𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥

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His Wife
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Yenna da?!

( What?!)

Frustrated, Siddharth snapped at Ram, who was trying to make him go. With only five minutes left, Siddharth couldn't afford any distractions, but he couldn't shake off the worry gnawing at him. Neha hadn't been answering his calls, and when he finally received a text from her this morning saying she wasn't feeling well, he'd been frantic to reach her ever since.

Siddharth's mind raced with worry and confusion. What did Neha mean by "not well"? And why had she left his 32 texts unread? He berated himself for leaving her alone, sensing that she might need him now more than ever.

Deyh, paithiyame. Kupudranga va!

( You idiot, they are calling you!)

Siddharth's frustration boiled as he mounted his bike, the cheers of the crowd falling on deaf ears. Beneath the helmet, his mind raced with worry for Neha, his irritation directed at the situation. He longed to finish the race quickly and in fact he might even ride straight to New York, because how could she ghost her won husband.

As Siddharth waited for the countdown to begin, his attention shifted to the big screen above the track. His eyes widened in shock at what he saw displayed there.

Neha stood amidst the cheering crowd, her heart racing as she watched Siddharth prepare for his race. Suddenly, she realized she was being shown on the big screen, surrounded by the enthusiastic spectators. Catching Siddharth's gaze, she smiled warmly, feeling a surge of pride and love for her husband.

A gunshot pierced the air, signaling the start of the race. However Siddharth was momentarily frozen by his wife's surprise. It was only when he saw Neha's wide-eyed expression on the big screen that he snapped out of his daze. As he glanced around, he realized that all the other racers had surged forward, leaving him behind.

That race was a record, with Siddharth pushing the limits like never before. He was watched in awe as he blazed through the track. With each turn of the track, he pushed himself to new limits, surpassing all previous records. Little did everyone know that it was the husband Siddharth taking over the biker Siddharth. Spectators marveled at the sheer velocity and precision with which he maneuvered his bike, breaking barriers that seemed unbreakable.

Neha's head spun just by watching that shit.

As soon as the victory was announced and Siddharth's name echoed through the stadium, he wasted no time in celebrating. Ignoring the accolades and the trophy awaiting him, he sprinted off the track, his mind consumed with the sole purpose of finding Neha. Ram and Chitti, understanding their friend's urgency, swiftly arranged for Neha to be escorted backstage. Amidst the chaos of the crowd, Siddharth and Neha's eyes met backstage, and in that moment, everything else faded away.

As Siddharth rushed towards Neha, she quickened her steps, her heart pounding with worry. But as soon as he reached her, his expression shifted to one of playful anger. He stopped for a moment, then cupped her cheeks in his hands, squeezing them,

YEN DI ENNA IPDHI ALLARA VEKIRA?!

( WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SCARE ME LIKE THAT?!)

Na yenna pannen?