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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So it had come to this... she was going to make herself bait to save her friend from danger.
Manik's hand had detached from her round cheek and dropped to the space between her jaws and shoulders, where a lock of hair cloaked her neck. Between every hasty breath of his, Nandini's inviting lips, that were emphasised perfectly by the scattered candles in the area, and her trance-like glimmering eyes were insolently sized up with a lingering roguish possessiveness.
Nandini's soul had skipped out of her body. It was not supposed to enchant her, but if his plan was to charm her, he knew exactly what he was doing. The icy metal on Nandini's back was her only reminder that she was still a physical part of Earth, and had not transcended into the magical plights of an afterlife. What she was considering doing was so wrong, but it was the only way she could right his wrongs.
Gently, her cuffed hand had come in contact with his hanging one, wrapped around his fingers, and snapped him back to his senses.
He stared at it, the negligible gap between them, and then her once again as he relentlessly backed off. His Adam's apple, that was in her direct line of sight, sprung as if he had painfully swallowed.
"Umm... Uh... You should – um – eat something."
Sidelining her own palpitations, she sought his cuffed wrist and slipped his hand into her hold properly the second time, tracing his banded finger. He paused, but showed signs of resistance until she batted her eyelashes as him, then he was clean bowled.
Gorgeous swipes of wispy, wavy hair perfectly framed his stunning features. Manik had somehow appeared exactly like the man she swiped on, not the Manik she had been with or around. No bushy hair, no well-trimmed stubble. It was as if someone had walked into his life and changed him completely. Shielding herself from that strain of having foregone him, she intently watched him without breaking down.
