Bodyguard of the Heiress

Chapter 80

Thooriga

Smart move, Mama. I wasn't expecting this.

Raj walked into our bedroom dragging our trolley bags behind him in both hands, looking around the room. I took silent steps behind him before hoping and wrapping my hands around his shoulders.

"Hey, Papa, enna panra?" He left the handles of the trolley bags and held my thighs without letting me slip off. (What are you doing?)

"Appadiye... Nenjukule Innarunnu... padikittu, ennai uppumootai thookitu room tour kodu." I wrap my legs around his waist from behind. (Take me on a piggyback room tour as you sing a song.)

He turned his head to look at me and pulled my hands front to balance me properly without strangling him. "Ithu kooda nyabagam iruka?" He rubbed his nose against my cheeks. (You remember this too?)

"Marakum ah Nenjam?" I kissed the tip of his nose. (Can I ever forget?)

He twirled us several times before stopping. "Intha suthi katunathu pothum ah?" (Is this enough?)

"Mokka podama suthi kaatu, Mama." (The joke was too blunt, Mama.)

"Suthi kata enna iruku?" He carried me and ran around the room. "Inga walk-in closet iruku athu kula bathroom iruku antha pakkam balcony iruku." (What is there to give a tour? There is a walk-in closet, a bathroom connected to it and here is a balcony.)

"Haan. Dance venum ah dance iruku. Fight venum ah fight iruku. Poo ma." I slid off him and he removed his shoes before falling face down on bed. "Enna mama paduthuta." I crawl and sit next to him, shaking him. (Haan. Don't be a spoilt sport, Mama. Why are you lying down?)

"Chumma oru five minutes." He pulled me closer and rested his head on my lap. (Just for five minutes.)

"Just a minute." I lifted his head, cradling in my hand and sat properly before placing his head comfortably on my lap. "Are you feeling tired?"

"Nah. Just giving rest to my eyes." He rolled to lay on his back.

He will never agree.

Since our childhood days he always hides his tiredness and pain which led him to hide the most painful moment in his life. I caress his hair and peck on his forehead. His breathing even indicating he has fallen asleep while 'giving rest to his eyes'.

I really don't know when he is going to change this attitude.

Only when we share something the burden will be reduced and if there is a problem a different perspective of solution can be discussed. But no, he would never do that but pent up everything into himself. I know that he didn't tell me the entire truth and was trying to hide his stress.

When I heard him punching something in the flight cabin I went to check on him but Jagan bro handled him. Realising he is going to the lavatory, I hurried back to my cabin and pretended like I was watching television with Tanya. When he left after talking with Mohan bro and Madan, I went behind him and helped him forget everything except me. What I'm doing for him is less compared to what he is doing for me.

"Thoori, adam pidikatha ithu konjam mattum sapudu. Mathira podanum." My mom tried to feed me when I was sick. (Thoori, eat properly without throwing a tantrum. You need to take medicine.)

"Enaku poothum." I pushed her hands away not wanting to eat the tasteless food. (Enough. I'm full.)

"Papa," Raj mama entered the house hesitantly, looking around the house. "Mama," I called out to him and tried to get down from the top of the dining table but it was too tall for me to jump off it. As I was running away from eating, mom lifted me and seated me on the dining table, moving the chairs away from my reach.