Ek Ladki Ko Dekha Toh Aisa Laga...

FIFTY-FIVE

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~MANIK~

She grabbed my arm and dragged me sneakily towards a room. "Jaan, not that i Don't love it, but just for my curiosity what exactly are we doing?"  I asked confused as she Conti dragging me.

"Nandu?" I asked again as she pushed me against the wall and to say that i was amused would be an understatement.

"Manik?" She said caressing my face and then she suddenly hugged me, "Bhut buri girlfriend hoon na main? Tumhe bilkul time nahi deti..." I smiled and kissed her crown.

"Hey! My Nandini is the best okay? Haan dramebaaz bhut hai bas." She smacked my chest and pouted.

"Tum bhi kam nahi ho okay?" I chuckled pulling her close, "Toh tum yahan mujhe time dene ke liye laayi ho?" She nodded cutely.

"Aww my jaan!" I pecked her forehead and she put her head on my chest.

"Manik, i missed you." I hugged her more tightly. "Aaj tumhare se dhang se na baat hui na hi dhang se ham saath rahe..."

"Haan, but abhi let's not talk about that!" I said caressed her head and she smiled kissing my heart.

"Mani, tumne yeh traditional pehnna kabse shuru kiya?"

"Jabse meri tum jaise girlfriend bani hai..." She blushed.

"Achha ek second." I grabbed her hands and looked upon the mehendi on her hands.

They were dark red and i smiled proudly. "See, i love you so much." I said caressing her hands and traced my name on her hand.

"Hmm, i love you too." I raised my eyebrows. And she chuckled. "Manik, mehendi dark hone pe pati zada pyaar karta hai... Aisa pta hai kyu kaha jata hai?" I stared confused and she made me sit down on the sofa and sat beside me.

"Because when you get married your husband will love you, and the girl will get all warm and fuzzy. Aur garam rehne se hi rang chadhta hai mehendi ka." She said and i pulled her on my lap.

"How does a husband love his wife, Flower?" I ask innocently as her eyes open wide and blush covers her face.

"Manik? Seriously? Meri saari baato mai tumne wahi suna?"

"Suna sab kuch but important sirf wahi tha..." I smirk as her cheeks redden further.

"Manikk!" She whined out.

"So tell me my little Flower, Do my kisses make you warm? Does my proximity makes you warm? Or does my thoughts make you all warm and fuzzy?" I asked rubbing her lips and she hides her face in my chest.

"Manik."

"That's my name, but that wasn't the answer to my question." I said as i bit her earlobe and she breathed in deeply.

"Tell me? Are you getting warm? Does this heat you up?" I take her chin and make her look at me so our eyes are connected and she nods ever so slowly.