He wiped her face and kissed her lightly on her cheek.
K: seri...vartha?
M: mmm
K: Ippadi irenda eppadi poghe manase varum.
M: Yen? Athan naa aluvuleye... Paarunge...
She told wiping her eyes, smiling brightly at him.
K: paakere naaleh thaan poghe mudileh...
She realised he wasn't looking at her face.
M (monologue): engge paarkeraghe?
She looked at the same direction. Embarrassed, she immediately hooked her blouse and pulled up her saree covering her front, not looking at him. Remembering how he got her to this condition just made her blush more. Her hands got clumsy and she couldn't get it right on her shoulders. She knows he was looking at her and it got her more nervous and she nearly gave up getting it right, she just pulled it around her, as long as it covers.
He kept looking at her adjusting her saree. Avoided looking at him. Knowing exactly what's playing in her mind. He smiled and held her hands. Then, took the end of wrinkled the cotton from her and fold it into neat layers before placing it on her shoulders. He looked around for something, she was wondering as well. He signalled her to hold it in place while he went to the shelf. Took a pin, he then pinned it securely in place and took a step back, measured her top to bottom, smiled happily at his work. She too was surprised at his skills. His workmanship on saree drapping was neat. She was pretty impressed actually. However, she did give a questioning look at him.
