MaNan- She is to be Loved

Chapter 7- When Malhotra kid feels helpless!

~Love has nothing to do with their life, but togetherness surely did~

-Affu-

In London

MishNa Mansion

In Kitchen

"Mishti!" Shekhar walked down the stairs, while adjusting his tie and then going through the mails in his mobile.

"Haan, aayi (coming)." Shamishti called out, from the kitchen while bringing a jug of juice, to keep it on the table.

"Good morning!" he kissed Shamishti's forehead, who smiled at him. "Good morning. You're late, today." she pointed out, and he nodded.

"You know about my new project." he replied, and she sighed. Had their daughter been here, he wouldn't have thought of doing any late night works.

"Shona! Breakfast rea-" and Shekhar palmed his face, before looking up at his wife. "Again, huh!" Shamishti shook her head at it. It's been nearly a week since Nandini has left London, but Shekhar still couldn't cope with it.

"I miss my daughter! It's quite natural, okay. Ab tum ghoorna bandh karo (now, stop staring at me.)" Shekhar let out a whine, and Shamishti giggled. "Ab tho bas 6 mahine keliye gayi hai madam. Shadi karke jayegi ek din, tab kya karoge tum? (She has gone for 6 months, for now. One day, she'll leave after getting married. What would you do, then?" Shamishti asked, cheekily and Shekhar glared at her.

"I'm not getting my daughter married off to any guy, this soon. She's still a kid. Let her make her career, now. Phir shadi." Shekhar started to eat, and Shamishti nodded, while drinking juice, from her glass.

"Of course, she's still a kid. Bas 2 saal ki hain na hamari shona (She's just 2 year old.)" said Shamishti, and then held onto Shekhar's hands. "Abhi nahi tho phir kabhi hi sahi, she'll get married and leave, Shekhar. Every girl has to leave her home to create her own family. And we have to let her go, one day. Life has to move on, shouldn't it?" she caressed her husband's hand, and he simply nodded.

Having an only child, Nandini was pampered to no extent by both her parents. But for Shekhar, she wasn't just an only child, but a daughter too. And a daughter is always the most precious for a man.

In India

In a Restaurant

"Can you tell me why the hell are you behaving like a girlfriend, already? I mean, I hope you remember that we're not REAL." Manik looked frustrated, and all Nandini did was to roll her eyes. "Yar Malhotra kid, can you be quiet for a while? Muje sochne dho tumhe kaise sher ke khana chod balki snack thak na banne keliye kya karna padega. (Let me think on how not to let you be the Lion's snack.)" Nandini retorted, frustratingly and Manik looked at her confusedly.

"What? Oh forget it. I don't care. Listen, I can't have any breakfast with you now. Meri ek important meeting hai yar." Manik pulled at his hair, and she stared at them. "Does it hurt? Pulling at hair?" Nandini asked, startling him. "Huh?" he questioned, dumbfounded.

"Nahi! If that hurts, then maybe they'll let you go just by pulling at hair. I mean, bas thoda hurt karna jo hain. Hair pulling kaafi hoga na? But it should hurt a lot, okay." Nandini wondered out loud, and Manik was still confused. "Are you drunk? Like, subah subah pee rakhi hai kya?" Manik leaned to get a sniff of alcohol while she exhales, and on seeing it, she swatted in his face.

"Mere ithni khareeb math aana. Especially when Shers are here." she flared up, and Manik squinted his eyes at her. "Shers?" he questioned, and the next second his eyes widened when he saw 8 furious figures approaching them.