Angel or Devil

Michael ?

Setting:- Earth
Time :- Do you care?

A woman in her late 30s, in a drowsily worn saree, sat in the middle of a room lighted by a few candles murmuring something to herself. The only light source in the room being the roughly countable candles she was almost invisible. Her murmurings grew louder and louder with each second that was passing. Out of the blue, all the indistinct sounds stopped and she looks down at her infant in the cradle. The kid smiled innocently at her as she wiped her messy hair off her face.

"
உன்னால் எழுகின்ற வலிகளை உணர
முடிந்த எனக்கு, அதை உனக்கு உணர்த்த முடியவில்லை. என்னை மன்னிப்பாயாக. நான் உன் அருகில் இல்லையெனிலும் என் காதல் என்றும் உனக்கு சொந்தமானது. அதை நீ மறவாதே, என் கண்ணே. "

(Though I feel the pains arising from you I could not convey it to you. Let me be forgiven. Even though I'm not here beside you, my love forever belongs to you. Don't you ever forget it, my dear. ),the woman cries out in despair yet mixed with love. The kid watches her silently not understanding a single word that was uttered. The woman tightens her grip on her dagger before ....

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"Michael, wake up. It's 6 already . ", Mithra called out as Michael tossed upside down on his bed. (Michael Enthiri , 6 aachu. )

" 5 minutes, baby. ", he whined in a childish tone not willing to start the day. It was always the same. Wake up. Get ready. Go to the hospital. Have a shitty day. Return home. Repeat. The only happiness the Doctor felt was when his patients recovered to their fullest and thanked him. Until then, he had to deal with all the gruesome injuries every single day. But in the end, it was always somehow worth it. It will always be worth it. The satisfaction of having saved someone, what other feeling can ever replace it? Oh maybe. Just maybe. His soon-to-be-wife can give him that feeling. His reason to wake up every day and push through.

" Wake the hell up ! ", Mithra yelled as she threw a pillow at Michael. Michael groaned at that but still didn't stir . (Eruma . Seekiram ezhunthiru! )

"Anish called about 2 hours ago, I told him you were still sleeping.", Mithra said as a matter of fact as she combed her hair. (Anish oru 2 hours munnaadi call pannirunthaan . Nee thoongittu irukkanu sollirukken .)

" Wait, what ? I never told him about you ... ", Michael said as he shot up from the bed that felt heavenly just 1 minute ago . After seeing Mithra giving him a face, he corrected. "... about us ." (yethu ? Avanukku unna pathi naan ethume sonnathu illa....nammala paththi.)

"So what ? I told him now, then. ", she replied glibly hearing the accusation in his tone. ( Sari , naan ippo sollitenu vaichukalaam.)

Michael stared at her like she had grown a second head. Anish wasn't supposed to know this.... Or Michael's so done. The hidden sarcasm that would drip, almost made Michael feel embarrassed. He quickly picked up his phone and rang his brother. The little brother who might be just waiting to taunt him, if I might add.

" Oi. ", an overly excited voice rang out as the call connected which made Michael rethink his decision of making the call.

" Why did you call?", he asked trying to act unbothered. (Call panniruntha?)

"Me? No, I didn't... ", Anish asked sounding almost confused. (Naana? Illiye...).

It took a few seconds for Michael to contemplate what had just happened. He cut the call abruptly making Anish curse at him and turned his attention to Mithra who was grinning mischievously.

"You ...", he started but broke into a fit of laughter and pressed Mithra against the wall. The crappy morning mood suddenly gone and replaced by .... Something else .

*SKiP SkIp Skip*

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And .... This is a waste chapter ik.  Cause no movement in plot (which I would argue with🤸). I have no time to write this week and had to announce I'm not dead ... Yet.  Bye . Love you . 💖