Author's note: So, today I finally wrote the most difficult word of this story....The End.☹☹ To be frank, I have mixed feelings. I am sad that this story ended 😔😔 and I am happy that it ended with lots of love and appreciation.☺️☺️ When I started this story, I didn't know that it will be so much popular. I have never thought that I can write a successful rom-com so effortlessly. This is my third story of Manan but it has given me tremendous recognition as a writer so that I can even think to write more rom-coms in future. I am very happy that this story crossed 10k votes and almost 77k reads. It is really overwhelming. I am really thankful to my readers who loved this book and always encouraged me to write more. I can't mention everyone but still can't resist myself to thank Nandinibera000_aamira@Niveditaaa_lotusforeverPournuinfinity-Mananaishhhhh1
I couldn't tag all but I really thankful to all my genuine readers. Love you guys😘😘😘😘
I wanted to post the epilogue on a special day and I think no other day can be perfect as Holi. So, this is my Holi gift to all.🎈🎈🎈😄😄😄 I asked my readers if they want me to write a prequel of GolMal and I got an overwhelming response. Everyone wants to see this Manan in a new story. So, I will start a prequel of GolMal very soon.👍👍Hope you all will show the same love and support for that story too.🤗🤗 Till then, enjoy my other stories and shower your love. Happy Holi once again...❤❤❤
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Deshmukh Niwas: Living Room: Sunday: 2 pm:
The lunch was over. All were again sitting in the living room and tattling.
Vishwanath Deshmukh: (Confidently) "Ahem.... So, now you all have faith in my palmistry? I predicted that something special is going to happen in Aliya and Cabir's life and see. My words not only have been proven true but also has increased my confidence. Now, I can even face read and tell anyone's future."
Aloka wobbled in disbelief while others chuckled.
Cabir: (With a pretentious serious voice) "Really Mamu? Then read Aryamaan's face and tell what is in his future. I really want to know."
Aryamaan rolled his eyes at Cabir and he winked. However, Vishwanath started observing Aryamaan minutely and his condition was, "Where can I hide?" After scrutiny, Vishwanath sighed with a frown.
Vishwanath: "His future is painful. I can clearly see his downfall."
Aryamaan and the other ones started looking at each other. Though they didn't have much faith in Viswanath's prediction, it was unexpected and blunt.
Aloka: (With annoyance) "Stop all these. Have you gone crazy? Don't make him panic."
She softly scolded her husband. The next few hours passed with some other important talks like when will be Nandini's baby shower, when will Cabir talk to Navya's parents about their marriage and when will be the perfect time for Aliya and Dhruv's wedding. Around 4 pm everybody bid a bye to Deshmukh's. Aryamaan approached his house by walking as it was not very far from Deshmukh Niwas. The road was deserted and calm. Aryamaan was feeling light and relieved. Manik and Nandini don't have any bad feelings or grudges on him. Everything was perfect and fine. He could see how happy Nandini was when they finally met the Deshmukhs as a couple. A content smile crept on his lips. He was happy for Nandini. He was happy for Manik and he was happy for his friendship with them. All these trains of thought made Aryamaan a bit careless and he didn't notice that a girl was approaching him on a bicycle. Her cycle handle was trembling as she was showing some circus on a rope.
The girl: (Shouts) "Hey, hey.....move....move....I will hit you....move you MORON."
But Aryamaan was too lost to hear this life-threatening (At least the writer thinks so....ha...ha...) alarm. The girl kept on yelling for some more seconds, following with her frantic hand gesture. However, it happened what was destined to happen. Boom....The front wheel of the rigid cycle smoothly passed between Aryamaan's legs while the handle punched his belly like a professional boxer making Aryamaan sound a.... "Cockk". The girl fell on the other side while Aryamaan was struggling for coming out of the distorted structure of the cycle.
The Girl: (Yelled) "You dimwit. Have you lost your sense of sound and sight?"
She forwarded like a hostile tigress. Till then, Aryamaan somehow freed himself from the captivity of the cycle. He stood up and came forward too with limping steps.
Aryamaan: (With the same spite) "Hello, Stupid Stunt girl. I am not a dimwit. You are callous. Who told you to show this circus on the road when you can't even paddle a small two-wheeler? Go to a field and first learn to ride a tricycle."
The girl widened her eyes in surprise. "This boy has guts to insult me even after his fault." Her mind couldn't believe it.
The Girl: (With gritted teeth) "How dare you call me Stupid Stunt Girl? I am Mukti Vardhan. No one can question my riding capability. It's you who was blocking my road and Mukti Vardhan never changes her path for anyone. Got it Mr, Humpty Dumpty?"
She stirred her finger in front of Aryamaan's nose which made him chuckle. "This girl is stupid but cute. She even has a good sense of humour. Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall...Humpty Dumpty had a great fall..." He rhymed in his mind while eyeing her flared nose and a lined forehead.
Aryamaan: (Teasingly) "So, you are Ms Mukti Vardhan. I must say you are not only a stupid stunt girl but also a stupid beautiful lass. Nice to meet you, Ms Vardhan. You made it easy for me. Or else it will be an unnecessary wait for me to know your beautiful name."
He chuckled while Mukti gaped with surprise.
Mukti: "What do you mean?"
Aryamaan: "I mean...it won't be our first and last meeting for sure. See you soon."
Before Mukti could gauge his words, Aryamaan winked at her and speeded his pace. He was whistling and thinking, "Vishwanath Uncle is indeed a good palmist. He correctly predicted my downfall. However, he forgot to tell that it would be a romantic one."
Aryamaan: "Who said God does injustice? He gives us so many opportunities and options. We just have to grab it. If not Murthy..then Mukti...ha...ha..."
He laughed and paced towards his house.
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Singapore Airport: In the Arrival gate: 10 am:
Manik and Nandini came out of the glass sliding door of the Airport arrival gate and approached the car parking area. Manik's office had arranged an office car to receive their new Senior Vice president. The company also gave a fully furnished flat to Mr and Mrs Manik Malhotra. So, they just had to carry their personal belongings.
Manik: (With slight annoyance) "Nandini, I told you to not pack too many things. Who will believe that we are going to live here permanently from now? We can buy new clothes from here too...right? But see...we are two people and our suitcases are....1,2,3, ....Oh God 4...leave those handbags and trolly bag."
Nandini: (Rolled her eyes) "For your kind information...I only took 2 suitcases for our clothes and other things. The other 2 suitcases are full of food. Mom was paranoid that I shouldn't eat outside food and Aloka Aunty anticipated that I will definitely have craving for pickle at this time. So, she packed plenty of bottles of her homemade pickles. And I couldn't defy her affection. Really Manik, we told so many lies to them but at the moment of leaving Mumbai, they were crying like our real parents. We are very lucky that Aliya is going to be in our family and they will be our real relatives."
Her eyes became moist while Manik nodded with a smile, pecking her temple. Suddenly a voice attracted their attention.
The Person: "Mr and Mrs Malhotra....here....Sir...here..."
They turned to the source of the voice and found a person. A well-built Sardarji holding a placard written Manik's name on it. They approached him and saw a car. Sardarji came forward and loaded the luggage inside the car dickey. Manik and Nandini got in the sedan.
Manik: "Tusi Punjabi jande ho na, Paji ? (You know Punjabi..right, Sir?)
Sardarji: "Hanji...zaroor... (Yes, Of course). Born and brought up in Ludhiana, Ji. Isa kismata ne ithe lai aia. (This is my destiny who brought me here.) Tusi loka vi to Punjabi ho, Sirji? (You both are also Punjabis... right?)
Manik: "Mai Punjabi ha...par meri votti Kannadiga hai, Ji..Ate sada anewala bacha total Hybrid hovega, National integration....ha...ha..." (I am Punjabi...but my wife is Kannadiga. And our upcoming baby will be a total hybrid, National integration.)
Manik laughed with zeal and stroke Nandini's belly playfully. Nandini rolled her eyes at him and elbowed his ribcage. In reply, Manik winked at her.
Manik: (Enthusiastically) "It's good to see Indians in unknown counties. Apna naam nehi dasa tusi, Paji. (You didn't tell me your name, Sir)
Sardarji: (Laughed) "Tuhada nehi pucha, Ji...Mera naam Gattu Singh hai, Ji. Gattu Singh Ludhianvi." (You didn't ask, Sir. My name is Gattu Singh, Sir. Gattu Singh Ludhianvi.)
Manik and Nandini looked at each other. Their eyes were as round as a globe. In the next moment, they split their sides with a riot of laughter. Sometimes there are no happy endings because endings are the saddest part of a journey. They just had a happy beginning, happy middle and a happy start of a new life.
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