Kathir and mullai are known for sacrifices they make for their family....and have never expected anything in turn.....
But is it fair enough to make them sacrifice themselves for the family??
To accept someone they dislike for their family??
Let's s...
"One life" is a short story and would end sometime this week...
Hardly 3-4 chapters are remaining with an epilogue....
So, please cope with the chapters and the author.....
I feel bad putting this disclaimer but then please note that " This story is written only for entertainment purpose, and author cannotbe held responsible if the partinfluencespersons....their mood.....mindsets....."
Ipdi lan disclaimer poda vendiya katayum varudu adan......
Kindly avoid the story if you feel the story or author is toxic to your health...
Apologies to the baseless disclaimer and the authors rudeness ......
And Enjoy the day....with this part..............
Parvathy and Murugan were shocked to see the PS family before their doorstep standing with a mix of emotions ranging from shock, happiness, guilt, remorse and all the emotions present in the world...
Parvathy and Murugan didn't have a mired of emotions clouding them, but one thing was sure....Surprise resurfaced in the atmosphere there......
Both the families didn't know where to start or what to start...
What were they supposed to do now?
They were family...
They were at log heads with each other....
It was his sister...the one he always adored....
It was their uncle....they had always ignored......
They were humiliated by them....
They were guilty of the humiliation caused....
They had forgiven them......
They couldn't forgive themselves....
She ruined their daughter's life or so they thought......
Their daughter was even better now....they knew....
Both the families stood staring at one another...................
Neither one had the courage to initiate the talk.....
What if they turn their faces? Thought the family who had migrated
What if they bring the old wounds back? Thought the other.........
Putting a break to their thoughts, the wooden door of "Kudil" opened and out came two little girls merely an age or two elder from each other, holding their hands tight....clasped together with each one and their shoulder were held by another manly hands one with a kada and another one with a stylish watch....only to meet their respective family standing in shock.....
The moment he had stepped into this wooden frame house wanting to take his baby girl back he was met with a photoframe....
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