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"hello, sir, ellarume safe, Savitha, Bhargav ku signal kedaikala, apram Y/N phone edukala sir," JD heard his student say as tears ran down his cheek.

"Y/N, Y/N, enga iruka di?" he cried out as he phoned Vanathi to ask if she was alright. However, he found out that her husband was dead. Unable to control his emotions, he learned about Bhargav's death, Sri's injury, and as he fell to the ground, he cried out loud. When his phone rang, and he saw Y/N's number, he quickly answered it.

"Hello, Y/N, ne safe ah?" he asked through the phone.

"Ah, na safe tha," JD heard, but he narrowed his eyes because he didn't recognize Y/N's voice. Instead, he heard a male trying to mimic a female voice.

"Dei, yaaru da ne?"

"Nantha Bavani vaathi, intha phone enga kedachuthu theriyuma, oru accident aana spot la irunthu, intha phone mattum the minji chinu kelvi patta," Bavani said. JD screamed, making everyone in the juvenile come out.

"Dei, unna kollama vida maata da," he shouted into the phone as the warden came running to JD, and Das and his group also approached.

"Thambi, enna aachu pa?" he asked JD as JD screamed and punched the ground.

"Y/N sethuttalana," JD said as everyone was shocked at the news, and Das stumbled but quickly regained his composure.

"Thambi, nenga ponga, na pathukura," the warden said as the boys Y/N taught started to cry.

It's night now, very late. I entered the juvenile, contemplating whether to go home or visit my brother. Despite the lateness, an inner feeling urged me to check on him. As I approached, I heard boys screaming, and upon entering, I noticed a truck. Curious, I walked around it, discovering that everyone was locked inside a classroom, with some boys outside, including Das and his group. Undiyal was struggling in Das's grip, who was attempting to drag him towards the truck.

"Das!" I yelled, making everyone turn towards me, their expressions resembling those who had seen a ghost. Das lost his grip on Undiyal, who quickly ran to me.

"Akka," he said, hugging me, while the boys inside the truck called out for me.

"What's happening, Das?" I asked him, but he just stared at me.

"Undiyal anna enga da?" I inquired.

"Nenga sethuttinganu annaku sonnaka kuda Bhargav and Velu eranthuttangala," Undiyal revealed. Without realizing it, a sob escaped my throat. Vanathi akka didn't deserve this, and Savitha, it's all my fault. I realized now that I should have been the one hit by the lorry, but they targeted the wrong auto. I looked up at Das and approached him, slapping him hard as I felt my hand burning.

Das staggered back, surprised by the sudden slap. I glared at him, a mix of anger and frustration bubbling within me.

"Mirugama da ne! Oru uyiroda mathipu theriyama romba easy ah konnutu irukinga," I shouted at him, my voice quivering with a mix of emotions.

Das rubbed his cheek, a look of defiance in his eyes. "Ithula un thappu tha y/n. Nantha appave sonnala ne kasta paduvanu ne kekala. Athanala un friends sethutttanga."

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "Ithuku en friends kum samanthame avangala en da...?" I couldn't even finish the sentence as tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Intha pasangala vidu, Das," I said to him.

Das chuckled, a cold and heartless sound. "Ne sonna odane na vidranuma?"

I clenched my fists, fighting back tears. "Das, ithu ne illa ne en ithala en pandra ethuku pandranu theriyathu. Ne ippave ithala niruthalam," I said, seeing his eyes turning dark.

"CRT unnaku theriyathu na en ithala pandranu, neeya poitana ne thapicha illa intha pasangaluku uthavarunu ingaye irunthana unna alichiduva," he said as Undiyal's grip tightened on me. I glared at Das to make him realize I'm not going anywhere.

"Ithuvum un thappu tha. Dei ivana thooku da," Das said as he came towards me.

"Das vena, Das," I pleaded as his group grabbed Undiyal.

"Akka, akka," he shouted, gripping my hand as Das grabbed my arm.

"Dei, please da, avangala vidrunga da," I begged. Suddenly, Das closed in using some cloth. I struggled under his grip, hearing the boys in the truck crying and the warden calling for me, and Undiyal also begging. Soon, my head felt heavy, and I closed my eyes.

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