so long. She has gone crazy so many times during the training sessions, overthinking and imagining that it's Manik, she broke the nose of her Brazilian trainer and another time she slammed Aryaman into the floor.
There are multiple times she lost it because of Manik. She did go bonkers whenever she used to channel her anger into her punches.
Life has changed. Very drastically. Like a 360-degree turn in a completely new circle.
Nandini is not weak anymore. When they see her fighting, people wonder from where she gets that energy to mess up someone's face who is larger than hers.
But Nandini is not as good as Mukti yet. She is getting there gradually, she gets good food and rest and the world's top-class medication, and check-up routines are scheduled every month once. To keep her in check, both physical and medical-wise.
It's what Senior Khurrana wanted and she agreed because it was a deal. In return, she got to choose the men she wanted in her own group and train them. So, even a one-hour therapy session sucks, Nandini just goes there and sits with her mobile, because it's ridiculous for others to think that she will open up in front of strangers. The fuck it's going to happen, nah.
Her hair is styled by professionals, top brand designers design her clothes, her cars are all imported and well-checked every day, her body is trained well like a fighter, and top chefs and nutrition doctors prepare her food.
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MaNan : Moon Light
FanfictionMaNan from Kaisi yeh yaariaan. Nandini and Manik were just teenagers when they met each other. Both of them belong to rival gangs, they don't meant to be together. But then love just happens and so they fell in love. And again, they don't have every...