||MaNan TS: Pehli Nazar Mein💕|| ✔

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'Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together ?
Some things are too strong to be coincidences!!'

He looked at his watch and sighed. Still four hours to go before the plane landed in New York. He was surely going to burry himself in his king sized bed back home for at least a week, trying to shake off his jet lag. He plugged his earphones in his ears and drowned himself in the hard rock music, closing his eyes while he threw his head back on the seat, shutting himself away from the rest of the happenings - that amounted to none - on the plane.

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'Excuse me sir', she said, putting on her fake smile for the hundredth time that day.

The worst thing about being an air-hostess, she sighed.

She rolled her eyes when the man did nothing to show he had heard her. She once again put on her fake smile and repeated.

'Excuse me sir'.

Once again, no response. Nandini wanted to kick him where it hurt the most. Fine she was an air-hostess who was paid a good deal but she didn't have the whole day. If one calls her, then one should keep their eyes open for when she arrived. She placed her hand on the man's shoulder, her mind wanting to shake him till every nerve in his body begged her to stop. But she knew she couldn't no matter how much she wanted, so she simply shook him, gently.

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It was not that he had not heard a lady's voice calling him amidst the loud rock music he had been listening. He just ignored thinking she would go away. But when were these air-hostess ever that considering?

When the lady shook him, he just had to open his eyes and look at her, even if it was purely to prove he did not have congenital analgesia. But one look at the woman who had been bending in order to bring her face on his level, and he did not regret doing so.

He had seen many beautiful air-hostesses before, but this was one bewitching. She had the most beautiful honey-brown eyes, her imperfect but feminine button nose, and her full, sensuous lips smudged with the most sexy red lipstick he had ever seen. And he being the son of one of the biggest Industrialist in India, and lead singer of the World famous band FAB5, who had ladies pouring themselves at him, had surely seen many.

'Yes, beautiful?', he asked playfully.

Nandini literally had to glue her eyes mentally in her sockets to avoid rolling them. Probably one of those rich brats back in India, she thought. But he was devilishly handsome, she could not deny. Neither could she the fact that she had noticed his dark brown eyes, his sexy jawline and his torturous-to-the-senses cologne.

'You pressed the call button?', she asked, her fake smile plastered on her face.

'Did I?', Manik asked casually, with a lop-sided smirk, resting his arm around the seat next to him, causing the old lady next to him, to shake her head.

'Well yes sir', Nandini replied, losing every ounce of patience she had in her. 'Do you need something, sir?'

'Well I didn't earlier, but on second thought, I would like to take you out someday', Manik said not being the man who would bottle up what they and when they felt, for long.

Nandini was appalled. What a spoilt creature, she thought. But when she took her job as an air-hostess who had to roam around the plane during the entire flight wearing a neckline this low and a skirt that barely reached her knee, she had an idea. Damn you, the outfit designer, she thought.

She straightened herself, disgusted by the fact that the man was openly viewing her cleavage for longer than necessary.

'Sir, if you really need anything I can indeed help you with, I will be glad to help', she said flashing yet another fake smile at him before she made her way back to the aircraft crew rest area, cursing the very handsome man under her breath.