Ashaangi Short Stories

Ashaangi OS Vinmeen Vidhayil

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fiction based on the author's imagination and has nothing to do with the actual life of Ashwin Kumar and Sivaangi Krishnakumar. I repeat, this is a fictional work and the song belongs to the concerned musician.

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Ashaangi OS Vinmeen Vidhayil

A worn-out Ashwin stepped out of the car and bid bye to his friend with a weary smile before stepping inside his apartment building. It was 3:40 am in the morning and every single muscle in his body ached, wanting nothing but to rest his body after a tiring day of shoot.

Groaning loudly, Ashwin removed his shoes and walked inside his apartment switching on the living room light on his way. Unbuttoning his shirt, he stepped into kitchen, opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of ice water and chucked down quenching his thirst.

Ashwin walked into his room as he removed his shirt and dumped it in the laundry basket. He placed his mobile, ear pods and wallet on the bed side table before grabbing his clothes and slipped inside the washroom.

The hot shower helped Ashwin in relaxing his tensed muscle and sleep brimmed in his tired eyes as his whole body relaxed. Rubbing his eyes, he stepped out of his room and stared at the lonely living room which he has grown accustomed to in the past eight years of his life at Chennai.

Sighing to himself, Ashwin switched off the lights, walked back inside his room and slipped in the bed taking his mobile with him. He groaned as his tired body hit the bed. Pain and pleasure aroused in every muscle of his body as tiredness overtook him.

Ashwin tried to focus on his mobile screen but his eyes burned as sleep brimmed his eyes. He fought to keep his eyes open and scrolled down his schedule list e-mail. He heaved a tired sigh as he saw that he has his schedule full the next day.

Closing the schedule list, Ashwin groaned. He signed music videos and ad shoots in between his movie shoots so that he can stay in people's sight and entertain his fans rather than making them wait for his movie to release. He loves acting and he's grateful that he's busy with his professional work given he spent years yearning for it.

But Ashwin can see it affecting his health and personal life eventually. Well not that he's complaining. He's ready to do what it takes to achieve his dreams but tired nights like this makes him feel down.

Ashwin twisted his legs as pain shot through his limbs. He was on his feet for most of the day doing scenes and dance practice. His whole form from top to bottom was aching in pain and he wanted nothing but to sleep.

Ashwin's mobile was full of notifications from all of his social media accounts but he was too tired to open it. Fighting his drooping eyes open, he opened his whatsapp that had endless unread messages. His eyes fixed on the chat pinned at the top and his lips curled into a tired smile as his eyes twinkled on seeing an audio in the inbox.

Ashwin moved his tired fingers and clicked on Sivaangi's inbox which he saved as "Rowdy"

Rowdy: Ashwineyy, I hope you had a great day at shoot. Na ipo dhan veetuku vandhen. Sapten. My day was good. Neenga time ku saptrupinga nu nambure ilana na enoda rowdism ah kata vendiyatha irukum, Ashwineyy. Pathukonga. 👊

Rowdy: Inaiku quota ooda song coming in a minute. Ithula na cover panlam nu iruke. Ketu epdi iruku nu onga suggestion ah solunga. Thoongura munna amma send pana serum ah face ku poda marandhrathinga. Rest well. Good night Manna. 💜☃️