A MaNan TS, three shots.

What happens when a simple Indian conservative girl marries an unknown man? She is just thought from the very childhood that marriage is very sacred and is something that must be cherished for a lifelong. she too believes that her post married life will be romantic just like a romantic novel. Will life give a different version of romance in her life?? will it even be romance? or something which a normal Indian girl will never expect? The tradition of India and foreign is very different. The same difference comes between the two individuals. Will it ever be changed? Will they accept each other? 100% break the cliché story. Disclaimer: Not meant to hurt anyone's feelings. Just a work of fiction, purely of my imagination. **Many readers found chapter 14 abrupt and commented a lot to change it. Before you misjudge that chapter, I would suggest you to read till the end so that you can get to know the story better ** Achievement: 2nd place in THE FANFICTION AWARDS 2021 in MaNan category. Word count: 16,687

Manik reached forward and grabbed Nandini by the wrist. "Aye!" she protested but still, she had somehow found herself straddling Manik's thighs with his hands settled on her waist lightly. "Calm down Darling" Manik whispered giving a peck on her earlobe his hands now resettled under her shirt on the bare skin hot and firm. One word from this man and Nandini melted like ice cream in his embrace. Ranking #3 years out of 3.07k stories #3 singer out of 14.7K stories #16 women out of 16K stories

based on negative aspects of an arrange marriage ... To know more you have to read ... so are you ready ?? chalo fir

🍁Completed🍁 HOLLA GUYS! Presenting to you a new story... ✨ A tale of a broken family. ✨ A girl who loves her husband... yet can't stop hating him. ✨ A boy who loves his wife... but struggles with the scars she left behind. ✨ And a pretty little child... who just wants her parents back together. Join us on this emotional rollercoaster where their baby girl, Muskaan, becomes the glue holding together the shattered pieces of Manik and Nandini's love story. Will Muskaan succeed in healing old wounds? Will love win over pain? Can a child's innocent heart mend what the world broke? 💔💫 Peep in, feel the storm, and let me know how it makes your heart beat. 1 in #Manan as on 30/09/25

#5 in fanfiction 01/10/16 #12 in fanfiction 28/10/16 Written By Mawara Ejaz

Nandini Murthy, a 20-year-old intern at a bustling copywriting firm, is known for her charm and the effortless way she makes friends wherever she goes. But there's one person she hasn't quite managed to break through with-Manik Malhotra. At 23, Manik is sharp, well-spoken, and maintains a professional distance, his words always precise and few. Despite his strong reputation in the office, there's an undeniable tension between him and Nandini, a quiet undercurrent of something more lurking beneath their brief, minimal exchanges. What is it that keeps them so apart yet so drawn together?

Hello All Here I start with the sequel of The Impulsive Soul-Mates. Now don't jump out of your chairs with the name. Yes here MaNan are separate again only to bump into each other every now and then. It is going to be light and entertaining not very long though. I shall wrap it up soon. So sit back and enjoy and yes you have Manini the cutie pie to watch out for. A little insight... Manik Malhotra n Nandini Murthy (Malhotra) working in two rival fashion houses. Their hatred for each other is out of the world as once there love was. They leave no stone unturned into outsmarting each other whenever they bump into each other at events. Nandini is the chief designer of Panache and Manik is the MD of AURA, two of the countries most promising fashion houses. They try real hard to stay away from one another's zone but what happens when they are bound to come face to face at a common friend's wedding.. Explosions n crackers awaiting...*Wink*

Characters Hi everyone, I am Nandini Murthy, 23 yrs old from Ahmedabad(Indian city). I am the daughter of Nand Kishore Murthy and Ragini Mehta . I am the fruit of their love and so is my name i.e. Nand-ini. But Appa's(father) no more with us, he passed away when I was 10 and since then we, matlab me and Mom have been living with Nanu(maternal grandfather) and Nani in Ahmedabad. I am Nanu's princess. Although he never really approved of Mom and Appa's love story and their marriage but I am like the apple of his eye, totally pampered and spoiledby him. He wants me to get married and I have somehow reluctantly given in to his decision. Impulsive ..me no ways that is definitely not the word for me. I am like the most sorted girl ever but it is since I invited trouble in my life I have developed his habits. He has rubbed off me in all the wrong ways possible. Not that my life has only one trouble but most definitely the center of all troubles is only one. No points for guessing it is Manik Malhotra Amm.. I guess someone just remembered me. Chuck it Hi guys I am Manik Malhotra, 26yrs old based in Mumbai(Indian city). I have always been in Mumbai not just because I live in this city but happen to love this city. My personal life is more or less sorted. Mom Dad separated years ago I don't even remember when exactly. Dad's a sweetheart more like a friend. He lives in California. It's over a year since I last met him but we keep in touch n Mom, I don't like to talk about her much. About my profession I am the MD and founder of one of India's fastest growing Fashion Houses "AURA"along with my old time buddies Cabir and Mukti. It's a good time now and we are looking forward to enter the international arena soon. Naahh.. Impulsive me no ways..yes I live in the moment but I am more like planned and organized. But yes with this girl in my life all my plans and organizational skills have gone for a toss for sure.

"Manik!!!!" "Yes mom, coming!" I shouted. I was about to leave but stopped in my tracks when I heard another voice,"Manik baby!!!" "Yes baby,coming " I ran towards my bedroom to my wife, Nandini. "Manik." "aaya, mom." "Babyyyy." "Aree mar gaya Manik! Jao kisike pass nahi aata main." I huffed. AB MAIN ATKA! Ek taraf Maa duji taraf Biwi. Ab tum hi batao kya karu?