Mission Manik Malhotra - A MaNan FF [Completed]

Prologue

''He'll be here any moment now.. Will talk to you later.'' I spoke hurriedly into my Bluetooth headset . I took out the little compact mirror from my clutch and glanced at my reflection - straightened hair, smokey eyes and rich pink shade of lipstick. Perfect. Next, I smoothed out any crease in my pink crop top and lace shorts. My broken heel held in hand, I stared into the blackness of the night impatiently.

Hi, I'm teen detective Nandini Murthy. I'm an 18 year old high school graduate who has dropped out of academics to pursue detective work for more action. My parents, Vivek and Ragini Murthy, both renowned scientists had died years ago in a horrific car crash, the details of which are still not known. Growing up with my uncle, defense attorney Mr Rajiv Kumar, I always had a sharp sense of observation and keen interest in solving mysteries. He provided me with full support, on coming to know my decision of dropping out of academics, and helped me setup a private detective agency. He had full trust on my sleuthing abilities. In just 3 days of setting up the agency, my first client, Mrs Nyonika Malhotra , arrived.

Dressed in a red knee length wrap dress paired with high heels, and with a slender figure and flawless complexion, I was surprised when she told me she was 43 and single. She was the principal of the largest music academy, here in Mumbai - SPACE and informed me that a drug racket was going on in her college, led by a 3rd year student Manik Malhotra. She wanted me to follow him like a shadow in the guise of a student of SPACE, and keep her updated on each action of his, so that evidence against him could be gathered and she could take required action. I was surprised that she wanted me for a case like this, but she reported that the boy was a very slick criminal, who left behind no clues. He carried out his work very finely, but she had anyhow come to know of it through a student. Yet, there was no solid proof.

''Maam, I will gather all background information on this boy and then start investigation'' I informed her.
''No.. I have already collected all his background information for you. You just have to start following him from tomorrow.'' She responded in her posh accent, and handing me a file, left my office. She hadn't given me any time to get a headstart on the case, but I decided to work with what I have for now.
I opened the file and browsed the contents. I quickly summarised the basic information I got of him from the file she had handed me.

Name : Manik Malhotra. Age : 21. A very talented singer, who has participated and won many huge music competitions. He stays in Mumbai in a huge villa on the wealth of his rich Pune-based banker dad, Pankaj Malhotra.

I joined SPACE the very next day wearing as simple clothes as possible, so that I would be least noticeable. I was blown over when I first saw him in real life - he was a tall Greek God replica - with his gorgeous almond-shaped intense pair of eyes, long nose, chiselled jawline and a fit body. He was rude, ruthless and reserved except with three people - of whom I came to know in the days I followed him. He was very protective of these three, and anyone who dared to mess with them had to face his wrath.

The first was Alya Saxena, a stylish and social butterfly kind of a girl, who could bite when needed. She took no nonsense and had a very haughty personality.

The second was Dhruv Vedant, a soft-spoken and shy guy who spoke no more than was needed. Manik protected him the most, and I noticed a very brotherly and affectionate bond between the two.

The third was Cabir Dhawan. He was a complete prankster and followed no rules. He loved fooling around and was in a relationship with a pretty-looking, and from what I made out, simple girl Navya Naveli.

Unfortunately, Manik hardly interacted with anyone else, and it was extremely difficult gathering anything of substance against him. I tried eaves-dropping on his conversations and following him around but nothing hinted him being involved in any sort of illegal activities. I decided it was time to get to know him at a personal level. I had concluded - He was way too crafty and wily. After days of tracking his daily routine, I came to know that every Saturday night, at 12, he partied at Golden Rose Bar and Lounge. That's how I ended up here, waiting for him. To attract his attention, I stood alone in the dark road, with these skimpy clothes and a broken heel. I'm aiming to look very attractive in this attire and I hope he does take notice of me. My plan was to party with him, get to know him a little personally and probably even spike his drink if he was being difficult.

'VROOM!!' a loud noise broke my track of thoughts. I turned to the source of sound. It was Manik Malhotra, looking sinfully hot on his bike, with a leather jacket and spiked up hair.

My hormones better stay in their limits. I'm on a mission. Mission Manik Malhotra.