Mama's Love For His Kanmani

💙Their desire❤️

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Thaenmozhi: Mama?

Vishal heard her voice. His throat felt dry just by hearing the way she addressed him. He gulped hard that it's gonna be hard for him to control himself.

Thaenmozhi: Mama, candle enga?

Her voice sounded like a whisper which made him shiver. He, with his shivering voice, said:

Vishal: Ka... Kattil pakkathula table mela irukum.....

He heard the sound of the bed and heard the sound of her anklets.

If it was some other person who heard the whispers, the bed creaking sound and the anklets, definitely the person must've ran away screaming for his life.

Definitely anyone will! It was dark and if the situation was this, anyone would get scared. But there Vishal was standing frightened because of something else.

He has noticed her very clearly that from the time she came to his house, she was a bit wierd with him. She was wantedly teasing him as he was being a good boy in his house, infront of his parents.

She was perfectly taking revenge for what all he did with her in her house, when she was with her parents.

And that was what making him scared.

He heard the sound of the matchstick catching fire and he saw the candle holding fire.

The whole room was lightened with that single candle and Vishal stared at that beautiful woman who slowly turned to him.

She was glowing in the only candle light. Her natural face shimmered and shinned like the moon. That smile on her face lightened her whole face more than the candle. He was staring at that beautiful creation of God.

Those big eyes of hers, her pointed parrot like nose, those thin but red lips which was curved up, that small bindi between her large black eyebrows, her uneven eyelashes! Those all made her look like a beautiful sculpture carved by an experienced artist.

'His mama was indeed an artist! An excellent one!' Vishal's subconscious said.

His eyes traced down to her and her visible waist caught his attention. His eyes bulged for a second but he was fast enough to close his eyes. He took in fast breaths to control himself and chanted God's name in his heart.

Vishal MV: Aanjaneya Aanjaneya Aanjaneya!

Thaenmozhi: Ennachu mama?

His trance was broken by her question. He stuttered gain himself and said:

Vishal: Ah... Mm.. onnum illa! Current poiduchi adhaan!

Thaenmozhi: Ohh! Eppo varum?

Vishal: Ippo konjam nerathula vandhurum......

Thaenmozhi: Cheri mama!

She nodded her head like a kid while Vishal winced at the word 'mama'.

Vishal MV: Dei Vishal-uh! Ava venum-ne ipdi seira da! Un weakness-ah vechi velayadura! Mayangadha! Appa paatharu, unaku paal dhaan!!!

His mind warned him from doing anything stupid. He didn't want to get yelled by his dear father.

Thaenmozhi opened her mouth to say something but the whole room got lightened by the tubelight.