(A/N: Guys I know you all are disappointed with my delayed updates but unfortunately, I am helpless. I am trying my best to come up with a part for you all and I expect some understanding and cooperation from you guys too. Please understand. Anyways, here's a new part, to make up for the delay. Sorry again. Vote and comment if you like it because it takes so much effort to write a part. Thanks everyone for keeping this energy going. I love you all.)

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I locked eyes with him and saw a spark in them. Something different from the way he usually saw me.

"Main..." I stressed and he smirked. He took a deep breath, silently turned me around and tilted his head for further clarity.

"Ahan?" He moved forward and I stepped backward, slowly taking small steps, not breaking eye contact.

"Tum..." I stressed further, as I had forgotten what I was going to say. I had forgotten everything that happened few minutes ago. His proximity did that to me.

"Main, tum, kya?" He questioned, mockingly and smirked and I made a cute pout, tilting my head down.

"Main bhul gayi." I huffed and hit him playfully. He giggled and I got annoyed. I pulled his collar in a jerk, and wrapped an arm around him tight, pulling him onto myself.

"Tum kya k-kar rahi ho? Itna... paas mat... aana." His voice subsided as I leaned closer and I tugged his shirt, like a seductress.

"Kyun?" I bent and turned in his chest and I could feel his heart pounding again. I looked at him and smirked.

"Mujhse nahi hota. Dimaag band ho jaata hai." He shook his head as the words slipped out of his mouth. He looked at me and I smirked. I stood on his feet.

"Acchha... Aur kya-kya hota hai?" I whispered softly into his ear. Though I knew I could trust him, if I was in my senses, I would surely be seeing a monster before me.

"Bahut kuch hota hai. I'll have manly desires." He said in a controlled deep voice. His hands gripped my waist, to claim their territory. I loved the possessive him. One of the most attractive traits of a man. I smiled and locked my arms around his neck. Our faces were inches apart.

"Ahan?" I blew against his nose and he cringed. His eyes filled with lust.

"I'll want to lean over you shoulder..." He whispered as he leaned over my shoulder, nudged my long drop earrings with his nose tip, and bent to reach the spot just under my earlobe. He kissed me there and I clawed his shirt in my hands, closing my eyes tight. He brought his face closer to my ear and whispered. "And kiss you there."

I opened my eyes and dreamily looked at him. His eyes met mine and his fingers ran along mine, interlocking themselves. He pushed my interlocked hand against the wall and I jumped. He smirked and came close to my other ear.

"I'll want to whisper things into your ear..." I tightened my fingers on his hand and shut my eyes closed. He looked back at me.

"Kya hua? Are you trying to visualize?" He teased as he spoke again against my nose. I opened my eyes to see him looking at me ardently. I immediately broke eye contact and smiled to myself, as I released my hand from his. In that fit of awkwardness, there was still space for some flirting, some confidence in me, to not give up, after turning him on.

"Aur kya hota hai?" I whispered meekly and he raised his eyebrows in confusion. He didn't expect that question from me. He brought his trembling hand, close to my lips and his fingers brushed them very slowly.

"I'll wanna kiss these beautiful lips, until I can memorize every part of them..." He spoke at he eyed my lips and eyes equally. I looked into his eyes and he hesitantly withdrew his hand from me.

"But ab... main aisa nahi kar sakta..." I looked confused, clueless at his sentence that seemed to make no sense to me. I looked at him for more clarity. "I mean... Aaj kal jab bhi main tumhe choota hun, ek alag sa bhavna aata hai." My arms loosened around him.

"Tum badal rahe ho na?" His eyes met mine again and Manik tried to defend himself. "Mujhe dikhayi de raha hai. You are not that Manik I married." I confessed and he shook his head negatively.

"Aisa nahi hai..."

"Manik, you're not the same Manik I married. The Manik I married, hated me. He could do anything to get me out of his life. Par tum..." I stopped in the middle, at a loss of words.

"I don't know what's happening." He stated helplessly and I found him so adorable when he said that. He was always really cute when he accepted his mistakes and was guilty for them. I smiled and pecked him on his cheek. He turned to me in shock and immediately broke eye contact, and shied away.

"Ek baat puchu?" He tried to divert me from the embarrassment he was undergoing. I nodded my head in approval. "Itna gussa kyun karti ho mujhse?" I smiled.

"Kyunki mujhe pata hai... No matter what I do, how I am, tum mujhe judge nahi karoge." He looked a little surprised, a little happy and a little at peace.

"Itna bharosa karti ho mujhpar?" He asked with a faint smile. I felt the world spin and I held his shirt tighter, for support.

"Bahut." I stopped for a moment to read the happiness in his eyes and then continued.

"Manik... Mujhe tumse kuch kehna hai..." "Tum na, aise raho. Mujhse gussa mat karo. Mere saath raho. Humesha ke liye?" It seemed like a plead, but I didn't want the time we were having, to end.

"Humesha." He whispered as he pulled me into his arms and placed his hand protectively and with a gesture of care, on my head. I held him tight and then collapsed into his arms.

"Nandini... Nandu..." He panicked and then it struck him. Perhaps I couldn't take that alcohol. He immediately carried me in his arms, bridal style and sluggishly strolled into the room, after tripping twice, ensuring I wasn't hurt. The third time he tripped, my leg accidentally hit the dresser and I whined in pain. He put me on the bed, lifted my foot, and rubbed it gently.

"Sorry. I'm sorry Nandu. Dard ho raha hai?" He panicked and my body language gestured I was okay.

"Manik, mera saath mat choddo." I cried in my sleep and he bent over me, kissed my forehead and assured.

"So jao. Main yahin hun. Kahin nahi jaaunga tumhe choddke." He caressed my forehead and I moved from the pillow to his lap. I snuggled into his lap and grabbed his little finger.

"Manik and Nandini promise?" He smiled and kissed my hand, that held his pinky.

"I promise."

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It was one of those unfortunate morning or rather fortunate for him that Manik woke up before me. He looked at me, still lying in his lap with my fingers around his pinky. He brushed my face gently and then felt a throbbing sensation in his head. He held his head and shouted in that excruciating pain.

"Ahh..." He screamed and I cringed my eyebrows in my sleep. I turned over, found a cosier spot and smiled subconsciously.

"Sone do mujhe." I pulled the duvet over my head and snuggled into his lap, all in my sleep. He had a glance at me and his head throbbed again.

"Kal raat kya hua? Main aur Nandini yahan... kaise? Voh toh mujhse baat nahi kar rahi thi. Toh phir..." He tried to find the missing piece of the puzzle to put the events together but he knew he needed to get rid of his hangover before that. He slowly slid my head off his lap, walked to the kitchen, made some lemon juice and came back to see me still asleep. He looked at me rolled into a ball and smirked.

"Yaad hai kal raat kya-kya hua?" He smirked and I could hardly hear him, given I was in deep sleep. He took my response as a signal that I was asleep and he could execute his plan. He slowly walked towards me. He unpinned my saree, loosened the pallu pleats and laid them loose over my shoulder. He further smudged my makeup, my lipstick and put some makeup on my body to resemble hickeys. As such my hair was in a terrible condition the previous night. He then went to dress himself. He removed his shirt, threw it to the floor with a pair of shorts, slid into the duvet with me, wrapped it around his waist, covering his shorts and pulled my body into his. He closed his eyes, set my alarm to five minutes later and pretended to be asleep.

The alarm rang and just didn't stopped. I snoozed it once, twice, yet it constantly rang. Manik pretended to nuzzle his nose into my hair, that was spread across his chest, to get my attention discretely. I turned towards him with sleepy eyes and realised he was shirtless. I immediately jumped up, looked at myself and panicked. Not to mention my head was hurting real bad. But now, I had another thing to figure out on priority. I looked down to see his clothes lying around.

"Shit! Kya kar diya maine?" I palmed my forehead in distress and fright. I would be in deep trouble if my assumptions were true. To play along, Manik added to my worries.

"Nandu... Sone do na? Raat ko bhi sone nahi diya." He turned over to display his bare tattooed back to me and I freaked out. Shit! What if I actually had sex with him? How could he do that? No no. That couldn't be true. But everything else said otherwise.

I was in a disheveled state. I looked at myself in the mirror and screamed when I saw supposed hickeys on my neck and back. My lipstick and mild makeup had smudged off and I looked like one of those prostitutes from Bollywood movies, post sex. I walked towards Manik, pulled him up and woke him.

"Manik, kuch hua kal raat?" He looked at me with sleepy eyes and shot a sheepish smile at me. He waved to me like a baby with a wide smile.

"Good morning wifey." He pulled my cheek and kissed his hand that pulled my cheek. I panicked.

"Manik, main tumse kuch puch rahi hun." I spoke a little louder than I intended to and I saw Manik's face turning red.

"Nandini... Very bad haan? Tumhe yaad nahi hai ki kal raat kya hua?" He made a serious face and I looked down to analyze and try to remember events. He pressed his smile and as soon as I looked back at him, he changed his expressions.

"Nahi. Aisa kuch nahi hua hoga. Tum mujhe dara rahe ho." I tried to convince myself to believe what my heart said as I knew Manik would never do such things with me, especially when I was drunk.

"Oh hello madam? Are you even looking at my state now? It's all because of you. Do you remember anything from last night?" He got a little upset, or so I thought and I panicked again. Perhaps he was telling the truth? That means we did... No no. How can that happen? I remember. Last night...

"I ignored you and something happened and I fell and you said something and... Uske baad mujhe pata nahi." I said in one go and he smiled and then looked at me with a frown. He got off the bed and walked towards me. He put his arms around my neck and interlocked them behind my neck.

"You were clinging to me like this, leaning to kiss me, even after constantly trying to stop you. You are so stubborn na?" He dramatically imitated one of my actions the previous night and the scene struck my head. I did behave like that. Whoa! How could I touch him like that?

"Aur kya hua?" I asked, worried.

"Then you asked me whether I wanted it. Maine kaha 'no'. But tum mani nahi. Phir tumne mujhe aise pakadke kiss kiya tha. Aur phir bedroom tak le aayi." He tried to conveniently pass the blame over to me. He dramatised the scene to make it sound like I was the culprit. I frowned and he pressed his smirk. "Uske baad bhi I warned. Tum toh bol rahi thi, 'Manik, mujhe mat choddo. Humesha rehna. I want you.' Blah blah blah. " My eyes popped out and I didn't know what to say. "Then also I tried holding you back but you? You started dancing, trying to seduce me. Aur bichara kitna control kar paata main? Kar diya jo tumhe chahiye tha." He stated casually and I freaked out.

"Manik, tum aise kaise kar sakte ho? I know ki aisa kuch nahi hua." I convinced him and myself to believe that nothing would've happened. He frowned.

"Tum toh nashe main thi. Tumhe kya pata?"

"Phir bhi, mujhe pata hai ki aisa kuch nahi hua hoga because main tumpar bharosa karti hun. I trust you. And I know ki tum mere advantage kabhi nahi loge."

"Acchha? Aur agar hua hota toh?" I thought for a while.

"Manik... Main tumhe jaanti hun. Itne dino main itna toh seekh chuki hun. I know your character. Your respect for women, and love."

"Nandini... Do you really trust me?" He cupped my face and looked into my eyes. I looked into his and held his hands.

"I do. Really."

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