A series of short stories, featuring Manik/Parth and Nandini/Niti as protagonists. ❤
List of stories:-
1. A Day With Me (2/2)
2. It's Never Too Late (1/1)
3. Falling In Love (1/1)
4. Love Letters (1/1)
5. Monster Loves Orchids (1/1)
6. Love At Coffe...
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|Story 1| • A Day With Me •
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His remark made me blush. I could feel my cheeks getting red as he gave me a lovely stare. He touched my nose with this forefinger and gave it a slight push. I immediately brought my eyeballs to look at my nose, pulled out my tongue and made a funny face which made him laugh like a kid. I loved his laughter.
Nandini- So, what more to do now?
I quizzed him as soon as our tea was over.
Manik- Just be with me the whole day.
He answered.
Nandini- Are you serious?
My eyes widened.
Nandini- the whole day? What about your work?
I was overwhelmed with joy. I felt so special.
Manik- Everything else can wait.
He smiled seeing me so happy. We walked to the bus stop. I did not ask any more questions because I loved to follow him. A day with him- the thought made me feel like I was on cloud nine. He was busy with his mobile either calling someone or texting. I was busy watching his actions and his expressions. The bus arrived and we got into it. We comforted ourselves on the seat and I covered myself with the other half of his overcoat again. My hand was on his lap and he was holding it giving it a soft squeeze.
Manik- Now, tell me why were you mad at me yesterday?
He asked.
Nandini- Because you refused to attend the party.
Manik- But you knew that I had come here just yesterday and I was busy in a meeting. You knew it right? Look, you need to understand, I know it is difficult but we cannot help. Just few more days and we will be living together.
He said all these with a serious look to which my lips quivered and I could see him getting hazy which meant I had tears in my eyes. I didn't want to let them fall from my eyes. I knew it could spoil his mood as he hated tears and he hated the cry version of me, it used to make him feel uneasy and weird. But, he was different today. He wiped my tears with his thumb and I buried my head in his shoulder. I could feel his hand on the back of my head, his fingers dipping in my hair and giving me a gentle massage while I sobbed. His other arm, encircling my waist inside the overcoat comforting me at its best.
