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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I stirred from my sleep as the alarm rang loudly, piercing through the quiet of the dawn. My hand reached out almost by instinct to silence it before it disturbed the whole house. I turned to check on Abhi. She was curled up on her side, breathing steadily, her textbook still half-open near her pillow. I sighed softly. She had been studying until late last night, her stubbornness never knowing when to stop. Usually, I would wake her the moment I woke, but today... no. Let her sleep. At least until six o'clock.
For a few moments, I just sat there on the bed, watching the faint outline of my sister in the dim room. Then, careful not to wake her, I got up. Amma was still asleep too, her soft snores rising and falling. I tiptoed my way out of the room and headed to the backyard bathroom.
The air outside still carried the chill of the night. The darkness hadn't yet fully given way to dawn. I washed my face quickly, the cold water biting into my skin and making me shiver as it hit my hands. After brushing my teeth, I paced slowly around the backyard, letting the sharp freshness of the air push the sleep out of me. When I returned, I picked up the flour box from its shelf near the entrance.
One thing that was non-negotiable in a Kumbakonam household was the kolam. Amma had made it a ritual for us. For her, it wasn't just art; it was discipline, tradition, and pride rolled into one. Me and Abhi alternated daily to make sure the skill ran in our fingers as much as it did in Amma's.
The iron gate creaked softly as I pushed it open. Just then, laughter carried over from the neighbor's house. It surprised me—the sound was too lively for this hour. Lights were already on, spilling a warm glow outside. I noticed a car parked in front of their gate, one I hadn't seen since we came here. A small curiosity tugged at me, but I quickly pulled my eyes away. Staring into other people's homes wasn't something I wanted to get used to.
I bent down and began drawing the dotted kolam. My fingers moved automatically, muscle memory guiding them to perfection. Within minutes, it stood there, neat and complete. I straightened up, dusting the flour off my hands, admiring the symmetry just for a second before stepping back inside.
As I placed the flour box on the shelf, I caught sight of Abhi heading towards the backyard, still rubbing her eyes. "Abhi?" I called, wiping my hands on my nighty. She turned, gave me a lazy salute, and mumbled, "Good morning, ka." Her yawn almost swallowed the words.
