𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥

73

Stop her or Let her Go?
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Vasundhara suggested a visit to the temple, before they headed to the airport. The household buzzed with the chores in the morning and everyone was getting ready.

Siddharth, however, was feeling a bit jittery as he buttoned his shirt. The need for a crucial conversation loomed over him, and he wasn't entirely sure how to approach it. But he knew it was necessary, perhaps an admission of his own foolishness could serve as a starting point.

Neha walked in, noticing Siddharth deep in thought while staring at himself in the mirror. She furrowed her brow but decided to shrug off the matter. She headed towards the hairdryer, presenting Siddharth with an opportunity he was determined to seize.

Neha?

Hmm?

Neha hummed while drying her hair, unaware of Siddharth's anxious movements behind her. Determined to eliminate any potential distractions, Siddharth rushed to close the door. Neha, in turn, furrowed her brow as she paused with her hairdryer on the table, observing Siddharth's peculiar behavior. With a swift return to her side, Siddharth cleared his throat,

Nee en kitta yedhachum sollanuma?

Neha's frown deepened but she shook her head,

Illa

Nejama illa?

Siddharth attempted to broach the subject, subtly suggesting that Neha had the power to decide her own fate at this very moment. The unspoken question lingered in the air—did she truly want to leave? If the answer was yes, he would respect her decision and leave the matter be. If it was no, he vowed to make every effort to rectify the situation. Yet, Neha simply shook her head in response, maintaining her enigmatic silence.

Illaye

Nalla yosi! Unaku en kitta solla yedhuvume illaya?

Neha pondered for a second, did she? Were they of any use? But then she did remember something, 

Ahn! Aunty kitta masam masam mukiyama vangura things, bills'kulam list'ah yelundhi kuduthuruken, adha mattum check paniko. Sometimes avanga marandhuruvanga. Illana appa kitta solliru, avaru pathuparu

Siddharth rolled his eyes, the gesture almost childlike as he let out an exasperated sigh. Refusing to be deterred, he gently caught hold of Neha's wrist, coaxing her to face him once more.

Ivlo naal enna vittu thoorama irukaporae, enkita solla edhuvume illaya?

Neha blinked at Siddharth before she crossed her hands over her chest,

Yenna sollanum?

I mean...Unaku nejamave poganuma?

Ehn?

Siddharth took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to push past his hesitancy. With his hands on his waist, he finally voiced his question.

Indha recommendation nee illa, uncle dhan kondhu vandharu'nu enaku nethu dhan theriyum

Saying it in one breath, he lowered his face, afraid of Neha's reaction. However, he sensed no immediate response, just silence from Neha, which only added to his apprehension. Siddharth frowned and looked up, finding Neha still simply staring at him, her silence somehow more scary than any words could have been. He gulped,

Adhuku?

Siddharth's jaw dropped, he explained,

Apdhina nee ippo kudha idhae unakaga pannala, uncle'kagavum, naan sonnendhra'dhu kaga dhan panrae!