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2: Lunamovas

Ashwin wasn't joking when he said that he would be the most punctual person Diya could ever come across. He might not have made a good impression on his first day but he made it his point that every other days are perfect. 

Unlike the mundane routine that engulfs most individuals, Ashwin approached his workday with an eager anticipation, akin to attending a vibrant college cultural. Every morning held the promise of catching a glimpse of Diya as she gracefully passed him by. In those fleeting moments, an unspoken connection was forged, exchanged through a subtle smile.

On the days when fortune is on his side, Diya would even utter a soft "good morning," Ashwin cherished these precious encounters. The simple gesture, held the power to brighten his world and set the rhythm for the hours ahead. In the realm of their shared workspace, where deadlines and meetings held sway, Ashwin found solace in those stolen moments of connection.

For Ashwin, the blissful joy of witnessing Diya's presence surpassed any accolades or achievements that work could offer. It was in these quiet exchanges, those shared glances and fleeting words, that he discovered a profound happiness, like a hidden treasure found amidst the chaos of the everyday.

Yov Partner!

Without sparing a glance towards Sarath, Ashwin's lips hummed a tune, his attention wholly captivated by Diya's presence. Papers scattered across her desk, an intricate maze of tasks, while a simple pen secured her tousled hair in a charmingly messy bun atop her head. 

Ashwin's sigh escaped gently, a longing embedded within it, as he yearned to approach her, to delicately remove the pen and run his fingers through those dark tresses. Curiosity enveloped him, wondering whether her hair would be soft to the touch, or if the pen had entwined itself in a gentle tangle. The desire to know burned within him, an eagerness that whispered of untold possibilities.

Avangaluku divorce achu'nu solliyum, ipdhi'ya paakuradhu?

( I told you she's a divorcee, and you're still gawking at her like that?)

Ashwin finally turns to Sarath with a grave face,

Nee pinnadhi nindhu Oo solriya, Oo Oohm Solriya paattiye, adhu mattum?

( You were watching Oo Solriya, Oo Oohm Solriya at the back, how is that right? )

Sarath makes a jerking movement with his shoulders to have been caught, 

Adhu vera idhu vera

( It's different)

Yenna vera?

( What difference?)

Na paakuradhu Samantha'vuku theriyadhu, nee paakradhu paatchaiya theriyudhu

( Samantha doesn’t know that I watch her, but here the entire office knows how you watch Diya)

Ashwin adorably shrugs,

Theriyatum, ennaku prechana illa

( Let them know, I don't mind)

When Sarath revealed the truth about Diya's past, Ashwin found himself caught between conflicting emotions. The news of her recent divorce, two years ago, stirred a mixture of sentiments within him. On one hand, a flicker of happiness ignited within his heart, knowing that she was now single and unattached.

Yet, underlying that feeling was a profound concern for the pain and challenges she must have endured during and after the dissolution of her marriage.

In the depths of his being, Ashwin struggled to articulate his thoughts. He grappled with the complexity of his emotions, uncertain whether he should be elated or empathetic. But one thing remained steadfast: his unwavering admiration for Diya.