MaNan from Kaisi yeh yaariaan.
Nandini and Manik were just teenagers when they met each other. Both of them belong to rival gangs, they don't meant to be together. But then love just happens and so they fell in love.
And again, they don't have every...
whoever is predicting plot and saying it's boring, i hope you don't enjoy this story anymore ♥️💗
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Manik Malhotra has always thought how unwelcoming police stations looked.
Sure, it may look scary for criminals, the threat of spending a night in the cell could be foreboding, but what of victims who wanted to make a complaint? If Manik is a victim - a big, fat hypothetical if - he wouldn't want to walk into that grey concrete box or wants to talk to anyone inside it.
Besides, it's rare find to the good cops who are not corrupted. The ones worthy of his attention were out on the streets. It's disgusting, at least Manik is on front a criminal and he owns up to his shit, unlike these officers who takes money from everyone and hides behind their stupid uniforms.
Ranbir said Manik doesn't need to come here but he came here anyways, on a simple whim. Manik often did things he didn't want to, just because, meaningless. Perhaps it was because knowing no one could ever force him to do anything was kind of boring.
Manik dropped the cigar on the ground and crushed it under his heel, his suit perfect on him as he fixed the rolex tighter on his wrist.
The automatic doors of the police station opened and Manik stepped through, patent leather shoes clacking on the floor. His expensive suit matched his new position, the female receptionist behind the desk looked up and couldn't look away. She looks young, around his age, her cheeks got red as she watch him approached.
"Raman?" he asked.
Like clockwork, the blush infused over her prominent cheekbones and she visibly took a deep breath before answering. "He's in Room 505, sir. May I take a name?"
"No, you may not. I'll find my way there," Manik walked around the desk, trailing his fingers along the wooden surface.
The receptionist completely forgot there was an alarm under her desk to press in situations like this. She just watched him leave, her ears getting redder by the minute. He didn't even spared a glance back at her as he left.
His smile disappeared as he stepped into the elevator. He studied himself in the mirror with a scowl. He didn't recognize the elegantly dressed, polished man in the reflection. He preferred dusty leather and combats. But from now on, there would only be more suits to don.
Manik fixed his shirt collar where the top of a violent love bite was showing up. He touched it gingerly, wondering what was his sunshine thinking when she bite on his neck as he forced her to stay in his lap on that night in her basement. The mark is starting to fade and that just added to his frustration, he needs her back, soon. Very soon. Patience has never been his strong trait.
The elevator doors dinged and Manik spun around to come face-to-face with Raman. He snapped his fingers. "Oh my god, exactly the person I was looking for!" he exclaimed, affecting an air of mock surprise.
