𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥

52

Will she or not?
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Finally, the day for Siddharth's departure had come, and he was filled with anticipation. Siddharth had just emerged from the shower after a brisk bath when he was surprised to find Neha already awake.

Neha? Yen yelunjitae?

Nee yen ithana manniku kulichitu vara? Innum vidhiya kuda illa

Enaku early morning flight ma, ippo kelamba arambichadhan correct'ah iruku-

Yen en kitta onnume solala?

Siddharth paused in the midst of combing his hair, his gaze fixed on Neha's reflection as she leaned against the headboard. He couldn't ignore the expression on her face, and it stirred a sense of guilt within him, even though he couldn't pinpoint a specific reason for it.

Siddharth turned around to Neha,

Illa na nethu veetuku vandhapo nee thungitae, adhan kalaila yeluppi sollikalamnu...

Neha concealed her disappointment with a forced smile, nodding her head as she hopped off the bed and headed to the restroom.

Siddharth continued to prepare himself and his luggage, but his conscience nagged at him. Despite their busy schedules over the past two weeks, he should have informed Neha about his departure. Siddharth mentally made a note to both avoid repeating this mistake and to apologize to Neha.

However, when Neha emerged from the restroom, she wordlessly headed downstairs even before Siddharth could make a move. She wasn't angry, but she couldn't help feeling a bit more than just a tad disappointed by the rather lackluster farewell Siddharth had planned.

As Siddharth made his way downstairs, he discovered that Neha had prepared breakfast for him – a simple yet thoughtful meal consisting of bread and a beverage.

Neha-

Saaptu po Siddharth

She said and went back into the kitchen.

Siddharth continued to watch her as she tirelessly cleaned, and she, in turn, didn't once glance in his direction. The prolonged silent treatment began to weigh on Siddharth, and he let out an exasperated sigh before finally deciding to join her in the kitchen.

Neha?

Hmm?

Yenna paaru

Neha glanced at Siddharth and arched her eyebrows,

Yedhachum venuma?

Na unta pesnalae yedachum venumnu dhan arthama?

Neha furrowed her brows, pausing her scrubbing of the utensils. She rinsed her hands and turned around, wearing a puzzled expression.

Siddharth closed the gap between them, his steps uncertain, and reached out with trembling hands to gently cup Neha's cheeks. She was taken aback by his touch, and a shiver ran through her as Siddharth tightened his grip. Gathering his resolve, he finally spoke, his voice filled with sincerity,

Rendhu vaarama neraya practice, en mind full'ah adhula dhan irundhuchu. Sathiyama marandhuten. Nerthu sollalamnu dhan vandhen but nee thoongite, enaku yelupa manasu varlae

Neha blinked in confusion in response to his words. Siddharth lowered his head to her eye level, trying to bridge the gap of understanding.

Na unna marakalae