****Can be read as a general fiction. If you want an arrange marriage tale with humor, emotions and love, hop in right away****
Love is supposed to be a beautiful feeling, and that's doesn't stick true only to romantic love. Every kind of love, frie...
~ Life is amazing. And then its awful. And then amazing again. And in between amazing and awful, it's mundane and routine. -LR Knost. ~
Goa is a city of beaches, but the best part about majority of the beaches are the fact that they are all interconnected. One beach ends and the other begins. And the beginning of the beach could be distinguished by the lighting at the starting point, like an entire wall of light bulbs is made. Its beautiful, makes you want to keep staring at it, especially from the distance because it creates the same illusion as twinkling stars, just nearer.
Someone in their right mind would definitely find the sight alluring, but for someone who wasn't, those same wall bulbs could look like lanters, and right now Nandini fit the latter category as she looked at her husband with puppy eyes demanding to get her those same Lanterns, which were to say at the other end of the beach, which meant good five kilometres between them and the Lantern, and then the fact that it wasn't a Lantern but a bulb attached to the wall of a shack.
Manik gulped, baffled by her behaviour, but Nandini kept pestering him to get those. And not to forget, these random smiles she would throw his way, and a couple of winks, and the occasional touches here and there.
"Nandini, control!", Manik pushed her hand away but Nandini twisted her lips and turned her face.
"Sadu Manik! ANYONE can be seduced but you. SADHU Manik!", she blabbered, and Manik shut his mouth in shock when suddenly she started getting up.
"Nandini wait, where are you going?", he tried to hold her wrist but she stood up and looked down on him.
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"There are a few guys sitting. They will bring me the lantern in exchange of a one kissss! Kiss-miss! Hah, I can be a shayar!", she answered and laughed, trying to free her hand of his hold. Manik was speechless at her actions, quite literally.
"Leave me Na Manik. I want to goooo", she twisted her hand but Manik pulled her, and she fell down on the sand. Grumpy, she lay down on the sand, and showed him her tongue.
"Go where?", he lay down beside her, tucking her to his side and draping his leg over hers, making sure she doesn't run away.
"To the moon! Dumbo! See the moon. The star is beautiful haina? But I am prettier", she slapped his forehead slightly and giggled, making her husband sigh.
This woman was nuisance when sane, so when not she was nothing less than a nightmare.
"By the way Manik, you know my wildest fantasy? Doing 'IT' here, on the beach. How romantic, right?", she asked him, and he raised his eyebrows, beginning only to smirk until she finished her sentence, "With a stranger".
Manik's mouth hung open in shock hearing her. No matter how softest bean he was, possessiveness ran in his blood. And here, HIS Nandini, His legally wedded wife was talking about -!
