𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥

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Anger

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Trigger Warning: Death, no suniyam

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Siddharth's hands acted on their own accord, hastily slapping his mobile down on the coffee table. Neha's name kept flashing on the screen, but he resisted answering. His palms clasped and brushed against each other, sweat forming profusely. Siddharth stole a glance at the kitchen, where his mother was immersed in her own activities.

No, he couldn't bring himself to tell her, and he certainly wasn't going there. That man was not his father; he had shattered their lives and left them in their lowest moments for his own luxury. Siddharth was determined that he didn't deserve a place in their lives, even if he lay on his deathbed. Both Siddharth and Vasundhara had labored tirelessly to build the life they now had and heal from the scars that man had inflicted. Siddharth was resolute in not allowing Nalan's shadow to cast itself upon the sanctuary of peace they had painstakingly constructed. The mere thought of introducing that man into their carefully crafted haven was inconceivable. Siddharth refused to let their hard-earned tranquility be disrupted by a person who had callously abandoned them in their darkest times.

Unnaala varamudhiyuma Siddharth? Enakaga?

Siddharth found himself lost in a myriad of thoughts, oblivious to the passing time, only realizing when the calls from Neha ceased. His mind wrestled with conflicting considerations.

Does Neha deserve to be pushed aside like this? No, she'll understand, he reassured himself. However, doubts crept in. What if she doesn't? Lately, she hasn't been, or perhaps circumstances have made understanding difficult for her. What if she genuinely needs him now? What if this is the time she needs him to understand her?

Suddenly, a firm shake from his mother snapped Siddharth out of his trance. Confusion clouded his eyes as he looked at her, trying to make sense of the internal turmoil he was grappling with. 

Yenna da pei pudhicha madhiri mulichitu irukae? Neha yen innum varala? Phone panniya illaya?

Siddharth's anxious nod conveyed the realization that he needed to address the situation. Breathless, he retrieved his phone from the table, only to be met with the stark reality of 37 missed calls from Neha. A lump formed in his throat as he dialed her number, feeling the weight of the unattended calls. Suspicion flickered in Vasundhara's eyes as she observed her son.

Despite Siddharth's attempts to reach Neha, the calls went unanswered. Frustration and concern etched across his face, he didn't give up. In a desperate move, he grabbed Vasundhara's phone from the table and dialed Neha from her phone, but the result remained the same – silence on the other end. The tension in the room grew palpable, mirroring Siddharth's growing unease.

Yedhukala ma

Yedhukala ya? 

Vasundhara, unable to grasp the situation, turned to her son with a puzzled expression. She sought an explanation for the flurry of unanswered calls and the evident distress on Siddharth's face.

Ama nee yenna yosichitu irukae? Yaar kitta pesitu irundhae modhae?

Not bothering to wait for his mother's response, Siddharth abruptly stood up and hurriedly made his way to grab the keys of his bike.