Siddharth grinned mischievously as they strolled side by side towards the gym, his playful energy contrasting with Neha's more reserved demeanor as she walked with her hands tucked into her pockets.
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Neha had come to the realization that the gym wasn't really her cup of tea, so she opted for the yoga class next door instead. While yoga might not be Siddharth's usual choice, he was determined to seize every opportunity for togetherness, suggesting they go together despite their differing interests. Before Neha could voice any objections, he was already waiting outside, eager to accompany her. With a resigned sigh, Neha found herself following along, unable to resist his infectious enthusiasm.
Unnaku mudhiya yevlo neram agum?
1 hour dhan
Apo mudhinjona vandhu kupdhu, na gym'la irukken
Hmm
Neha returned from her yoga class to a surprising sight. What was initially an almost empty gym now seemed to be overflowing with girls, all shamelessly ogling her husband as he obliviously lifted weights, lost in his own world with his airpods in. Neha couldn't believe the audacity of these girls, openly staring at Siddharth as if he were some kind of mannequin. With a mix of disbelief and annoyance, she stomped over to him, determined to put an end to the spectacle.
Siddharth!
Siddharth caught sight of Neha's reflection in the gym mirror and smiled, momentarily pausing his workout. As he turned towards her, panting slightly from his exertions, Neha wasted no time in grabbing his arm, her expression serious.
Va polam!
Yen ma?
Va polam!
With a childlike enthusiasm, Neha wrapped both her hands around Siddharth's muscular arm and attempted to pull him away, but she halted her efforts upon realizing that they were being watched by the group of girls. It was then that she noticed Siddharth was only wearing a blue sleeveless shirt.
Un jacket yenga? first'uh adha podhu!
Iru ma, inga dhan-
Sikkiram!
Seri seri!
Siddharth couldn't quite grasp what had prompted Neha's sudden impatience. She didn't even give him a chance to zip up his jacket himself; instead, she swiftly took matters into her own hands and did it for him. It was only then that Siddharth noticed the surrounding glances directed their way, understanding why Neha was behaving so urgently. Despite the attention, he couldn't help but find her actions endearing. He allowed her to lead him wherever she wished, amused by her antics.
Illa innum konjam neram-
Adhellam mudhiyadhu, nee va!
As Neha dragged him out of the gym and hurried him home, Siddharth couldn't contain his laughter. Neha shot him a playful pout as she closed the door behind them.
Neha innocently asked, Siddharth turned around, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at her. With his hands placed on his waist, he responded to her question.
Adhu enaku therinjadhu ma, ana adhukaga pora yedathulalam olinju iruka mudhiyadhula? Sila vishiyangalam ignore panni dhan aganum.
Neha scrunched up her face and shrugged her shoulders as she kicked off her shoes. After helping Siddharth out of his jacket, she tossed it into the laundry basket and moved to the kitchen, while removed his sweaty sleeveless. Siddharth flopped onto the couch, stretching out with his eyes closed, allowing his body to cool down before resting.
Meanwhile, Neha stood by the fridge, her eyes wide as saucers. She felt like she couldn't breathe, her mouth opening and closing like a guppy fish. Restlessly, she looked around the room, trying her best to avoid looking at Siddharth's exposed body. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she sprinted off to their room.
Hmm!
Siddharth opened his one eye, when he heard Neha grump. When he looked up, he found her not meeting his gaze, but instead thrusting a towel straight at his face. Perplexed, he frowned, wondering what had caused her sudden change in demeanor.
Yenna?
She waved it at his face,
You're sweating on the couch
However, Siddharth saw through Neha's facade. With a mischievous smirk, he decided to play along, opting for a playful tease. Instead of accepting the towel, he grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her closer, positioning her above him. Neha closed her eyes tightly, her face scrunching up slightly at the unexpected move. Siddharth wrapped both his hands around her waist, pulling her in closer.
Help panlalae?
Maaten!
Neha shook her head vigorously, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red, reminiscent of blooming roses. Siddharth couldn't help but smile at her adorable embarrassment. With their faces mere inches apart, Neha couldn't ignore the spicy scent emanating from Siddharth's body, intensified by their proximity. She clenched her fists, afraid to make any accidental contact with his sleek, wet skin beneath her.
Kai yellam valikudhu ma
Siddharth continued his fake-pitiful act, his voice tinged with exaggerated desperation. Neha, however, couldn't help but crack her eyes open, shooting him a glare. But Siddharth persisted, his puppy-dog eyes pleading with her. Caught off guard, Neha hesitantly looked down, and what she saw made her inhale sharply.
Everything below Siddharth's neck seemed almost sculpted, each muscle defined and prominent. Abs, muscles, biceps—Neha couldn't believe she'd never noticed before. She couldn't help but wonder how such a masculine physique could falter under the force of her tiny hands. Were her hands really that strong?
But then, her attention was drawn to something else. Cocking her head to the side, Neha shifted in Siddharth's lap, her legs on either side of him as she studied his expression. Below his chest, just above his waist, a concerned furrow creased Siddharth,
