𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥

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Take Care
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Neha slowly awakened to find herself nestled in bed, enveloped in Siddharth's comforting embrace. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Memories from the previous night flooded back; the long hours spent in the hospital, returning home well past midnight, and the hazy conversation they had on the couch. But why was she wearing his oversized white sweater over her dress? And why was Siddharth shirtless beside her? As her gaze wandered, she noticed a bowl and a damp cloth on the bedside table, prompting her to touch her forehead. Was she running a fever? Had Siddharth stayed awake to care for her? Questions swirled in her mind as she pondered the events of the night before.

Suddenly a hand pulled her back into the bed. With a mischievous grin, Siddharth's arm tightened around Neha, pulling her closer as if he sensed her attempt at escape. His lips curled into a playful smile even in his slumber, refusing to let her slip away from his warm embrace.

Siddharth yenna pandra nee? Vidu yenna!

As Siddharth pretended to be deep in slumber, he let out a convincing snore, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. Unimpressed, Neha rolled her eyes at his theatrics before delivering a playful smack to his chest. The impact jolted Siddharth awake with an exaggerated wince, his eyes fluttering open as he rubbed the spot where she had landed her playful blow.

Valikidhu ma!

Nadhikadha!

Seri yedhuku ippo kalaila ye tension agura, innum konjam neram, thungalam va

With a nonchalant shrug, Siddharth drew Neha closer into a snug embrace, intending to resume his interrupted slumber. However, Neha wasn't having it; she squirmed out of his grasp once more, determined to escape his cozy clutches.

Thunganuma? Enaku class iruku!

Siddharth sighed pinching his wife's chin,

Doctor amma, ungaluku odhambu seri illa. Neenga next week dhan poringa class ku, ippo thungunga

Siddharth's confusion only deepened as Neha swatted his hand away from her chin. It seemed to him that she was as unpredictable as the weather - one moment she needed him to hold her as she slept, another moment he lose count of the amount of smacks she had given him within ten minutes.

Appo plan panni dhan en breakfast la moota pottiya nee?

Siddharth's panic flared as Neha dumped a pillow on him, prompting him to sit up abruptly. With a puzzled expression, he watched as she hopped out of bed and paced to the kitchen. Like a concerned mother hen tending to her chicks, Siddharth trailed behind her,

Neha naan dhan nethe sonnenla, enaku theriyadhu!

She didn't respond, instead twisting her lips into a determined line as she opened the fridge and reached for the milk carton. The cold air from the fridge washed over her face,

Inime en vazhkaila na mootai'ye marandhurren, podhuma?

Adhellam onu venam, ennaku kudhakame irundhale podhum

Seri, compensate panna inniki naane unaku breakfast senji tharen

However, Neha folded her arms across her chest as Siddharth attempted to make his way to the fridge. Despite his efforts, she remained resolute, her expression unmoved. Siddharth couldn't help but stifle a smile as he persisted, his determination undeterred.

Nambu ma!

Neha shook her head making Siddharth sigh with his hands on his waist,

Seri appo neeye unaku yenna venum nu sollu, na senju tharen

Neha stumbled over her words, feeling the weight of the question. It was a tricky one, and for a moment, her mind drew a blank. She let out an exasperated sigh, feeling the frustration build as she shook her head in defeat.

Enaku thonala, paravala nee saptuko, na aprom saptukren-

As she spoke and attempted to leave, Siddharth wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her close to him. His boyish smile adorned his face as Neha's breath caught in her throat. Their faces drew closer, mere inches apart, the tension palpable between them.

Sollunu solrenla?

Neha shook her head, very slowly, very uncertainly,

Nee solrae varaikum na vida poradhu illa

With whispered words, he effortlessly lifted her off the floor, his strong arm enveloping her with gentle strength. Neha gasped, feeling weightless in his embrace, yet unable to resist the pull of his touch. As he held her close, their eyes locked in an intimate gaze, the world around them fading into insignificance. With each step toward the kitchen counter, his touch ignited a fire within her, his presence overpowering her senses. Finally, he placed her gently on the counter, his hands on either side, trapping her in a tender embrace.

Ippo sollu, yenna venum? Dosai, idli, poori? Illa indha oor sapadhu, pancake?

Neha still remained silent and stubborn as she muttered under her breath,

One week nee yenna panna porennu enaku therinjiruchu

Yenna panna poren? Unna pathuka poren

Enna yaarum pathuka vendham, enna naane pathupen

Neha defensively snapped looking away from him, however Siddharth, with a tender touch, guided Neha's gaze back to him, his fingers tracing the contours of her face with a soothing caress. Despite her defensive stance, he refused to let her pull away, his eyes pleading for her to open up to him,

Nee unna pathupae dhan, naanum pathukren. Adhula yenna iruku?

Venam!

Venam?

His eyes turned dark as his fingers traced her inner thigh that was exposed to him, very lightly, feathery touches made Neha forget what were they arguing about. Siddharth leaned closer, their lips tantalizingly close yet not quite touching. His fingers went a bit farther, but not closer to where she wanted it. He stopped, pausing with a mischievous smile as he looked down at Neha's eyes, clouded with the same need in his as he asked,

Venam?

Neha's mind raced, struggling to focus as Siddharth's touch sent electric pulses through her body. His thumb, tracing delicate patterns on her inner thigh, a sensitive spot close to another sensitive spot, sparked sensations that left her speechless. Though she tried to gather her thoughts, her words faltered under the intensity of his touch, leaving her struggling to form a coherent response.

V-v-venam

With a sudden shift, Siddharth withdrew from their intimate proximity, leaving Neha bewildered and caught off guard. His playful smirk lingered, a tantalizing contrast to Neha's open-mouthed astonishment. With an effortless shrug of his shoulders, he seemed to dismiss the charged atmosphere that had enveloped them moments before, leaving Neha reeling from the abrupt change.

Appo na poi upma panren

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