She was building a life. He was fighting the system.
She didn't believe in distractions. He couldn't look away.
When a fierce, duty-bound woman meets a man with rebellion in his veins, love doesn't arrive gently-it breaks in, uninvited.
He fell firs...
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In Agalya's house...
The moment Agalya stepped inside her house, the air itself felt different—charged with a peculiar anticipation. Her mother and younger sister Abhi were already at the door, as though they had been waiting, ears perked for the sound of her footsteps.
"Pesniya? Maaplai-ah pudichirukka?" her mother asked eagerly, the words tumbling out before Agalya could even remove her sandals. There was hope in her tone, almost pleading—like she had already imagined hearing a yes.
But Agalya? She was nowhere near that emotion. In fact, the moment the man's voice replayed in her head, her chest tightened—not in nervous excitement, but in a confusing mix of irritation, disbelief, and something dangerously close to anger.
She stepped into the hall and dropped her handbag on the nearby chair with more force than necessary. "Maalplai veetla enna solranga? Nee adha ketiya?" she asked, sitting down with a sigh that told more than words ever could.
Abhi, ever the cheerful bridge between her mother and sister, chimed in brightly, "Avanga veetla ellarukkum OK-vam. Namma sonna podhum-nu sollitanga."
Agalya's brows lifted. That surprised her.
Before she could recover, her mother leaned forward again, visibly impatient. "Sollu di... unakku pudichirukku dhana?"
It hit her like a stone. She looked up, words pouring before she could temper them.
"Maa... avarukku indha kalyanathla ishtam irukra madhri enakku theriyala. Avaru peche seri illa maa. Oru rendu nimisham koda naanga pesikala... adhula rendey vartha dha naa pesirpen. Enna pesave vidala... Avare pesi... avare oru mudivukku vandhu... avare cut pannitaru!" she burst out, voice rising with each sentence.
For a moment, the living room fell silent. Both her mother and Abhi stared at her—blinking, stunned. This was a side of Agalya they'd rarely seen. The calm, ever-collected woman who always thought before speaking had just cracked, if only a little.
Abhi tilted her head, sensing the weight behind the words. "Akka... avaru enna sonnaru-nu sollu."
Agalya sighed and narrated everything—the awkward call, the assumptions, the accusatory tone, and the abrupt disconnection. As the story unfolded, Abhi broke into laughter, clutching her stomach as Agalya huffed in disbelief.
Her mother, on the other hand, walked silently toward the backyard, a faint smile on her lips—as though all of this confirmed some quiet suspicion in her mind.
