BROKEN - to be healed by her (manan ff)✔️

75 : Unnerving trepidation..

Nandini's pov:

     Getting his palms to my lips I pecked them gently one followed by the other smiling in between at how lucky I got to find him. He was my definition of love, everything I ever thought or more.

That gorgeous smile on his lips had flutters irrupting my tummy often I find myself lost in him, it's magical..like the ataraxia engulfing your soul on a cold winter night spent under the blanket of your beloved's arms, he was like the hot pipping cup of tea on a dull rainy day.

Since the time our souls tuned downhills have been as much of a part of my life as uphills but when I look back I find him in all of those moments where I couldn't believe in myself, he adhered to his belief in me. Bits where I couldn't love myself he cherished me like I am the most gorgeous girl he has ever seen, his efforts, the benevolence was stealing my heart again which wasn't even mine to call anymore, he royally owned every single bit of it and I am not grumbling at all.

He hoisted his eyebrows at my sheepishly smiling self making me blush and avert my gaze, he smirked at his effect on me making my stomach churn further.

" So when do we plan to leave?" I spoke trying to shrug the cherry hue off my face, he smirked identifying my futile attempts but didn't budge any further.

" I have got a meeting to look after, although, in my opinion, it's enough for the day Ms.murthy time to relax your muscles and head home." holding my shoulder firmly he spoke making me sigh.

" I am sorry I know we planned to grab dinner together but I don't think I can squeeze in..it's just..!" his voice dripped with guilt braced my ears, I was no naïve towards the incredibly increasing workload and responsibilities that he shouldered, as much as I missed him I did have the utmost respect for his work.

" No need to feel sorry! I understand." I spoke getting up to have a more precise look at him.

" I know you do." he smiled, a gentle one before leaning to peck my temple, instantly I could feel my lips curving.

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" NOOO!!! NOO!! NOO! this can't be true in no way can Dhruv go back down that lane I have kept that away from him for so many years and I cannot afford all my efforts going down the drain over one suspicion. Amit does anything that you can but nothing should reach Dhruv. All of this is not merely a coincidence there has to be a source that sowed the seed in his brain and before it fledges anymore its existence has to be eradicated in every way or form...I'll lose my everything if that comes out..let the dead be buried!" Randhir's loyal assistant of years nodded understanding his bosses trepidation. He was aware and the only person apart from the ones involved who was a witness to it all the bad and the purest evil.

He was wholly aware of the repercussions that resurfacing of this would bring along, it had no good stored in at least for his master. The fear laced with layers of pseudo assurance over the years was coming to life a thought that they dreaded for months and days was slowly forming itself from the dust of their shady deeds.

He looked at his masters disheveled self who stood holding the circumference of the table firmly trying to withhold the blow his son unintentionally threw his way.

" Don't you worry sir! I'll get my hand on the roots of it at my earliest," he spoke with lucid convection making Randhir give an affirming nod his way.

To say Randhir was agitated would be an understatement, the height of anxiety he experienced at the moment was the kind he did when he heard about Avaya's death.

He was shaken to the core of his existence, seven years before he safely kept the worst from happening but will he be able to now? When years later his bad luck is right across the threshold and this time his son is the bait.