Such arguments had become a frequent occurrence over the past week. Aryan and Agni found themselves in these brief, passionate moments of romance, often stealing kisses and hugs. While they hadn't yet put their feelings into words, they were both actively exploring and evolving the emotions that had developed between them.
Agni pushed Aryan away, eliciting a chuckle from him. As she attempted to stand up from the couch, he swiftly trapped her again, his hands on either side of her head. Both of them were breathing heavily, and Aryan gazed at her teasingly, while Agni raised her finger in a warning gesture,
Venam... Sonna kelu..
Her warning was abruptly cut short as Aryan's slender fingers persistently tickled her. Agni burst into laughter, her giggles sounding like that of a delighted child. She playfully squirmed and tried to push his hands away, but her efforts were in vain.
Aryan couldn't help but adore the sight and sound of her laughter, a stark contrast to her usual stern demeanor. Here she was, sprawled on the couch in her cabin suite, her hair tousled, tears of mirth streaming down her cheeks.
Agni started coughing and Aryan stopped, he patted her head before helping her sit up. The first thing she did was to screw his ear,
THAT IS NOT HOW YOU WIN!
She gave him a good scolding for the cheating he pulled during their game of cards. But then, in a classic Aryan move, he distracted her with a round of tickling that turned into a virtual battlefield, and somewhere along the way, there were hickeys involved.
Valikudhu ma!
She released his ear, and Aryan pouted before flopping his body onto Agni's, resting his head on her shoulder. She couldn't help but suppress a smile, then playfully nudged him with her elbow.
Kelambalama? Romba late'achu.
Veetuku poi yenna panna porae? Konja neram ingaye irukalam, iru
Agni couldn't help but roll her eyes. Aryan seemed to have an aversion to doing things the right way, especially when it came to anything time-related. He struggled to go to bed at a reasonable hour, which in turn made it nearly impossible for him to wake up on time and get to the office punctually.
It was as if he had a personal vendetta against time itself, and he was determined to avoid following its rules at all costs.
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