Thulir's POV
Hmm, I'm not sure where to begin. It's similar to the struggle I face when writing a new chapter in my stories; once I receive that initial push, it flows on its own. So, the trouble starts again because there's so much to say and convey. Finding the right words and the perfect scene to transform those thoughts into words and convey them correctly makes the task challenging...
Oh, I didn't mention that I write crime thrillers. Whether or not it helps my husband, who is in the police, it certainly helps me understand various laws and the loopholes within them. It also gives me insight into the current methods and original techniques used by criminals. Don't tell him, but after he falls asleep, I often read his case files to gather ideas for my chapters....It's pretty much an easy method you know and trust me they are interesting....
I believe this hobby originated from my mother. Since Shiva was in the police force, she often asked him to recount his case stories as bedtime tales. Additionally, her grandfather would read books to her; initially, she wasn't fond of reading but enjoyed listening. Gradually, her interest in reading developed, leading her to establish her own publication. She adores reading books and takes joy in publishing them...
My interest in reading books didn't spark until my college days when I chose to pursue Tamil literature. Our classroom was adjacent to the English literature students, and we often joined together for debates. To gather points and win these arguments, I began reading more books and gradually developed a fondness for them.
My journey into writing stories began in Odisha, where I had ample alone time, which initially led to laziness and gloom. Unable to continue my profession as a lecturer, I turned to writing.
It was during this time that Agathiyan was grappling with a serious case that had long troubled them. Instead of feeling agitated about my husband's preoccupation with work, I embraced the idea of writing crime thrillers infused with romance. As expected, my first draft was disorganized and jarring—a critique from my brother, who was the CEO of "Thulir Publications."
Yeah my name.......or should I say my ammu names me after her publications name , the name 'Thulir'—meaning 'Silence' in Zulu and 'New Saplings' in Tamil—was chosen for its beauty and its resonance with my mother's character. It also rhymed with her name, and thus, her grandfather approved it for the firm.
Enough reminiscing. After receiving his feedback, I began anew and gradually improved. And by 'gradually,' I truly mean it. Thuyavan only approved my tenth draft for publication. He didn't even take into account that I am his elder sister; he's quite strict in his professional life. But it runs in the family, so I can't really complain.
I never intended to remain an anonymous writer just to gain fame and accumulate wealth. Rather, it's because my savings from my job have nearly depleted, and my mother has ingrained in me the importance of having my own money to spend, regardless of my husband's identity or my family's wealth. Since I couldn't continue with my profession, I've found this side hustle to support myself financially, and it's quite sufficient for my needs.
Agathiyan is unaware of my writing, not because I wish to keep it from him, but because I don't feel the necessity to share every aspect of what I do, just as I seldom inquire about his profession. I value my privacy and enjoy being an anonymous writer. It's amusing when I visit Thulir publication and hear people discuss my work with me, not realizing I am the author.
Even though this secrecy isn't as thrilling and exciting as the times when Agathiyan and I had to pretend to be enemies in front of others and became desperate lovers in solitude. but its kind of fun too
A lot has changed in my life, in our lives. The dynamics of our relationship, the importance and priorities have all shifted.
There's much to complain about, both regarding him and myself. However, I can't fault one aspect: our sex life.
