In His Custody ✎ | (MaNan)

✰ 63 - can't let you go

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Nandini

I downed my third shot, in hopes that it would erase or at least numb my sensations. Especially the way my body melted into his tightly bound arms, like that was where I belonged since the beginning of time.

Like he was the sun, and my only purpose was to exist in his vicinity, his lips had sparked the shoulder they touched, breathing life into me in a way I had forgotten I could feel. Only he could do that to me, that was true, but I too had the ability to bring out a certain spectrum of difficult emotions in him. The creases on his beautiful face as he experienced catharsis, in the arms of a cursed star that he had unfortunately succumbed to, had been carved into my hazy memory.

For a solid minute, just as I had completely surrendered to him, and absorbed his tumultous affection in every form he expressed it... receiving from him... he had transformed in his compulsive attraction for me into a giver... because of his obsession. Obsession, obsession because... because we're physically attracted to each other, his voice blared somewhere near my temples.

I should have been ashamed of myself, to desire him in that dangerous way when I knew the amount of damage he could inflict. Yet, in his casted spell, I helplessly orbited like he was all I had ever known, like he was all that I needed to complete me.

Somewhere between the spinning room and my aching heart, I realised a terrifying detail about myself: Manik Malhotra could ruin me a second time, if he wished to. And perhaps I would let him, if it meant spending one entire night again in his company... by his side.

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Manik

We had not gotten to finish dancing to the song whose verses seemed especially crafted for me.

When Inaaya and the boys had returned from somewhere, neither Nandini nor I were looking at each other... despite being in each other's vicinity. I was unsure why there had been mild disappointment in Inaaya and Smaran as they passed looks between us. Had they been expecting us to be closer? It seemed plausible, in fact, looking at the entire evening's events as a whole, one could say them inviting me to their little party had been only to bring Nandini and I closer.

By their return, Inaaya had been tipsy and neither Nandini nor I had any inclination to participate in the party so the entire group decided to disband. From the corner of my eye, I noted that the woman in my life was being side-hugged by Inaaya for both their stability as they slouched against Smaran's car, mumbling something to each other. I did not like how at ease she was around someone who was not me.

I had come all the way for her. With nothing else to do, and nowhere else to be in that city, there was nobody else I even wanted to see.

I darted to the group who were sorting out cab splits. "I can take care of – I mean, arrange something for her," I gestured at Nandini as the impulsive words played their part. Smaran's lips curved, but he did not want to seem too delighted. It was also possible that he had caught on to the retreats from her side multiple times in the night.