Hello people.
Happy New year to all of you in advance.
So here's a snippet of what will happen in the long run of the story.
Hope you guys will like it.

Manik's POV:

1,33,06,153 crores.

That's number of females in Maharashtra who are above the age of 21.

Don't ask me why am I mentioning those numericals you will get to know it.

Nandini Murthy.

My favourite puzzle to solve.

Someone I can kiss for an entire day given survival without oxygen is possible.

I feel that sarees are only woven for her. She looks the sexiest in those.

Tangled is her favourite Disney series.

She hates eating yolk part in eggs.

Coffee is her own heaven.

She loves explaining situations based on theory of probability.

But on top of these what she loves the most is confusing me.

"We shouldn't be doing this Manik" she said her voice raspy and lips swollen due to our previous encounter.

I could also see the red tint on her cheeks only if the room had other sources of light rather than the moonlight reflecting from the glass windows and falling on her face making it look more pretty.

But what worries me more is the dry tear marks on her face. I made her cry again. Will she cry again after going home too?

And she walked away like that leaving me alone again.

I stare at the file lying on the glass table having the documents which can change our fates, her and mine.

Nandini Murthy might be the first girl to tell "I love you" for the first time while holding divorce documents in her hands.

And we might be the first couple to kiss passionately after receiving the divorce papers.

Complex much isn't it?

Why the fuck did I only fall in love with Nandini Murthy of all the girls?

Why the fuck did my brain chose to release oxytocin and other 'love hormones' shit only after meeting her?

I don't know the answers for this.

All I know is that life seems easiest to me when she smiles.

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