MaNan: Tamasha (The Twisted Tale) (#multimedia)

5. What Has Happened to Me?

A/N- Sorry. I couldn't update for six days. I overused the internet and it gets renewed on 16th every month. Sorry.

MANIK'S P.O.V.

"..and if I reach Delhi tonight by twelve or... M? Are you even listening to me?" my mom asked sitting next to me while I was driving from college to home.

"Yes ma. I am." I lied as I was busy in my own thoughts.

"Then where did you take the car today?" she asked.

"Ma! Um... Mu--Mukti wanted a lift to her home. So I went to drop her first and then came back to college." I replied.

"M I saw Mukti leaving with Cabir. What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"No, there is something. You are behaving weird since you came back from wherever you went to drop God knows who back home or maybe somewhere else."

"I? No. I am normal. Do you think that I am thinking about...no one?"

"Shut up and tell me the truth."

"Ma, let me drive."

"You anyways are driving." she said and waited for me to reply but I didn't so she sighed and soon we reached our mansion.

I went to my room and laid down on my king size bed. Then, I just checked my phone and got up to take a quick shower. I stepped in the hot water waiting for me in my jacuzzi.

It felt like heaven.

I have an old habbit of imaging or recollecting stuff when I am in water alone and with the relaxing mode on. My jacuzzi seemed to have been designed for someone approximately four feet six inches tall, so the mildly hot water hit my lower ribcage - with all the force of a dripping faucet. So, I just closed my eyes and the first face I saw was of Nandini's.

She is amazing. She said on Harshad's face that she finds him irritating. She is so pretty. The best part about her is that she PLAYS ELECTRONIC GUITAR!!!! I simply adore her. She looked so cute while she held the huge for her chair in her arms to break the door and wao! I wonder from where does she gets such international ideas. I mean, shouting that I was trying to molest her? Like seriously? But, nothing can beat her face when she was behind my life asking to drive.
"Manik? You are the best! Please let me drive." she begged when I replied, "Sorry, you don't have Indian driving license." After repeating these same dialogues for like thousand of times in different forms, she finally gave up and sat frowning for a long time until I bought her ice cream and she just licked it like a child.

While I was having my Cassata and she was having her Cup of Divine Chocolate sitting inside the stationary car, she suddenly began to laugh.

"Hey, what happened?"

"Manik, I never knew you nose liked Cassata, especially the pink girly part more than you do! You are looking damm cute! This deserves a picture!" she said and took out her iPhone 6S and was just about to click my picture when I said no and tried to grab her phone. In order to grab her phone, and just in order to grab her phone, I almost leaned towards her and her hand pressed the seat adjusting liver in order grab support. It got pressed and her seat bent down and as I leaned on her, I too lost my balance and I was almost over her. Now what happened was the heights of embarrassment. Exactly at the same time, no, not a kiss, but the Ice Cream Man came to give me the change and he just turned around and said, "Shiva Shiva Shiva! Sorry! Sorry! I'll come to return money after you're done." and he broke our eye to eye contact.

I was kind of, okay, it is like a film-y screen, but I was kind of lost in her eyes. They were so deep and I was drowing in the brownish black chocolatey water which was for sure deeper than her ice cream. But that silly man!

Then, reflexively, we both got up from the awkward position and I stopped him angrily and embarrassed and said, "Bro. Give me money and dare you think something else! Okay?" he got scared by my deadly look and Nandini quickly adjusted her seat.

The next few minutes of our drive was quite silent and we soon reached her mansion which was BIGGER THAN OUR!!!!! There are only seven to eight mansions in the whole of Mumbai which is bigger than ours.

"Manik, come in na!" she offered.

"Actually, I forgot... Will you come?" I asked.

"What? Where?" she asked confused.

"I have thrown a secret mid night party at my place since mom's leaving for airport by ten and she'd go to Delhi and moreover I won one of the best football matches of my whole life as I again defeated that irritating Dhruv."

"Oh! I love to party! But, I will have to ask Chachi first. And trust me, if she allows, I'll definitely come to your place. Just text me your address."

"Okay, and if you come, do text me." I said and after Good Bye and a 'Ya sure I'll ask her' I left.

If she comes to the party, maybe it'll go something like that:
Me: Hi. So you came?
Nandini: Yes, you invited me. How could I miss it?
Me: Oh really?
Nandini: Yes.
Me: That is so sweet of you.
Nandini: Thank you. You are really looking good.
Me: Thank you and same to you.
I smile.
She smile.
And the party is just going in fast forward motion like in movies and we both are still staring each other and are lost in each others' eyes.

Oh it is going to be amazing.

By now the water was all cold and so I decided to separate from a piece of my heart. I, at first wore a regular grey coloured shirt for the party when I heard a beep of my phone.

I rushed to check it out.

YES!!!!! IT WAS FROM NANDINI!!!! SHE IS COMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I quickly went to my closet again and pulled out my second best clothes and spent 'A girl's five minutes' to set my hair.

The party is going to be so fun!