Chapter 4
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Simbu video called me.
I picked up my phone, and his cheerful voice greeted me.
“Hey, Kannama, good morning.”
I smiled. “Good morning.”
He stared at me, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
“What’s going on in that evil mind of yours?” I asked.
“Nothing much, just thoughts of last night, baby. You made my night sleepless. Even in my dreams, I saw your beautiful curves,” he teased.
“Enough, Simbu,” I said, half-smiling, trying to hide my blush.
He smirked. “So, have your parents come back?”
“No,” I replied.
“Then I can expect the next level today,” he said with a meaningful grin.
I laughed. “In your dreams.”
“Please, Kannama, make my dreams come true.”
“And stop calling me baby!”
“Okay,” he said with a soft chuckle. “Even I don’t like calling you baby—it doesn’t feel sincere. I’d rather call you Kannama.”
His words caught me off guard. Kannama, a poetic Tamil term meaning “apple of my eye.” The sweetness in his tone impressed me.
“So, you like it, Kannama?” he asked, sensing my reaction.
I smiled. “Kinda.”
“Don’t smile like that,” he said in a low tone. “It’s dangerously hot.”
I shook my head. “Okay, I’m going to take a shower. I’ll call you later.”
“Me too. How about we bathe together?” he smirked.
“No thanks.”
“Okay, then at least remove your t-shirt,” he begged.
I laughed. “Who says I’m even wearing one today?”
His eyes widened with excitement. “Kannama, please, show me some mercy!”
I placed my phone on my dressing table, stepped back, and removed my t-shirt. Then I slid down my pants, revealing my red lace bra and panties.
His jaw dropped. “Dammit, Kannama, you’re killing me.”
I smiled. “Hope I showed you enough. Bye.”
He groaned. “Kannama…”
“What?” I asked, amused.
“Talk to me a little longer, just like this. Please,” he pleaded.
I laughed softly. “Okay, just five minutes.”
He smiled and sat on his bed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Kannama, could you put your hair in a bun? I love your long, black hair, but sometimes it’s my biggest enemy.”
I raised my hands and tied my hair into a bun.
He let out a soft moan. “What a perfect figure you have. I can’t take my eyes off you.”
“Okay, Simbu. I really have to go now. My parents will be back in a few hours,” I said.
He nodded reluctantly. “Okay.”
“Go take a shower while I do the same,” I told him with a smile.
He grinned. “Alright.”
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After My Shower
I dressed in a simple blue sleeveless kurti and leggings. I dried my wet hair, tied it halfway, and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch for my parents.
While I was chopping vegetables, my phone buzzed with a call. It was Simbu.
I answered and placed the phone on the counter. “Kannama, you look so homely while cooking. Perfect,” he said, staring at me.
I smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Have you had breakfast?”
“No, Kannama. It’s too early here,” he replied.
“At least have some cereal. Don’t sit on an empty stomach,” I insisted.
He nodded and walked to his kitchen. I watched as he prepared a bowl of cereal.
“Add some fruit to it,” I suggested. “It’ll be healthier.”
He obediently chopped a banana and added it to the bowl. “That’s better,” I said, smiling.
As I finished chopping vegetables, he ate his cereal while still staring at me.
“What’s your schedule today?” I asked.
“I have an exam, but I’m not prepared,” he admitted.
“You should start studying now,” I said.
“It’s all theoretical and boring,” he complained.
“Send me the material. I’ll help you,” I offered. “I studied electrical communication engineering, so I might be able to explain it.”
He smiled and forwarded the PDF.
While my vegetable rice cooked in the pressure cooker, I reviewed the material. It was simpler than I expected, closely related to my field of study.
“Ready for your lecture, Simbu?” I asked.
He laughed. “Are you serious, Kannama?”
“Why not?” I teased.
“Alright. I’m ready,” he said, sitting at his study table.
I explained the concepts to him in fifteen minutes. He listened intently, his expression a mix of concentration and admiration.
“You’re amazing,” he said afterward. “I won’t tell you how much I understood—let my test results speak for themselves.”
I laughed. “You’re officially my first student.”
“Kannama, I’m so proud to be your first student. You’re going to be the best lecturer someday,” he said sincerely.
I smiled, feeling a warmth in my chest.
By then, my vegetable rice was ready. I turned off the stove and settled on the sofa. Simbu was revising his notes, his face serious and focused.
I admired him quietly, his sharp jawline and neatly trimmed beard making him look effortlessly handsome.
When he finished, he caught me staring. “Someone’s been peeking at me,” he teased.
I laughed. “Nothing like that. Go get ready for college.”
He grinned. “Not until you tell me what you were admiring about me.”
I laughed again. “I’ll tell you in our next call. Bye! All the best for your exam.”
“Bye, Kannama,” he said with a playful smile, blowing a kiss at the camera before hanging up.
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