Kaisi yeh Yaariyan Season 3

Chapter 63

So much for Nandini wanting to cook for him. The kitchen was a big mess, with the marinated chicken on one side and half cut vegetables on the other. The chopping board had become a mini pool of blood and both of them felt like throwing up. Together they cleaned all the mess. No, clean would be the wrong word, Manik just about packed everything which included the utensils , veggies and the chicken, tied them up in a huge polybag, and stuffed the bag into the trash bin. Cleaning was not even an option for him and there was no way he would even let her touch any of it again.

"Listen you are not cooking ever again. You will get food parceled every single day, I promise you that." Old habits die hard.

"I wasn't born a millionaire Manik."

"I was and you will listen to what I say."

"No I can't and I won't. I will be careful hence forward."

"Why do you have to argue on every single thing. What if you land up with something like this again, especially when I am not around."

"I promise you, I will be careful. I don't care if you were born a millionaire, the day you BECOME a millionaire in your own right, I will not cross that line there." She pointed at the kitchen door.

One more reason, why he loved her was her sense of self-righteousness. While one of the many causes he attracted women like magnet, was that he was filthy rich, but to her, it made no difference whatsoever.

"Ok miss Murthy, I get your point. Now go and get a shower, your dress is stained with blood. Agli baar se itna khoon girane ka showk ho to sign up for blood donation, at least you will save a life." He was still mad at her for the freak accident.

Nandini looked at her kurti and it gave her creeps. She had indeed lost a lot of blood. She quietly nodded and turned to leave when he called her.

"U r such a dumbo" He took her arm and wrapped a plastic around her bandaged finger to prevent it from getting wet. "Abhi bhigo deti ise.."

Every little thing he was doing for her, was only intensifying her guilt further. A part of her hated herself. But she had to live with it.

"I will order some food from outside. Hopefully, day time mein to they will have the restaurants open."

She couldn't care less, at least on her part.

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She stayed longer than usual in the shower, that too under the ice cold water. This was so unlike her because for as long as she could remember, she had a problem with cold water. It gave her tingling nerves and tattering teeth. But today she needed it to cool the raging fire in her head. Anger, frustration, guilt, remorse, it was one heck of a cocktail that wouldn't let her think straight unless she found a way to drain it out of her system and she had to do it because she couldn't possibly show it to Manik and trouble the already troubled fellow.

Two days! In just two days she had given him the shock of his life, made him take her to the hospital, accused him with all sorts of hurtful words, didn't let him eat or sleep, made him stay up to nurse her, forced him to remember his painful past and finally like a cherry on top, she had had this not so small accident, scaring the daylights out of him. So much for Love, huh!

Putting on her skirt had been a cake walk but she had no idea it would be this difficult to hook this damn thing. 5 minutes, yes she had been trying for over 5 minutes and every time her plastic wrapped finger would slip away. If she continued doing this for couple of more times, she was damn sure the sore thing would break open and there would be another round of bloodshed. While personally she didn't give two hoots to either her finger or the possible blood loss, she didn't want to create another scene. The poor boy had already had enough. He deserved some peace. But then the alternative was no less dangerous and the mere thoughts made her blush cheek to cheek. She pulled a towel over her, waist up, opened the bathroom door and peeped out.