Enchanted melody of our hearts

🎆THE BEGINNING-CHAPTER-20

Third pov:

VENKATESAN HOUSE:

The air crackled with unspoken tension as Venkatesan fumed silently. Kumaran's subtle jabs and the way he openly displayed his favoritism towards Meera's friends gnawed at him. Venkatesan hadn't visited Kumaran when he suffered a heart attack, secretly hoping for the worst. But when Kumaran recovered, Venkatesan knew he had to maintain their connection. So, he decided to visit Kumaran, only to find unexpected guests in his home.

The sight of Kumaran speaking highly of Meera's friends only added fuel to Venkatesan's simmering anger.

 Parthasarathy, ever the social blunder, only added to his frustration. While Venkatesan seethed in quiet anger, Raghavi settled onto the couch, "Did you see their house, Venkat?" she whispered, her voice laced with envy. "They've painted it a new color, and that sofa looks far more expensive than ours! And did you notice the ring on Anjali's hand? It was exquisite. I simply must get one like that. And Meera, she's going to be our daughter-in-law, yet she's sitting with her friend instead of our son. What kind of upbringing is this?"

Parthasarathy offered his own commentary. "Amma," he mumbled "Meera must just be shy around me. Don't worry, once we're married, I'll straighten her out." He continued, His words were abruptly cut short by a deafening crack. Venkatesan, unable to contain his rage any longer, slammed his fist onto the table, sending a crystal vase tumbling to the floor where it shattered into a million pieces.

"You two!" he roared, his voice laced with fury. "Do you have any sense at all? Kumaran is out there making a fool of me, and all you can think about is food and some jewelry?"

Parthasarathy, startled by the sudden explosion of anger, stammered, "But Appa, seriously, the biryani was—"

Before he could finish, Venkatesan's hand shot out, connecting with a loud smack on the back of Parthasarathy's head. "Have some common sense!" he bellowed, his face contorted in rage.

Venkatesan practically vibrated with rage. "If you keep acting like a buffoon," he thundered, his voice a low growl, "you can forget about marrying Meera and getting your hands on any of kumaran assets!"

Parthasarathy's eyes bulged like a surprised goldfish. "Is it Appa, then?" he squeaked, completely oblivious to the storm brewing around him. "What do I gotta do?"

Venkatesan gritted his teeth. "Act like a perfect man for once!" he bellowed. "Stop clinging to me like a lost sock! Did you see that Spanish boy today? All charm and confidence! Take a page out of his book, you oaf! You need to combine yourself into Kumaran's family, and become irreplaceable!"

With that parting shot, Venkatesan stormed out, leaving Parthasarathy blinking in his wake. Undeterred by his father's volcanic temper tantrum, Parthasarathy reached for a banana from the table, his usual goofy grin returning. He peeled it with a nonchalance that bordered on infuriating, taking a large bite as if nothing had happened.

Raghavi sighed dramatically. "Don't worry, kanna," she crooned, "Your Appa just gets a bit...enthusiastic sometimes. You've got my charm, haven't you? No girl can resist that! Just visit Meera more often, chat her up – eventually, she'll see what a catch you are." "Sure, Amma," he mumbled around a mouthful of banana, already lost in a daydream. He envisioned himself as a dashing hero, charming Meera off her feet with his (imagined) irresistible wit and good looks.

Meera pov:

A strong hand wrapped around my arm, yanking me into the familiar darkness of my room so fast I barely had time to register what was happening. "Adrian?" I squeaked, heart hammering against my ribs in surprise.