𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥

49

Honeymoon
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Well done, Siddharth!

Siddharth's coach offered a hearty congratulation, clapping him on the back. It was a triumphant moment, one that felt like a surge of energy coursing through his veins. Siddharth lifted the helmet from his head. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead as he grinned with genuine appreciation. He brushed aside his sweaty hair, feeling the rush of accomplishment and the familiar thrill of the race still tingling in his veins.

Thank you coach

Aprom by the way, solla marundhuten. Unnodha international tournament ku date vandhuruchi

Yeppo coach?

Next month, Paris'la

Paris'ah?

Paris'ah?!

Chitti's sudden shriek pierced through the ambient chatter, turning heads and grabbing the attention of everyone around him. Siddharth and Ram, not amused by the outburst, shot him a stern glare. Realizing the disruption he had caused, Chitti quickly shifted from surprise to an embarrassed, sheepish smile, attempting to smooth over the situation.

Pinna yenna da? Unaku kalyanam agi ippodhan oru maasam, adhukula Paris ponumna?! Enaku therinju unga amma inime una parrys corner kuda Neha illama poga vidha mattanga!

Siddharth couldn't help but groan and pout in exasperation. Both he and Neha had believed that getting married would bring some peace to their lives, but to their dismay, Vasundhara's demands seemed to have only intensified. It had reached a point where she expected them to always stick to each other. In fact, nowadays, Siddharth found himself responsible for picking up and dropping Neha at the hospital. If he didn't, Vasundhara would nag him incessantly, claiming that he was getting too spoiled by spending so much time at home. Even Joseph, at times, felt sorry for Siddharth.

Adhunala dhane da unkita help kekuren? Yedhuna idea irundha kudhungada?

Idhuku illaya oru end'uh?

Ram asked.

Correct'uh macha, ivanukum ivanga amma'kum idea theva padha modhu mattum dhan namba venum

Chitti said, causing Siddharth's pout to deepen. He heaved a huge sigh before going, 

Macha, please macha please macha please macha please macha..

It went and went until Ram couldn't take it anymore. Chitti was more used to this than Ram in this.

Nee indha honeymoon lam polaya?!

Ivanuku kalyanam panni vekkava naaku thaliruchu, idhula honeymoon vera?

Chitti mumbled earning a glare from Siddharth.

Pesama honeymoon'nu sollitu, Neha'va yum kutitu va.

Ram made a suggestion, desperate to put an end to the never-ending tape. His ears felt like they were on the verge of bleeding. Siddharth contemplated Ram's idea, realizing it might just be the solution they needed. Without wasting a moment, he abruptly stood up from the bar stool, his attention fixed on his mobile. Ram and Chitti called after him in curiosity and concern.