Agni reached out, her fingers fumbling to undo the blindfold that Aryan had playfully tied around her eyes. She was eager to see the dish they had prepared together, but Aryan stopped her with a gentle but firm grip.
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Iru iru
Aryan rushed to finish the presentation of their culinary masterpiece. He had a dual purpose in blindfolding Agni. Firstly, it was a fun way to enhance her sensory experience while cooking. Secondly, it had a practical aspect – it made it easier to hide any mishaps along the way.
With a joyful and theatrical flair, Aryan finally removed her blindfold.
Ippo paaru!
Agni squinted as the light hit her eyes, and Aryan, noticing her discomfort, kindly handed her glasses. As she adjusted to the sudden clarity, her eyes fell upon the masterpiece before her: a breathtaking strawberry cake. It was almost too beautiful to eat — and to have been made by her.
Realizing what must have transpired in the background, Agni slowly turned her gaze towards Aryan with a playful glare. He responded with an innocent blink, feigning ignorance.
Yenna achu?
Adhae dhan naanum kekren, na kanna mudhi irundhapo yenna achu?
His shoulders lifted in a nonchalant shrug,
Onnum nadakala'ye
Sathiyama sollu, idha naane senjae'na?
Agni pressed, her arms crossed, a look of mock sternness on her face. Aryan placed his palm on his head and swore profusely,
Sathiyama nee dhan senjae!
Appo en mela sathiyam pannu
Agni held her stance, waiting. Aryan's eyes widened even more, resembling saucers, and he let out a nervous laugh. Desperate to divert her attention, he offered a spoonful of the cake to her.
Yaar senja yenna? Sapda nalla iruku'lae? Adhane ma mukkiyam?
Agni continued to scrutinize him as she took a bite of the cake. Her expression transformed as the flavor swept over her senses, and she finally released him, saying with a playful smile,
Cake'uhkaga summa vidhren
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In the dimly lit living room, Aryan and Agni found themselves unable to resist stealing glances at each other. The only sources of light were the faint glow emanating from the television and the tantalizing strawberry cake placed strategically between them. The air was thick with tension, a palpable force that neither could ignore.
