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Untitled Series - XXXVIII


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Part Thirty Eight (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty One | Part Twenty Two | Part Twenty Three | Part Twenty Four | Part Twenty Five | Part Twenty Six | Part Twenty Seven |  Part Twenty Eight | Part Twenty NinePart Thirty | Part Thirty One | Part Thirty Two | Part Thirty Three | Part Thirty Four | Part Thirty Five | Part Thirty Six and Part Thirty Seven.)


There was one problem with getting professional help. She could not really afford the perks of relaxing on a couch and sharing her story with a shrink even though she would have very much liked it. Apart from the past that did not cease to haunt her there was a lot going on in her life at present that made her restless. Earlier, when she was unable to sleep without being assaulted with thoughts and memories, she had taken three painkillers in addition to the one Manish had given her. And, clearly it had been too much. Even though she thought she needed a therapist in no way was she going to ask for financial help for that. She had already embarrassed herself by asking her father for the money to buy a better accommodation.

She was thankful to Pallavi for letting her stay in this apartment until she could figure out how to proceed with the house hunt. But she could not stay here for too many days; even if Pallavi had agreed to take rent from her she knew that it was way less that what Pallavi paid for the apartment.


Untitled Series - XXXVII


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Part Thirty Seven (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty One | Part Twenty Two | Part Twenty Three | Part Twenty Four | Part Twenty Five | Part Twenty Six | Part Twenty Seven |  Part Twenty Eight | Part Twenty NinePart Thirty | Part Thirty One | Part Thirty Two | Part Thirty Three | Part Thirty Four | Part Thirty Five and Part Thirty Six.)


Mansi knew that Pallavi was right to be worried about her and she had to admit, it had nothing to do with the recent happenings in her life. Pallavi had always been a caring soul. She was the only person Mansi trusted to share her feelings with.

Thinking back to what had happened when Manish Kumar had woken her up, she could not believe she had done what she had done. Going straight into the arms of the man she hardly knew was a bit too much.

The dream had seemed so real. The coincidence of her dreaming that her stepfather was pinning her down and Manish Kumar shaking her to wake her up was what made it all seem too real. Maybe that was the reason she had rushed into his arms. She tried to remember what had happened then. How had he reacted? She knew one thing – Manish Kumar’s touch did not scare her, did not get on her nerves, on the contrary it kind of soothed her. The thought was comforting and unnerving at the same time. She was in no mood of getting romantically involved with anyone. The weirdness her heart had been recently been through with regards to Rohan was enough to keep her away from letting her heart off the leash any time soon.


Untitled Series - XXXVI


Reminder: The Untitled Series posts are unedited. I publish them as and when I write them. If you  come across some typos or mistakes do not ignore them, let me know - that will help in editing :)

Part Thirty Six (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty One | Part Twenty Two | Part Twenty Three | Part Twenty Four | Part Twenty Five | Part Twenty Six | Part Twenty Seven |  Part Twenty Eight | Part Twenty NinePart Thirty | Part Thirty One | Part Thirty Two | Part Thirty Three | Part Thirty Four and Part Thirty Five.)


This was not exactly how he had hoped it would happen. He had imagined smelling her perfume and the shampoo in her hair when he hugged her for the first time instead of inhaling the smell of sweat. Nevertheless, he was glad it happened. He had wanted to hold her in his arms from the day he had set his eyes on her.

He knew he had some explaining to do. Breaking the lock on the door of Mansi’s friend was not going to work in his favour. He hoped Pallavi would understand that he had to do what he did because he was genuinely worried about Mansi.

Manish walked out of the society gate and hailed a cab. He was going to replace the lock as soon as possible and while the lock was being fixed; he intended to fix the things that had gone wrong. It was obvious, by now Mansi knew that Pallavi and he had not met before today. He had been a fool to say that he stayed in the same building. He had to know that Mansi was visiting someone she knew and he had to know that it would be difficult to explain not knowing the person she was visiting. What was he thinking? He wanted to hit himself in the head. The problem was he was not thinking clearly. Seeing Mansi in his building had taken him by surprise, a pleasant one no matter what. As the cab made its way through the traffic Manish wondered how he would explain staying in the same building, in opposite flat and not ever coming face to face with Pallavi?

He reached out to his contact in Godrej and asked for one of their best in door locks, the best security. On second thought he decided to get the same lock he had damaged because trying to impress them would also mean showing his hand. He had to remember that Mansi was not like other girls he had met in the past. She was different. His approach had to be different. He could have easily done this over the phone but he needed to get out. He needed time to clear his head and sort things out. He reached his contact’s office and collected the lock, as expected the person tried to show him better options but Manish refused. He requested the man to spare one of his technician to fix the lock. By the time he was in cab with the tech and on his way back to his society he had cooked up an explanation.


Untitled Series XXXV


It was dark inside the room, she felt something/someone tickle her skin and smelled the rancid breath. She screamed for help. It was nothing but a mute cry for help as no sound escaped from her lips. She was terrified. She tried to move but she could not. She was sweating profusely. She tried to move again but something or someone was pinning her down. She could not open her eyelids; she was heavily sedated, she concluded. Finally she managed to open her eyes, through her blurred vision she saw a face and neck and connecting arms that were holding her down, shaking her. She could not recognise the face earlier but after her vision became clearer, she panicked. This was not possible, he could not be here. She had dealt with that chapter of her life, or so she thought. She squirmed under the man as he brought his face closer to hers and whispered –
“Hey baby girl, daddy missed you.” And she screamed.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just a dream – wake up.” Manish yelled as he shook Mansi.

“It’s just a nightmare. Open your eyes. How many painkillers did you take?” He continued in panicked voice. He did not know what else to do. He slapped her hard across her face and then he slapped her again.
Mansi opened her eyes and sat up straight in bed. Her shirt and the bedsheet were soaked with sweat. She brought her knees close to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees.


Untitled Series XXXIV


Mansi waited until she heard the door being closed after Manish Kumar walked out of the apartment and then she eased herself into the comforting bed. She made a mental note of asking Pallavi about Manish when she came back from the office. 
Manish’s question had taken her by surprise, which she had tried her best to hide. 

It was hard to believe that Manish and Pallavi had never crossed path. It was strange that he did not know who stayed in the apartment opposite to his. She was too tired to think; she voluntarily put an end to her thoughts and tried to sleep. Her ankle felt better thanks to the painkiller Manish had given her. She thought about how pretentious she must have sounded when she said that she would call him. The truth was; since the painkiller had started taking effect and she was already tired she could not remember the number Manish had given her orally. It was either a genuine mistake from him or he had done that on purpose. Mansi exhaled sharply. She wondered why she thought the way she did. 

The fact was, she always thought like this. This was how she was programmed to behave; until she had met Rohan. Even though she had followed the same do-not-trust rules initially she had found herself walking past the fence she had created around her for safety. Unfortunately, she thought, it had not ended well justifying the way she was originally programmed.


Untitled Series - XXXIII



Manish Kumar knew that Mansi was being careful; she had her own doubts and that’s why she asked him about the bus – route to their offices. He did not miss the plural ‘offices’. She wanted to learn more about his day job. She was being sceptical and he admired that about her. He did not like the girls who blindly trusted someone. He knew he would have to strive hard to win her trust but he was also aware that once he did; it would be permanent.

He opened a bottle of chilled beer and took a sip. He smiled as he thought about their chance meeting in the staircase. He was thankful that she had not seen him earlier or it would have been difficult to explain stepping out of the Mercedes. This apartment was one of the few he had scattered around the city. He’d come here to collect few clothes – the ones he could wear to the office where Mansi worked. He wanted to step into the role as soon as he could. However, when he saw Mansi and realised that she would be staying here for a while, he changed his mind and decided to stay in this apartment to get to know her better. He could go to office with her every evening and get to spend more time with her, getting to know her. Finding out more about Mansi had become his priority. He thought about the events that led to his first 'encounter' with Mansi.



Untitled Series XXXII



Manish Kumar walked out of the apartment and closed the door behind him. He had not expected to see her here, nevertheless, he was glad.

He opened the door to his own apartment and stepped in. The posh interior was reflection of his lifestyle. Even though he was born to a rich father life was not easy in the beginning because his father believed in ‘earning’ what he deserved rather than ‘inheriting’ easily. However, once the old man died things changed. He had all that he had ever wanted, until the day Mansi came in his life.