Disclaimer
This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the popular show cook with comali 2. The description of incidents in this story is fictional and entirely unrelated to the persons after whom the characters are named. The story is only an imaginary plot with my take on ashaangi. This is not to hurt anyone or affect their personal space. This is purely a fictional plot that is not recommended to connect with real-life incidents.
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I think I should probably add a constant apology note along with my disclaimer in every chapter! Anywhoooo I am investing most of my time into doing something very important and this is how it is going to be for a good few months. Please bear with my irregular updates and I appologise in advance for not keeping up a schedule💜
Okay now, long chapter ahead! Enjoy! 💜
20
The hall was filled with near and dear ones of Pugaz and Priya. It was a special day indeed for the entire team of CWC as well who had made all the way to Cuddalore to be part of their engagement. Pugaz was probably the first one to be betrothed amongst the youngster's team of CWC. He was all nervous as he stood there on the stage waiting for the bride. Ashwin and Rakshan along with Sakthi accompanied Pugaz on the stage. Bala, sarath and others were busy coordinating with the even management team to do some last minute changes. Ashwin stood next to Pugaz like the perfect groomsman not letting go of a single chance to pull his leg while Rakshan and Sakthi were busy working behind them on the stage.
"Enna machan! Kal lam nandungura mari teridhu!" He commented with a suppressed laugh as he tried to click a selfie with him.
(Looks like someone's legs are wobbly!)
"En da solla mata! Engalukum kalam varum apo iruku unaku maple! Unna anniki pathukureyn!" Pugaz said with his eyes fixed on the entryway giving the least attention to what the man next to him was up to.
(I'll get my turn soon! Let's see what to tell then!)
Ashwin had clicked a pic of him laughing at an anxious Pugaz standing to his left. He opened his insta account and put a story tagging him with a caption "Mapla ready! ponnu ready ah?"
(Groom is up and ready! What about the bride?)
Ashwin wore a solid yellow kurta with a full sleeve that he had rolled up right below his elbow. It was stitched to fit him perfectly in the same fabric that was handpicked by Sivaangi, not knowing that it was for him. His kurta was paired with off-white, dhoti-style stitched pants and Anusha had picked a pair of designer shoes to go with it. He wore his signature brown strap watch. His hair and beard were impeccably groomed and he kept the look simple and neat.
Once he was done posting the story his eyes were scanning through the hall in search of her.
"Enna mapla, ponnuku heavy ah searching pola?" Rakshan said as he walked back next to Ashwin after arranging a few things on the stage, looking at his story.
(What happened? Looks like someone is in search of a bride!)
"Ama! Enga da un thangachi?"
(Yea! Where is your sister?)
"Dho!" Rakshan said all of a sudden creating an adrenalish rush in Ashwins body.
(Here!)
"Enga da, enga?" Ashwin asked, strenuous looking for her in the room.
(Where! Where?!)
"Dho! Ipo dhan 1 hour munadi patheyn" He said, trying to control a big chuckle looking at the grown up kid next to him.
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