Braiding her long hair, her long traces tickling on her tinted blushing cheeks, while the chand baliya swayed on her commanding moves, Nandini ran a hand through her long white Anarkali, her silver bangles making melodious clatter in the process, whereas her eyes admiring the reflection of herself with a soft beam as she got dressed to shoot one last clip of her dance for their academic's social page.
It has been two days already since that conversation.
It was their last day in the resort as they had covered all the sites in Gangtok, however, the season being monsoon the roads were prohibited for visitors to go up to the hills to see snow which was the primary attraction of North Sikkim.
Regardless, they could still stop by the southern part of the state which promises a heaven of green ridges of Sikkim.
Glimpsing at the time on her phone reading five past six in the morning, the weather outside freezing as one could barely catch sight of the sun in the sky, Nandini glanced over her shoulder to find her husband sleeping with the least upkeep of the world.
He has been unbelievably distant with her, physically.
The reason being remotely known to her.
He demanded the truth, while she pleaded for time.
And so he granted.
But what she didn't foresee was him being physically unapproachable after that.
They haven't been intimate since that evening, and to say, Nandini was not feeling deprived of him intimately would be a fib.
She knew he was being unfathomably adamant about her coming clean, but she couldn't overlook all those heated glances discreetly disrobing her with his smouldering regards and that protracted breathing he would intake to retain the carnal sinner in himself.
Blinking out of her reverie, she took her phone along with his before leaving the room to proceed toward the balcony.
A shudder ran down her crest as soon she slide the door, her arms reflexively embracing herself with the bone-chilling climate outside, the sane part of her mind protesting for her to go back and dive into the ardency of the blanket, she instead rebelled and racked her eyes dwelling a place to adjust her phone to record.
A coffee table with a small vase of a faux plant is all she could see to set her phone, while getting a track prepared in his phone, she adjusted the camera of her phone before setting a timer and playing the instrumental melody on the phone.
Ambling one foot behind the others, her gaze hooded on the beat of the tabla, she took a most awaited breath before she form a posture elegantly.
The pair of anklets she wore on her ankle was doing a confectionary task in the substitute of ghungroo, the heavy bells on them chiming along with the tap of her feet as her hand graciously hold her Anarkali, while she lost herself in the hearth of Kathak.
She no longer felt cold, her heartwarming up as she frails her arm, her hand forming into mudras whilst doing a chakkar before she dipped behind gradually, her posture smooth while she resembled a swan in that white long piece of apparel hugging her petite frame like an artwork.
Her face contoured into thousand wraiths of emotions, from deliberation, anticipation, and obligations, to affinities.
She spewed her tumult through the instrumental playing, dancing through her sentiment, as she did some tough steps on the tune.
She has to make a decision. A wise decision, which can either turn their relationship sour or pleasant.
Nandini hasn't forgotten the bygones of their five years, the day of her Gauna, when he left her waiting for him in her bridal attire, impulse in the return of his father, Manav.
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MaNan ff: Tera Ban Gya ✔
Fanfiction; A Sequel To Tera Ban Jaunga; She is a girl who once dreamt of a fairytale. She is a girl who once yearned to be loved. She is a girl who once devoted her heart to only one man. She is Nandini Manik Malhotra who is now loved and worshipped like nob...
