𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥

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Sorry!
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Wait— so you're saying that The Siddharth is your husband?!

Keerthi's exclamation lingered in the air, prompting Neha to press her lips into a thin line and nod in agreement.

Irundhalum summa solla kudhadhu, semma smart dhan un aal'uh

Neha remained silent, her expression seemingly unaffected as she casually shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her drink. 

Seri ippo nee yenna panna porae?

Yenna pananum?

Pch, avaru ivlo dhooram sorry ketka vandhurukarulae? Adhuku yenna panna porae?

Neha paused for a moment, contemplating her response. Then, with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, she offered a casual reply,

Therila

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As Neha entered the building, her eyes locked onto the figure she knew all too well - the guy in the black leather jacket and shades. He lounged on the lobby sofa, legs sprawled out nonchalantly, exuding an air of effortless cool. Despite the familiarity of the scene, Neha chose to maintain her composure, striding past him with determined steps toward the elevator.

Meanwhile, Siddharth, who had been resting with his eyes shut, suddenly detected a familiar scent, Neha's mango scented shampoo, in the air. His eyes snapped open, scanning the lobby until they landed on Neha's retreating form. 

Neha!

As Siddharth rushed to catch up with Neha, he lugged his luggage along, the wheels clicking loudly against the floor. Neha, hearing the commotion behind her, couldn't help but let out a soft groan of annoyance under her breath. Nonetheless, she slowed her steps, giving him a chance to catch up.

Enna kupdama nee pathuku poite irukae? Unakaga na yevlo neram wait pandhren theriyuma?

Ohh, gavanikala

As the elevator ascended, Siddharth couldn't help but steal glances at Neha, who stood stoically in the corner with her arms crossed. Her demeanor was a clear indication of her displeasure, as Siddharth was pouting at her. The silence between them was palpable, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

Upon reaching their floor, Siddharth trailed behind Neha as they made their way to the penthouse. Inside, he surveyed the space with a critical eye, noting that everything appeared to be in order according to the arrangements he had made. He smiled in satisfaction when everything was perfect. However Neha seemed indifferent to his presence, moving about the apartment as if he were invisible.

Neha?

Neha finally came to a halt and turned to face Siddharth,

Kulichitu va, na yedhachum seiren. Illa order panatuma?

Na yedhuku vandhennu kudha kekka maatiya?

He asked in disbelief, his brows furrowed with confusion. Neha sighed deeply, her arms crossing firmly over her chest as she met his gaze squarely. She then countered with a question of her own,