LOVING ACP SIR - PART 2

Author's POV

"Thalir, come on! I’m right here to catch you, so don’t be scared. Stand up, hold onto the wall firmly, and jump. You’ll sit on the wall, and from there, it’ll be easy. I’ll climb up, jump to the other side, and catch you when it’s your turn to get down. Focus, don’t be scared. Take a deep breath—you can do this," Aadhavan encouraged her, his voice calm yet persistent.

“It’s scary!” Thalir protested, her voice trembling. “It’s drizzling, my hands are wet—what if I slip and can’t hold onto the wall? No, no, no... I can’t do it.”

Thalir sat on Aadhavan’s shoulders, her legs dangling on either side. She was too terrified to stand. Aadhavan sighed, trying to suppress his frustration. He wanted to motivate his wife, but her fears held her back.

“Thalir... let’s try one last time, okay? Hold my hand, di,” he coaxed gently.

After a moment’s hesitation, Thalir summoned all the courage and trust she had in her husband. She gripped his hand tightly.

“Now, place your other hand on the wall,” he instructed. She obeyed, though her movements were cautious and shaky.

“Try to stand up... remember, I’m here. I’ll hold you. Just try,” Aadhavan assured her, his steady tone a pillar of support.

Thalir took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and braced herself, placing her full faith in her husband. Slowly, she tried standing on his shoulders. The rain had dampened his T-shirt, but he had deliberately chosen one with a thick fabric and thread patterns for better grip. Thalir leaned most of her weight onto the wall, careful not to pressure him too much. The ground beneath him was slippery, his slippers abandoned for better footing. One wrong move and both of them would fall back.

Finally, Thalir stood upright on his shoulders, shaky but triumphant. Aadhavan cheered, his enthusiasm drawing a shy smile from her lips. Yet, the hardest task still lay ahead.

“All right, now let go of my hand, hold the wall's edge firmly, and jump,” Aadhavan said.

Thalir’s eyes snapped open, her gaze fixed ahead. Her head was now above the wall’s level, and she could see the other side clearly. The wall came up to her shoulders. She inhaled deeply, whispered a prayer to every deity she could think of, and prepared to jump.

But as she steadied herself, a sudden lightning strike illuminated the surroundings, and Thalir froze. Her head turned back sharply, her eyes wide in astonishment. On her sister’s balcony, dimly lit but unmistakable, she spotted something—or someone. In that fraction of a second, her mind reeled. She blinked repeatedly, rubbed her eyes, and leaned forward for a better look. What she saw made her mouth fall open in shock.

“Fuck!”

“What now?” Aadhavan asked, his confusion growing as he looked up at Thalir. Her head was turned sharply to the side, her gaze fixed on something with intense focus.

“Yei, Imsa!” he called out, trying to get her attention. She didn’t respond.

“Imsa, focus! Jump now!” he urged.

“Forget that, Aadhava. I’m watching a free show here,”

she replied, her tone casual yet engrossed.

“What?”

“Oh, my lucky akka…”

she murmured, leaving him even more bewildered.

“Adiyei! How did Thulir come into this now?”

he asked, thoroughly confused.

“I don’t know when, but I just saw it a moment ago—right after the lightning,” she explained, her words tumbling out in excitement.