𝕀𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

C H A P T E R . 40

Found
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In the quiet neighborhood, Aryan deftly maneuvered through the labyrinthine streets, glancing down at the address scrawled on a piece of paper in his hand.

The houses stand like sentinels, each one seemingly a potential destination. After a bit of searching, Aryan's focused gaze lights up as he arrives at the right place. He saw the house number to confirm once again. With a confident press, he rings the doorbell, anticipation coursing through him.

The door swings open, revealing a woman, an age companion to Aryan's mother. Swiftly, Aryan tucks his mobile into his pocket, a gesture of respect and attention. 

Sir irukangala?

Nee yaaru pa?

Simultaneously, a man, presumably in his middle years, emerges from within the house, intrigued by the visitor. Aryan recognised how he has changed since the last time they've met in occasions, years ago.

Yaaru?

Sir na Manoj Kumar oda paiyan, Aryan Kumar. Shekhar? 

Recognition dawns on his face, transforming into a warm realization. With an inviting gesture, Shekhar welcomes Aryan inside, still caught in the pleasant shock of unexpected company, and dispatches his wife to prepare a welcoming cup of coffee.

The air in the room grew thick with uncertainty as Aryan and Shekhar, found themselves caught in the web of awkward silence. The ticking of the clock echoed through the room, each passing moment amplifying the discomfort. The arrival of the awaited coffees brought a temporary reprieve.

In the midst of this tension-laden tableau, Aryan decided to shatter the silence, 

Na unga kitta onnu kekka dhan vandhen, adhuku aprom poiruven

Paravala thambi, Kellunga

Anniki kalaila appa ungala paaka dhan vandhurukaru, avaru veetla kalaila post-it vechitu ponnaru. Anniki dhan ungaluku ponnu porandhurundhanga, avangala paaka vandhrukaru. Appo ungakitta yedachum sonnara?

As Aryan cautiously broached the topic of a specific day, the weight of the unspoken incident settled between them. Shekhar's eyes flickered with recognition, he instantly knew which day and what incident Aryan was referring to.

The guilt from that fateful day etched into his features. The memory of leaving a friend and colleague alone, a decision that had haunted him ever since, loomed large in his heart.

Ama, yenna paaka dhan sir vandharu, en kudha irukumbodhu dhan sir'ku John sir kitterndhu phone vandhadhu, aprom dhan andha factory'ku ponnaru. Na yevlovo sonnen naanum varennu, avaru kekala. Adhuku aprom avara na paaklae.

Appo, John call panni dhan anga prechana'ne avaruku theriyuma?

Ama pa

Aprom yepdhi sir avaru adha plan panni panniruparu?

Adhadhan naanum ketten, ana en vaarthaiku yengayum'eh madhipu illa. Nee solradha paartha, neeyum serndhudhan pannirpa polae'nu solli en vaiya adachitanga. Raichand sir kuda kekkala.

As the revelation unfolded, Aryan found himself submerged in shock. The revelation went beyond merely framing his father; it encompassed a systematic disregard for anyone who stood in support of him. Questions swirled in Aryan's mind like a tempest. What sinister game were they playing? Why this relentless pursuit to frame Manoj for no apparent reason?

Aryan sighed, his expression transforming into one of determination. Turning to Shekhar, he sought answers that might unravel the tightly wound web of deception and betrayal.

Adha maatha oru vaaipu kedhaicha, enaku help panringala uncle?

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Na gunda irukenna?

Agni stood before her mirror, scrutinizing her reflection. Questions flooded her mind. Was she gaining weight? It didn't seem so, but then why were her crop tops suddenly snug? Aryan lounged on the bed, engrossed in television. Sensing Agni's contemplation, he looked up, raised his eyebrows, and inquired,

Yen?

Agni hurriedly swung open the door to her walk-in wardrobe, revealing a chaotic scene. Dresses were scattered on the floor, a testament to her frustration. She gestured toward the discarded outfits, each one of them refusing to fit her properly. The struggle was evident in the disarray of fabric on the floor.

Idhu yedhuvume pathala 

Aryan felt like he was navigating a mental minefield, tiptoeing around potential pitfalls as he sat up with a scrutinized look at Agni. If he said no, she would ask him if she is lying; if he said yes, this might even become his last day alive. So, he went for the option that seemed less likely to lead to a life threatening situation.

Nee gunda agala ma, dress'uh chinna dha airukum

Agni fixed Aryan with a look that suggested she was trying to decipher what he just said. The logic behind his words eluded her, leaving her utterly perplexed. Eventually, she threw her hands up in mock surrender, the universal sign for "I give up on making sense of you." Aryan, undeterred by her confusion, responded with an inviting gesture—arms outstretched, inviting her into the warmth of a snuggle. With a playful roll of her eyes, Agni closed the closet door behind her and happily leaped into the comforting cocoon of Aryan's embrace.

Nee gundha ana mattum yenna ippo, nalladhu dhane?

Yenna nalladhu?

It means you're finally having good food and you're not skipping breakfast

Aryan playfully booped her nose, prompting Agni to scrunch her face in a mock expression of annoyance. She retaliated by pushing him away, but Aryan, ever persistent, promptly pulled her back into the warmth of his embrace. Cradling her gently, he continued with a mischievous grin,

Nee gundha ana romba alaga irupae, cute'ah golu golu'nu, chubby'ah. 

Appo ippo na azhaga illaya?

Bingo! 

Aryan mentally face-palms himself as he slowly turned to face Agni,

Apdhi illama, ana nee nalla saaptu chubby ana veiyen. Enaku innum konjam easy'ah irukum

Yedhuku?

Agni, wearing a puzzled frown, questioned Aryan. In response, he leaned in closer, playfully nipping at her cheeks, eliciting a surprised gasp from her.

Aryan!

Idhuku dhan

Po da!

Agni, with an adorable grumpiness, pushed Aryan away and abruptly stood up, her steps displaying a cute stomp as she marched out. Aryan couldn't help but chuckle at the cuteness in her annoyed walk. Shouting after her, he playfully asked,

Yenga porae? Va thoongalam

Enaku pasikudhu, na saapdha poren!

Aryan's eyebrows knitted together in contemplation as he processed Agni's answer. The gears in his mind turned visibly, and he began tapping his chin with his forefinger. In a moment of theatrical reflection, he loudly asked himself,

"Pasikidhu, saapdha poren"ah?

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