Can a lovestory be ever written over a cup of coffee? Yes.
But can it a love story ever be written by just sitting idle in a cafe? Maybe. Maybe Not.
Another (not) so Typical Love At first sight story.
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A FF Dedicated to @Shr...
Manik Malhotra, sexy name for a sexy body. Ish Nandini stop thinking dirty.OK so what do we do now Ms. Friend.
I smiled and replied, How about you accompany me to the supermarket?
He looked at me blankly for two seconds, I could see the frowns on his forehead. Supermarket? I nodded. But why?
Now it was my turn to look at him blankly. What kind of question is that supposed to be. Why supermarket? Why do people go to super market. Of course to buy stuff needed in daily life. Caption obvious.
I pasted a forced smile on my lips. You know just sometime back the vegetables in the supermarket called me and said that they were getting bored so I should go there and entertain them. Probably, have dance with them. Infact they even offered me to join them on picnic with pulses and spices. How does that sound?
He looked at me blankly. Was that supposed to be a joke? I m sorry I forgot to laugh. Listening to him I gritted my teeth. Get the sarcasm. And FYI it wasn't a joke.
Manik sighed. Good, you shouldn't try cracking jokes. Your sense of humour is pathetic. I gritted my teeth and stomped my foot. DO. YOU. MIND. ACCOMPANYING. ME. TO. THE. SUPERMARKET?
He stifled a giggle and nodded his head trying to keep a serious face, Ofcourse not. It will be my honour to accompany you. I gave him a stern look. He raised his hands up in defense. I just asked cause you told me it was lunch time.
No actually every Sunday I go to super market to buy things needed either for the cafe or for my house. He nodded his head.
We went to the supermarket in his bike that I hadn't noticed until now. Damn! That was definitely a piece of perfection. Such a sexy body. It was simple bike not the very expensive ones.
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Bikes always fascinated me more than cars did. But I didn't want to spend money on something that wasn't needed. I hardly had any friends and I hardly ever went anywhere. My routine consisted of home to cafe and back home.
I hadn't realised I was spacing out until manik clicked his fingers in front of me. He was already seated on the bike and holding a helmet in his hands. He raised his eyebrows. Damn! Someone please tell him to stop doing such antiques. It's so irresistible. Infact Manik Malhotra himself was irresistible.
Nandini! Manik exclaimed a little loud. I looked at him in irritation. Don't. Don't make that face. Ek toh I am standing here calling you and you are so lost day dreaming. Huh!
