Tales of Them

Ondra Renda Aasaigal 2

Double update ⚡️

Sivaangi 

Aadya. 

Aadya, Ashwin's little sister is more like my friend. Since our marriage, Aadya has been the one who helped with their relatives and she's been by my side all the time. We share the same vibe and she's definitely not like her brother.

"Adiyae valu... adithagama pesura iru una anna varatum soldren" I jeopardise her. 

"Anniiii..." she winces. 

"Enna di ? Ama ethuku new number la irunthu koopdura ?" 

"Athan anni solla koopten en phone repair aiduchu athan friend phone la irunthu koopten ungaluku inform panna.. anna ku try panen avan edukala" she says. 

"Avana ?" I asked in strict tone. 

"Mch.. sorry anni avaru" she corrects. 

I giggled silently. I am doing all these playfully and I knew she never gives him respect while talking. She takes full advantage on him. 

"Adiyae paithiyam phone aa tha di" I heard a male voice in the call. 

"Oru nimisham summa iru da loosu" aadhya says over there. 

"Seri na aprom pesuren anni bye" she says and declines the call. 

I shook my head and I headed back to our apartment. Despite my mother's insistence that I stay with her, I felt it would be more comfortable for Ashwin if I moved back to our place.

You see, Ashwin had embarked on a last-minute office trip to Hyderabad. Even though both our families reside in Coimbatore, we chose to live in an apartment close to his workplace for his convenience. Given my freelance work, I can operate from anywhere, a huge plus.

Ashwin is not just my husband but a massive support pillar in my life. He never criticizes me for choosing to work from home or complains about my endless talks. Despite our differences, he is incredibly understanding. 

I count myself lucky to have him.

Books are my solace, especially as a reader. Ashwin, being the caring partner he is, never hesitates to buy me books. I delve into every genre, but he doesn't know about my inclination towards romance. Well, maybe a bit more than just "inclination." 

What if he finds out ? I'm sure I would be embarrassed when comes to know my book collections. 

During starting stage okay we are still in staring stage but I mean for a week we got married, I used to hide my romance novels on the shelf and read them only when he was not at home. However, deep down, I know he won't tell me to stop reading romance. But how can I ever show him my fictional men ? 

That seems like an impossible feat.

Surprisingly, I started reading my romance novels in front of him and he never questioned me about it. 

Truly, my man is incredibly understanding.

Since our marriage, we haven't rushed into anything physical, even though we have feelings for each other. Ashwin being the gentleman he is, wanted to take things slow and never wished to force anything on the first day.

So we aren't serial couples to sleep on the couch and I would never allow my husband to suffer. We share our bed and we talk a lot in nights. Okay to be precise I talk a lot and he is used to listen me patiently all my nonsense talks. 

Why I am feeling like crying now ? 

I miss my man. 

He is returning evening. Stop all you drama. mocked my inner voice.

But I really miss him. 

I opened my WhatsApp and clicked on his contact, Ashwineey 💜

However, he wasn't online. Okay I thought, let him enjoy his travel; I didn't want to disturb him.

I kept my phone aside and walked to the balcony attached to our room. This is the place I hate the most.

All the girls in the apartment get a free show because of my husband, and I discovered it one day. I hate it to the core.

A fine day until I saw it,

"Ashwineeey" I hollered from the kitchen. 

I couldn't hear his reply where did he go ? 

"Ashwineey" I called out again. 

No response again. 

"Mr. Ashwin Kumar"  I knew my tone was annoyed and high, probably heard by our neighbors.

Losing my calm, I walked out of the kitchen, searching for my husband. He wasn't in the hall and the TV was switched off. So I moved to the gaming room, a place he often occupied. It's actually a guest room with a small library, which I love.

That's when I discovered my husband is also a reader like me. I couldn't contain my excitement and I might have screamed but thankfully he wasn't home at that time. However, he's not a romance reader. The room also houses his PS, PlayStation, his crime partner.

Where the hell did my husband go now?

I entered our room and noticed the balcony door open. As I entered the balcony, my jaw dropped. He was in his vest, doing push-ups on the mat. His messy hair moved a little as he went up and down and his body glistened with sweat.

Stop thinking those things! 

Just imagine girl my inner voice was currently so disturbing. 

Just shut. 

And there you go. My eyes fell on the girls opposite to our balcony; a few of them reside in the house across from ours. All were sitting in their balcony, their eyes fixed on my man with textbooks in their hands.

Padikura vaisula sight athuvum en purushana... 

I gritted my teeth.

"Ashwin" I said in an annoying tone. 

"Sollu ma" he replied nonchalantly continuing his exercise. 

"Enkooda vaanga" I called.

"Enga ma ?" 

"Yen sonna than varuvingala ?" I asked more annoyed my eyes staying on those girls. 

"Appidi Ellam illa ma" he said getting up and wiped his sweats with a towel. 

I pulled him inside the room and clocked the balcony door. 

"Enna achu ?" He asked innocently. 

velankidum. 

It's so tough to handle these girls and my innocent husband who isn't aware of them. 

"Ethuku ippo anga ponninga ?" I asked placing my hands in my waist.

"Exercise panna than ma" I retorted. 

I showed a boring reaction. 

"Yen ma ? Ethachu prechanaiya ?" 

Nee than man prechanaiyae... I huffed without voicing out. 

"Vanga vanthu salt taste pannunga" I said and walked away leaving him behind. 

"Sivaangi ma" I knew the voice which broke my trance. 

Ashwin, My husband is back home. 

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Meet you all in my anna pov tomorrow 😌♥️