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Chapter 4

N A N D I N I

There was darkness around us, yet I could feel something shine in his eyes as they looked into mine. I have always observed him, but never so close. And now that he stood so close to me, just a centimetre apart, I saw things of him I never had, like the way his eyes were dark as they peeped into mine, yet there was something so bright in them, shining in the dark store room.

There was something about his touch that created magic in every time his fingers brushed my back, I shivered despite the fact that it was very hot around. Looking at him so close was like a dream, every girl wants. After all, which girl could reject Manik Malhotra?

I still couldn't rest my mind over the fact that this was actually happening, he being so close to me, our faces being inches apart, his lower body stuck to mine, our breaths mingling with each other's and his hands slowly caressing my back, making me shiver with the sudden proximity.

And yet, not for a fraction of second could I blink my eyes away from his. They were too beautiful to look away from, even after knowing how miserably they were broken. He made broken look beautiful, and strong look invincible, he carried the entire universe on his shoulders and made it look like the devils wings.

I was so lost in him that I didn't realise how his hands traced my back, all the way down to my finger tips as he snatched away the photograph and my pupils widened as I realised I had been fooled by his thoughts once again, like always.

Mentally covering my face, I stared at him nervously, as he stared at the picture in his hand. His expressions changed from dark to confused, and from confused to amused while I enjoyed how his eye brows cringed as he slowly picked his face to face me and I looked everywhere but him. This was so embarrassing, especially when he was my boss and I wasn't even an employee under him.

"Where did you find this from?" He squeezed his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes. Isn't it evident that it was me who had clicked it? Was he actually this dumb or was he just pretending to be?

"Internet," I covered up taking a sigh of relief and he looked quite convinced as I left the breath I didn't know I was holding. Leaving the photograph aside, he looked at me with a small smirk and I slowly gulped. Manik Malhotra and smiling was not a good sign.

"So, does that mean you are my fan?" He smiled raising his eye brows and I squeezed my eyebrows back at him, crossing my arms against my chest.

"No," I lied with a smile and he raised his eyebrows asking then. "I am the leader of the the anti Manik Malhotra fan club!" I smiled proudly as I lied and his smiled widened into a small chuckle as he looked away and stepped behind, convinced.

I couldn't help but admire the way he smiled at me as I smiled looking at his smile. His smile was so beautiful, or actually, everything about him was. But there was something about the way he looked at me and he smiled which made me love him even more.

"What are you smiling at?" He asked as his smile disappeared slowly and the darkness of his face returned and I took a deep sigh, still smiling.

"I like the way you smile when you look at me, it reminds me of the way every hero smiled looking at his girl, just the way Edward smiles at Bella," I smiled dreamily biting my lower lip as I remembered the most beautiful love story, and a smile of admiration spread on my face which soon faded when my eyes met his dark ones that spit fire my way. Had I spoken something wrong?