Kaisi yeh Yaariyan Season 3

Chapter 89

It was close to midnight by the time Manik finally reached home. His neighbourhood was eerily quiet, except for a few stray cars here and there. He went upstairs and took a long shower in cold water. After the chilly weekend amidst the pretty hills in Panchgani, Mumbai felt like a furnace. Taking his newly acquired guitar, Manik settled in his balcony, looking over the pool, as the water, shimmered away like liquid silver under the full moon night.

After an eternity of living life like a nomad, he was finally at peace within the safe confines of a place he could call home. What makes a house, home is not the four walls or the things you stuff in it, it's the memories you have made there, the knowing that no matter how far you travel, this is where your journey will end.

The moment he put his fingers to the strings, a deep sense of calm took over him. He was expecting some awkwardness, some hiccups...a few notes out of tune. That's how it was bound to be, rust settles on anything left unused for a while and he was fully prepared to polish it away.

But when none of that happened & music started gliding through his fingers, like it had never ceased flowing, he realized, some connections are meant to be divine! Like you can never teach someone, how to breathe because its instinctive. Music to him was just like the air...as if he was born to do it, as if it flowed in his veins and much like blood, it kept his heart beating. It kept him alive, it always had no matter what else went on in and around his life.

And then his thoughts inevitably hovered around Nandini. It felt the same way loving her, it gave him the same peace. Three years, two continents and innumerable obstacles later, his love for her had only ever increased. So much could have happened, their paths could have never intersected again, but he wasn't surprised or even thankful that they did, this was meant to be... this is the only way it was meant to be.

That also led him to reflect upon the sudden meeting he just had with Ranbir. Ranbir was in all practicality a stranger, to them and especially to him. Except for his face, which was fortunately or unfortunately his bestie's, did he really know anything about that guy? Yet, of all his friends, he went to Ranbir to share the most closely guarded secret of his life. And the sense of comfort he felt, knowing Ranbir was with him in this, was simply unparalleled.

It could have been Dhruv or Alya or Mukti but it was Ranbir, who had forced Nandini to reveal everything to him. Yes it seemed tough at that time, to swallow the truth, to get acquainted to your shady past through someone else, but having lived through that pain, he now believed it was the best thing Ranbir could have done for him. Truth, no matter how badly it burns, eventually heals with time. Lies on the other hand are like quick sand. One moment you are all happy and the very next the sand below your feet shifts and you are sucked into a bottomless pit.

Manik checked the time in his cell, it was well past two. Nandini would be fast asleep, the poor girl was already asleep when he literally forced her home. But he couldn't stop himself from sending her a message.. He was missing her a bit too much.

"I miss you cotton." he typed and added a kissing smilie not quite expecting to get a reply, not at least within 2 seconds flat.

And so when his cell did buzz back to life, his lips, on their own drew into a smile. "Pehle Tipsy and now Cotton!!!??? why? Why don't you ever call me sweetheart or jaan or u know the usual names?"

"Because you are special and I am not boring like your typical cheesy guys!"

"Really, so what does cotton mean?"

"Cotton means rui dumbo..never knew you are such a dumbo..btw why are u still awake?"

"I know cotton means dumbo mr. Super not-so-intelligent. But the last time I looked into the mirror I was a girl..when did I reincarnate & of all things into cotton?"