𝐈 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝓦𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 ✅

Chap 22

Days passed since 'that' incident.

Neither, Manik visited her cafe, nor she made any kind of initiative to go on jogging together.

Manik was cursing himself.

Firstly, for losing his control over himself. And secondly, for referring such a beautiful, soul shearing, heart fluttering kiss as a mistake. And most importantly, when it was his first kiss with the person he liked for so long and recently realized to be his love!!!

Like seriously, how could he call such a pure moment a freaking mistake, when he's gonna treasure those few minutes for a lifetime, or even more if that was possible? He seriously should be called a certified idiot, to be honest.

How much embarrassing might it have been for her! He firstly kissed her without knowing her will or what she thought, and then called it a mistake? Wow! She should've punched him more than 2/3 times minimum. His immaturity has pushed their growing relationship into a deep shit.

"Urghh! What have I donnnee?", Manik said with clear frustration dripping down his voice as he sat back on his bed, ruffled his hair with his finger, and kept staring at no particular direction.

Suddenly he got up, walked up to the landline, dialed Rear Admiral Murthy's number, waited till 2 rings and banged the handset back to the base in frustration, went back to the bed, and again strode to the landline just to bang it back again. He wasn't sure of what to do to gather the amount of shit he has already spread.

Repeating the same process for some more time, he finally took a deep breath and called again. "Namaste, it's cook Fawad talking from Rear Admiral Murthy's residence."

"Namaste. I'm Lieutenant Manik Malhotra speaking. Umm... Can I speak to Nandini please?"

"Sorry, Sir. She isn't at home now. Is there any important message, Sir? Then kindly tell it to me, I'll drop your message to her when she returns."

"Err... no nothing. Let it be, thank you."

"Okay, Sir. Jai Hind."

"Jai Hind.", said Manik hanging up the call. He closed his eyes tightly and opened them again to calm himself down. Laying down on the bed with a novel, he closed it in frustration as he couldn't get anything off the 4/5 sentences he tried to read. His subconscious mind, again and again, went back to that night.

How he wished if he could change the incidences of that night.

How he wished he hadn't acted like an idiotic jerk that night.

How he wished they could get back to how they were... how free and easy-going they were until that freaking night.

The continuous rings of his telephone broke his sleep. He didn't know when his eyes got closed pulling him into a deep slumber while thinking about her.

With droopy eyes, he picked up the handset, "Hello. It's Lieutenant Manik Malhotra speaking."

No answer from the other side.

He said, "Hello? Who am I speaking to?" Still no response. "Hello?" Involuntarily his eyes went to the wall clock just to see it's almost 1 at midnight.

Is there any emergency at the office? But then they'd call him on his official number instead of the landline.

Cabir? But he has his personal number.

Who might that be? He had none who'd call him just for the sake of talking to him... or wait!! Is it...

NANDINI?????