Celebration
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Happy Birthday Vikram!
Seeing Akshara at the doorstep holding a birthday cake in a red sleeveless saree, Vikram was taken aback. Blinking in surprise, he didn't know how to react. Akshara, noticing his confusion, grew concerned.
Yennachu Vikram?
Na first'uh ulla varatuma?
Akshara suddenly realized he was still standing at the doorstep, so she quickly apologized and ushered him inside. Vikram walked straight to his room, placing his bag on the bed. Returning to Akshara with uncertainty, he awkwardly accepted the cake from her hand, while she continued to stare at him.
Thank you, cut panlama?
However, Akshara soon realized that Vikram was merely suggesting the cake-cutting for the sake of it, probably because she had made the cake and he felt obliged to cut it. Observing this, she gently took hold of his wrist as soon as Vikram placed the cake on the table in the middle of the living room. She made him face her and asked,
Nee un birthday'va celebrate panna maatiya?
Vikram's eyebrows twitched slightly at how fast she found it out. He avoided her gaze for a moment before responding,
Actually Akshara inniki en birthday kedhaiyadhu, en birthday yeppo'nu enaku theriyadhu
Akshara cocked her head to the side, and Vikram responded with a casual shrug,
It's just the day someone abandoned me
Adha yen nee apdhi paakrae?
Vera yepdhi paakanum?
It's also the day you were found, rather than never. Unna vittutuponnavanga nenachirundha unna yenna venalum pannirukalam, but they left you to be found. Apdhi paakalamae?
Vikram looked up at Akshara, who smiled at him with her arms crossed over her chest.
I am very grateful that this day happened, illana nee enaku kedachirukae mattae
That's when they both realized that they were so near each other that they could hear each other's heartbeats, creating a symphony of emotions in the quiet room. The unspoken tension lingered, connecting them in a moment where time seemed to slow down. The air crackled with an unexpected energy, making the atmosphere feel charged with an unexplored intensity.
Oru friend'ah, well-wisher'ah, husband'ah..
Akshara stuttered when Vikram smirked, playfully enjoying her blush. Recovering quickly tucking her hair behind her ears, she took the knife and handed it to him, their fingers briefly brushing against each other, creating a subtle yet electrifying connection.
So cheer up and celebrate this day. Because nee yenna sonalum seri, Today is your birthday!
Vikram chuckled, as Akshara clapped her hands and sang he cut the cake and fed her a piece. Before Vikram thanked her, she stopped him and said,
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