What A Beautiful Face She Has

Horrible week

Mathew's POV:

I woke up from the deep slumber I had after smoking marijuana.

I’ve been feeling too sleepy nowadays. My dizziness is becoming worse.

"I have to see a doctor and evaluate what exactly the body needs," I thought.

It's been a week since that incident, and I don't even like to see her face.

I’ve been ordering food and eating outside for the past week, because I can't trust her in this.

I’ve started taking marijuana frequently now. Earlier, I used to smoke only during the night or daytime, but now, it has become a routine. I smoke without even looking at whether it’s day or night or afternoon.

The reason behind this is only one person, and yes, it’s Stella.

Enna pudicha saniyan, ivazhoda traumatizing past ketu I developed a soft corner for her but now, I think she deserves all that because she's too evil.
(She's a curse hanging around my neck. What a fool I was, I heard her traumatic past and developed a soft corner for her, but now I think she deserved it, because she’s too evil.)

Stella's POV:

I had been noticing that he was consuming fast food a lot this week. He never touched the food prepared by me.

One day, I confronted him.

"Mathew, edhuku velilendhu vangi sapadu sapudringa?"
(Mathew, why are you eating outside food?)

I got no response.

"It's unhealthy and ungaluku diabetes…"
(It’s unhealthy and you have diabetes…)

"Hey, shut up, you filthy woman. Enna nee samaikira sapda saptu innum gundayiye poga solriya? Ipo enna mundhiri paruppu potta pongal samachi vechi irukiya? Ennayum un madhiri mathitu nee jolly huh suthalamnu plan potu irukala?"
(What, you want to keep feeding me and make me even fatter? Did you make pongal with cashews and kept it ready to make me gain weight? Are you planning to make me like you so you can roam around happily?)

"Thevai illama varthaiya vidadheenga. Neenga yennoda sapadu saptu dhan gundu ayitinga nenacha, that's foolishness."
(Please don’t use unnecessary words. If you think you became fat only because of my food, that’s foolishness.)

He banged his hand on the dining table and came near me.

"Vaaya moodu. Rombo pesuna aranjiduven, nee ellam enna ponnu d? Unna parkave aruvaruppa iruku."
(Shut your mouth. Talk too much and I’ll smash you. What kind of girl are you? I feel disgusted even looking at you.)

He fled from the place and went inside his room while I stood there like a rock, unable to process his words.

Next day:

My anxiety attack symptoms were back, my hands were shaking, and I had palpitations due to his insane behaviour.

I was sitting on the couch focusing on the TV, but I wasn’t exactly watching it. I was physically present and mentally absent.

Suddenly, he barged into the living room. He had gone out. He gave me a stern look and threw a few papers on my face.

I looked at him, shocked.

"Enna idhu?"
(What is this?)

"Edhuthu paaru."
(Take it and read.)

I picked them up and read what was written on them.

"Ennaku puriyala. Enna idhellam?"
(I don’t understand. What is all this?)

"Puriyadhu, because you'll be shocked, right? Like every other girl who was with me, neeyum avangala madhiri oru gold digger dhan. Adhanala tha enna seekiram mella anupitu en property ku owner ayidalamnu parkurala? Adhuku dhan, I made a huge decision. If I die, my properties will go to ‘Bring A Smile Trust’. They'll use it as an orphanage or old age home. Remember, you’ll not get even a single penny from my property or money."
(Of course you don’t get it, because you're shocked. Like every other woman, you're also a gold digger. That’s why you’re waiting for me to die so you can become the owner of my property. That’s why I made this decision, if I die, my assets will go to a charity. You won’t get a single paisa.)