Rudra’s POV:
I went straight to her room ... I can’t even eat if she doesn’t eat. And the cherry on top? She’s crying and angry at me.
So now, I have to calm her down and feed her — of course, it’s my duty.
I slowly walked into her room. As expected, she was crying.
I placed the plate on the table beside her bed and sat next to her. Then, I started gently caressing her hair.
“Jannu, legu… lunch thechanu.”
(Jannu, get up… I brought lunch.)
She didn’t even respond. I sighed and tried again.
“Nanna, legu…”
(Betu, get up.)
I held her arms and tried to make her sit up on the bed, but she was being stubborn. So, I slightly raised my voice.
“Jannu, legu… naku malli kopam tepinchaku.”
(Jannu, get up… don’t make me angry again.)
After hearing that, she finally sat up....glaring at me.
“Enti, nakem vadhu mi food. Nenu thinnanu… naku akaliga ledhu,” she said, still glaring.
(What? I don’t want your food..... I’m not hungry.)
“Sare, sorry....nadhe tappu.”
(Okay sorry...it’s my mistake.)
I said that, but Madam huffed and replied,
“Avariki kavali mi sorry? Titali sorry chepali nakem vadhu....ikkadnunchi vellu, bava.”
(Who needs your sorry? You yelled at me and now you’re saying sorry? Go away, bava!)
I cupped her face gently between my hands.
“Sorry nana… please ni bava ni kshaminchu. Nv ala padipoyesariki bayam esindhi. Careful ga undali kadha, ha?”
(I’m sorry, betu. Please forgive your bava. I got scared when you slipped… you need to be careful, okay?)
I asked softly. She nodded, pouting a little.
For a second, my eyes fell on her lips.... I quickly looked away and cleared my throat.
“Ok, ra… evala bava thana jannu ki tinipisthadu.”
(Okay, come.... today bava will feed his Jannu.)
Saying that, I started feeding her. Suddenly she asked,
“Nv thinnava, bava?”
(Did you eat, bava?)
I said no. Then she took the plate from my hand and began feeding me gently.
Like that, we finished our lunch together.
After washing our hands, I kissed her temple and said softly,
“Sleep for some time, hmm? The pain will go down.”
She hummed in reply. I tucked her into bed, kissed her temple once more, and went to my room.
Jannu's pov:
I’m so angry at him! I got injured and he yelled at me like I did it on purpose.
I didn’t even want to eat lunch, so I silently came to my room. My leg was hurting badly, so I thought of taking some rest.
But his harsh words kept playing in my mind, making me cry.
I don’t even know why I’m crying over his words .. maybe my periods are near.
Anyway, I decided not to talk to him anymore.
“Nane thidutada thana jannu ni…”
(He yelled at me… me, his Jannu!)
Suddenly, the door opened. I didn’t even have to look — I knew it was my bava.
Like always, he coaxed me sweetly… as if I were a delicate doll.
Let me tell you something .....he never says sorry to anyone. Never.
Except to me. Since childhood, whenever he made a mistake related to me, he would definitely apologize ..... no matter what. I don’t know why.
Later, he fed me, and I forgave him easily .... because I know it was my mistake.
I should’ve been more careful. He got angry because he was scared for me.
So, I’m not even mad at him anymore. I just got hurt by his tone, that’s all.
It’s okay....I know how much he cares for me. Don’t take his anger seriously. It’s just worry and frustration mixed with love.
Okay, bye now .... I’ll sleep. If he finds out I’m not sleeping and talking to you guys, he’ll scold me again!
So… “Good night!”
Wait ..... sorry, sorry ....
“Good afternoon!”
But since I’m going to sleep, never mind. Bye guys, let me sleep.
Time skip,
Tomorrow is Bathukamma Festival, so there’s a lot of work going on in our house.
Of course, our house has to look the most beautiful — it’s the Sarpanch saab’s house, a.k.a. my bava’s house.
Everyone’s busy decorating, and bava went out to check the village arrangements.
We celebrate Bathukamma grandly in our village.
I’m doing only a little work because my leg still hurts — bava ordered me to sit in one place and not run around.
I’m making garlands with flowers to decorate the main doors.
In childhood, bava and I used to roam around the village during Bathukamma.
He always brought me a separate set of flowers to make my own Bathukamma — because I always wanted to make it independently, without help from Amma or Athaya
He was always by my side, no matter what.
Let’s see how this Bathukamma goes .... it’s always special for both of us. We have so many memories from this festival.
Back then, he was the only one I allowed to help me make my Bathukamma.
We used to make tiny ones and play around them.
Bava would say,
“Nenu adanu… nenu ammayi kadhu. Nv aduko, nenu chusta.”
(I won’t play… I’m not a girl. You play, I’ll just watch.)
But stubborn me never listened. I’d always force him to join by showing my puppy face — which he could never resist.
He always brought me new anklets and bangles for Bathukamma, and I gifted him a new pancha and shirt every year.
It was our thing ......our little secret.
Well… once upon a time
, it was a secret.
Now, everyone knows.
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