MaNan- Strange Love (OS)

Strange love

Please ignore the grammatical errors..

Warning: It's one of the most cliche OS I have ever written. So proceed only if you are into cliche stuffs.

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It's Sunday and I, Nandini Manik Malhotra is standing on the balcony and waiting for my so called husband. Don't develop a misconception of thinking that I love him or somewhat like that. I even don't like him. It's just that his guests are arriving and that's the only reason I am waiting for him. Otherwise we both are poles apart, when we are together all we do is fight. I even don't think our marriage has any future.

So you must be thinking why did I marry him? It's not because of his money or his looks - in fact he is twelve years elder than me- but my dad had promised his dad that I will be Malhotra's daughter-in-law and as expected I was forced into this marriage and so was he.

Currently I am ready in one of my jeans and off shoulder t-shirt, all ready to see his reaction. Don't even dare to think that he will complement me, I bet he will get annoyed. You know we both are from very conservative family and western attires are not appreciated. But he lives separately from his family in this ridiculously big mansion because of his work and that's the reason I get a chance to annoy him. He doesn't like me wearing jeans. He even doesn't like the idea of me going to work.
Like seriously!!!! I don't know which century he belongs to. He is a monster.

But I have developed a habit in this few months to do exactly what he says no to. Well he asked me to stop wearing jeans, now I wear it more often. He asked me to stop working, I didn't listen to him. He always keeps arguing with me on this issues and all I do is turn a deaf ear.

We just share one thing and that's this room and bed, nothing more. He sleeps on his side and I sleep on my side but every morning I wake up in his arms and it's a plain coincidence. But to be honest it has been a habit to wake up in his arms and whenever I don't feel his embrace in the morning, I feel so restless the whole day. But it's just because it has been a habit, nothing more.

This house feels empty when he is not there and becomes a war zone when he returns. But most of the time he is busy in his office work and returns home late at night. Just remove that most of the time he is never at home. He has his duties and that duties doesn't include me.

Anyway why am I even complaining?
But this house is way too big for two of us though there are some servants. I like peacefulness but this is something I never wished for. He makes me feel unwanted, every single minute and I hate him for this. Sigh!

My chains of thoughts were broken when I heard the door open. I shifted my gaze towards the door and I froze at my place when I saw his dull eyes, abnormally pale face and messy hair.

"What's with your messy look?"

I couldn't comphrehend what was happening to him. In less than a second he was suddenly sinking back in the bed.

"Manik.." I tried calling him as I reached him but he didn't respond. His eyes dropped slowly and I could feel my heart getting heavier.

"Nan..." A faint meek voice escaped his mouth before he passed out, completely.

I panicked as I immediately reached for my phone and called the doctor. It took about fifteen minutes for the doctor to arrive and only I knew what kind of wild and negative thoughts were attacking my brain.