He is sturborn.
She is calm.
He is rude and arrogant.
She is humble and loving.
He can be described in one word as MONSTER.
She can be described in one word as ANGEL.
Both are poles apart yet together.
Secret and long distance relationship.
He says...
As Navya left the hospital, Nandini sat back in her chair, her cheeks flushed as she smiled softly, lost in the lingering warmth of the memories she had just shared. Her mind drifted further into that unforgettable night, her heart racing as she recalled what had happened next after they stepped inside Paradise Point.
Flashback,
The night had been magical, with the stars shimmering brightly above and the moonlight casting a soft glow on the villa’s facade. Nandini remembered standing at the entrance, her breath catching at the sight before her. The gate was beautifully decorated with marigolds and roses, their vibrant colors standing out against the night’s darkness. She could tell that Manik had put a lot of thought into every detail—it looked just like a traditional Indian home welcoming its family for the first time.
A small silver pot filled with rice sat on the ground near the entrance, and the sight made her eyes well up. It was a ritual she’d seen countless times but never imagined experiencing in such a personal way. She turned to Manik, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, and found him watching her intently, his expression soft and loving.
“Manik… you did all this?” she asked, her voice choked with emotion.
Manik nodded, a gentle smile spreading across his face. “Of course,” he said softly, stepping closer. “It’s our home, Nandini. I wanted it to feel right. I wanted it to feel like… us.”
Nandini bit her lip, trying to hold back her tears, but they slipped free, trailing down her cheeks. Manik reached out, gently brushing them away with his thumb. “Hey,” he whispered, his voice tender. “No tears, remember? Only smiles tonight.”
Manik squeezed her hand, his thumb gently caressing her knuckles. “Come on,” he said, gesturing to the pot of rice. “Time for the Graha Pravesh. Kick the rice, just like in the movies.”
Nandini chuckled through her tears, nodding as she lifted her foot and gently kicked the pot. The rice scattered across the threshold, a symbolic welcome into their new home. Nandini looked up at Manik, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. He took her hand again, intertwining their fingers as they stepped inside together, crossing the threshold as one.
Once inside, Manik turned to her, his eyes twinkling. “Ready for the grand tour?” he asked playfully.
Nandini nodded eagerly, her excitement bubbling over. “Absolutely.”
They walked through the house hand in hand, and Nandini marveled at every detail. The living room was spacious and tastefully decorated, with soft lighting and cozy furniture that made it feel inviting and warm. There were photographs of them scattered throughout the room—snapshots of their travels, their laughs, their quiet moments. Each picture told a story, a chapter of their journey together.
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