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Avi's sigh could've powered an entire windmill.

Aiyo, ippo ivana vera samalikanuma...

(Oh god, do I have to deal with him now…)

he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Neraya kelvi keppane

(He asks so many questions moreover)

He barely got up when the blur of chaotic energy stormed in.

BROOOOOO!

Before Avi could react, Shakthi launched himself at him — literally jumped — like a full-grown koala with zero sense of personal space. Avi yelped, trying to pry him off.

Eyh! Dei! Yenna panrae—yerangu!

(EYH! Dei! What are you— get off me!)

But Shakthi was already clinging tighter, laughing.

Na ungala romba miss pannen brooo!

(Missed you, brooo!)

Adhuku yen da enna ipdhi crush panrae?!

(Miss me? You're crushing me!)

Avi sputtered, shoving Shakthi weakly.

Mithraaaa!

At the doorway, Mithra stood watching the scene, arms crossed and face completely blank. Her expression screamed is this supposed to be wholesome or weird?

Because she couldn't push away the fact that,

Ivan enna love panvanu paatha ivan yenna en annan'ah ivlo love panran?

(I’m here expecting him to love me, but this guy seems to love my brother more?)

Avi shot her a desperate look from under Shakthi's grip.

MITHRA! Help!

Mithra sighed dramatically.

Unga bromance kula na varala pa. Yenamo panunga. Enaku romba thookama iruku.

(I don’t want to come into your bromance. Do whatever. I’m really tired.)

She yawned, brushed her hair back, and trudged toward the stairs like she'd just witnessed a documentary on stupidity.

Romance ah? I'm dying here!

Avi yelled after her, but she was already gone.

Ananya stepped out of her room, pausing at the top of the stairs as the ruckus from below reached her ears—Avi’s exasperated shouts mingling with Shakthi’s gleeful shrieks. She let out a long, amused sigh and rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

Typical.

Just as Ananya was about to turn and retreat back into her room, she spotted Mithra trudging up the stairs, her hand rubbing at her tired eyes. The sight made Ananya pause for a moment, taking in the sleepy, slightly disheveled figure moving with quiet determination despite the morning chaos below.

Mithra smiled softly,

Good morning

Ananya managed a small smile.