MaNan 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...
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It's been so fucking long since Manik is sober. And he hated it.
Manik felt like he died. But no way in a fucking hell because he felt absolute pain when he opened his eyes and saw everything white.
The back of his head hurt where he got hit by a metal baseball bat, his stomach had a hole where he got stabbed and his whole body felt like he got run by a truck due to that drug he was shot with.
He is in a hospital bed, no surprise, with all the sickeningly white curtains and white walls. He was wrapped with bandages everywhere. Manik is not confused that he ended up in a hospital, it looks like a small private room and no one else is there except him.
He could've died.
Manik had seen the death way too many times by now that he should be getting used to it now, he should be welcoming it now. But then he really thought he was gonna die and he really hoped he didn't because he saw Nandini walking away from him, all he wanted was to pin her back down.
There was a light knock on the door and a chuckle erupted in his broken voice, throat fucked up due to inhaling a lot of smoke. But still, it made him let out a laugh, Manik has no fucker with manners in his life who is kind enough to knock on his door.
Everyone just barges in and out or else he drags them in and out. That's it.
A minute later, he saw a fit man dressed in prim and proper formals walking inside, confident steps towards him. "You wake up? How are you now?" He questioned.
Manik looked at him blankly, "You're not Cabir", that's all he said as he stared at the guy's face which was too similar but again so different.
Cabir will not look at him like this with a distant look in his eyes, his buddy is too kind and has the same kindness in his eyes. This man doesn't have an ounce of emotion on his face.
He let out a sigh and stood in front of him, "I'm Ranbir, Cabir's older brother", he introduced himself, with his hands back and posture straight.
Manik didn't bother to pretend as he sat upright and took the syringe out of his wrist too easily and quickly, throwing the saline wire away from him. It hurt yet he stood up from his bed, "You saved me last night, why and how?" he asked him, too blunt.
Ranbir's face hardened seeing Manik's actions but he didn't move an inch to object, "Cabir is my little brother but when my parents found out he is gay and hated him for that, he left home and stopped being in touch with us. I always failed him because I was always away. I'm an ex-marine, professional assassin and hitman. Five months back, I was in Afghan and suddenly I received a call from my brother, to save you. Not to save him".
It's rude to stare but Manik stared at Ranbir for longer than a minute, the man looked broad and sturdy, with no tattoos but there were scars on him. He is much more tan than Cabir, almost brown and the look in his eyes, nothing gives away.
