Hey peepz!
I'm new here. It's my first story.
So Manik and Nandini's love inspires me alot. So I thought why not give it a shot by some other plot.
So here it goes-
"It's Ms.Singhania for you."
"For fuck's sake stop calling me Mr.Malhotra. It's M...
In a secluded area away from the rush of the city of Mumbai, was a tall building. It looked too much worn out from outside as if nobody has entered in it for ages. But from inside it was screaming luxury. Nobody could believe that this is the same building they saw from outside. We move further towards a room which happens to be a master bedroom. It was in shades of red and black indicating the nature of the person living in 'Dominant'. 'Yeh mera deewana pan hai' was playing in the room.
In that room, one huge wall was filled with too many photo frames. One young man was seated on a chair puffing a cigarette. He was none other than Aryamann Sameer Khurana.
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He slowly got up from his place and walked to the wall filled with the photos of one particular person. He traced his fingers on the laughing face of the person in the frame.
Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai Ya Mohabbat Ka Suroor Tu Na Pehchaane To Hai Yeh Teri Nazron Ka Kusoor Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai
"Deewangi hi toh ho tum meri. Tumhari yeh badi badi aankhein, yeh lambi zulfe aur ye hoth. Inke to kya hi kehne. Ek baar bass tum mujhe mil jao, I swear tumhare ye hotho ko kabhi akela nahi chodunga mai Nandini." He said with a sinister smirk to the carefree laughing Nandini in the frame.
The whole wall was filled with Nandini's pictures which were taken from Social Media Sites and Google.
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