What A Beautiful Face She Has

Mathew's Property

 Stella's POV:

I have been blossoming in my newfound freedom. After years of emotional torment, I have started to reclaim my sense of self. My frequent conversations with Raghu, who has become an anchor in my life, bring me comfort. Over the past two weeks, we have grown close through daily phone calls and frequent meetings.

Raghu is warm, empathetic, and, unlike any other person, sees me for the person I am, not just my appearance.

"Hey, meet pannalama? We could grab some coffee and discuss that book we were talking about.", he asked me out over a call.
("Hey, shall we meet? We could grab some coffee and discuss that book we were talking about.")

"Sure, I’d love that. See you at 5?", I asked, smiling.

"Perfect.", he said.

My heart skips a beat as I hang up. I know he's becoming an important person in my life, but I'm still processing my past.

After what Juno and Mathew did to me, I cannot completely trust another guy.

Mathew's POV:

"Sir, my resignation letter," I heard a voice and turned around only to find my P.A. handing it to me.

I sadly chuckled.

"You too, leaving?" I asked.

"Sorry... Sir," he said.

"No problem. You can leave. I would only like to say one thing. You have been working as my P.A. for so many years and definitely I must appreciate you for cooperating and maintaining this company, very well.", I said as I patted his back.

"Thank you, sir," he said with a sad smile. Then, just before leaving, he turned back.

"Sir, if you don't mind, can I tell you something?"

I nodded.

"Please take care of yourself, sir. Maintain your health. It's sad to see you like this. Take care," he said, and walked out.

He's right. My once-charismatic and confident persona is long gone. My body, once muscular and fit, is now unrecognizable, sluggish, overweight, and haggard. Depression and my reckless lifestyle have taken their toll.

My irregular visits to the company, combined with erratic behavior, have caused the business to crumble. Employees have resigned, and my empire is hanging by a thread.

I know my end is near. With my deteriorating health, I’ve already set my will to donate my property to the "Bring a Smile Foundation", an NGO that focuses on mental health awareness and support. To save my property from the so-called gold-digger Stella, I donated it to the organization, hoping it would be a final act of redemption.

But now, as I sit in my decaying office, staring at the empty chairs once filled with loyal employees, I have an epiphany.

"Why wait until I die?" I thought.

Two days later,

It’s the day I’ve decided to finalize the transfer of my company land to Bring a Smile Foundation. I stepped into the registration office with a sense of resignation.

As the process was about to begin, I turned to look at the owner of the foundation. I hugged him, and the process began.

"Mathew, you still have a chance. Edhukum oru vaati yosichikonga."
("Mathew, you still have a chance. Just think once before finalizing.")

I nodded with a smile.

"No changes. Naan theliva iruken."
("No changes. I’m clear-headed about this.")