Akshitha
a girl with sensitive,soft hearted, joyful person as become totally opposite to her character became totally cold person,who has built a wall around and don't express her feelings easily
Vishnu Kumar
a man who is very loving and caring to...
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RECAP :- Akshu's nalangu function was a blast as there atrocities end up with more laughter and teasing....
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___________Vishnu's house
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Author's POV
The same day when Akshu's nalangu was celebrated with laughter and teasing, the groom's house carried a different kind of festive energy. The priest had given the auspicious time for Vishnu's nalangu in the evening it was already-2 p.m.-and from morning itself, the entire house buzzed like a beehive filled with joy.
The wide verandah smelled of fresh jasmine and turmeric. Women in bright silk sarees moved around briskly, their bangles jingling in rhythm with their laughter. Small children, dressed in colorful pattu pavadai and kurta pajamas, ran in and out of the house, their giggles echoing against the decorated walls. The air was thick with anticipation, excitement, and the fragrance of sandalwood paste being prepared for the ritual.
Soundharya Ma, elegant in her traditional saree, moved gracefully yet firmly, giving instructions to the helpers.
"andha maa yelai thoranam paathu kattunga yaar thala melayum padadha mari kattunga" she said, her voice calm yet commanding.
Suresh Pa, with his ever-smiling face, was busy welcoming relatives at the entrance. His hearty laughter rang out as he greeted an old friend.
