MaNan from Kaisi yeh yaariaan.
Nandini and Manik were just teenagers when they met each other. Both of them belong to rival gangs, they don't meant to be together. But then love just happens and so they fell in love.
And again, they don't have every...
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The picture is huge in the hallway, but what can anyone say.. his family is always into extravagant stuff, it's part of their life style. The strict hirerachy in their family to the men who work for them, the respect and pride for the centuries same.
His grandfathers and ancestors pictures are already in teh hallway. Even if this new photoframe is so huge that it took ten men to carry it inside and twenty more to assemble it perfectly on the wall with red flowered garland, even if everything seems large, it suited their gigantic house.
House? He chuckled to himself as he looked around the home he grow up, is it called a palace but no.. a mansion? He doesn't care but he knows roughly their house covers a place to fit a two or three villages in it if we are purely talking about the area it covers.
As he stood in the entrance, the photo that can be seen the moment anyone steps into the their Aranmanai, it looked perfect on the wall.
"I am really sorry for your loss, sir", the older man who came in and said, "We really didn't see it coming, Periya seemed so sure and .... I.. am.. we are sorry, Ayya", he had his head bowed down out of respect.
The young man turned back to stare at the man in uniform, stars shining on his slumped shoulder badges and leaned forward in respect, standing two steps behind him. "You're late, Deputy. For saving my father and now with condolences too", he said bluntly on face, not sparing time for any greetings.
The officer who is in higher standards, started sweating nervously, "I apologize, ayya, it was chaos.. and we had so much to clear the mess.. I was caught up—"
The man laughed, "No need of excuses, my father picture is cool, right?", he asked and gestured at his men to get a glass of water.
At the sudden mood swing, the officer just nodded, "Yes.."
"And your Tamil accent sucks, I am not strict on hierarchies like my father. Just call me Sembiyan", the man said as he cleaned his hands at the basin, "Even though you're late, we respect our guests. Join us for the lunch, Deputy officer", he said as he walked into the living hall further.
It's an invite but there is no option to reject it. The officer who removed his shoes and gun outside the home knows that there is no power useful here, the government rules doesn't appear here. Gratitude and respect must be shown here, any slight hint of rudeness, all these men who are around the house won't hesitate cut his head and clean the garden with his blood.
Sembiyan smiled curtly, tall and his dusky skin shine in sunlight that is coming through open roof of the traditional house, contrast to his clean white clothes and gold ornaments. "As you know, I came back to the Kumarai recently after my masters in England. And with my father gone now, I am trying my best to fill his shoes", he openly started the conversation as they sat at wooden dining table.
With his older brother died eight years ago in an accident out of mooncity and now with his father died, naturally the position and responsibilities went to the last son who must be in his late twenties, Sembiyan Nair.
