So, don't you think that we are all bored by the monotonous love stories of the cool guy Manik and the sweet 'Swami Nathan' type Nandini?
So, here is a twisted tale of our very own favourite MaNan where Manik and Nandini are in a complete different...
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NANDINI'S P.O.V.
"Even I am sorry Manik." I said as I opened my eyes after completing my song.
"You sing really good." he said to me with a smile which I missed like hell.
"Thank you thank you. I know." I said with all the swag I had.
"We were so stupid that we were fighting on something so useless."
"True."
"We both should understand that your Chachi is not accurate. I mean, how can she call my dad a murderer? Huh, we both are so stupid."
"My Chachi? Manik... You too can accept that your dad is wrong."
"Nandini... Nandu don't start this again. Let's just live with the fact that your Chachi is incorrect as being a liar is better than being a murderer."
"Oh please Manik! Chachi cannot lie on such a big topic! Get that thing in your brain."
"IF YOUR CHACHI ISN'T LYING, IT MEANS THAT YOU TOO THINK THAT MY DAD IS A MURDERER." he shouted.
"NO! SHUT THE F*CK UP!"
Things began to heat up again. Then Manik did something he shouldn't have done.
He pushed a chair in anger. Of course I know he didn't wanted to hit me, but the chair came in my direction. Of course I wasn't hit by the chair because it wasn't directed towards me, but this thing made me furious.
"Yo-you threw a chair at me? Now watch!" I said and pushed the same chair towards him creating a pinching voice.
Soon we both were glaring at each other and then the door broke down. Mukti and Aaryaman entered and tried to cool down things. But we both were shouting on each other like mad people.
Mukti was holding me back while Aaryaman was holding Manik back. Soon Mukti managed to pull me out of the room and she shouted, "Nandini enough! Stop behaving like a kid!"
I was too angry to understand anything so I just glared at her, set my hand free and left. I went to the fire exit and for some reason, I was becoming more and more angry. I could literally feel myself turning maroon with anger.
MANIK'S P.O.V.
"What the hell Manik couldn't you behave like sensible people!?!" shouted Aaryaman.
"Why can't she be sensible? I mean, they were even your relatives, but you understand that I cannot believe that my dad's a murderer so you don't say anything. Why can't she turn into a smart head?"
"Well she can't because she has never been that way. But Manik, you are sensible. You should behave like that. And forget all that. Just remember that you love her. You both look so happy with each other and we all can't see you fighting." Aaryaman said in a dragging voice.
