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Chapter Seven.

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Nandini's POV

"So," I looked over the rim of the mug and saw Eric trying to act nonchalant.

"So?" I feigned innocent though I knew what exactly the look and the tone meant. Hell, I had been waiting for him to throw this conversation right into my face the first instance he gets. However, Eric Miller doesn't go with the conventional ways - nothing about him can be predicted. He was a surprise package himself and so were his tricks.

But didn't he know he was dealing with another Miller? I wouldn't easily spill it out unless he directs the question himself, in words.

I hear him sigh and by the looks it seems like he frames his question in his head before putting it forward to me. "Do you like Manik?"

There it was. Finally he had let it out though the question was still vague and I could play. Sure thing Eric was going to be all riled up by the end of this. At least that's what I think.

Before answering him, I narrow my eyes at him, studying his behaviour. "Yes." I shrugged as I added, "Am I not supposed to?"

"No." He scrunched his nose, "Yes," and shook his head and added, "I mean you can surely like a friend." I could hear an inaudible 'but' there in his statement.

"Of course, I like him as a friend." I settled my coffee mug on the coffee table and tucked my feet beneath me on the couch. "Also, he is your best friend," which has no influence over me to like him though but that was for me to know. I love annoying Eric.

"Nandini," His tone held the warning as did his eyes. He would only refer to me as Nandini when things were serious. "You know what I am trying to ask. I can see more." He turned his calculative eyes at me. "Are you," his words trembled across displaying his discomfort if not anything, "attracted?"

"Well, you cannot blame me if I find him attractive." There I said it but amused with the ease infused within.

"Attractive," I expected him to lash out but being Eric he rather shot me an arched brow in response.

Rolling my shoulders into a shrug, I stated as casually as I can, "Yes he is and so are you." Resisting the urge to roll my eyes at his typical brother behaviour, I added, "You had to be attractive for having drawn attention of almost the entire population at school, students or not."

"That still doesn't answer my question," He pointed out.

Note to self, Eric Miller can be damn persuasive if he sets his mind to. Beware of the Eric damn Miller.

"Okay, fine!" I threw my hands up in defeat. "I am attracted to him," I shot a glance in his direction to gauge his expression, anything that would give away his thoughts at present would do, but his face is stoic as ever. So I added not bothering to hide the complaint I wished to make, "You cannot blame me for that."

"I wasn't blaming you." He shrugged and my jaws dropped wide open. When in the hell did a brother start being so understanding and, well, carelessly carefree?

It was now my turn to narrow my eyes at him. Flaring my nostrils, I shot with a pitch higher than required, but who cares, "Then what's the point of this discussion? Please do enlighten me."

Folding my arms across, I tried to look serious. However, it didn't work as he responded with a heavy sigh, "Firstly, I would never blame you for being attracted to someone. It is natural to get attracted." The first thing that I thought of was - when did he get something implanted into his empty skull? But never mind. The point is, he has something in there and can use it, which he does rarely. However, times like this, when he puts his brain into use makes me want to throw myself at him and hug him tight. Hence proven, he can be smart and understanding. And, I may add, the best brother one can ever have. We might not be the typical pair of siblings but who cares; being one among the herd is so boring.

"Secondly, I wanted you to be honest to me about your feelings." I am sure I had the duh expression on my face as his eyes zeroed on me, warningly. But the thing is we are anyways supposed to tell each other everything. So basically, until and unless one isn't honest, everything cannot be shared.

Rolling my eyes at him, I gesture him to continue. Eric and his antiques, "You need to know that you can tell me anything -attraction, infatuation, liking, dates, boyfriends - completely anything."

Okay! Now this somehow should terrify me but it doesn't because I understand where all of the focus is - easy communication. However, I cannot go around and tell him about my attraction towards a particular male, my dates, boyfriends - though I don't have one currently - and definitely not my X-rated thoughts, if I put it bluntly. He wouldn't want to hear that unless he has a death wish. So I'd need a filter before I narrate him about any of these. However, thankfully he uses the term 'can' instead of 'should' which makes my life easier. I have got the choice.

"Most of all, I am glad you like Manik," this was a sure shot blow because I had expected anything but this. Oblivious to my reactions, he further states, "there won't be a thing that I'd worry about if you and Manik date," like the hell we would, "apart from worrying about the two of you ending up hurting each others' feelings, if things don't work out well."

Unbelievingly, I blinked my eyes at him. Did he really say that? Is he hinting for a relationship with Manik? The most complicated part is that he isn't concerned about how things would affect his friendship with Manik or me. Strange, he isn't calculating the hardship that might come his way but about the two of us. Not that it is a possibility.

That was surely unexpected to have heard such deep thoughts from him. I couldn't utter a word except for a "Wow!"

Recovering after few minutes, I was able to comprehend a statement that expressed my views better. "That was unpredictable." I mean who would have thought about Eric Miller giving speeches which are well-thought of. "I thought you were one of those brothers who are against the idea of their sister and best friend being together."

He wrinkled his nose as his eyes darted straight at mine, "Sadly the two of you aren't together," he paused and a glint of mischief sparked in his eyes. With a cheeky grin, he added, "not yet."

Why do I smell mischief - troublesome mischief?

Before I had a chance to pry, or warn him against whatever evil plans he is cooking in his head, he spoke further, "And I am definitely one of those brothers."

Speak about confusion.

He must've identified the puzzled look on my face, as he elaborated, "I am against the idea of my best friend banging my sister, or screwing up with her emotions." The words were blunt enough to make me cringe. "I would rather end up banging his head against the wall and a lot more that you don't need to know about." I had to control the urge to roll my eyes at him.

Hello, brother dear, nothing of that sort is happening, I thought of retorting back at him but decided otherwise.

"However, he wouldn't do any of that. Hence, I am pretty positive about the two of you," I shot an arched brow at him, to which he sheepishly added, "if that happens."

Never, I thought.

Then a particular thought flooded across my mind and I couldn't help but vocalize it, "So that means you are fine with me dating anyone." Making sure that each part of my thought was sinking into his head, I carefully chose the words. "I mean, there's no problem if I go around and meet guys from school or somewhere, and the casual things." The last part was pretty much rushed.

Inhaling heavily, I waited for him to respond. He took his time to evaluate the meaning of each and every term, it seemed, before he finally let out, "I am no hypocrite, little one." I didn't mean that.

"It's a part of growing up; learning new things. And that involves it. There's no harm in dating someone. The only condition I would lay is that you tell me everything about whomsoever you date; and if possible, let me meet him in person." I can imagine Eric trying to threaten the shit out of him. "Rest all is your decision and I would gladly accept it. I may not always agree to it but I would try to live with it and respect your decision." That was thoughtful of him. All I could do was bestow him with a gentle smile.

"However, there's one thing you need to know," he paused, his eyes searching mine for a brief moment as though he was looking for hints - which I had no clue about what though. I waited for him to continue, "I know I behave differently, unlike most of the brothers do." Yet, I am glad the way he is, I wouldn't have him any other way. Apart from that we both are learning, and I don't behave the typical way as well. "At least that's what I gather from the information around," I didn't know what information he was referring to but I had more important things to focus on than that. "Though one thing is for sure typical," I raised an effective brow at him, "I wouldn't let anyone hurt you." He whispered, "no one." I knew he was protective enough, but hearing it from him felt somehow comforting.

I couldn't help it this time. I had to hug him and so I did. He willingly wrapped his arms around me, embracing me. He isn't like the rest but that's what makes him the best; the most special. No doubt I couldn't ask for more as a brother. And for that I'd always be thankful to God.

"Go get ready. We are going out for dinner." I heard Eric announce as he pulled away. Willing to know where we were headed to dine, I was tempted to question him though I decided otherwise. Sometimes, surprises are good. Besides that he knows what I like and dislike, pretty much.

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It wasn't until we took the turn at the curb and the flashy light of the diner was visible. After having parked Eric's car, I could see vaguely familiar figure padding across the lane; nearby. The person was shadowed in the dark, wandering away from the street lights. The breeze was chilling as it washed across my skin leaving me thrilled.

We got closer to the entrance; and the person. It was only after the person had dragged itself to the splashing lights of the restaurant that I figured who it was.

"Manik," my voice came ragged that it was barely recognisable to my own ears. His eyes flew to mine and his lips formed a heart warming smile.

Before I had the time to evaluate the sudden presence of Manik at the same diner, at the same time as Eric and I, Eric butted in. "Hey dude," he shook his hands and gave him a hug, bumping his shoulder with his. I snorted at his act of being cool.

Cool, my foot. It was more like being a fool, I thought.

His description to this entire act of greeting with hand shake, shoulder bumps and weird side hugs was that it made them look cool.

He stepped back and asked, looking at him surprisingly, "What are you doing here?" Manik's eyes grew wide and he stuttered in response.

"Dinner," was his curt yet acceptable reply, before he further added, "but my date ditched me." He looked somewhat dejected from the way he helplessly sighed.

Date? He had a date, just great! I snorted mentally. The information was a tad bit too much for me, considering my attraction towards him. It was already complicated enough for me to pursue even the thought, considering he wasn't just my friend but my brother's friend. Eric might approve the idea but I can't; I just can't. It was wrong in so many ways.

You'd get over it, I heard my sub-conscious mind scoff in response.

"But you," He was about to elaborate further but finally Eric cut him off by playfully bumping his fist into his shoulder, "Forget it. Now since you are here, come, join us for dinner."

Eric was too joyous for my liking. Not that I didn't like my brother or when he is in a good mood; but an overly joyous Eric reeked trouble, something that I wasn't up for.

However, Manik's response was clipped, "Looks like you don't mind me intruding your dinner plans," while Eric gestured him dismissively, his eyes found mine; "However, I am not sure your sister feels the same way." He held a challenging expression, as if my response would do anything but deflate his pride.

"Oh! She is fine. In fact, she is excited to have you with us for the dinner, right, little one?" Eric threw an arm across my shoulder and shot me a boyish grin. If I was any other girl, I would have drooled over the way his lips curled into a grin that would probably leave a girl's heart picking up pace; just the mere sight would do so, but thankfully I am his sister and somewhat immune to his charms. So I rather elbowed him in the gut.

Serves you right, brother dear, for embarrassing me, I thought dryly.

Instead, I scoff in response, "Your charms don't work on me, brother," audible enough for the two of us, only.

His hands instantly flew to clutch his fist over his heart as he threw a fake look of hurt in my direction. "You wound me, little one."

Before I had a chance to retort back at my brother, I heard a voice, "Excited," Manik's eyes danced with amusement as he repeated the one word that Eric had said, referring to my response. "So, just to confirm, you don't mind me," seeing his lips slightly twitch, I knew he purposely paused, "joining you," his eyes bored into mine, suggestively, as he inhaled before adding, "both, for dinner, that is." It wasn't a question but a statement, affirmative statement as intended.

I rolled my eyes at him. Boys and their self-centered nature, can't think beyond themselves. I marched towards the entrance as I looked over my shoulder to speak, "I wouldn't mind because I wouldn't even care to notice your presence throughout the dinner, hulk."

I knew it was rude of me but the hell if I could stay rooted and watch him smirk sinfully at me.

Feeling someone's presence behind me, I slowed. The air thickened as a huge, hard palm pressed across my lower back and simultaneously warm air blew across my earlobe, "You look beautiful." Feeling the heat rush across my cheek, I lowered my lashes. For a moment there I thought about it, I was casually dressed in a knee-length, sleeveless summer dress that had bold black stripes with my hair let loose.

That is hardly beautiful, I thought dryly.

Pardon me, if I don't know how a girl would respond to a comment like this, especially when it comes from the guy you are attracted to. I hadn't witnessed such a moment until now.

When his lips curled across the curve my ear I realized that his lips were on me and I was snapped out of my thoughts.

I turned my head to meet the glittering eyes. The result was unnerving though, the tip of my nose glided across his and our mouths were merely an inch or two away. The proximity had my heart rate quickening, he would just have to tilt his head and dip a little - that's all it would take for his lips to crash on mine. And to any passerby, with his head rightly bent to align mine, it'd look like we are about to kiss.

Calm the hell down, Nandini, I chanted in my head. However, it didn't help the jitters I felt with just the thought of him so up close.

Stupid, stupid attraction for the stupidly attractive hulk, I mentally stomped. The temptation to call the night off and walk out of the place was too strong that I had to use the trick to calm my nerves - count back from five.

Five, four, three..

I was getting a hold on my thumping heart but he being the devil he is, had to ruin it. "I'd work my way to make sure you notice my presence," he paused to kiss the tip of my ear, "throughout the night, kitten!"

Sadly he knew that his presence hardly went unnoticed. And I'd be the one to work harder to stick to my words. Let his presence go unnoticed.

And just like that he pulled away from me while I was still pondering over what just happened. With his palm flat and hard on my back, he led me to our table. I slid on the semi-circular, cushioned seat as he followed me. I had to ignore him. Avoid him at the best, or else he will go on with his wicked smirk throughout the night.

Wait, night! I thought - it was just the meal. Wasn't that the deal? After the meal, I am going home and he is going his way to his home.

For one last time, I thought, during this night I narrowed my eyes at him under scrutiny. He isn't going to get to mess up with my head. He is just teasing me, that's it, after all he knows me that bit at least.

My eyes found my brother, who strode in, oblivious to the heated temperature in the room. If it hadn't been about witnessing him walk mindlessly towards us, I wouldn't realize that I'd come for a dinner with my brother.

I suddenly felt the irresistible urge to throw my fist into his face. The guy had some nerve to leave me with his best-friend and engross himself with something on his cell phone.

Suddenly, I felt pity for the damn gadget for having manhandled. Rolling my eyes over the thought, Boys! I cleared my throat to gain his attention.

He dragged his eyes from the screen to meet mine and then again, shifted back to the screen, typing more feverishly this time.

Way to ignore your sister, when you are the one who happens to bring me out, brother dear, I huff in annoyance.

I took a moment to glare at him before throwing questions at him, "What's with you boys and your constant addiction to the damn gadget?" I find two pair of familiar eyes snapping at me. While one was narrowed, the other felt piercing into me.

"Sometimes, I really do doubt, what is more important to you all? The damn good for nothing cell phone or me?" I sigh, frustratedly. I am starting to envy the gadget now, like come on. Seriously?

However, neither of them utters a word, though I could feel slight vibrations to my left, where Manik sat. He surely found the situation hilarious. Well, it would be if I'd strangle down someone this night.

Eric slid to my right, taking a seat next to me and in the process sandwiching me between him and Manik. Now, I had no escape. I sighed; hopefully, the night won't be as traumatic as it started. At least, I can hope.

He slid his cell phone back into his pocket and pulled me into his side, "You!" Placing a kiss on my temples, he added, "You are more important than anything else, little one."

"I wish your actions didn't speak otherwise," I barked sarcastically, jabbing my elbow into his side.

Manik chose the exact moment to annoy me further. What was it with these two boys going around and annoying me? "Would the two of you cut it out and order something for dinner already?" He sounded irate while it should've been me. It's my right to be irritated; and not him. "And was that question even legit," I don't think the conversation was heading into a right direction, at least not where I wanted, "because the cell phone is obviously more important."

Oh! He just did not, I thought, drawing my eyes from Eric, who held an apologetic look to me while shooting a warning look at his best friend, I finally tuned my head, to look at Manik with murderous glares.

Before I could vocalize my thoughts, which I might mention was brutal enough, Eric butted in, "Manik," his voice held warning. I hurriedly turned my eyes to Eric, ignoring Manik, "I think we should order. I am hungry." I masked all the emotions other than joyous, playful ones - not willing to satisfy him for having hit the throbbing pulse.

As someone rightly said - Ignorance is a complete bliss. And that's what I did throughout the dinner, completely ignoring Manik's comments, no matter what he spoke.

It all went good until Eric's phone rang up. He cursed and looked at me apologetically, "I need to take this," I shot daggers at him, "Please," looking into his puppy-dog eyes didn't help me keeping a straight face.

How was one supposed to stay mad at him when he throws that look at me? How do I resist that? How can anyone resist that?

I was melting, "It's urgent," that was all I needed to hear to nod in affirmation at him. He took the call and headed towards a corner.

A few minutes later, when he returned, he still had that pleading look as if asking for something, that it puzzled me.

Taking my hands into his, as he slid back in his seat, he started, "I need to be somewhere else," before I could interject, he continued, "Manik will drop you home." It wasn't a request for Manik but a firm statement that left no room for argument.

I ignored the latter comment, that's to be dealt with some other time and asked something that bothered me, "Is it something you can't avoid," I wobbled with uncertainty, "for a little longer?"

Letting out a sigh, he shook his head, "I wouldn't have asked if that was a possibility."

"Is it important?" I questioned further, unable to hold back the question back. He nodded in response.

"You can drop me home then?"

He shook his head in negation, "Not happening," his eyes zeroed at mine, "you should continue with the dinner. Later, Manik would drop you home. Okay?" He held uncertainty in his eyes, apparently waiting for my response.

"But," I was interjected by his annoyed voice, "I won't take no for an answer. So, stay," his eyes softened, "Please."

"Fine," I gave into his demands, exhaling heavily. "I'd manage my way home."

"No, you don't need to." His brows scrunched in dismay, "Manik is going to drop you home and that's final." As though judging from my expression, he knew I was about to disagree, "I don't want to argue over this. If you don't want me to bother about you having reached home safely, you need to let Manik drop you home." His eyes averted to Manik and he gave a curt nod.

He leaned to kiss the top of my head, as he murmured a 'bye' into my hair and left. My eyes were solely trained on his retreating form, until he disappeared from my sight.

I slightly turned in my seat, still not meeting the pointed black eyes, pinned at me. "You don't need to." I grabbed my clutch, willing to leave the moment I discard the last deed for the night. "I'll pay at the counter."

I had hardly moved an inch in my seat, when a firm grip encircled around my wrist. I let my eyelids shut

"Where do you think you're going?" His thundering voice made me shiver. "You think you'll get away with this, kitten?" His husky voice purred into my ears, I felt his nose sliding across the tip of my ear, "or me?"

His hand clamped across my waist, along with mine as he held my wrist in his grip.

"I am capable of paying for the dinner, kitten; and surely, capable of dropping you home, sound and safe." No doubts there, however, that takes me down the memory lane, and so much more.

The soft vibration of his chest, as he chuckled at my futile attempt to free myself, rumbled against my back, made my heart beat accelerate at a faster pace. The intoxicating masculine fragrance filled in my nostrils jiggling my thoughts and the ability to make any coherent ones. Trying one last time to wiggle out of his grasp, I stuttered hoarsely, "Manik!"

Great, now that doesn't even sound like my own voice, the voice seemed alien to my own ears. I wonder what he would take it.

"Don't," he commanded in an authoritative tone, I didn't know he possessed. His rushed breath tickled my nape; he spoke in a tender voice, whispering right into my ears, "What have I done to receive this silent treatment?"

Made me furious, I wanted to snap back but the words didn't roll out of my mouth.

"Tell me," his tone sounded more of a plea than an order or request.

How does he goes all gentle and soft in seconds, after being beasty arrogant, I wondered.

"Nandini," the way my name rolled out of his tongue, helplessly, I understood he was still waiting for me to respond. Not knowing an appropriate answer to his question, also the inability to voice out anything, I opted to shrug.

The very instant his head dropped onto my shoulder and I gasped. "Let's finish the dinner and then I'll drop you home."

With his hands still around my waist, he turned me to dace the table. Grasping the clutch with the other hand, he placed it on the other side of the table. I stared at my dish which no more seemed appealing.

So toying with the food, I blurted out, "You had a date." The instant the words left my mouth, I regretted it. My tone was laced with disappointment and I silently prayed that he wouldn't have noticed it.

The clattering against the plate indicated of the fork being dropped or placed, I was rather opting for being slammed though. I felt his eyes trained at me, "Yes, why?" The note of humor was unmistakeable in his words.

He finds it funny, while I don't. Way to sound like too desperate, Miller, I snorted at myself.

"I was just wondering," I purposely paused, sensing his eyes boring into my skull - he would bury a hole if he continues with this, "that she either was blind or had a blur eyesight." Slowly turning my head, my eyes met his and a smirk stretched across my lips as I took his smile disappearing.

Without giving him a chance to counter, I added, "You have got an ego as big as the size of a dinosaur with an empty skull. How could any girl agree to date you?"

"Kitten," his lips twitched into a lopsided grin, "you'd be surprised to know that it's me who has the option to agree to a date; not otherwise. Also, any girl would be flattered to dine with me," his eyes gleamed knowingly, "though you have got the opportunity, all to yourself."

I averted my gaze, wandering my eyes everywhere but him. He's got a way with words - a way that sends tickles across one's form.

Picking my fork, I stuffed a bite into my mouth. All this while, his eyes still rested on me. He was watching me hastily stuff food into my mouth; and I felt self-conscious.

"Eat," I mumbled, jabbing my elbow into his side.

I had busied myself in the food, when I suddenly heard, "Cousin," I snapped at him, confused, "dinner date."

"Uh, what?" His words didn't make sense to me at all.

"My date," he whispered back, "my dinner date tonight," I nodded still confused, "it was with my cousin sister." Furrowing my brows, I looked at him. Seriously, he was here on a dinner date with his cousin?

As though having read my thought, he answered with a sheepish smile, "It wasn't a date actually."

Still you addressed it like a date, way to create confusion, hulk, I though sarcastically.

"But we are weird that way," he added. I couldn't agree any less. However, I was one hell of a weird specimen as well.

"Oh," that was all I could say before shoving the food into my mouth, yet again.

"Were you jealous?" He mocked-innocently, though he was anything but.

"No," I whisper yelled in defence.

"Sure, you were not," his words fell in acceptance, though his expression gave in. He was biting onto his lips to suppress his laughter and his eyes were twitched in amusement.

"Whatever lets you sleep at night, kitten," he teased, "whatever," he hinted mischievously, making the heat rush towards my cheek.

Controlling the smile that was now creeping across my lips and resisting the rising colour of my cheeks, I rolled my eyes at him. "In your dreams," I snarled back at him.

"You wouldn't want to know what my dream consists of," he grinned mischievously, yet so boyishly that suggestively inked dirty thoughts across his face, "not even the slightest bit, kitten." And with that he burst into the fits of laughter.

I elbowed him which just ended up as a shove into his gut. However, it silenced him for long enough and he didn't utter a word throughout the dinner; not any that gave indication of him having dirty thoughts.

Later, relishing the food and the mouth-watering taste of the meal, we sat silently having our dinner.

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Cooldude101

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Posted: 7 years ago

#44

reading this the third time, but it never gets old. I love reading it again and again and maybe I'll go and read again.😉

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AKANKSHA

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Posted: 7 years ago

#45

Originally posted by: -shenz-

Firstly, a very warm welcome with hugs to you, Akanksha ! It's people like you and the motivating words that's been showered upon on this story is why I get back to this inspite of all the struggles I gotta go through while putting it up.

But trust me, it's not just you but many more who haven't been here once the show went down, and that includes me too.

To be honest, your words are enough for me to carry it out for another ten chapters ^_^ so it's okay if others don'e find it worth and a few people just drop by stating that it is worth the time and read.

If the place seems to be an issue to you, it's up on Wattpad as well - just saying, in case you are interested. About being able to continue to read or not, girl, I believe, it's fine. The story not might be appealing to many but I am glad the words somehow make you come and comment. That itself is an achievement.

I will be doing a lot more writeups. Though my speed currently is pathetic but I have somehow managed to grab some time and energy to go through the comments and reply back to the comments here.

By the way, Thanks. Thanks a lot. I might not be able to thank enough because you somehow got me motivated to do more.

With all the love and regards,
Shenz :)

hieee again shenz !

I am really glad that my few words were able to get you motivated. My absence was not majorly because the show went down but because I was having boards this year . I was a science student and that really became tough for me to cope up.

Now this year my results are out and I am sitting back at my home from last two months feeling absolutely useless now.

My college will start in August and I am all free for now. Yes I won't deny that the show was not at all the reason but for me it was more because of the ofscreen drama and season 2 which pissed me more and I somehow lacked my interest .

But I still cherish Manan, They still give me feels and I still watch the old episodes whenever I get time .

Well about wattpad , Yes I too started writing over there , two months before and stay much more active there because we can't deny the fact that ky2 forum is almost dead , and that even pinches me because I made amazing friends here and we used to discuss about the show and manan feels a lot.

And wattpad didn't pleased me with all that craziness , not yet.

But still I would love to follow you over there , your user name ?

And yes keep writing coz you r heavenly amazing with words and practical as well.

And that was something with forced me yet again to appreciate you .

And try to update soonish , I would love to read more from you

Did I forgot to mention before that I loved Eric ? I absolutely did.

Lots of hugs and kisses darling !🤗

And Thanks for the warm welcome

Akanksha :)

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AKANKSHA

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Posted: 7 years ago

#46

Oh sorry I didn't saw chapter 7 ..

I will let you know once I read that ..

And do read my reply at page 6 :)

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ROOP0605

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Posted: 7 years ago

#47

superb,

interesting,

manik is such a tease,

eric is so cool as a brother

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Shahnaz

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Posted: 7 years ago

#48

Chapter Eight.

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Manik's P.O.V.

When Eric had come up with the excuse of 'urgent work', for a moment there, I did really doubt him. What was I to make out of the whole situation that was unwrapped few moments ago? When he did all but pretend to be surprised about my presence, he knew it though.

However, his reasons are not known to me, I wasn't in a mood to listen either. All that was keeping me from hitting him right then for his act was the presence of the cute kitten who was already fuming with annoyance. It was their time of the week; she didn't like it to be shared. She hadn't let any other plans her friend, Shelly made intervene with hers' and Eric's time.

Hell, I wouldn't have agreed to wait for him to arrive while my dinner plans were ditched by a cousin of mine, if it was known to me. I thought she'd know and would have agreed but she was clueless. Here, Nandini might even assume that I knew about what-so-ever stupid plan or prank Eric was playing, or even that I was involved.

God knows, what she would throw when she learns about her brother's act? She is furious enough for the night, I wouldn't wish to witness the kitten red with furry. I had received almost gazillion of glares and cold shoulder throughout the dinner, I didn't want her to pounce on me with this topic and probably rip a limb or two, where I am nothing but innocent.

Though one glance at him and I was assured that whatever his important work was, wasn't some made up plan of his. He was serious and genuine; very much genuine.

Since the situation landed me with another opportunity to accompany the package of cuteness and drop her back home, I was rather looking forward for it. I might have even thanked Eric for this, if he wouldn't have manipulated things the way he did. Anyways, I get a chance to spend some quality time with this intriguing specimen.

She is unusual, and probably that's why, sparks interest in me. At times, she is too silent, while at other times, she is goes on with her banter that can leave anyone drawn to her and at the same time be irritated as she wouldn't stop, even if asked to.

The reaction when she realized that I was to have dinner date - well, it was only dinner, though we like to call it dinner date - with my cousin, she gasped almost in horror. Her wide terrified eyes stared back at me and I didn't really know whether to laugh at her antics or to pull her cheeks. However, her features later softened and she pretty much seemed more calm than before; thankfully.

We managed to finish the rest of the meal in silence. Just for the sake of it, I kept stealing glances at her. I mean, who knows when she'd yet again have another mood swing and snap me with words.

She seemed fine until I cleared the bill and offered her an out stretched hand.

"I am capable of helping myself out, Manik," she spoke calmly; rather too calm than her usual self.

I pinned my eyes at her, stern yet cautiously. Daring her to speak further, I stayed silent.

She sighed, "I still think, I should take a cab or something, back home." Fishing out the unacceptable reason, she strayed her eyes to the floor and then everywhere but me.

"Why? Are you scared that I'd bite you, kitten?" I couldn't help but chuckle. I grasped her hand in mine and pulled her, "Come on, kitten." I dragged her out, ignoring her protests. Eventually, her protests died and I felt her shoulders slump as she sighed.

Our steps faltered as we reached the exit gate, where an old man sat at a desk with a bowl of candies. He greeted the two of us and smiled cheekily at Nandini. "Have some candies, sweet lady," she giggled at his animated way of offering but obliged anyway, murmuring a thanks in response. Her hand fell apart from my grip and instantly my hands were shoved into the pocket.

After having offered her the candies, he set the bowl back at the desk. I wiggled my brows at him, "Wouldn't you offer me some of those, old man?"

He let out a throaty chuckle and eyed Nandini with amused eyes, "Some company you've got here," he pointed playfully at me.

She giggled, softly replying, "That's true." I frowned internally as the two behaved as some friends who have known each other for long.

"Why can't I get some candies, when she clearly can?" Eyeing them sternly, I added further, "I might be willing to take some for a few kids I know, or maybe offer some sweetness to this girl," I jabbed a finger at her, to which her eyes widened reasonably and shot an amused glare my way. Ignoring her, I continued further, "Just so that I can try my luck to impress her." I stated with a suggestive note.

He then picked a candy and held it in front of me, "This wouldn't help you for long." Handing the candy to me, he leaned forward whispering softly into my ears, so that only I could hear, "though she wouldn't need anything much fancy to be impressed."

He moved a step back, leaving me all confused and astounded. Rolling a shoulder, he casually added, "Just a suggestion."

His eyes turned softly at Nandini once again and smiled warmly at her, "I hope you enjoyed your time here."

Why do I think, there's an 'and' there? Anyway, I leave the thought, making a note not to over think.

"Oh! We did," she returned, smiling similar to that of the old man, yet politely. "Thanks once again," she tipped at her candies that were ready to be plopped into her hand purse. And with that she stepped towards the exit, after exchanging goodbyes with the old man.

"Have fun, kids," I looked at him over my shoulder to have him smile goofily at us. When his eyes caught mine, he winked at me.

Not happening, old man, I thought disapprovingly. Though Nandini was fun to be around and I like to tease her, even flirt with her; but that didn't change the fact that she was off limits. So if I was to enter into such a thing, I'd have to give a lot of thought to it; not to forget the number of people and their emotions I'd have to consider.

I might be playfully flirting with her at times but that's nothing but harmless; and we both know it. Apart from that the physical pull or the spark of interest that she ignites within me; is something I can fight; for my long lasting friendship with Eric; for the newly found friend in Nandini. I wouldn't wish to mess up with any of it. With a lot of things at stake, there's a fear of interjecting awkwardness between us, if things would be nothing but a fling; something casual and short lived. And that was a big possibility; a big time possibility.

Thus, a sane conclusion was to not chase something that leaves one with nothing in the end.

Shrugging the thought, I stepped beside Nandini. "So, had fun, huh?" I asked casually.

"Of course," she giggled before adding, "that is, until Eric left," her eyes shimmered with mischief and I knew she was anything but serious. Even her voice had a hint of amusement and playfulness to it.

"Way to blow my ego, kitten," I stated with mock seriousness. Narrowing my eyes at her, I queried, "You've got something from the old man, kitten, now haven't you?"

Her eyes instantly flew in the direction of the restaurant and her voice came out tender as she spoke, "He was good."

"Sure thing. But he is also contagious." Her eyes wiggled at me in confusion, "You've been giggling and smiling ever since he offered you candies," I shrugged, elaborating on something that I had observed.

A thought nagged my mind and I couldn't refrain from questioning, "Is that all what it takes?" She eyed me as if I was speaking an alien language to her, "I mean, just a few candies and you bless the person with the best of your smiles, giggles and laughter. Is that all it takes to have you smile?"

She rolled her lips out and raked her brain for a few fractions of a second before replying, "Yeah! Pretty much," marching a few steps away, she spoke while walking in the direction of the parking space, "if I chase for more and do not appreciate the things I get, I might not find any happiness. In fact I might just end up struggling to grab happiness and by the time I realize that there were so many reasons lying around me while I went for the chase, I wouldn't even be left with it." Her eyes were trained at a distance while she spoke with a commendable maturity for someone of her age; our age, if I point out so.

"And who in the world doesn't like candies?" She beamed, turning on her heels to face me with her wide astounded eyes. As if candies were the greatest jackpot one could hit, though for her it really seemed like a jackpot, guessing from the way she reacts. "Even you asked for some," she stomped and pointed out accusingly at me.

And the fury in the cute kitten is unwrapped, I thought. Without wanting to ignite her fury any further, "My fault," I raised my hands in surrender and took a step back.

She huffed approvingly as I stepped to march towards my car, grabbing her hand in mine and pulling her to the destined spot.

"I'd still prefer to take a cab or maybe walk back home," she beamed excitedly as if the idea of walking back home was some adventurous ride that she couldn't miss out on. I wonder why the idea of walking excites her; not that I didn't enjoy the experience and would like to experience it all over again, but damn the girl has a thing for walk.

Or maybe she is just scared of you and your car in the dark night; or you, a voice snarled in my head.

She was willing to walk all the way to her house which was like at least an hour away if we chose to walk. My eyebrows knitted, boring my eyes at her, "No," I barked back at her, but added with a chuckle, "Not until you want to flaunt a fractured ankle in front of Eric or you want me to flaunt more than just that," the last bits were after Eric's thought kicked in.

"You just have to drag Eric in almost everything to make me agree to you," she flared her nostrils and huffed in annoyance, "now don't you?"

Stomping her feet, she walked a few steps away but halted, turning her head back, "Now are you waiting for Eric to come and break your bones," she asked furiously. I shook my head and led her towards my car.

After a few moments of silence, she had cooled down and muttered sliding in the passenger seat, "I never really pegged you to be the one for cars," I furrowed my brows, thinking as to what this topic was about, as I took my seat.

"You seem more into the bad boy category," unable to control, I snapped my head at her, pinning her under the scrutiny of my blazing eyes, "I mean, you've got this streak of danger in you," she quickly added.

Too bad, I had already heard about being categorized as a bad boy. She surely didn't want to come across the deeds a bad boy could conduct.

"You surely don't want to be the one to see how bad and dangerous I can be," I hissed. Not that I was going to show her that side but she needs to watch that mouth of hers.

"I didn't mean it in that sense," she cried, defending her earlier statement.

"All I wanted to say was that you somewhat fit into the whole typical bad boy image; with blazers instead if leather jackets and car instead of bikes but you've got the dangerous streak," she blabbered in a rush, "So you seem like an advanced version of bad boys," and ending with that she playfully beamed at me, "A new, better and advanced version," flashing her toothy smile at me as my steely expressions might have slipped.

Shaking the thoughts and letting the playful expression slip back at its place, I teased while roaring the car into life and pulling it on the road, "So you've given a lot of thought to this," because she had to, for having such long readily elaborate speech for a better understanding.

She rather rolled her eyes at me in response. "You fancy the whole good girl and bad boy fictions," the idea of her going around the school and being attracted to the bad boys, somehow bothered me.

Not because of the attraction; or maybe the slightest of tad bit reason for it but majorly because she along with Eric is a friend of mine. I might have not known her for long but the time duration was long enough for me to realize that she isn't someone to be crushed and crumpled. She deserves better than bad boys.

"Not really," her nose twitched in disgust. "By the way, there's no one in this world who can just be good or bad," I'd hate to voice my agreement, though she is somehow correct, "Also, it's an individual's choice whether to be good or bad."

So very true, I thought inwardly. However, her deep thoughts do make me wonder from where she had picked such in depth yet a simple vision to life.

"Does that mean you've got a bad girl, hidden in there," I pointed out at her as I held her eyes with my twinkling ones and shifted my gaze back at the road.

"I never labelled myself as a good girl," I could imagine her lips rolled out in a pout as she shrugged.

"Yeah right," and with that I sped up to her house, while she gazed into the endless sky out of the window.

"Here we are," I announced as I halted the car near her house. She had kept her gaze set outside with a distant thought.

Tilting her head in my direction, she whispered a thank you' and held the door open. I slid out of the car as she did. Turning around to her side, I placed a hand at the small of her back, pushing her slightly towards the main door.

Her eyes shot at me, followed by an eye-roll, "You know, I can walk this short distance. It's not like something is going to jump out of the bushes and try to hurt me; not that I can't handle that but still," she spoke while padding towards the door, following my lead.

"Could you just comply without complaining?" I requested, irked. But the irritating feeling disappeared into the thin air as she stuck her tongue out at me.

Did she just do that?

She has behaved a lot more casual ever since she and I became friends. And such an immature yet innocent and animatedly put behaviour was now a usual sight, though it was the first time she had her tongue sticking out at me.

She stepped ahead unlocking the door and once she did, she turned on her heels meeting my eyes. "Thanks," she said and glanced at her wrist watch. Something flicked through her expressions and her brows furrowed, "Coffee?" She asked politely.

God knows what thought passed her head that she is offering me a coffee. The instant thought that ran into my head was, whether it was some sort of an invitation?

"You really want me to join you for coffee, kitten," she simply nodded while a puzzled expression washed over her features as though such an offer was an usual occurrence.

I leaned forward, dipping my head into her as I whispered into her ear, "You and me," I purposely voiced suggestively in a husky tone, "in Eric's absence," biting my lips to refrain from chuckling, I straightened to announce, "Sure, why not?"

Instead of lowered lashes and flushed cheeks, I was welcomed with smacking on my arms, deadly glares and her nostrils flaring at me. "You surely don't deserve a 'thank you coffee'. You have that perverted mind of yours at alert like all the time." She scrunched her lips in distaste.

"Go away you, pervert," she shoved me, making me stumble a few steps back. I hadn't called for it.

I eyed her innocently, "I wouldn't turn down a good cup of coffee for anything in the world," I walked past her, entering the house, "and with you being the one to offer, it seems like a perks of dropping you home." I smiled knowingly. She might behave casually but I still know the ways to get her riled up.

The night pretty much passed away in a blur yet more or less as expected; with getting her furious, bringing out the angry kitten in her and then calming her down, some general conversations over the coffee and a few moments of silence settling between the two of us. Later, I departed, after getting a confirmation from Eric that he wasn't gone for too long and would be back pretty soon.

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My steps fell next to Eric's, as the two of us moved across the hallway and towards the parking space.

"Come on," he pulled me, dragging me out, "Nandini must be already waiting for us."

I was about retort back at him, when a moment caught our eyes. It wouldn't have been difficult to drag our eyes away with disinterest any other day, if it wasn't for that one face that had us both worried and fuming.

Nandini was pinned against a car with Leo's body looming over hers. Shock registered across her features and her eyes widened.

Within no time, Eric marched to where they stood and tore apart the filthy guy off. His eyes raked through her frame once, while she sighed. It didn't take me long to reach the spot with mere three strides.

Not missing the look from Eric, I threw a comforting arm across Nandini's shoulder and held her at a distance, stepping a few steps back from the spot.

"Are you fine?" I voiced the question that Eric's concerned eyes held ever since the scene unfolded in front of our eyes. It was impossible to miss his worried expressions.

"Yeah," she sighed, slumping into my arms. "But-" I interrupted, gently rubbing my palm against her arm.

"Its fine," I whispered softly making her eyes shut.

Assured that Nandini was at a safe distance, Eric dragged his eyes apart from Nandini and I; and threw his fist across Leo's face, with enough force to land him on the floor.

Not satisfied with one punch, Eric grabbed him by his collar and punched yet again. Nandini's eyes shit open and she protested against my hold. While Leo tried to speak something, Eric didn't give him a chance to.

Seeing that I wasn't going to loosen my hold against her, Nandini screamed at Eric to stop. However, he chose to ignore her plea and so did I.

"Eric leave him, right now," she yelled at him. When nothing seemed helping to her, she elbowed me in the gut. Clutching my stomach I cursed out loud, though it sounded like a hiss.

She walked to where Eric threw punches at Leo, and grabbed Eric by shoulder trying to tear them apart which went in vain.

Though what stunned me was that Eric was getting rough and she didn't care about having to face a rough push or something along the lines in her direction.

Being sure that Eric wouldn't want to hurt his little sister, intentionally or otherwise, I stepped in. "Stop it before you hurt Nandini in the process." I spoke out loud, while peeling him off Leo, who adorned a bleeding mouth and a few blue-purple patches across his face.

Nandini leaned down, inspecting the face of the jerk and apologized on behalf of Eric, though I didn't understand the reason. She shot a glare in our direction and with eyes pointed at us, questioned, "What the hell was all this fuss for?"

Ask what now? I groaned at the thought.

"He had you pinned against the car," Eric scowled; ready to pounce for another round of punches. He'd have launched himself, if it wasn't for my grip to hold him still, in place.

She let the stern look slip for a moment as her features stumbled in a puzzle, "So, what?"

I frowned while Eric growled at her and zeroed his eyes at Leo. As though finally processing our thoughts, she gasped. Her hands flew to cover her mouth and her eyes grew wider.

Rubbing her palms across her face, she covered it, "It wasn't what it looked like," she answered embarrassingly, while neither I nor Eric seemed convinced.

The guy in question had tried a thing on her just around a month ago, he wouldn't just pin her against a car to check the shade of her eyes, and no one would.

She let her hands fall on either of her sides and looked up at us, "And even if it was, I am capable enough of handling the situation. Also Leo, here," she pointed at him and added further, "Wouldn't try a thing on me after the perks he had received the last time," she had a sly smile curving on her lips.

A look at Leo told the story that we were looking for. He cringed at her words and instantly clamped his thighs together, shielding his jewels. I couldn't decide whether the urge to burst into fits of laughter was stronger than to feel sorry for Leo and his jewels.

"You can't just go around and throw punches at someone whom you think tried a thing on me." She flared, throwing her hands in the air.

"The hell if I can't," Eric muttered carelessly, though if her pointed stare was an indication, then needless to say that she surely heard it.

"Try it," she threw a challenging stare his way as she folded her arms across her chest.

He sighed loudly, "Why in the hell would you try to defend him?" It wouldn't be wrong if I state that he was indeed voicing out my thoughts for now. Even I wanted to know why she was hell bent on saving someone like Leo.

"Because he is a friend," she spoke, leaving not just me and Eric baffled but even Leo seemed surprised, though amusement reflected more in his eyes.

"And isn't that what friends do?" Her eyes trailed at me for a moment and then slid back, daring him to speak otherwise.

"He was about to-" Eric was interrupted midway and for a reason I was glad. I wouldn't want to hear what could have happened or what we perceived to happen.

"He wasn't," she shook her head and twitched her nose with disgust, "all you need to know is that he wasn't trying to harm me." Inhaling heavily, she bored her eyes at Eric, "This conversation isn't over yet."

And with that she drew her eyes away and faced Leo, "You need first aid," she spoke softly, with concern.

Taking his hands in hers, she left the two of us gauging the situation and with a similar thought running in our heads; if Eric's wiggled brows and confused look was any hint.

What in the hell did just happen here?

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Posted: 6 years ago

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Chapter Nine.

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Nandini's P.O.V.

I slumped into the seat and passed a tight lipped smile across the table to Leo. My eyes ran in search of the familiar ones; and I found them looking back at me. It slowly shifted to glare murderously at the back of Leo's head. I hadn't expected a warm welcome for Leo but I really hoped that Eric wasn't this obvious about Leo and I being friends.

I mean, we literally are just friends, for crying out loud.

His cold behaviour is justified, though he needs to understand that at times one needs to forget and forgive. Leo had sincerely apologized and I still wouldn't have been able to decide until that day, when perceptions changed; at least mine did, though I can't vouch for Eric.

Eric and Manik had walked in when Leo held me securely against the side of a car. It took me long enough to realize what it might have looked to any passerby. So, I don't really blame them. Though, the least they could have done was demand for an explanation, instead of throwing punches at Leo.

He still sported few marks across his face. If I was to explain his condition these days in one word, I'd use the term 'dented'. Without a doubt, Eric nailed his punches with perfection.

Just like Eric, even I needed time to calm down before I handled a fumingly protective brother. So, I chose to drag Leo along to escape from the situation, while I could feel the puzzled eyes at me; not to forget Leo's amused expression with a damaged face. However, while I was bandaging him, I announced that I did wish to be friends with him, with all honesty. Nothing more, nothing less.

To say he was escalated would be an understatement. He deserved that, he had earned that. For days, he had been nothing but supporting and genuine whenever around. Even in the parking space, he had pushed me against a car only to avoid a speeding car hitting me. People at school drive like they own the whole damn world.

When I had explained things to Eric later that day, he held mixed emotions. He was furious that someone could have hit me - it took minutes for him to control his urge to hit someone or something; he was relieved, once he was completely satisfied that I wasn't hurt in the slightest of manner and had no injury, not even a minor scratch; he held disapproval as well. Disapproval was directed at Leo. Eric had made it clear that though he was grateful to Leo for having saved me from a tragic accident, he didn't wish to have Leo anywhere around me.

Trying to explain him was the most difficult task. Later, I did the only thing that was the option left with me. I used his statement back at him, "You'll live with it."

Of course, he will; he has to. However, his efforts can be clearly seen. He was trying to be civilized. I sighed; it takes time to accept any change.

While Eric was being tough on the edges, yet trying to compose himself; Shelly was elated when she heard the news. She was bubble of joy, jumping with excitement. Her excitement had reached its peak when Leo started to join us on the lunch table. However, I didn't wish to draw attention.

For the initial couple of days, I was persistent that he should rather join his friends. I had told the same thing to Eric and Manik as well. They don't join me for lunch, though they are always around. But Leo was insistent that he wasn't going to go anywhere.

"I am always surrounded by my team mates and they are all that I have as friends. So stop pushing me, until you don't really wish to be friends with me, anymore." He dramatically sniffed. I still remember the look on his face; and it brings out the same reaction every time. I rolled my eyes.

When things seemed smooth to me, Eric dropped the interrogation bomb over my head. In his words, "I want to have a word with the dear friend of yours." His smile was forced and I could detect the hidden term 'millions of word' instead of 'a word'. While I held fury; Leo rather stayed calm. How, I don't even understand; and they say women are of complex character to understand. The fury multiplied when I was asked to leave. Narrowing my eyes at Eric as I folded my arms, I stood there stubbornly. His steely gaze didn't falter even in the slightest bit as he stood his ground; and I was forced to stomp away. Though, I wasn't one to do things as been told. Thus, I took a turn at the nearby corner of the hallway, out of their sight yet within the earshot.

I could strainingly hear as Eric spoke menacingly. How much ever charming personality Eric portrayed or held; there lays a dangerously dark personality beneath the various layers. He was a sweet talker, straight forward and utterly likeable person; a complete fun package, mostly. Though, there were times and situations wherein he unveils his deadly serious personality, which is nothing but scary. However, the scary side of him was only restricted to people who pose a threat or seem harmful to anyone whom he cares about. Thankfully, I wasn't the one to face his scary side, ever; and I wish, I'd never be.

What I didn't get was how Leo was harmful? As far as I remember, Leo couldn't even handle the punches Eric threw at him the other day. So, he nowhere posed a threat that Eric should be concerned about.

Eric pinned Leo with his words with such intensity that I couldn't help as I shuddered. If this was the scenario with a friend, who wasn't even close to being that someone with whom I'd think of dating, not as of now, I don't know what would be the case with my boyfriend; and honestly, I don't wish to know. However, Leo is far from the stage of being one to be interrogated.

The words that had me wide-eyed were, "Would you ever think of approaching Nandini in a romantic way?" Eric's sharp-edged tone depicted what I couldn't see. I could imagine his calculative eyes pierced at Leo while his clenched fist by his sides, ready to throw punches at him.

Though, what shocked me further was Leo's response, "I always do." His voice was calm, as if he was confessing the most obvious and universal fact. "Though, I know where to draw the line," he added further but something had his words halt for a moment or two; and I guess, I know what it was. Eric's sarcastic comment, probably.

It was somewhere on the lines of, 'Yeah! You surely do,' I can actually imagine Eric hissing those words at Leo. He still held that one incident against Leo, which he knew vaguely about.

Anyways, Leo continued, and much to my relief his words were somehow assuring, "I have made mistakes but I wouldn't repeat them. I wouldn't do anything that Nandini disapproves of. For me, the chance that she has given is valuable; and wouldn't lose it for anything."

That should have assured Eric, as it did to me but it rather had him on alert. Curse the term 'diplomacy', he was comfortable if I pursued his best friend and my friend, Manik or the other way round; but he has a problem if that was the case with Leo. That's utter partiality.

Ever since then, Leo receives steely glares from Eric.

Anyways, my decision of being friends with Leo wasn't a letdown. Instead, it reinforced my trust on Leo, a little.

Leo shook me off and brought abrupt halt to my train of thoughts, "What or may I ask, who keeps you so indulged in your thoughts?" The suggestive eyes held mine and a lazy smile crept across his face in a teasing manner.

"I am right here," he spoke gently as I shook my head in response, giggling at his tactics. "You'd rather live the reality than dream," he confidently points at himself, "and I'd make all of your dreams, real," he winked.

I slapped his shoulder playfully, "Firstly, I don't dream about you," because thoughts can't be tagged as dreams, "and secondly, I was thinking; thinking about how long would you have to adorn a punched face," I feigned a sorry face, playfully, though the glint in my eyes gave away. Sometimes Eric and his punches prove to be a handy escape.

"Why," he sported an amused look as his eyes lit up, "are you concerned for me?" Resisting the urge to roll my eyes at his self-esteem, I glared at him.

"Nope," I replied, "I am concerned for myself." He wiggled his brows in confusion and I further added, "My eyes are straining from the sight of your punched face."

Maintaining a straight, expressionless face for a few seconds, I let the emotions take over and laughed at his blinking expressions.

Shelly chose the exact moment to interrupt as she announced her arrival with the slamming if her bag over the table.

Poor table, I thought and looked over to Leo who shared the same look. Quickly running over my gaze through the crowd, I found the people at the nearby tables eyeing us, attentively. Sighing heavily, I turned my attention towards the matter in hand - Shelly and her sudden mood swing. However, I was sure that this had to be something related to her boyfriend. These days, her life revolved around her boyfriend. She acted a little different from what I've known her from.

But who can blame the girl? Newly found relationships do end up a person with similar situations.

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Walking towards the yard area and letting the gentle breeze brush off against the skin, is a good feeling to feel once in a while; especially when you have an amazing company of a friend and some coffee.

The orange in the sky marked the end to another one of our hectic days. Slumping over the greens of the grass, I slid beside Manik.

Stretching an arm to hand him over his coffee, I looked at him, lost. He stared into the distant space. It was difficult to believe that we were currently seated at the front yard area at my house and this had become a usual and one of the most random events in our schedules, yet it was comfortable and easy.

It all had started with that one evening when Manik had literally followed me back home from school.

Playfully bumping his shoulders to mine, he kept bugging me as he asked, "What's wrong?" There wasn't anything wrong with the question but the question crept up with every five minutes; and that's what annoyed me. I was anyway feeling low after the boring day at school. School wasn't really fun with Leo gone for the entire day for some soccer practice and having Shelly called for a sick day; to top it all, I didn't have my annoying jerk of a brother, Eric around to lighten up a smile across my face. So, yes, I was feeling a little low. Kill me for being suddenly introduced a horrific feeling of loneliness.

Though Manik tried to keep an eye on me for almost the entire day, except for the times when I made an escape.

He did make my day a lot better than what it could have been without him as well, though comparing a person against three doesn't really work.

But he was getting on my nerves and trying to rile me up by repeating the same question. The next time his shoulder bumped into mine as he repeated the goddamn question, I flaringly reverted back, "Shut up!"

"But, what's wrong?" There, he had to be most stubbornly annoying jerk ever. The very moment, a question popped into my head, does he ever give up?

I looked at him as he stood confidently with his questioning eyes staring back at me and a smile that gently curled upon his lips. He wasn't giving up and the fact made me sigh out heavily, "I am sorry," and I further added, "It just isn't one of my best days."

How much ever did I hope that he wouldn't pry further on the topic anymore, he had to. He just had to.

Placing his hands on both my shoulders, he turned me to face him, completely. Looking at him with confused eyes, I waited for him to speak.

"Not all the days are our best ones," the confusion in my eyes doubled. Didn't I just say that as well?

"But," He spoke further as his eyes peered into mine, "we can make all our days, the best ones."

Okay! I thought, letting his words settle into my head. Sometimes the deepest insight to life is given by people you rarely expect from.

"Let's make your day worth counting as one of your bests," his right hand travelled across my arm, gripping on my hand, while the other one fell apart; and he dragged me along.

We walked across the streets, roamed around the park, chit chatted about anything and almost everything. The topics were the randomest of all as we adored a couple of cute chubby kids; admired an old couple as they sat on the bench and had their moment of romance; giggled and laughed as we heard a bunch of women complaining about their lovers or husbands. We ate ice-cream as we exited the park after an eventful day at park.

It wasn't the one of the fancy things to do but I had fun; and that's exactly what mattered. I just needed to simply have some joyous moments, where one can laugh, giggle, talk and even cry as one wishes to. Manik just happened to make me live those moments when I didn't know how to.

By the time we had reached my house, the sky had turned darker. I dumped my bag at the ground before I flopped on the plush grass of the yard area. Dragging Manik along, I made him settle beside me as I leaned my head over his shoulder.

"Thank you," I whispered softly into the air as I kept my eyes trained ahead. His head snapped in my direction, indicating that my words were well delivered.

Without having looked at him, I could feel his puzzled eyes at me. I rolled my eyes, still staring ahead, "Just sit," was all I had to say to make him stop fidgeting, resting my palm over his shoulder as my arms hooked with his.

We sat, silently staring as the sky evolved with a shade darker. Soon, the twinkling stars and the nerve calming moon, took their places at the shadowy canvas.

"It's lonely in there," the words choked out and I was astonished to have admitted it to Manik. It felt easy and right.

His hand gently patted over mine that rested on his shoulder and he softly mumbled, "I know."

Though his words held the hint of understanding that was enough to assure me that my words weren't misinterpreted for anything else, I still felt the need to clarify further, "When Eric isn't home, like now; when he is off to work, the house seems empty." It was difficult to explain the emptiness that erupted through the echoing boundaries of the house when I was the only when to reside. "I have always been surrounded with people, until the day I shifted here," I tried to reason as much as I could verbalize. With my grandparents, I always had someone or the other around.

"Do you regret your decision?" Hearing his question, something snapped within me and I was suddenly on a defensive mode.

"Not at all," I shook my head vigorously, showing how serious I was, as I shifted to face him. "Having chosen to come and build my relation with Eric is by far the best decision of my life. I don't regret it; I would never regret it," I declared.

"I was expecting that," he pointed out; adorning a heart-warming smile that was encouraging enough for me to let him know more. "So, what, according to you, is the problem?" He asked.

Surfing through the thick, jumbled thoughts in my head, I questioned the same to myself. It wasn't about lack of affection or love, because Eric is the best brother ever, one could ever even wish for. He loves, pampers and understands me. Back at my grandparents' house, I surely was surrounded with someone or the other all the time; I was even imposed to a lot of rules and restrictions to a certain extent. While, here, I was suddenly introduced to freedom as I barely had anyone to restrict me or impose rules of their own.

I was introduced to a life where I no longer had people around me; the surrounding was new. I also was entitled to freedom, which I didn't know to handle.

"The change," I whispered hesitantly, "the sudden tossing up of life and events; all of the changes are made evident. When I don't have anyone around, my head just messes up with all these thoughts," I stated furiously as how unreasonable my words might sound.

"Ever heard of, 'An empty mind is a devil's workshop', kitten?" He knocked slightly onto my forehead with an innocent face, making me glare back at him in response.

He surely couldn't let go off any chance of pulling one's leg. However, it was better to have the conversation followed with the usual light talks instead of the heavy emotional ones.

"I don't like being alone that's all," I shot back before trailing my eyes in the opposite direction, while taking my hands back as I pulled my knees closer.

Taking my hands into his, he grabbed my attention with those sincere eyes, "You just need to spend more time with me," and mischief replaced into his eyes.

Backing away from his grip, I stared at him. He was so full of himself. I shook my head and sat in silence. None of my responses would be able to deflate his gigantic ego, so why even try.

Minutes later, he broke the silence with words that I wasn't willing to hear, "You haven't told this to Eric yet," though it didn't sound like a question and his tone reflected the hint of knowledge about the same.

I simply gazed up into his eyes and waited for him to respond to the obvious reply. However, he suggested the unexpected.

"Better," I was amused, "because he doesn't need to worry about such a thing. And anyways, you won't be having any such thoughts here on," he confidently declared as though he could control one's thought; to be more specific mine. "Though, share your thoughts more often; and if possible, tell Eric as well." He advised.

"Because, you won't be lonely anymore as you'll find me around, always," my eyes widened at his commitment. I was touched to have found a friend like him; and he lay the unconditional support, "anytime you need."

Ever since then we found a new hangout place on the grass of the yard, beneath the wide ceiling of the sky and staring into the endless sight with no set schedule but just when we felt like. Today was one such day.

He leaned back on his elbows, completely resting his forearms against the ground and throwing his head back to gaze at the twinkling sky. His expressions sobered up into a pleased one as though all he needed was the blanket of glittering sky over him.

I didn't hesitate to ask, "You like the glittering sky?" Though, I didn't need his affirmation to confirm but I felt the need to at least express my thoughts out loud.

He gazed at me for a moment and then back at the sky and mindlessly hummed in approval. I sighed at his choice of communication.

Stars held more affection than a friend, I dismissed the thought with a careless shrug along with a pout.

Without a thought, I slipped my opinion, "It's incomplete though," I stated as my eyes drifted to his object of affection, the twinkling, clear sky. "It doesn't portray the calming perfection as that of the nights when hung along with the moon," I added.

"There are flaws in the moon," he responded in a hushed tone, "no one likes flaws," drawing my attention, only to have found his eyes locked at me. I found his eyes depicting a much deeper meaning to his words.

Without taking off my eyes from him, I simply spoke, "Even with those flaws, the moon doesn't lose its perfection. The flaws are the reason why it never fails to remain calm."

"What's the use of such perfection? It still remains lonely, even with millions of stars around." His words didn't sound like that of his own. It gave a glimpse of one of the shades that I never could imagine as one of his. This was a completely different Manik I was experiencing. For some reason, I couldn't help but stare, wondering whether his words were held pain from some past experience or he was sympathizing.

"Everyone has flaws, some visible, some not; but irrespective of that one needs to decide whether they can accept their flaws and still do what they wish to." I reasoned, trying hard to read his expressions, though his expressions didn't give an insight into his head.

His expressions faltered and he shook his head, turning to face me, "Why bother ourselves with perfection and imperfections, when I have a beautiful sight sitting right in front of me," his eyes transited to a mischievous ones and I knew that he had switched to his usual playful zone.

The moment continued with light and fun talks until the time he decided to leave. Dusting off his pants, he stood up for his departure and offered me a helping hand along. Leaning forward, he smashed a quick peck onto my cheek with a promise, "See you tomorrow, kitten," and winked.

"Tomorrow, hulk," I stated smilingly.

Twirling onto his feet, he left. I stared at his retreating figure and once he was out of my sight, I collected the coffee cups headed towards home thinking of how unusual Manik behaves at times.

I wonder what he really is like. And still wish that he is just like as I know him.

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Posted: 6 years ago

#50

Amazing,

Eric and Manik are very possessive about Nandini,

Waiting for next part

Edited by ROOP0605 - 6 years ago

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