𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥

3

Escape
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Idhu na unakaga paakurae 6th ponnu, dheivasenju ok panniru da

( this is the 6th girl we're going to meet, please agree to her)

Vasundhara pleads to her son as the car comes to a stop in front of the temple where the bride's family agreed for both the families to meet.

Please da

Siddharth stares at his mother with poker face,

Try panren

( I will try my best)

He deadpans increasing Vasundhara's worry,

They both get down from the car and find the wedding broker waiting outside at the temple for them. He waves his hand as Vasundhara spots him and drags Siddharth along with her.

Vandhutangala?

( Are they here?)

Innum illa ma, vandhutu irukennu sonnanga

( They're on their way)

Not punctual, and that itself turns him off.

Namaku indha family set aagadhu, va polam

( This family won't set for us, let's go)

Siddharth pulls his mother's hand only to be smacked on his arm,

Yedhavadhu panni sodhapuradhu'la ye iru! 

( You're always looking for a reason to spoil these!)

The broker chuckles earning a glare from Siddharth,

Avanga yedho traffic'la maatirupanga thambi

( They must be stuck in traffic)

Adhuku'nu late'ah varlama? Nangalum dhan traffic'la stuck agi vandhom,nanga punctual'ah varla?

( That doesn't mean that they could come here late? We too were stuck in traffic, are'nt we here on time?)

Says Siddharth who deliberately faked sleeping in the morning, took extra time to come out of bath and leisurely groomed himself so that the bride's family would leave assuming that the groom isn't coming. Little did he expect them to be worst than him.

Vasundhara glares at her son looking over her shoulder,

Avanga nalliki varaikum nambala wait panna vechalum,namba nindhu ponna patuthu dhan porom  

( Even if it takes them a day, we wait)

She strictly orders making Siddharth's eyes go wide.

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After circumambulating the temple, Vasundhara came searching for Siddharth and finds him sitting by the mandap, swinging his legs and playing games in his phone. She shakes her head at him before applying a thin line of sacred ash in his forehead and shoves some pongal into his mouth.

Right then, they both hear giggling sounds and look up. 

The ultimately famous biker did not fail to catch attentions for his look, three girls whom were openly sighting at him walks past Siddharth with grinning. Siddharth presses his lips into a thin-smile and ignores drifting his attention back to his game. Whereas,