Mama's Love For His Kanmani

💙Husband and Wife❤️

Thaenmozhi scrunched her eyes in her sleep feeling a ticklish feel on her neck. She moaned to herself before turning to the other side but was not able to.

She slowly opened her eyes and found an arm around waist holding it tightly. She turned to the other side and found Vishal who had his face buried on her nape and having a peaceful sleep. He was sleeping on his stomach holding her next to him tightly not only by his arm, but also his leg. He had placed one of his leg over hers which made difficult for Thaenmozhi to move.

Thaenmozhi slowly took his leg from hers with her free hands and succeeded in it. She tried to come out of his hold on her waist but she struggled hard.

She turned to him completely while Vishal sensed movement of her in his sleep and hugged her back to him once she had turned to his side.

Vishal was only in his white vest and dhoti. Thaenmozhi had dressed back into her saree after their 'sleepless' night before jumping back to the bed to rest. Vishal tried to convince her to not get dressed as the saree might feel uncomfortable for her and get dressed the next day but she insisted that she would be ok in the saree.

Thaenmozhi tried to wake Vishal up looking at the clock with showed it was 5 minutes to 6. She patted Vishal's shoulders who groaned and opened his eyes slowly.

Vishal: Enna di?

He whined moving his face from her and turning the other side.

Thaenmozhi: Vidu mama.... Mani aachu! Kulikanum!

Vishal: Ippo-ve poitu enna panna pora? Pesama thoongu paapa!

Thaenmozhi: Aiyoo! Kalyanam mudinja modha naale naan late-ah pona nallava irukum? Vidu mama!

Vishal: Aiyooo adhulaam edhum nenaika maatanga di! Nee tired-ah irupa-nu avangaluku theriyum! Thoongu amaidhiya!

Thaenmozhi: Yov mama! Vidu ya!

Thaenmozhi shook her whole body struggling within his hold and Vishal had no options other than to let her free.

Thaenmozhi climbed down from the bed and stood on the floor stretching her arms wanting to get rid of the tiredness because of the tiring last night. Vishal yawned and stretched his arms leaning his back on the bed rest.

Vishal: Ipdiye-va poga pora?

Thaenmozhi looked down at herself and found the pleatings on her waist which was tucked out. She slapped her own forehead and started to pleat the saree correctly but heard a chuckle.

She lifted her head up and looked at Vishal who was chuckling at her reaction. And the scrunched flowers on him made her more irritated. She grabbed a pillow and threw at him and he bursted into laughter.

Thaenmozhi: Sirikadha mama! Unnala dhaan!

Vishal: Naan enna di pannen?

Thaenmozhi turned her head in a swift to him and stared at him in disbelief.

Thaenmozhi: Illa enaku purila? Enna panla nee?

Vishal: Aiyoo! Edho naan mattum idhellaam senja maadhiri solra?

Thaenmozhi: Dha.... Bha.... Aaaa.... Adhulaam nee solla koodadhu! Yen solra nee?

Vishal: Ippo enna?

Vishal questioned her casually lifting his right leg up and pulling it back on the bed again and again.

Thaenmozhi: Naan evlo plan pannitu vandhen theriyuma? Seekiram edhirichi nalla marumaga-la irukanum-nu plan poten!

Vishal: Ippo mattum enna? Seekiram dhaan endhichi iruka! Ini dhaan mella ellaarukum mulipu thattum!