Kalyana Maalai 2

Chapter 22

Mullai felt a wave of relief wash over her as Kathir's reassurance enveloped her. His presence was a grounding force, reminding her that she wasn't alone in navigating the complexities of their situation. Yet, amidst the comfort he offered, a nagging question lingered in her mind-why now? Why extend such support when their journey together was nearing its end in just three short weeks?

Before she could ponder this further, a knock at the door interrupted their moment.

As the door creaked open, Mani, the trusted servant of the household, entered the room carrying a tray with steaming cups of milk. His weathered face bore the marks of years of loyal service, and his eyes held a quiet reverence for the family he served.

Mani - Lakshmi ma kudukka sonnanga thambi..

Kathir's response was terse, his mind preoccupied with the weight of the evening's revelations.

K - Vachittu ponga..

Without a word, Mani complied, placing the tray on a nearby table before silently retreating from the room. Kathir with a heavy sigh moved towards the balcony terrace..The night air greeted him as he stepped outside, cool and refreshing against his skin. The moon cast a gentle glow over the sprawling grounds of Pandian Villa, illuminating the lush greenery below. Leaning against the railing, Kathir gazed out into the night, lost in thought as the gentle breeze whispered through the air.

Mullai was still on the bed, her thoughts swirling in a tumultuous whirlwind of confusion and emotion. How could she begin to articulate the turmoil raging within her when he was the very source of it all? Each passing moment seemed to deepen the chasm between them, leaving her adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

As she traced the contours of her memories, Mullai couldn't help but relive the tender moments they had shared, each touch etched into the fabric of her being. The warmth of his embrace, the gentleness of his caress-every sensation lingered, imprinted upon her soul. It was her first taste of romance, a bittersweet symphony of emotions that resonated deep within her core.

Closing her eyes in a futile attempt to banish the memories, Mullai found herself ensnared in their embrace once more. Try as she might, she could not escape the tendrils of his touch, each recollection pulling her further into the labyrinth of her own desires.

Yet amidst the chaos, a startling realization dawned upon her: she would never ever let anyone touch her like that in her life otherthan him..even in the wake of their impending divorce, she could never truly sever the ties that bound her to him. For deep within the recesses of her heart, she knew she bore his mark-an indelible reminder of the love they had shared, and the bond that would forever bind them together.

In the wake of lingering pain and unresolved conflicts, Mullai grappled with the notion that some memories were simply too deeply ingrained to be easily erased. Each recollection seemed to weigh heavily upon her, casting a shadow over their tumultuous relationship. Yet amidst the darkness, a glimmer of hope flickered-a longing for redemption, for the promise of brighter days ahead.

As she brushed away the tears that threatened to engulf her, Mullai resolved to confront the demons of their past head-on. It was a daunting task, to be sure, but one she knew she could not shy away from. For in the crucible of their shared experiences, there lay the potential for renewal, for the transformation of sorrow into joy.

With a determined resolve, Mullai approached Kathir, her heart heavy with the weight of their unspoken truths. In her hand, she cradled a glass of milk-a simple offering, yet laden with the unspoken promise of reconciliation. For in that fleeting moment, she dared to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, they could forge a path forward together.