The forever kind of love story!

Chapter 27

Disclaimer

This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the popular show cook with comali 2. The description of incidents in this story is fictional and entirely unrelated to the persons after whom the characters are named. The story is only an imaginary plot with my take on ashaangi. This is not to hurt anyone or affect their personal space. This is purely a fictional plot that is not recommended to connect with real-life incidents.

(P.S: I suggest you read the last few paras of the previous chapter to get the emotions set for this one. Coz Its been quite long (actually years) since I uposted. Also, I have not proofread. Ignore any errors pls! Thittadhinga please :/)   

Enga vittom?💜

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She walked out after a relaxing long bath, she was half dressed with just her petticoat and blouse on with a folded saree lying on her shoulder. It was 4 in the morning. Ashwin was standing in front of the mirror right across the room fixing his already perfecto' hair just to get a glance at her through the mirror when she came out. 

She wasn't expecting him to be in the room when she stepped out although they stayed together the previous night. With a little hesitance and a little excitement, she tried to be calm and casual. She stood before the other mirror at the other end of the room, opposite to where Ashwin was standing. Now they can see each other through their reflection but they chose not to but couldn't help but steal a glance when the other one was not looking through the mirror. 

Manam vittu unmai mattum hmmmm hm hm.....Sivaangi hummed her favourite song and pretended to be completely normal while searching for her safety pins in a huge vanity bag before him holding up the pleated pallu in her other hand. How could he not sense her mischief? 

Although his "nalla paiyan" morals were pinching him on one side, he couldn't move his eyes away from her to the point where he dropped his comb, bringing their attention to it. They both looked at each other and there was a moment of complete stillness. She raised her eyebrows asking what happened.

"Abaadhaaa! Rowdy! Enna kutti pasanga dhupatta kaila pudichi suthura mari saree pudichi suthitu iruka?" He blabbered trying to fix the awkwardness and ended up making it worse

She threw a stern yet playful look at him and returned to digging for her pins. 

Half the way through draping her saree, Ashwin moved to the sofa across the bed and was trying to act casual scrolling his phone and looking at her now and then.

She continued to hum her songs one after the other and was finishing up her drape. 

"Amaaa, epolendhu saree la kata kathukuta?" Ashwin asked

Her hands stopped pressing the pleats together. "3 years la ana update idhu! En? Terilana naisa katti vidureyn nu soli un velaya kata dhaney kekura? Elam engaluku katta teriyum" She said and went back setting her pleats. Ashwin could only frown at that comeback. 

"Enna romance pana teridha nu lam ketutu ipo iva panradhu lam ennavam? Cha!" He mumbled to himself.

"Enna? Munu munu?"

"Eheeehe onu ilayeeee!" he said and frowned again looking back at his phone deciding to not even try anymore!

Once she was completely satisfied with the drape she turned towards him and asked "Paru! Nala iruka?" with a twinkle in her eye.

He looked up at her to only melt and fall back to the ground. She stood there wrapped in a violet and turquoise blue kanjeevaram silk saree, draped to perfection. Her hair was tucked on one side of her shoulder still damp and she had just prepped her lips with some lip balm, yet she was looking mesmerisingly perfect. She was trying blue pottu and purple pottu one after the other and asked "Idhuva?" ila "Idhuva?"