King Of Fire

Chapter 15💜🦋

Hello😀

Vaanga vaanga story kulla polaa🐎💜🦋

********

✷●

Adhyaayam padhinaindhu

Ariyaa Kangal

(Innocent Eyes)

✷●

Her heavy eyes felt increasingly difficult to open. But the strong, intertwined fingers with hers over her tummy soothed her pain enough to slowly open her eyes, only for them to become heavy and moistened again as she saw her husband's worried face.

She attempted to sit up but clutched her head and moaned in pain.

"Siramam kolla vendaam, Ilavarasi. Porumaiyaaga kangalai thirandhu kaanungal. Porumaiyaaga.."

(Don't strain yourself, Princess. Slowly, gently open your eyes. Slowly...)

She heard an elderly woman's voice and slowly opened her eyes. An old lady, dressed in a traditional saree and a white blouse, greeted her with a warm smile.

She blinked and then shifted her gaze to her husband, who was sitting beside her on the bed. Her eyes moved down to the cut she had made on his bicep with her sword.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Deva"

She muttered in a hoarse voice after recovering from her panic attack.

He smiled and wiped her tears with his thumbs.

"Naan nandraaga dhaan irukkiren Vizhi"

(I'm perfectly fine, Vizhi.)

He assured her, knowing how frightened she was at the sight of his blood.

"Enakku mannippu kidaikumaa?"

(Will I be forgiven?)

Her eyes blinked rapidly, and she gulped down the lump in her throat as she saw his frowning face.

"Yedharku?"

(For what?)

Although he knew she was blaming herself for the cut on his hand, not seeing it merely as an accident during swordsmanship. He just asked her to pour out her heart to ease her inner turmoil for hurting him.

"Thangalai.. thangalai (hiccups).. kaayam adaiya seidhadharku?"

(For causing you... causing you (hiccups) to be wounded?)

She sniffled.

His lips curved up slightly, and he shook his head, making her cry even more, thinking he wouldn't forgive her for hurting him.

But she jolted in place when he lifted himself slightly from the bed, leaned down to her face, and kissed her forehead.

Her fingers fisted his, and she panted, shutting her eyes tightly.

"Nandri kooralaama naan unakku?"

(Should I thank you?)

He asked her, after pressing their foreheads together. 

She felt good, touched, and soulful.

Her heart calmed due to the warm breath from him on her face.

A dimple slowly brightened on her right cheek.