A Mysterious She-wolf novel Chapter 41

Kavi's POV

I awed at the shining fireflies in the darkroom. This was a fantastic sight to see. I noticed Akhilan's aura radiating guilt and I tightened my grip on his hand and mind linked him.

'Don't feel bad, baby. Even I forgot about it with all the chaos. I love you always. You don't have to prove your love to me with gifts.'

I tried to convince him. His aura mixed with love and adoration but still, guilt was there

'I will be back, Anjali.'

He removed my hand around his bicep and I felt his footsteps going back. When I turned around to stop Akhilan, Maayan caught my wrist.

"He might return with something which would make him feel better. I could sense his jealousy and guiltiness. Now let's go. They are waiting for you."

He pulled me closer to him.

Though the tingles weren't there, I could feel my body reacting to his touch. This feels so right and wrong at the same time to be in his hold. And it was scaring me that I was forgetting about my mate whenever I was with Maayan. The room lightened up and the fireflies flew up and started rounding around the ceiling. I smiled at Aadhira and other men and walked to them.

"We are leaving tonight to Qywesir. So I didn't plan anything big. Hope you don't mind this small celebration."

I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Are you telling this is a small celebration? Balloons, flower shower, wish from fireflies. This is the grandest birthday I celebrated so far. Don't you know? You have been stalking me all these years?"

I replied mockingly hiding my excitement. He smiled but narrowed his eyes at the last sentence. He circled my waist and pulled me closer to him and looked into my eyes. I gasped and looked at his fiery red eyes. Like fire, he was swallowing me with his eyes.

"I wasn't stalking you, Cupcake. I was watching you."

He said in a low tone near my ear. He let me go when Aadhira cleared her throat. I feel so carefree when I was in his arms.

The warriors stood in a row and bowed before me extending their swords and swear their loyalty to me. I felt warm and contented with their action and asked them to go to continue their duty.

"Do you want to cut the cake and celebrate like humans do? I can get that for you. But be prepared. Anything may happen tonight. I don't want to think negative about our mission. But if anything goes wrong don't feel guilty and remember that I always love you, Cupcake."

He said in a heavy tone making my heart swell with pain.

"No. I'm fine with this arrangement. Nothing will happen to you, Maayan. I won't let anything happen to both of you."

I instinctively stand on my toes and cupped the back of his neck to bend him down and pecked his cheek softly. My soul was recognising our touch as I felt like Dejavu while kissing him.

He smiled at me warmingly and asked me to retire to the room and told me that he will send me food there. I nodded my head and walked to my room taking the bouquet he had given me. I was adoring the flowers and lost my path. I looked around for the guards but a door with a unique smell drawn my attention.

I pushed the door open and smell of heavy chemical with fruitiness hit my nostrils. I used my vision and found a switch like a thing and turned it on. The room lit up. I gasped and my eyes widened. The room was filled with the painting of me... Ummm... It was Layla's. In various poses amid nature and at a different situation. But it was like I am seeing the most beautiful version of myself. The canvases were human height. I walked up to them and caressed the leathery canvas. A picture where Layla was just wearing old-styled one piece and sitting on the steps of the pond outside and looking up at the stary sky with a beautiful smile which made me amazed. It was me. I have never known I could be this beautiful. Who painted this? I could tell the person who drawn this must have a great talent.

I walked to the next canvas on the other side of the wall and caressed and painting where Layla was petting a golden yellow big seven-headed cobra with adoration. Layla's emotions were shown very beautifully in the canvas. I touched the frame of the canvas and to my surprise, it slid to left and another piece of art was there behind. I realised there was a big collection of the album here and started moving them to the left side.

A few pictures of Layla and Maayan came up. I could tell they were so much in love from the paintings. These were memories of the couple and their emotions were clearly portrayed here. After a few slides, I noticed the paintings getting intimate about their embrace, kisses and stargazing cuddles. I was bewildered when I saw the nude canvas of them and the next few were them making love.

Who might have drawn such explicit paintings? Damn it! I could feel my blood heated up but I couldn't stop myself from seeing the further canvases. My cheeks were burning upon seeing the replica of me with a man in intimate position and my perverted mind was imagining me in Layla's place and was making my panty wet.

After gazing and admiring the canvases completely, I peeked out of the room cautiously not wanting anyone to know I saw them. I walked out closing the door softly behind me carefully. I turned around and startled to see Maayan looking at me with his hands crossed across his chest.

"Hi!"

I waved sheepishly. His eyes darkened as if knowing why I was uncomfortable.

"Whats are you doing in my gallery?"

He asked in a deep voice and his red eyes were scrutinising me.

"Your gallery?"

I gasped out. Now I realise how the paintings were so beautiful. Because he showed his love and passion into drawing us and I could understand that's how he sees me. I look so beautiful in his vision.

"Yeah! That's what I said! Painting is my hobby. And painting you is my favourite hobby."

He replied cockily blocking me by placing his hands on both sides of the door.

"Your paintings look so good! I never know I could look so beautiful like you portrayed me!"

I said with extra cheers to escape this embarrassing situation also because of my self-control getting slipping away every passing second with his close proximity. And the thing that I have been thinking about him past few minutes in most possible intimate ways wasn't helping me. He didn't say anything but looked deeply into my eyes. I gulped and stared back at him.

"என் காதலி...என் கண்மணி... என் சிநேகிதி...!

உன்னோடு நான் இருந்த ஒவ்வொரு மணி துளியும் மரண படுக்கையிலும் மறக்காது கண்மணியே...!

தொன்னூறு நிமிடங்கள் தொட்டணைத்த காலம் தான், என்னூறு ஆண்டுகளாய் இதயத்தில் கணக்குதடி...

பார்வையிலே சில நிமிடம், பயத்தோடு சில நிமிடம், கட்டி அணைத்தபடி கண்ணீரில் சில நிமிடம், இலக்கணமே பாராமல் எல்லா இடங்களிலும் முத்தங்கள் விதைத்த மோகத்தில் சில நிமிடம்...

உன்னோடு நான் இருந்த ஒவ்வொரு மணி துளியும் மரண படுக்கையிலும் மறக்காது கண்மணியே...!

எது நியாயம்? எது பாவம்? இருவருக்கும் தோன்றவில்லை!

அது இரவா? அது பகலா? அதை பற்றி அறியவில்லை!

யார் தொடங்க? யார் முடிக்க? ஒரு வழியும் தோன்றவில்லை!

இருவருமே தொடங்கிவிட்டோம்... இதுவரைக்கும் கேள்வி இல்லை...!

அச்சம் களைந்தேன்; ஆசையினை நீ அணைத்தாய்...

ஆடை களைந்தேன்; வெட்கத்தை நீ அணைத்தாய்...!

கண்ட திருகோலம் கனவாக மறைந்தால்; கடைசியிலே அழுத கண்ணீர் கையில் இன்னும் ஒட்டுதடி...!

உன்னோடு நான் இருந்த ஒவ்வொரு மணி துளியும் மரண படுக்கையிலும் மறக்காது கண்மணியே...!

En kaadhali... en kanmani... en snegidhi...

Unnodu naan irundha ovvoru mani thuliyum marana padukkaiyilum marakkaadhu kanmaniye...!

Thonnooru nimidangal thottanaitha kaalam thaan, Ennooru aandugalaai idhayathil kanakkuthadi...

Paarvaiyilae sila nimidam...

Bayathoadu sila nimidam...

Katti anaithabadi kanneeril sila nimidam...

Ilakkanamae paaraamal ellaa idangalilum muthangal vidhaitha mogathil sila nimidam...

Unnodu naan irundha ovvoru mani thuliyum marana padukkaiyilum marakkaadhu kanmaniye...!

Edhu nyaayam? Edhu paavam? Iruvarukkum thondravillai!

Adhu iravaa? Adhu pagalaa? Adhai patri ariyavillai!

Yaar thodanga? Yaar mudikka? Oru vazhiyum thondravillai!

Iruvarume thodangi vittom; Idhu varaikkum kelvi illai!

Achcham kalaindhen; Aasaiyinai nee anaithai!

Aadai kalaindhaen; Vetkatthai nee anaithai!

Kanda thirukolam kanavaaga maraindhal

Kadaisiyil azhudha kanneer kaiyil innum ottudhadi...!

Unnodu naan irundha ovvoru mani thuliyum marana padukkaiyilum marakkaadhu kanmaniye...!

[ENGLISH VERSION:

My lover... My darling... My friend...

Every single moment that I spent with you, will not be forgotten even in my death bed, darling!

The 90 minutes that I spent touching and caressing you feel like it weighed (and disturbed me) in my heart for over 800 years...

Few minutes with just the looks...

Few minutes with fear...

With an intimate hug, a few minutes with tears...

Without any pattern /structure, a few minutes in the intoxication of kisses that I seeded all over your body...

What is ethical? What is a sin in what we did? We both were not able to recognize it.

Whether it is night or day, we did not care to know about it.