Destiny 7

It wasn't just her blouse that's torn, not just her skin punctured but the hooks of her brassiere were pulled crooked. The both ends holding it together were very fragile, waiting to let go any moment. It looked like the nail pulled on the hooks, when it pierced her skin and eventually managed to tear off the blouse instead.

He averted his eyes immediately upon realisation. The cloth fell from his hand, as if it burned him. He have seen more than he should, clasping the safety pin should be an easy task but in his case this happened to be the hardest chore.

K Mindvoice : Aathadi... Nambe paathuku help pandrumnu sollithum.. Ithulam yosikeve illeyeh.. Inthe samacharam namaku theriyadeh....

First the torn blouse, OK he could help to pin it.
Then a wound, OK he could help to mend it.
Now, crooked brasserie hooks?
How was he supposed to help with this?!

K Mindvoice : setteh da! Summave ive enne tappa nenepa.. Ithe enna panarthunu keta... poriki'nu mudive panirva! Nambe ithelam valkehleh paathuthu kude illeh... Ithuku enna.. eppadi help panarathu?

M : ennachi?

K : athu... athu...

She figured out what could be the problem, its not rocket science! It's her body, her garments. She knows how it felt when the hook nail pulled on her blouse, she heard what tore, she felt what pierced and she knows what went loose.

M : athu paravalehnge... Blouse mattum.... Hmm?

K : ahm... Seh...seri...
(blew out a long breath)

Trembling fingers, held both ends of her torn blouse, pulling it together to meet.

K Mindvoice : seri... Athu paakameh... Ithu mattum pin panirvum... Inthe pakkam ippadi eduthu.. Anthe pakkam appadi eduthu... Ippadi iluthu..

M : Yengge!

K : ah? Enna?

M : paatu'nge..meduva...

M Mindvoice : Aathi... Ivaghe ilukarthu paata Irukarthum kilinjire poleh...

K : oh.. Illeh athu.. Nallah pin pannanum'leh.. Aathan... Nalla iluthu... Tighta....

M (monologue) : Nalla iluthighe... Hmm..

K : ey.. Kekudu..

M : Aathi... Hmm.. Seri.. Konjum.. Vidughe.. Rombe ilukadighe... Tighta iruke...

He heard her and adjusted to her request.

K : oh.... Seri... Hmm.. Ippeh?.. Seriya iruka?

M : ahm... Ithu OK..

All the time he was careful not to touch her, and he succeeded until the moment he had to pin it together with safety pin.

K : ey.. Athu.. Ippeh.. Viral patta... Tappa nenechi kathey... Ooku kuthenum.. Athaan..

M : Yengge...

K : Sollu..

M : theriyuma?

K : enna?

M : ooku.. Kutte... Theriyuma?

Her question irked him a little.

K Mindvoice : Ippadi ore sadegamadi unneke?

He went near her ear and whispered angrily.

K : theriyum di!

She had goosebumps all over having him whisper so close to her ear. As it is the close proximity of his body to her back made her aware of him like never before. The heat permeating from him was burning her alive.

His honesty and decency in prevailing her virtue, made her warm deep inside. Her respect for him, sky rocketed to different heights every second.

While she was feeling a myriad of emotions within her, he was keenly concentrating on clasping the safety pin carefully on her back. Once done, he was proud of his work and smiled happily at how perfectly he pinned it.

K : seriya iruka?

And that's when, she knew he was done. True to his words, he didn't touch her more than necessary. There wasn't anything he did that made her uncomfortable, well she did feel a surge of unusual warmth but it was pleasant, nothing offensive about it.

She adjusted her blouse and felt the fitting was snug. The pin was holding her blouse together perfectly, not too tight, not too loose.

Smiling happily she looked sideways to him and nodded.

M : ah.. Seriya irukungge

K : ah.. Appadi Sollu... Innomo kethe... Theriyumanu... Paateleh..

M : hmm.. Paatum.. Paatum..

Without them realising, they were having the most comfortable conversation in the most awkward situation.

TBC