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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, muted glow across the room. The sky was overcast, thick with dark clouds, hinting at the rain that could fall at any moment. It was one of those gloomy September mornings in Chennai, where the air felt fresh but heavy, carrying the scent of damp earth from the previous night's drizzle. The cool breeze slipped in through the slightly open window, making everything feel quieter, as though the city itself was waiting for the storm to arrive.

Humming a random song, Tamizh draped herself in the beautiful silk maroon saree. The rich, elegant border shimmered as the light caught it, and the fabric clung to her curves in just the right way, making her look effortlessly divine.

It had been days since Ram and Meera had left after the confrontation. Time had seemed to fast-forward, with the blur of daily life taking over. But amid the rush, a quiet worry tugged at Tamizh's heart. Her sister, Meera, had been distant lately, avoiding their usual closeness with clipped conversations and fleeting glances. It was clear that Meera was still upset, still processing the fact that Tamizh had hidden her relationship with Prabhu for four long years.

Tamizh had come to realise that she had unknowingly hurt her sister's feelings because both of them have been more than just sisters- they were almost like close friends and never hid things from each other. It was something that they followed from their childhood,Meera the older one yet she always told Tamizh about even the most complicated things to get the right suggestions and advice from her little sister or if not for any advice at least to feel light she would often open up to Tamizh and vice versa. 

Tamizh could understand why Meera felt betrayed now, but at the same time,Tamizh knew everyone had their reasons for doing things. And for her, keeping the relationship private was never meant to harm her sister's feelings but to keep her away from the unnecessary worries. But now, She wanted to talk to Meera, to explain and make things right, but Prabhu had gently advised her to give it some time. Talking about it now, with emotions still running high, might overwhelm her sister. Waiting for things to cool down felt like the right choice to her even if the distance between them weighed heavily on Tamizh's heart. She would wait, give Meera the space she needed, and hope that time would heal the rift between them.

It was already 8:30 AM, and she still had her hair and makeup to finish. Her movements were hurried but practised, every tuck and fold of the saree smooth and deliberate. She could hear the clock ticking, reminding her of the wedding they had to attend—one of their mutual friend was getting married today, and they were already running a little behind.

For jewellery, she picked a simple yet elegant gold necklace that rested lightly against her collarbone and paired it with small jhumkis that swayed softly with each movement. She decided to leave her hair in a half ponytail, remembering Prabhu's promise that he would buy her jasmine flowers on the way to the marriage hall.

She stood in front of the dressing table, quickly applying her makeup with precision. As she picked up the eyeliner, her eyes flickered to the mirror, catching the reflection of Prabhu walking into the room. He had just showered, his hair already dried and set, wearing a maroon shirt that matched her saree and a crisp white veshti. He had kept his look simple, just like hers, and yet there was something undeniably attractive about the way he carried himself. His branded watch rested on his wrist, and on the other, he wore a silver kappu(a bangle-like bracelet for men) that she had gifted him on their third anniversary. He had rolled up his sleeves, revealing his forearms, where veins ran along the length of his hands, a sight that always made Tamizh's heart flutter.

Prabhu walked in with that casual confidence, his eyes immediately drawn to Tamizh. He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over her from head to toe. She looked ethereal, draped in the maroon saree, her brown skin glowing, her posture poised.

He recalled just yesterday how she had been complaining about a tiny pimple that had popped up on her cheek and forehead. She had lamented that she only seemed to get pimples when there was a function to attend, while on ordinary days, her skin would be as flawless as water. Her frustration had made him laugh, but he had watched as she diligently applied remedies to make the pimples disappear. This morning, the size of the pimple had reduced, yet it was still faintly visible. And it only made Prabhu admire the rawness of her beauty.

She looked so divine that Prabhu couldn't help but wonder if this was the same woman who often drove him wild with her seduction, effortlessly awakening the most sinful thoughts about her in his mind. She had a way of leaving him on the edge, torturing him with temptation, only to walk away as playful revenge for something mischievous he had done before. 

He let out a long sigh, shaking his head lightly as he tapped his chest. as if he was assuring his over exicted heart that, 'Calm down buddy, she is yors, after all'

His heart raced in a way that made him feel both amused and overwhelmed. 

Prabhu walked over to her quietly, but Tamizh, ever aware of his presence, caught sight of him in the mirror. She was nearly done with her makeup—just a touch of lipstick left—when she felt him come up behind her. His arms circled around her waist, the warmth of his hands sending shivers down her spine as they rested lightly on her bare midriff where the saree's pallu was draped loosely. A small gasp escaped her lips at the sudden contact, and she raised her eyebrows at him through the mirror.

Prabhu rested his chin on her shoulder, staring dreamily at her reflection. His eyes softened, and he sighed, his breath warm against her ear.

"You're giving me major wife vibes now," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "Draped in a saree, getting ready in our bedroom... this is exactly what I imagined witnessing every morning after waking up, once i'm married to you."

Tamizh smiled, a playful glint in her eyes as she slid bangles onto her wrists. "Ahaan, so men also imagines fake scenarios ? I thought it was just something that we women do."

Prabhu chuckled, placing a quick kiss on her shoulder before meeting her gaze in the mirror again. "I don't know about other men, but i have been doing that since the moment i met you.....infact including you in those countless fake scenrios i creat in my head is the best part of the daydraming" he admitted, his eyes twinkling.

Intrigued, and knowing she was playing with fire, Tamizh asked, "So, what else do you daydream about us?"

She knew it was a dangerous question, one that could easily derail their morning plans of attending their friend's wedding and lead them back into the bedroom. But curiosity got the better of her, and a part of her wanted to hear what he had to say.

Prabhu's grin turned wicked in an instant. In one swift movement, he spun her around, his hands gently but firmly pushing her back against the wall. 

The suddenness of his actions left her breathless, and she barely had time to react before he was in her personal space, towering over her with his hands on either side of her waist, trapping her between him and the wall.

His eyes locked onto hers, dark and intense. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered something  that made her eyes widen in shock and amusment.

Whatever he said was enough to have her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson.

"Chee poda!" she laughed, pushing him away with a playful shove, trying to hide her blushing face.

Prabhu only winked at her, his grin wide and smug.

He caught her wrist and pulled her back against him, her body colliding with his chest. His arms wrapped around her tightly, and for a moment, he just held her there, their bodies pressed together. His hand came up to cup her cheek, and he leaned in, his lips hovering dangerously close to hers.

"Just a kiss, I promise" he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Tamizh raised her finger to his lips, gently stopping him. "No," she murmured softly, "don't ruin my lipstick now."

Prabhu groaned in frustration, rolling his eyes before giving in and pressing a quick kiss to the corner of her lips, just enough to make her smile.

He released her, running a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to keep his composure.

"Let's go before I change my mind and lock us in here to do what I said in your ears" he muttered, grabbing his phone and car keys.

Tamizh nodded, reaching for her purse. But just as they were about to leave, she turned to him, her lips curving into a playful smile. "Hey, tell me... how do I look?"

She stood there, adjusting her hair one last time, her eyes bright with anticipation. Prabhu paused, taking a step back to get a proper look at her, his gaze travelling slowly from her head to her toes, admiring every little detail.

After a moment, he didn't say anything. Instead, he simply said, "Wait here."

Confused, Tamizh watched as he marched out of the room. She stood there, checking her reflection in the mirror, wondering what he was up to. A minute later, Prabhu returned, holding something small in his hand.

Without a word, he came up to her and gently opened the small wooden box.

"Here," he said softly, as he took a pinch of vermilion powder and applied it just above the bindi she had carefully placed between her brows. The bright maroon powder adored her forehead with a simple and small line, and some of it scattered onto her nose.

Prabhu leaned in, blowing softly on her nose to clear the excess powder, causing her to laugh. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied grin.

"Now you look perfectly Mine," he said, his voice filled with pride and possessiveness.

Tamizh's heart fluttered at his words. She smiled up at him, her eyes softening with love.

Few seconds later, They walked to the door, locking the apartment behind them, a sense of contentment settling over them.

As they made their way to the car, Prabhu leaned in with a smirk. "You know, if we're late to this wedding, I'm blaming your makeup session."

Tamizh rolled her eyes playfully. "Says the man who stopped to give me a makeover with vermillion!"

He chuckled as they got into the car. "What can I say? I wanted to make sure everyone knows you're mine."

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As the evening slid into night, they finally made their way back home from the wedding. It had been an unexpectedly late departure. Their old college friends had been there, and amidst the joy, nostalgia, and shared laughter, time slipped by faster than they had anticipated. The sky had darkened, and as they left, a torrential downpour greeted them. The rain was relentless, and they both got drenched by the time they reached the car.

Prabhu glanced over at Tamizh as he drove. She sat beside him, shivering slightly despite the car's AC turned off. The rain lashed against the windshield, making the streetlights streak across their view. Her wet saree clung to her body, emphasising every curve, and her hair was plastered to her shoulders, creating a portrait of natural, soaked beauty.

When they finally reached the apartment, Prabhu parked quickly and they hurried inside. Tamizh went straight to their bedroom, seeking warmth and comfort. Prabhu, meanwhile, made sure to secure their home, locking the door and dropping the car keys, their phones, and his wallet on the dining table, ensuring none of their belongings were drenched. He switched on the lights in the hallway, his damp shirt clinging to him as he tried to shake off the chill from the rain.

He intended to grab a fresh set of clothes for himself and walked inside their bedroom while unbuttoning his shirt , but when he entered their bedroom, he was momentarily irritated by the darkness as The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow from the hallway. As he flipped the switch to turn on the light he was stunned to see the sight in front of him.

Tamizh was standing in front of the cupboard, her saree in disarray. The fabric was soaked and heavy, part of it draped on the floor while the rest barely covered her body. The blouse she wore had become almost translucent, clinging to her skin. Her makeup, which had once been pristine, was now smudged, giving her an unintentional yet strikingly sensual look. The once-clear lines of her eyeliner and lipstick had blurred with the rain, creating a raw, natural beauty that left Prabhu breathless.

Her damp hair was splayed across her shoulders, droplets of water trickling down her neck and back. She was struggling with the safety pin on her pallu that was attached to the blouse, her fingers fumbling with the stubborn clasp.

Her jewellery had been removed and laid neatly on the table, alongside the worn jasmine flowers he had bought for her on the way to marriage hall.

As she fiddled with the pin, part of her saree had fallen away, leaving her upper body partially exposed. The sight of her, so vulnerable and yet so captivating, made Prabhu's heart race. His gaze travelled over her exposed skin, tracing the lines of her collarbone and the subtle curve of her chest.

"Prabhu, help me with this pin," she murmured, frustration evident in her voice, but she was still absorbed in her task, not noticing the effect she had on him.

He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. His eyes roamed over her, taking in every detail—the way the fabric of her saree clung to her curves, the tantalising hint of her blouse barely covering her breasts lines, and the smooth line of her waist. The sight was both mesmerising and tempting.

"Prabhu," she repeated, her voice tinged with desperation, snapping him out of his reverie.

He stepped forward, his hand trembling slightly as he closed the distance between them. His eyes darkened with desire as they roamed over her, taking in the sight of her partially undressed figure. She finally looked up at him in the mirror and stilled. The moment their eyes met, her breath hitched. His gaze was intense, smouldering with an unspoken need that made her heart race. She could feel it—the thick, heady tension between them.

Her fingers stilled on the safety pin, and the air grew heavier. The rain outside beat rhythmically against the windows, but inside, it was the pounding of their hearts that filled the space.

He stood just inches from her now, towering over her, his chest rising and falling with his deep breaths. His hands hovered near her shoulder, and without breaking eye contact, he gently unclipped the safety pin that had been causing her so much frustration. The moment the pin was released, her pallu slipped from her body and pooled on the floor, leaving her in just her blouse and petticoat.

Prabhu's breath hitched as he took in the sight. She looked both vulnerable and incredibly alluring. Her makeup was smeared, giving her a raw, unfiltered beauty that was undeniably captivating. The rain had left her skin glistening, and the sight of her, so exposed and unguarded, made his blood run hot.

Tamizh's pulse quickened. She hadn't realised how exposed she was until now. Despite the coolness of the room. His gaze moved from her face down her neck to her chest, and she could feel the heat of his stare, sending waves of shyness and excitement through her.

The cool air hit her skin, and she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, feeling vulnerable under his heated gaze.But when she tried to hide, Prabhu stepped even closer, looking deep into her eyes.

"Let me..." he whispered, his voice soft but filled with a raw, unspoken need.

She couldn't speak, her throat dry, her mind spinning. His touch was gentle, but his eyes held a fierce intensity that made her feel both shy and bold at the same time. He was so close now that she could feel the warmth radiating off him, despite the cool, damp clothes clinging to his body.

"Prabhu..." she whispered, her voice trembling, but he cut her off by stepping even closer, his breath hot against her skin.

"Please," he murmured softly, his voice a plea wrapped in desire.

Her resistance melted under the desire of that word.

Slowly, she let her arms fall to her sides, exposing herself fully to him. She felt her heart pounding in her chest as his eyes travelled from her face down her neck, to the delicate line of her collarbone, and further down to her chest. His breath hitched as he took her in, and she could feel the heat rising between them.

She looked away as suddenly felt too shy to face him and her breath came in quick, shallow bursts. But he wasn't gentle this time.

His desire had reached a tipping point, and the need to have her—to feel her, taste her—overpowered any sense of restraint

His hands found the back of her neck, pulling her in, and before she could catch her breath, his lips crashed against hers.

The kiss was urgent, hungry, a release of everything he had been holding back.

His lips moved against hers with a raw lust and though she tried to keep up with his pace, she was overwhelmed.

He was everywhere at once—his hands gripping her waist, pulling her closer, his mouth demanding more, his body pressing against hers, leaving no space between them.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the curve of her lips, claiming her in every way. His hands roamed her waist, tracing the lines of her body, and she felt goosebumps rise on her skin under his touch. She gasped into the kiss as his fingers danced along her hips, sending electric shivers through her.

His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer, and he guided her back until her back hit the cold wall. The sudden chill against her skin made her gasp, but the heat of his body pressed against hers quickly chased it away. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fervour that left her reeling. His hands roamed her waist, tracing patterns that sent goosebumps across her skin.

The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, the combination of the rain outside and the heat between them creating a heady, electrifying atmosphere.

He reluctantly pulled away from her lips, his breath ragged and warm against her damp skin. His lips moved down to her neck, where he captured the smooth expanse with a fervour that bordered on desperate.

He kissed and sucked, marking her skin intensely with hungry strokes. Tamizh shut her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations, her body trembling under his touch. Every kiss was a wet, sloppy caress that made it difficult for her to contain the moans that slipped from her lips.

As he continued his passionate exploration, his kisses moved from her collarbone down to her chest, eventually reaching the valley of her breasts. Her head leaned back against the cold wall, her neck arched to give him better access to her most sensitive spots. The contrast between the chill of the wall and the heat of his body made the experience all the more intense, creating an intoxicating blend of pleasure and vulnerability.

His tongue traced every inch of her neck, as if he was starving for years and now she was his feast.

Tamizh felt like she was losing herself in him, her body responding eagerly to his every touch. Just when she thought he might be done, she opened her eyes and met his intense, lustful gaze. His eyes were dark, filled with a raw desire that made her heart race even faster.

He whispered slowly, his voice a low, seductive murmur, "Will you grant me your permission?"

Confusion and shyness mingled in her expression, and she swallowed hard, trying to process his words.

Her voice wavered as she asked, "To do what?"

He looked at her with an intensity that made her breath catch, his reply coming with a raw edge of longing, "To do you."