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----------We went back home. Manik was depressed and so was I. I tried my level best to seem happy but I couldn't.
I went to our room and lied on the bed. I rolled and twirled but I couldn't sleep. Something was disturbing me. Manik was not okay. I had promised Uncle but...
That was when Manik stepped into the room, with food in a plate. He sat on the bed and fed me with his hand.
"Manik, did you eat?" He sat, reaction-less.
"Manik?" I called out again but he seemed to be in deep thought.
"Manik..." I shook him and he came back to his senses.
"Haan?"
"Kya hua? See, agar kuch hai toh you can share it with me. You know that na?" I put my hand on his thigh and talked to him.
"Hmm..." He continued feeding me. I fed him too and he ate without any tantrums. After eating, he went to keep the plate downstairs while I washed my hands.
"Manik, tumhe kuch baat karni thi na?" I asked, as we sat on the bed.
"Haan... Voh Abhi..." He said and I had a vague idea about what he was talking about. At least, I thought so.
"Oh, Abhimanyu?" I asked and sighed. He must've got to know why we separated for a week.
"Abhimanyu ne kaha ki..." I stopped him mid-sentence.
"Haan voh... Thank God tumhe pata chala." I said. I really didn't know how he would react if he got to know my best friend tried to kill him.
"Matlab voh sacchh tha?" His eyes widened. I nodded.
"Haan. Kyun?" I said, casually. If only I knew what I was doing. If only I knew he meant something else. He got so angry, he chucked a lamp off the bedside table and it broke into pieces. I closed my ears and he stormed out.
"Ayyappa, ab isse kya hua? Itna gussa?" He was getting so angry for something that actually sounded funny to me. I followed him downstairs.
"Manik, kya hua?" I called from behind him and he turned. His eyes were bloodshot and I didn't know how deep this issue was getting into.
"Nandini, why didn't you tell me? I mean, I thought at least you would tell me stuff but you also..." He made a disgusted face and it hurt me.
"Manik, aisa nahi hai. I didn't know how to tell you. You already hated him na?" I tried justifying myself.
"Haan toh even now I hate him goddamnit! And now I hate him even more. But you? I never thought you would do this. You are nothing less than my so-called friends. I don't believe in love. I can never fall in love. I don't love you. I hate you." I knew he didn't mean any of what he said. He was just angry.
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FanfictionMrs. Nandini Deshpande had a perfect life-a loving and caring husband and a family, who she wasn't directly related to, but who cared for her like their blood-relatives. However, in a matter of 24 hours, her life changed. The love of her life, Nikhi...