Nenjamellam kadhal

Chapter - 40

Hello, Makkaley!!! I know I took a long sabbatical for a variety of reasons, the most important of which was my laptop. Sorry that I kept you all waiting and thank you all for your patience in waiting for my updates. Here is the next chapter.

Recap: Sakthi was picked up by Jithu from her house for their first date .

Sakthi

He appeared to be more attractive. While we were out, I sneaked a few glances when he was not looking. I felt embarrassed after what happened in my room. Thank goodness he has not teased me about it any longer. He probably would have seen more beautiful women than me so I was not sure why he still wanted to be with me.

He led me to his bike and sat down to drive it after handing me a helmet. "Because it is supposed to rain today, I rode my bike instead of driving my Jeep. If it becomes sunny, we could swap for the jeep. "

I wore the helmet and sat double-sided with my handbag between us, checking my phone for messages and keeping it in my bag while he took off from my home. He looked at me through the side mirror after a few minutes and said, "Pudichiko vizhundhurapora d."

"Pakalaya nee? na double side dha okandhruken vizha maten." I asked, smirking.

"Adhu nee vizhama iruka matum ilka. Yen aasa unnoda ipdi bike la onna poganum, enna nee irukka pudichikanumnu." He turned his torso slightly to take my left hand from my thigh and place it on his waist.

With a blush, I gripped his shirt on both sides of his waist. Chocolate venuna sapdu pasikidhunu appovey sonniye."

With curious thought, "Enga porom?"

"First sapdalam. Enna sapdanum unaku?" I heard his muffled voice through his helmet.

"Dosa. Na chocolate aparama saptukuren. ippo enaku dosa pasi pasikidhu."

"Epaparu dosa. Bore adikalaya d unaku?" He countered me.

"Nee Italy la okandhu kaanju porapo dosa aruma puriyum."

"Sari polambhadha dosaye vaangi tharen."

He parked his bike at a popular vegetarian restaurant chain. In a booth, we sat across from each other. We both ordered masala dosa and coffee for him while we waited for our orders to arrive.

Because he requested it first, the waiter brought him coffee. "Jithu enaku oru vai taste tha," I asked as he drank his coffee.

"Sari enaku enna tharuva coffee kudutha." With a mischievous glint in his eyes and a smirk, he inquired.

"Enna venum?" I asked out of curiosity.

Biting his lips to control smiling," Enna ketalum tharuviya? Aparam pechu maara kudadhu."

His actions made me dubious: "Hmm, nee munadi madri la marita po enaku onnum theva illa neeye vachiko na thania order panni kudichikiren."

"Ama munadi madriye va iruka mudium? Ippo has a girlfriend. Unna love panna vaika enna vena pannuven. Konjamadhu boyfreind ah nadandhukalana epdi. Enna patha unaku samiyar madri theriadha? Un vishayathla na pacha poriki d. Adha solla konjam kuda koocham illa enaku. Ippodhaiki kekuren aparam unta irundhu ellathaum eduthupen kekamaten." He responded with a wide smile.

As he finished, my breath caught in my throat, and I could not meet his intense gaze, so I interrupted him with, "Podhum podhum, but I like Palaya Jithu. Na keta odaney tharuvan even cigarette thandrukan. Indha Jithu coffee kuda tharamatran bhadiluku enna kudupa nu kekuran. It became like trading."