When Neutrinos Fall In Love
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"Oii Newton! I know you're there!"
Not again.
"Oii Ambujam! Oii Ambujanayaki Parameshwari!"
Ugh. What now?
Kathir's voice -loud, and aimed straight at my last nerve. I stood up reluctantly. There he was, perched on his terrace with one eyebrow raised, arms folded, ready to ruin my peace.
I leaned over the parapet wall and stared down at him. "It's Ilakkiya! How many times do I have to tell you?"
"You'll always be Ambujam to me." Full smirk.
"Oh really?" I shot back. "Then Ambujam is going to the protest-with or without your royal permission."
His face shifted. The mischief drained.
"If you go..." he said slowly, "I won't talk to you again. Decide now. It's either me or that stupid Vedhagiri."
I blinked. Then laughed. "That's easy. Vedhagiri."
"That stupid old hill is more important than me? Your maama?" He threw his hands up. "Unbelievable! I curse the neutrinos of this entire universe. They've ruined my love story."
"Your love story?" I grinned. "That failed one? Don't blame neutrinos for your hopeless flirting."
I leaned in. "Scared I'll become a better hero than you?"
"Don't turn this into a joke, Ilakkiya." His voice dropped, all playfulness gone. "Something's going to go wrong. I can feel it. And I... I won't be able to watch that happen to you."
I stilled. "Oh? So this is about you watching? Many will be there-including your friends. Why stop just me?"
He opened his mouth, then shut it. A silent war waged behind his eyes.
Finally, he exhaled. "When the neutrinos fall in love," he said, softer now, "you'll understand."
Then he turned and walked away.
Neutrinos... fall in love?
Has he gone completely mad?
Or does he know something he's not telling me?
***
Heads up, guys! I let myself go a little wild with this one-on purpose! This isn't like my previous stories. I so wanted to write one senseless smutty story, so here it is. I hope you laugh, blush, swoon, and enjoy it! ( Warning: Cousin romance trope! )
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