𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥

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Na vandhuten!

( I'm home!)

Neha called out to Siddharth as she entered the house, feeling upbeat but tired. She headed upstairs and realized he was taking a bath. Flopping down on the couch, she glanced at the time. Still plenty of time to get ready for their date. Maybe she should just throw on a comfy salwar kameez. But then it hit her - this date was supposed to be a bit of fun, a distraction. Maybe putting in a little effort wouldn't hurt? Opening her wardrobe, she shifted through the contents until her eyes landed on a particular saree. After a moment's thought, she pulled it out with an excited smile.

Siddharth, na pakathu room'la kulichikiren! En shampoo konjam yedhuthu tha

( Siddharth, I'll bathe on the other room! Can you hand me my shampoo?)

Siddharth cracked open the bathroom door, just his head popping out as he handed Neha her shampoo with a playful grin,

Sikiram kelambuna seri

( As long as you get ready on time)

Neha twisted her lips as he closed the door.

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Siddharth was fastening his watch when he heard the door to the adjacent room swing open.

Adada, yenna oru ulaga adhisayam Neha, nee inniki ivlo sikkiram ready agit-

( This is a miracle Neha, what a surprise that you're ready on ti-)

Siddharth froze, when his eyes fell on his wife, his jaw dropped. There she stood, captivating in a wine-red sleeveless saree, modern yet elegant. Her hair cascaded down one shoulder, adding to her allure. Neha's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she met his gaze.

Siddharth, nalla iruka? Idhu Amma enaku present pannadhu

( Siddharth, is it nice? Amma presented this to me)

Neha's excitement dimmed slightly as she took in Siddharth's attire - a laid-back ensemble that seemed to clash with her elegant saree. She couldn't help but wonder if she had overdressed for the occasion, her initial excitement giving way to a touch of uncertainty. Before she could dwell on it too much, Siddharth, realizing his fashion faux pas, dashed back into the room and slammed the door shut, leaving Neha standing there with bewilderment. She couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, wondering what on earth had just transpired and whether she should be concerned about her husband's sudden retreat.

Siddharth?

As Neha leaned in, her ear pressed against the door, she was met with a cacophony of sounds from within - rumblings akin to a construction site, accompanied by the unmistakable clatter of something being tossed aside. Startled, she instinctively stepped back just as the doorknob began to turn, bracing herself for whatever awaited on the other side.

She was impressed by what she saw, His black shirt, with sleeves casually rolled up, perfectly complemented the deep purple pants he wore. He stood before her, a picture of chic elegance, and awaited her judgment with a wry smile. Neha, unable to suppress her amusement, stepped closer and playfully adjusted the top two buttons of his shirt, her touch gentle yet mischievous, before patting his cheek in mock approval.

Ippo ok

( Perfect now)

Siddharth's jaw dropped yet again.