Chapter 13

Manik, who was still there dressed in a fine black suit, looking deadly handsome, turned around from the mirror in which he was fixing his hair at the sound of Nandini hustling around behind him.

“Where is your tissue box, Manik?” Nandini asked, walking near him, holding up the trail of her robe and dress so she wouldn't trip.

Manik's breath hitched at the sight of her face. She'd chosen to do a dark, mature and sultry makeup look. She looked exactly opposite to her cute self. She'd done smokey and kohl rimmed eyes, prominent contours and her lips were painted a deep crimson. It really hit him just how much of a woman she was. A beautiful, sensual, divine woman who could attract any man around her.

He kept staring at her face with wide eyes without answering her. His attraction to her before was nothing compared to what it was now. It felt like it had increased tenfold in one second with the single glance which was undoubtedly insane.

“Manik! Hey! What’s wrong? Do you have tissues on