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The peacekeeper
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Akshara's beauty was a quiet, unassuming kind that lingered in every glance. Her big, round eyes-deep and expressive-spoke volumes without a word, drawing attention with their warmth and curiosity. Framed by a cascade of curly hair, her soft, chubby cheeks gave her a serene, almost ethereal glow. Her short stature added a delicate charm to her presence, but it was her peaceful, calm expression that made everyone feel at ease around her. Every look, every smile carried a grace that was uniquely hers-effortless and captivating in its simplicity.

Inni yethana thadava ipdhi utkaranumo?

( I wonder how many times is this going to be?)

Akshara sighed as she picked up her hairbrush, preparing for the familiar battle with her curly locks in an attempt to tame them into a braid. Today was the bride seeing ceremony for her first arranged alliance-a tradition she was all too familiar with. Having witnessed the first alliances for most of her friends often end in disappointment, she couldn't help but feel skeptical about this one, fully aware that many more would follow.

Just then, a soft knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. A smile graced her lips as she opened it to reveal none other than her little sister, Tara.

Tara scrunched her face in disappointment as she glanced at Akshara's attire lying on the bed.

Yenna? Colour pudikilaya?

( What? Don't like the colour?)

Tara nodded her head as Akshara let her in,

Neeye paaru di, enaku yendha energy'um illa

( Look for something yourself, I don't have any energy at all)

Akshara sighed as she locked the door and returned to the dressing table, sitting down in front of the mirror to continue brushing her hair. She was wearing a t-shirt and trackpants. Meanwhile, Tara was busy mismatching her sarees with various blouses, determined to find the perfect combination. Akshara couldn't help but smile, shaking her head at her sister's enthusiasm; Tara had always possessed an uncanny knack for fashion, her creativity spilling over in the most delightful ways.

After a bit of effort, Akshara gave up on braiding her hair; it was too draining, especially for a groom who was likely to reject her. Instead, she took a few strands from each side and pinned them together at the back with a bobby pin. Tara eagerly stepped in to help her drape the saree.

Nee ok solla poriya ka?

( Are you going to say ok?)

Akshara gave a poker face to Tara and asked,

Innum mapla'ya paakave illa?

( I haven't even see the groom yet)

Just in cue, Meenakshi came and knocked on the door, Tara went and opened it,

Mapla veetlerndhu vandhutanga innuma ready agala? Nee yenna panitu irukae ulla?

( The groom and his family are here, why is she still not ready? What are you doing here?)

Meenakshi shot a disapproving look at Tara. She had never approved of Akshara's habit of always keeping her sister close, coddling her as if Tara couldn't breathe on her own.

Ulla sambrani pottutu irundhen

( I was cooking)

Tara answered with a straight face that caused Meenakshi to glare at her,

ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕟Where stories live. Discover now