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Shruthi was dancing in front of the mirror, rehearsing for her arangentram-clad in a white anarkali suit and oxidised jewels. Her eyes rimmed with kohl, her moves graceful and precise as always.

Vajravel, who just came out of the shower froze the moment his eyes fell on her. He blinked, even pinched himself to see if the ethereal scene before him was real.

Yes, they dated for two years and married for three months now. Yet, he couldn't stop himself from falling in love with her over and over again.

"Gosh ! I might become blind seeing the angel before me" He clutched his chest dramatically.

A tiny smile curled up her lips, but she composed herself not breaking out of the character.

Vajravel settled on the bed, hair still damp from the shower. Nothing but a towel in his waist, his abs-Shruthi's favourite canvas flashing before her eyes.

"Vajra ! Go wear something" She finally gave up.

"Why ? Is it distracting, Mrs. Vajravel ?" He teased.

"It's disgusting, Mr. Shruthi" She lied. To be honest, she loved what she's witnessing.

"Oh you wound me, Love" He wiped his fake tears.

"Fine...it's not disgusting" Shruthi huffed and avoided his gaze, to hide the blush creeping up her face.

"You should've looked at my wife. She looked like she was going to kill me softly with her breath-taking beauty. I should've taken a video of it from my camera" He commented, pulling her gently into his lap.

"I'm still in awe cause the introvert guy I met two years ago vanished long ago. The man before me was always in full-on flirting mode." Shruthi teased trying to hide her flustered expression.

"You were the one who changed him into this" He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck.

"Vajra...stop. You just now took a shower" Her lips muttered those words, but her heart said otherwise.

"Shh. Stay...just a few minutes, Shruthi. I'll make us strawberry smoothies once we finish" Vajravel mumbled.

She hummed in response cause the smoothie deal felt gold.

And in the calmness of the morning-her lavendar perfume mixed with his aftershave.

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Vajravel has been constantly working because of his back to back shoots. He didn't even go home for the past three days-not only him but Aarudhran and Daniel too.

Modelling shoots.

Pre-wedding photoshoot.

Wedding shoot.

Video coverage for a house-warming function.

Travelling to purchase a few more things for their studios.

Editing the photos.

Making the snapshots look lively like they already were.

Vajravel loved his job, but he loved something-someone more than that, Shruthi. The only real light in his world full of flashlights. The only muse he would get inspired everytime he looks.

He felt guilty for not being able to spend time with her. His days felt incomplete without her presence.

He sighed, removing the strap of his DSLR. Fatigue and sleep deprivation swallowed him.

"VV, we have another new shoot waiting in our set" Daniel patted his shoulder slightly.

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming" Vajravel stood, adjusting his camera back, professional mode : on.

The tiredness and sleep, they still stayed but went invisible under his dedication towards his work.

He opened the door and darkness was the only thing which invited him. He frowned and turned on the light switch.

There stood Shruthi-a cake in her hands and face full of smile. He blinked. She was really here.

"Happy birthday, Vajravel. Happy birthday, Vajra. Happy birthday to my husband. Happy birthday to you" She sang, stepping closer to him after every word.

Today was his birthday. The realisation hit him. He was too busy that he forgot his own birthday.

"Thanks, Love. I love you." That was all came out of his mouth cause his heart was beating loudly for the woman standing before him.

"I love you more, Mr. Shruthi. Now, cut the cake" She said, pointing at the strawberry cake, doodled with multiple cameras and a cup of strawberry smoothie.

Aarudhran and Daniel emerged, joining them for the cake cutting.

She chuckled, smearing the whipping cream on his nose.

"Shruthi !" He did the same and pulled her cheeks.

"Um...sorry to interrupt but we're here for the free cake. So if you don't mind" Daniel spoke, making the couple come out of their romantic bubble.

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Shruthi was getting ready for her arangetram-It wasn't just her performance today, she was receiving an award as the 'best bharata kalaingnar of Chennai'

The sun shone bright, Ilayaraja songs playing in the background and her husband walking towards her with his camera and a cup of strawberry smoothie.

"Look at my wife, she's the most beautiful" Vajravel said, taking evil eyes for her and placed the cup on the table.

"Thanks to her husband" She replied, taking evil eyes for him in response. "You should be there on time, okay ?"

"Sure, Love. I'll be there before your program starts, I promise" He placed a kiss on her head. A kiss which spoke emotions than words could ever.

"Did you make one smoothie for yourself ?" She asked.

"My strawberry smoothie tastes way better" He pecked her lips, making her flush.

"Vajra !" Shruthi yelled, pretending to be annoyed.

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Shruthi was chopping strawberries into tiny pieces to add as a topping and Vajravel was humming a song while adding the ingredients to the mixie jar.

If someone's shooting an ad for strawberry smoothies then they should definitely cast these two.

They're promoting these along with the author like anything !

The buzzing sound of the mixer filling their cozy kitchen.

A few minutes passed, Vajravel transferred the smoothie to the glasses.

"Will our kids love this too ?" He blurted, not knowing the depth of what he said just now.

She choked on the strawberry she was eating, "What ?!"

"I said will our kids lov-" He stopped midway. The realisation drowned him.

He just stated about their potential future kids casually.

"They will" Shruthi nodded, her cheeks heating up.

"Back to being my blushing bold lady ?" He teased.

"Shut up" She said, adding the chopped strawberries on top of the smoothie.

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Mazhai Vara pogudhey from Ennai Arindhaal was playing in the background.

Shruthi was admiring her photographer boyfriend-sorry, husband now.

How his eyes were fixed on the viewfinder, to set the apt view. A bead of sweat running down his face despite the AC. His hair tousled and shirt crisp yet perfectly messy at the same time.

"You would've married your camera if I didn't show up in your life right ?" She asked, out of the blue.

"What ?" He frowned, confused at her sudden question.

"Nothing" She shrugged.

"Come here" Vajravel held her wrist and guided her to the studio room.

He switched on all the lights-from soft boxes to LEDs. The room brightened with the form of radiation that has both wave and particles.

"I know I told you this multiple times from the time we're dating..." He started. "This studio-Frames and Stills isn't a place for me. It's my sacred temple. My first child. It may sound dramatic...but I myself don't know how I became this passionate about cameras and all this brightness. Being a night owl I should've hated these eye blinding lights but instead I found myself getting intrigued by these.

Maybe it's the way how cameras enhanced the already beautiful things existing in this world. Maybe how we can still a moment with a still from paloroid. How we can make an occasion even special with freezing the memories in the photos. Maybe how vividly cameras capture the world. Maybe it's because photos are the only thing which stops the time" He stated, his eyes staring at hers.

"I probably said this a hundred time and still why are you not stopping me ? I'm sorry for being such an annoying-" She sealed her lips with his stopping his sentence midway.

Initially he was taken aback but soon gained his composure and kissed back.

She pulled away after a few minutes, "Don't you dare call yourself annoying. I loved every word you spoke about your love towards Frames and stills and your passion. More than that, I love you, Vajra" She tip-toed and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Thanks, Love...I love you more" He hugged her.

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"Vajravel ! You jerk !" Vajravel heard her yell from the bedroom.

He strolled in recalling what mistake he had done.

"What happened, Love ?" He asked, still wondering what wrong he had done.

"You don't even know what you did, right ?" She shot a sharp glare.

"Yeap" He lied.

"Then tell me, what did you do ?"

"I...Me..." He dragged, obviously cause he certainly didn't know what he did.

"I...Me...You...What ? Speak up, Mr. Vajravel Maaran !"

"Fine. I don't know what wrong I did, Love. I'm really sorry" He looked down in guilt.

"Towel" That single word is enough for him to understand.

"Sorry" He muttered.

"How many times do I have to tell you ? Do NOT put your wet towel on the bed" She raised her voice. But all Vajravel could see was his frustrated adorable, he smiled.

The audacity.

Shruthi had enough, she placed the towel on his hands.

"Chi, sirikkira nee ?" She said, like the dialogue from the meme.

(Seriously ? Are you smiling ?)

"I swear I wouldn't do it again, Love" He apologized.

"Yeah yeah saying that for the n th time" She rolled her eyes.

"You look adorable when you're angry" He pulled out the 'flirting' card, a tiny smirk formed at the corner of his lips.

Shruthi who arguing like a menace froze, processing his words.

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𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐎𝐒, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐕𝐚𝐣𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢 ?

𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐁𝐲𝐞𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬 💌

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