Kaisi yeh Yaariyan Season 3

Chapter 120

They were travelling in the same auto but Nandini facing the left, and Manik looking out of the right side. Funnily though, neither made an effort to move their respective hand, when they accidentally rubbed against each other, every time the autowallah pressed the brake at a traffic signal. Manik was pissed off and he left no bones to show it. Nandini wasn't any better, but she was determined to stand firm on her ground, no matter how many tantrums he threw. If she said they had to go to his house one last time, they had to.

He loved her silly, but these sudden bursts of whimsical stubbornness left him upset and angry. What could possibly be a logical reason for her to drag him to the house he had been kicked out of less than 20 hours ago. And as if that wasn't odd enough, she was carrying this suitcase with God knows what lurking inside it. After such a blessed moment at her house, amidst her family, she simply road-rolled his mood by mentioning and then forcing him to come along to his house-until-yesterday.

The outside air was cool with dashes of intermittent warmth engulfed him from time to time. It was a little after office time and so the traffic was relatively sparse. He looked across the street towards the road side vendors, selling a variety of food items. And the compelling aroma of batata vada, poha and ganne ka juice (sugarcane juice) that filled up the mid-morning air, almost made him salivate. This felt so alien to him, these smells and sights and feels, and it struck him as odd because he had grown up in the by lanes of this very city, and yet he had never really seen this side of it, the way he was seeing it today. The world looks mighty different from within the tainted glasses of a temperature controlled sedan and the only thing you ever get to inhale, is the artificial fragrance of a factory manufactured air freshener. He could as well have grown up in Delhi or Bangalore and still be just as clueless as he was right now. Maybe travelling by auto every once in a while wasn't so bad after all.

When the auto reached his prior address, & they descended, he stood put at the gate, refusing to budge a step inside. He thought, his refusing to carry that suitcase would somehow dissuade her from walking in, but it didn't. Even though he didn't like it, he had to appreciate her iron determination. He saw how she was bending over, to balance out that gigantic piece of luggage which didn't even have roller wheels, and for a second, felt like running after her and snatching that thing off her dainty hands, but the thought of facing his father again, froze his legs on the spot.

Nandini knew Mr. Malhotra would be home. Typical egotistical man, she knew he would be waiting for Manik to return & surrender. But that wasn't happening in a lifetime. She rang the bell, letting out a silent prayer. One of the servants opened the door and she didn't even have to ask for him. He was right there on the sofa, twisting his knuckles.

The moment she stepped in, his eyes hovered across to her and the anxiousness in them turned into acute anger, for a brief second before he hastily pulled over the veil of practiced ease.

He got up from the sofa and was just about to say something when Nandini interrupted "I just came back to return something."

Had they broken up? He wondered. As per his calculations they indeed should have because gold digger Nandini had no gold to dig anymore.

"Actually Manik gifted me these expensive designer clothes for our engagement. But I won't need them anymore." She added and took a deliberate pause, just long enough to give him some sadistic pleasure before snatching it back from him.

"Oh I see, but what happened!!!??" He enquired in a tone that sounded less like a question and more like mockery. "You called it off? Aren't you getting engaged to him anymore? I thought your relationship was up for keeps..the way he chose you over everything else...I knew it would fizzle out, but had not imagined..it would happen so fast. You are actually smart." He replied in polished english as his lips curved into a smile. He experienced the same kind of satisfaction that he often felt after cracking million dollar deals.