A member of the mafia, Nawab, falls prey to the temptation of wooing a woman during a mission outside Mumbai. Under the identity of Manik Malhotra, he meets Nandini Murthy, a walking-talking panic button, and feels undeniable attraction for her.
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The same tune, one characteristic of those brick-looking phones, alarmed in the vicinity. It pulled Nandini out of her trailing thoughts about Manik's actions, her breath still racing from what transpired between them.
Circling the couch still flushed by his enraged hormones, Manik fetched the device on the dining table, accepted the call and tucked it between his shoulder and jaw. "Haan bol," he said softly almost in defeat while entering the kitchen. How had he forgotten his woman had not had anything solid almost all day?!
In all of history, their lemon rice was probably the one that took the longest to be made. What was even more interesting was two chefs were involved in making it, who had interrupted their task at hand countless times to get lost in each other!
One of Nandini's ears perked at the blooming conversation. Was it maybe Cabir? He was, after all, the last person who called Manik on that line, and the first friend he told Nandini about. Naturally, she was curious to know more about the important character in Manik's life.
Cabir, who had parked their Mercedes along the side of the road following a passenger's emotional outburst shuffled to find a quiet corner. Amidst the honks and drifting cars, he secretively mumbled into the mouthpiece, "Apni bandi se baat karwa,"
"What?" Manik whispered ridiculously loudly and turned to Nandini, hoping she had not overheard his stupid friend. Thankfully she had not moved from the spot he had pinned her in, when he kissed her from her neck to...
Manik, focus! He huffed, hoping to every supreme power he knew that she wasn't going to turn, and most definitely not look him back in the eye.
"Bro, I have Navya with me –"
Manik glowered at the rice before him, ladling it into the oiled spiced pot. He had made one promise, only one promise to Nandini, which had a chance of holding up – that Navya was safe and sound at home, and he or his people had nothing to do with her; thanks to Cabir, even that was through the mud!
"Have you lost it? Why the fuck is she with you?"
The distressed woman, clad in red, and endorsing red over her cheeks, caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eyes when he cursed, and then also growled 'she'.
"Yaar, baadme detail mein bataaunga, filhaal Navya's heartbroken and uncontrollably crying. Get Nandini on the line, I think it'll help her." Manik's instincts said Cabir had figured out what Harshad needed Navya for. "But haan you maintain cover, she doesn't know anything about you."
Manik finally took the device off his ear. If he gave Nandini the phone, she could easily confess that she was 'kidnapped', could throw him under the bus with charges including but not limited to unlawful confinement and molestation, and every aspect of his life henceforth would be in shambles. Just like Harshad's became seven months ago.
