𝕀𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

C H A P T E R. 51

Lies and Priorities
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Amma!

As Aryan sat on the floor, rubbing the bump on his head, he watched Agni hastily reaching for her glasses. Panic surged through him as he realized the gravity of the situation. With a sharp intake of breath, he knew he had to make a quick escape before things got even more complicated. Scrambling to his feet, he cast one last glance at Agni,

Aiyayo

As Aryan struggled to rise from the floor, his muscles protesting from the sudden movement, he made a desperate attempt to flee the scene. But before he could take more than a few steps, a barrage of pillows came flying towards him, raining down like fluffy missiles. Caught off guard, Aryan found himself ducking and dodging the onslaught, his arms flailing in a futile attempt to shield himself from the soft but relentless projectiles. His dignity momentarily forgotten in the chaos of the moment, as he tried to evade the flurry of cushions raining down upon him.

Yevlo dhairiyam irundha? En pakkathula vandhu padhuthurupae?

Na illa, nee dhan pudhichu illuthae

Agni's gasp echoed through the room, a mixture of shock and disbelief painting her features. How shamelessly he fibbed! She attempted to rise from the bed, driven by a surge of indignation, but her resolve faltered as soon as her bandaged feet made contact with the ground. A sharp pang of pain shot through her, causing her to wince and instinctively retreat back onto the bed. Frustration welled up inside her, 

Achocho, yenna achu?

Subconsiously a worried Aryan ended up jumping on  the bed to her rescue and wantedly got himself caught in her hands. 

Unna!

Agni didn't feel even a tad bit resentment, her tiny palms were very generous with the blows delivered against him. 

Deepa ma!!!

Deepa nearly fell off the bed in a half-daze when the cry for help pierced the air, snapping her out of her almost-slumber. Startled, she sat bolt upright, eyes wide with confusion.

Yenna nambala yaaro kupudrave?

Deepa ma!!! Kaapathunga!!

Aiyoyo, idhu andha pulla!

Deepa's eyes widened in disbelief as she burst into Agni's room, her heart racing with apprehension. Pushing the door wide open, she was greeted by the sight of Aryan's head popping out from the wardrobe, his expression akin to someone caught in a ghost house. Mimicking his cautious peek, she asked,

Thambi..

Deepa whispered , Aryan's reaction was immediate as he frantically gestured for her to keep silent, his eyes wide with urgency.

Yenna pa? Chumma satham pottutae irukae, andha ponnu yelunjiradhu?

Adhu ponnu yelunji romba neram achu

Deepa's widened eyes reflected her shock, while Aryan smacked his own forehead in disbelief. They turned their guilty gazes towards Agni, who sat on the bed with a stern expression, her arms crossed over her chest, radiating disapproval. Caught red-handed, both Deepa and Aryan swallowed nervously, realizing they were in for a difficult conversation.