Even after marriage for so long my life was not complete...there was a great truth in it...

My life after marriage is perfect... could it be because of my problem... there was a big truth in it...

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A week has passed since the marriage. Still Tirtha is not fully adapted to the new situation. Since Krishnamurti already knew her character and manners, Trideep or his family had no difficulty in accommodating her. Lalita had more affection than love for her daughter-in-law, who was always close to her despite her reserved nature and kept walking behind her asking what's up mom.

Iyer was also fond of her. Trideep and Theertha were the unawakened couple of newbies. To talk close to the beloved, to be close to Konchal, to dream on her lap, to play pranks, to fill her with kurum, to tell stories late at night, to spread a kiss on her cheeks with his nearness, to suffocate her mind with his love, to finally sink into the Arya Theerth and flow like a river with her. wanted However, he was willing to wait for her, embracing the girl in her.

There are still days left to complete the vacancies taken in connection with the marriage. So he stayed at home. After taking a bath in the morning, when I went out of the room, the person I was looking for in the kitchen was not there. He took tea from the flask and went to the next door, thinking that there might be a commotion outside. As expected, she was standing in a churidar with her gray hair tied back. She makes a beautiful kolam with rice powder. He stared at the sight for a while.

"Do I really want to help?"

Sensing Deep's presence behind her, she looked up. Then he gave him a faint smile.

"No, Deepetta. Done.”

She quickly finished drawing.

"Do you like it here? Mmm”

"Like"

"Then why are you always silent like this"

"I don't know how to talk much"

Deep laughed hearing Tirtha say innocently.

"Come here, let me ask"

He held her close to him and made her sit on the threshold. Her whole body trembled. I can't even lift my head and move. Also, the thought of what her mother would think if she saw it made her think.

"Should someone teach me how to speak?"

“Ah… not like that, Deepetta. I don't know what to do. "

"Have you been like this since you were a baby?"

"Mm..."

"So what"

"don't know"

"But now I want to know. How can you stay silent like this? I like a fussy wife.”

Deep said a bit harshly and she was bent over.

"Afraid"

"Mm..."

” Am I serious? "

"Mm..."

"What's next?"

"What program"

"Aren't you looking for a job?"

“Mm… hmm”

"what is that"

“Deepetta, as long as I stay here. I like it"

She lowered her face with a small smile. No matter how hard she tried to speak, she showed no sign of approaching. Deep was starting to get a little angry as Murich answered only to ask. He was sure that changing her would not be so easy. But when they started talking again without showing their anger, Lalita called them for breakfast. With that, Tirtha's gaze went to Lalita. Seeing that, Deep sat motionless. His aim was to know her movements.

She got up and looked at Lalita. There is constant expression. However, Lalita's face is always full of affection. Although sixty years old, the body is as young as it hesitates to admit. A face full of wealth, even though it is very fat. A tuft of long hair is tied at the ends. They wear brightly colored sarees that highlight the body color. As if to express love and respect for her husband, the flaming seam line on the chest and the big crimson spot below it made them more beautiful. Lalita looked at Tirtha's face. Addiction there.

"That's mom..."

"What the hell"

“No it’s… uh… I”

"I didn't ask anything. Come on, the food has been taken away."

They looked back every now and then as they walked away. They also laughed when they looked at Deep. He is holding back his laughter seeing the expressions of Tirtha who is scared for something that is not there. Lalita nodded and walked inside. When his mother's proximity changed, he grabbed her hand and pulled her. Unexpectedly, she fell straight into Deep's lap. He was also frightened by the fall. He looked down at his lap. She blinked and looked at Deep with tears in her eyes.

“Mmm…”

Deep Pirikam asked and she winked. He wanted to kiss her forehead. I thought a lot. Then looked at her.

"Let me kiss you"

Is she shocked?

The next moment his lips were on her forehead. She felt something softer than a flower pressed against her forehead. She closed her eyes and kissed him...

(To be continued....)

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