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Seetha

"Paapiyaa? Ini anga paapiyaa? Paapiyaa sollu..."

(Did you see? you see there hereafter? Tell me...)

I splashed water on my face from the sink tap and glared at my reflection in the mirror above it.

Frustrated, I slapped my forehead and exclaimed,

"Yen Seetha nee ipdi irukka? Avaa unna pathi enna nenappaa? Yen di ipdi irukka nee? Shooo..."

(Seetha, why are you like this? What must he be thinking about you? Why are you behaving like this? Shooo...)

Shaking my head, I sighed, closed the toilet lid, and sat on it, biting my nails.

I couldn't stop thinking about how my eyes had been wandering below his waistline recently and how my thoughts had been bordering on inappropriate. 

When did I start being like this?

"Avaa enna romba kevalamaa nenachiruppaa'le?"

(He might have thought so low of me)

But, my attention shifted to the closed bathroom door when I heard the laughter of my appa, mama, and the newest addition to the house—Maya—who carried herself as if she owned our place.

Pouting, I stood up, grabbed the towel hanging nearby, dried my hands, face and opened the door to step out.

There.. I found appa and mama deep in conversation while Maya sat on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, dressed in a sleeveless top and shorts, completely unbothered by the elders sitting in front of her. 

Shaking my head at her audacity, I pulled up another chair and settled between my two guardians. 

Leaning against appa's shoulder, I sighed softly.

"Paapa..."

(Dear kid...)

He said warmly, patting my cheek before falling silent. I smiled at mama, who ruffled my hair affectionately. 

And they continued their discussion about the real estate workers for our football ground as I sat there, feeling the comfort of their presence.

Then, slowly, thoughts of 'him' crept into my mind, making me blush instantly as I bit my lips. 

Standing up, I walked over to the table beside the bed, unplugged my phone from the charger, and sat down on the bed. 

I leaned back, stretched out my legs and typed a quick message to him,

"Dei, Aayush!"

I knew he wasn't online, but I couldn't help myself. 

He was such a disciplined, grown-up baby who never hid his online or last-seen status on social media platforms—only WhatsApp and Instagram. 

Shaking my head, I noticed his last seen was three hours ago, I smiled and opened Instagram to watch some reels. But just as I was about to scroll, something caught my attention from the corner of my eye.

Maya had climbed onto the bed beside me, pulling the duvet up to her chest. Her eyes were fixed on her phone screen with a soft smile, and she had her AirPods in. 

Rolling my eyes at her, I turned my gaze to appa and mama, who were now heading out of the room. They waved goodnight, telling me to get some rest. I smiled back at them, wished them goodnight, but my expression shifted as I heard Maya click her tongue.

She placed her phone and AirPods on the bed between us, got up, and walked over to the cupboard. Taking something from it, she headed into the restroom. 

Frowning slightly, I shrugged it off and refocused on my phone.

However, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something moving on her phone screen. Turning my head, I frowned in confusion as I saw something playing on her phone. The image on the screen seemed strange, making me squint in curiosity.

I know it's wrong to look at someone's phone without their permission, but my eyes couldn't help but widen when the woman on the ship unexpectedly fell from the top into the sea.

Achacho! 

I gasped, leaning closer to the screen, watching as the man, dressed entirely in black, peered into the water where she had fallen. Then, without hesitation, he jumped in after her. I saw them struggling against the waves. Eventually, he managed to grab hold of her and pulled her onto the back of the ship before climbing aboard himself, a smile tugged at my lips. 

He then said something to her as she coughed and gasped for air.

Intrigued, I leaned in further, captivated by the scene. The man then lifted her into his arms and carried her inside. Then the frame shifted to her lying on a bed, her eyes closed. Slowly, she opened them and scanned her surroundings. As her gaze dropped to herself, I noticed her bare shoulders and collarbone.

Maybe she's wearing an off-shoulder dress.

I thought, squinting at the screen. 

She turned to her left, seemingly speaking to someone. But before I could see if it was the man who saved her or someone else, I jerked my gaze back to my phone.

The bathroom door creaked open, and Maya emerged. 

Through the corner of my eye, I saw her walk back to the bed and lie down, resuming her casual movie-watching.

But I was left curious about what would happen next in the scene. 

Yawning fakely, I leaned back, shifting my neck to the left as if stretching, trying to catch a glimpse of her screen. 

But, Maya clicked her tongue and replayed the movie, returning to the same scene I had just watched.

That's when I noticed the title of the movie displayed at the top of the screen: 365 Days. 

365 days'ah?

I furrowed my brows, then cleared my throat and yawned again, straightening up when Maya lifted her face and looked at me.

"What?" 

She asked.

"Haan?"

I smiled, shaking my head. 

"Nothing. Nee... inga thaniyaa paduthuppiyaa? Naan enga paati room'ku pogattumaa?"

(Will you be sleeping here alone? Shall I go sleep in my grandma's room?)

She rolled her eyes, her attention already back on her phone as she murmured,

"I am not a kid!"

I stared at her for a moment, and twisted my lips. 

Then, without another word, I got off the bed, grabbing my phone, charger, pillow, and bedsheet. I left the room, closing the door behind me with a thud, muttering, 

'I am not a kid!' under my breath with a mocking face.

I walked into my grandmother's room, where she was sleeping peacefully. 

Smiling, I closed the door behind me and placed my pillow and bedsheet beside her. 

She stirred, opening her eyes slightly and smiled, asking,

"Enna kozhandha, inga vandhutta?"

(Why did you come here, child?)

"Thookam varla, paati. Nee thoongu"

(I couldn't sleep, grandma. You go back to sleep)

I smiled, gently caressing her hair, and she drifted back to sleep. 

Taking a seat on the chair beside her bed, I hummed softly, scrolling through Telegram on my phone. 

Curiosity getting the better of me, I searched for the movie she was watching. It appeared with English subtitles, and I downloaded it with a wide, excited smile.

Before settling in, I left him another message,

"I'm in Paati's room. Unga aththa ponnu mattum dha andha room'le thaniyaa irukku. Don't go looking for me there"

(I'm in grandma's room. Your aunt's daughter is the only one in that room now. Don't go looking for me there)

Grinning to myself, I smirked at how sharp my brain was, especially when it came to him.

But when I saw him still offline, I huffed in frustration and murmured, 

"Apdi enna dha panneetu irukkaaru? Thoongeetaaro?"

(What could he possibly be doing? Did he just fall asleep?)

The anger and disappointment within me grew, realizing he had gone to sleep without even wishing me good night. 

I had thought he would be ecstatic and overwhelmed with joy, knowing our two families were together under the same roof tonight for the first time. But instead, here he was, sleeping peacefully without even acknowledging my presence.

I pouted but when, I saw the movie had downloaded, I opened it to watch with a smile. At first, I watched pityfully as the hero's father was killed right before his eyes. Yawning through the scene where they were talking about something, my eyelids grew heavy, and I felt sleep creeping in.

But suddenly, my eyes shot open as eerie, slow music, the kind typically used in ghost movies, began playing. 

"Enna pei music'laa varudhu? Pei padamaa idhu?"

(Why is this ghostly music playing? Is this a horror movie?)

Gulping nervously, I paused the movie, debating with myself whether to continue or not. Eventually, I decided I'd watch it until his message arrived. I plugged in my AirPods, ensuring not to disturb my grandma's peaceful sleep, and resumed the movie, feeling intrigued by the suspenseful atmosphere.

The scene gave the impression that the woman was about to encounter a ghost. 

But then, it abruptly shifted to the hero with another woman. 

I frowned. 

The narrative jumped back to the heroine in a dark room, only to return to the hero with yet another woman. 

Then, it shifted again to the heroine.

As the scene unfolded, my eyes narrowed in confusion. But soon, my toes curled, and I bit my nail in shock when the screen transitioned to something accompanied by a romantic song, revealing a different kind of intensity. 

Realizing what was happening, I immediately paused the movie, my face heating up.

Standing up in panic, I realised, 'This is not a ghost movie!' 

I exited the movie, totally shaken, realizing I had stumbled into something completely unexpected.

At that moment, I heard my grandma murmuring, 

"Amaidhiyaa padu di. Thookatha kedukaadha"

(Be quiet, girl. Don't disturb my sleep)

Startled, I noticed the chair had fallen over due to the force with which I had stood up. I quickly placed it back in its place and, with lightning speed, closed all recent apps on my phone. Feeling utterly embarrassed, I threw my phone onto the table beside the bed and slid under the covers.

Pulling the bedsheet over me, I apologized silently to every god, my parents, my grandma, and even my soon-to-be husband for having watched something like that. 

The guilt weighed on me like I had committed some kind of sin.

Then, as I twisted and turned in bed, desperately trying to sleep to rid myself of the growing guilt, sleep seemed to escape me entirely. Only grandma's murmurs about letting her sleep echoed in the silence, doubling my frustration. 

I sighed inwardly, wondering how much time had passed since that unexpected movie encounter.

"One hour irukkumaa?" 

(Will it be an hour?)

I questioned myself, trying to estimate how long I'd been battling restlessness. Finally, with a defeated sigh, I pulled the duvet off my face and stared blankly at the ceiling.

But, I froze. 

The black outline of a figure towered above me, and my eyes widened in terror. My mouth opened to scream, but before I could, a firm palm pressed against it, silencing me. 

My eyes filled instantly with tears as a chilling memory of that encounter with the Japanese man flashed through my mind.

But then, a flicker of light from the phone illuminated the figure's face. 

My terror melted into relief as I recognized him. 

He quickly removed his hand and crouched down out of sight when we both heard my grandma murmur, 

"Yen di aadikitte irukka? Setha amaidhiyaa dha thoongen, Seetha. Thookam varlayaa?"

(Why are you moving around, girl? Just sleep quietly, Seetha. Can't you fall asleep?)

I gulped and turned to face her. 

Her kind, sleepy eyes met mine, and I smiled.

"Inga vaa, paati kitta" 

(Come here, near me)

She said softly, patting the empty space beside her.

But I shook my head and whispered, 

"Illa, paati. Nee thoongu. Naan un kaiyila paduthaa nokku valikkum. Nee thoongu"

(No, grandma. You sleep. If I lie down in your arms, your hand might ache. You sleep)

She smiled faintly, patted my head, and advised me to try sleeping slowly before turning to face the other side. 

Within moments, her soft snores filled the room.

I sighed in relief, lifted the duvet off myself, and slipped out of bed. 

My gaze darted towards the closed door of the room. Quietly, I tiptoed to the bathroom, opening the door slightly to peek inside, checking if he had hidden there. But, it was empty. 

Confused, I walked back towards the bed, wondering where he had disappeared to in just a minute. Then, I felt something ticklish brush against my right foot. I froze but quickly covered my mouth to stifle a smile. 

Slowly, I ensured grandma was still asleep before kneeling down on the floor. Leaning down, I peeked under the bed and found him there, smiling with his phone light shining on his face.

Unable to hold back my laughter, I controlled it as best I could. 

Crawling under the bed, I hugged him tight immediately. He wrapped his arms around me even tighter, pressing a kiss to my neck before murmuring, 

"I love you"

I giggled softly, and whispered back, 

"Love you too"

But when I remembered that I was mad at him for not making an effort for our love, I pushed him away abruptly. He let out a soft hiss beside me and whispered, 

"Yen di?" 

(What happened?)

I ignored him, lying straight on my back on the floor, crossing my arms beneath my chest. For a few seconds, there was complete silence, and then a dim light erupted around us. 

Tilting my head back slightly, I saw that he had leaned his phone with the torch on against the wall under the cot. Just as I turned to look at the source of the light, he seized the opportunity to press a kiss to my throat, making me squirm and push him away again.

He let out another soft hiss, slightly annoyed, and whispered, 

"Ennaachu, ma?" 

(What happened, ma?)

I twisted my lips and turned my face away from him, refusing to answer. But when I felt him pinch my lower lip with his fingers, I smacked his hand away, turning to him with my index finger raised in warning.

"Don't speak with me!" 

I snapped angrily.

But instead of backing off, he smiled and suddenly took my raised index finger entirely into his mouth.

"Chi!" 

I exclaimed, pulling my finger out with a loud pop.

But, he only chuckled, grabbing my hand by the palm and pressing a kiss to my knuckles before gently placing it on his chest, over his loose shirt with the top two buttons undone.

"Why don't I speak with you, Seetha ma?" 

He whispered, batting his eyelashes at me like an innocent child.

For a second, I felt myself starting to melt, but I quickly snapped out of it, pulling my hand out of his grip. 

Waving my thumb before his face in mock warning, I said, 

"Inniku idhellaa enkitta nadakaadhu, boss!" 

(None of this is going to work on me today, boss!)

And when he leaned in again, I pulled my hand back quickly, smirking as I saw his disappointed expression.

Yaarkitta!

(With whom!) 

I thought.

Then silence filled the air again before he softly whispered, 

"Sorry, Seetha"

Ahn, my weak point! 

He knew exactly how to get to me. 

A single 'sorry' from him was all it took to make me melt, especially when I was mad or feeling low. Because I love how he always took the initiative to apologize, even when he hadn't done anything wrong or when I wasn't even upset with him.

Such a grown-up kid he is!

My lips curved into a smile, but I pressed them together to keep up my annoyed facade. 

And as I opened my mouth to ask why he was apologizing, but before I could, he repeated,

"Sorry, ma"

I looked into his eyes, and he looked right back into mine. His gaze was warm and sincere, but before I could say anything, he raised his hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His long fingers brushed against the back of my neck and the sensitive spot behind my ear, their touch featherlight and incredibly distracting.

I knew I was losing the battle, but I quickly turned my face to the left to escape the intensity of his closeness. In doing so, his lips brushed against my shoulder, sending a jolt through me. Shivering slightly, I stretched my arm to grab his phone, using it as a shield as I pushed him away again and laid flat on my back.

He clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed, and I saw his hand hovering over my stomach, ready to grab me again. But before he could, I clicked the side button on his phone, planning to show him the messages I'd sent earlier to argue.

Instead, my eyes widened, and I gasped. 

My other hand flew to cover my open mouth as I stared at the lock screen.

It was a selfie—the one we had taken in the college lift right after sharing our first kiss.

I turned to him, my cheeks burning, only to find him smirking with that infuriating, confident look. 

Then, he bobbed his head slowly and whispered, 

"It's yours"

Yeah, it's my phone!!

I gulped, my heart racing, as I noticed the corner of his lips curling into an even more mischievous smirk. He knew he had me cornered, and I could feel the upcoming embarrassment settling in.

And...

He mustn't find out about what kind of movie I'd been watching an hour ago! 

My mind screamed at me.

But, what if he had already seen it?

Setha di, Seetha! Nee setha! 

(You're doomed, Seetha!)

I whined inwardly, but gasped again when I felt him pulling me to his side, his hand firmly gripping my waist as he turned me to face him. 

And my heart pounded wildly as his hot breath fanned over the crook of my neck. His cold lips brushed against the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine as he softly whispered,

"Seetha"

I gulped, feeling my body tense up, and shakily hummed, 

"Hmmhmm"

"What were you watching?" 

He whispered, his voice low.

My eyes snapped open and darted to the wall behind him, trying to grasp the meaning of his words before I finally said,

"I can't understand" 

I said innocently.

And he whispered again, 

"I saw you looking so nervous and curious an hour ago, staring at your phone. What were you watching, ma?"

My smile grew wider as I realized he hadn't watched it. But to be sure, I asked,

"Neenga paakala?" 

(You haven't seen it, then?)

I asked, my voice laced with fake innocence as I looked at him, curiously.

I prayed silently to my Perumaal for a miracle—for him to frown in confusion and to my relief, he furrowed his brows and asked, 

"Puriyala, ma"

(I didn't get you, ma)

I giggled in relief, finally, and soon burst into laughter. 

"HAHAHA..mm..mm.."

But before I could celebrate my small victory, he clamped a hand over my mouth and pinned me to the floor. My laughter was abruptly cut off, and my eyes widened as I heard a sudden, loud exclamation from above us,

"Perumaaneyy!"

I froze. My heart skipped a beat. Then I realized there was someone else in the room above us.

My Paarvathy!

I quickly clasped my hands over his, covering my mouth as I stared at him with wide, panicked eyes. His expression, however, remained calm and calculated. He brought the index finger of his free hand to his lips, signaling me to stay silent.

But we both froze again as the voice of my grandmother cut through the tense silence. 

"Aaru adhu sirikardhu?" 

(Who's the one laughing?)

She questioned, her tone curious but slightly annoyed.

I blinked rapidly at him, my panic growing, but he seemed completely focused, his ears tuned to the sound of her next movement or words.

"Iva enga ponaa? Seethaa!" 

(Where has she gone? Seetha!)

She called out for me, her voice growing louder, and I felt my heart hammering in my chest.

Without thinking, I clutched his hand tighter against my mouth, as though that could somehow keep us both from being discovered. 

Then, silently, I sent a desperate prayer to my Perumaal again, pleading that my grandmother shouldn't decide to get down from the bed and investigate.

The seconds stretched on like minutes, and we both remained absolutely still, holding our breaths, waiting to see what she would do next.

We both froze again when we heard her voice again, 

"Bathroom thaappaa satham kettadhey, ulla iruppaalo?" 

(I did hear the bathroom door. Is she inside?)

I turned to glare at him, but he just looked back at me with a smirk making me frown.

However, he slowly removed his hand from my mouth, but before I could do anything, I covered my own mouth with my palms, trying to muffle any sound that might escape as my eyes widened in shock, feeling his hand trail down from my neck to my chest, then my tummy.

He kept going lower, and when his palm brushed between my thighs, I instinctively clenched my tighs, staring at him with eyes as wide as saucers. But, he didn't stop, though; instead, he stretched himself further down and gently pulled up my left knee.

Then, his hand slid over my calf muscle, his touch sending shivers down my spine, before it reached my ankle. I watched, completely stunned, as he grasped the anklet around my ankle and gave it a deliberate, gentle jingle.

The soft chime echoed in the silence, and my eyes darted to his face, silently begging him to stop, but he only smirked wider, clearly enjoying the chaos he was causing.

My grandmother's shaky voice followed almost immediately, 

"Bhagavaney, enna kolusu satham ellaam kekuradhu?"

(Oh my God, why am I hearing the sound of anklets?)

My breath hitched as I stared at him, panicking. But he had no mercy. He jingled my anklet again, the sound louder this time. I bit my lip, trying to suppress the scream building inside me, praying that she wouldn't get out of bed to investigate.

"Shoo, iva vera enga ponaa'nu ther..." 

(I have no idea where she wen...)

My grandmother's voice trailed off as he jingled my anklet again. 

And we both stilled, listening to the faint rustle of bedsheets. 

Then, silence.

I glanced at him, and he looked back at me with that smile. Annoyed, I quickly removed my hands from my mouth and shoved him away, but my push was a bit too rough. My fingers accidentally grazed his eye in the dim light.

Achacho!

"Ugh.."

He groaned in pain and immediately falling onto his back, his palms clutching his eye in discomfort. Panic washed over me, and I leaned over him hurriedly. 

"Hey, are you okay?" 

I whispered, my voice tinged with worry. But before I could examine him properly, I gasped in shock as he swiftly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me over him. Then, when I protested, his lips captured mine in a sudden, passionate kiss. 

My hands instinctively pushed against his chest and shoulders, trying to free myself, but his arms tightened around me, locking me in place.

He just deepened the kiss, pouring all his love into the moment, while I squirmed against him, frustrated yet undeniably flustered. His warmth surrounded me, and I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my palms as he held me now loosely in his embrace.

Taking the cue, I gulped, still panting, and slowly pushed him away. Then, without meeting his gaze, I crawled out from beneath the bed, and my heart pounding as I caught sight of my grandmother sleeping peacefully, the duvet rising and falling with her steady breaths.

When I turned back to him, on the other side of the bed, I saw the worry etched on his face, his posture tense. But his eyes softened a little when I glanced towards the half-open bathroom door. Confusion clouded his features as he frowned, but when my gaze darted back to him, he caught on, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Before he could react, I darted into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me. Relief flooded me for a brief second—until a hand yanked me back against the cold tiled wall. I gasped, but before I could utter a word, his lips claimed mine again, a surge of love and unrestrained desire flowing through the kiss.

Pinned against the wall, I couldn't resist any longer. I kissed him back with equal fervor, our emotions entwined, an unspoken promise of love and lust binding us together. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of us lost in each other.

As I struggled to catch my breath, a faint smile tugged at my swollen lips, but a loud moan of pleasure escaped when his hand pressed firmly on my left bosom and his other hand covered my mouth, silencing me. 

My back arched instinctively against the door, my eyes squeezing shut as his lips and teeth found the sensitive spot below my ear. The heat of his kiss combined with the merciless press of his hand left me trembling, thoughts swirling about how intense our life together would be after marriage.

And I bit down on his inner palm in response, muffling the hiss that escaped me as his teeth grazed the upper curve of my chest, pulling my nightdress along with my bra straps down my shoulders. 

Then, his breath was ragged against my ear when he whispered hurriedly, 

"I can't wait to have you completely, Seetha. You know? I want to make you mine, right now"

The raw need in his voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I clenched my eyes tighter, trying to center myself. But when his hand slipped further inside my pants, I snapped back to reality. I wrestled my hands free from his grip, stopping him before things spiraled further.

His frown eased slowly, replaced by a gentle smile, and he murmured a soft apology before standing beside me. We both stared silently at the bathtub in front of us, the quiet stretching comfortably between us. 

I shook my head, corrected my dresses, amused at how easily he forgot about my period and subtly moved further in.

After a moment, he grabbed my wrist and guided us towards the tub. He checked if it was clean and dry before stepping in, sitting down with his legs stretched forward, his hands resting on the edges of the tub.

He then looked at me with a smile and gesutured for me to join him. 

Grinning, I stepped in and sat between his legs, leaning back against his chest. Wrapping his arms around my waist, his lips brushed my cheek, and I couldn't help but smile.

Turning to face him, I softly kissed the tip of his nose and said,

"Paati yelundhukaradhu'kulla neenga poganum"

(You should leave before grandma wakes up)

He just hummed, running his fingers lightly along my bare waist under my top. 

"Nalaiku inga dha Pooja nadakka pogudhu'nu pesitu irukaanga. Unakku theriyuma?" 

(They were planning to do the pooja here tomorrow. Do you know about it?)

He asked.

I nodded. 

"Yes. Appa and Mama pesitu irukkumbodhu kaetten. Aana naan vara mudiyaadhu" 

(Yes. I heard when Dad and Mama were talking. But I can't come)

I replied.

He nodded in understanding and kissed my shoulder. 

"Saree kattiko. Saamy mattum dha kumbda koodaadhu, but you can enjoy the other things, right?"

(Wear a saree. You shouldn't join in the prayers, but you can enjoy the other things, right?)

I chuckled at his words, pinching his cheek. 

"Okay, professor" 

I said playfully.

He clicked his tongue. 

"Mch, yeppo nee indha 'professor' nu koopudradhukku mutri pulli vakka pora?"

(Mch, when are you going to stop calling me 'professor'?)

Giggling, I asked, 

"Pinna epdi koopudradhu sir ungala?"

(Then how should I call you, sir?)

"Hmm... Aayush'nu koopdu" 

(Call me Aayush)

He suggested with a slight smile.

But, I smirked. 

"Enga oorla'laa vayasula periyavaala peru solli koopda koodadhu"

(In our home town, we shouldn't call older people by their names) 

I teased, raising my brows dramatically, tilting my face to look at him.

His eyebrows shot up. 

"So? Naan palaya aalu'nu indirect'ah soldriya?"

(So? Are you indirectly saying me an old person?)

I chuckled softly, my laughter muffled. 

"Idha vida direct'ah solla mudiyadhu, Aayush kanna" 

(This can't be said any more directly, my dear Aayush)

I replied cheekily, pinching his cheeks before turning away.

In response, he hugged me from behind, his teeth grazing my shoulder in playful revenge. I hissed at the sting, nudging him away, but he only tightened his grip, burying his face in the curve of my neck. 

"Nalaiku unakku inga yedhuvum vela kudukka maataanga'le?"

(Tomorrow, they won't give you any work here, right?)

He whispered.

I thought for a moment and nodded. 

"Yes. Periods illaama irundhirundhaa, Amma vela kuduthey en bend'eh kalateerpa"

(Yes. If I wasn't on my period, Mom would have given me work for sure)

He chuckled, the vibrations of his chest warm against my back. 

"Appo, namma nalaiku oru edathukku polaam"

(Then, we can go somewhere tomorrow)

I frowned slightly, twisting the ring on his finger absentmindedly. 

"Edathukkaa? Enga?" 

(Somewhere? But where?)

I asked curiously.

"Surprise"

He said, his voice muffled against the crook of my neck.

I turned in his arms, squinting at him. 

"Yeppo porom?" 

(When are we leaving?)

I questioned, leaning away slightly as he tried to kiss me. Because, as I turned, our lips were left just a few inches apart.

He straightened up, throwing his head back to rest on the edge of the tub, and replied,

"12:30?" 

I thought for a moment before nodding. 

"Okay" 

I agreed, then smiled asking, 

"Nekku, andha review session postponed aanadhum nalladhu dha'le? Illanaa semma kaduppula sutheetu irundhiruppen"

(For me, isn't it good that the review session got postponed? Otherwise, I would have been really frustrated)

He chuckled, shaking his head, then straightened up before asking,

"Review'le enna kaduppu unakku?"

(What frustration do you have just for the review?)

"Aama. Adhula edhaadhu thappa nadandhirundhaa, adhaye nenachuttu irukkanum. Also, nekku bayam vandhaa flow adhigam aagum. Yethana dhadava change pandradhu. Sheiii" 

(Yeah. If something went wrong during that, I would just keep thinking about it. Also, if I get scared, the flow speeds up. I'd have to change it multiple times. Sheii!)

I sulked and he chuckled softly, pinching my chin and shaking my face gently from left to right saying, 

"Cute ah di nee"

But I huffed, pushing his hand away. 

"Evlo kashtam theriyumo? Periods'laa aaru kandu pudichaa?"

(Do you know how bad it is? Who even discovered periods?)

He smiled warmly, leaning in to kiss my eyes, and pulled me against his chest. 

"Forget it. Thoongu"

(Sleep) 

He whispered.

I smiled, snuggling into his embrace, but a thought lingered. Pulling back slightly, I looked at him and asked, 

"Aama, neenga yen en messages edhuvume paakala? Nekku inniku evlo overwhelming 'ah irundhadhu theriyuma? Namma family onnaa, orey roof-le irukkardhu nenachu... Naan neenga enkooda andha happiness share pannuvel'nu nenachen. Aana, neenga en messages kooda paakala" 

(Yeah, why don't you check my messages? Do you know how overwhelming I've been today? Thinking that our whole family is together under one roof... I thought you would share that happiness with me. But you didn't even check my messages)

I complained, pouting.

He clicked his tongue. 

"Mch, sorry ma. Naan paatharam kaluveetu irundhen. Kitchen'laa clean panneetu varadhukkey time aayiduchu. Irundhaalum, naan vandhu paathen. But nee dha phone'le..."

(Mch, sorry ma. I was caught up with washing the vessels. Cleaning them took much longer than I expected. I did come to check on you, but you were the one on your pho..)

Before he could finish, I cut him off, asking,

"Paatharam velakeetu irundhey'laa? Thaniyaa'vaa? Enna kooptu irundhirukalaam'le?"

(Were you alone washing the vessels? All by yourself? You should've called me)

He smiled, shaking his head and replied, 

"Thaniyaa'laa illa. Un amma kooda dha"

(Not alone. I was with your mother)

I stared at him, my eyes wide in surprise. 

"En amma kooda?"

(With my mother?)

He nodded with a small smile. 

"Yes"

"Wow! Naan adha paaka mudiyaama pochey" 

(I wasn't able to watch that)

I muttered, feeling a pang of regret. I could have stepped out right after changing my pad in the restroom. 

Witnessing that overwhelming scene with my own eyes would've been priceless.

I cursed my luck silently, and he tried to cheer me up asking,

"Seri, what were you watching?"

I gulped and turned away, but a sudden sting of pain in my abdomen made me wince. 

He noticed immediately, his hand reaching for my arm. 

"Hey, what happened?"

"Vayiru valikardhu" 

(My stomach hurts)

I admitted softly.

"Romba valikudhaa? Shall I get something for you?" 

(Is it really painful? Shall I get something for you?)

He asked, his concern etched on his face.

I took a deep breath and shook my head. 

"Adhella venaam" 

(No need)

I reassured him.

"Are you sure? Inga paaru. Enna paaru" 

He said, leaning closer to examine me. 

His expression grew more concerned as I met his gaze, exhausted and with a pained expression.

"Alright. Just go and sleep in the bed. Nalaiku paakalaam. Naan oru loosu unna inga padukka vachu peseetu irukken. Come on, get up" 

(Alright. Just go and sleep on the bed. We can talk tomorrow. I'm a fool for making you lie here and talk. Come on, get up)

He said gently, getting up from the tub. He then helped me stand and added, 

"Get changed. Naan room'ku poren. Yedhaadhu venumnaa call pannu. Okay?"

(Get changed. I'll go to the room. Call me if you need anything. Okay?)

I smiled and nodded, feeling grateful.

He smiled back, leaning down to kiss my forehead before pressing our foreheads together. 

"Wish I could take half your pain for myself" 

He whispered sincerely.

But I shook my head and replied softly, 

"I would never wish for that. En Ambadayan thaangikka maataa.."

(I would never wish for that. My husband wouldn't tolerate it...)

He frowned slightly, though a small smile lingered. I stood on my toes and kissed his jawline, and he let out a soft laugh before stepping out to give me privacy. But, not before he planted another kiss on my lips and forehead, his care evident in every small gesture.

Then I slept peacefully after using the washroom, typing him a good night message, and receiving one back with a kissing emoji. 

The next morning came very quickly. 

I found myself draping a light lavender-colored tissue saree around me while my grandmother and aunt were doing their hair, standing near the bed.

"Seetha dha dhooram aageetaa. Illanaa innum kala kalappaa irundhirukkum" 

(Seetha got her periods. If not, the festival would have been even more joyful)

My aunt said, her words making me pout. The thought of not being able to pray to the deity during this Pongal due to my periods left a lump in my throat.

But a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Aaru, saamy?" 

(Who is that?)

Grandma called out.

"Paati, naan dha Aayush. Aththa ungala kooptaanga" 

(Grandma, this is Aayush. Aunt asked for you)

His voice came from outside. 

An instant smile spread across my face at the sound of his voice and how he referred to my mother as aththai.

"Varom, maapla. Irungo" 

(We'll come, maapla. Wait)

My aunt replied, and I hurriedly pinned my saree pleats into my waist, taking the pallu pleats into my hand.

But then, the sound of the door unlocking froze me in place. 

I looked up, and there he was, standing at the door. 

Our eyes met, and we both gulped awkwardly. 

I quickly covered myself with my saree, silently cursing my brainless grandma.

"Paatiiiii!" 

(Grandma!)

I hissed, gritting my teeth.

She clicked her tongue and turned to me, asking,

"Enna di?"

(What?)

"Loosu! Naan dress change panneendu irukken! Nokku kannu theriyardhaa illayaa?" 

(Fool! I am changing my dress! Can't you see?)

I scolded her, glancing back to see him turning away, scratching his brow.

But my grandma, unfazed, hissed back at me, 

"Aaru di iva! Un purushan aaga poravan dhane? Ennamo kaanadhadha kanda maadhiri kathindu irukkaa!"

(Who are you, girl? Is he the one who's going to be your husband? Shouting like he's seen something he's never seen before!)

Kaanadhadha kanda maadhiriyaa?

(He's seen something he's never seen before'huh?) 

Seriously, when did he see me?

I facepalmed, muttering to myself, before rushing into the bathroom. Behind me, I heard her ask him, 

"Polaamaa da, kozhandha? Un aththa kooptaa'nu sonniye?"

(Shall we go, kid? Didn't you say your aunt called for me?)

Slamming the door shut, I let out a frustrated groan, only to hear my aunt's voice echoing from the other side of the door.

"Bhagavaaney, medhuvaa dha saathen di. Kadhavu odanjira poradhu!"

(Oh my God, what a sound it is! Shut the door slowly, girl. Don't break it!)

"Odaiyattum, maami! Nee pesaadha!" 

(Let it break, aunt! You don't speak!)

I shouted back, annoyed.

"Pei puduchirukku ma un pethi'ku" 

(Your grand-daughter has become possessed, it seems)

I heard her murmur to my grandmother.

"Ava ennaikku apdi pei pudikaadha maadhiri nadandhirukkaa? Nee vaa, pa. Namma polaa. Avala kooptu vaa nee" 

(When has she ever not behaved like she's possessed? You come, child. Let's go. You, bring her along)

My grandmother shot back, dismissing her concerns.

Huffing in irritation, I fixed my pallu pleats and came out of the bathroom, ready to pin it. 

Just as I was about to finish putting on my jewelries after draping the saree, my aunt called out to me,

"Seetha!"

"Aahn" 

I replied, my tone still laced with frustration.

"Naan veliya poren. Pooja mudinjadhum, naane unna vandhu koopudren. Apro vaa, seriyaa?"

(I'm going out. After the pooja is done, I'll come to get you there. Then you can come. Okay?)

Her words shocked me as I asked,

"Maami, pinna yedhukku enna ippove ready aaga sonnel?"

(Aunt, then why did you ask me to get ready now?)

"Naan venaam nu dha di sonnen. Un paati dha kekkala. Seri, nee ready aagi iru. Adhukulla pooja mudunjirum" 

(I told her, but your grandma didn't listen to me. Fine, get ready. The pooja will be over by the time you're done)

She said casually before leaving the room, ignoring my protests.

I stood there, exasperated. 

"But, I'm already ready!" 

I muttered to myself.

Sighing, I sat down on the bed with a thud, my eyes tearing up again as the sound of temple bells and pooja chants filled the air, outside the room.

But my eyes narrowed, and I quickly wiped my tears when I heard the door lock twisting. 

To my surprise, there.. came my best friend Kamali with Charan, both smiling wide. 

My lips curved into a same wide smile upon seeing them, and I stood up from the bed to give Kamali a tight hug.

But, suddenly, I felt a hold on my wrist and I was pulled away from Kamali. 

I turned to my left to see Charan, who was smiling nervously.

"Mch, yen Charan ipdi pandra?"

(Why are you doing like this, Charan?) 

Kamali hissed at him, while I shot him a glare.

Charan released our wrists, raised his hands in surrender, and said, 

"My dear ladies, naan ungala pirikanum'nu nenaikala. Believe me!" 

(I didn't intend to separate you two. Believe me!)

"Appo yen da ippo enga kaiya puduchu ilutha?" 

(Then why did you grab our hands and pull us apart?) 

We asked in chorus.

He gasped dramatically, palming his mouth, and said, 

"Aatha magamaagigalaa, idha mattum andha aalu kettaaru'nu vachukko. Avlodhaaa!" 

(Oh ladies, if he hears this, that's all!)

We frowned, looking at each other, and asked again in chorus, 

"Yendha aalu?" 

(Which 'he'?)

"Un aathukaarar dha" 

(Your husband!)

He said, pointing at me.

My nose flared in anger, and I gave him a tight smack on his shoulder, making him wince in pain and shout, 

"Aah! Maami yen di adikira?" 

(Ah! Why are you hitting me, girl?)

I glared at him and said, 

"Pinna enna da? Andhaalu indhaalu ngra? Avaa un professor nyaabagathula vachukko" 

(What else should I do? Stop saying he or that guy! Keep him in your mind as just your professor!)

He rolled his eyes, still rubbing the spot where I hit him, and said, 

"Adhu mudunju poi romba maasam aachu. Ippo un avaa enakku professor illa, naanum avarukku student illa" 

(It's been months since all that ended. Now he is not my professor, nor am I his student)

I frowned and asked, 

"Pinna ennadhu?" 

(Then what is it?)

"Naan avarukku annan..." 

(I am his elder brother...)

"Aahhh!" 

And he yelled in pain as I smacked him again.

Glaring at me, he continued, 

"Maathi solten di. Romba dha adikira? Naan avarukku thambi, avaru enakku annan'nu solla vandhen" 

(I misspoke, girl! Why are you hitting me so much? I came here to say I am his younger brother, and he is my elder brother)

I nodded thoughtfully, 

"Ohhh"

And heard Kamali say, 

"Aama"

(Yeah)

But I squinted my eyes at her as she grinned and said, 

"Avanukku mattum dha annan. Enakku illa" 

(He's a brother only for him. Not for me)

I raised my brows at her. 

"Enna?" 

(What?)

She asked. 

"Annan illanaa, avaa aaru nokku?" 

(If not a brother, then who is he for you?) 

I asked her.

She grinned wide and gently pushed my cheek with her fisted palm, saying shyly while biting her little finger, 

"Chi, podi. Adha naan epdi en vaayaala solluven?" 

(Oh, get lost, girl. How can I say that out loud?)

My glare intensified, and I gripped her braided hair's edge and pulled it, making her yell in pain.

"Enna panna ippo nee? Enna panna? Vekka pattiyaa? Aahn? Enna panna? Soll..." 

(What did you do now? What did you do? Are you feeling shy? Huh? What did you do? Tell me...)

"Seetha!" 

A strong, familiar voice interrupted me, making me stop and release her hair.

I turned to find him standing there, giving us a squinted, confused look. 

He then walked inside towards us, standing between Kamali and Charan and in front of me.

And he looked at me, but I twisted my lips and turned my face away from him, tying my hands beneath my chest. 

He didn't even come to check on me and performed the pooja without me. 

I huffed and heard him ask Kamali, 

"Ennaachu da? Yen rendu perum sanda pottutu irukkinga?" 

(What happened? Why are you both fighting?)

"Naan onnume seiyala. Unga soon-to-be wife dha romba yerinju vilaraaa" 

(I didn't do anything. Your soon-to-be wife is just overreacting and yelling) 

She exclaimed, complaining about me to him.

I turned and glared at her, but she grabbed his hand and tried to hide behind him, making me glare more. 

Immediately, I pulled her away from my man and said, 

"Anga enga yereete pora? Thalli nikka mudiyaadho?" 

(Where are you going so close to him? Can't you stand aside?)

She twisted her lips and stood beside me annoyingly. 

I glared at her but squinted my eyes and pushed away the hand that pulled my nose. 

When I turned to the front, I saw him smiling at me, but I pouted at him.

He chuckled, followed by Kamali and Charan, and I frowned at them. 

I then felt Kamali's hand around my shoulder as she kissed my cheek and said, 

"Seriyaana kova kaari dha maami nee. Enga professor unmaiyaa paavam dha" 

(You're truly such a hot-tempered girl. Honestly, our professor is innocent)

I looked at her and then back at him, who said, 

"Adhellaa illa ma. Indha vaaram mattum dha. Ini seri aayiduvaa'nu nenaikiren" 

(It's nothing like that, ma. It's just for this week. I think she will get better after that)

"Nenaikirelaa?" 

(You think?) 

I asked him. He sighed.

"Hey, enna ippo unakku? Naanga moonu perum pooja kooda attend pannaama inga vandhaa, engalaye nee katheetu irukka?" 

(What's wrong with you? We three left the pooja and rushed here. But, you're shouting at us?) 

He asked me.

I froze and looked at Charan, who smiled at me while standing beside him. Then I looked at Kamali, who grinned at me and pinched my nose. I pouted at her and hugged her, saying,

"Sorry"

But she said, 

"Aludhudaadha, maami. Un makeup ellaam yerkanave poiduchu. Apro en makeup'uhm poidum" 

(Don't cry, girl. Your makeup is already ruined, and then mine will also be gone)

I whined and hugged her tightly around her neck. She chuckled, hugged me back around my waist and shoulders, caressing my hair and patting my back. That made my eyes well up, realizing their love for me.

"Sorryyy" 

I said again, and she sighed.

"It's okay, bro. Chill. Ellaam palakka pattadhu dhane?" 

(It was all just for fun, right?)

I pulled back, sniffing, and went to hug Charan sideways. He patted my arm, saying, 

"Seri seri romba scene podaadha, maami" 

(Alright, alright, don't create too much drama, girl)

I hit him on his bicep and looked at Aayush sir. 

He raised his brows casually, shoving his hands inside his pants pockets. 

I walked towards him, stood in front of him, and hugged him around his neck, standing on my toes.

But when he didn't hug me back, I pulled back and squinted my eyes at him. 

He bit his lips and looked at me mischievously.

I frowned and tried to get his left hand out of his pants pocket, but he didn't let me and moved backward and sideward. I followed him, trying to get his hand out while shaking him, and he laughed hard, throwing his other hand in the air.

That made me smile, and I continued trying to pull his hand out, admiring his laughter and his happy face. 

I acted, as if I was trying really hard, just so he wouldn't stop his heartfelt laugh.

But then we heard, "Aayush!" from outside the room.

I understood it was mama's voice calling him, and we stopped, smiled as we looked forward to see Charan and Kamali standing there with their phones, capturing us. 

They saved the recording, and Kamali cracked her knuckles, saying, 

"Kannu mattum patrave koodaadhu" 

(The evil eye alone shouldn't touch you guys)

The three of us chuckled at her. 

He hugged me around my shoulder, pulling me to his chest. I wrapped my one arm around his waist and placed my other hand on his stomach. We smiled at them before we emerged from the room to join the others.

And when they continued to walk even after we reached the living room, I squeezed his hand, and he bent down to my height instantly, making me smile. 

I whispered, 

"Enga Pongal vachirukkaa?" 

(Where is the Pongal takes place?)

He looked at me and said, 

"Veliya, ma. Yen unakku theriyaadhaa?" 

(Outside. Don't you know?)

I shook my head and replied, 

"Illaye. Naan paakave illa. Naan ippodha en room'le irundhey veliya varen. Apro eppadi nekku theriyum?"

 (No, I didn't see it. I've been in my room till now and just came outside. So how would I know?)

Then before he could answer, I caught my pallu from behind in my hand and huffed, saying,

"Enkitta enna seiya poraa'nu kooda aarume sollala. Poojai'ku dhane nikka koodaadhu? Enna enna seiya poraa'nu kooda solla maataalaa?" 

(No one even told me what they're going to do. I shouldn't be standing for the Pooja? Won't anyone tell me what they do?)

I looked at him, and he stared at me without speaking, so I continued, 

"Amma've kooda vidungo. Nethu raathiri enkooda dhane mama'uhm, appa'uhm irundhaa? Appo kooda rendu perum enkitta sollala? Yen? Naan poi kekuren paarungo" 

(Leave mom. Wasn't mama and dad with me last night? Even then, neither of them told me? Why? Let me go and ask them)

I took steps forward to move outside angrily to ask them why they didn't tell me anything. 

But I squealed in shock and wriggled my legs in the air when I was lifted off from the floor, and before I could react, I was twirled with his one arm around my waist, making me laugh out loud.

He then placed me back on my feet and shushed me, pinching my cheek and whispering, 

"Shh. Kovakaari. Amaidhiyaa vaa di" 

(Shh. Come quietly, darling)

I giggled, held his hand, and he tightened his hold on mine with a smile as we walked out to see everyone. 

Mama was the first one who turned and smiled at us, gesturing to Aayush sir to come forward. But he shook his head, gestured back that he would stay here, and showed him our intertwined hands.

I smiled at mama, and he smiled back, nodding his head before turning to concentrate on the Pooja. I then looked up at him, who averted his gaze back to me and threw me an air kiss. I grinned and turned to the front, only to be welcomed by my amma's anna—my other mama—who said, 

"Munnaadi vandhu nillunga, maapla" 

(Come stand in the front, young man)

There, everyone's gaze fell on us.

He replied, 

"Illa... irukkattum. I'll stay here" 

(No, it's fine. I'll stay here)

But my mom started this time, 

"Vaanga, maapla. Neenga illaama epdi? Vaanga, munnaadi vandhu nillunga" 

(Come, Aayush. How can it happen without you? Come and stand in the front)

I tried to leave his hand to make him go, but he tightened his hold and opened his mouth to deny again. However, he stopped when my mama said, 

"Vaa, Aayush. Ellaarum koopudraanga paaru" 

(Come, Aayush. See, everyone is calling you)

I saw him nod halfheartedly at them and look down at me. I smiled at him, blinking my eyes, and let him go. He left my hand and walked down the three entrance steps, standing beside his father near the last step without going all the way to the front, making it look like he had taken part in the Pooja while still giving me company.

I smiled, leaned against the doorframe inside the house at the entrance away from the Pooja, and admired him.

He wore a light blue shirt with rolled-up sleeves and black pants, his thick, well-groomed beard complementing his neatly styled medium-length hair. As the pooja progressed with the mantras, I noticed his hands clasped together, absorbed in the ritual. The murmur of the pongal flowing from the pot reached my ears, and I peeked over to catch a glimpse. To my delight, the pongal had already flowed eastward, and the joy on everyone's faces was more. 

It made me smile, and as I turned to him, he met my gaze with a smile of his own. I mirrored his gesture, returning the smile warmly.

After the Pooja, I sat beside him with everyone else, and we all enjoyed the Pongal, which was absolutely delicious. I couldn't help but savor it.

I licked my lips and glanced at him, raising my brows as if to ask, "How is it?" He noticed my gesture and briefly looked at my lips. 

A frown appeared on my face but when he suddenly traced my lower lip with his thumb, then casually licked his finger and turned forward as if nothing had happened, my eyes widened in surprise.

I quickly glanced around at everyone else, who were all engrossed in their conversation—except Kamali, who caught my gaze with widened eyes. 

Blushing deeply, I bite my lower lip in embarrassment. Then, trying to hide my flustered state, I leaned back on the couch behind him, grinning like a fool. 

Achacho!

Afterward, we had lunch, which consisted of sambar, rasam, curd, rice, appalam and, of course, Pongal—truly traditional fare. 

I wasn't fond of sambar, so I felt frustrated inside but continued eating for the sake of it. However, my attention was diverted when he leaned slightly towards my ear and whispered,

"We'll be leaving at 12:15" 

I looked at him, shocked, scrunching my face and rolling my eyes as I pointed toward the others. He just smiled and winked at me before going back to his meal, leaving me confused about how he planned to convince my parents, relatives, and, most importantly, my grandmother. 

Even Amma might approve, but this Paarvathy is not one to give in so easily.

I thought, glancing at my grandma, who was already staring at me. 

I quickly averted my gaze and continued eating, without giving her another glance.

Since I wasn't enjoying the food, I ended up being the last one to finish. The others were gathered on the couches in the hall, chatting amongst themselves, when I noticed Kamali heading towards me. I flashed her a smile and hurried to the kitchen to wash my plate. As I was washing, I frowned when I realized Kamali hadn't followed me. 

Shrugging it off, I placed the washed plate on the rack and turned to leave the kitchen. Just then, Amma called out from the living room, 

"Seetha!"

I frowned, then shouted back, 

"Aahn. Varen ma" 

(Coming, mom)

I walked into the living room and saw everyone sitting on the couches—except Kamali and Charan. 

Confused, I sat next to Appa, and before I could ask Amma why she called me, Appa spoke,

"Seetha, maapla unna engayo kooptu poganumaam. Nee poitu vandhuru. Romba tholla kudukaadha paapa. Seriyaa?" 

(Seetha, maapla wants to take you somewhere. You go and come back. Don't give him too much trouble, dear. Okay?)

His words left me in shock but before I could even respond,

"Aama, Seetha. Tholla yedhuvum kudukaadha. Anga Inga'nu odeetu irukaadha. Apro, maapla soldradha kettu nadandhukko" 

(Yes, Seetha. Don't cause any trouble. Don't keep running here and there. And listen to what maapla says and behave accordingly)

Amma advised me. I frowned even more, but then turned to Paarvathy, who called me, 

"Seetha. Maapla manasu konaadha padi nadandhukko. Avaa enna kettaalum pannanu. Enna sonnaalum kaettu samathaa nadandhukanum. Purunjadhaa?"

(Seetha, make sure not to upset maapla. Whatever he asks, you should do it. Whatever he says, you must listen and behave properly. Got it?)

Those words, 

Maapla manasu konaadha padi nadandhukko!

(Make sure not to upset maapla!) 

Made my heart skip a beat, as I knew where I had heard them before. 

My mind went blank, and I found myself gripping my pallu over my lap, not knowing how to respond or react. 

I was speechless when I heard, 

"Seetha" 

I jerked and turned to see Mama smiling at me. He said, 

"Edhaadhu pudikalanaa modhalaye avankitta solleeru. Avan unakku pudikaadhadhu edhuvum panna maataan dhaa. Irundhaalum, enna naalum ippove maraikaama solleeru seriya?"

(If there's anything you don't like, tell him upfront. He won't do anything you're uncomfortable with. Even so, whatever it is, make sure to tell him openly right now, okay?)

I was completely confused. 

What on Saturn is happening here? 

Bhagavan'ukku dha velicham.

(Only god knows) 

I thought, standing up and following Aayush sir after giving everyone a last nod and smile. 

He strides confidently ahead of me, his pace quick, as if heading to achieve something incredibly important in his life.

Aiyoo, ivaa enna Olympic'le Cup adikka pora maadhiri poraa? 

(Why is he walking like he's going to win a trophy in the Olympics?)

I wondered. 

Oruvela adhuvaa irukkumo? 

(Could it be that?)

My mind raced with thoughts about the things he hadn't fully explained to me yet.

I shook my head and thought, 

Chey chey apdilaa irukkaadhu.

(No, no... nothing like that at all!)

Mama had said something like that too,

Unakku pudikaadha vishyam yedhuvum avan seiya maataan.

(He won't do anything you're uncomfortable with) 

I smiled, but then wondered, 

Oruvela enakke pudikka vachu.. edhaadhu panna vachuttaa? Oruvela...

(But what if he makes me like it and gets me to do it? What if?)

But, I was stopped mid-thought when I heard him call, 

"Seetha"

"Haan?" 

I lifted my face to look at him. He smiled and gestured something with his eyes. I narrowed my brows, following his gaze to see the car, with the door open, waiting for me. My heart skipped a beat. I gulped, looked at him, and then hurried inside as he raised his brows, silently urging me.

He closed the door and, through the front mirror, I saw him walk to the other side. And I quickly averted my gaze when he sat in the driver's seat, and a sudden awkwardness washed over me. 

I felt shy, nervous, and anticipatory, all at once.

When the journey fell into a quiet lull for a few minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer. I turned to look at him, ready to ask where we were heading. But just as I opened my mouth, his phone rang. 

He glanced at me, raising his brows. But, I quickly shook my head and averted my gaze from him. 

Why do I always end up confused or awkward whenever he drives us somewhere? 

I wondered, frustration and curiosity swirling in my mind.

I heard him speaking over the phone, 

"Five minutes. Haan. Illa, no need. Yep" 

His tone was completely formal. 

I narrowed my brows, fidgeting with the pallu on my lap while sneaking glances at him through the corner of my eye. He placed his phone back on the dashboard, and I jerked slightly when he cleared his throat. Blinking, I turned my attention to the window, assuming it was just an actual throat clearing.

But then, his voice broke through my thoughts, 

"Enga porom'nu kaekka maatiyaa, ma?"

(Aren't you going to ask 'Where are we going?', ma?)

A smile crept onto my lips, and when I turned to him, he was already smiling back at me. 

Finally, I took a deep breath and asked, 

"Prof.."

"Call me Aayush. Illanaa nee enkitta pesa venaa" 

(Call me Aayush. Otherwise, you don't need to talk to me)

He cut me off, his tone firm and almost commanding.

I froze, staring at him in shock. 

And he wasn't joking—his expression was completely serious, leaving me momentarily speechless.

How could I take his name? 

Every time I'd used his name, it was either in a joke or during a serious situation. 

But now, it felt... casual. Completely casual. How could I call my professor by his name? 

A sudden blush crept over my face, and I lowered my gaze, murmuring, 

"Ippo enna panradhu?"

(What should I do now?)

But I was caught off guard when he replied, 

"Just call me by my name. Adhu podhum"

(That's enough)

He heard me? 

I sighed inwardly, turning to him and asking hesitantly, 

"Naan professor'ne koopudrane?"

(Why shouldn't I just call you professor?)

His brows narrowed slightly, though his eyes stayed on the road. 

He then glanced at me for a second before focusing back ahead, one hand smoothly rotating the steering wheel as he asked, 

"Yen?"

(Why?)

Yen? 

(Why?)

What could I possibly say to that? 

I pressed my lips together, unsure of how to respond.

He continued, 

"Peru solli koopudradhu naala enna ippo?"

(What's the big deal in calling me by my name now?)

I pressed my lips tighter, feeling the weight of his question, but before I could think of an answer, he asked again, 

"Are you uncomfortable or what?"

He glanced at me briefly, his expression curious. And I shook my head immediately, denying.

He squinted his brows slightly, turning back to focus on the road. 

I bit my lip, silently wondering, 

How do I even explain this? I'm not uncomfortable or anything... just timid.

Then he fell silent. 

So, determined to get his attention, I reached out and poked his bicep, but he didn't even flinch, his focus glued to the road. I pouted, feeling slightly ignored, and scratched his bicep with my nail, hoping that would do the trick—but no, still nothing.

Sighing in defeat, I opened my mouth to call him, but before I could, he grabbed my wrist gently and guided it to the gear. His hand settled over mine, firm and warm, as he operated the gear with my hand. The force and control made my breath hitch, and I lifted my gaze to look at him.

A smirk played at the corner of his lips, subtle but undeniably teasing. My cheeks burned, and I quickly shifted in my seat. Giving up, I leaned onto his shoulder, letting myself relax in the quiet warmth between us.

I felt him tilt his head slightly, his cheek resting gently on top of mine. 

His closeness sent a flutter through my chest as I finally asked, 

"Enga porom?"

(Where are we going?)

"Surprise. Sonnan'le?" 

(Surprise. Didn't I say?)

He replied.

I hummed softly, the curiosity in me simmering down as I snuggled closer into him, letting the moment wrap around us.

As we continued our conversation about the Pongal celebration, he suddenly asked, 

"Saree kattiko'nu dhaane sonnen?" 

(Didn't I tell you to wear a saree?)

I frowned, resting my chin on his shoulder, and replied, 

"Saree dhaane kattiruken?" 

(I am wearing a saree, aren't I?)

But he just smiled, making me frown even more. 

"Enna sirichittu irukkel? Ennaachu? Naan saree'la nannaa illaayaa? Indha saree nekku azhaga illaayaa?" 

(Why are you smiling? What happened? Don't I look good in this saree? Or does this saree itself not look good?)

I loosened my hold on his elbow, trying to get an answer.

But before I could say more, he halted the car abruptly. 

Frowning, I turned to see why he stopped, but my words got stuck in my throat. 

My saree near my right bosom and waist grazed softly as his hands adjusted it—one hand carefully covering my bosom and the other securing the pleats at my waist.

I stunned, wide-eyed, as he looked straight into my eyes and asked, whispering, 

"Saree kattirukkiyaa? Illa unakku'nu senjirukkiyaa?" 

(Are you wearing the saree properly? or did you made it just for yourself?)

I couldn't respond. 

He is flirting !

Aiyoooo!!!

His palm gently cradled my waist over the saree while his other hand tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"Avlo azhaga irukka, ma" 

(You look beautiful, my dear) 

He said softly, his voice laced with affection.

My cheeks flushed bright red, and I lowered my gaze. 

But when he leaned in and kissed my forehead, my heart melted.

"I love you" 

He whispered. 

I smiled at him, wrapping my arms around his neck without worrying about my saree getting crumpled or misplaced. 

He hugged me back tightly, pulling me closer, and kissed my neck as I whispered back, 

"Love you too..."

Then, grazing my lips over his ear shell, I added softly, 

"Aayush"

But the moment his grip on my waist tightened, a rush of heat flooded my face, and I blushed deeply, gently pushing him away. I quickly opened the door, stepped out of the car, and noticed my saree had crumpled. 

Turning towards the window, I adjusted the fabric by lifting it above my navel and carefully corrected the pleats near my chest.

But then I stopped, quickly turning forward in embarrassment when I realized the window was still open slightly—and worse, he was watching me from inside.

"You're a complete fool, Seetha" 

I murmured, scolding myself under my breath.

Hearing the sound of his door closing, I lowered my gaze, clicking my tongue at my embarrassed actions in front of him.

He came around to stand beside me, clearing his throat as he rolled up his sleeves, making me blush even harder.

He then took my hand in his and whispered with a teasing smirk, 

"That was hot!"

I wriggled my hand in his grip, trying to pull away, but he tightened his hold. Blushing deeply, I bit my lips.

Nokku suthamaa arivey illa di, Seetha.

(Seetha, you have absolutely no sense, do you?)

I scolded myself for being so careless, and I heard him chuckle beside me. 

I lifted my face and pouted at him.

He clicked his tongue playfully and said, 

"It's okay. Naan dhaane?" 

(It's okay. It's me, isn't it?)

I squinted my eyes at him and whined, 

"Irundhaalum. Naan adha yosikave illa. Eppavum pola seri pannanum'nu mattum dha yosichen" 

(Still, I didn't think about that. Like always, I only thought about fixing things properly)

He smiled, leaning slightly toward my face, and said, 

"Seri ipdi en munnaadi sinungaadha, ma. Apro kadhava saathi car laye kudumbam nadatheera poren" 

(Alright, but don't whine around like this in front of me, dear. Otherwise, I'll just close the car door and start a family right here)

I widened my eyes at his words and asked, 

"Haan?"

"Enna haan? Eppo paaru adhey nenappu. Nada... apdiye seiya vittutaalum" 

(What do you mean, huh? You're always thinking the same thing. Go ahead... as if you'd let me do whatever I wanted)

He murmured the last part, nudging my cheek with his fist.

Twisting my lips, blushing, I pushed him by his bicep, and he raised his brows at me.

I smirked mischievously, and he smirked back. 

Then, unexpectedly, he nudged me with his bicep. 

I stumbled, nearly falling, but he caught my wrist and pulled me back to him, laughing.

I hit his chest lightly as he continued to laugh. 

"Seri, seri, sorry vaa..." 

(Okay, okay, sorry. Come here...)

I chuckled, walking alongside him, not knowing where we were headed. 

It didn't matter to me because, in that moment, I only wanted to be with him.

Whenever he was beside me, holding my hand, smiling and laughing, I felt my every emotion come alive—blushing, squirming, a mix of anger and happiness. 

And I expressed them all without any hesitation or discomfort.

That made me yearn suddenly for something deeper—a real married life with him.

I wanted him as my husband, not just my fiancé or soon-to-be husband. 

And I felt a deep need to have him as my lovable husband, my anbulla ambadayan.

(My beloved protector)

But when I saw him lifting my face, I noticed him smiling widely at something in front of us. That made me frown, and I shifted my gaze forward. My eyes widened, and I frowned even more upon seeing Mr. Raman and Mr. Vedha standing. 

Behind them was a vast, lush green area, covered in the Ooty mist.

I instantly turned my head to him, lifting my face up. He looked down at me, gave me a soft smile, intertwined our fingers, and continued walking forward.

There.. I was caught between happiness and confusion. 

He had mentioned it as a surprise, so my mind was overwhelmed with happy thoughts. 

But at the same time, I kept reminding myself not to get too excited before knowing the facts.

Perumaaley naan nenaikardhaa irukka koodaadhaa?

(Oh Lord, could it be the one I'm thinking of?)

I yearned for a positive response as we neared them. 

Aayush... 

Aayush shook hands with them, and I greeted them with a nod.

"Vaanga, vaanga..." 

(Welcome, welcome...)

Aayush asked, 

"Ellaam ready dhane anna?" 

(Everything's ready, right, bro?)

Anna? 

(Bro?)

I frowned, wondering who had earned the title of "brother" from my man.

And I saw Mr. Raman nodding and replying, 

"Aama, pa. Neenga vandhinga'na sign potu start panneerlaam" 

(Yes, bro. We can sign and get started)

That made my breath hitch. 

I silently followed him inside the cabin, my mind swirling with confusion, anticipation, and overwhelming emotions.

But as he signed the documents on the table near the land, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the open field. 

The significance of the moment hit me hard, and before he could say anything else, I reached out and caught his wrist with my other hand.

"Aayush" 

I called, my voice laced with emotion.

He stopped mid-turn and looked back at me, his face etched with concern. 

"Enna ma?" 

(What is it, ma?)

He asked softly, his eyes scanning mine for a hint of what I was feeling. 

"Enna nadakudhu inga?" 

(What's happening here?)

I whispered, and I felt my tears spilling out without even realizing it. 

"Hey" 

He reached out and wiped my tears from my cheeks. Just then, I heard Mr. Raman say, 

"Aayush"

He glanced at him, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, waiting for an answer.

"Take your time" 

Mr. Raman said. 

As I felt them both stepping away to give us some privacy, I quickly hid myself in his embrace.

"Naan nenaikardhudha'nu sollunga" 

(Tell me what I'm thinking is right)

I whispered.

His chest shook with a chuckle, and he asked, 

"Nee enna nenaikira'nu enakku epdi ma theriyum?" 

(How would I know what you're thinking, ma?)

"Naan serious'ah kekuren, sollu" 

(I'm asking seriously, tell me)

I demanded.

He took a deep breath, leaning towards my ear, tightening his hold around my shoulders, and whispered, 

"It's going to be ours!"

I pulled back and looked at him, asking, 

"Puriyala?" 

(I didn't get you?)

He smiled and said, 

"Idhu nammaloda edam, ma" 

(This land is ours, ma)

I stared at him, and he continued, 

"Nee sign potaa mattum dha" 

(Only after you sign the documents)

I chuckled through the tears and asked, 

"Epdi?" 

(How?)

He cupped my face in his hand, wiped my tears, and asked, 

"Epdinaa? Un purushan avlo worth illa'nu nenaikiriyaa? Pesi vaangeera maatenaa?" 

(How, huh? Are you thinking your husband isn't worth to make it? I won't have the guts to make the land ours?)

I clicked my tongue and asked, 

"Don't play around, professor. Sollunga. Epdi kedachadhu?" 

(Don't play around, professor. Tell me. How did this happen?)

He cupped my face firmly and said, 

"Quick'ah short aah sollatumaa?" 

(Shall I say it quickly, in short?)

I chuckled and nodded eagerly.

He smiled and started saying, 

"Indha place Mr. Raman oda uncle, Mr. Vedha odadhu" 

(This place is with Mr. Raman's uncle, Mr. Vedha's)

I frowned, and he continued, 

"Yes. Idhu romba naal vachirundhirukkaaru pola. Yedho build pannanum'nu nenachu vaangeerkaaru. I'm not sure about the reason, but due to his health issues, he had to stop the project or something" 

(Yes. It looks like it has been lying unused for a long time. He wanted to build something here but couldn't. I'm not sure about the reason, but due to his health issues, they had to stop the project or something)

And I asked, 

"Old land'ah idhu appo?" 

(Is this an old land then?)

"Yeah, but romba fresh dha. Idhula yedhuvum five to six years'ah use pannala" 

(Yeah, but it's really fresh. Nothing has been used here for about five to six years)

"Evlo varsham?" 

(How many years?)

"Five to six years"

"Ohh."

"So, naan Mr. Raman idha pathi enkitta sollumbodhu, recent'ah dha avanga uncle, Mr. Vedha'ku indha land'eh oru good cause-related projects'ku kudukanum'nu nenachuttu irukkaaru'nu sonnaaru. I asked Mr. Raman if I should try asking Mr. Vedha about it, and he said, 'Well, try.' So, I tried, and told him it's our dream, and naraya chinna pasanga'le, irundhu periyavanga varaikum irukka ellaaroda football dreams'uhm indha land'le irundhu niraiverum'nu. It took him two days to think, and I had to annoy him a lot as well. But finally, here we are.. he agreed to help us start our dream and help others fulfill theirs too" 

(So, when I spoke to Mr. Raman about this, recently, his uncle, Mr. Vedha, was thinking about giving this land for a good cause-related project. I asked Mr. Raman if I should try asking Mr. Vedha about it, and he said, 'Well, try.' So, I tried, and told him it's our dream, and that from little kids to adults, everyone's football dreams could come true on this land. It took him two days to think, and I had to pester him a lot as well. But finally, here we are.. he agreed to help us start our dream and help others fulfill theirs too)

He explained softly, and a wide smile grew upon my lips.

"Appo indha land ennoda professor odadhaa?" 

(So, is this land my professor's then?) 

I asked eagerly, teasing him with pride, but he shook his head, making me frown. 

He said,

"Student madam sign potaa dha enakke indha land'eh tharuvo'nu soltaanga. So.." 

(If the student madam signs, then only they'll give me this land. So..)

He left my cheek and lifted his hand, holding a pen, gesturing me to sign. 

But, I took a step back, getting out of his embrace, and crossed my arms beneath my chest, saying, 

"Ohh. Then, you must need to plead your student, sirrr.."

His brows twisted up in amusement, and he smirked before asking, 

"Alright, madam. But, how?"

I frowned at him, and he asked, adding,

"How did you want me to please you, student madam?"

The octave of his voice went low, and I suppressed my smile, goosebumps erupting on me as I said,

"It's pleading me. Not pleasing me, Mr."

"Oh, I am sorry. Then... how did you expect me to plead you, Ms.?"

I tightened my arms beneath my chest and said, 

"Please Seetha, please Seetha'nu ten times sollanum"

(You have to say 'Please, Seetha' ten times)

He bit his lower lip, his eyebrows raised, and turned his head to the side, nodding before turning back to me and saying, 

"Okay. On your command, madam"

Then he continued, 

"You may have to take a count then"

I twisted my lips and said, 

"Adhu engalukku theriyum" 

(I know that)

He smirked, took a deep breath, and started, 

"Please, Seetha"

I suppressed my smile.

"One"

"Please, Seetha"

I smiled. 

"Two"

"Please Seetha"

"Three" 

I counted and pressed my lips together.

He tied his hands behind him, continuing, 

"Please Seetha"

"Four"

"Please Seetha"

"Five"

"Please Seetha"

"Six"

"Please Seetha"

His right leg stepped forward, and I took my left foot backward.

"Seven"

"Please Seetha"

He took two steps forward, and I stepped backward, chuckling, 

"Eight"

"Please Seetha"

He lifted his hand to catch my wrist, but I hurriedly took a step back, laughing, 

"Haha, nine"

"Please..."

He quickly yanked me towards him, holding my waist, making me gasp and he whispered, 

"Please, di en thangam. Sign podu, di" 

(Please, my darling. Sign it, di)

I laughed out loud, and he chuckled staring at me with a smile, but I stopped laughing and closed my eyes as I felt his hot breath on my lips. 

I parted my lips slightly, anticipating a kiss from him, but he brushed his lips softly on mine and asked, 

"Do you have any idea about what you've just done?"

I gulped and shivered as his finger grazed the backside of my waist in slow motion. 

He whispered, 

"Babe"

And I hummed in his spell.

"Hmm"

"You're counting quite well" 

He said.

I fisted my hands over his chest as he continued, 

"So, let me appreciate this talent of my student in a completely new way soon"

He whispered in his baritone.

Opening my eyes, I looked at him as he released his hold on me, stepping back with a smirk. 

I wondered what the exact meaning of his words was, but I knew I was caught up in something. 

I felt like whining for the dig of ground I had created for myself, but I was jerked back to reality when I heard, 

"Seetha!"

I turned to see my parents, relatives, Mama, Kamali, Charan, Yuvan, and Elango Anna, Mr. Vedha and Mr. Raman standing there, watching us with smiles. 

I was shocked.

I turned to look at him, and he smiled at me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. 

We both smiled at everyone, realising everything was a plan, and then I signed the documents, feeling overwhelmed as I silently prayed for all the good things to come to my man.

And I looked up at him once I signed, but I blushed when my friends hooted for us. He chuckled, still wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

After the formal greetings, informal conversations with my friends, their teasing, our smiles, Aayush sir's warning tone to make them shut their mouths, and the elders' advice to take this step as a huge responsibility and make it work well, we received their blessings to succeed in our work and be healthy. 

And, Elangovan anna headed to his home town saying there's an emergency.

We also received an amount from the elders as a Pongal blessing before heading back home.

I'm not sure how much I received from each, as I gave everything to him and my father, not having a purse or bag with me.

I was seated beside him in the passenger seat of the car while my friends were jammed together in the backseat, hissing at me, making me laugh.

"Nee mattum nannaa utkaandhukko, maami. Vandhenu vai.." 

(You alone, sit comfortably, maami. Don't show off..) 

Yuvan hissed at me.

I laughed even more.

"Apro, anna? Enga maami epdi? Edhaavadhu thaerumaa?" 

(So, bro? How is our maami? Did she have any knowledge?)

I turned and glared at Charan, but he didn't even look at me. 

And I saw them all waiting for Aayush sir to say something about me. I glanced at him, and he hummed thoughtfully, meeting my gaze. 

"Enna soldradhu? Nalladhaa sollatumaa?" 

(What did you want me to say? Should I say something good?)

I raised my brows at him, amused. He chuckled before taking my hand in his and said, 

"En uyir, da" 

(She is my life, man)

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!" 

I blushed hard and told them to shut their mouths. 

"Heyy, amaidhiyaa irungo!" 

(Hey, stay quiet!)

When did he become this open to talk like this?

I wondered, smiling.

Then, Kamali asked, 

"Seri, surprise epdi irundhadhu? Onnume sollala nee?" 

(So, how was the surprise? You didn't say anything)

I smiled and said, 

"En uy..." 

(My life...)

"Ippo nee mattum en uyir kudutha surprise, nekku epdi pudikkaama pogum'nu sonna'nu vai kondruven unna.."

(If you say something like it was the surprise of my life and ask how I could not feel happy, I swear Ill kill you..) 

Charan hissed at me.

I grinned sheepishly and said, 

"Nekku onnume theriyaadhu. Ellaarum romba build-up pannaanga. Naan ennamo avaru nekku yedho solli kudukka poraaru'nu nenachen" 

(I honestly didn't know anything. Everyone made such a big deal out of it. I thought he was going to teach me something)

I managed to roll my eyes and avert my gaze away from him when they went between his thighs again. I shut my eyes and scolded myself. 

Control your eyes, Seetha. 

But I heard him clear his throat, and Kamali asked, 

"Nee enna nenacha?" 

(What did you think?)

I turned to her, gulped, and controlled my eyes from wandering over him and said,

"Adhu... yedhuvum nenaikala. Aana kudutha build-up'ku romba mokkaiyaa, edhaadhu panneerpaaru'nu nenachen" 

(That... I didn't think anything. But for all the build-up, I thought he would do something silly)

I looked at him teasingly, and he smiled casually at me, making me frown. 

But, I quickly diverted Kamali's questions towards the task-related matters. 

"Appo yeppo dha review irukkum namakku?" 

(So, when will the review be for us?)

"Pongal apro schedule pannuvaanga'nu nenikiren" 

(I think they'll schedule it after Pongal) 

She replied.

I hummed thoughtfully.

Soon, Yuvan reached his stop, got out of the car, and we drove away, bidding him goodbye.

When it was time for Charan and Kamali to leave, Charan leaned his head inside through my side of the window and said,

"Enga annana nallaa paathukko, maami. Avaru kannula irundhu naanga aanandha kanneer'eh mattum dha paakanu" 

(Take care of our brother, maami. We should only sees happy tears in his eyes)

Aayush sir leaned in towards my side and smacked the top of Charan's head with his palm, saying, 

"Nee andha Elango kooda saendhu enna yemaathuna kadan onnu baaki irukku da thambi. Crime rate yereete pogudhu. Nyaabagam vachukko" 

(You know, there's a debt because you tricked me with Elango over something. Crime rates are going up. Keep that in mind)

He warned him sternly, and Charan straightened up, laughed at him fakely and waved his hands in mock surrender. 

"Sandhoshamaa irunga!" 

(Stay happy both of you!) 

I laughed at him.

Aayush sir chuckled, and then, waving back at them, we bid our goodbyes as we drove off.

I was smiling ear to ear, feeling so happy as I reminisced about the moments of fun and joy. I chuckled and turned to Aayush sir, whose gaze was focused on the road, to tell him about Charan, but paused when he called my name,

"Seetha"

I smiled and asked, 

"Haan?" 

(Yes?)

He averted his gaze from the road to me and asked, 

"Do you want to know about my penis?"

My smile disappeared, and my eyes and mouth went wide in utter shock as I gasped, completely taken aback by his words.

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TBC..

Epdi irundhuchu?

I can completely relate to everyone's love for these two characters, Aayush and Seetha. Because, I felt a sudden wave of emotion when I heard the lyrics of the song Vizhiyil Un Vizhiyil, especially the lines,

"En kanavuku
Kanavugal nee
Vanthu koduthaai"

These words perfectly resonate with their bond. They are just.. 🤌🏻😫💜

Ini yeppo indha paata kettaalum ivanga dha nyaabagam varuvaangale. I'm already hearing it on loop, by the way 🚶🏻‍♀️

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