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MAHALIN ( TO LOVE, TO BEHOLD AND TO CHERISH)

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SANGEETHA KAMATH

 


Finale: 

              The Cinderella Story

Fluffnut and Muay Thai's bond grew stronger with each passing day. They'd spend hours lounging in the sunbeams that streamed through the windows, or out in the garden chasing the occasional swarm of butterflies and stray pigeons who skittered past them playfully and lazing together in the afternoon sun.

Muay's playful nature brought out Fluffnut’s more energetic side, while Fluffnut’s calm demeanor soothed Muay’s rambunctious spirit.

One afternoon, as they were lounging on their favorite cushion, Fluffnut began to groom Muay Thai's fur. Muay Thai purred contentedly, basking on the verge of falling into a relaxing deep sleep.Fluffnut worked out a knot in Muay Thai's coat as Muay Thai's eyes grew heavy. The fondness was evident.

As the days turned into weeks, their affection for each other only deepened. Fluffnut would often surprise Muay Thai with little gifts – a ball of yarn, frangipani blooms which had scattered on the lawn, or even a freshly caught mouse. Muay Thai would reward Fluffnut with gentle head butts and soft purrs.

Their bonhomie was not without its challenges, however. One day, Fluffnut managed to get himself stuck behind the couch whilst he was trying to sneak something behind it and meowed pitifully as he tried to wriggle free. Muay Thai sprang into action, squeezing behind the narrow space and rescuing her beleaguered companion.

As Fluffnut emerged, dusty and embarrassed, Muay Thai couldn't help but laugh inwardly. Fluffnut looked up at her with a sheepish expression, and Muay Thai's heart melted. She nuzzled him gently, purring softly as she helped him clean his fur.

Despite the occasional mishap, their bond remained unbreakable. They'd curl up together at night, winding after a hard day's work of high spirited horseplay. Fluffnut would often wake up in the middle of the night, nuzzle Muay Thai's face, and drift back to sleep, content in her presence and knowing that she was safe from harm.

Fluffnut and Muay Thai had developed a language of their own, a series of meows, purrs, and body language that only they could understand. They'd communicate silently, Fluffnut's tail turning a circle in the air to signal he'd found something interesting, Muay Thai's left ear swinging to indicate she'd heard something intriguing.

Their bond was a beautiful thing to behold. They explored the world together, always knowing they had each other's backs.

But in my heart of hearts I knew that it was mahalin they had for each other and it knew no bounds. Their hearts belonged to each other, forever entwined–mark my words…

*****

As they had walked the long distance home from the lavender fields they had all the time in the world to converse about each other and make their journey less tiresome. 

Muay had several jaw-dropping moments when Fluffnut confessed that he had a secret identity and that his real name was Nyx'or. That he also had a special gift to perceive the mystical beings from the feline realm of Aventura. Muay was astonished beyond belief upon knowing about how Thorwynn and the Emperor Zovrath had aided Fluffnut and were highly instrumental in her rescue. 

This Fluffnut the buffoon was no ordinary cat after all! He was a cryptic entity to figure out but a good cookie after all…her guardian angel! 

Muay's eyes had a deep, newfound respect and admiration for Nyx'or after this revelation. But he would always be the charming little snowball Fluffnut to her. 

*****

One fine Autumn day, when the skies were as blue as the ocean and as clear as glass, Fluffnut led Muay Thai to the backyard. He nervously fidgeted with the Ryujinite Crystal clasped around his ankle, his heart racing with excitement.

"Sweet Muay," Fluffnut began, his voice quivering, "from the moment I met you, I knew you were special. Will you be my life partner, my friend, and my love, forever?"

Fluffnut offered her the Ryujinite Crystal, its facets glinting in the mellow evening light. Muay Thai's eyes widened as she accepted the crystal, her expression dumbstruck! Is this real? Is this a dream? Nyx'or…Fluffnut just…proposed??? To me…???

Muay Thai was dumbfounded yet her response was a tender nod, followed by a gentle head butt against Fluffnut's face. "Forever and always," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts.

As they celebrated their engagement, the Ryujinite Crystal glowed softly, symbolizing their love and commitment to each other. Fluffnut and Muay Thai shared a tender kiss, their hearts full of love for each other.

As the sun set, Fluffnut and Muay Thai sat together under their beloved frangipani tree, the Ryujinite Crystal glinting rainbow streaks softly between them as the fading light danced on the skies.

As I watched them wistfully from my window, a gentle breeze blew out of nowhere. The frangipani flowers trembled and a flurry of the dark pink blooms showered upon and all around the new love birds.

Quite the Cinderella story for my darling Muay Thai who was once abandoned on the vile streets by her previous humans. She is now in a fine place beside and belonging to her prince charming Fluffnut who would cherish her for life. 

Their story became a legend. Fluffnut and Muay Thai lived happily ever after.

The mahalin of my Lua Nalu, the Gatos Meus Queridos…they were now officially Mr and Mrs Nut ! Ahem…the Nyx'ors.

The End

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