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...
The soft morning light streamed through the curtains of Manik’s room as he paced around, his eyes darting to the clock every few minutes. His hands fidgeted, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt, smoothing down his hair, and straightening his collar. He was dressed immaculately, but something in his demeanor was restless, anxious. Manik Malhotra, who was usually so confident and composed, was finding it hard to keep calm.
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Neyonika, who had been watching him with amusement from the doorway, exchanged a knowing glance with Raj. She stepped into the room, smiling gently. "Manik, darling, why are you so nervous?" she asked, her voice light and teasing.
Manik looked at her, letting out a small groan. "Mom, I don't know! It’s just… it feels different. I mean, we're just going to fix the date today, but I feel like it's a bigger deal than that."
Raj chuckled, walking over to his son and placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Son, Her mother has accepted you. What else could possibly go wrong?"
Manik ran a hand through his hair, still pacing. "I don’t know, Dad. I guess it’s just the thought of it becoming real—official. Like, once the date is set, there’s no going back. It’s happening."
Raj and Neyonika exchanged a soft smile. "That’s how weddings work, son," Raj said, his tone playful but understanding. "It’s a big step, I get it. But you’ve been waiting for this, right? You’ve already fought so many battles for this moment."
Manik nodded, exhaling slowly. "Yeah, I guess so."
From the hallway, Alya’s voice cut through the air, full of amusement. "Oh my God, Manik! You’re acting like you’re going on a first date or something!"
Manik turned to see Alya, Dhruv, Mukti, and Abhimanyu standing at the doorway, grinning at him. Alya had her arms crossed, shaking her head at him in disbelief, while Mukti had a sly smile on her face.
Dhruv walked over and threw his arm around Manik’s shoulders. "Relax, bro," he said with a chuckle. "It’s just fixing the date. You’re already the groom, remember?"
"Exactly!" Mukti chimed in, laughing. "It’s not like Nandini’s going to suddenly change her mind now."
Manik shot her a look, but he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. "Thanks for the support, guys," he said dryly.
Abhimanyu, who had been quietly watching from the side, stepped forward with a grin. "You know, Manik, this is just the beginning. The actual wedding day is going to be ten times more nerve-wracking. If you’re this jittery now, I can’t wait to see you on the big day."
Manik groaned, shaking his head. "Great, thanks for that, Abhi. Really calming."
Everyone laughed, the teasing lightening the mood in the room. Alya clapped her hands together, her voice filled with excitement. "Alright, enough picking on the groom-to-be. We’ve got a big day ahead, so let’s get going! Nandini’s family is waiting."
