He makes my heart flutter!💓

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Renukha

My results have been published and I have scored 501 out of 600. But my parents, especially, my mother was still disappointed in me. She expected me to be the school first. I cried the whole day even when my mark was an adequate one.

I have really tried my best and have utilized my time effectively in preparing for the examination. Yet, my parents weren't satisfied with it.

I have turned my phone off that day as many of my lost relatives would find my number and enquire about my marks.

I hadn't conversed with Karthik on that day either. But I know he must have known about my mark through his mother.

On the next day, when I did turn on my mobile, there were several messages from my friends and relatives, asking me about my mark. I ignored all other messages and opened Karthik's one.

He had congratulated and appreciated me for scoring this much mark. Only then did I smile. How is it that the people who literally raised me, couldn't make me happy but the person, who, most of the time strays away from me has the power to put a smile on my face?

Also, there had been messages from him in the evening, querying about my offline status. I attested to him about my parents displeasure and he replied with this exact line.

"Renu! Why do you care about your parent's opinion when your husband is proud of you!" I swear, I had blushed profusely that my lips hurt due to the amount of stretching it underwent.

He really has the magic within him to keep me delighted, always.

At the moment, it's the night before my eighteenth birthday. I was crying again. During the dinner, I had a dispute with my mother. She continuously pestered me to go for NEET coaching while I stubbornly refused.

She persisted in her torment, and I replied that I would intentionally fail in the NEET entrance exam If she pushes me to write it. On that, she got furious and pinched and beat my arm so hard, that it was really painful.

My father was the one who somehow stopped her. Then my sister applied ointment on the wound, and attempted her best to console me. Afterward, when my wailing decreased a bit, she kissed my forehead and left the room.

But the second she vacated the room, I couldn't help crying harder. I yearned for Karthik now. It would have been nice If I have his shoulder to cry on...um...he wouldn't let me cry though. He would crack jokes to make me smile otherwise he would kiss me till my tears lock themselves in.

Nevertheless, the fact that Karthik wasn't beside me now urged my heart to hurt even more that there was a slight physical pain emerged in my chest.

Sprawled out on the bed, I proceeded to weep and hadn't realized when the tears of agony had drowned me in sleep.

I was awakened by the buzzing of my mobile. My face felt heavy due to the stained tears and my head felt like a bunch of stones has been placed above it.

Rubbing my eyes, I took the phone and through my foggy vision, I glanced at the screen. It was a call from my Karthik.

Immediately, I attended to it and was met with a voice that had soaked itself into the core of my soul. "Crazy, open the door" I momentarily frowned, perplexed by his words.

But due to the aftermath of my slumber, I obliged without any further questions and sleepily sauntered to the door. Upon unlocking it, I found nothing but murkiness. I was about to scold Karthik and looked at the phone.

How dare him! He had disconnected the call.

All of a sudden, lights were turned on, and astounding me, there appeared Karthik, Kannagi akka, Ryan anna, and Ramya akka. Behind them, with smiling faces, stood my parents and there was a huge gift box placed beside them on the floor.