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Seetha

I should have told him everything, at least by turning myself invisible!

He had already been through so much. But in that situation, I couldn't even go to his house or his room to explain what had happened—because of Sanvik and Maya. Maya was still staying there, making it impossible. I was completely trapped.

I knew that a mere apology wouldn't be enough to lighten the weight in my heart, not after realizing that my words had caused his heartbreak.

And I even cried the whole night, feeling guilty for hurting him. But I couldn't explain anything.

More than anything, I wanted to understand why those two wicked people were doing this to us. Why did they want to speak about my man as if he were something low? What was the reason behind all this?

But now, after telling him everything, I feel a little lighter—being in his embrace, feeling his comforting kisses, hearing his reassuring words. Most of all, seeing his smile and the playful mischief in his eyes fills my heart with immense relief.

I wish I could keep apologizing to him all day, but he wouldn't let me—because that's just how much he loves me.

These past two days have made one thing clear—he fell for me harder than I ever did for him.

And...

I am the one who is truly blessed to have him.

I love him with every beat of my heart, yet his love for me runs deeper than the oceans and wider than the skies.

But now, I couldn't understand why he's slapping his own forehead like this over my small doubt.

What's the big deal about it?

I wrapped my palms around his bicep and tried to pull him back, whining,

"Aayush. Enna pandrel? Inga paarungo"

(Aayush. What are you doing? Look here)

Finally, he sat leaning back and looked at me, heaving a sigh and said,

"Nee inniku enga veetukku vandhuru"

(You stay with me today, in my house)

I frowned and asked,

"Purila?"

(I didn't get you?)

He sighed again and replied,

"I have... no... I must educate you. You're becoming more innocent. Edhaavadhu puriyudhaa unakku? You've shared our private moment with a stranger. Yaarum ipdi panna maataanga Seetha, except you"

(Do you understand anything? No one would do this, Seetha, except you)

His tone was harsh.

I released my grip on his bicep and turned away, gulping. Meanwhile, he sat silently beside me without even glancing at my side for once.

Then, as we reached our stop, he noticed me wiping away my tears with my hands. Yet, without a word, he stood up, took my wrist, and pulled me along.

Following his lead, we stepped off the bus and walked towards our houses in silence.

"You're staying with me, tonight"

He said—informed again.

I just nodded, lowering my head without looking at him, feeling more vulnerable. I knew I had made a huge mistake. No one else would ever do something like that.

Once we reached near my house, he suddenly stopped, and I stopped along with him, staying beside him, still lowering my gaze. I felt him take out his phone and dial someone.

"Hello, mama"

I heard him say.

I panicked.

Is he going to tell my dad about what I did?

But I felt him pull me under the shelter of a nearby shop, keeping us out of the rain and heard him speaking on the phone,

"Aama, mama. Rendu perum dha irukko. Illa mama safe'ah dha irukkaa"

(Yes, mama. Both of us are here. No, mama, we're safe)

I gulped, feeling his gaze on me, and continued to look at his grip on my wrist while gripping my bag strap, with my other hand.

And he continued talking,

"Illa. Manjoor bus namma pona street'laye nirutheetaanga, mama, adhanaala angaye yeranga vendiyadhaa pochu. Mazha vera peiyudhu... Mm. Aama, mama"

(No, the bus stopped at the street next to ours, mama, and that's why we had to get off there. The rain's getting worse... Yes)

He paused, then said,

"Adhaa enna'nu therila... Illa neenga vara vendaam. Inga road block pola appa dha sonnaanga.... Appa'uhm vara mudiyaadhu, mama"

(I don't know why it's that. No, you don't need to come. There's a roadblock, dad said... Dad won't be able to come, mama)

I raised my brows, listening closely as he added,

"Illa, mama neenga thappa nenachukka maatinga'naa naan onnu soldren"

(No, mama, if you won't take it wrong, shall I ask you something?)

He paused again, and I kept my focus on his words,

"Naan eppavum inga irukka YS hotel'le dha stay pannuven whenever I want to clear my mind cool. En appa oda friend hotel dha, avanga paiyan enakku friend. So, inniku oru night mattum naanga anga stay pannatumaa'nu kekuren"

(I always stay at YS Hotel whenever I want to clear my mind. It's my dad's friend's hotel, and his father is my friend. So, I'm asking if we can stay there for just one night)

I blinked rapidly, gripping my bag strap tightly. Why was he lying to my father? Why did he want us to stay in the hotel tonight?

"Okay, mama... Illa mama enna irundhaalum permission kekkanum'le?.. Ahn, seringa mama. Aththa kittayum solleerunga. Midnight'le mazha ninnaalum kooptu vandhuren... Mm... Seri... Seri, mama appo kaalaila mazha ninnadhum odane vandhurom... Mm, okay mama thanks for trusting me... Okay mama bye... I will take care of her"

(Okay, mama. No, mama, I must ask your permission right? Okay, mama. Please tell Aththa too. Even if the rain stops at midnight, I'll pick her up. Mm. Okay. Okay, mama, in the morning , we'll come home right away. Mm okay mama, thanks for trusting me. Okay, mama, bye. I'll take care of her)

I heard him chuckle softly, then add,

"Okay aththa, we'll take care of ourselves"

(Okay aththa, we'll take care of ourselves)

Amma too?

I was shocked.

He ended the call and lifted his hand, gently tilting my face up by pinching my chin. I swallowed hard, meeting his gaze, and noticed his other hand, twisted behind him, slipping his mobile into his pocket.

"Do you have any problem staying with me? Alone?"

His voice dropped slightly when he said the word 'alone.' And I just shook my head.

"Words"

He said, his tone firm. 

But, I blinked, not understanding his one-word command. So, he sighed, repeating,

"Vaaya thorandhu sollu'nu sonnen"

(I said, open your mouth and speak)

I immediately opened my mouth and said,

"Okay dha"

He shook his head, then made me walk away from my house, past his house, and took a left turn down the street.

The rain had eased into a gentle drizzle as we walked on, yet it still drenched us.

We arrived at a nearby hotel, where he approached the counter to ask for a room, exchanging smiles and occasional chuckles with the receptionist guy.

Ellaarkittayum sirichu sirichu pesa vendiyadhu, enkitta mattum yeppo paaru urru'nu irukka vendiyadhu.

(He smiles and talks nicely with everyone, but when it comes to me, he always behaves seriously and commanding)

Twisting my lips, I stood behind him, hugging myself against the cool air while glancing around the hotel. The place radiated a high-tech elegance, adorned with branded furnishings—sleek sofas, glowing lanterns, stylish ceiling lights, and decorative vases, among other exquisite accents.

After a few minutes, we checked in and entered the room, and he locked the door behind me, making me gulp. The sound of the switches being turned on echoed in the room as the fan and lights came to life. Then he searched around for a moment, then turned off the fan. While I stood there, unsure of what to do until he spoke,

"Go freshen up and change into the bathrobe. You'll find it in the closet. And.. the washroom is inside that room"

He pointed towards the black closed door to my left.

I mumbled a quick,

"Okay" 

And nodded, entering the room. Once inside, I locked the door and gasped in disbelief, exclaiming, 

"Change into a bathrobe'ah? Bathrobe avlo perusaavaa irukkum?" 

(A bathrobe? Will it be that big?)

I dashed to the closet, opened it, and was relieved to see bathrobes in different sizes. A sigh of relief escaped me. And I quickly rummaged through the bathrobes, picked one that fit my size, and hurried into the restroom to freshen up.

Glancing around the gleaming bathroom, my eyes settled on the glass-enclosed shower cubicle, and a soft gasp escaped my lips.

"Wowww! Thalaivar'uh periya yedam dha polaye" 

(Wowww! Looks like the boss is quite wealthy)

I mumbled in awe. The elegant setup tempted me to take a long, relaxing shower, but the cool air against my damp clothes made me shiver. Quickly, I set the bathrobe aside, removed my soaked kurta top and pants, and placed them neatly before stepping into the cubicle.

Again. Despite the tempting warmth of the shower, I sulked and settled for just washing my face and freshening up. Once done, I slipped into the bathrobe, tied it securely around my waist, and gave it a firm pat, mumbling, 

"Ipdiye dha irukkanum" 

(Be good like this)

Checking myself in the mirror, I let my damp hair down, grabbed a towel from the side hanger, and began rubbing it over my head as I stepped towards the bathroom door.

Opening it, I took a step outside—only to freeze in place. 

My breath hitched as my eyes landed on him standing near the bed, his bare back facing me. The muscles on his back flexed slightly, and my gaze instinctively drifted downward—only to realize he was dressed in nothing but his boxers. 

Not even his pants.

You're gone, Seetha.

I swallowed hard, my fingers gripping the towel tightly as my heart pounded. The stark awareness of being clad in only a bathrobe over my inner clothes—and the unsettling realization of my bare legs under the robe exposed before him, who was just as minimally clothed—made my stomach twist, and I instinctively placed my other hand on the bathroom doorframe, trying to steady my trembling legs as I gulped.

And just as I was about to turn away, he shifted, turning to face me. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, between the cold air and the heat radiating from his body, I felt myself tremble even more.

I clenched my fists, letting my hands fall to my sides as I gulped hard. But the moment he turned completely towards me and started walking over—his presence exuding an almost predatory intensity—I felt my breath hitch. 

As he neared, I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself.

But then, the sound of the bathroom door shutting behind me made me snap my eyes open. I turned around, my mouth slightly agape, only to find the door closed and him nowhere in sight.

So... he just walked past me to enter the restroom?

Avaa'laa chamathu paiyanaa dha irukkaa.. un moola dha di Seetha mangal aageete pogudhu..

(He's really behaving like a good boy. But you... it's your mind that's thinking everything bare..) 

I let out an embarrased sigh, slapped my own forehead, and walked over to the mirror before the bed. As I started drying my hair, my mind betrayed me with thoughts of him standing there moments ago, dressed only in his boxers. My cheeks heated, and I bit my lips, recalling the way his well-built body looked under the dim lights.

Just then, my gaze landed on his damp shirt and pants, neatly hung on the hanger beside the mirror. I turned slightly to glance at the still-locked bathroom door before walking over. My fingers lightly brushed against his drying clothes, and a small smile formed on my lips—followed by an unexpected blush.

Why the hell am I blushing now?

Yet, for some reason, the moment felt strangely comforting, even romantic. 

Though we had spent nights alone in our houses before, tonight, in this cool weather, felt different.

"Nokku ennamo aayiduthu di Seetha" 

(Something has happened to you, Seetha)

I chuckled to myself, shaking my head. But just then, the bathroom door creaked open, making me jolt slightly. I quickly pretended to adjust the towel on the hanger near his clothes and turned around, just in time to see him stepping out, drying his hair with another towel.

His gaze met mine briefly before he simply walked past me without saying a word.

My smile faltered for a second, but I quickly composed myself and asked,

"Idhu romba costly aana hotel'ah?" 

(Is this a expensive hotel?)

He turned his head alone, his gaze trailing from my top to toe before replying, 

"Yeah, appa oda friend odadhu. And his son is my childhood friend. Solleerken'nu nenaikiren? Pugazh'nu oru friend irukkaan'nu unkitta?" 

(Yeah, it belongs to Appa's friend. And his son is my childhood friend. Have I ever mentioned to you that I have a friend named Pugazh?)

Idha soldradhukku yedhukku nammala melayum, keelayum paakuraa?

(Why is he looking me up and down just to say this?)

Then, he turned back to grab his phone from the charger. I stood there for a moment, thinking hard. When he looked back at me, I gave him a sheepish smile and admitted, 

"Marandhutten" 

(I forgot)

He shook his head with a slight smile and said, 

"Seri, ingaye iru. I'll arrange for dinner" 

(Okay, stay here. I'll arrange for dinner)

Before I could even respond, he walked out, leaving me standing there with my smile slowly fading. Clicking my tongue, I exhaled deeply and started pacing around the bedroom, hugging myself against the cold air.

I tried looking for the AC remote to adjust the temperature, but it was nowhere to be found. Sighing, I sneezed twice, then finally gave up and sat on the bed, pressing my hands on the mattress beside my thighs.

As I sat there, my thoughts drifted to everything that had happened between us over the past two days. I got so lost in those moments that I didn't even realize when strong arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind.

I snapped back to reality as a familiar weight pressed against my shoulder, his warmth seeping into me, followed by a soft, comforting,

"Oi"

My lips curved into an involuntary smile just as I felt him place a kiss on my cheek, making me lean slightly under his force. And as soon as he pulled away, he asked, 

"Enna yosikira?" 

(What are you thinking about?)

I turned to stare at him, still processing the sudden shift. Just now, he was mad at me. And now, he was all kisses.

I shook my head, and he pressed a soft kiss on my shoulder before murmuring, 

"I am sorry. Okay? Let's forg.."

But I cut him off, my voice firm as I asked, 

"Did they harass me, professor?"

I felt his body stiffen for a moment. 

I don't want him to say sorry just to make me feel better like always. I hate that now. I don't deserve his apology, but he deserves mine.

Silence stretched between us before I turned my face slightly towards him, offering a small, knowing smile as I asked,

"I was harassed, right?"

He took a deep breath, his hold tightening around me as he nodded slightly and murmured,

"Kind of"

I turned back to face forward, processing his answer when he asked, 

"Enna panlaam'nu irukka?" 

(What do you plan to do?)

Tilting my face towards him, I saw the slight curve of his lips as he clarified, 

"Avangala enna panlaam'nu irukka'nu kekuren" 

(I'm asking, what do you think you should do to them?)

I turned forward again, squinting my eyebrows in thought before stating, 

"Police kitta sollalaam'nu irukken" 

(I'm thinking I should report it to the police)

He hummed in response, then asked, 

"But unakku direct'ah nadandha harassment'ku police yen badhil sollanum? Why can't YOU give them what they deserve?" 

(But for the harassment that happened directly to you, why should the police be the answer? Why can't YOU give them what they deserve?)

I stared at him, my mind running over his words before realization dawned on me. Understanding what he was hinting at, I gritted through my teeth, 

"Maybe I could slap him"

His arms tightened around me, his voice dark as he asked, 

"Just a slap?"

I turned to look at him, catching the smirk on his lips as he continued, 

"Just kick between his legs, rowdy. Avan innoruka unkitta varadhukke bayapadanum" 

(He should be scared to even think about coming near you again) 

His words were gritted out, his gaze burning with anger as he stared at the wall ahead.

But scrunching up my face in disgust, I muttered, 

"Eww. Naan'laa panna maaten. Disgusting" 

(Eww. I can't do that. It's disgusting)

He let out a small laugh at my reaction, and I chuckled along before adding, 

"Maybe I could..."

"You could slap him as many times as you want" 

He finished for me, his tone softer this time.

I nodded, and he said, 

"Seri. Let's forget that. First, let me ask you something..  which video did you watch? Will you share it with me?"

Nodding again, I reached for my phone from the nearby table and forwarded the link that the guy had shared with me. Also, without a second thought, I immediately blocked that guy's ID on Instagram.

And I noticed him going through Instagram on his phone, and my breath hitched when he selected my ID and clicked on the link. I gulped, my heartbeat picking up, but he simply paused the video before it could play. Instead, he skimmed through the caption, I saw him, his expression unreadable, and then he left me sitting there as he leaned back against the headrest, legs stretched out, doing something on his phone.

Blinking, I stood up to check whether our clothes had dried, but before I could take a step, his firm grip closed around my wrist, stopping me in place.

Turning back, I saw him already looking at me. 

He placed his phone aside and patted the mattress beside him with his palm, saying, 

"Sit"

I blinked, my gaze shifting to his phone lying next to him before I hesitantly said, 

"Illa... Namma dress'laa dry aayiduthaa'nu paath.."

(No.. I'll go and check whether our clothes..)

"Seetha..." 

He cut me off, his voice firm as he eyed the empty space beside him and repeated,

"I said sit"

Taking a deep breath, I gripped the tied knot of my bathrobe at my stomach and walked over, sitting beside him, facing him. And he shook his head. But before I could even understand the meaning behind that gesture, he shifted me effortlessly. 

And I found myself leaning against his bare bicep and the side frame of him, my arm still twirled in his grip. His arm wrapped around my shoulder from behind, resting near my neck, while my other hand unconsciously landed on his thigh.

My gaze flickered downward—only to realize where exactly my hand had landed. I quickly averted my eyes and took off my hand from his upper thigh, gulping. 

Then, I stayed silent, unsure, until I felt the soft press of his lips against the side of my head, followed by a low murmur,

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

I blinked, lowered my gaze, and slowly shook my head.

He pressed another kiss to the side of my head before softly calling,

"Seetha..."

I hummed in response.

Then, he said,

"See that video for yourself"

I gasped and turned to look at him, trying to understand whether he was just teasing me or saying it for real. But he nodded his head and said,

"Nee ippo job'ku pora, ma. For example, Namma trip poyirundhabodhey oru vishyam nadandhadhu. Ippo onnu nadandhirukku. But back then, I was there beside you, but indha time irukka mudila. Yenga yenga, yevan yevan, epdi epdi iruppaan'nu namma yaarukkume theriyaadhu. So, nee thaniyaa face pandra maadhiriyaana situation unakku. Nee adha appodhaiku epdi go through panna'nu enakku theriyaadhu. Aana...I don't want you to go through the same thing in this same way again"

(You're going to work now, ma. For example, something happened during our trip. And now, something else has again happened. But back then, I was there beside you. This time, I couldn't be. We never know where, when, or how people around us will be. So, this is a situation you're facing alone. I don't know how you got through it at that moment. But... I don't want you to go through the same thing in this same way again)

I lowered my gaze, but he gently pinched my chin, lifting it to meet his eyes as he continued,

"Nee ipdi innorukkaa panna koodaadhu. Nee avankitta namma private life pathi sonnadhula irundhu, naan epdi unkitta behave pandren'nu sonnadhula irundhu, nee avanga kaamcha video paatha varaikum ellaame unakku venaa serious'ah illaama irundhirukalaam. Andha neram. But I'm damn sure they were a hundred percent serious about harassing you by taking advantage of your innocence. Though you understand it now, I wish you had realized it back then and made them face the consequences. Ennaalayo, illa unga appa naalayo unkoodave eppavume irukka mudiyaadhu. You're going to get married, right? Maybe you're still a kid in our eyes, but not in everyone's" 

(You shouldn't do the same thing again. From telling him about our private life to explaining how I treat you, and until you saw the video he showed you, everything might have seemed unimportant to you at that moment. But I'm damn sure they were a hundred percent serious about harassing you by taking advantage of your innocence. Though you understand it now, I wish you had realized it back then and made them face the consequences. Neither I nor your father can always be with you. You're going to get married, right? Maybe you're still a kid in our eyes, but not in everyone's)

He explained, and I felt my eyes well up with tears. 

"Seeth.."

He was about to say something—probably to tell me not to cry—but before he could, I buried my face in his chest and let my tears fall.

He tightened his hold around me, letting out a deep breath as he leaned back against the headrest, pulling me closer, enveloping me in his warmth and support.

As I replayed his words and explanation while silently listening to his heartbeat—after soaking his bare chest with my tears—I came to a realization. In this generation, when someone remains innocent about adult matters or any other things even after reaching adulthood, people either criticize them, laugh at them, or take advantage of them.

A time when people remained unaware of such things until marriage is now seen as something laughable. And if someone chooses to be like that even in this era—like me—they easily become a target, with others exploiting their innocence without them even realizing it.

Even though I could still think, 'I'll handle everything when I reach my marriage stage', others will take advantage of my innocence and mock me. In the end, I'll be the one left to suffer—just like I am now.

I was completely lost in thought, wondering what to do, until I felt his grip shift from my arm to my waist. 

Looking up at him, I saw him cup my cheek and gently brush away a tear from the corner of my left eye.

"Enna yosikira?" 

(What are you thinking?) 

He asked, his voice soft.

I gulped, unable to look away from him. He traced my cheek with his fingers and continued,

"Sollu, ma. Epdi irundhaalum nee ellaam therinjikka dha pora. After our marriage. Enna yosichaalum sollu. Let me see if I can come up with some ideas to help you" 

(Tell me, dear. One way or another, you're going to learn everything after our marriage. Whatever you're thinking, just say it. Let me see if I can come up with some ideas to help you)

And that sparked something in me. 

He's right. 

In just three months, I was going to marry him anyway. So why should I be afraid or feel uncomfortable being with him? Why hesitate to speak openly with him?

After all, he had already touched me there, explored me, and even taught me some things. It wasn't that I was uncomfortable—it was just that asking something like that felt wrong. 

That was the only reason I hadn't asked him, my mother, or even Kamali about anything still.

So, I might... My thoughts came to a halt when I felt his lips press against mine, making me take a deep breath. And just as he was about to pull back, I placed my hand on his cheek and parted my lips, giving him access. He took it without hesitation, and we kissed-slowly, passionately-lost in each other's embrace, forgetting everything else in the world.

When we pulled back, he looked at me with a smile, panting slightly, while I was breathing a little harder.

"Paakuriyaa? Naan veliya couch'le irukken. Nee normal aanadh.." 

(Will you watch it? I'll be on the couch outside. Once you feel better, you..)

"Yen veliya couch'le?" 

(Why on the couch outside?) 

I interrupted, cutting him off.

He stared at me for a few seconds before chuckling slightly and he said,

"Seri. Appo nee yeppo paakanumo appo paaru. Ippo saaptu thoongalaama?" 

(Alright. Then, see whenever you want. Shall we sleep now after having our dinner?)

I frowned, wondering why he was suddenly asking me to sleep.

But just as he loosened his hold around me, got up from the bed, and bent down to grab his phone, I quickly reached out, took it before he could, and held it close to my heart, looking at him.

His eyelashes lifted, and he looked at me with a slight frown on his forehead, making my heart skip a beat.

What should I say now if he asks what happened or why I need his phone?

But instead of questioning me, he simply smiled, straightened up, and walked over to his drying clothes, checking if they had dried.

I sat there, stunned, my lips parting and closing as I struggled to find the words. 

How do I tell him that I'm feeling a little nervous and want to watch the video both alone and with him? Will he misunderstand me or think less of me?

I looked at his phone in my hands before lifting my gaze to see him pulling up his pants. 

I frowned and asked, 

"Adhukulla dry aayiduthaa?" 

(It dried already?)

He glanced at me while adjusting his waistband and replied, 

"Konjam dha, ma. But it's fine. Dress podaama epdi suthuradhu un munnaadi? You might feel uncomfortable" 

(Just a little, but it's fine. How can I move around without clothes in front of you? You might feel uncomfortable)

I quickly averted my gaze as he fastened his pants, the sound of the zipper filling the silence. And just as he was about to exit the room, I blurted out, squeezing my eyes shut, 

"I'm not uncomfortable"

Haan? 

Shoo, Seetha! Why are you saying this? You should tell him to stay with you, not this!

I opened my eyes hesitantly and glanced at him. 

He had stopped just before reaching the door, frowning at me with a small, amused smile.

"Not uncomfortable.. for what?"

He asked.

Yeah... for what? I thought. 

But before I could process my own thoughts, my lips betrayed me.

"To see you nak... no... without pants... no, just in your box... nothing"

Perumaaleyy!

(Oh. My. God)

I immediately slipped under the duvet, pulling it up until it covered my face. 

Clutching his phone in my hands, I palmed my face, whining softly at my own ridiculousness.

Seriyaana nut'uh kalanda case'uh di nee.

(You're a pure nutcase, Seetha)

But, when I noticed that the room had gone silent and still, I slowly pulled the duvet off me and looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen. 

Sulking, I tossed the duvet aside, clutching his phone tightly in my hand. I stood up from the bed, walked to the door, and threw it open with a loud thud. Still, I couldn't find him. 

So, gathering every ounce of courage, I cleared my throat and shouted, 

"Naan uncomfortable'ah illa. Naan video paaka poren. I want to watch it along with you. Nekku summaave naraya doubt varum, so naan video paakumbodhum naraya doubt varum adhellaa ungakitta dha kekka mudiyum. I'm not uncomfortable"

(I'm not uncomfortable. I'm going to watch the video. I want to watch it along with you. I already get a lot of doubts as it is, and I'll have even more while watching the video. You're the only one I can ask about them. I'm not uncomfortable)

I panted deeply, opened my eyes, and looked around, but he was still nowhere to be seen which made me smile in relief. 

"Thappicha di Seetha" 

(You escaped, Seetha)

I muttered to myself, grinning. 

Then, turning around to run back inside the room, I gasped and froze. 

There he stood in the doorway, one hand resting against the frame while the other's forearm leaned casually on it. His ankles were crossed, clad in black pants, and his head tilted slightly to the side. 

Towering over me, his lips hovered between a smile and a smirk.

Maatikitta di Seetha!

(You got caught, Seetha!)

I widened my eyes, gave him a nervous smile, and attempted to turn around to run, but he suddenly swooped in, lifting me off the ground. I squealed in shock, wriggling to tap his arm, begging him to let me down. However, he simply turned around, walking back into the room.

I leaned down to bite his forearm in playful frustration, but he swiftly twirled me around and slammed me back against the door. 

He stood before me, pressing his hands above my head on the door behind me, our eyes meeting in an intense gaze. 

Gulping,

"Pa... paak..." 

(I.. I see..)

I stammered, but before I could say anything more, he leaned in closer, his face hovering just inches from mine. I closed my eyes, my back pressed firmly against the door, feeling the warmth of his bare chest against me. I heard him softly ask, 

"Shall we?"

I gulped, unable to form a coherent thought as I felt his hot breath now brush against my neck. 

He whispered, 

"I'll clear all your doubts"

My fists clenched as I parted my lips, but before I could say anything, a gasp escaped me as I felt him inhale deeply, taking in my scent near the crook of my neck and he murmured, 

"But I may get a little practical with you too"

Just then, my breath caught as I felt the tip of his nose skim along my neck, trail upward to my jawline, and gently graze the shell of my ear.

His voice was thick with desire as he asked, 

"Shall we start then?"

My heart pounding in my chest, but without hesitation, I whispered, 

"Yes" 

A playful bite on my ear followed, and he kissed my cheek before straightening up, his eyes still locked on mine.

And before I knew it, we were sitting on the bed beside each other, his arm draped around my shoulder. The lights were off, the duvet pulled up to our waists, and my hands rested on my lap, fidgeting nervously yet with a sense of anticipation.

As the screen displayed, he nudged me gently. I smiled and gave a small nod. He pressed play, and soon, the opening theme of 365 Days echoed through the room from the TV positioned in front of the bed.

Yes, instead of just watching random youtube clips, he had suggested that we watch the entire movie together. 

But I bit my lips, suppressing my smile as I realized—he didn't know that I had already seen this introductory part that very night.

I turned to look at him, watching him as he focused on the TV screen. Just then, he caught me staring. His brows furrowed slightly before he raised them in question. I simply smiled and shook my head. He smiled back, running his fingers through his hair with his free hand before turning his attention back to the screen.

I grinned and saw the screen as well, but my gaze kept drifting to him—how he absentmindedly adjusted his hair, how he occasionally bit his lips, how he lifted one knee and casually rested his veined arm over it. And then, how my feet had somehow ended up resting against his calf. Smiling softly, I turned back to the screen, my heart swelling with the quiet realization of being wrapped in his embrace.

I nestled into him, and he hugged me as well, drawing me even closer. Smiling, I rested my head against his collarbone, soaking in his warmth as his chin settled atop my head. In that moment, a sense of serenity washed over me, as if I were being lulled into a peaceful slumber.

That was until I heard that music again-the eerie, not-so-ghostly tune. My eyes flickered to the screen, watching the scene unfold once more. I was about to look away when his voice came as a soft whisper,

"I told you, right? You can pleasure yourself. That's what she's doing. And about the vibration... I'll tell you later"

My toes curled at his words, and I hummed softly in acknowledgment. But then, as the scene progressed, the very question I had asked him on the bus resurfaced in my mind.

I lifted my face to meet his gaze and sensing my curiosity, he smiled and cupped my jaw, his thumb brushing against my cheek before trailing to the corner of my lips.

He paused the movie and murmured,

"It's called a blow job"

"Bl... blow job?"

I stammered.

"Yes. That's what she's doing to him"

"Job'nah.. job'nah work dhane?"

(Job... Job means work, right?)

He chuckled.

"No, ma. It's not that work. Just like how I can use my hands on you... I can also use my lips, my tongue... even my teeth"

My eyes widened, and I swallowed hard before asking hesitantly,

"Down there... on me?"

He nodded.

"Yes"

Before I could even process that information, he continued, his voice deliberate and slow.

"And you... you can use your hands, your mouth, and your tongue down there for me too"

"What?!"

I gasped, pulling away from his embrace in shock.

He caught my hands gently, looking at me with calm eyes, saying,

"Yes. That's what she's doing to him. It's a blow job"

And I turned to the screen just as he resumed the movie. My body trembled slightly, seeing the scene, and sensing it, he pulled me back into his arms, whispering sweet nothings into my ear,

"Don't overthink it, babe. It's normal. And naan unna force'laa panna maaten. Apro yen nee tension aagura? Unakku puduchirundhaa mattum dha naan ennavaa irundhaalum pannuven. Okay? Just relax. And we're only going to watch the first two parts of the movie"

(Don't overthink it, babe. It's normal. And I won't force you. Then why are you getting tense? I'll only do anything if you're comfortable with it. Okay? Just relax. And we're only going to watch the first two parts of the movie)

I furrowed my brows. With a soft chuckle, he added,

"It has a sad ending, and I don't want to watch a sad movie with you"

That made me smile, and before I knew it, he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of my head. With my heart a little lighter, I leaned into him once again, and we continued watching the movie.

As the movie progressed, I felt warmth spreading through my legs, face, and neck, along with a strange heat settling over my chest. His grip on my waist tightened, and I found myself gulping as I watched the woman casually roaming around the man—completely naked—just as he was.

Why can't they just put on some clothes? And why can't they use separate bathrooms?

I wondered.

Thanni patraakurai'ah ivaalukku'laa?

(Do they have a shortage of water or what?)

Sighing, I continued to watch and one thing that caught my attention was.. the hero cupping the heroine's neck and whispering something harshly to her. It struck me because... I had experienced the same thing with my professor.

He did this whenever he got mad at me. So, this is called dominance?

Without hesitation, I voiced my thoughts,

"Naan idha engayo paathirukken. Ungalukku nyaabagam irukkaa?"

(I've seen this somewhere before. Do you remember?)

He chuckled deeply, wrapping his arm around my neck and said,

"Sorry. Naan movie paathu'laa apdi irukkanum'nu nenaikala. Just, heat of the moment'le enakke theriyaama panneedren. Naane naraya dhadava nenachirukken, ma, loosu maadhiri pandren'nu. So, sorry"

(Sorry. I didn't think I should behave like this just like I saw in the movie. It just happened in the heat of the moment without me realizing it. Even I feel like I act like a fool sometimes. So, sorry)

I smiled, and shook my head, quickly before saying,

"Chey, chey adhellaa illa. I like it anyway"

(No, no. It's nothing like that. I like it anyway)

I quickly looked away from him, biting my lip. And I heard him gasp at me before he said,

"Haan... You should have said this first. Oru sorry waste aayiduchu"

(Huh. You should have said this first. One of my sorrys got wasted)

He mocked me.

I looked up at him and said,

"Oru sorry illa, rendu sorry"

(Not one sorry, two sorrys)

He rolled his eyes with a smile and mumbled,

"Romba mukkiyam"

(Yeah, very important)

I giggled, and he chuckled along with me as we continued watching the movie.

As the movie played on, I watched as Laura, the heroine, jumped off the ship into the sea, and Massimo, the hero—dressed entirely in black—dived in after her.

It wasn't until she opened her eyes and the scene continued that I realized she hadn't been wearing an off-shoulder dress—she was completely naked.

But as the scene progressed towards their lovemaking, I found myself gasping, my palm instinctively pressing against his knee.

The background song—a blend of romance and desire—made the moment even more intense.

Beside me, my man trailed soft kisses along my neck, his grip tightening around my bare waist as he slowly untied the knot of my bathrobe, letting it fall loosely over me, partially revealing my black bra.

Yet, despite the tempting view before him, he did nothing to break my focus. Instead, he simply breathed me in, pressing slow, deliberate kisses along my skin, savoring the moment without pulling me away from the movie.

But what I was seeing on the screen was too much—l sat there, my mouth slightly open, my eyes wide.

What the hell were they doing?

I trembled as the scene grew more intense.

"Seetha"

He whispered near my ear, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from the screen until he suddenly moved away.

And I blinked and turned to him just as he paused the movie.

"Ser... seriously?"

I stammered, still in disbelief.

He placed his palm on my shoulder and simply said,

"Yes"

"We'll be doing that?"

I asked hesitantly.

"Mmhmm"

He nodded, confirming it.

"Everyone does that? Everyone?"

I pressed.

"Yes. Everyone does that. You said you know about having sex?"

"I do... but I didn't know it could be this intense and..."

I trailed off.

"And?"

He prompted, leaning in to press warm kisses along my neck, trailing lower below my collarbone. I trembled under his touch, gripping his bare shoulders, and whispered,

"Beautiful"

He suddenly pulled back, looking at me in surprise. I met his gaze, and he asked in amusement,

"Beautiful?"

I nodded and said,

"Romba intense dha, but at the same time, romba azhaga irundhadhu"

(It was really intense, but at the same time it was really beautiful as well)

He smiled, then chuckled, shaking his head.

"Unexpected"

He murmured, still amused.

I smiled back, grabbed the remote, and resumed the movie. Then, without a second thought or concern for his reaction—or anything else in the world—I nestled into his embrace, pressing my cheek against his chest. My arms wrapped around him, and in response, his arms slowly tightened around me, holding me securely.

And just like that, we continued watching the movie together.

Once the first part ended, I turned to look at him, facing up, and he leaned in, capturing my lower lip between his in a slow, lingering suck and nibble. But, I pressed a hard peck on his lips, pulled back, and asked,

"Sad ending'nu sonnel? Heroine sethruvaangalaa?"

(You said it's a sad ending? Does the heroine die?)

He shook his head, humming in denial,

"Mmuhmm"

Still brushing his lips over mine.

Then, he slowly trailed down to my neck, diving into my collarbone. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my breath hitching at the sensation of his warm lips on my skin, and stammered,

"Ne.. Next part yeppo paakalaam?"

(Whe..when shall we watch the next part?)

He hummed teasingly,

"Hmm... someone is more excited already?"

Blushing, I pushed him away, pressing my palms against his shoulders, and stared at him with a smile. Then, I picked up the remote and his phone, switching to the next part while he sulked beside me, making me chuckle softly.

This time, we resumed watching without being in each other's arms, leaving a small gap between us. I secured the knot of my bathrobe, crossing my arms beneath my chest, while he lay flat on the bed with his arms tucked beneath his head-looking effortlessly hot and inviting.

But I chose to ignore him and focus on the movie instead—for the first time.

I noticed the tattoos on the hero in the movie, admiring how they looked so good on him.

Hmmm..

And, a sudden thought popped into my mind—how would those tattoos look on my man's body?

I turned to face him and was about to ask if he had any interest in tattoos, but my lips curved into a warm smile when I saw him sleeping, one hand beneath his head and the other resting over his stomach on the duvet.

I paused the movie and leaned down, gently caressing his hair without disturbing his peaceful sleep.

After a few moments, I resumed watching the movie, sitting beside his elbow as his hand twisted behind his head, resting between his head and the pillow.

But as the movie continued, I started to lose interest, realizing what the sad ending he mentioned actually meant. I turned off the movie and stood up from the bed, switching off the TV.

I walked into the restroom and came out a few minutes later, heading to the window and opening the curtains. 

The rain hadn't stopped yet.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of him inhaling, and I turned to find him stirring in the bed. He opened his eyes and looked around, his gaze widening in alarm when he didn't see me beside him.

But as his eyes found me, they softened, and he smiled.

"Enna ma pandra? Movie mudunjadhaa? Time enna?"

(What are you doing, dear? Did the movie finish? What time is it?)

His deep, sleepy voice made me glance at him in a daze, but I walked over and stood beside the bed, replying.

"Time ellaam 12 dha. Dinner saapdave illa. Saapadlaamaa?"

(It's 12 o'clock. We haven't had dinner yet. Shall we eat?)

He yawned and looked at his phone before asking,

"Pasichiruchaa? Come here, I'll check"

(Did you get hungry? Come here, I'll check)

"Haan?"

"Let me see if my little kiddo's little tummy has shrunk"

He's teasing me.

I glared at him fake-angrily, and he chuckled, getting up from the bed.

He glanced at his phone, and said,

"It's 11:30, not 12"

I rolled my eyes and replied,

"Romba mukkiyam"

(That's really important now)

"Seri seri, kanna uruttaadha. Vaa saapudlaam"

(Okay, okay, don't get mad. Let's go eat)

He turned to leave but stopped when I said,

"Neenga ponga. Naan en dress dry aayiduthaa'nu paathu, change panneetu varen"

(You go ahead. I'll check if my dress has dried and change)

He turned back and squinted his eyes before saying,

"Adhellaa change panna venaa. And they probably haven't dried yet. Nalla dry aanadhum podalaam, wet'ah irukkaadha, vaa polaam"

(You don't need to change that. They probably haven't dried yet. Change it once it dried completely, don't stay wet. Let's go)

His tone was filled with nothing but concern for me, yet I simply grinned and slapped my own forehead, exclaiming,

"Romba kettu poren"

(I'm getting more bad)

He laughed softly, walked around the bed to me, and scooped me up into his arms bridal-style.

Then, looking at me, he said,

"Thank me"

I nodded with a shy smile, wrapping my arms around his neck, and whispering,

"Thank you, professor"

He pecked my lips and walked out of the bedroom with me in his arms.

Few minutes later,

He opened the packs, revealing the parotta and salna pockets, then placed two for each of us. Carefully, he tore the parotta into small pieces, poured the salna over them, and looked at me with a smile, gesturing with his eyes for me to start eating before saying,

"Saapdu"

(Eat)

Smiling lovingly at him, I began eating the parotta. As he chewed, he turned to me, raising his brows. I savored the taste of the best parotta ever and flashed a thumbs-up with a wide grin and bright eyes. He chuckled, but just as I was about to take another bite, he grabbed my wrist.

I frowned and looked at him, but instead of letting go, he moved my hand to his mouth, parted his lips, and took the bite from my fingers, making me grin.

He smiled before picking up a piece from his plate and bringing it to my mouth. I immediately opened up and took it as he fed me, closing my eyes to relish the taste. After swallowing,

I flirted,

"En kaila saapdumbodhu kooda ivlo taste'ah illaye"

(Even when I eat it with my own hands, it doesn't taste this good)

But I yelped when he pinched my waist and rubbed the spot, pouting at him, but he simply said,

"Ootu di"

(Feed me)

Grinning at my grown-up kid, I fed him another bite, and he fed me in return. We finished our meal within minutes, the taste even more delightful when shared.

"Theendhu pochu"

(It's all finished)

I pouted him.

He bit his lower lip before suggesting,

"Venunaa innonu vaangalaama?"

(Shall we get another one if you want?)

I widened my eyes in excitement, but the moment he bit his lower lip again—this time in mock anger—I quickly grabbed my plate from the table, stood up from the chair, and headed towards the kitchen to wash my hands and plate, while hearing him chuckle behind me.

After finishing our late-night dinner, we sat on the couch, and he was telling me about how the leveling of our football ground was almost complete. But, in the middle of our conversation, he suddenly asked,

"Namma marriage yen June month vachaanga?"

(Why did they fix our wedding in June?)

I blinked at him, chuckled, and asked,

"Yen dhideernu kekurel?"

(Why are you suddenly asking?)

"Illa, enakku romba naal'ah ve indha doubt irukku... adhaa kekuren"

(I've had this doubt for a long time... so I'm just asking)

I smiled and said,

"Naan dha sonnen oru 6 months time venum'nu"

(I was the one who asked for six months' time)

He looked at me in disbelief and asked,

"Yen di?"

(Why?)

I chuckled, wrapped my arms around his bicep, and rested my chin on his shoulder.

"Next month'eh kalyanam panneerndha, we would have been too busy. Apro ground nyaabagam ellaam vandhirukkaadhu, nekku job nyaabagam vandhirukkaadhu. Love panneetu irukkumbodhey, aasayaa poi join panna restaurant job'eh vitta the great pair'le namma?"

(If we had gotten married next month, we would have been too busy, and we wouldn't have even thought about the ground and my job. We already left the restaurant job we eagerly joined when we were in our love phase, right?)

He clicked his tongue and said, mimicking me,

"Romba mosam"

(Very bad)

I laughed, and he chuckled before asking,

"Seri... epdi marriage pannanum unakku? I mean... naraya pera kooptu pannanumaa? Illa simple'ah pannanumaa?"

(Okay... how do you want our wedding to be? Should it be grand with lots of people, or simple?)

I smiled, tapping my finger on my chin, but suddenly hissed and pushed his face away when he leaned in and bit my finger that was tapping on my chin.

He chuckled, took my hand, and kissed my knuckles. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck, saying,

"Simple'ah pannikalaam"

(Let's keep it simple)

"Enga?"

(Where?)

"Mmm.. temple? Or oru register office'le kooda podhum"

(Mmm.. temple? Or even a register office would be enough)

He looked at me with a smile and said,

"Kandippa namma veetla othukka maataanga. So, romba dream pannaadha"

(Our families definitely won't agree to that. So, don't dream too much about it)

"Yen naan aasa padren'nu neenga panna maatinglaa?" 

(So, if I wish for it, you won't do it?)

I asked pouting.

"Practical'ah yosi di. Unga oorla athana peru irukkaanga. Veedhi'ku oru pathu relatives vachirukkinga. Avanga'laa illaama epdi namma marriage panna othuppaanga? Kandippa othukka maataanga" 

(Think practically. There are so many people in your town. You have at least ten relatives on each street. How will they agree to our marriage without them? They definitely won't approve)

I huffed and said, 

"Adhuvum seri dha" 

(That's also true)

"Seri vaa. Poi thoongalaam"

(Okay, come, let's sleep)

He unwrapped my arms from his neck before lifting me into his lap and standing up from the couch with me still in his embrace.

"I can walk" 

I gasped and then murmured, amused.

"And I can lift you too" 

He replied with a smirk.

Smiling, I rested my head against his chest as he carried me back to the bedroom. Once inside, he placed me down gently on the bed, pulled the duvet over us, and dimmed the lights.

I gazed at the rain outside through the window, watching how the droplets raced each other down the glass. He tightened his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder.

The direct warmth from his bare chest was overwhelming, even with my bathrobe wrapped around me, making it impossible to focus on anything else. My mind wandered, longing for an even deeper embrace of his warmth.

"Innum mazha peiradhu" 

(It's still raining)

I whispered, slowly.

He hummed softly, whispering back, 

"Innum oru one week'ku rain irukkum'nu weather news paathen" 

(I saw on the weather news that it'll rain for a week)

"Ohhh" 

I muttered, lost in thought.

A comfortable silence settled between us. My hands were folded beneath my cheek, resting on the pillow, while his arm lay above my head, nestled against my pillow. His other hand mirrored mine, fingers lightly entwined, his thumb grazing the back of my hand in slow, sensual strokes and his lips pressed soft, lingering kisses wherever they could reach—my neck, shoulder, cheek, ear, nape, and the back of my head. 

Each touch was light and unhurried, carrying no urgency, just the quiet warmth of his affection melting into me.

And I could understand his state a little—who wouldn't feel romantic in this climate, just as I am feeling now? 

A deep craving stirred within me, an urge to shrug off my bathrobe, wrap myself around him, and kiss him slow and deep until the morning light. The thought alone made me blush, but as I gulped, my smile faded into something more intense when I felt his hand—once entwined with mine—drift below my midriff, playing with the knot of my bathrobe.

Biting my lip, I shut my eyes tight as his deep whisper brushed against my ear,

"Seetha..."

I swallowed audibly and hummed, 

"Hmm"

Slowly, he tugged at the knot of my bathrobe, making my toes curl as I instinctively pulled my knees up, squirming under his touch. He moved closer as well, tugging at the knot again, his legs shifting beneath the duvet, his knee brushing behind mine. The duvet slipped lower, my skin prickling at the cool air before his warm kisses trailed down my bicep. 

And as the bathrobe slid from my shoulder, I melted further into his embrace. But when his lips brushed the soft curve of my breast from the side, my pulse stuttered. I turned to face him immediately, my gaze locking onto his, reading the equal hunger in his eyes. 

With trembling hands, I cupped his cheeks, pressing closer until our bodies molded against each other. His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped hard, and my lips found his bearded chin first, lingering there before I tilted my face up.

Maintaining eye contact, my breath hitched as his fingers slowly undid the knot of my bathrobe at my midriff. The sudden bareness sent a shiver through me, and I hastily pulled the duvet up to our necks, wrapping one arm around his neck while my other hand slid above his head, resting on his pillow.

Then, without warning, our lips met.

He cradled my waist with both arms, drawing me impossibly close, and in that moment, the world outside faded. Time ceased to exist, dissolving into the depths of our kiss.

Our tongues tangled in a slow, heated dance, tasting and teasing each other before he nipped at mine, drawing a soft moan from my lips. The sound melted into our kiss, echoing in the quiet room. 

A shiver ran through me as his warm fingers slipped beneath my bathrobe, tracing along my skin before gripping my waist, his touch firm yet intoxicatingly gentle. There.. his thumb rubbed slow, sensual circles, sending a wave of heat through me as I pressed closer into him, lost in the warmth of his embrace.

But, as the heat between us intensified, his hand slid down to my butt, squeezing it firmly as he pulled me closer. A gasp escaped my lips, but he swallowed it in his deep, consuming kiss. His rough beard and mustache grazed my lips as he tilted his face, deepening the kiss, claiming me with every movement. 

The moment stretched, fueled by our shared breaths and the slow, deliberate way his hands explored me. His rough kneads over my back made me moan softly, and before I knew it, I was beneath him, his weight pressing into me in the most intoxicating way. One of his hands cupped my breast, his touch both firm and reverent, while the other entered lower, slipping beneath the fabric of my thong, igniting a new wave of anticipation within me.

☃️☃️

Are we going to do? 

His long fingers teased me over the fabric, sending a jolt through me as my toes curled and my back arched. Just as I melted into the kiss, he pulled away suddenly, leaving me gasping for breath, a moan slipping past my lips. He panted softly against my jawline for a few seconds before burying his face in the curve of my neck, pressing slow, wet, lingering kisses, his tongue sweeping over my skin before he sucked gently, left me moan harder. 

At the same time, his fingers slipped my thong aside, gliding against my wet-bare core, making my eyes squeeze shut as a cry escaped my lips, and my fingers dug into his shoulders, grasping for something to hold onto as waves of pleasure surged deep within me.

After several rough, teasing touches, he groaned and suddenly stopped assaulting my neck with his heated kisses, leaving me whimpering at the loss. My eyes fluttered open to find him hovered over me, his face dark with desire. 

His fingers grazed my core in one slow, deliberate stroke as he rasped, maintaining an intense eye contact,

"It will be painful" 

"What?" 

I cried out, gasping.

"I'm going to push my fingers inside you" 

I stared at him, my breath hitching as I bit my lip, trying to steady the growing tension coiling in my stomach from his relentless kneading and sensual strokes over my core. Finally, my voice wavered as I stammered,

"Fingers? In.. inside me?" 

"Yes. Stay still. Don't move. Okay?"

I stared at him, swallowed hard in anticipation, and slowly nodded. 

But, his voice dropped to a whisper,

"Use your words"

He brushed against my core, sending a tremor through me.

"O.. Okay" 

I responded instantly.

He smirked, lifting himself slightly as I felt him part me there. 

A shaky breath left my lips as my chest rose and fell in anticipation. But, the moment his finger pushed slowly inside me, a sharp gasp escaped as my back arched instinctively. 

Then as my face scrunched, eyes squeezing shut, mouth parting as a deep moan spilled out, he cursed under his breath, 

"Fuck"

"A.. Aayu...yush" 

I whimpered, my voice trembling.

But I bit my lips, knees pulling up partially as his lips found my breast, his tongue sweeping over the fabric of my bathrobe and bra. A sudden, firm grip over my clothes-clad peak made me gasp, and as I opened my eyes slightly, I realized—it was his mouth, wrapping around the sensitive tip. But the moment I felt another finger slipping inside me, my eyes squeezed shut again. 

A shudder ran through me as my hand pressed firmly against his shoulder, the other gripping his wrist between my legs, my knees spreading fully on either side of him as waves of pleasure built higher.

Until he yanked his fingers abruptly several times and I groaned unashamedly while writhing beneath him, I had no idea what was going on inside of me.

As his fingers moved inside me in a deep, unhurried pace, a sudden shift sent a new wave of sensation crashing through me, leaving me trembling beneath him. And a sharp gasp escaped as I clung to him, pulling his head closer, and he groaned, burying his face in the crook of my neck. Then my breath hitched, my grip tightening around him as pleasure coursed through me in an overwhelming rush, spilling into a loud gasp and a moan. 

☃️☃️

Slowly, his movements stilled, and he withdrew his hand from beneath my thong. 

For a moment, everything else faded—I could only hear our ragged breaths as I rested my face against his shoulder, my body melting into his, lost in the moment we had just created together.

But,

"You did it" 

He whispered raspily against my ear, and I clung to him, still trembling as he shifted beside me, pulling me into his embrace. His lips brushed over my shoulder in a lingering kiss while I buried my face in the crook of his neck, my breaths still uneven, my mind struggling to catch up with everything that had just happened. Before I could even process it, he murmured against my skin,

"I just made you experience your first rogasm, sweetheart"

I blinked, my gaze unfocused as I stared at the wall behind him, his words sinking in slowly. But, a frown crept onto my face as I pulled back slightly and whispered in confusion,

"Orgasm?"

He stared at me, and then chuckled, saying,

"Let me handle these. Unakku innu konjo nalla puriya vakkanum, ma. Illanaa naan kudumbam nadatha mudiyaadhu"

(Let me handle these. I need to make you understand this a little better, ma. Otherwise, I won't be able to run a family with you) 

I glared at him, but he just blew me a kiss and asked,

"How did you like it?"

Heat rushed to my face, a deep blush spreading as I let out a small gasp and slapped his cheek lightly, exclaiming,

"Idhu dha konjam practical'ah?" 

(This is what you meant by getting a little practical with me?)

He chuckled again, tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear with his finger, and said,

"Seriously, yes. Idhu konjam dha. Just a few more pushes'ke you reached your high" 

(Seriously, yes. This is just a little. Just a few more pushes, and you reached your high)

I didn't quite understand, but his teasing smirk had my face flushing. So, I grabbed the edge of his mustache and gave it a sharp tug, making him yelp in pain,

"Ah!"

I giggled, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face in his neck, playfully fluttering my lashes against his skin to tickle him. But he simply lay there, unfazed, his thumb lazily caressing the nape of my neck made me huff.

But I frowned, when he said, 

"Seri, inga paaru"

(Alright, look at me)

Then before I could even pull away, he suddenly shifted, gently pushing me back. My shoulders met the mattress as he pressed me flat against the bed, and he pulled the duvet over me, tucking it snugly up to my neck. 

I instinctively clutched the fabric in my hands and looked up at him, puzzled.

He smiled, propping his head up with one hand, his elbow resting on our pillow while his other hand absentmindedly played with the strands of hair framing my forehead. His gaze lingered there before he murmured,

"You felt something when I was just rubbing you there, didn't you?" 

I pressed my lips together, beneath the duvet, and nodded my head remembering how my stomach twisted inside and he said, 

"That is what the edge of reaching your orgasm, and as I used my fingers more with a force, you let them go. That's called orgasm or reaching peak or high" 

"Ohhhh. Only women can reach that high?" 

I asked unhesitant. He chuckled and said, 

"No, babe. I'm still hard even now. Nee manasu vachaa, I can reach my high, illanaa cold shower can cool me down"

(No, babe. I'm still hard even now. If you let me, I can reach my high, otherwise, a cold shower can cool me down)

 I gasped, and shook my head immediately, saying, 

"Cold shower'laa venaa" 

(No need of cold shower)

I was just worried about the weather—what if he caught a cold or fever from taking a cold shower in this climate?

But,

"Appo nee pandriya?" 

(Then? Are you going to do?)

He teased me. 

I shot him a glare and lightly smacked his chest, letting out a small whine, saying,

"Tease pannaadhel. Ippo pannadhey en amma'ku therinj.." 

(Don't tease me. If my mom finds out what we just d..)

I froze, a gasp escaping as he pulled me flush against him, his grip firm in my waist. 

And a soft unexpected moan slipped past my lips as I shifted uncomfortably in his embrace, feeling something pressing against my thigh. 

But his breath ghosted over my lips as he whispered,

"Just feel us di pondatti. Amma appa'nu start pannaadha. Ippodha, ivlo naal kalichu enakku konjam nimmadhi'ah irukku. But at the same time, you can't do anything. That's killing me, you know? Feel it yourself... how hard I am even now" 

(Just feel us, my wifey. Don't start with Amma and Appa now. After all this time, I finally feel some peace. But at the same time, you can't do anything. That's killing me, you know? Feel it yourself... how hard I am even now)

He let out a dramatic sigh, making me narrow my eyes, raising a brow as a wave of disappointment settled over me. 

My hand, resting between us, unconsciously slid to his stomach, and I felt him tense under my touch as he gulped, his eyes widening in shock while locking onto mine.

A smirk tugged at my lips as I teasingly let my hand trail lower, lower, and even lower—until I finally patted the hardness over his pants and boxers, murmuring,

"So, yes, a cold shower is your only option then"

And I hastily pulled back, pushing against his chest before jumping off the bed.

"Seetha, come here" 

He groaned.

But I dodged his attempt to grab my hand, clutching the bathrobe tightly around me, securing it over my body as I heard him say,

"Vaa, di. Please.."

(Come to me. Please) 

But I stuck out my tongue at him playfully, wiggling my thumb left to right while shaking my head with a teasing grin.

However, the moment I saw him getting down from the bed, I shrieked and dashed into the restroom, slamming the door shut and locking it right in his face.

A loud bang followed.

"Seetha, open the door!"

He demanded.

I gasped, pressing my back against the door, my heart pounding.

Then with a chuckle, I shouted back,

"Sir, idhu bathroom inga'laa varapadaadhu. Pongo" 

(Sir, this is a bathroom, not a place to show up here. Go away)

I heard him groan, followed by two more bangs on the door before everything went silent. Shaking my head with a chuckle, I went ahead to freshen up and change.

But the moment I stepped out, dressed back in my kurta and pants, I was suddenly scooped up and tossed onto the bed, the duvet wrapping over us as I landed beneath him. 

Before I could even process what was happening, his fingers attacked my waist, tickling relentlessly.

Laughter burst out of me uncontrollably.

"Hahaha! Stop.. Aayush!"

And heard him ask, 

"Saetta? Mmm?"

(Mischievous? Aren't you?)

I kicked my legs in the air, laughing uncontrollably as I pleaded for him to stop. But when I ran out of breath, I gasped and shouted,

"Deii Aayush! Vidu da!"

(Leave me)

"Deii Aayush'ah?"

He tickled me even more, making me hit his chest with my fists in protest. Finally, he let me go, rolling me over him before flipping us again, leaving me beneath him. 

As he hovered over me, I panted hard, glaring at him—but soon, our expressions softened into shared chuckles.

He then pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead before pulling back and murmuring,

"I love you"

Smiling, I cupped his cheeks, pulled him down, and lifted my face to peck his lips, soundly, saying,

"Ummah! I love you, da"

He chuckled, returning a quick peck on my lips, but the moment was interrupted by the sharp ring of his phone. Groaning, he pulled away, throwing off the duvet that had tangled around our legs from all the rolling and shifting. 

With a sigh, he got down from the bed, walked over to the side table, picked up his phone, and answered, and spoke,

"Ahn, Appa..." 

His voice gradually faded as he stepped out of the room, leaving me alone. A soft smile tugged at my lips as I pulled the duvet up to my neck, staring at the doorway like a fool, reliving every second of the intense moment we had just shared.

Before I could get lost in my thoughts, he returned, still holding his phone to his ear with one hand while the other carried a small stack of books pressed against his bare chest. Without a word, he placed them on the bed and gestured for me to take a look.

Frowning, I glanced at the covers, skimming the titles with curiosity. Just as I was about to ask, he ended his call and turned to me with a knowing look, saying,

"Read these. They'll help you understand things better... about adult matters. It'll be useful for you"

I stared at him in shock. 

"You read books?"

He smiled, placing his hands on his hips and said,

"Sometimes, yes. Veetla irukkumbodhu enakku first'laa lonely'ah irukkum. So, inga vandhu iruppen, appo konjam books padippen time poradhukku"

(Sometimes, yes. When I was home, I didn't enjoy staying indoors much. But here, when I was alone, reading was a good way to pass time)

"Ohh..." 

I nodded, giving him a small smile, and placed the books back on the table beside the bed. Then, I lay down, watching him.

He locked the door, walked over, and climbed into bed beside me before pulling the duvet over us. I grinned, and asked,

"Thoongalaamaa da professor?"

(Shall we sleep da professor?)

He stared at me in disbelief, and asked, 

"Adhenna da professor?"

(What's with that 'da' professor?)

"Adhellaa apdidha da professor. Yen da pudik.. ahhh!"

(I'm going to call you that, da professor. Why da, don't you lik.. ahhh!)

But he pinched my waist again, and I yelped hitting him whining, 

"Killaadhinga"

(Don't pinch me)

He laughed at my choice of respectful words, pinching my nose playfully as he said,

"Cute'uh di nee. Seri, vaa thoongalaam. You might feel tired... heavy workouts vera" 

(You're so cute. Okay, come, let's sleep. You must be exhausted... especially after all that heavy workouts) 

He smirked playfully.

I whined and hit his chest with my fists, making him chuckle as he kissed my forehead. Smiling softly, I kissed his collarbone in return.

Wrapped up in each other's warmth, we finally drifted to sleep, tangled in soft nuzzles, lingering kisses, playful fingers tracing over skin, and teasing whispers beneath the duvet.

The next day, I stepped out of the restroom, wiping my face while sneaking a place for myself between him and the mirror.

Just as I adjusted my posture, I shrieked when he suddenly smacked my back and moved away.

"Loosu!"

(Idiot!)

I blurted out instinctively.

I heard him gasp, and I clicked my tongue, realizing what I had just said. Slowly turning my head, I saw him smirking at me.

Smiling sheepishly, I mumbled,

"Theriyaama vandhuduthu..."

(It slipped out by mistake...)

"Haan... enakkum apro theriyaama naraya varum"

(Oh? Then I guess a lot of things will slip out of my mouth too, by mistake)

He quipped, his smirk deepening.

I twisted my lips in response and turned back to the mirror, only to freeze when he suddenly moved in front of me, blocking my reflection.

But when his hand lifted, reached below my neck, I instinctively grabbed his wrist, my eyes widening in shock. He chuckled, extended his index finger alone, and lightly tugged at my chain.

"Chain paapa, chain... Nee enna nenacha?"

(Relax baby, I was just checking your chain... What did you think I was doing?)

He teased, raising a brow.

But I grinned wide upon hearing him call me paapa (baby) and instinctively palmed my cheeks in delight.

He laughed at my reaction, poked my nose, and said,

"Romba kolaiyaadha. Veliya po, I need to change"

(Don't be too dramatic. Go outside, I need to change)

Lowering my hands, I raised my brows at him and placed my hands on my waist.

"Aahn. Apro?"

(Oh? And then what?)

He casually draped his arms over my shoulders and blew me a kiss, saying,

"Veliya podi"

(Just get out)

Twisting my lips in playful defiance, I ducked under his arms, dodging his hold, and flipped my hair over his face as I jumped slightly to match his height.

"Seetha!"

He groaned.

I chuckled, shook my head with a grin, and dashed out of the room before he could catch me.

Then, after half an hour, when we reached back home, I was wrapped in my jacket, which I had kept in my bag, over my kurta, shielding myself from the thick mist. His arm was securely around my shoulders, and he pressed a soft kiss to my cheek, making me smile wide.

But our steps faltered, and we instinctively created some distance between us when we took in the tense atmosphere inside his house.

"Mama..."

I murmured, immediately stepping forward. I sat beside him on the couch, placing a comforting palm on his shoulder as he leaned forward, his face buried in his hands.

Then, I heard Aayush speak up, his voice firm and demanding.

"Enna nadakudhu inga? Yaaru neenga?"

(What's happening here? Who are you?)

Lifting my gaze, I saw an elder woman smirking at him before replying in a sharp tone,

"Yaaru neengalaam..? Romba nalla irukku. Adhu seri... amma maadhiri paiyan iruppaan"

(Who are you all? Interesting... a boy just like his mother)

Her words made my fists clench, and I could already see the way his jaw tightened. But before either of us could respond, Mama stood up, his sharp voice slicing through the room.

"Inga paaru, Arundhati!"

(Listen here, Arundhati!)

He snapped, straightening up with a glare.

"Enna enna venaa pesu... en paiyanayo, illa en Jaya'vayo yedhaadhu pesunaa, naan summa irukka maaten"

(Say whatever you want about me. But if you utter a single word about my Jaya or my son, I won't stay silent!)

I furrowed my brows deeply, rising to my feet as well, my gaze shifting between Mama and the woman.

Who is she?

"Nee pesaadha!"

(You don't speak!)

The woman's voice was sharp as she turned her gaze towards Mama.

"Amma, appa annike veetukku vandhuru'nu sollumbodhu vandhirundhanaa, idhellaa thevayaa?"

(If you had come home that day when our parents called you, was all this necessary?)

Her tone dripped with bitterness as she continued,

"Ipdi yaarume illaama thaniyaa kashta padradhukku... appa sonna maadhiri annike vera kalyanam panni, kudumbam, kozhandhainga'nu irundhirukalaam"

(Instead of struggling alone like this, you could have just gotten married back then, like our father said, and had a proper family with children by now)

I looked at her in utter disgust, unable to hide my reaction. But before I could say anything, Mama said,

"Enakkum kudumbam irukku, Arundhati" 

(I do have a family, Arundhati)

His eyes burned with restrained anger as he stepped forward.

"Nee'yo illa, un amma appa'oh mattum en kudumbam illa" 

(It's not just you and your parents who are my family)

"Ippo enakku en paiyan, marumaga, ava kudumbam'nu ellaame irukku" 

(Right now, I have my son, my daughter-in-law, and her family. That is my family)

Hearing his words, I immediately stood beside him in silent support. My eyes shifted to my parents, who were also glaring at Arundhati with anger and disgust. But what drew my attention next was Maya, standing beside her, her face twisted in fury.

"Marumagalaa?" 

(Daughter-in-law?) 

The woman scoffed, her smirk widening as she looked at Mama with sharp eyes.

"Naan sonnadha marandhuttiyaaa?" 

(Did you forget what I told you?)

She crossed her arms and continued in a firm voice, 

"Un peru'le irukka en appa sothu ellaam enakku vara maadhiri pannu" 

(Transfer all of my father's property from your name to mine)

I frowned.

"Enakku avlodha venu" 

(That's all I want)

The audacity of this woman—walking in here and demanding something like this so shamelessly. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, but Mama stayed unsettlingly composed, his jaw tightening as he processed her words.

Then, after a few minutes of silence, mama exhaled sharply, his eyes darkening with suppressed anger. 

"Seri, ell.." 

(Alright, I..)

But before he could finish, Professor stepped forward, cutting him off, asking again,

"Paa, yaaru ivanga?" 

(Dad, who is she?) 

His voice was calm, but the tension in his tone was unmistakable.

Mama gulped and turned towards him, hesitating for a second before answering, 

"Naan solleerken'le? Un aththa adhu ivanga dha... Maya oda amma" 

(Didn't I already tell you? She's your aunt... Maya's mother)

Professor's gaze flickered towards Maya, who was already watching me. I glared at her, but she only smirked and looked away, shifting her attention back to her mother as she said,

"Naan onnu inga uravu kondaada varla" 

(I didn't come here for emotional reunions)

We didn't anticipate that reunion either.

I thought, glaring at her.

"En appa sothu un perla irukku adha en perla, illanaa en ponnu perla eludhi vai. Naan kelambeete irukken" 

(My father's property is in your name. Transfer it to me, or at least to my daughter. That's all I'm here for. I'll be on my way once it's done)

My father, who had been quietly observing until now, finally spoke up, his voice firm.

"Adhepdi'nga unga ponnu perla eludhi vakka mudiyum?" 

(How can he transfer it to your daughter?)

He took a step forward, looking straight into Arundhati's eyes. 

"Samandhi oda appa, avarukku kudutha sotha, unga ponnu perla epdi eludhi vakka mudiyum?"

(The property was given to my samandhi by his father, how can it now be transferred to your daughter?)

Arundhati turned her gaze towards him, her smirk slowly fading, as she said,

"Idhu enakkum, avarukku nadakkardhu... theva illaama moonaadhu manushan.. nee thalayidaadha"

(This is between him and me... you, the third man, don't need to interfere)

Aayush and I took an instinctive step forward, anger surging through us, but Mama's hand shot out, gripping his wrist tightly. I stopped too, watching the scene unfold with a clenched jaw.

And mama's voice dropped dangerously low. 

"Moonaadhu manushan inga avaru illa, Arundhati. Nee dha moonaadhu manushi" 

(The third person here isn't him, Arundhati. You are that)

His eyes burned with fury as he continued, 

"Enga family kulla vandhu, enga veetlaye vandhu ninnutu, engalaye third person'nu solluviyaa nee?"

(You dare stand in our house, among our family, and call us outsiders?)

But instead of flinching, Arundhati let out a cold chuckle.

"Unga veedaa?" 

(Your house?) 

She asked, before saying,

"Idhu en appa sambaarchu kattuna veedu. Unna ithana varshamaa inga avaru irukka vittadhey thappu. Idhula un veedu'nu vera soldra?" 

(This is the house my father built with his hard-earned money. The only mistake was letting you live here for all these years. And now you have the audacity to call it your house?)

The air in the room turned heavy, and I could feel the storm building between them.

Our gazes shifted to Mama, who stood firm and resolute as he softly said,

"Ennaala indha veeda yaarukkume kudukka mudiyadhu, Arundhati" 

(I cannot give anyone this house, Arundhati)

She scoffed before smirking and saying,

"Kudukka mudiyadhaa? Seri.."

(You can't give it? Fine...)

I frowned, and she continued, 

"Appo un paiyana en ponnuku kalyanam panni kudu. Avanukku vara vendiya sothu ellaame en ponnuku vara maadhiri pannu" 

(Then marry your son to my daughter and make sure all his rightful properties comes to her)

Everyone gasped upon hearing her shocking demand, and I looked at Aayush, whose hands were fisted, and at Mama, who was staring at his sister with an emotionless, straight face, making me panic.

Please, Mama, don't leave my side.

I looked at him, my eyes welling up with tears.

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