MaNan SS : To Die For

~One~

Nandini's POV

He smelt of jasmine, and tasted of cranberry. As he moved forward, my heartbeats escalated and jumped in somersaults. I'd never felt so much. My legs were wobbly. I knew, whatever we had was wrong. He was married to Shanaya. She loved him, but may he didn't. I was someone he always wanted. He was a billionaire and I was nothing.

He approached me. His cologne drove me crazy. His sinister smirk got me mesmerized. I felt alive. As he moved forward, his cologne was being magnified. There was just an inch distance between us. My lips quivered and a wide broad smirk plastered over his face. He knew, once he would do so, all my resistance would crumble to dust. I would no longer be in control. I'd be submerged in his persona. He smirked analyzing my every move, as I wobbled under his passionate gaze. I was dying. I was turning to an ember, an ember he would blaze off.

"Manikkkk", I whispered seductively, trying to gauge his reaction.

"You know Nandini, what you mean to me? You're a flower and I'm driven towards your smell. You're Honey, so delectable, that I want to lick every inch of it. You're like my shooting star, which have fallen just to complete my wishes", his gaze fallen steeply on my curves and I was blushing profusely.

"But I'm another woman, in your life", my voice was now just a hollow whisper. I whined, just like my heart.

"And you're the only woman, I'll ever want", That was the breaking point of my patience.

I grabbed his head and immediately shoved my tongue, smashing our lips together. We meddled it under the heated passion. Our tongues wrote a story. We had never felt so much before. He was ruining me. He was ruining me, like the way, I was never before. He swiftly entered his tongue inside, as moaned. He tasted me, like I was his favorite cranberry juice. He devoured me. His passions were on fire. His hand then shamelessly moved on my curves, in accordance to his heart. I knew in that moment, I could die for this man.

I could die, but I wanted to live. It's our story.

*Splash*

"Nandiniiiiii", I shrieked and woke up from my dream. It was a dream, again?

"Navyaaa. Why did you wake me up?", I shouted on her. Navya was my best friend and the only one, who knew about my crush on Manik Malhotra, my boss. I loved him, from all my heart.

"Because you were moaning in your dreams", she smirked and my cheeks heated up.

"Ummm.. Aisa kuch nahi hai", I said.

"Acha. Whom are you trying to fool? It's not the first time you were moaning for Manik Sir and have got wet", she teased me and I literally hide myself in the pillow.

"Just go away", I started throwing pillows on her and she did the same.

"Acha baba. I'm going. But make sure you're getting ready now or else you gonna be late", she said giving me a smile and soon left. I smiled thinking how caring she was. She has been there in my thick and thin.

As soon as she went, I smirked and immediately took my phone. I scrolled in my gallery and stopped at his picture. I stared at his perfectly chiseled abs.

I could die for this man.

I stared at his picture, for long. I wanted to be close to me. But then, they were all wishes. He was a Greek god, a billionaire and I was just his PA. Though he was good to me, but then I stand at no place in his life. He was everything, a girl wanted. It's not lust. It isn't. It's the thought of having him, making me a woman. I want him to complete me.

"I need you, so much", I muttered kissing on his picture. I did it for a while and then stood up to get ready. Mind it, Manik Malhotra loved punctuality.

I immediately went to the shower and got ready in few minutes. I dressed myself in a dress, with my white shirt tucked in my pencil skirt. I wasn't the one who wanted attention, so I'd wrapped my scarf around my neck.

I left my house and went to Malhotra Industries. I entered, gave a warm smile to the receptionist, collected by schedule and went to Manik Malhotra's cabin. I took a deep breath and heaved my chest more, and went in. Manik hadn't arrived yet, so I decided to keep his files at their places. An hour passed and it was finally the time for his arrival.

And there was he. He entered inside and my gaze shifted on him.
I gaped openly as I observed his sharp jaw, chin, and cheekbones. On either side of his straight nose were two blazing hazel eyes. Spiked, warm brown fringed with smooth green. His dark brows were actually graceful, but currently furrowed in a frown. All of it was framed by thick, warm dark chocolate curls. He looked so perfect. He came inside and I wished him, "Good Morning Sir"

"Good Morning Nandini", he wished me back, which said he was in great mood.

He winked and went back to his seat. I was baffled and embarrassed.