𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥

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Siddharth followed Neha's gaze to the stitch scar just above his waist. With a sigh, he reached down to gently trace the scar with his fingertips.

Idhuva, adhu chumma oru chinna surgery dhan, vera onnum illa

Yenna surgery?

Neha asked, as she looked up at him. Siddharth's smile softened as he saw the worry etched on Neha's face. Siddharth smiled gently at Neha's concern and cupped her face in his hands, hoping to reassure her. He leaned in closer, his eyes meeting hers with affection.

Track'la oru chinna accident dhan, nadhandhu romba varsham achu, onnum illa. Verum kaayam mattum dhan iruku

Neha's gaze lingered on the scar, tracing its shape with her eyes. As a doctor, she was accustomed to witnessing scars, blood, and pain, yet seeing them on Siddharth stirred a different emotion within her—a sense of unease, fear, and vulnerability.

Neha nodded her head gently and reached for the towel, intending to help him. However, Siddharth stopped her with a smile. He gently took the towel from her hand and set it aside on the handrest before pulling Neha into a warm embrace, guiding her head to rest in the crook of his neck. He was glad that Neha didn't protest, and muttered,

Konja neram ipdhiye irukalam

But you need to shower

Hmm?

You smell horrible

We both smell horrible

Neha's chuckle softened into a thoughtful hum as her forefinger traced the scar on Siddharth's body. But as her touch wandered, she discovered more scars, each telling its own story, buried within the layers of his skin.

Ivlo adhi pathruka?

Siddharth nodded,

Ippo apdhi solla mudhiyadhu, ana munnadhi'lam ippo irukura andha protector suits irukadhula? Especially na thaniya train pannumbodhu, idhula mostly appo ulla kaayam dhan.

Oh

Her "Oh" felt incomplete to him, as if she was holding back questions, concerns, or perhaps even judgments. Siddharth sensed her hesitation and decided not to let it go unaddressed this time. He gently pressed her,

Neha..

Hmm?

Ask it

Neha looked up at Siddharth, who blinked reassuringly at her. Despite her initial reluctance, she shook her head. However, Siddharth smiled warmly, holding her in his arms as if she were a child, a gesture so natural that Neha didn't even notice, her gaze locked onto him,

You can ask, you're my wife

Neha stared at Siddharth, her eyebrows drawn closer. His wife, he said. She could ask anything, he said. So she did, with a narrowed and cautious gaze,

Unaku oorla vera velaiye kedhaikilaya?

Neha was well aware that Siddharth didn't appreciate being asked that particular question. In fact, he downright disliked it. But hearing it from his wife seemed to have a different effect on him altogether. Instead of getting annoyed or frustrated, Siddharth burst into laughter, throwing his head back. This unexpected reaction only added to Neha's confusion, leaving her even more puzzled than before.

Na unna ketten'nu nee yenna thiruppi kekuriya?

Neha glared at him, before she twisted her lips. Siddharth smiled and shook his head,