𝕀𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

C H A P T E R . 60

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Aiyoyo!!

Deepa freaked out, her heart racing as she grabbed the nearest object—a lamp from the side table—raising it like a weapon. The masked, cap-wearing man outside kept ringing the doorbell, his persistence only adding to her panic. Why hadn't the other guards dealt with him yet? And why had anyone let him in the first place? Deepa made a mental note to complain to Aryan about the lackluster security.

With quiet determination, she sneaked toward the door, trying to make as little noise as possible. Holding her breath, she slowly cracked the door open, eyes narrowing as she prepared to attack. Without a second thought, she charged, swinging the lamp high into the air, ready to knock out the supposed intruder.

Yaara nee?!

She froze mid-swing, her eyes widening as she realized it was Aryan standing there, his hands raised in surrender, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. Deepa gasped, her own shock mirroring his, as her grip loosened.

In her haste, she dropped the lamp... right on Aryan's foot. He let out a shriek of pain, hopping on one leg while Deepa's hands flew to her mouth.

Ahh!

Aryan exclaimed, his voice laced with panic as he stared at her, still bracing for the blow that never came.

Aiyo thambi, na marubadiyum yaaro nu nenachen pa!

she squeaked, her eyes darting between his foot and his face, both now suffering.

Ada pongama

Aryan limped into the house, wincing with each step, as he yanked off his mask and cap, tossing them aside. With a heavy sigh, he dropped onto the couch, immediately clutching his throbbing foot. Deepa stood nearby, her face a picture of guilt, wringing her hands nervously.

Konjam unnarchi vasam patuten

she blurted out, her voice filled with remorse. Aryan shot her a deadpan look, though the corner of his mouth twitched, betraying a hint of amusement.

Konjam?

Yenna achu?

Agni rushed down the stairs at the sound of the commotion, her eyes immediately darting to Aryan and Deepa in the living room. But Aryan's frown was unmistakable. His eyes weren't on the lamp or his foot; they were on her, clearly displeased with the fact that she was moving so quickly while pregnant.

Agni could already feel the lecture bubbling up inside him just by that look alone. But instead of giving him the satisfaction, she slowed her steps dramatically and smirked.

Maasathula rendhu naal varadhukellam ivlo aakara theva illa

Aryan pouted, letting out a frustrated huff as he kicked his feet against the floor—only to wince in pain again. His glare shifted immediately to Deepa, who nervously chuckled, clearly trying to avoid more damage.

Agni, biting back her amusement, approached him and plopped next to him,

Deepa ma adhan ivan vantala, ivan enna pathupan. Neenga poi rest pannunga

Deepa giggled shyly at the sight of the couple, sensing the shift in mood, and quietly excused herself to give them privacy. As soon as the door clicked shut, Agni wasted no time, casually swinging her feet onto Aryan's lap as she comfortably lounged back on the couch, like she owned him.

Aryan raised a brow, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watched her take the bowl of snacks she had brought from the kitchen. Without even glancing at him, Agni popped a snack into her mouth and, in a bossy tone, ordered him to start massaging her feet.