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

12. Hill. Ae. Rious. -_-

A/N - What's a love story without a drunk hero or heroine? This chapter is especially for Kriti, the person who commented that I could make her week by updating as fast as I could. Cheers!

NANDINI'S P.O.V.

I, finally, I drove to my home. I, Manik, Cabir and Mukti, all four of us wanted to drive. So we decided to race till the car and whosoever wins would drive the car. And see! They were all in jeans and T-shirt (even Tomboy Mukti) and I was in Ghagra-choli and guess what? I WON! Now it's me who is swinging my hands to Iggy Azalea and Charlie XCX's

I'm so fancy....

You already know...

I'm in the first lane

From Ellie to Tokyo!

Poor people! They are so burnt!!!! I won!!!! It is so fun in making your true friends jealous.... It's the best feeling in the world to tease them... The thought of them now make me smile... Especially Manik... Not even a month at S.P.A.C.E. and I already feel that I belong here.

All thanks to Mr. Bear!

I thought and began to laugh. All of the three other members stared and me and asked me whether I've gone insane!

Mukti, who was a devil enough to not let Manik sit in front and sit in front herself, even took out Crocine from her bag and said, "Take this. You'll not go insane. After all, Crocine is the cure for every disease in India, right?"

Cabir laughed it.

True, Crocine is considered to the ‘jugadu ilaaj’ for all kinds of illnesses though it should be used only for fever, cold and in emergencies.

“By the way, you didn't tell us what you were laughing at.” said Manik and a smirked wickedly.

“Oh that... You know, I remembered the day when I came here... I met a be---"

"WE GOT IT! Thanks."

"No we didn't."

"Yes."

"Nope."

"NANDU FOCUS ON DRIVING!" said Cabir and I quickly looked in front.

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"Nice home Nandu... Never knew you were this rich!" said Cabir looking at the celling.

"Thanks."

"Forgot us?" came Aaryaman's voice and I turned around to find him and a girl, I presume Navya. Navya was looking good. She was like the normal college going girl. Neither was she too tomboyish or girly, nor was she too traditional. She wore a blue denim with a white top. Simple and sober are the perfect words to describe her.

"NAVU!" exclaimed Manik and went and hugged her. Then Mukti and Cabir too hugged her and when she saw me, she said, "Hi. You must be Nandini. I have heard a lot about you. Nice meeting you."