Manik: "Life doesn't come with choices; it comes with responsibilities. You live it on your terms or get buried under someone else's."
Nandini: "Love is a word people use too lightly, a hollow promise made to be broken. I've never believed in it, an...
I loved her, not because she was perfect, but because she was real, broken, and beautiful in every way that mattered.
Manik’s POV,
I swear I’m going to kill Cabir and Dhruv.
“Guys, seriously. Just shut up.” I snapped, ruffling my already-messed-up hair in frustration.
But that only encouraged them.
“Look at him, Dhruv,” Cabir grinned, dramatically clutching his chest. “Romeo is dying to see Juliet!”
“Yeah,” Dhruv added with a fake pout. “Poor Manik. First night after officially going public and boom—thrown out of his own room.”
I groaned loudly and kicked the leg of the sofa. “They said it’ll take fifteen minutes. It’s been an hour! What are they doing? Giving her a makeover or building a goddess from scratch?”
Cabir wiggled his eyebrows. “I mean… have you seen Nandini? She already is a goddess, bro.”
That shut me up. Because… well, true.
But my patience was wearing thinner by the second. It was already evening, and here I was—banned from entering my own damn room because my wife was getting ready.
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I had waited for this day for what felt like eternity. Seeing Nandini officially by my side—no more secrets, no more hiding. Just her. Me. Us.
And now?
Thrown out. Like, I was the distraction.
I stood up suddenly, ignoring Cabir’s snickering.
“That’s it. I’m done waiting.”
“Uh oh,” Dhruv muttered.
“He’s going rogue,” Cabir declared with fake horror.
“I’m going to my room,” I growled, marching down the hallway like a man on a mission. “If they want to kill me for it, fine.”
I reached the door and knocked. Firmly.
No response.
I knocked again—louder. “Alya! Mukti! Navya! Open the door!”
Still nothing.
I sighed and leaned my forehead against the door. “Guys, come on,” I said, softening my voice. “Please. I just want to see her. It’s not fair. She’s my wife.”
There was a pause. Then muffled giggles.
“Manik, stop being so dramatic!” Alya’s voice came from the other side. “You’ll see her in five minutes.”
“I don’t have five minutes!” I protested. “I’ve already died ten times imagining her in whatever outfit she’s wearing!”
