Brute's Paradise

Chapter 10 - "Repay to friendship..."

Aryamaan snatches Manik's words and continues,

"But...the exact opposite happened. You were the person who continuously attended me when I was unconscious for 18 hours."

"And you were the person who kept on giving my updates to Abhiroop Uncle on the phone as I was not able to move my tongue because of the stitches."

Manik concludes with a satisfactory smile on his face. Aryamaan sips on his liquor and budges on his seat before uttering,

"Hmmm...it proved how strong my punch was."

"No, it proved how strong our friendship was. We perhaps can shed each other's blood but we can't leave each other in our tough time."

Manik's voice is grave and stern. Aryamaan breaks his eye contact with Manik and asks in an unsure tone,

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...I need you as well as you need me. Nothing can break our friendship, Arya. Nothing means nothing."

Manik mouths in a baritone voice while scooting forward to meet Aryamaan's eyes.

"Not even your love for Nandini?"

Aryamaan's voice is laced with jest. His eyes are dancing with amusement. Manik halts for some seconds and gradually the infectious mirth spreads to his lips. He sits squarely and dodges the question with a teasing tone,

"Aryaaa...get a steady girlfriend, Bro. You are giving me bizarre vibes. Don't say that your sexual preference has changed. Because you are jealous of a woman...seriously?"

"Shut up, you jerk. I am very much straight. If you have doubt then join me tonight at my sex party. But I just can't stand the word, love. And I just can't believe how this word got a place in your life. The Manik I knew..."

Manik halts Aryamaan and counters,

"Okay...not again. I am not here to lecture you on love once again. So, let's be with our own beliefs until you have someone special for you. By the way, what is the issue with your consignment? Is there any serious problem?"

Manik's words immediately harden Aryamaan's jawline. He gets up from his seat and walks to the bar counter again.

"One of my big arms and drug consignments has been seized by the Indian coast guards and I have no idea how will I manage this matter."

He perhaps will continue but Manik's next line pauses him with surprise,

"One of my ships is passing by Honnavar Port Karnataka tomorrow. Manage the customs officers and transfer the consignment to my ship. Your load will be intact and safe."

Aryamaan turns at his friend with a jerk. Till now, whenever he showed interest in joining Manik as a business partner, he always rejected his proposal. Then why today? A repayment for his help?

"You know, what you meant by that? You will be involved in the Mafia world, directly. Are you trying to repay my favour?"

Aryamaan sounds unsure. Manik raises his glass and utters in a flat determined tone,

"I am repaying your friendship."

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"As my eyes open, I unmindfully stretch my hand to my side in search of Manik's touch. I grope for a couple of seconds with my drowsy mind but don't get his warmth. Suddenly, last night's memories nudge my conscience. I turn to my right side and find the empty bed. A sigh of regret comes out of my nostrils. Manik slept in his study last night and I kept on staring at the ceiling till 4 am. A sinking sensation hits my mind and I sit squarely with a jerk. My eyes fall on the wall clock. It's quarter to 9 am. God! I am damn late. Mini must be awake. My little monster. And what about the Big monster? My inner self questions me. A smile creeps on my lips. Let me wake up both of them. I make up my mind and get down the bed."

Nandini takes half an hour to fresh and hastily comes to Manikya's room. However, the sight makes her relax for a while. Her little monster is still sleeping putting her thumb into her mouth. She takes a sigh of contentment and comes to Manik's study. After a brief hesitation, she twists the latch to peek inside. Her brows scrunch. Manik is not in the room.

"Is he having breakfast?"

She mumbles under her uneasy breath and heads to get downstairs. Before entering the kitchen, her eyes fall on the breakfast table. Manik is not even there. The frown on her forehead deepens. She steps inside the kitchen and asks the butler,

"Kishor, where is Manik? I mean where is Sir?"

Kishor greets her good morning and informs her that Manik left early in the morning. It was near about 6 am.

"Did he have breakfast?"

She again enquires and Kishor wobbles in negative. A lump of discomfort obstructs her throat.

"What kind of anger is this? You did wrong and now you are making me feel guilty. Not fair, Manik."

She murmurs and comes upstairs to get her phone. But as she tries to dial Manik's number, his name flashes on the screen as the caller's name. With a bright smile, she slides up the green button.

"Hello...yes...speaking. WHAT? HOW?....NOOO..."

These distinct words escape her mouth. She staggers back as her head reels for a nanosecond. Only then, Manikya's wail comes from the adjacent room. Nandini rushes towards it.

Author's note: So, Manik joined the Mafia world. Is it the outcome of his anger for Nandini? Who called and what shook Nandini so much? To know all these, keep reading. Get a double update by turning my follower number to 1.5k ❤❤