Master | Das (Arjun Das) × Reader

10

I walked inside the juvenile with the result paper in my hand, and I saw Undiyal coming out of the classroom with the kaapu and a bold look. I smiled at him, impressed by his newfound confidence.

"Dei, Undiyal!" I called as I noticed the kabaddi lines.

"Yakov!" Undiyal responded as I looked between the two teams—one with big, sturdy players and the other with much smaller, younger boys.

"Yen da, thayavusenji, ithella oru team apram neengala oru team nu sollitathinga?" I asked him.

"Nanga la tha ka oru team," Undiyal said as I turned to Das.

"Yen vekamave illala, thadi maadu pasanga la oru team, chinna pasanga la oru team, niyayama game ah ithu," I said to Das as he glared. Ivanuku itha thavira vera vela illa.

"Undiyal," I called him.

"Akka?"

"Na un side da," I said to him as he smiled.

"Theriyum ka," he said.

"Payapudama aadu," I said to him, then went to my brother, who was inside the class.

"Dei anna, result vanthuduchu. Avanuga 6 perume 20 ku mela tha," I said to him.

"Y/n, ne enna nenaikura na kabadi veladratha pathi?" my brother asked, a smile appearing on my face.

"Master!" we heard Undiyal as my brother walked out of the class with a confident swagger.

For this kabaddi scene, watch it in the movie. I'm too lazy to write. Imagine yourself standing in the corner and cheering for Thalapathy.

It's been one week since I visited the juvenile, mainly due to my exams. I had to focus on my studies. Today, everything is over, and everyone went to celebrate in their own way. Now, I'm on my way to the juvenile.

Today, I kind of feel nervous and keep regretting, causing my eyes to tear up at the thought. I don't know if I should be happy or sad. I should be happy, but the things right now make it difficult for me to feel happy.

I know I'm confusing right now, so let me tell you a short story. Das, that's now, but for me, it's about Anbu when he and I were together in the orphanage.

Yeah, the orphanage. We both grew up there, where we got abused, that's literally hell. Even now, thinking about it gives me shivers.

Okay, onto the story. When I was 9 and Anbu or Das, or Anbu Das, is 11, i almost got raped by the warden but Anbu saved me by killing him.

The court ordered Anbu to go to the juvenile home, while the rest of us were transferred to another orphanage where I met my brother JD.

Me and Anbu were always together in that orphanage; we were best friends, and we even planned to escape together and get married. Yeah, I know it's childish; hello, we were just 9 and 11. Okay, onto the story. When he was in juvenile, I asked my warden to help me meet Anbu, but they didn't let me. When I grew up and finally found the juvenile, I found out he had been released a long time ago. I had so many questions: Did he search for me? Did he even think about me? Is he even still alive?

I came to know all the answers when I found Das's file, which my brother sent me. Yeah, my brother knows about my past; I shared everything with him.

Since I found out Das is Anbu, I'm eager to see him, but I keep realizing how cruel he is now. Will he change for me if he knows who I am?

Now, I'm in the auto, listening to music. Suddenly, a lorry collided with the auto that had just passed mine. I quickly climbed down from the auto and saw the lorry driving away. I ran to the accident site and found only the driver, severely injured.

"Anna!" I called my auto driver, and he drove over to us. Some people helped, and together we put the injured driver into the auto. I sat with him, concerned about his condition.

We went to the hospital and quickly admitted him. I called the driver's home, informed them about the accident, and waited with concern for his family to arrive.

His family finally arrived and thanked me because I kind of paid for the medicine. Then, in one or two minutes, I decided to call my brother as I found my phone was missing; I must have missed it when I came running to the accident spot.