My Beating Heart

Chapter 35 - The understanding

Rating: 16+ (I think , not sure, edhukkum pottu vaipom, eppadiyum yaarum madhikka poradhilla... )

Sivaangi crunched her face as the ray of sunshine that creeped into the room between the dancing curtains hit her. 

She turned her face away from the window towards her favorite spot, his chest or back but all she could find was empty air.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the vacant space next to her

"Looks like not even a demotion could stop this man" she mumbled while letting out an involuntary sigh.

She looked at the clock it, it showed 9:30 am, the empty house some how felt extra empty today that she felt like she wanted to run away some where or cry her heart out.

Just then the rumbling and pulling in her stomach indicated that she was getting ready for that month's visit.

She slowly walked towards her room, kept the menstrual cup for sterilization and finished bathing too along with her usual morning chores, before helping herself with the cup.

According to her the biggest man made invention is the menstrual cup, something that reduces her period sufferings by multiple folds. 

At first she was skeptical, it even felt disgusting, but now aside from Tarika her cup is her best friend.

She came out of the room and opened her wardrobe trying to choose which pyjama to wear that day with utter irritation, when a thought hit her.

She closer her ward robe door and rushed to their bedroom and opened his.

Her eyes rummaged through the set of shirts, t shirts and sweat shirts he owned. As a complete contrast to her character who loves buying clothes, Ashwin is a minimalist for whom clothes are a requirement and not a luxury. She continued to look around the various shades of whites and blacks with a sigh.

"Cha orey black and white padam maari irukku, first uh ivara kootitu shopping ponum, nalla orange, purple, yellow indha color laam dress vaangi kudukanum, oru doctor ward robe maariya irukku, secret service agent odadhu maari irukku shei.." she yapped while picking out his favorite black t shirt with white stripes on it.

She removed her towel and wore just the tshirt and looked at her reflection in the mirror. With wet wavy hair falling on side of her face and his t shirt that looked oversized on her, she herself liked the way she looked.

"Paravalla, nammalum hot ah dhaan irukom, enga indha manushan dhaan kandukave maatengaranee" she sighed and came out of the room happily walking around wearing just his t shirt.

She made herself a cup of coffee just like Ashwin had taught her, came and sat on the living room sofa and switched on the tv, when she heard the front door lock, unbolting.

"Ayiyo, ivaru hospital polaya? " she squealed getting up from the sofa.

She ran here and there not knowing whether to sit back or go to her room or his room, trying to pull his t shirt that was just above her mid thigh further down.

Knowing that she was too late to go anywhere, she sat back with knees folded backwards under her, she pulled the tshirt down trying to cover as much as she can and used the sofa cushion to cover the rest. She adjusted her face as casual as possible, took her coffee cup and started drinking it casually.

"Morning " he said with a smile without looking properly at her, concentrating on the shoe and sock he was wearing.

If she was hot and sexy, he looked like a perfectly sculpted statue in white work out tank top and black tracks and a small towel around his neck that did nothing to cover his sweat glistening body which forced her to take a hard gulp.