LOVING ACP SIR - PART 2

Author's pov

Thulir clung to him, her body trembling with the effort to compose herself. When she finally managed to gain control, it dawned on her that Agathiyan hadn't hugged her back, nor had he uttered a single word. His lack of reaction was a crushing blow. She swallowed the lump in her throat, her eyes lifting from his chest to meet his gaze. Her hands, still clutching his shirt collar, felt the dampness of her tears that had soaked through. The tear stains on her cheeks were painfully visible, rendering her even more fragile and vulnerable in his eyes. He looked down at her, his expression unreadable, and the silence between them grew heavier. Thulir's lips were dry; she licked them and swallowed again, desperately trying to find her voice.

"I... I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

There was no response, not even the slightest flicker of emotion from him. Thulir felt her heart sink. She took a deep breath, readying herself to pull away from him, the ache in her chest intensifying. Just as she began to move, he suddenly encircled his arms around her, pulling her back into his embrace. His movements were almost desperate, as if he couldn't bear to let her go. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her fragrance deeply, his breath warm against her skin. His grip tightened, conveying a depth of emotion he couldn't put into words.

It took her a moment to comprehend his actions, but when she did, she hugged him back with all the strength she could muster. Her fingers threaded through his hair, gently caressing and comforting him. She realized that he was fighting his own battle of emotions, just as she was, and in that silent exchange, they found solace in each other's presence.....

After long pause she called him

"Agathiyaa"

"Shhh...pesatha dii"

(Shh...don't talk dii)

"huh...Agath"

"Pesatha nu sonein......Nee pesuna varaikum pothum amaithiya iru"

(I said don't talk....you already said enough now keep quite)

he mumbled Thulir smiled and kissed side of his head

"Kovama???"

(Angry???)

"Huhhuh"

Agathiyan shook his head, his embrace tightening as if he could never let her go. He pressed his lips to her shoulder and neck, each kiss a silent promise. Thulir's soft giggle broke the tension, the ticklish sensation of his mustache against her skin offering a fleeting moment of lightness.

With a deep breath, Agathiyan pulled away just enough to cup her face in his hands. His eyes bore into hers, a thousand unspoken words swirling between them. He looked at his wife, and a chuckle escaped his lips-a sound filled with relief, affection, and the weight of everything left unsaid.

"Ena da apdi pakura"

(Why are you looking at me like that?)

"Therila dii Nee tha solanum ipo naa ena panatum"

(I don't know dii.. You tell what I should do now?)

He asked, and Thulir frowned, her confusion evident. With a gentle shake of his head, he leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead, then rested their foreheads together. Thulir's frown melted into a smile as she cupped his neck, her thumb softly brushing over his week-old, unshaved beard. He grasped her wrist tenderly and kissed her palm, before gazing into her eyes once more, seeing only boundless love reflected back at him.

"En dii ena avlo love pandra"

(Why you love me too much dii)

"Therila Agathiya....en Thapa??"