Puridhal - FF Part 2 - 6

Puridhal

Chapter 6

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Mullai transferred half the content of the cup into one and gave the rest to Kannan to eat. Its 9.15 PM and it’s way too early for the family to retire to sleep. She understood that the family is giving them time and space, this way and was thankful. She is going to utilize the time she got with her man. She felt nervous and elated all at once, but her excitement couldn’t be controlled as they get to spend some quality time now, all alone. As she turns to leave, she heard Moorthy calling out Kanna to come and sleep near their mother for the night. She smiled.

Mullai enters the room and finds Kathir sitting there, relaxed and sporting a smile. She admired the Man, her Man, her life for a few seconds. She cherished this moment, getting to see him and spend time with him in their room.

She knew she will be returning, as there was no other choice, but never thought that she will be this happy and contend on her return. Looking at him, the urge to go and lean on his shoulder surfaced. Now that she knows his liking for her, she simply wants to stay in the closest proximity to him as possible.

She slowly went and placed the cup down near him and sat down next to him. She quietly observed him. This is the first time she has sat this close with him, willingly. Those dense hair. Neatly combed even when he is about to go to sleep or has returned from a day of hard work.

His forehead – Neither too broad, nor too narrow. Most of the times it will wear wrinkles of hardship and worries. Not today. Those brows are relaxed without a frown tonight. Those eyes, even when closed gave her goosebumps. Appappa! She can never look into those eyes without melting into a puddle, yet she wants to keep looking at/ into it.

That sharp nose, always ready to carry his anger first thing he loses his cool. She moved her hand lightly to flick it, but held back at the last moment, realizing what she was about to do and blushed.

Those lips. They were actually soft, contrary to the popular belief of men’s lips being rough. The memories of the forehead kiss last night made her blush and yearn for more at the same time. Those cute cheeks hidden in that beard.

“Shave Pannalam la?!” She mused..

“Aana venam. Gethu ah irukaadhu..”

The ears that are slightly turned outwards, stretching on the sides, instead of setting in by the side of the head. She remembered a village saying stating, people with such feature turning out to be most intelligent. It did prove true in his case. He is an intelligent man. His actions and decisions from time to time proved it, loud and clear.

Above all, her favorite, his mustache. She has come to love this face. This man. She wished he would slightly curl the ends of his Mustache a little upward, adding to that rough and tough look. It will also be like her father. The two indispensable men in her life. Both she loves unconditionally.

“Enga appa madhri.! ivarum ambutu azhaghu dhan. Pinna.. Maama madhri mapillai iruka matara enna? Thathavum ippadi dhan irupaghanu solluvaagale! “

“Embutu Pasam vachuirukaaruga ! Saami… Oru vaarthai vaaya thorandhu solragala? Onnum kidaiyadhu! Irukatum.. innimel solla vaipom. “

She knows it’s been her who is the initiator. She has no qualms in being one and likewise he is comfortable and lets her be one. But, she did like it, when he too initiated few things in their relationship. He bowled her over with the only one initiative he took.

If this is how his actions will be, she is all ready and set to simply follow him. Not even her wildest dreams could match to the way this guy loves. Thinking again, she felt so small in front of all his love. She felt lucky time and time again.

To be Continued…