காதலடி நீ எனக்கு ❤

ஒரு தீக்குச்சி விழுந்து புடிக்குதடி கருந்தேக்கு மரக்காடு வெடிக்குதடி.

I was so elated for the response which I received for last chapter.
Truly didn't expect it to be turn out as such impactful one. Hope you all liked it.

Going forward there will be more narration part, I wish to explore each and every characters perspective and thought separately through this. This could give you more understanding on the individuals and the events. And you can easily connect the knots

Expecting your support as always.

Love you all ❤

He has arranged the bed. It is neatly covered with a white blanket.

The table the wall even the wall clock everything in white.

He admired his room. His arrangement for a minute

White the color of mullai.

The color of her.

He has spelled her name

M...u.ll..a..i

Mu....lll...ai

slowly very gently, as its gonna hurt her.

He seems to be little nervous checking the time then and there. Cursing the clock to move fast.

It's been hours he has waiting for her.

She confirmed she will be coming today. But why taking this much time to reach here?

He himself called her, to visit to him. He pre planned this since last week. He didn't even utter a word which could sound fishy.

He wants to meet her today. Doesn't want any mishaps. As time passing he is getting restless.

Its a crisp rainy day, the atmosphere appears very calm and serene.

He went near the window and observes the outside world. The downpours water has cleared every impurities of this cruel world.
Chill weather made everything to look refreshing.

The water is everywhere

sliding

running

Pouring

Streaming

Gushing

Flowing

Spouting

All appears wet... chill... cold... icy and freezing except one thing.

His heart. 💗

To contrary, to his dismay, Its burning.. blazing....as fire got ignited the wall of his heart getting melts like a candle.

There is a face conceal in it.

The face which killing him day and night.

The face which brought hope and life.

The face driving him insane

The face of raising moon

The face of setting sun

The face of blooming buds.

The face of divinity.

He looked outside again, searching for it. Peeking through window.

Ahhhhhh there she is.

His mullai..... ❤

His mullai poo.. 💠