𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥

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The cat knows something

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As Neha swung open the door, her eyes met with a sight that elicited a disappointed sigh, her hands instinctively crossing over her chest. Yet, even as she shook her head in disapproval, a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Ungala dhan na first'uh kupten, ana neenga dhan last ah varinga

( You're the first person I invited but you're the last person to arrive)

Ada kochikadhinga doctor, indhanga

( Ohh, don't be mad. Here take this!)

As Regina entered the house, she pressed the bouquet into Neha's hand with a warm smile. Neha's own lips curved into a grateful grin as she accepted the gift.

True to Siddharth's promise, tonight marked a special occasion as they opened their home to Neha's colleagues for a dinner gathering. It was an evening filled with significance, not only for the chance to introduce Siddharth personally to her coworkers but also as a celebration of their shared journey.

Neha found herself leaning against the wall, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she watched Siddharth warmly welcome Regina into the midst of their friends. From her vantage point, she admired the way Siddharth effortlessly charmed everyone with his easygoing nature, his laughter mingling with the cheerful chatter filling the room.

As she observed the scene unfolding before her, Neha couldn't help but feel a flutter of affection for Siddharth. In that moment, amidst the laughter and camaraderie, she realized just how lucky she was to have him by her side.

If God were to appear before Neha, offering her a wish, she'd simply ask for the strength to love Siddharth as deeply and unconditionally as he loved her. In the quiet depths of her heart, Neha marveled at the myriad ways Siddharth had transformed himself for her sake. From the little gestures to the grand sacrifices, she could easily compile a list of the countless ways he had reshaped himself to fit seamlessly into her world.

Neha reminisced about the quirks Siddharth once possessed, like his elaborate excuses to dodge social gatherings or his skillful deflection whenever dinner plans were brought up. She chuckled softly as she recalled the time he even had a heated debate with his own mother to halt the influx of neighborly invitations. It was moments like these that painted a vivid picture of Siddharth's journey, a journey of transformation spurred by his love for her.

Now, Siddharth stood amidst their guests in the dining area, effortlessly playing the role of the gracious host, serving food and engaging in animated conversations. Neha couldn't help but admire the transformation in her husband, a warm glow of pride swelling in her chest as she watched him interact with their friends. Caught in a moment of silent communication, Siddharth sensed Neha's gaze upon him and looked up, mischief twinkling in his eyes as he playfully wriggled his eyebrows at her.

In response, Neha blinked reassuringly and shook her head, a soft smile spreading across her face. Neha felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the man who had not only changed for her but had grown alongside her, hand in hand. 

Aprom neenga yenna doctor'ah irukinga?

( What is your specialist doctor?)

Caught in a moment of embarrassment, Siddharth glanced nervously at his friend, who was torturing one of the guests. With a sheepish smile, Siddharth shifted his gaze to the guest, offering a silent apology with his eyes. The guest, sensing his discomfort, responded with an awkward smile of her own before kindly answering his friend's interrogation.