Love story #14

Out of shell..,

Read Love story #13 for our previous encounter..,

From the last part, you might wonder what happened between Janu’s visit and Pavan heading back home unplanned. It was complete chaos in Meera’s side.

First, it was Meera who put herself in misery. It just took a few words from Pavan to clear it out but she spent a whole night to make up for madness.

Then comes the root cause of problem number two, Janu. Yes, the little one screwed up big time by a serious of actions and the consequences had put Meera in a really bad situation.

It all started when Janu started from 5th gear with Pavan. She played his favorite album, danced, and gifted his idol’s shirt. Then she went a step further in hugging him, taking selfies alone with him and teasing her innocent sister without having a second thought on how possessive and insecure her sister is in this matter.

Second thing, she posted all those on her stories for the whole world to know. Till then the fairy tale was kept inside a closed circle. But she just introduced Pavan to a whole lot of people starting from her cousins, friends, Meera’s friends, and the CCTV of Indian society.

If you think whether it is that what you are thinking, yes it is. The noisy neighbors and relatives who can’t stop themselves from poking their noses on our business. At first, they gossip about you, then pass comments whenever you are in an audible distance. Finally, they bring up their training from the American CIA to use and start enquiring about who it is and all.

Janu never took these questions seriously and kept things simple telling he’s just a friend. But the unsatisfied audience never settle down till the pot is broken. They take things a bit seriously and move to level two. Put this for discussion when in a group with Janu’s mom in it. A big failure, level two is a clean sweep from Janu’s end.

The persistent interrogators will push to levels three, four, and to an extent till the information is out. Not wanting to wait till the end, they moved the case to the jury on the court to fasten up things. And Meera’s dad is a jury with no excuses from either side.

He with an agitated mood after the rant from friends and relatives entered home in anger. Even though he saw those statuses by himself, the sheer pressure from the so-called protectors of culture made him go mad. He started asking who is it, how do you know him and other simple questions. But a lie leads to many and Janu couldn’t keep up lying as she lost track of all these lies so far.

Things came to an extent where she took a leap and said that it’s her boyfriend. She did it out of fear but nothing else. Janu knew she was his favorite of the two and Meera’s stubborn attitude often got him angry or to say on a not favorable side compared to Janu.

All this while, Meera’s mom kept quiet. And out of nowhere she got the courage to speak up. Ever since Meera told about Pavan, she supported her because it’s something opposite to Meera’s nature. Being the least favored little princess of dad, introvert, and less socializing compared to her counterparts, Meera needed a push to start evolving and start flying. Meera’s mom used to be like Meera and never got things that she wished for appreciated daughter for taking a step ahead which she couldn’t.

It’s time she learned from her daughter a few things. She spoke in a strong tone and asked Janu to stop lying. Not just that, she told her dominant husband, “it’s Pavan, Meera’s lover. I knew him for some time now and he seems well brought up. So better stop listening to those who just look it as a way of passing time and listen to your daughter for once”.

Boom, that’s it. Meera gets a call in two minutes and all that she heard was, come home. Obviously Janu kept her informed about scenes at home and Meera knew what would happen once she’s home.

As an adult, Pavan and Meera promised each other to face everything together. That’s why he went home and called his hero to back him up. And as you already knew, Pavan was given a pep talk instead of back up. Pavan may feel his dad is still the hero but to Meera, it has always been Pavan who is the hero in Meera’s world, or at least that is what Dheeban felt.

So what did the hero do to keep his word, let’s find on the next part?

To be continued.., Take care 🙂

Love story #13

Expect the unexpected..,

Read Love story #12 for our previous encounter..,

Pavan visits home on alternate weeks. But just a day after Priya receives Meera’s letter, pavan was home. This is the first time he comes home without informing anyone at home.

Priya was a little surprised to see him knocking on the door early in the morning. He rushed his room after sharing a sheepish smile. Priya at first thought that his presence was the result of the letter. Little did she knew about what was gonna happen next.

He took his time to come out of the room after getting his act together. When he came to grab his morning coffee, Dhamu was already on the dining table having tea. Dhamu, as usual, went straight ahead, started punching him playfully. Pavan was in no mood to do all their singing rituals and calmly sat in the chair ignoring Dhamu.

Dhamu straight away knew that Pavan is upset with something. From the day she could remember, he either beats her back or starts complaining to mom. But this is the first time he did neither and kept quiet. Dhamu concerned about it, sat next to him, and questioned if something was wrong.

Priya came from the kitchen with two cups of coffee for Pavan and herself. She was cool as ever and asked Dhamu to bring the letter from her cupboard. Dhamu in no time brought it in front of her brother. She calmly placed it on the table and expressed her anger, “You have a sister also, stop being Meera’s Krishnan at least at home”.

Pavan was least bothered about neither the letter nor Dhamu’s rants. He was too focused on something else and wasn’t sure what to say when Dhamu left from the place. With a puzzled face, he glanced at his mom. Priya as a 21st-century mom didn’t pass any comments. She thought its better for him to patch up with his sister than telling him what to do.

Moments later, Dheeban came back with the groceries and asked him how things are going in the office. Pavan for the first time hesitated to reply. Words started fumbling out of his mouth and he said things are going well. He followed up with something but only air came out of his mouth. He passed for a second, took a deep breath, and told he needs to discuss something important.

Dheeban knew something was fishy and asked him to eat breakfast first. Though it looked like he was cool, Dheeban had some unusual fear creeping up in him. There has never been a day on which Pavan looked this serious apart from game time.

Dheeban spent as much time as possible with Pavan during his childhood. But he was not an exception to the fact daughters are the most prized possessions of fathers. Once Dhamu came into the scene, his heart started singing songs about everything Dhamu did. Pavan slowly lost his place at the pinnacle. This doesn’t mean that he cared less about Pavan. It’s just the universal truth that took charge in Dheeban’s case one more time.

On the other hand, Priya never missed a moment to notice the smaller happiness Pavan brought. Right from being naughty in the kinder garden to teach Dhamu small small words, Priya cherished everything. Also Pavan’s die-hard love for sports is the seed that cherished from Priya’s efforts. Pavan was 5 years old when she first took him to ground for playing and this is something Dheeban couldn’t compete with Priya in Pavan’s life so far.

As Dheeban recalled all these, Pavan was long gone from the place and Meera’s letter was still where Dhamu placed it. Dheeban took the letter in his hand, kept in his pockets. It was still early in the morning, so he called Priya to inform her he’s going for a jog. He put on his shoes and called Pavan to join. Wanting to come out of his misery, he took his kit bag and both started.

The journey towards the ground was nothing but silence. Both went for a few laps before Pavan took his stick and started dribbling. Dheeban took the initiative in grabbing one for himself and asked him to teach how the game is played. Two hours later, completely exhausted both sat on the stands stretching.

Dheeban now knew Pavan is in a better state to talk and asked what was that he wished to talk about. Pavan could easily come out of the shell to talk about Meera after sweating it out. He stated he’s in love with a girl named Meera which obviously Dheeban knew from Priya and Dhamu.

Pavan further went on to say about her family and how Meera’s mom and sister are friendly with him. By this time Dheeban had an idea what was coming next. Pavan continued that her father was different from Dheeban and quite outdated still. Though Pavan was not aware that Dheeban took it as a compliment, he was telling things happened at Meera’s home in the last few days after her mom and Janu visited him and how Meera was called back home from Chennai in a hurry.

Pavan finished that it would be better if he (Dheeban) can meet her dad once and talk about their relationship. It was like a phrase in Tamil “Valapazhathula oosi yethurathu” (pushing sewing pin in a banana), Pavan made it look effortless in asking Dheeban to talk to her dad.

Dheeban on the other hand was taken back. He took out the letter from his jacket and gave it to Pavan. Being the wise man he is, he replied calmly, “Meera’s faith is on Pavan that he will do anything in his power to be with her. It is you who should face his father and make him understand that you both are matured enough to be in a relationship and see to the ends of it. I won’t speak to him doesn’t mean I won’t support you. It means I want you to step up and fill the shoes yourself. I will make sure Mama comes with you when you go, speak your heart out and things will be fine”.

With that, both left for some delicious chicken lollipops waiting for them at home. On the way, Pavan brought some of Dhamu’s favorite chocolates and ice-creams to calm down the storm.

what happened that lead to the intense scenes in Meera’s house??? Wait for the next part.

To be continued..,

Love story #12

Act of Love..,

Read Love story #11 for our previous encounter..,

Once Pavan leaves, Meera gets lost in thoughts on why she got mad about Janu being close to him. Even though he cleared the air on her being possessive is completely normal in relationships, she was wondering why it seemed so different to her.

Meera acting like a typical programmer started listing out the differences between Janu and herself. It was the difference between Cindrella and Harley Quinn. One is a shy mature girl where the other is a crazy tomboy. Nothing she could infer from it as the last point she wrote was Pavan loves me and treats Janu like a little sister.

Adding fuel to the fire, Janu had posted her stories of pictures that she shared with Pavan. It had Janu, Meera, Pavan, and her mom all smiling and posing in different places during the day while they were out shopping. All but the last one was different, it had only Janu and Pavan. It was a collage of both making funny and weird faces.

Meera opened her gallery and found the folder in which all his Whatsapp DP’s are saved. It had similar ones featuring him and Dhamu. On multiple occasions, Pavan had such images with Dhamu. She speaks to herself that maybe both Dhamu and Janu are similar in nature and it was normal that Pavan behaves the same with Janu.

Now, Meera is in a much deeper confusion about why he never does something like this with me? The paper in which she had written silly comparison was now filled with circles all over. Suddenly it strikes that he took such pictures with her also but she could not recollect when and where. She goes through her gallery yet failed to find the one she was looking for.

Eventually, the picture is in her WhatsApp images. The day he came to compromise her, he took pictures sitting by her bedside. In which, he was neither the composed mature guy she usually sees nor the charming romantic one he acts like when she is around. He was himself but in a different way. For a moment she started wondering if he pretends to be something else for making her happy. Or maybe I am the one who stops him from doing such things.

The clock struck 2 in the night and she finally realize what is that one thing that differed her from others. Meera always stayed as his lovely babygirl, a support in bad times, and pleasure in distress. But she never tried being his friend and do those playful acts. Playing online games with him or discuss about a girl passing by was never the case with Meera.

Even Janu and Pavan were pulling her legs together by pranks and all but where was the point in which Meera came out of her shell to do all these things that friends share. She started questioning herself what she had done in these years for a guy who strides long for her. She felt ashamed of herself for being too selfish, even though she isn’t the selfish uncaring one, some sort of guilty feeling crept into her heart.

3.30AM in the morning, Meera now cleared of the confusion got into another problem. What can she do that compensates the stupidy last night? Is it something she can easily find like choosing a dress from her wardrobe? “Hell NO”.

She goes to our Guruji for help. Opens google assistant and asks, “Mr.Google, please give ideas to surprise my boyfriend”. Google Ji in a fraction of second gives about 4,46,00,000 results including videos, links, and stupid Quora answers from silly Vadakkans.

The suggestions included a wide range of things to do, starting from visiting his place out of nowhere, gifting things he couldn’t afford, buying his favorite football team jersey, cooking for him, taking him to a game, beating him in his favorite video game, singing a song, framing your picture together, doing a TikTok, striptease and what not..,

Meera starts trying out one by one and the results are terrible. She was so bad at singing and worse in dancing. TikTok wasn’t his area of interest. Janu just gifted him a jersey yesterday. He doesn’t own a bike but she couldn’t afford it either. He’s not the cheap one expecting striptease or some expensive gifts from her.

And to her knowledge itself, he has one of his cabin drawers full of gifts from his trainees. Pandas, Key chains, Photo frames, Bracelets, multiple chocolates, and so on. Adding to it are the videos made of songs he likes, TikTok posts, stories of his pictures with long captions and texts.

Completely exhausted and running out of idea, she falls asleep sometime around 6-7. It being a Sunday, she wakes up late in the noon to see texts from him on checking her if she had anything to eat. After sharing the pleasantries, she sits with some snacks and a glass of juice in front of the TV.

She calls the one person who knows a bit more about him than her as per her knowledge. She finds it as an opportunity to get close to Dhamu as well and calls her asking for help. Both discuss to no use as his wishes and interests didn’t seem to differ from each others view. But being a part of him from childhood, Dhamu knows he had a crush on someone in school. A short period before she moved out of town. She also goes ahead to say that he wrote a letter for her and didn’t dare to give as it still lies on his cupboard.

That was enough for Meera. Though she was not so expressive through her actions, she was good with her words. She pens down a handwritten letter like the old days and posts it to his home address.

Days letter Priya receives it from the postman with flabbergasted face waiting for Pavan to reach home the following week.

To be continued..,

Love story #11

Uninvited guest..,

Read Love story #10 for our previous encounter..,

For a change, this is an attempt made to write the feelings from Meera’s perspective. For sure its not something I could imagine or relate to but hope I did my best to please you all.

In general, people say early morning dreams come true. But both woke up after wet dreams, needless to say what caused it in the first place.

Pavan and Meera were quick to realize that it was late and they are still in bed. Nothing was done as per plan and it was 8 in the morning when Janani (Meera’s sister aka Janu) called Pavan to inform that they will reach the city in 15 minutes.

Waking up to know that her mom and sister are reaching the house in 45 minutes, its hard to get things done as planned. Meera made sure at least their breakfast is ready. Both took turns in taking bath and preparing the breakfast.

Ten minutes to 9, the calling bell rang. Both Meera and Pavan, dressed to their best nodded on each other one last time before opening the door. Once opened, Meera welcomed her mom with a big hug and kissed her. Pavan bending to touch her feet for blessings was caught half way by Meera’s mom to a hug.

As Pavan ways conscious about everything he’s gone speak and do, Janu’s hug came as a surprise. While her mom was quite cool about it, Meera couldn’t be.

It seemed to be an instant hit between Pavan and Janu. Janu bought his favorite club jersey with CR7’s name on it. That is when things took a turn, he lost his cool and got too excited to see his gift. Janu yet to broke the hug while pulling out the surprise stood almost to his height and look more matured as a women physically compared to her sibling.

Pavan took out two boxes from his bag one to her mom and one for Janu. They all sat on the hall for breakfast. All of them were so involved in getting to know each other and there were few dead air moments as it was his first time talking to Meera’s mom in person.

Moments later, Meera’s mom joined Pavan in couch to talk while the sisters gave them the space. Pavan was well prepared for all the questions she had. Let it be family, profession, interests and of course about Meera.

The worst part about being in love is not being able to express it. But Meera’s mom was more than satisfied about her daughter’s choice. She kept telling herself that Pavan looks good both in nature and family values. He had plans about future, more practical and a good fit to Meera.

In the meantime, things were taking a tumble in the other side of the wall. The girls opened Janu’s box to find a lovely pouch she always wanted. Meera had always denied Janu from having those fancy ones. But she was quite astonished that Pavan knew what she wanted. Coming to know that Janu spoke to him about how rude Meera is to her and Pavan promised on buying it to her, Meera was a bit angry on him.

Not stopping with that, she put on songs in music system and started dancing in the hall asking him to join. As Meera and her mom started cooking for the lunch, Janu had a heartful conversation with him.

She seemed like never before and it looked like they had known each other forever. She wasn’t hesitant to pinch or punch him, pull his cheeks on purpose or messing up with his hair playfully. All this put oil on fire as Meera felt the fire burning inside her as every moment passed.

Even when all sat together for lunch, Janu took the privileges to serve for Pavan which she never did to Meera at home. Pavan who used to all this with Dhamu showed no signs of being discomfort or unusual feel about Janu.

But on the other hand, he didn’t knew that Meera was praying she never had a sister. Though that’s what she tells every-time when she gets into fight with Janu, today she couldn’t. Because this isn’t the anger that comes from missing out on the last piece of snack or a stolen dress from her closet.

This new feeling is something she never had before in her relationship. Being in a long distance relationship, she looked Pavan always as a soul mate, someone who always made her feel special and the one who gave her the womanly attributes. As the meetings between them were less frequent, she insisted them being more romantic and memorable rather than a crazy ones.

Pavan being a charmer always grabbed attention of young girls. Being in training sector, his frequent interactions with trainees had a special follower base for him. For someone who gets handful number of proposals frequently, Meera never felt insecure or jealous being his girlfriend.

With the half mind, she left for the movie they planned. The shopping in the huge city was relatively less due to the booking done for a roof-top dinner. Altogether the day was well spent for Pavan as he succeeded in convincing Meera’s mom and sister to be a part of the family. On the other hand, Meera was lost for most part of the day due to scenes happening around.

Janu and her mom were on a way to a marriage the day after as part of the travel. Both felt its better to reach the designated location by night to save the tension in rushing early morning the following day.

Once home, Pavan booked a out station cab for the three hour drive. Also he had his bus booked late in the night to make up for the leave taken. Once sending them off safely, he started packing the bags, his phone beeped numerous times. The whatsapp pop up showed pictures shared from Janu.

Meera lost her cool but she didn’t show the anger on him. Instead she went out and stood where he was waiting for her in the rain on his first visit there. Her eyes were filled with tears but not a drop of it spilled out.

Pavan who acted like he noticed nothing from morning came to the door with his bag. He dropped it on the door steps and hugged her from behind. That is the moment when she broke into tears and tried getting out of his grip. He pulled her close and buried her into his body just like how he wished to do on her birthday.

He broke the silence to say he knew what she was feeling from the morning. He went onto say, “I know its not something you were planning to see today. Janu is a little girl and you know she always wanted a brother at home. She was excited to see someone in that position getting into the family that too in a more playful relationship. So stop being childish and be happy for her”

Meera still in tears with a low voice replied, “First of all, her name is Janani not Janu. I don’t like seeing you with someone, like that. It felt like I knew nothing about you and both of you acted like you two have known each other forever. How da? It is like you got a girl bestie all of a sudden”.

Pavan couldn’t stop himself from smiling and sensing that, Meera turned to hit him without making much efforts to hurt him. Pavan took hold of her hands tightly and explained, “This is how Dhamu’s face looked like when she came to knew that someone got close to me as well. What you are feeling now is not insecurity and the stacked up hatred towards your sister. (after a pause) Meera, this part of love is called Possessiveness”. Then he laughingly added “I hope its the only uninvited guest we got today”.

Without delaying further, he kissed her on the forehead and started leaving with a smiling face. Meera watching him run late to his bus, realized and reluctantly accepted that what he meant was correct and nothing to be mad about.

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To be continued..,

Love story #10

Home Alone..,

Read Love story #9 for our previous encounter..,

Thanks to Dhamu’s heroics, Pavan had less struggle making Meera a favored one for his family. It seemed quite clear that both Priya and Dhamu liked Meera. Though he isn’t clear what his dad thinks about all these, he seemed positive enough while leaving from home.

Now he had frequent talks about Meera with his mom. To be precise, Priya was questioning frequently about Meera and it seemed like she liked her  future family member. Even there were occasional video conferencing between all the three.

But what came as a surprise is that Meera’s mom and Sister wanted to meet Pavan in person. They were visiting Meera in two weeks and wanted Pavan to join. Meera was very much excited to get them together under one roof for the first time. Pavan too was expecting for this to happen sooner.

So once the dates are fixed, he started planning out the best he can think of to give a long lasting impression. He planned on what to gifts he will be giving, the restaurant for dinner, where will they be shopping and even what he will cook on the day of their arrival.

Meera’s sister still in college was dying to meet her Mama. Pavan was one of the major reasons she decided to pursue her passion after schooling last year. He kept her motivated through her board exams and made sure send her dresses and chocolates for birthday. So it was obvious she grabbed the first opportunity that came across.

Pavan booked tickets, this time his mom also knew that he was travelling. It’s Friday morning when he reached her house. A day before he met his future mother in law. Meera took leave on the day, so that the house can be cleaned and everything is done as planned. 

The door bell rang. Still in her shorts and t-shirt and that clumsy curly hair, she opened the door. He was expecting that she would jump onto him and shower him with kisses. But she barely opened her eyes, said “hi da”, gave a soft hug and kissed him on the cheeks. He was getting the scent of her hair and even before he could hug her back, Meera was on her way back to bed saying, “just ten more minutes da”. 

Knowing she is a lazyass on weekends, he helped himself to put his bags in place. He took the liberty of using her kitchen for the second time but only for a coffee. Seeing the clumsy sink, he cleaned all the left overs and washed the dishes. 

With two cups of coffee, he entered her room. Meera took a moment to look back and buried her face in pillows for that tiny bit of sleep which is the best part of a morning. He kept the cups on table, moved her hair to the side and kissed her on the side of her forehead and said baby wake up. Eyes still closed, she replied with a smile on the corner of lips but wasn’t showing signs of getting up.

She didn’t cover herself in bedsheet after opening the doors. He was still waiting for her to get up and grab the coffee. But she was expecting him to be bit more romantic/naughty, signaled him to give an hug with one hand, her eyes still closed.

Sensing what she was upto, Pavan took the cup in hand and moved to the bed. He caressed her feet to a tickling sensation. As Meera was eagerly waiting for the next move, he suddenly placed the hot coffee cup on the back of her shorts. Meera sprung up in alert and Pavan jumped back to the chair laughing. With a smile and irritation on face, Meera took the coffee and said ‘go to hell’.

As both finished the coffee, he took the cups back to kitchen while she got freshened up. ten minutes later, Meera found him on the kitchen preparing awesome dosa. She went and hugged him on the back, only to pinch him hard on the hips. Sat on the shelf, she had her breakfast and feed him to finish off.

Then started the cleaning. Though its a small house of four rooms, it took them the whole day to finish. they watched one complete season of little things and had a meal from swiggy for lunch. 

The eight chimes signaled its time to wind off. First she took bath while he prepared maggi. She came out in a similar attire, a black shorts and a brown t-shirt. She took over the cooking as he went onto clean himself. 

Similar to her, he came in a black shorts and grey t-shirt. Both sat on the couch and had whats the easiest thing to cook for on tiring days. Being the most eligible bachelor, he put the bowls and milk cups on sink to wash them later. 

Meera put his first gift, a pendrive containing his ARR hits started in the speaker with mild volume. He came back to see she was loving it. It was “Nenjam ellam” from the movie ‘Aayitha Ezhutu’ and she started singing the wonderful lyrics and pulled him for a dance. She started playfully punching his small career tummy teasing and got to the groove in seconds. 

Vairamuthu never fails to his job and the two can’t stop themselves from getting carried away. It was a moment of silence before the song ended and next one started. A stare in the eye made her mad and he took the lead to kiss her in the lips. 

It did not take long for things to escalated as both were so much involved in the moment. Her top was on floor in the next five minutes, so is his t-shirt. Her short height eventually made him lift her. He swept her off from ground grabbing her ass and both landed on the couch, Meera on her back.

He just broke the kiss for a moment to look her in the eye. The song did what it meant to be as both had their eyes filled with lust. Left hand clinching the back of the neck and other at the place where it was, he started kissing her in the neck. She too made her drawings in his bare shoulder with her right while the left grabbed his right elbow.

Suddenly he loosened his grip, standing on one knee on couch and the other feet on floor, he lifted himself up. Took both of her hands into his, he held it close to his chest and seemed lost. Meera was confused but kept quiet. 

He took a deep breath, looked her in the eyes and said “Let’s not do something we will regret later”. The lust and confusion in her eyes bid bye as love slowly made its way. She was having tears of joy creeping up, Pavan to ease the situation said stop being bollywood heroine and move your ass to his drama queen 

He picked up her t-shirt, put it on her neck like how you dress up kids. He pulled her chin up and kissed the angry-bird nose. Waited a second for Meera to open her eyes, whispered in her ears, “go to bed lazyass”. She too responded with hugging him and placing a kiss on the center of his bare chest.

He took her in one swift moment and put her on bed. He made sure she’s comfortable and picked up a extra pillow for him to hug all night. While he turned to say good night and close the door, she shouted  “Make yourself comfortable on the couch, bitch”. All this while Rahman another master-piece “couples retreat” was making it more beautiful.

Both went to sleep thinking about the day and waiting for the big one tomorrow..,

Links for the songs mentioned:

• Nenjam Ellam
• Couples Retreat

                                                                                                                                To be continued..,

Love story #9

Detective Dhamu..,

Read Love story #8 for our previous encounter..,

Note : the character name from part-3 is changed to Meera from Haritha.

Pavan was waiting anxiously for the response and the room looked like an exam hall. The teacher Priya just heard a pity boy confessing the crime. Studious Dhamu waits for the verdict and as an uninvited the flying squad enters Dheeban to see an unusual silence prevails.

Dheeban : What happened? Why everyone is so silent?

Dhamu : Nothing pa, we are playing statue.

Dheeban : So bad. Nowadays you guys don’t ask me to join at all.

Dhamu : Anna only started Dad, he didn’t tell us till the moment he started playing and winks at her brother.

Both Priya and Dhamu smiles looking at Pavan as he exhausts his lungs one last time before going bed.

All went to bed but siblings won’t stop torturing us till grave, so is Dhamu. She silently takes her mobile and opens google contacts. For the first time she’s thankful to her brother for saving his google account in her mobile to continue playing games.

Its not so difficult to find the only contact that does not have a name in it. And the rest is a piece of cake. True caller helps in finding the name, Meera. Saves the contact and goes to Facebook. It didn’t take much time for Mark to help the new Sherlock in town, came suggestions of her Facebook and Instagram accounts.

A summery is prepared already and submitted promptly to her superior. The whole night went sleepless for both Dhamu and Pavan for two different reasons.

Dhamu wondered how such a beautiful girl fell in love with this dumb-ass. Already she started hating her future sister in law for such looks and a small disappointment that her brother has someone else as high priority than her.

But Pavan twisted and turned about how his mom will react? Will she tell dad?? What would happen if he gets to know??? Not sure how things will move forward, he lets Meera know how he get caught and sleeps late in the night.

It’s 7 in the morning when Dhamu kicks him out of bed for coffee. With eyes still red and completely out of conscious, comes to dinning table where his dad is having breakfast.  The wonderful aroma slightly refreshes him, yet the body needs sleep.

Dheeban : Meera right?

Pavan : Appa 😲

Dheeban : Programmer isn’t it?

Pavan Finished the hot coffee in and big sip. Reacting like he knew nothing of the sort, rushed to the restroom. In the mean-time his dad leaves to office laughing on the memories how he said to his parents about being in love with Priya.

He comes back really late so that dad is long gone to office. But detective initiates the next phase of action and starts interrogation.

Dhamu : Who is that girl, Meera?

Pavan : Shut up Dhamayanthi, its not funny telling dad.

Priya : Mr. Handsome, I am the one who said.

Pavan : Frowns about how mean his mother is.

Priya : She is beautiful da and looks matured too.

Dhamu : (Even before he reacts) Mom, don’t create a scene. All the pics had filters and make up. Who knows how she looks in real.

Pavan : You guys haven’t even seen her, stop teasing.

Dhamu : Is this your babydoll? (shows a pic from his google photos)

Priya : We saw everything, tell me now what she’s doing?

Dhamu : Software developer.

Priya : Where is she from?

Pavan : Madurai, now in Chennai.

Dhamu : Does she love you?

Pavan : Very much, She too is very serious.

Dhamu : Mom, he lies a lot nowadays. Definitely she’s mad or has some eye problem to like him.

Pavan didn’t hesitate a bit before throwing the water next to him on her. And prepares to get the beatings from Dhamu. Before anything could happen Priya intervenes,

Priya : Her parents know?

Pavan : Ha, yes. Her mom knows and talks to me once or twice a week.

Priya : call her then, let me speak.

Pavan hesitantly calls and the call connects through. Meera anticipated something like this might happen and was well prepared. She attends the call in one go and says “Hi Aunty, hi Dhamu”

The call lasted for 5 minutes between his mom and Meera while Dhamu just shared pleasantries. After the call, Pavan seems less tensed and more delighted. As he was away from the place since the call got connected.

Dhamu : (comes slowly to his brother sitting in the dinning table. Takes a glass of water and drinks half of it) Okay, She’s cute. But unlucky she can’t match my beauty.

Pavan, understands that its a green signal from his sister smiles and pinches her cheeks lovingly. Dhamu carries on speaking “She has any brother?”

Pavan : Nope, just a sister. Short and sweet like her sister.

The irritated little one gives a long stare, pours the remaining water on his brother’s head and walks away with disappointment. Smiling to scene, Priya walks around them and sits opposite him in the dinning table.

Priya : Seems like a nice girl da, let’s see. And Dhamu said you went Chennai to meet her couple of times. Better dad doesn’t know that you waste money on travelling unwantedly.

Pavan : Not frequently ma, just once or twice a year. That too if its really important.

Priya : What important was that you went last month.

Pavan : We had a small fight, i went to convince her.

Priya : Oh something you couldn’t do over a call?

Pavan : Yes Mom. I was stupid and hurt her for being so caring. She was so loving that i felt suffocated of it. Every moment she knows I am free, would call and check and me. It was too much for me to handle and I shouted at her one day saying my freedom is gone, you are on my neck all the time blah blah.., Felt it was the least i can do to visit her and apologize in person. So only..,

Looking at the passion in his eyes while saying all these, Priya understands that her son isn’t a kid anymore. Gets off the chair, rubs his hair in a motherly manner before leaving to take care of her routine work.

To be continued..,

Love story #8

The Mumma’s boy..,

Read Love story #7 for our previous encounter..,

All the adjectives Stunned, Shocked, Mesmerized, Astonished were not enough for him to express his state of mind. Not just a minute of two but he spent his whole journey back trying to text her something just to fall short of words every time..,

She too had her fair share of emotions bottling up to explode. Constant smiles from her lightened up her surroundings and to everyone’s amusement it increased exponentially frequent. Not knowing what to do, the girl hit the showers straight from office letting the tears of joy flow along her tempted soul and softened skin. she falls to knees gasping for breath and goes to bed.

The clock struck ten and its time for them to wish each other virtually. Both them were smiling at each other and finally she speaks, “you were scared as hell and bursts out laughing”.

Aditiya tries hard to defend the trembling legs but to no avail, his love of life kept on teasing him. Just like every other day, he surrendered to her eyes. She after such a long time loosens up a bit, says her signature statement “I love your voice”. She made sure he laughed his heart out and felt loved at the same time for his efforts. For the first time it’s the other way around where she got to see her Romeo doze off.

Aditiya wakes upto a long note, something he would take to his graves. But men are more of a social animal. When something good unexpected happens, they urge to share that is skyhigh. But our poor little hero did a promise that it will be kept as a secret from his friends.

Every little things that can relate to her flashed him the first kiss. It gave him goosebumps to think she came out of her fears and accepted him in the most dramatic way possible. He remembered the day he confessed his love to her. The touch of smooth attire she wore, the unmatched elegance he saw on the mirror and aroma that filled his heart while kissing her in the shoulder while asking her to be his priced possession forever.

But he very well knew that there is someone other than her whom he can’t hide anything. All his characteristic traits were the result of his beloved mother. The troubles she had to go through in making him a man instilled a strong love and care in him.

It didn’t take long for Priya (Aditiya’s mom) to sense the raising enthusiasm in his voice. His routine of calling his mom never changed but the frequently changing caller tunes were well notified to her by his sister Dhamayanthi.

Mumma’s boy had no control when at home. His taste buds were given a party after a long time. It was family time and the delightful dinner with Priya and Dhamu made it sweet as ever. But when his cutie-pie calls, he couldn’t say no. Getting up from his bed, he excused himself saying to go restroom which is next to his room and went upstairs (he completely forgot that terrace had no restroom).

The mother and daughter couldn’t control the laughter when he left hurriedly with phone and earphones. To make use of the situation, Dhamu made sure to tip toe him to the terrace and snapped him laughing and shying throughout the call.

Half an hour later, he came down to find both staring at him with so many questions to shoot up. But the poor little mumma’s boy started narrating from the train journey few years year back to the roadside show couple of weeks back.

Not just with loss of words but of thoughts could be seen from their expressions when Aditiya took gulps of water down his throat. He didn’t knew by then that the fun has just now started..,

Until next time..,

Love story #7

A night of solitude..,

Read Love story #6  for our previous encounter..,

She rushed with an angry face to open the door. Aditiya, just came to senses from the southpaw. Droplets of water from his cloths are spoiling the doormat and an angry look from angry bird queen makes him rewind the sweet slap moments back.

Nothing happened as he expected other than a pillow and bed-sheet thrown to the sofa.  He can see that she is hurt and clearly tired physically as well as mentally. Its obvious she’s not in a state to discuss anything and fell limb on the chair.

The numerous video calls meant he knew her castle in and out. Being the man she wants him to be, he hurried up for a hot shower. Found his cookery skills a place to implement and came with a cup of coffee. Put it on the table and called her phone which woke her up without breaking the silence (he knew it will be in low vibrate mode during nights).

The rain is yet to calm down so is her anger. The coffee tasted good and she isn’t sleepy anymore. She after putting up things on place came to see him fast asleep in the sofa.  She realized that its they together got into a fight rather than he hurting her feelings, her smile was as big as his stupidity.

For the first time in person, she gets to see him sleep like a baby and it did not trigger the frustrations she would get when he fails to attend her calls because of sleeping. Instead she liked this part of his charm. She made sure this moment is captured in her icloud. Though she now has no grudges left after the much-awaited visit has happened, she still knew he had to leave early in the morning. With a mixed feeling of love and lust, she gives him a forehead kiss and slumps into sleep.

Half past five in the morning, Aditiya wakes up knowing the purpose of his visit is served. Rushes to check if she had shared the picture after cleverly faking a deep sleep, he’s a bit disappointed not to see the usual long texts he receives from her.

Still cheerful of about the fact that it’s the first time she expressed her feelings towards him through actions, he does something very stupid. Why can’t men be practical at times and do things in a normal way? This idiot after watching so many rom-com movies decides to cook and did some chemical experiments that the god only knows for what.

Then hops into her room without her permission, sits next to her bed. The rising sun gives the most beautiful sight he can ever have of her. He moves ever so close to her, still with clumsy hair of his making him look like an idiot.

Her blue night rob is not at all doing its purpose of covering her assets. He slips himself to the bed with out disturbing her peaceful sleep. Put her attire to its places and took a snap of his lips caressing the side of her forehead.  The naughty side of him didn’t stop there and proceeded to take numerous snaps making funny faces.

The chimes woke her at 7 to a note of “Good morning Sunshine” with a cup of coffee. Knowing its just couple of hours for him to leave, she does her morning chores and sits for breakfast. She didn’t care to flinch about the terrible food and fixated her eyes on him.

Just as how every nerd reacts after getting answer sheet, our hero felt proud of his cooking skills. Still neither of them spoke a word to each other yet the tension from last night was nowhere to be seen. She’s done with her pre-checks before leaving and its not hard for him to figure out its time to say good-bye.

She leads the way to office by him to her left. Though it’s a less familiar territory, he pulls her to his left by arm in a protective manner. She can’t hide her shyness finds her phone vibrating. Aditiya, unlike her is generous and sent the picture he took in the morning with a quote “until our next fight”. Looking at the phone she puts a step wrong to get in the path of a swiftly moving car on a crossroad.

A big horn sound and drifting car with tires screeching the road got everyone’s attention there. She for a moment thought it’s over had her eyes filled with tears in an instant. The car lost its control for a moment but she was still in the path of inevitable.

Quick to grab her out of danger, Aditiya started shouting all those curses he ever heard. The forceful pull made her crash hard on his chest her feet on his. Lucky the scary thought of getting hit and the horn kept her ears out his mantras.

Her tears already made small patches of wetness in his shirt. The firmness in her hug made sure he could sense her heart beat racing. She could sense that his body is stiff and too warm from the anguish. Just in seconds things happened that brought them hugging in the road in-front of 100s of strangers.

A minute into his arms, she is now calm and composed and felt safer. She could feel his body loosen and his arms around her are more gentle and protective. His well built body is shivering now since he realized they are hugging. Now his heart started picking up pace and she came out of her shell to look at his face. Trust me folks, you can never find such cheapish expression anywhere else than a guy being in his first hug. Same in this case but she saved him from embarrassment by grabbing him by neck and placing a kiss on his lips.

Still a word isn’t spoken, he bid bye and started his journey back..,

To be continued…,

Love story #6

Wish it stayed like that..,

Read Love story #5  for our previous encounter..,

It was another valiant effort from him to reach out to her.., but this time he didn’t wait for things to happen. It was an unusual rain at her place, drenched in cold showers he stood outside her house.

“It was around 9, she managed to get back home without spoiling her beautiful saree and pretty smile at the corner of the lips. To his surprise, the later vanished the moment he saw her.

No words spiled out of her, but an angry look over his wet her and an urgency to get the towel was shown. It’s over he thought, looking at her concern to keep him warm. Minutes later, they were on a couch, she got into a blue night robe with orange sleeves and a clever shaped embroidery on to the chest. She made sure there was less light in the room.

He was holding a cup of coffee, she stood across the hall waiting for him to taste and show a sign that it was good. To her bad, it had no sugar. He doesn’t wanna spoil her eagerness and acted like it’s the best one he could ever have. She went in and brought a soothing pillow and bed sheet and threw it on his lap.

Her retreat to the room suddenly came to an halt as he had a firm grip on her left wrist. Still it was all silence and he stood up to her. Turned her towards him and held her cheeks in his right hand. There wasn’t any resistance from her but neither do acceptance.

She did her best to avoid an eye contact as it could wash away the anger in her. So, he gently planted his shivering lips on her forehead and ended its beautiful dance. Her anger started to come out through tears and few drops landed on his warm chest. She made sure he gets warm with a tight hug. Lying her head on to his chest, she tried to gather herself.

She gained sense to a filmy sound, first time to hear in real she couldn’t react to it. His heart, beat in pleasure hoping that moment will go on for a while, which in turn brought up a smile to the sobbing face of his queen.

He brought both his palms and held her face in close approximation, his thumps closing her eyes slowly, he managed to seal her eyes with light kisses making sure a drop of tear wouldn’t run on her silky skin of its pressure. She broke it to look at his eyes to convey a thank you for his patience over her madness, moved closer and opened up for him to taste her lips. He responded with a stare in her eyes, requesting confirmation from her..,”

And finally, his thoughts concluded when she slapped him for making her suffer by doing such silly things. Yes, now only she arrived but he was hoping the same could happen eventually…,

To be continued..,

Love story #5

Reach out..,

Read Love story #4  for our previous encounter..,

The relationship was going as sweet as fairy tale. Both kept constantly updating each other about day-to-day things. The discussion became short and sweet. The calls started being frequent and just a minute long as every break both could were getting meant a call is made to the other.

Weeks into the relationship came a company in the name of possessiveness and expectations. Her expectations were sky high. Aditiya did everything in his powers to keep her happy. However, he was happy running the extra mile for her every time, she felt that he’s not happy with her.

Things weren’t the same as before. Until now, it was a long distance relationship. Now, the distance between two hearts was long enough to create meaningless silence. She started avoiding him in order to make things for him.

She was firm on every previous call that it should be over. It is evident that she couldn’t handle it anymore, failing to satisfy his expectations hurt her more than he got hurt because of his expectations.

He thought she could be more optimistic, at-least half of what he is. He felt her presence was more realistic than anything else in his thoughts. It had some sense of longing towards him, a little bit of childishness and her signature laziness.

When things seemed to be falling apart, he made sure to hold it together. He tried to handle all her mood swings with a smile on face. At times, she thought he was too dramatic and playing smart. But all he wished is her to know that truth looks different.

The communications dried, giving him sleepless nights and senseless mind. He was not himself anymore. All his surroundings felt the discomfort he was going through. He tried to keep himself occupied with stuff and people, which previously used to be occupied by her call and virtual presence.

He decided it’s time to end, called her and as expected it left unanswered. Few hours later, the call got connected only to be answered by her colleague. He ended up hearing she is busy at the moment.

He waited for her to call back and his patience was tested enough. Again, the thought of calling her to wish good night but as he already knew what would happen decided not to. But he didn’t back down from his efforts.

Yes, our hero had other plans. She may not text back or attend his calls, so he packed his backpack and sneaked out of his residence knowing his friends would never let him go like this for her. Got a bus, arrived at her town.

Through a mutual friend of theirs, reached her home. He didn’t bother her with calls or texts, instead he waited for her to get the sight of unexpected, hoping she would come and open the door to his happiness.

Yes, he was at her doorsteps getting drenched in the cold unseasoned rain waiting for her to come.

To be continued..,