Manik malhotra epitome of something called devil and demon. The one who could control that devil in him, his angel, has forgotten all about him and the red mark on his face described how nothing of his is remembered by her.

Manik locked his lips with hers while Nandini's eyes widened and as a reflex her hand smacked his face while the scared her crawled back on the bed and pulled her knees binding her hands around them. The fear, pain, confusion all shook her and soon block dots subdued her to sleep.

Manik who was aware of her condition yet was dragging her in his path of madness. He was helpless of his own ways and his mind has stopped working since the lose of Nandini happened.

His heart has stopped and so does his life.

How much can you give me?

Her words, her tone, her eyes everything scars Manik. Her smile that used to come up everytime their eyes met was lost somewhere far and far away. Everything that used to be the part of this madness of love has fallen into deep depth of hell, for nothing could be remembered or maybe will never be remembered.

The love was his reason to live beside her that he kept alive in him, in his madness, in his eyes and heart has started to turn black, the red colour has turned to blood and the blood dried till its black. The pain in wounds is there and Manik have to stop this before its too late.

Manik stood outside her room and didn't knocked and directly entered.

She looked at him with fear while he spoke  “I am giving myself a chance to woo you. Be ready for the date tomorrow.”

Her expression changed from fear to confusion and just made a face at him.

"you should ask for a chance—"

Without waiting for her to complete her words Manik slammed the door shut and went out of the house.

Nandini who was speaking was cut off ruthlessly with the sound of door banging and the silence soon filled the air with her jaw still hanging in the air.

The confusion soon turned into headache and her thought process started over why the hell is this guy not understanding that she doesn't remember anything and it isn't in her hands. And what the hell was he speaking about wooing when did I considered it, forget it when did he reached the point of wooing me?

From threatening to wooing, from getting slapped to getting kicked. This will be his story of life and Nandini will make sure of it.

Nandini who was staying in just one single room was bored and out of boredom she went out of the room to roam. She won't try to run away since she is aware that this is her family, the guy was her fiance and soon her family, her very biological and forgotten family will come to meet her here and she will meet all of them with good feelings.

The outsides were very similar to the house she stayed in with Abhimanya and everything seemed extremely expensive and gave her homely feelings.

"This was your choice."

Nandini heard the words and knew who the speaker was, didn't bothered to turn around and acknowledge him but admired herself for her taste. She had and has amazing taste.

Nandini looked around and considered that she has a bit weird taste as well because it's a mixture of black and white with colourful theme.

It's crazy and weird and classy and funky mixed.

"The black and white items were for my taste while the colourful ones were yours, you put them together to make everything look like us, me and you."

Manik who spoke looking at her thought back to the time when suddenly Nandini wanted to change every bit of interior but couldn't settle on one theme. Her choice and his choice can't co-exist was his thinking which made him sad and he said how she can do everything to her liking and he would for sure love it but Nandini just dismissed him with a look and took a whole night to select everything. Black, white and colourful all together.

Her choices were accurate to make all things blend together. The black tk remain in background, the white to be distinguished and the colour for Grace.

The cold and simple home of his turned all graceful and beautified.
The world soon became theirs that was once just his and the things she did for both of them made a place of herself in him that he was unaware of.

The moment he saw the house was the moment when he grew more close to her, to care about her feelings was to care about his feelings. He never knew when his feelings became hers entirely.

In present, the Nandini who has no memories looked at his expression of faraway emotions and just sighed and turned around to take a look. The guy keeps getting zone-out.

"why aren't you ready yet?"

Nandini turned and looked at him to retort but her jaw remained open with no words to come out. Manik in all his glory was wearing the same tuxedo that he wore on his first date and his charm was all over the place. He is sin, sin he is.

Nandini who suddenly had such thought shook her head and looked at that smirk of his.

"your clothes are placed in the room you were staying in, go get ready." Manik ordered and went out of the main gate while Nandini stood looking at his back.

She went to her room and looked at the dress which was laid on the bed and changed herself into the dress. What's the use of fighting, it's fine if he is trying to give her time and maybe will help her remember.

She wore the dress and Manik held the gate open for her. Manik who remembered their first date kept this one the same as their first. He did everything exactly same. The food, the decoration of the restaurant, menu and even their dresses. The lines he spoke were completely with the same emotions but his eyes were burning with hope.

Nandini who was getting more and more confused felt as if everything that was happening has happened before as well but it was new as well. The lines that Manik spoke were as if heard before as well. She knew what he was going to speak and knew her words as well which she didn't spoke.

Her migraine increased and her heartbeats picked up pace.