✈︎book one of the deeper desire series★
"𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗆 𝗂 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗒𝖺 ? " His aggression was easily seen on his face , his eyes immediately turned dark red
"slut" i muttered softly
" I could not fucking hear you,repeat !!!!!! " My eyes...
It's been exactly 2 months since dadda had gone to the business trip .
I tried asking dadda that , why did he slap my cheeku ? Before he went on a business trip.
But instead of replying to my question and asking sorry , he slapped me very hard *crying face* and told me that i should never ask any questions related to cheeku .
Andd even the next morning , when dadda was ready to go to the place where airoplane fly . I ran towards him and gave him a letter which I had written for my Superman . But instead of reading my letter , he tore the letters into pieces and told me that I am a big boy now and I should never write a letter .
But chikkamma , is writing a letter so bad ? I asked my chikkamma who was standing opposite to me with her eyes open as if she just saw a ghost .
And Cheeku always told me that letters are something which improves two people connection .
So chikkamma I wrote letter to my dadda because I wanted our connection to improve and I thought cheeku would come back .
"chikkamma will cheeku come back ?" i asked her with tears dropping from my eyes
( Chikkamma is a term used in south indian language which means mother's younger sister )
After talking for approximately 10 minutes with my chikkamma , she looked at me with tears forming in her eyes and said
" Aatreyu , writing letters are never wrong and why is my baby boy still crying "
"But chikkamma dadda said it's wrong ". I whispered making sure nobody hears our conversation.
And before I could continue talking , she intruppted me .
" Aatreyu , write how much ever letters you want . I will read it from now on "
But chikkam..,before I could complete my sentence she placed her index finger on my lips and whispered.
" Aatreyu call me mom from now on , not chikkamma "
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"Going back to India is a safer option"
was the last thing I though to myself , before I decided to come back to my hometown , bangalore .
until I knew what was waiting for me here , in bangalore .
My life as shriya Iyer is about to end in just another 1 hour , and i would be officially called as saanvi Aatreya gowda
My life could not get more worse right ? I thought to myself while wearing the wedding Lehenga which was brought to saanvi not shriya .
