Hello 😀

Kindly read the previous chapter (Chapter 53) before moving on to this one, as it is a double update.

Vaanga vaanga story kulla polaa 🚴‍♀️💜🦋

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Seetha

"Onnum illa, ma. Naan inga dhaan irukken"

(Nothing is wrong, ma. I am here with you)

He murmured, his voice calm and soothing.

His heartbeat against my ear slowly brought my breathing back to normal with each passing second.

I pulled back slightly, looking up at him. His face was rigid, concern etched into his features, but his lips curved into a gentle smile as he patted my cheek.

And with his good hand, he wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes.

That's when it struck me-his injured arm.

My eyes widened in alarm as guilt crashed over me.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!"

I stammered.

"Valikardhaa? Naan theriyaama... marandhuten! Sorry, professor. Valikardhaa?"

(Is it hurting? I... I forgot... does it hurt?)

He silenced my panicked rambling with a single gesture, his finger pressed lightly against my lips as he whispered,

"Shh"

"Adhellaam onnum illa. Nee vaa..."

(Nothing like that. You come with me)

He said, grabbing my wrist briefly before letting it go.

But instead of stepping away, I instinctively caught the loose fabric of his shirt near his waist.

He stretched his good arm upward, retrieving something from the cabinet, and placed it on the counter.

"Stove pakkathula matchbox irukkum, paaru"

(There's a matchbox next to the stove)

He said, pointing towards the stove with a faint light from his phone's torch.

I nodded, quickly moving to the stove.

I found the matchbox, returned to his side, and handed it to him.

"Candle irukku paaru. Patha vaikkira"

(Look, there's a candle. Light it)

He added.

I lit the candle as instructed, the flame flickering to life in the dim kitchen.

He stood closely behind me, his protective presence comforting.

A small smile curved my lips as I disposed of the matchstick. But my smile grew wider when I felt his arm wrap around my waist, pulling me into a warm embrace.

His chin rested on my shoulder, and his voice softened as he whispered,

"En dress ellaam dry pandra, en veetu kitchen'la enkooda thaniyaa nikkira, un vaasam en mela, en vaasam un mela... mmm..."

(You're drying my dress, we're alone in my kitchen at home, your scent on me, my scent on you... mmm..)

A deep blush crept across my face as he nuzzled into the curve of my neck, his breath warm against my skin. And my shoulders lifted slightly at the sensation, anticipation coursing through me.

"Yeppo ma kalyanam pannikalaam?"

(When will we get married, ma?)

He asked suddenly, his voice low and teasing.

My eyes widened at his unexpected question.

Without thinking, I reached up, cupping the back of his head with my hand, my fingers threading gently through his hair.

And he tightened his hold around me, inhaling deeply at the crook of my neck, and we stood there, lost in the moment.

After a few minutes, though his arms didn't leave me, I eventually began preparing dinner, moving slowly and deliberately so as not to break the comfortable closeness.

He spoke in soft murmurs behind me, mentioning his work, his dreams, and even reminding me to focus on the tasks assigned by the company I'd joined. I hummed in response, my hands busy slicing vegetables.

But out of nowhere, he asked,

"Nee nalla paaduva dhane? Oru singer aaga try panna vendiyadhu dhaane?"

(You sing well, right? Why don't you try to become a singer?)

I smiled, shaking my head lightly as I replied,

"Adhellaa romba kashtam. Singing career'aah eduthaa, adhula perusaaga romba varsham aagum"

(That's too difficult. If I take up a singing career, it will take a lot of years to succeed in it)

He nodded thoughtfully, leaning against the counter beside me with his palm pressed on its edge.

"Unakku recent favorite song enna?"

(Which is your recent favorite song?)

I glanced at him, slightly frowning at his sudden curiosity before smiling.

"Adhellaa naraya irukku. Ovvoru mood'ku yetha maadhiri change aagum"

(That's too many. It will change accordingly for every mood)

He hummed in agreement, his gaze softening as he reached his hand towards me.

His fingers brushed my shoulder, gently moving my hair to cascade down my back.

Then, he tucked a few stray strands behind my ear, his touch lingering.

I smiled, lowering my head to focus on cutting the vegetables again, avoiding his gaze.

After a moment, he spoke again.

"Enakku oru song dedicate pannanum'naa, yendha song pannuva?"

(If you have to dedicate a song to me, which song should you sing?)

I froze for a second, lifting my face to meet his eyes.

There was a certain curiosity in his expression-an unusual openness. Suspicious of his sudden streak of questions, I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Neenga indha maadhiri kekuradhu romba rare. Yedho plan vachittu irukkeenga'le?"

(You rarely ask things like this. Do you have some plan in mind?)

He chuckled softly, the sound deep and warm.

"Nee romba yosikkaadha. Just answer"

(Don't overthink. Just answer)

"Mmm..."

I hummed thoughtfully, the tune slowly forming in my mind.

And I began singing the very song I had once sung for him before he ever fell in love with me.

The thought that I was now singing it for him, standing beside him as his fiancée, sent a chill down my spine.

Nee pesum vaarthaigal segarithu
Seiven anbae orr agaraathi
Nee thoongum nerathil thoongamal
Parpen thinam un thalai kothi
Kadorathil epothumae un moochu kaatrin
Veppam sumapen
Kayoduthaan kai korthu thaan un maarbu sootil
Mugham puthaipen

[With all those words you utter, I would compile a new dictionary.

I would admire you and caress your hair when you are asleep

I would cherish your breath around my ears

I would buy myself in the warmth on your chest]

Back then, I never expected anything in return. But secretly, I used to wonder-what would his reaction be if I sang this song for him?

And today, I finally got my answer: a smile.

Not just any smile, but his signature dimpled smile, the one I wished I could etch into my memory forever.

Verenna vendum ulagathilae
Indha inbam pothum nejinilae

[What more could I need?

Except for this memorable moment in my heart]

This man, who once entered my life as an angry, arrogant professor, had transformed over time.

He became the caring stranger on that bus ride, the protective shield during the invisible magic, the love-yearning man I couldn't resist, the romantic and dominant professor who stole my heart, and now... the loving, caring fiancé who would soon be my husband.

Ezhezhuu jenjam vaazhndu viten

[It's a joy that is equal to being born seven times]]

The mere thought of it made my cheeks flush as I averted my gaze from him and finished the song.

As soon as the last note faded, I heard him pat his chest lightly and exclaim with a faint,

"Wow!"

I couldn't help but grin like a fool as he added,

"Semmaiya paadra ma nee!"

(You sing so well!)

Lifting my face, I blinked at him, my heart fluttering.

"Thank you"

I murmured.

He hummed with that same beautiful smile and asked,

"Innum ethana talent vachirukka enakku theriyaama?"

(How many more talents are you hiding from me?)

I shook my head with a shy smile.

"Avlodhaan"

(That's it)

"Poi sollaadha. I know you're capable of everything"

(Don't lie)

He said confidently.

I chuckled softly and admitted,

"Bharatham aada theriyum"

(I know Bharatanatyam)

While stirring the vegetables on the pan, I jerked when I heard his surprised exclamation,

"Whattt!"

Frowning, I looked up to see his face lit with excitement.

"Enna aachu?"

(What happened?)

I asked curiously.

"Nejamaa? Bharatham aada theriyumaa unakku?"

(Really? You know how to dance Bharatanatyam?)

He asked, his enthusiasm unmistakable.

I shrugged, still frowning.

"Theriyum"

(Yes)

"Nijamaa?"

(Really?)

He pressed again, his curiosity relentless.

Letting out a sigh, I placed the lid on the pan and turned to him.

"Naan chinna ponnaa irukkumbodhey classes'ku poyirukken. Theriyum"

(I used to attend classes when I was a little girl. I know it)

I assured him.

He chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Appo vaa..."

(Then, come with me..)

I blinked in confusion.

"Enga?"

(Where?)

"Aadi kaami enakku"

(Perform bharatham for me)

He said with a playful grin.

I widened my eyes.

"Ennadhu?"

(What?)

"Yes! Please! Enakku romba naal aasa theriyumaa? Yedhaadhu ponnu Bharatham aadradha live'ah paakanum'nu..."

(Yes! Please! Do you know how long I've been wanting this? I wish to see some girl perform Bharatham live before me..)

Placing my hands on my hips, I raised my brows, intimidating him, asking,

"Yedhaadhu ponnu?"

(Some girl?)

His grin only widened as he grabbed my elbow and pulled me closer.

"Adhu appo. Ippo dhaan.. en pondatti nee irukka'le? Aadi kaamikka maatiyaa?"

(That was before. Now... I have you as my wife, right? Won't you dance for me?)

I blushed, my cheeks burning red for what felt like the hundredth time today.

But, shaking my head, I pushed him away gently.

"Adhellaam mudiyadhu"

(I won't)

I fully expected him to switch to his usual dominant tone, but instead, he surprised me by whining like a child.

"Maa, please maa. Please... enakkaaga, Seetha?"

(For me, Seetha?)

That melted my heart instantly.

Smiling softly, I said,

"Seri, cook panneetu..."

(Okay. Once I'm done with the cooking...)

"Aiyooo! Adhukulla appa vandhuttaanga'naa enna pannradhu? Nee ippove vandhu aadi kaami, please..."

(Oh no! What if Dad comes in? What will I do? Come now and perform for me please..)

He whined again, his voice full of exaggerated desperation.

I chuckled at his antics.

"Aana idhu karugirum.."

(But it'll burn if I..)

I pointed to the pan on the stove.

Without missing a beat, he turned off the stove, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me out of the kitchen despite my protests.

We entered his room, and he walked over to the balcony, sliding open the screen to let the moonlight spill in.

Then, settling onto the couch with his phone in hand, he looked up at me with a pleading expression.

"Naan song choose pannavaa?"

(Shall I choose the song?)

His childlike excitement was so endearing that my head nodded instinctively, captivated by the sudden shift in his demeanor.

He looked like a kid with a newfound toy, and I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm.

I anxiously adjusted my saree, tucking the pallu securely into my waist as he scrolled through some songs on his phone.

My fingers fumbled slightly as I fixed my hair into a high bun, trying to mask my nervousness.

After a minute, he broke the silence, asking,

"Kalvare or Kannukul Pothivaipen?"

(Dear, thief or I will keep you safe in my eyes?)

I paused, processing the songs he mentioned and mentally recalling their steps. With a quick nod, I said,

"Anything"

His grin widened at my response, and I had to suppress a chuckle.

"Kannukul, then"

He decided, his tone playful yet certain.

I nodded again, silently preparing myself as he continued,

"Ready? Middle'le irundhu podren. Orudhadava venaa song kaettukuriyaa?"

(Ready? I'll start from the middle portion. Do you want to hear the song once?)

Shaking my head slightly, I replied,

"Illa... andha... Siru sittigai paasam stanza dhaane? Naanu andha reels paathirukken. Podunga.."

(No... that... the 'little love' stanza, right? I, too, saw that in the reels. Go ahead...)

His lips pressed together, a faint blush coloring his ears as he lowered his head in embarrassment.

That sight made me chuckle warmly.

And as he started the song, I steadied my breath, positioning myself and letting the melody take over.

As the line,

Siru sittigai paasam perum kadalaai maara

[A spoon of love, has now become a vast sea]

Played, I moved my arms gently, forming mudras that showed how a small spark turns into a vast ocean of love. My steps were light, matching the rhythm, as I spun gracefully, letting the music guide me.

And when,

Manithuli ellaamey arainodikkul theera

[Moments in time have flown by in half a second]

Came, I took a step forward, raising my hands to show how raindrops come together to create something bigger. I ended with a soft turn, lifting my hands above my head like a blooming flower, feeling the emotion of the song through every move.

Then, as the line,

Mazhaitharaiya ullam pisupisuppai penna

[Like the floors during rains, searching for viscounsness]

Played, I let my hands mimic the gentle touch of raindrops, soft and fluid, as my feet tapped lightly in rhythm. I twirled, showing the fluttering emotions in a girl's heart, and glanced at him briefly.

He was watching me intently, his lips curling into a smile that made my cheeks heat up.

Edharkkadi thindaattam kathakathappai kaana

[why this lovable yearning for warming the heart?]

I moved with playful steps, lifting my arms to show the carefree swaying of emotions. His eyes sparkled with admiration, and I caught him leaning forward slightly, as if he didn't want to miss a single movement.

That made me smile shyly, but I continued, letting the music guide me while his gaze made every step feel special.

Nee radhai inam sollaamal sonnayae

[You send across a message, that you are like a Radha]

I moved my hands upward, shaping them into a delicate lotus, symbolizing Radha's unspoken love.

And my eyes followed the movement, soft and yearning, as I swayed gently to the melody.

Sengothai manam un pechil thanthayae

[The heart of a pure & beautiful girl, you gave it to me in your words.]

I started to circle around him, my steps light and playful, just like the melody. With each turn, my saree brushed against the floor, and I let my eyes meet his, full of affection.

Unnaale yosikkiren

[You are the reason, I have these thoughts of love.]

I raised my hand towards him, feeling a surge of warmth and affection. But just as my fingers were about to graze his hand, I pulled back, stopping myself before our hands could touch.

And his hand remained suspended in the air, caught in that brief, unspoken moment. I smiled, feeling the playful tension, and continued my dance, avoiding his touch, leaving him in a quiet longing.

Un viralai pidithu nadakkum, nimidam yaasikkiren

[I breathe thinking about the day I get to hold your finger and walk]

This time, I reached out and gently held his hand, feeling its warmth and strength. With his hand in mine, I took a few steps, moving to the rhythm, my heart fluttering with each graceful motion.

Every step felt like an unspoken connection, as though the world faded away, leaving only us in the moment.

But suddenly, my breath caught as he pulled me into his lap.

I froze, wide-eyed, a blush creeping up my cheeks. But, he looked at me with a smile that sent a rush of warmth through me and he said,

"Ma, do you realize how mesmerizing you are?"

Without answering his question, I wrapped my arms around his neck, looked into his eyes and asked,

"Reels'le laa vara ponnungala vida naan nannaa aadunanaa?"

(Am I dancing better than those girls in the reels?)

He smiled, leaning in, and lightly pressed our foreheads together, saying,

"En pondatti'eh vida yaarunaalayum ivlo azhaga aada mudiyaadhu"

(Nobody can dance as beautifully as my wife)

I bit my lip, teasing him,

"Yaaru adhu unga pondatti?"

(Who's your wife?)

He pulled back, raised an eyebrow, and I struggled to suppress my smile. Then he sighed and said,

"Seri avala vidu. You know what? I have one strange obsession"

(Okay, forget about her. You know what? I have one strange obsession)

I frowned and asked,

"Enna obsession?"

(What obsession?)

He smiled again,

"I'm obsessed over dark colours"

"Dark colours?"

I repeated.

"Yes. Un kannu maadhiri"

(Yes. Like your eyes)

He said with a wide smile.

I blinked at him, playfully glaring thinking he was being cheesy, but he shook his head, and said,

"Hey, promise'ah, di. Venum'naa Elango kitta kaettu paaru"

(Hey, I promise. If you are suspicious, ask Elango)

I frowned, not quite understanding.

"Yen apdi oru vinodhamaana obsession?"

(Why such a strange obsession?)

I asked.

He shrugged and tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Yaarukku theriyum?"

(Who knows?)

He said with a smile. I shifted slightly to sit more comfortably in his lap, but he looked deeply into my eyes, whispering,

"Don't repeat this"

I furrowed my brows.

"Ennadhu?"

(What?)

"Don't move against my lap. It's getting hard"

He whispered.

My eyes widened, and I blushed, playfully hitting his shoulder. He chuckled before planting a soft kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes with a smile, hearing him say,

"So graceful. Talented fellow ma nee"

(You're auch a talented fellow, ma)

He pinched my nose, and I whined, swatting it away, still trying to hide my smile.

He chuckled again, wrapping his arm around my waist, and I looked up at him.

He frowned slightly and asked,

"Enna?"

(What?)

I smiled sheepishly before huffing,

"Indha sling yeppo eduppaanga? Nekku unga madila utkaara kooda vasadhiyaa've illa. Idichiruveno'nu yosichu yosichu utkaara maadhiri irukku"

(When will they remove your sling? I feel uncomfortable even sitting on your lap. I've been thinking over and over about how to sit without hurting your hand)

He laughed softly at my complaint and replied,

"Adhellaa enakku valikala, nee nalla saanjukko"

(That's not a problem for me, you lean back well)

But I shook my head firmly, saying,

"No no no no... idha edukura varaikum naan vara maaten"

(No no no no... I won't come until this is taken off)

"Enga vara maata?"

(Where you won't come?)

He asked, amused.

"Ungakitta dha"

(To you)

I declared.

"Loosu! Ippo enga irukka apro?"

(Fool! Where are you now?)

"Aahnn... ippo paarunga... unga mutti mela utkaandhirukken. Kai seri aanadhum, ulla thalli utkaandhuppen"

(Aahn... Now look... I've seated on your knees. After your hand gets better, I'll sit on your lap)

I grinned.

He laughed again, shaking his head.

"Ennamaa nee... paravala, vaa"

(What are you? It's okay... you just sit comfortably)

He pulled me towards him, but I shook my head, sliding down to sit near his knees, holding him tightly around his neck.

"Maaten, maaten! Seri, naan poi samaikavaa?"

(I won't, I won't! Okay... Shall I go and start cooking?)

I asked, smiling. But, he shook his head returning a smile, saying,

"Venaam... appa vandha apro samachukko"

(No.. cook after appa comes home)

I looked at him in disbelief and asked,

"Mama vara romba late aachunaa?"

(What if mama comes back so late?)

"Late'aah samachukko"

(Then cook later)

He replied nonchalantly, shrugging.

I sighed dramatically.

"12 mani aachunaa?"

(What if it's 12 o'clock?)

"Appo 12 manikku samachukko"

(Then cook at 12 o'clock)

He said with the same casual tone.

Rolling my eyes, I swayed my legs in the air, saying,

"Mama pasiyoda varuvaa... naan avaa marumagal'ah nannaa nadandhukka venaamaa?"

(Mama will come home hungry. Shouldn't I behave like his good daughter-in-law?)

I asked seriously, but he leaned in and kissed my cheek. I whined, trying to push him away, but he only leaned further towards my neck.

And his weight made me bend backward as I laughed, holding onto him tightly.

He chuckled and said,

"Appo nalla marumagalaa mattum dha iruppiyaa June 20 apro?"

(Then, will you only be a good daughter-in-law from June 20?)

I frowned at his teasing but gasped when he pulled me back to the previous position. Then, he lifted his legs and placed them on the teapoy in front of him.

I grinned and sat comfortably, adjusting myself.

"Illaye... marumagal'ah irukka mattumaa naan inga varen?"

(No.. will I shift here only to be a good daughter-in-law?)

I asked playfully.

He smiled and leaned closer again.

"Apro yedhukku vara?"

(Then why would you come?)

I grinned, pinched his left bearded cheek, and said,

"Ungala paathukka"

(To take care of you)

He smiled and asked,

"Paathukittu mattum dha iruppiyaa?"

(Only for that?)

I shook my head with a shy smile.

"Illa"

(No)

"Apro?"

(Then?)

He asked, his gaze locked onto mine.

"Samachu kuduppen"

(To cook for you)

I replied softly.

He stared at me briefly, his expression unreadable, before asking again,

"Apro?"

(Then?)

Leaning my cheek against his chest to hide my blushing smile, I whispered,

"Apro..."

(Then..)

He leaned forward, trying to catch my face, but I turned away, tilting my head to the opposite side.

And I heard his low chuckle as he said,

"Seri, naan paakala... kalutha odachukaadha. Thirumbu.."

(Okay, I won't see.. don't sprain your neck. Look here)

Smiling, I turned back, burying my face into his shoulder.

His arms tightened protectively around me as I mumbled,

"Nekku romance ellaam panna theriyaadhu... adhanaala neenga pandradha vaangindu irundhuppen"

(I don't really know how to romance and all that, so I just accept whatever you give and stay quiet)

Leaning closer to my ear, he whispered,

"Inniku maadhiriyaa?"

(Like today?)

His words and that base voice made me whine, my face flushing crimson.

He chuckled and teased,

"Yeppavume romance illayaa? Naan yedhir paaka koodaadhaa unkitta irundhu?"

(So, there will be no romance at all? Should I never expect that from you?)

Biting my lips, I lifted my face slightly to meet his gaze. His eyes flickered to my lips first before locking with mine.

His brows arched teasingly, making me smile shyly. And I lifted my hand from his collar and gestured with my thumb and forefinger, showing a small gap.

"Konjamaaa"

(A little?)

I said softly.

"Konjam dhaanaa?"

(Only a little?)

He asked, his grin widening.

I nodded.

"Aama"

(Yes)

"Okay... let's see... apro sollu"

(Then, tell me..)

He prompted with a smirk.

Smiling, I gripped his shirt collar again and started,

"Neenga... neenga aasa patta maadhiri... oru..."

(I will give a..)

My words trailed off, heat rushing to my face.

"Oru?"

(Give you a?)

He urged, tilting his head with curiosity.

I sighed, whining softly as I buried my face into the side of his neck. My fingers absentmindedly scratched the collar of his loose shirt as I muttered,

"Oru... po... pon kozhandha pethu tharuven"

(I'll give you a girl baby, just like how you wished)

"Ohh..."

He said, dragging out the word, his tone laced with teasing. Exactly as I expected.

"Appo nee aasa patta paiyan?"

(Then, what about your wish to get a boy baby?)

I shut my eyes tightly, overwhelmed by embarrassment, but he pressed further.

"Oi, sollu di..."

(Tell me..)

Inhaling his fragrance, I mumbled,

"Nekku okay dha"

(I'm okay with it)

He chuckled, resting his cheek on top of my head. Smiling with my eyes closed, I relaxed in his embrace, but then I heard him ask,

"Apro?"

(Then?)

I grinned, my smile widening as I said,

"Namma babies'laa perusaagi... avaa oru nalla position'ku vandha apro... avaalukku oru nalla partners amachu kudukanum"

(When our babies grow up and reach a good position, we should get them good partners to support them)

"Mm... love marriage accepted'ah?"

(Will you accept love marriage then?)

"Accepted dha. But adhu unmaiyaana love'ah nu check panna apro dha"

(Accepted. But only after we check if it's true love or not)

I clarified with a grin.

He chuckled.

"Apro?"

(Then?)

I frowned.

What does my grown-up kid want to hear from me now?

Pulling back slightly, I cupped his face in my hands. His eyes held mine as I said,

"Seekro indha ulagatha vittu poyirunum'nlaa nenaikka maaten. Yendha alavukku indha kannula naan yaekatha paathano... andha yaekkam konjam kooda illaama... mulusaa naan ungalukku kaatina love mattume theriyura varaikum... unga kooda, pakkathula... irundhu torture panneete dha iruppen"

(I never think of leaving this world soon. When I see these eyes filled with those yearnings... without any of those yearnings.. I'll stay by your side until the moment when these eyes are completely filled only with my love for you. I'll be with you, beside you, and torture you forever)

His lips curved into a soft smile before he chuckled and replied,

"No objections, student madam."

I laughed lightly as he leaned in and kissed my forehead.

And we stayed silent in each other's embrace, soaking in the warmth. My fingers toyed with the buttons of his loose shirt, which hung from his arm, as I gently pulled it back up to his shoulder.

But a sudden thought crossed my mind, and I lifted my face to look at him. His head leaned back against the couch's headrest, his eyes staring at the ceiling.

Carefully, I slid my hand behind his head and guided his face towards me. He frowned in curiosity, and I smiled softly before asking,

"Neenga sollunga. Naan inga vandha apro enna'laa pannuvinga?"

(You tell me. What will you do after I come here?)

His lips curled into a faint smile as he let out a deep breath.

"Naan onnu sollatumaa?"

(Shall I say something?)

He asked, his voice steady.

I blinked and nodded, humming softly. His eyes locked with mine, and he lifted his good hand-the one wrapped securely around my waist-to cup my jaw.

His thumb gently traced my cheek as he said,

"You've become my first-ever priority, Seetha"

I frowned slightly, unsure where he was going, and he continued,

"I can't make anyone or anything else, which used to be my priority before I started loving you, go back to that place. You've occupied it completely. You're my priority... in everything"

His words struck me, their sincerity melting my heart. The honesty in his gaze made my eyes glisten.

"Nee sonna'le? En kannula un kadhal mattum theriyura varaikum enna torture panneete iruppa'nu?"

(You told me, right? That you'll keep torturing me forever until my eyes reflect only your love for me)

He asked, his voice gentle yet teasing.

I blinked and nodded, and he smiled faintly, adding,

"Adhey maadhiri... namma past'le naan unna epdi'laa kashta paduthunano adhellaam nee marandhu, indha kannu'le naan unakku kaamikira love mattume enakku theriyura varaikum... naanum unna dominant panneete dha iruppen"

(In the same way... forgetting all the ways I troubled you in the past, until these eyes of yours reflect only the love I show you, I'll keep dominating you)

I raised a playful brow, biting my lips to hold back a smile. He chuckled softly and clarified,

"In a good way, of course..."

I chuckled back, but he clicked his tongue, his expression turning serious.

"Ennaachu?"

(What happened?)

I asked, concerned at the sudden shift in his face.

He sighed dramatically before saying,

"Not in a good way... in a wet way... no, no... maybe a sweaty way..."

I frowned, processing his words, and then noticed his teasing smirk and the way he bit his lip.

Realizing his mischief, I glared at him and lightly punched his chest with my fist.

He threw his head back, laughing heartily.

"Ponga!"

I whined, hitting his chest in frustration. But, still chuckling, he caught my wrist and said,

"Valikudhu, ma"

(That's painful, ma)

I twisted my lips and rolled my eyes at his dramatic tone, but before I could respond, I felt a firm pressure on my nape.

I gasped, my eyes widening as his lips met mine. The kiss was unhurried yet intense.

My lips instinctively softened and melted into his, and all I could think was how perfectly his kiss mirrored everything he made me feel-safe, cherished, and deeply loved.

When we pulled back to catch our breath, we smiled at each other, the warmth of the moment wrapping around us like a blanket.

Hugging me tightly, he whispered,

"I love you, Seetha"

I rested my head on his chest, murmuring softly,

"I love you too, professor"

He tightened his embrace, pulling me closer without hurting his arm, and I mirrored his hold.

After a few moments, I asked,

"Naan onnu kekavaa?"

(Shall I ask you something?)

He hummed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. Suppressing the goosebumps that instantly erupted, I opened my mouth to speak but froze as his phone rang, breaking the stillness of the room.

With a sigh of disappointment, I watched him over his shoulder, pick up his phone from the couch beside us. He answered the call, resting his chin on my shoulder as he said,

"Hello"

"Aayush, naan vandhuttu irukken da"

(I'm returning home, Aayush)

Came Mama's voice, clear in the silence of the power cut. The only other sounds were the soft drizzle of rain and our breathing.

"Appa... paathu car ottunga, mazha vera varudhu"

(Dad, drive safely. It's already raining)

He replied, his tone gentle yet concerned.

"Namma car veetla dha da irukku. Naan cab'le dha ponen... ippovum cab'le dha vandhuttu irukken"

(Our car is at home, da. I went by cab... and now I'm coming back by cab as well)

"Yen pa?"

(Why, dad?)

"Mazha vara maadhiri irundhadhu da. Kandippa inniku overwork'ah irukkum clinic'le nu theriyum. Car ottitu vara energy irukkaadhu'nu cab'le vandhurlaam'nu nenachen.."

(It looked like it might rain, da. I knew the clinic would definitely have overwork today. I didn't have the energy to drive the car back, so I thought I'd come by cab)

"Ohh... sollirndhaa naan vandhu kooptruppen'le, pa?"

(Ohh... if you had told me, I would've come and picked you up, pa)

"Adhellaa paravala... saaptinglaa? Seetha enga?"

(That's okay... Did you both eat? Where's Seetha?)

I smiled as Aayush sir glanced at me with a knowing look and replied,

"Irukkaa, pa. Samaikiraa..."

(She is cooking)

"Ohh! Neeyum help pannu da"

(Help her)

"Panneetu dha irukken"

(Yeah, I'm doing)

He said, brushing his lips against my shoulder.

I squirmed, blushing furiously, and Mama hummed on the other end of the call and said,

"Seri, naan appo innu oru ten minutes'le vandhiruven. Bye.."

(Okay, I'll be there in another ten minutes. Bye...)

"Bye, pa"

He replied, ending the call and tossing his phone onto the couch.

Before I could process what was happening, he scooped me up over his shoulder, eliciting a loud gasp from me.

But soon enough, I broke into a grin, playfully swaying my legs.

"Adipaavi! Oru patient thol mela yaereetu, epdi thuldra nee?"

(Wow! Look at you, enjoying yourself while lying on the patient's shoulder)

He teased me.

"Palageerchu, sir"

(I'm used to it now, sir)

I shot back, giggling.

"Ohh, apdiyaa?"

(Oh, is it?)

I hummed in response, but my amusement quickly turned into a series of gasps as his hand met my butt in a light smack.

Instantly, I whined, hitting his back continuously, but he only laughed before finally setting me down on my feet in the kitchen.

When I turned to glare at him, ready to scold, he leaned in, trapping me between him and the counter.

His arm pressed against the counter edge on one side while the corner of the counter blocked my escape on the other.

"Neenga.."

(You..)

I began, but my voice faltered as he smirked and leaned down towards me. My breath hitched, uneven and shallow, as his intoxicating scent enveloped me.

"Seetha.."

He murmured, his voice low and intimate, his warm breath brushing against my lips.

I shut my eyes, feeling the heat rise to my face. My lips parted slightly, and I stood on my toes in anticipation. His hand found my bare waist beneath my saree, and I stiffened, captivated by his touch, his scent-everything.

But before I could process the moment, he twirled me away from him, leaving me gasping in confusion.

I turned to him, but my eyes went wide and my mouth open in bewilderment. Because, there he was, casually turning on the stove, as if nothing had happened.

He reached for the pan lid above the stove, turned to me, and asked with the utmost nonchalance,

"Karandi irukkaa?"

(Do you have a ladle?)

My teeth clenched, and I glared at him, folding my arms tightly beneath my chest.

Then raising an eyebrow, I shot him an icy look.

But,

"Ennaachu, ma?"

(What happened, ma?)

He asked, feigning innocence, his lips twitching in amusement.

"Ungala..."

(Youu...)

I marched towards him with my right fist raised, but before I could land a punch, he twirled me again, pinning me in front of the stove.

His arm wrapped around my waist, holding me securely in place.

When I tried to wriggle free, saying,

"Vidunga... Vidunga, professor!"

(Leave me.. let me go, professor!)

But instead of letting go, he tightened his grip, pulling me closer. Leaning in, he murmured softly in my ear,

"Sorry, rowdy. Naan aprom kiss tharen. Ippo appa'ku samaikalaam.."

(Sorry, rowdy. I'll give you a kiss later. Now, let's cook for dad)

I blushed at his words but quickly masked it with a straight face.

"Yaarukku venum unga kiss? Thalli ponga"

(Who wants your kiss? Go away)

I chided, elbowing him lightly.

But, he stepped back with an exaggerated cry of pain,

"Ammaaa!"

Startled, I turned to find him groaning, clutching his sling-bound arm. Panic set in as I rushed to him, placing my hands on his shoulders.

"Aiyo, perumaaley! Sorry, sorry, sorry, professor. Naan marandhutten. Sorry!"

(I forgot)

But, before I could continue my apology, he silenced me with a sudden kiss on my cheek.

Stunned, I looked up at him as he smirked, blowing me a playful kiss and winking.

My cheeks burned as I pushed him away, turning back to the stove with a huff, but I couldn't hide my smile hearing his laugh.

Then, we continued cooking together, finishing everything within ten minutes. Once we were done, we set the dishes on the dining table.

Afterward, I excused myself to refresh and made a quick call to my parents to assure them I was safe and also told them to take care.

When I returned to the dining area, mama was already seated with Aayush sir.

"Yeppo mama vandhinga?"

(When did you come, mama?)

I asked, smiling as I walked towards them.

Mama turned to me with a warm smile.

"Seetha kannu, vaa vaa... utkaaru. Naan ippodhaan vandhen"

(Come on, come on.. take your seat.. I just came now)

I sat beside Aayush sir, across from mama. Then the three of us enjoyed dinner, laughing and chatting as mama shared interesting stories from his clinic.

"Appa, amma yeppo da varuvaanga?"

(When will mom and dad come, dear?)

Mama asked.

"Nalanaiku Pongal'le mama? Nalaiku kaalaama varuvaa..."

(Isn't Pongal the day after tomorrow? They will return tomorrow morning)

Mama nodded with a smile.

Then, mama and I washed the dishes together before joining Aayush sir in the living room.

Sighing, I complained,

"Enna mama, innum current varala?"

(Why hasn't the current come yet?)

"Adhaaney? Pole'le edhaavadhu prachana irukkumo? Mazha vera peiyudhu. Ippo kooptu seri pannavum mudiyaadhu"

(Yeah. Maybe there's an issue with the electricity pole. Since the rain is pouring down, it's probably not possible for the electrician to come and fix it as well)

Mama explained.

I hummed in agreement, then caught Aayush sir staring at me. Raising my eyebrows at him in question, he smiled and shook his head, looking away. I lowered my gaze, hiding my own smile.

Then, suddenly, mama suggested,

"Oru UPS vaangi podanum da, Aayush. Namma rendu perum'naa seri... Seetha vandha apro avalukku kashtamaa irukkum'le?"

(We should get a UPS, Aayush. It's fine for both of us, but when Seetha comes, she might find it difficult, right?)

"Mmm, seri pa. Nalaiku paakuren"

(Okay, pa. I'll see about that tomorrow)

Aayush sir replied.

Mama nodded, but I frowned.

"Enakku enna kashtam? Naan paatukku jolly'ah unga kooda iruppen"

(What trouble do I have? I will just happily stay with you both)

I said, shrugging my shoulders.

They both smiled, but I suddenly remembered something.

"Tablet kudukka marandhutten! Enga mama vachirukkel?"

(I forgot to give the tablet! Where did you keep that mama?)

I exclaimed. Mama replied,

"En room'le dha ma, rendu perukkume irukkum. Naan eduthuttu varen. Nee iru.."

(It's in my room, both of ours will be there. I'll take it and come. You stay here..)

I opened my mouth to protest, but seeing the dark hallway leading to his room, I smiled nervously and nodded. He ruffled my hair before heading off, leaving me in the dimly lit room with Aayush sir.

As I sat there, the memory of that night began creeping back into my mind. But, I gasped when I felt a sudden kiss on my cheek.

Turning, I found Aayush sir smiling at me. I smiled back, and he extended his good hand towards me, saying,

"Vaa.."

(Come with me)

Blinking in surprise, I placed my hand in his. He helped me up just as mama returned, holding the tablets. After handing one to Aayush sir, they both gulped them down with water.

Then, mama stretched, letting out a tired sigh.

"Naan poi thoonguren, da. Romba tired'ah irukku"

(I'm going to sleep. Feeling tired)

He announced.

Before I could respond, Aayush sir interjected,

"Appa... inniku oru naal engakooda irunga. Unga marumaga nalla bharatham aadra, nalla paatu paadraa... adhellam paaka venaamaa ungalukku?"

(Dad, stay with us tonight. Your daughter-in-law dances Bharatham beautifully and sings a lovely song. Don't you want to see all that?)

I gasped, wide-eyed, as mama exclaimed,

"Nejamavaa?"

(Really?)

"Aama, pa"

(Yes)

Aayush sir confirmed with a smile.

Mama clapped his hands together.

"Appo naan inga dha irukka poren!"

(Then I'll be staying here!)

"Ennadhu? Professor, enna pandrel?"

(What? Professor, what are you doing?)

I whispered in a low voice, whining at him. But mama asked,

"Yen Seetha? Mama'kaaga aadi kaamika maatiyaa?"

(Why Seetha? You won't perform for me?)

I forced a nervous smile, thinking to myself,

I'm definitely going to face these two excited kids forever.

Jaya ma, a big salute to you!

I couldn't help but wonder how you managed these two grown-up kids all alone, Jaya ma.

But also I'm just as excited to experience all the thrills of living under the same roof with them.

As the night unfolded, the music, laughter, and our endless chatter echoed throughout the street. The three of us immersed ourselves in the moment, sharing mischievous antics and uncontainable laughter.

But, when the current returned, mama finally insisted we all go to bed, wishing us a good night.

After a few minutes, I emerged from the restroom, drying my hands, only to find Aayush sir already lying on the bed. His arm rested beneath his head, and the duvet covered him just up to his chest, revealing a glimpse of his bare upper body.

A surge of warmth crept up my cheeks as I shyly walked towards him.

I hesitated for a moment, watching his closed eyes, and then lifted the duvet gently to slide under it. I placed my head on his bicep, which caused him to stir slightly.

"Seetha"

He murmured, his voice a soft rasp.

I hummed in response, throwing my arm over him instinctively. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer.

And a gentle kiss landed on the top of my head as he whispered,

"I love you, ma"

A tender smile curved my lips as I replied,

"Love you too"

I stared at the wall beside the bed, the smile lingering as I listened to his steady breaths.

Then, tilting my head slightly, I glanced up at his serene, sleeping face. My fingers instinctively moved to brush back the tousled strands from his forehead and caress his bearded cheek.

I straightened up a little and leaned in to press a soft kiss to the center of his forehead before quickly returning to my spot, pretending to sleep. But before I could settle in, he rolled me over effortlessly, pulling me into his arm again, from again.

"Pesaama thoongu, di"

(Sleep well)

He whispered in his hoarse, sleepy voice, his lips brushing my neck.

I blushed fiercely, hiding my face as he tightened his embrace, cocooning me in warmth.

Closing my eyes, I relished the memory of this day-spending time under the same roof, just the two of us, feeling something full of love and soulful.

And for the first time, we lay under the same duvet, in the same room, like husband and wife. A contented sigh escaped me as I drifted off to sleep, wrapped securely in his embrace.

Even though we'll sleep like this forever, wrapped in each other's arms, this moment-the very first moment-will always remain special in both my heart and his.

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TBC...

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