Nandini is a sweet and innocent girl who moved to New York from India, leaving her dreadful past behind to begin a new life with hope. She had been through so much in her life at such a young age that all she wanted was a normal, peaceful life where...
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Nandini's POV:
I'm still in shock after whatever happened today but at the same time, I'm also speechless witnessing the way Manik reacted inside and handled the reporters. It is commendable. He was so angry but still how smartly he shut the mouths of those reporters with his words.
I have heard, in your anger, you might mess up things but seeing him so smartly answering those questions which media threw on him, my respect has grown towards him, more.
Indeed, he is just not a pretty face, he is more than that. A brain with looks.
Deadly combination!
We settled inside the car and I can clearly feel his ragging breath. God, my man is literally very angry.
I was fidgeting with my fingers, being a little nervous seeing him. Should I calm him down?
"Baby girl, are you alright?" My trance broke down as he asked me, placing his hand on my face. My eyes softened, listening to him. He was so angry a few minutes back, still as soon as his gaze fell on me, he is all soft.
Before I could say something, he continued, "I'm sorry you have to face all this," I shushed him by placing my finger on his lips. Is he even for real? He reacted that way for me only, right?
"You shouldn't be sorry. What you did, it was right. That man deserves this only." I said, softly rubbing my thumb on his stubble, trying to make him feel better. I know how much he likes these little things as I can clearly see his eyes softening a little which did make my heart smile.
My man, I know him so well.
"Do you have any idea how protected you make me feel?" I asked, smiling contentedly, entwining my fingers with his.
"But still you have to face all this," he paused as his eyes fell on my hand. "You had to bear my anger also. I shouldn't have hurt you." He said guilty, caressing the mark on my hand.
"You didn't do this intentionally, Manik and really it isn't hurting me." He ignored my words and placed soothing kisses all over my hands, making me feel so good.
"I'm sorry." He apologised to me guiltily and I felt like someone has stabbed a knife into my heart.
I have to do something. I grinned as an idea popped into my mind. It is something bold but I can do anything for my Manik. Now I can go to any extent for my man's happiness.
I suddenly sat over his lap, straddling him and his eyebrows raised in surprise.
"You never have to apologize to me for anything, Manik." I breathed against his lips before capturing them, clutching his hair, making his eyes go all widen.
