𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥

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Drowsy
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Siddharth followed Neha inside, his arm wrapped around her shoulder for balance, while his free hand carried her things. Once indoors, Neha eased herself onto the couch, gently releasing Siddharth's hold.

But Siddharth had had enough.

Neha?

He strode purposefully around the room until he stood squarely in front of her,

Yen en kitta solala?

Neha furrowed her brow and glanced up, her expression a mix of confusion and weariness as she struggled to focus. The medication coursing through her system left her feeling light-headed and disoriented, and when she tilted her head up to look at Siddharth, the room seemed to spin momentarily. She had to reach up to cradle her head in her hand, hoping to steady herself.

Yenna sollanum?

Unaku allergic iruku'nu yen sollala?

Neha clicked her tongue as she leaned back on the couch,

Chinna vishiyam Siddharth

16 mani neram hospital'la irundhutu vandhurka! Idhu unaku chinna vishiyama?

Siddharth couldn't comprehend how Neha could brush off the incident as inconsequential when it had consumed his thoughts for the past sixteen hours. The mere idea that his actions, the innocent addition of egg whites to her breakfast, had resulted in her hospitalization haunted him relentlessly. For sixteen agonizing hours, she had been confined to a hospital bed because of him. The weight of guilt pressed heavily on his conscience as he imagined the worst-case scenarios: What if no one had been there to assist her when she fell ill? What if the consequences had been far more dire?

Unga wife'oda allergic ungaluku theriyadha?

Keerthi's question lingered in his mind like a stubborn echo, refusing to fade away.

Theriyama dhane nadhandhuchu, vidu Siddharth

Siddharth's anger and disappointment still simmered beneath the surface, but as he watched Neha's pain etched across her face, his resolve softened. With a weary sigh, Neha reached out her hand. Siddharth hesitated for a moment, conflicted emotions warring within him, before finally conceding and allowing Neha to guide him to sit beside her.

As Neha leaned her head against his shoulder, a soft hiss escaping her lips from the pain, Siddharth felt a pang of guilt wash over him. Despite his frustration, he couldn't ignore the fact that she was suffering. Gently, he cradled her head in his hands, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along her temples. Neha's eyelids fluttered closed, the tension in her body gradually easing away under his touch.

In that quiet moment, Siddharth's anger began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of concern and tenderness for Neha.

Yevlo bayathula irundhen theriyuma?

Hmm

Siddharth chuckled, he knew that her actions and words in this state would likely be forgotten upon awakening, a mere blur in the tapestry of her memory. 

Unakaga veliya ve nindhen

Hmm

Saapdha kudha illa