AFTER 6 MONTHS

Like this things started changing. Nandini who was avoiding FAB8 was slowly accepting them. She used to spend a lot of time with them after work. She also started having a great bonding with the children also. Everything was starting to be in it's place.

Same thing went for our love birds, MANAN. Even though they didn't accept their love for each other but still they started sharing a great bonding. They played their roles of a good husband and wife. In the morning Nandini would wake up and get both Manik's and Manan's things ready and then she would wake them up. And at time's, like a ideal husband, Manik would take up the morning duty call.

But there was something even more special that happened in these 6 months. A small baby of nearly four months was in our Nandini's womb. Let's see how did this happen.

5 MONTHS BACK IN MANAN'S BEDROOM (Manik and Nandini's)

Manik: Nandini, please. I promise you I can do anything.

Nandini: anything?

Manik: yah anything.

Nandini: then complete me ones again. Hold me tight till the sun rises. Kiss me till your lips turn red. Bute me till blood osses from me. Promise me that whatever happens after this will all be alright. If I bare and child again, the you would be there as a husband and a father. Promise me....

Manik: Nandini I love. I don't want to hurt you.

Nandini: I said F*** me...

He leaned forward and kissed Nandini again and she kissed him back with more fervor than I had before, and they stood there kissing and kissing between the bed and him. Her hands running slowly up into his curly hair and down over his thick shoulders and along his strong arms and around to his brawny back, holding his gorgeous male body against her.

He removed her top and jeans slowly. She was only left in her bra and panties. He then reached over and touched his finger very delicately to the edge of one of the straps, near her collarbone, but instead of pushing it down and off her shoulder as she thought he would, he ran his finger slowly along the upper edge of her b** in front and then traced it all the way down around the bottom. She watched his face while he did this. It seemed more intimate than kissing him had. By the time he had finished outlining the whole thing, he had barely touched her and yet she was so wet she could hardly stand up.

Manik opened her b** slowly while running his finger along her breastbone. When her bra finally fell open, he studied her, then caressed her br***sts. He licked her nipples, then moved his lips slowly down her stomach, and Nandini couldn't have cared less if on what he was doing. He removed her under****, and kissing her just above her pubic bone, he slipped two fingers inside her. Nandini moved into his hands until he stopped suddenly, removing his fingers as if he had thought better of the whole thing. While Nandini propped herself up on on the bed, Manik leaned forward and let her open his shirt. She slowly opened the shirt while twisting each button in a seductive way. Now it was her time to open up his jeans.

Nandini unzipped his jeans. He wasn't wearing an under****, and Nandini could instantly remember the first time they had made love. All those memories were flashing. Manik smelled dusky and deep, and as she leaned in now. After Manik had entered her and after she wrapped herself around him as he had made love to her, allowed herself in that single moment to be carried, Nandini stood, zipped up her slacks, slipped on her blouse. But then he reached his hand out and grabbed her by her wrist.

Manik (His mouth was at her ear and kissed her nape): Stay with me. Don't leave.

He soon started unzipping her pants for the second time. As soon as he stripped her ones again, Nandini ran to the washroom.

The water was running. In the bathroom Manik turns Nandini around admiringly. She was very complaisant with all her clothes off. She moves readily to his touch. She was looking quite beautiful. Slim. A bit of dark hair between her legs. They stand beneath the shower. He nestles himself flat in the meeting of her bu**oks. An excruciating douche. He feels unable to move, but he begins to soap her b****ts which glisten like seals beneath the flow of water. He scrubs her back. Between the shoulder blades the skin was broken out in small, red points. He goes over them with the cloth. It's good for them, he tells her. Aureate light is reflected from the ceiling. He was a hard-on and was sure he will never disappear.

He wrapped her in an enormous towel, soft as a robe, and carried her to the bed. They lie across it diagonally, and he begins to draw the towel apart with care, to remove it as if it were a bandage. Her flesh appears, still smelling a little of soap. His hands float onto her. The sum of small acts begins to unite them, the pure calculus of love. He feels himself enter. Her last breath hit was almost a sign. Her white throat appears. When it was over she falls asleep without a word.

BACK TO PRESENT

But one thing had slowly started changing. Manan. He was starting to feel insecure as Nandini was reducing her attention around him. For simple reason that she shouldn't be blamed for. She was pregnant and that means she needed more attention on herself than her son. Even the others were giving her so much attention that he started feeling left out. Now it was up to destiny to set these insecurities into securities.

AT MURTHY INDUSTRIES

Nandini still continued going for work even after Manik and FAB7's protests. So keeping their requests in mind, she reduced the time span of her work in her office. She only attended those meeting which were really important. The rest was either handled by Manik, Cabir or her colleagues.

Today she unusually had some feeling of disturbance in her mind. Considering as some mild headache, she went to her office. As she entered the office, the receptionist ran up to her.

Nandini (rudely): what is it?

Receptionist: ma'am a man came to the office and without an appointment went in and sat in your room. I told him many times to not enter your room without your concern but he isn't listening.

Nandini: just accept that you need a tiny break from working here. you can't even get a person to listen to you.

Receptionist: ma'am please, this job is really important for me and my family.

Nandini: then learn to do your job well. Now get out of my way.

With this she went ahead and entered her office room.

NANDINI'S ROOM

A man was sitting on one of the visitors chair's, right opposite to Nandini's table. His back was facing the door so now one could identify him unless and until the person comes up to the desk. Nandini push the door angrily and started screaming at the top of her voice.

Nandini: who the hell gave you the f***ing right to enter my room without my concern you bloody wh**e.

The man: don't scream like that. You are hurting that precious little thing of yours very badly.

Nandini: who the hell are you to instruct me on what I should and shouldn't do.

The man: don't you think this would be the exact same words that would come out of your dear husbands mouth when he see you in this condition.

Nandini: you.....

With this Nandini went up to the man to pull his collar and get him to his feet. But as soon as she reached the chair she was shocked to see the person in front of her.

Nandini (breathed out): Karan

He stood up and moved towards her. Their eyes met. More than rage there was insecurities going in their heads. He had worn a hood which he soon removed. he flooded his hands across his shoulder and looked up at her.

Karan: so you still remember me....

Nandini: Karan I ......

Karan (placing his fingers on her lips): Ah.. no. Those sympathetic words won't work any more. You remember the first day you entered this building? The name of this place was not Murthy Industries but the Singhania Group of companies, directed by Madhyam Singhania. At that time I was the chief executive of the company. You were a mere fresher. But that bas***d made you another Chief Executive of the company.

An un qualified stupid like you were working on par with me and challenging me for the same. At first I hated you but soon we became friends. We kept promises for each other. While you considered those promises as the ones in friendship, I considered them as for love. Not your fault that I loved you. But all that love turned to utter hatred once again. And you know when did that happen? When that bloody personality made you the CEO of the company and trashed my qualifications.

You know I had huge hopes when I had entered this company. To get a big position, earn a lot of money, make a living and a small family of my own. And all that went in a flash of a second. All because of you.

Nandini: Karan it was not my fault..

Karan (yelled): oh shut up (lowering his voice slowly) just leave that aside. Do you know why have I come here? You know let me tell you. I waited for years so that you could get steeled in your life. Now that you have a bunch of friends, family, husband, son and that kid in your womb, let me play my payback for all the loss4es.

With this he pulled her by her waist. Nandini was struggling to get out of his grip.

Karan: don't waste your precious energy on trying to get out of my grip. You energy is already deteriorating. Just listen to me. I will comeback soon to meet you after a short trailer of what I can do. Don't you dare inform anybody of my presence and our discussion. You know me well and I don't think that you are actually going to take such a big risk. Until then bye.

After giving her a small peck on her cheeks, he loosened his grip and reached the door.

Karan: and start getting ready physically and mentally as you have to play this game along with me baby. And yah Start putting more makeup, especially on your lips. it would help me a lot.

With this he left the place and Nandini started rubbing her cheeks to get the kiss out.

PRECAP: KEEP GUESSING WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT

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WITH LOVE, GAYATHRI