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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Under the open bonnet of the hired cab that was undergoing open heart surgery, one tall blazered man bent over the engine bay. He was examining the current car condition, rubbing his lower lip with an index finger in a manner similar to nearly half an hour ago when a petite woman imitated the gesture.
As Cabir headed towards him with the disconnected battery perched by his hips, Manik hid his growing smile, wary about being teased for it. Together, the two men wedged the item in the exposed cavity. The only thing left to do was reconnecting the battery terminals.
"Pass me the wrench," Manik wiggled a stretched hand. By his side, Cabir dug into an apron secured by a carabiner, which had a bunch of car tools stashed in it and usually lived in the trunk of the Mercedes. The wrench met Manik's hand, and he firmly bolted one of the leads.
"Waise..." Cabir rested on one of the headlights and side-eyed, "how much does she know about us?"
Manik shrugged, his focus steadfast even as he spoke. "Not a lot. She suspects I'm against the law, but I think..." He tightened one of them securely and turned, his hands at his hips. "She might be able to help us, Cabir."
The girls were huddled by Nandini's side on the porch stairs. They had a dupatta wrapped from one of Navya's shoulders to one of Soha's, encasing the trio in a cocoon. Madhubala's eyes were closed, his Bhabhi was biting down on a lip while lost in other racing thoughts, and an inquisitive, headstrong lady was palming her ears to warm them in the unusually biting chill.
Gandhiji's three monkeys, Cabir mused as they had fallen in his line of vision.
He cleared his throat, and hopped to his feet. "Keep aside the fact that you like her and tell me honestly, do you really think it's a good idea to involve her in all of this?" Cabir's skepticism was valid; Nandini had a normal civilian life and went to markets and movies without a spark of worry in her mind... were they sure they wanted to uproot it all and force her to lead a different life?
That was what made Manik pause as well, to rethink those choices. Choices he was forcing her to make, just by being on his side.
Cabir interpreted the tranquil as confusion on his friend's part. He continued to explain his stance, "Uski duniya bohot alag hai. Agar tere saath hogi, usse puuri zindagi bhaagte rehna hoga... she'll have to leave behind her family, her career... her friends... tu samajh raha hai main kya –"
Scissoring the conversation to an abrupt halt, Manik commented, "I get it, okay? Trust me," He barked, the realisation slowly setting on him. "I do."
Why was he put in such a spot where he had to make the call?
