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"Poosari, enna language la elidhirukku idhu?" Thavasi asked adjusting his hairstyle along with rotating his jaba/ rudraksh maala. (Hon'ble Poosari, what language is this written on.)

"Idhu Senthamizh la elidhirukku thambi, palaya Tamil. Bali pannumbodhu puriyira maari sollanum...aana idha konjom amadihiya sollanum, en kaadhukku mattum ketkura maari." The priest closed his eyes. (This is written in pure and old Tamil. You should recite this in an understanding way but this time I should do it in such a way ehichbis only audible for me alone.)

The occult room was decorated with deepams on the walls which had more depth and hanging candles from the high ceiling.

The room had a painting of Star of Lakshmi on the floor made by black ash. Denoting eight signs of wealth.

"Saami, naa idhu kapram Imayamalai kku poren. Aasirvaandham pannunga saami." Thavasi said what he was going to do. (Priest, after this occult I'm going to the Himalayas. Please bless me.)

The priest blessed him with a tantric mantra which was outside the brown book(the book was closed.)which had a brown cover with '🕉️' symbol on it.

Ashwin's mom and dad were crying inside the room. They hung up on the dark pillar on the room with Kottravai paintings.

"Enna da Raj? Un paiyan Stephen...sorry...sorry Ashwin innum varla pola irukku? Avanukku unga mela paasam illaya?" (What Raj? Your boy Stephen aka Ashwin didn't come yet. He doesn't love y'all it seems.)

Meanwhile, outside of the warehouse, there was Rakshan who was sitting on his black rocking leather chair along with his dad lying down with his blanket on.

"Appa, Ashwin en friend uh. Avana vittidlaame pa, andha video ippo en kaila irukku." (Dad, Ashwin is my friend. Can we leave him alone, that video's in my hand as well.)

"Video kaila irundha epd vidradhu? Avanala edhu ninnupocho adhaye avana vechu aarambikkanum." (How can we leave him alone? We should start what stopped because of him using him.)

"Narabali ellam moodanambikkai pa. Ammavayum ipdi dhaan oruthan konn..." (Human sacrifice is a superstition. Like this a guy killed amma for the same...)

"Naa kollala. Kadavalukku meals ah kuduthen, ava irukardhum onnu dhaan illandradhum onnu dhaan. Ava unna seriyave nadathala apdiyume ipd pesra?" (I didn't kill her. I gave her as a meals to the gods. There's no difference of her existing and dying. She didn't treat you properly and you still ask this?)

Rakshan cried and made up his mind, he proceeded to smile towards his father. And, then focused on the old suitcase which was placed on the corner of the room.

"Unga amma panna urupudiyaana kaariyam-eh enakku narabali sollikiduthadhu dhaan." Kalingan said. (The useful thing your mom did was teaching me Narabali.)

Rakshan turned around him and sighed. He was feeling bad.

Suddenly, the big gate of the warehouse entrance opened and both Ashwin and Sivaangi were there.

They went inside.

"EN APPA AMMA ENGA?" (WHERE'S MY PARENTS?)

"Welcome to Narabali aka Human Sacrifice, sponsored by Kalingan and Rakshan and Co-sponsored by Kutty."

"En appa amma va kadathi vechitu unakku anchoring kekkudha?" (After kidnapping my parents, you want to anchor eh?)

"Ozhungu mariyadhai ah en amma va nee dhaan konna nu othukko, vittidren." (Better accept that you killed my mom.)

"Hey, en pondaati ah asuran kku narabali pannanu othukka da." (Better admit that you sacrificed my wife for the demon.)

"Sir, endha demon?" (Sir, what demon?)

"DEI THE****YA PAIYA." Kalingan punched Ashwin's nose. (HEY, SON OF A SL*T.)

"STEPHEN." Both of Ashwin's parents chorused in unison in pain. They were screaming.

"Othuko." (Agree.)

"Daddy. Mummy."

"Enakke inga mummy illa, unakku mummy kekkudha." (I don't have my mom here and you want your mommy.)

"Sir, unga wife pakkame naa varla sir." (Sir, I don't know who your wife is.)

"Nee oru anda pulugu, naa soldran paaru flashback ah." (You're a strong liar, I will tell you what happened.)

Author's Note; Hi guys.

Whatsup with Kalingan and Rakshan accusing Ashwin of killing their mom? Do you think he really did it?

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