His P.A. ✔️

12. The END

*unedited*

N A N D I N I

*flashback continues*

Manik.

The person I loved the most had betrayed me in a way I couldn't even imagine. I loved him, and the little infinity of love he gifted me was my kind of forever with him.

That late night dates under the stars, he cooking for me, making me eat, taking care of me, possessiveness, kissing me under the stars and then hugging me to sleep. This is what meets my definition of love, but I don't, really don't know about Manik.

Three days.

Yes it's been three days since what happened in my house and Aryamman and Cabir saw me kiss Manik. It's been three days since Manik Malhotra threatened to ruin me. It's been three days of me cutting myself from the world, staying at home, switching off my phone, not opening the door to anybody, nor speaking a word to anyone, nor eating, hardly drinking water. It's been three days of me living miserabley in my bed like a Home addict without me having heard from Manik.

And now is finally when I decided to get up, freshen up, and give life another chance. Things are already at it's worse and they couldn't get any more bad. They'd just get better from now on. I promised myself as I took a shower after three days.

I had this sudden urge to go to Malhotra Headquarters and smash Manik Malhotras head until he tells me Why is he playing this sick game, Why is he pushing me away this way, Why is he on purpose doing things that make me hate him.

It's been three days and I had to look a bit like a human from the mess I had created of myself so I decided to get into my plain blue ripped jeans with a black crop top and a grey long cardigan over it. I tied my hair in a bun and I finally looked human, smelling of fresh flowers.

I had loads of work to do, I had to find my phone in some corner of my house, apologise and sort things with Aryamman and Cabir and then consult Manik.

I know Manik loves me. I have seen it in his eyes, his care, his unintentional behaviour. The way he is possessive about me as if I am his own property, the way he can't sleep without hugging me, the way he got a nightmare that I was leaving him, the way he keeps kissing me. If this isn't love, then what is this?

Manik loves me. I reminded myself before putting on the smile on my face.

I found my phone thrown in the balcony and I wasn't surprised to check the inbox.

52 missed calls from Mukti.
101 missed calls from Aryamman.
97 missed calls from Cabir.
1 missed call from Manik.

509 new messages from Aryamman, Cabir, Mukti and three others.

I took a deep breath. I was answerable to all of them, I had to tell them where I was from three days, not even answering my house bells. I had to tell them which part of Earth had gobbled me up for three days.

Finally, I stepped out of house, being welcomed by light after three days.

It didn't take me a minute to realise that this wasn't sunlight, there were flashes that welcomed me.

Hundreds of reporters stood in front of my house, each camera flashing on my face, capturing each expression and each move of mine.

"How do you feel with all the new attention Ma'am?"
"What would you like to comment on you relation with Manik sir?"
"Are you just a bed warmer for him?"
"How do you react with Manik sir opening about you both?"