Ashaangi One Shot - From the author of 'The forever kind of love story!'

Two sides of the same coin

Disclaimer

This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the popular show cook with comali 2. The description of incidents in this story is fictional and entirely unrelated to the persons after whom the characters are named. The story is only an imaginary plot with my take on ashaangi. This is not to hurt anyone or affect their personal space. This is purely a fictional plot that is not recommended to connect with real-life incidents.

I have not proofread pls bear with the mistakes here and there if any.

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Another day, another stolen glance at him. Ashwin. The name rolls off my tongue like a forbidden melody. He's like a black and white sketch in a world of vibrant colors. So focused, so...contained. I wonder what goes on in that head of his. Behind those glasses, there must be a universe of thoughts, of dreams. And here I am, a whirlwind of emotions, splattering colors on canvas, trying to capture the essence of a world that's constantly in motion. We exist in parallel worlds, Ashwin and I. Two sides of the same coin, perhaps, but different faces.

Why didn't I get the chance to meet him early in life? Idhu epovumey en mind la oditu irukura our thought. Maybe we did....who knows? 

I still remember the first time I saw him. It was August 2022. It was a casual morning, just a couple of days after moving to the new city for my higher studies. As I waited for a friend, I noticed this guy. He was tall, with a nice build, and his hair was long, wavy, perfectly maintained layers that almost touched his shoulder. He wore glasses. Our eyes met for a moment, a brief connection between strangers and that is where I believe everything began. It was a simple encounter, but only I know how many times I have replayed those fleeting seconds in my head.

New place. New people. It felt like it was a breath of fresh air. Moving out from what you know as home for all these years and all you see around are people, about whom you have no idea, was crazy. 

"Na lam rowdy teriyum la....yaru kuda venualum ukandhu nal poora pesuvom!"  some how this girl in me took a back seat that day. I was quietly observing everyone and everything around me. Quite hesitantly making friends and trying to be low-key. I'm sure I met all different kinds of people that day, talkative, introvert, extrovert, bossy, bitchy, the-cry-baby, name it and Im pretty sure I would have interacted with one that day. Around mid-day, I took a break from the hazzle and found a silent corner to make a call to my dad.

"Appa. Kekudha?"

"Haaaa kekudhu moley. How was your day?"

"Good" I said very unsure. "Nala poitu iruku pa. Certificate verifications all done. Went around the campus ipo should go back home. I mean room. flat. veedu." I was so confused and was not sure how to address the place I stay at now. It was a simple shared 2 bhk and I was still looking for a flatmate.

I could hear my dad giggle at the other end of the call. "Sirikadha pa! elamey pudusa iruku!"

"Idhu enna da rowdy ku vandha sodhana" he teased me.

"Paaaa!" I chidded.

"You will be fine, I know."

"Na thirumbi vetuku vandhurava?"

"Ila puriyala enaku!" He mimicked my brother and laughed again.

"Moluku enna prechana ipo? Its your dream. Go live it. You won't regret it. Nanga enga poga porom. Inga dhan irukom. Happya pasanga kuda fun panu enjoy panu. Ipo call cut panu un amma enna pazham pori sapda soli torture paniru iruka. You take care okay?!"

I smiled and nodded as if he could see me though the call.

"Okay kanna. Bye!" He ended the call. I felt heavy at heart but thrilled to know what the next 2 years had for me.