Un Vizhigalil ❤ [On Going]

Part 32

No one's pov:

The early morning breeze filtered through the thin curtains, casting a cool air over the room. Y/n stirred awake, feeling the weight of Anirudh's arm wrapped tightly around her waist, his head resting gently on her chest. She looked down at him, his face peaceful and relaxed in sleep, and a soft smile tugged on her lips.

(Isn't he cute??😻😻)

His thick lashes rested on his cheeks, and his beard slightly rough from the night, tickled her neck. She found him irresistibly cute in this vulnerable state. Sleep softened his sharp chiseled features, and an almost boyish serenity replaced the usual intensity in his eyes. She gently traced her finger along his jawline, careful not to wake him, her heart swelling with affection.

Y/n Mv: How can someone look so adorable and still manage to make me feel this way? Eppo paru smirk panite irrukadh... enaikavatu cute-a oru smile kudutrukara??

But Y/n didn't know that Anirudh had woken up before her. He had heard the rustle of her movements and decided to keep his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. He wanted to soak in this moment, to observe her morning routine, to see her unguarded and full of admiration without her knowing. It was rare, quite a pleasure to witness the woman he liked so much admiring him so freely.

He could feel her light touch as she gently tried to move him. Her warm hands slowly slipped under his arm, carefully trying to lift his head from her chest and lay him back on the bed. A small smile played on his lips, though he kept his eyes closed, feeling the gentle brush of her lips as she planted a soft kiss on his right cheek.

Anirudh Mv: She kissed me!!!!! .........ayyo Ani you are lucky da!!!

Y/n, satisfied that he was now comfortably lying on the bed, smiled to herself and quietly slipped from under the covers. She grabbed her clothes and headed towards the bathroom, her movements graceful and gentle so as not to wake him. As soon as she disappeared behind the door, Anirudh cracked open one ye, his lips twitching into a grin. He felt a rush of warmth from that small gesture-the kiss that lingered on his cheek like a silent promise.

Anirudh: Ni loose dha na da Ani..... She deserves more from me.......

He stretched out lazily in bed, rolling over to watch the door to the bathroom. A few minutes later, it creaked open, and Y/n stepped out. Anirudh's breath hitched as his eyes landed on her. She was dressed in a simple cotton saree, her head wrapped in a towel as she dried her wet hair. She walked over to the mirror, oblivious to his admiring gaze, and carefully placed a small bindi between her eyebrows. Then, with practiced ease, she filled the parting of her hair with vermillion.

The sight tugged at Anirudh's heart. There was something so intimate, so deeply personal about watching her go through her morning routine. He realized how much he had taken these moments for granted. The delicate way she took care of herself, the quiet confidence in her movements-it all made him fall for her a little more after yesterday the way she treated him like a child.