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They decided to take a hotel for the night.

Mithra parked the car neatly, still quiet. Shakthi stepped out first, stretching with a groan. Anjali followed, arms crossed.

Inside the lobby, the cool air and floral scent did little to cut the tension simmering between the three. Shakthi walked up to the receptionist, leaned on the counter casually, and said,

Excuse me, Three rooms, please.

Three'ah?

Mithra echoed.

Anjali nodded quickly beside him, clearly in support of the idea. But Mithra's brain didn't like it one bit. Three rooms? Separate rooms means free movement. At any time. What if he walks into her room? What if she lets him? What if—

No. She cleared her throat.

Yedhuku moonu room?

(Why three?)

she asked.

Rendu podhum. Naanum Anjali'yum ore room lae irundhukuvom.

(Two will do. Me and Anjali will share one.)

Anjali's head whipped so fast it could've flown off.

What?

But Mithra was already turning to the receptionist, fingers poised to type something into the check-in tablet.

Two rooms please. One for him. One for the two of us.

601's eyes widened. Her mouth opened and closed like a drowning fish as she whipped her head around to 403, pushing him a bit away from Mithra's earshot,

Yedachum pannu

(Do something)

she hissed under her breath.

Enaku bayama iruku

(I'm scared)

He turned to her, halfway into the candy bowl placed on the counter.

Yen?

(Why?)

She elbowed him before whisper yelling,

You idiot! Thinnithae irukae! Yendha nee ivlo loosah irukae?! Un kannu munnadhi yenna nadakudhu'nu kudha theriyadhu unaku?!

(You idiot! Why are you eating? Why are you stupid? Do you not see what's happening?!)

He blinked.

What? It's a normal sleepover. Idhulae yenna bayam?

(What? It's a normal sleepover. What are you even worried about? )

She groaned, looking beside to make suire Mithra wasn't listening and asked,

Do you know what she thinks about me?

He squinted at her.

No?

She glared.

Exactly! You don't!

And truly, he didn't. To Shakthi, Mithra was intense, clever, complicated—but her thoughts about Anjali? Who cares?

He sighed,

Look

he said, still chewing the candy.

Nee Ananya kuda irukurapo ipdhi bayandhu na paatadhe illaye?