ukiyo

yakamoz

yakamoz

(n.)

meaning:- reflection of the moon on water.

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recommended songs for this chapter:-

i. anthathi -96
ii. aaromale - vinnathaandi vaaruvaya
iii. evano oruvan - alaipayuthey

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"You're crazy."

Ashwin shushed her as they slipped through the back and out of the hall. He led her out to a wide garden and they reached the end of the establishment. A small ledge was there. They stopped in front of it. Ashwin looked at her,

"Guthi."

Sivaangi stared at him, "What?"

"Guthi ma."

Sivaangi blinked at him, "B-But why?"

Ashwin let out an impatient huff, "N kuthi, I'll tell my driver to bring out the car. Aparam ingenthu escape aaidlam."

Sivaangi gave him an amused smile, "We're not 20."

He raised an eyebrow, "So? Just jump. I want to take you someplace."

Sivaangi sighed and gave in. She gathered up her anarkali and hoisted herself up on the ledge, and pushed herself onto the otherside. She landed on the ground with a small thud and whispered,

"Neenga vaanga."

Ashwin did the same, and once he landed he made a call to his driver. Few moments later, his sleek black car pulled up in front of them. His driver walked out and handed over the keys to him. Ashwin turned to Sivaangi with a smile,

"Polama?"

Sivaangi just nodded. She felt like she was in her 20's again, blindly exhilarating and it was like euphoria was being pumped into her with no bounds. Ashwin held out his hand.

She paused as she stared at his hand. For some reason, she felt like she was entering into that dangerous territory again. Of being with him, and his intoxicating aura.

Being with Ashwin was like being drugged, she couldn't think beyond him or them. She felt like her entire world revolved around them. He made her feel all kinds of special, and she couldn't get out of that.

So, to willingly take the plunge, knowing that she may as fall down fatally was scary to her.

She looked up at his eyes, and she couldn't say no. His eyes would always be her last straw. If she could look at something for the rest of her life it would be her reflection in his eyes. His warm eyes surrounded her like fire on an ice lake, and it sent shivers up her spine.

"Trust me, just once," he said.

Sivaangi placed her hand in his, and he squeezed it reassuringly. They got into the car, and she felt like she had just left something back there.

"Enga porom?"

Ashwin changed the gear, both metaphorically and not, and looked at her. "You'll see."

Sivaangi let out a deep breath and Ashwin zoomed out of there. It was late at night, almost nearing midnight. Almost 20 minutes later, he led up to a familiar place. Sivaangi racked her brain to remember the place.