Author's POV
❌❌❌❌might have mature content at the end.......❌❌❌❌❌
"Do it Properly Agathiya...right there.....ahhhhh...yesss...just like that....."
"Then do it yourself?"
Agathiyan scoffed, Thulir turned and raised her eyebrows at him....
"I intended to do it myself, but there was someone insistent on helping me... Have you seen that creature anywhere around, ACP sir??"
Agathiyan signed, and Thulir rolled her eyes before turning away, allowing him to resume the task he had been assigned........ No, the work he voluntarily snatched from her
Chiding himself silently, he took the fresh grained paste of neem and hibiscus leaves and applied it to her scalp, gently massaging it in....
It's Thulir's Sunday haircare routine. She would have managed it herself, but he insisted on helping her, taking over the task. Now, Thulir is instructing him on how to apply the mixture to the scalp and massage it gently. Aside from the sticky paste, her moans are proving to be a distraction for him. He's doing his utmost to remain composed as they sit outside in the garden, well within view of the neighboring balconies and terraces.........Thulir would finish him if he do anything outside their house.......she hates PDA and being assertive person she surely don't like advertising her love life....
Agathiyan is not allowed to give hickeys on visible areas in weekdays....if he forget then he have to sleep in the guest room or in the hall for next 1 week....she is so strict with her punishments and there is no place for negotiation...
He sighed in relief when Thulir gave a thumbs up. As he was about to move, she pulled him back down, making him sit, and tied her hair into a tight bun. He furrowed his brow in confusion.
Thulir stood behind him and got that bowl from his hand and was about to apply the remaining paste on his hair....he leaned back and shook his head negatively....
"I don't need that....I am fine"
"I find more of your hair around the house than mine, and yet you claim you're fine. ACP sir, you're 33 years old, and I've spotted white hairs on your head. I'm trying to preserve your hair at least until our baby is born. I don't want them to be frightened by your hair, so please, let me do my work."
he was about to object....Thulir placed her index finger over his lips...
"Shhhhhhh"
Agathiyan resigned himself to his destiny, allowing his wife to do as she pleased. Thulir spread the paste across his scalp and massaged it in softly, the coolness of the mixture soothingly reducing the heat in his head....
He thought it didn't seem like a bad idea... Later, the couple cleaned the garden, trimmed the plants, spread the fertilizer, and watered the plants and trees. There stood a large Neem tree and a mango tree.
They reminisced about their childhood, recalling the times they came here with Gowri and Shiva to play among the trees. There was a swing hanging from the neem tree, specially installed for Thulir by her grandfather....
Thulir and Agathiyan had a fierce argument over who would sit on the swing first, but in the end, it was Agathiyan and Aadhavan who sat while Thulir stood on their thighs, gripping the ropes for support. The photograph, capturing the trio's laughter with Shiva and Aghat standing behind to push the swing, remains framed and displayed in the hall of that very same house....
After toiling in the garden until well past noon, they decided to treat themselves. They ordered food, too exhausted to cook. Then, they indulged in a leisurely, intimate bath, assisting each other with cleansing and other stuffs..........
