பொறுக்கி / Gangster [Under Editing]

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(If you can't read what I have written, then it is in tanglish. I gave an English translation under it)

Na mela yeri en class "ECE B" ku ponen. Na ulla ponona back bench girls enna pathi rendu boys kita gossip pesuvanga. Avungala gossip gang nu sollalam. Na yaaraiyum paaka virumbala yenna yaaru yaaru epdi nu enaku teriyum. Last bench la oru payan curly hair oda thaadi vechutu, height kooda enna vida oru 5 inch tha irukum. Enna paathu smirk panuvan. Avan friends kathuvanga. Sila friends poramaila kanduka maatanga. Enna nadanthalum enagaluku semester tha mukiyam nu first bench boys padipanga. Adhe category tha naanum. Na oru first bench student. Epodhum En specs ah adjust panitae irupen. Wavy hair tha romba Neelam kooda kadaiyathu. Konjom konjom Anga Anga pimples undu. En peru Lakshmi. En classmates kulla enaku inoru peru iruku, "Ajay oda heart-thief"

I stepped up the stairs to my class, "ECE B." Once I entered the class, I noticed some gossiping girls at the back bench with two boys talking about me. I didn't want to look up at everyone because I knew about each person in the class. A guy in the last bench with messy curly hair, a beard, and just 5 inches taller than me always threw a smile my way. His friends were yelling, and some of the guys were sighing. The boys in the first bench had nothing to do with that; they were busy with semester preparation from the start. I'm also one of them. I'm a first bench student with always adjusting specs, wavy average hair, and a few pimples. My name is Lakshmi, but my classmates refer to me as "Ajay's Heart-Thief."

Ahma, andha last bench surutta mudi payanuku enna romba pudikum. "I love you" nu straight ah en face ah paathu solitu poitan. En reply kooda kekala. Avan peru ennado first lover oda name. Na en first love ah nerula paathathu ilaa. Ivanoda personality avana maariye iruku. Ajay oda friends en reply ah keka avana thalli vitanga. Enaku oru gangster ah love panradhu prechana ilaa. Avanukum oru heart iruku but na reply panadho romba rude ah irunthuchu. "Na last bench rowdy ah love panna virumbala" en vartha romba thadumaaruchu. Enna tha pesuren nu enake puriyala. Avan yedhum thappa nenachukaama smile panitu, Avan deep voice ah low panni sonan, " Un husband epdi irukanum nu solriyo andha maari na enna maathikuren" Avan enna sonaalum attractive ah irukum Avan personality en first lover maariyr iruka naala enaku andha nimisham irunthathu ellam bayam tha. Avan sonnadha na othukala, "Unna yaaru ipdiye accept panrangalo avungala nee love Pannu" apdinu solitu mulichen. Correct ah tha pesurena nu teriyala. Avan sonna, "Nee enoda keeper. Nee enna sonalum na seiven" apdinu solitu poitan. Enaku puriyala. Na keeper ah? Epoo? Epdi? Indha confusion la enaku pesa varala.

Yes, the last bench curly-haired guy is in love with me. He confessed his love straight to my face, saying, "I love you." He didn't ask for my reply. However, his name is the same as my first love's name, someone I never met in real life. This person, Ajay, has a personality that feels familiar to me. His friends pushed him to ask for my reply. I didn't want to fall in love with a gangster, even though I know he has a heart, but I replied rudely to ignore him. My words stumbled, "I don't want to fall in love with the last bench guy." I bit my lip. What the heck was I saying? But he smiled and lowered his deep voice, "What expectations do you have for your future husband? I can change myself to be yours." Whatever he said sounded attractive. I admit, he is an attractive person in my eyes. In every way, he resembles my first love's personality, but I refused his words. "Look, you should love a girl who accepts you as you are," I said, blinking. Whether I spoke right or wrong, I didn't know. All I felt was nervousness. He sighed, "You are my keeper. I'll do whatever you say." He said this and walked away. I was confused. I asked myself, "Am I a keeper? When and where?"

Romba naal kalichu avana pathi oru vishiyam terinjikiten. Apoo ennaku Avana paathu pesa endha varthaiyum ilaa. Andha nerathula na panna ore vishiyam..."kiss".

After some days, I found out something about him that left me speechless. All I did was kiss him.

Read the story to know how she hated him but kissed a gangster.