ARANYAM

Chapter 5: Town Girl vs Village Girl

Nila's PoV

And who is Nila?

Arasan's Wife... That night... bathing... It was her.

"Oi... Whom are you calling Smuggler? " I went towards them from the cloth stall, tucking my free end of saree.

"Haa, whom are you calling ?" other women from the stalls also joined.

"He is our leader.

He let's the fingers go to mouth with morsel, unlike those bloody cops.

He pays us more unlike those filthy exploiters.

He promised us to build a temple, unlike those sarkari who are home wreckers.

He is our Arasan... En Nayagan. " Without even giving me chance to defend my husband, the women did it blooming garden in my heart.

It was such a bliss listening to the appraisals for my man.

I feel like biting his cheeck in his excitement.

Oh My King!

"And when did we take name of your Arasan... The Nayagan? " The women with bindi, reprimanded us, while the other one, without it was smirking.

"Aa.. " I was in search of words, same with the all other too.

"Hmm... Tell me... When did we take his name atleast ?

There are many other SMUGGLERS all over India, who caused death of many cops...

We were discussing about it. Did your Arasan, also caused... That you guys turned this aggressive just by listening to the word SMUGGLER ?"

This town girl, playing with words.

Why should I be aggressive?

My Arasan is not Smuggler... He is a Revolutionary.

Huh!

"Akka, how much that Saree costs? " I went away from the scene to buy Sarees and continue the purpose I came here.. ie., shopping.

But whatever.... The butterflies are still flying in the garden of my heart after such listening such an applaud to my man.

I couldn't control myself to go to him to share the news...

So, completing my shopping... I hopped back into the tractor in which all our villagers came to this village to shop.

While still my home was visibly far, I jumped out off the tractor and ran with my bunch of bags towards him, who was putting back the rifle, after cleaning it.

"Mamoi... " I hopped on his back, throwing my arms around his neck.

He slightly bent back to the force... But I know my Mama's strength...

Big sandalwood trees he can slash with just 3-5 axe gashes....

Avalu powerful Purusha... I have...

Safely hanging the rifle, his palm reached out my cheeck, where as I reached out his cheeck to take a bite.

"Enna ma, ivlu santhosam?" He bought me into his arms (bridal style) from his back.

(Why are you so happy, my honey?)

"You know what happened today..." I started the whole story and explained him the whole scenario even replicating the person's facial expression.

As a wife, I'm very proud of my husband's achievement of having this huge fandom.

He was nodding to what ever I was saying, other than being craftsman on my body.

"You know that town girl"

"Which town girl?"

"Oho... That town girl due to whom whole this ruckus happened. I went there to bend them and bang their backs for speaking ill of you

But she escaped playing with her wo-"

My words got interrupted, when a man entered the home panting.

"Anna..."

We settled ourselves decently and I went away to feed my babies... Puppy babies,

Kaju and Kismis along with their 10 brothers, while their dad was preparing himself for yet another War.

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I couldn't just stop myself from laughing, while imagining Nila...

Oh My Nila...

Nila just reminds me of a dialogue...

"Ravana's wife also assumes her husband to be Pawan Kalyan"

So, wives characters are clear isn't it ?

Amrutha Valli - Our Pavam introvert girl... But not dumb, indeed NIT student she is... That too gold medalist.

And her relationship with her Mama ...?

Hari om tatsat.... Let's know about that in further plot.

Nila - A Naive and hyper village belle.
Didn't I say...

Ravana's wife also assumes her husband as Pawan Kalyan.

She is a whole some typical model of all the villagers.

Proud wife of her Notorious husband.

Husbands are indeed typical here...

More layers than layer parota...

No worries let's explore their shades.

500 Shades of the Husbands.