𝙼𝚛. 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝙼𝚛𝚜. 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗

Hello, friends!

Welcome to my new story. This one is extra special — set entirely in Kerala, filled with our customs, beliefs, and quirks. Other states may call us Mallu, but here’s a peek into the soul who we really are.

Are you ready to dive into a completely Mallu story?

Let’s begin...

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“What’s your name?” he asked.

“P-Please… don’t marry me,” she stammered, trembling.

“I’m just asking your name,” his deep voice rolled across the room like thunder.

She stood frozen, her body visibly shivering. Her eyes were wide, her teeth chattering, and her voice caught in her throat.

“Mmm…”

“Mmm…”

“Name?” he repeated with raised brows.

“M…y… na…me?”

“Yes. You forgot your name?” he teased.

“No, not like that. It’s… I’m…”

He waited patiently, arms crossed.

“I’m… GUNDUMULAKU,” she blurted.

Silence.

His lips parted. A second passed. And then—he burst out laughing.

“WHAT? Seriously? GUNDUMULAKU?! Is that your real name?”

She nodded robotically, her face comic and blank, like a character out of a cartoon.

He lost it.

He slumped onto the nearest sofa, laughing uncontrollably. His stomach hurt, his eyes filled with tears.

In thirty years of life, Sidhanth Varma had never laughed like this.

Looking at her utterly clueless expression only made him laugh harder. He finally caught his breath and wiped his tears.

“Okay okay… Hello, Gundumulaku! I’m Sidhanth Varma,” he said with mock politeness.

“WHAT!?”

“I just addressed you by your name.”

“What…!”

“You said your name is Gundumulaku. Is there a problem?”

“Yes!” she nearly shouted.

“Hmm?”

“My name is Niveditha Sharma, not Gundumulaku!”

“But you just said—”

“STOP. Forget it. Just call me Niveditha.”

He smiled. “Alright, let’s talk about the other thing you said…”

She blinked.

“You don’t want to marry me?”

“YES,” she said boldly.

“Why? Do you like someone else?”

“No!”

“Then…?”

“I’m not suitable for you,” she said, avoiding his gaze. “I’m a chubby girl. I’m not the kind of woman you should marry. You’re a good man… You deserve the best.”

A pause.

“Oh… so you like me, but don’t want to marry me?” he said, grinning.

She nodded, almost sheepishly.

“Then hear me loud and clear,” he said, standing up. “You are my destiny, my future, my wife. You were born to marry me. So let’s get married.”

“WHAT!?”

“I think you should consult an ENT doctor.”

“WHAT?”

“I said, you seem to be having hearing issues.”

“What the hell…”

“I’m just stating facts.”

“BYE! Let’s NOT meet at our engagement!” she snapped.

He winked. “Aww, but we will. See you there.”

As he turned to leave, she stood speechless.

“What the hell is happening around me?” she muttered.

“SIMPLE,” he said from the door. “You just met your future. Now go draw a picture of my handsome face in your heart.”

“WHAT?!”

“I insist. And please—get that ENT appointment fast!”

“YOUUUU!”

“Not ‘you’—just call me Sidhanth,” he laughed. “Or give me a nickname, if you like. But remember, I’ll always call you Gundumulaku.”

He disappeared, still chuckling.

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💫 This is the cute story of a bickering couple.

✅ Comedy ✔️ Heartwarming moments ✔️ A happy ending you’ll adore

So come laugh, swoon, and fall in love with them.

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