You and I - a pranushka tale

chapter thirty eight

       

GUYS IM REALLY REALLY SORRY FOR LATE UPDATE! pls forgive me! but im back for now and christmas holidays are nearing so hopefully the updates will become more regular! sorry for any mistakes beforehand, i hope u guys enjoy xx I will also be replying to all comments soon! sorry for the delay but your words have not gone unnoticed, thank you all for ur undeserved kind thoughts <3

song for the chapter: uyiraagi from solo, a beautiful song that i think fits the moment they enter the temple together.

"Have you already finished the article?" Prabhas asked, his voice clearly doubtful by the pace of her work. "I thought you would have put it off until Thursday night."

Mithrah scoffed at his accusation as she wandered around the antique store looking for new ornaments to decorate her apartment. "I'm a changed woman. I've stopped procrastinating." She told him assuredly as she switched her phone to her other ear to check the price of a mirror. Seeing the long digits she bit her tongue and stepped away with a grimace. "You said this shop has nice products, you couldn't have warned me about the not so nice prices?"

"I did tell you! You were the one who flicked your hair and said if you fly it's private jets and if you drive it's, Rolls Royce. What happened to that, huh?" He asked with amusement.

Mithrah's face held a sheepish expression as she awkwardly cleared her throat. "That was just a phrase that came out in a flow. You should have carefully told me, no bangaram the prices are not what you are expecting, you are not Bill Gate's daughter."

He laughed out loud. But before she could pretend to be annoyed, she heard Thenesh in the background calling for Prabhas' presence. She sighed. "Alright officer. It's time for you to go."

In his goodbye, she could figure out his reluctance to the end the call. She figured she might as well give him motivation. "I'll wait for you at mine tonight." She quietly murmured into the phone with a grin.

There was a pause as she waited for him to reply. Then, with a new found energy in his voice, she heard his promising reply.

"I'll be home by seven."

With a smirk, Mithrah hung up with her thoughts still lingering around him and the night to come. In her daze, she failed to realise where her aimless wandering took her in the store. Only when she accidentally walked into a hard object did she break out of her trance. Surprised, Mithrah looked around only to be met with lifeless eyes.

She was surrounded by taxidermy ornaments.

Mithrah jumped back feeling horrified. She wondered if the tiger glaring at her was real as disgust rose in her body with every passing second. After a quick prayer of hoping it's artificial, she lifted her finger to touch it but she heard someone clear their throat. Mithrah whipped her hand back to her side and stiffly turned back to see who was there with wide eyes.

A man stood not too far away, his focus at first trained on the tiger before his gaze fell on her. "You're wondering if it's real right?"

She nodded expressionlessly.

"If it roars it's real." He told her with a serious expression. A moment passed as Mithrah watched him with a frown, not understanding what he meant before he smiled, his eyes softly crinkling as his whole expression changed. "I'm sorry, that was a terrible joke. But to answer your doubt, these aren't real taxidermy ornaments." He told her, his attention falling back on the tiger as he walked towards it.

She sighed with relief before curiosity flooded within her. "How do you know?"

He extended his arm and carefully stroked the skin as if the animal was real. The move was almost predator like. "You can tell by its fur."