They’d barely shut the bedroom door.
Laxmi let her heels slip off the moment her foot touched the floor inside. Her anklets jingled faintly as she stepped on the cool tiles.
“Marriage agiduchu...laaa,” she muttered, pulling out the last of her hairpins and tossing them in a little bowl.
Aadhi chuckled from behind her. "Kaluthula na katna thaali thonguthu madam, so yes.”
“Ana ippo dhaan hit aguthu.” She turned, eyes wide. “Nee yen purushan la? .”
He leaned against the doorframe. “Ama...nee yen pondatti.”
There was a little pause.
Then both grinned — that kind of uncontrollable smile that made them look like two idiots in love, which they were.
Laxmi walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his middle. A full hug.
He stilled for a second, then pulled her tighter — his chin dropping to rest on her shoulder. They just stood there.
No words. Just breath and heartbeats and warmth.
“Ipdiya vaazhka poora irundhidalama?,” he murmured, voice muffled against her.
She smiled. “Dharalama.”
He pulled her closed, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
When she finally pulled back, he caught her wrist. “Iru.”
She looked up.
He tugged her in again — this time, his arms around her waist, her hands resting on his chest. He bent down slightly, kissing her forehead. “Yen life la vandhathuku thank you.”
“Rombathan,” she whispered.
He smiled against her hair. “Get used to it, Mrs. Aadhi.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Mr. Laxmi”
.
Later, after changing into something light — she, in a soft cotton kurti and pallazo; he, in his usual tee and tracks — they sat on the bed, facing each other cross-legged like school kids in free period.
“No drama.”
“No glitter explosions.”
“No 400 people throwing tantrums.”
“I’m genuinely grateful for our families, da,” she said, leaning back on her hands. “No overreaction. Just namala manasara vaazhtha vandha people.”
He watched her.
Not listening to a word.
His eyes were soft, like she was a painting come to life.
“Hello?” she waved.
“Huh?”
“Ketutu irukiya illaya? .”
“Paathutu dhaan iruken” he said, inching closer. “un azhagana udhadu asaiyuradhu. ”
She narrowed her eyes. “Po da.”
He leaned closer, voice low. “Pomaten.”
She turned to get off the bed playfully but he reached forward — quick — and pulled her back by the waist.
She squealed, lost her balance, and fell flat onto the bed with him half over her.
His hands pressed down beside her head, breath hovering.
"Yen apdi paakura? ,” she muttered, blinking up at him.
" Dhevadha maari iruka. ”
“Aadhi—”
“Shh.”
His eyes roamed her face.
Then down her neck.
And before she could joke her way out of the moment, his lips touched her jaw — a soft, lingering kiss.
She froze.
He kissed below her ear next.
Then her throat.
A slow, slow trail down one side of her neck.
She let out the faintest breath. Her fingers gripped the front of his tee. Not pulling him away — but keeping him close.
“Yena pandree? ,” she whispered before she could stop herself.
He smiled against her skin. “Yennamo.”
He came back to her lips, kissing her this time with more surety — not desperate, just real.
Their lips met, warm and steady.
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t slow. It was perfect.
And then — she flipped him.
With one laugh, she rolled them both and landed on top, hair falling over her shoulders.
Aadhi stared up at her, dazed.
“Ey yenna—”
“Hello boss, naanum romantic reels la pathuruken,” she said proudly, then whispered in his ears "Neenga Instagram la like pannadhaiyu pathiruken"
He laughed, arms coming around her instinctively.
“Indha angle la pakavum azhaga dhaan iruken,” he said, eyes trailing over her face.
“Ey, pehchan mathadha...epdi epdi, 'kalaiyula kiss pannanum night la-”
“Ey iru” he whispered, his face turning slightly red “Idea nalla irundhuche nu like panne, nee papen nu enaku epdi theriyu”
"Appo sir pannamatinga”
He blinked. “eh? ”
She leaned down, lips brushing his again.
“”
This time, it was his turn to roll.
She gasped — not out of shock, but the fact that he kissed her before she could finish gasping.
And he didn’t stop with one.
Lips to lips.
Then to her cheeks. Then her jaw. Then that same soft spot below her ear.
And finally…
The slowest neck kiss yet.
She let her eyes fall shut, breath tangled.
When she opened them again, he was watching her. Hands holding her face like she was the most fragile thing he’d ever loved.
“Laxmi?”
“Hmm?”
"Unaku okay ah? " Aadhi asked staring into her mesmerizing orbs
"Double okay" She whispered kissing his nose
He kissed her lips,
Again.
And again.
Until her hands slid around his back, pulling him into the warmest hug — their bodies curled around each other under the sheets.
No words. Just closeness.
Maybe this was love. Not fireworks.
Just skin against skin. Laughter still echoing in the air. And two hearts whispering — this is home
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Just realized en plot la romance eh illai nu 😅
Seri, pona pogatum nu ungaluku oru first night chapter 🙈
Idhuku mela laam romance varadhu makkaley enaku 🙈🦋
Enjoy panninga nu nenaikuren
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