Unspoken Spoken, Unheard Heard

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Kathir continued to look at the ground while Mullai sat right in front of him. He wasn't expecting that and before shifting a little towards the back, he looked up at her, only to see her teary red eyes. Something pricked him from within, and he stopped, remained at the same place.
She made sure to stop crying before she spoke. She didn't want to beat around the bush, she had to speak her mind, her heart. Both said the same thing, the truth that he ought to know

M: Inga paarunga neenga kettadhu ellam sari dhan. Naa illa'nu sollala

K gave a half-hearted hopeless smirk as she continued

M: Aana.... neenga kettadhu paadhi dhan. Meedhi irukku. Nerayave irukku.... Neenga sonnadhellamum correctu dhan. Aana.... adhu appo. Ippo.... ippo neraya maarirchu...ellame maariruchu

K looked up, staight into her eyes. Amidst the tears, he saw something glistening....a slight ray of hope.... a "but" that could possibly turn everything up-side-down. Deep down, he hoped everything would change, he hoped he'd be wrong. He continued looking into her eyes, waiting for her to speak

M: Unga azhukku sattai'a paathu aruviruppu pattadhum naandhan, adhukku pinnadi irukkura uzhappaiyum vervaiyaiyum unmaiyaiyum paathu asandhu ponadhum naandhan
Neenga padikkala nu ungala kevalama paathadhum naandhan, 10th la adhigama mark vaangitu veettukaaga neenga unga padippa thyagam panniteenga nu therinju peruma padradhum naandhan
Neenga pant podala, style ah dress pannala nu kaduppaanadhum naandhan, neenga veshti'ya getha thooki madichu nadandhu pogardha paakumbodhu enakke theriyama enakkulla ennamo aagume....adhuvum naandhan

K could not believe his ears. Was she talking for real? Was he actually hearing her speak those words?

K: Ey... Nee.... Nee.....

M had no mood or time to pause. She wanted to say it all... everything... the truth...

M: Neenga kettadhu, sonnadhu ellame pazhasu'nga. Appo en kannuku therinja Kathiru vera. Andha Kathiru oru moradan, kovakaaran, yennaiyum ennoda amma-appavaiyum thittikte irundha Kathiru. Andha Kathiru verum pottalam podra oru maliga kadaikaaran. Avlodhan.
Aana ippo.. Ungala pathi neraya therinjikten. Ungaloda porumai, nidhanam, paasam, anbu, dhairiyam, unmai ipdi neraya irukku, sollikite pogalam. Indha Kathiru vera, naa appa paakaadha Kathiru.
Naa ungala kalyanam panni indha veetuku vandhu oru varusham aaga pogudhunga. Dailyum ungala pathi pudhusu pudhusa avlo therinjikuren, purinjikuren. Neenga yevlo nallavaru, unga manasu yevlo suthamanadhu ellame enakku ippo theriyum. Indha Kathiru dhan en purushan nu sollikardhula enakku yevlo perumaiya irukku theriyuma?

That's it. Kathir's already welled-up eyes started pouring involuntarily. He wasn't exactly crying, but water just streamed down his cheeks. He was overwhelmed. He didn't know what to say, how to react, what to do... This was all so new to him, nobody has ever said such things to him.
He had always felt proud of himself, his work, just everything about him. And right now, the pride had just multiplied itself innumerously

M took his left hand from his lap into both of her hands. He let her. He was too numb to react, let alone refuse or reciprocate

M: Idho paarunga. Enakku ungala munnadi pidikkadhu dhan. Aana ippo, romba pidikkum. Romba romba pidikkum. Kalyanathuku munnadi naa paatha Kathirukkum ippo naa paakura Kathirukkum neraya vidhyasam irukku. Enaku rendu Kathirayume romba pidichirukku. Rendu Kathirume unmai. Poli'ah edhume illa, aadambaram edhume illa. Verum unmai. Unga pondaati'ngardhula enakku avlo perumai, sandhosham.

She started tearing up again. But this time it was of happiness & relief. She just told the man she was forced to marry, that she loves him❣