(A/N: Well, after all the disappearing I still have the audacity to be here, bless my soul 😂💔 I am sorry though, but let's not get into that! This is Part-1 of the chapter. Depending on the response, I'll write more, because I have other commitments and also, people are over MaNan these days so I don't know how far this story will progress. Anyways, KYY's birthday is coming so if you guys really want, (cause it's also my birthday that day 🙈) I'll continue publishing parts. I need some ideas though so either comment or DM please! Thanks a lot for waiting, I mean sorry 😂🐣 Vote and comment yo!)

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Oh Zaalima, Oh Zaalima!

I stepped out of the steamy bath, humming and brushing my wet hair with my bath towel, while another wrapped my body. I was oblivious to what was happening around me. I wiped my feet on the bathmat and walked out of the bathroom, only to see my man setting his hair and I felt like I was melting so painfully, seeing that piece of perfection before me.

Shirtless Manik, weakness number one! His muscles flexed as he moved his fingers through his long, soft hair, imagining how beautiful it was to feel those strands last night. Though he hadn't exercised in a long time, his body was in perfect shape, almost at least. Weakness number 2!

Subconsciously, I heard myself sing the remaining lines to the song, taking small steps towards him! "Jo tere khaatir tadpe, pehle se hi..." Just then his focus shifted to me, an equally stunning sight for him, as his lips molded into a smoldering gaze. "...kya usse tadpaana, oh zaalima..." My face was inches away from his and I dragged my finger, slowly along the side of his face, with a growing smile.

He slowly put his arm around, wrapping his fingers around my waist. Our chests were touching, with my body fitting right under his. With a hand close to the base of his neck and the other on his face, I made eye-contact, one of the strongest weapons I could face him with: feelings.

Instantly, I found myself thrown against a surface so smooth, and it took me a moment to realize it was the mirror. His hands had cuffed me to the mirror just above my elbows, allowing me to surrender. Those skillful hands slipped tactfully from my forearms to my hands, interlocking fingers and damn, was that seductive! In reflex, my face turned to the side, smitten and vulnerable again.

Manik pushed his nose into the space between my jawline and neck and trailed down slowly, intensely kissing. I felt my lower muscles clench in eagerness as my hands fisted to gain strength. Involuntarily, a moan enveloped with his name escaped my lips and I heard Manik groan irritably and place his lips over mine, sealing the only contact missing.

We kissed and kissed, for God knew how long! There was an electrifying chemistry at that moment, even Edward and Bella couldn't possibly have! We spaced out dissatisfied, and madly aroused. "Mera na raha, jabse dil mera, tere husn ka nishaana hua..." He gasped with a couple of swallows in between and I smiled a small, drowsy, infatuated smile.

"Manik, you're so cheesy!" I hit him gently on his chest, not to forget I was still caged between the mirror and his body. His arms grabbed my elbows and he shook me lightly, to get my attention.

"This has been the best kiss we've ever had, Nandini." He was so into me, I could tell but the whole scenario of us being adults about our relationship was something my brain couldn't handle yet!

"Or you're just learning how to kiss?!" I chuckled and spluttered into giggles and I saw him smile in my slightest attention. He was still holding onto me, which wasn't very surprising to me. He was always that man who craved little physical  contact, but always.

"Or this!" He turned me towards him again and stared into my eyes. I could match up, to an extent, but Manik alone could act as my strength and my weakness at the same time. I shyly broke eye-contact and looked away, smiling. "I feel like I know you on another level now, Nandini." I didn't know what to say. Time changes things, yes, but so much that we switch characters, surprising!

"Serious relationship be taking a toll on you, Malhotra!" I chuckled again as I clung onto him. I loved him. I really did and no matter how much I told myself that, I'd never believe in it. For girls, love has always been a fairytale-like idea. Sometimes, in reality at least, you just don't feel convinced of the idea of "romance". Again, it's a fairytale, it's just cliché and overrated. Love, in real life, is different and that's why when it happens, you just don't even figure it out, for the most part.

I didn't love Manik the way he loved me, there was no denial there but that didn't mean I didn't love him. As an emotionally stable person, I never thought I'd be so involved with someone. He was the only person I'd let snatch away my heart and judge all you want, Manik's love for me is more romantic than anything else. I want to be that woman who stands for her man, in his hard ships. I wanna be that woman who cares for him and does everything to protect him over herself, like a mother. I wanna be that woman who he can confide in, and not worry about being judged or hated, just like a best friend. I wanna be that woman, who loves her man, more than anything else in this entire world, not just romantically, but also emotionally and mentally.

He pulled me into his embrace and lifted me, digging his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. "Oh God, I love you! I love you so damn much!" He breathed as he fell to the bed on his back, with me over him. "I just wanna stay like this, today, forever, protecting you like there's no evil, always!" He whispered, brushing my hair strands softly, holding me protectively like a baby. His hand then slid over and rested way below where it initially was.

"Hands off my butt, Mr.!" My voice sounded muffled as I raised, scolding my perverted husband. His mouth moved in a challenging manner as he smirked.

"Sorry Mrs., it's too late now!" He giggled evilly, as one of his hands tugged my towel knot off, despite my glares and the other pulled the duvet over the two of us, summing up that morning with another "steamy" session!

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(Ahem ahem! 😂 So hey, question of the chapter session.
Are Manik and Nandini cliché or nah? What would you do if you had a husband/boyfriend as sexy as Manik?
Comment your answers below but make sure it ain't too horny LMAO 😂❤️ Sorry again! Hope this cheered you a bit :P Vote and comment your opinions and what you'd like to see! Love x)