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CHAPTER - I | Villain's Love

MASTERLIST

one | two | three

Anbu leaned back on the cold metal chair of the waiting room, his friend Sampath beside him, talking away about some bruises that had worsened after their last skirmish with a rival gang. Anbu was barely listening, eyes drifting over the sterile white walls of the hospital, restless and impatient. He didn't like places like this—too clean, too calm, like they weren't meant for people like him. But Sampath had insisted since the wound had gotten worse. Usually, they don't visit the hospital as they have all the care they need in their godown. Also, they shouldn't be everywhere as it is risky. But since it's for his friend, who Anbu trusts most, he has to come.

But with all the waiting, Anbu became relentless. Just as he was about to suggest they leave, the door swung open, and she walked in.

The doctor was young, maybe his age. Her hair was neatly pulled back, and her eyes were bright but calm. She greeted them with a gentle nod and settled behind her desk. Her voice was soft but professional as she asked for his friend's details. Her attention shifted to Anbu briefly, and her glance lingered curiously on him.

"How did it happen?" she asked, her tone light.

It caught him off guard. "Uh... he fell out of the bike", he replied, clearing his throat. Sampath narrowed his eyes as he could find Anbu's voice stammer, which was odd; over the years, he never heard Anbu's stammer. Anbu usually doesn't have to think before he speaks, but something about her gaze held him still, and he couldn't help wanting to lie and hide the truth away about his identity.

Throughout Sampath's consultation, Anbu found himself watching her. She spoke with a rare kindness in his world, and there was a calm patience in her every movement. She wasn't aware of the scars and secrets he carried or the life he led outside those walls. Something about that innocence made him feel strangely at ease.

That be all, please drink a lot of fluids and take the tablets and apply the cream I suggested; you will be fine in a few days" Sampath smiled and thanked at her words, but Anbu remained unmovable as a small smile erupted his lips, his eyes found her nameplate where it showcases her four-letter name, the one that shines at night eliminating the darkness, just like her eyes mad him feel this moment.

"Nila, that's a nice name," he whispered, unable to contain himself. Sampath's eyes snapped back to his friend as he watched the two people interact while he was in pain.

"Thank you, that's so kind of you," she whispered back as she held her hands out. Anbu's eyes narrowed, trying to figure out what she was trying to do, but her eyes passed from his hand to hers. He got the memo and nodded.

"Anbu," he whispered back, causing her to smile. Just as their hands joined, Anbu felt a jolt of energy flee through his veins. And he wanted it to feel every time. The heart of an addict hooked into something other than the substance he usually inhales, and he couldn't help but feel this simple touch could eat thoughts of the powder that they sell, and he wanted nothing but to devour it all.

Over the next few weeks, Anbu made excuses to revisit the hospital. He had a headache one day and a "sore arm" the following day—minor complaints that seemed insignificant but enough to warrant a quick visit.

"Back again?" Nila asked with a small smile when he showed up for the third time.

He shrugged, giving a half-smile. "Yeah, thought I'd get another check-up."

Every time, he'd catch glances of her as she worked, the way she'd tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, her laugh with the other patients. She'd become an unexpected part of his life, a quiet secret he kept. She was a stranger, but someone who made him feel... ordinary. In her presence, he wasn't Anbu, the feared man from the streets. He was just another guy with a bruised knuckle or a nagging cough, and that was all she needed to know.

Each time he left, he hoped it wouldn't be his last visit.

A few weeks later

Anbu sat in the waiting room, pressing a thumb against the fresh cut on his hand—a small scratch he'd given himself that morning. It was a flimsy excuse, but he couldn't stay away. Week after week, he'd found himself returning with a new "injury," each visit a chance to see her.

When Nila finally stepped out, her gaze met him, and her lips curved into a knowing smile. She gestured him in, and he followed, his heartbeat always a little unsteady. Today, she raised an eyebrow, looking over the tiny scratches on his arm and the faint bruising on his hand.

"Another injury?" she asked, her eyes glinting with mischief as she took his hand, her fingers tracing over the cut. Mr. who bruises like a peach," she teased, evident amusement in her voice. Are you alright?" she asked with concern, raising her voice.

Anbu grinned, playing it cool. "I am a Kabbadi coach," he replied, attempting to keep his voice steady as she cleaned the cut with gentle hands. "Teaching the local boys can get rougher than you'd think."

She chuckled, shaking her head as she dabbed antiseptic on the scratch. "You must be the most committed coach in the area, showing up with a fresh bruise or cut every week," she mused, glancing up with amusement and curiosity. "But these injuries—they're so... frequent."

For a moment, Anbu hesitated, admiring her perceptive nature. She was beginning to see through his excuses, and he respected her sharpness almost as much as her kindness.

"Yeah, well," he replied with a smile, "these boys are intense."

Nila's lips tugged into a soft, almost-knowing smile. "So you're the brave Kabaddi coach of your neighbourhood?" she asked, her voice a mix of sarcasm and genuine interest as she secured the last bandages. "Try not to get too beat up, alright? I worry I'll see you in here with a real injury one of these days."

Anbu nodded, his grin fading slightly as he looked at her, the weight of her concern settling over him. There was something about Nila's warm presence and unguarded kindness that he hadn't felt in years. And as long as Nila didn't see through his act, he had a reason to return.

A few months later

A mix of moans and a whimper is heard throughout the dark room, as are the breaths of two people who were consumed by the activity of the height of intimacy. Anbu let out a slow breath, his chest rising and falling against Nila's as they lay entangled, his arms wrapped around her from behind. His lips brushed the delicate curve of her ear, a smile tugging at his lips as he took in the quiet aftermath. He still couldn't quite believe it—her warmth against him, her presence in his life. He never thought that someone like her, soft-hearted and kind, would let someone like him so close. She wasn't just close; she was his in a way that felt raw and real, leaving him in awe.

His mind drifted back to the first time they'd crossed that line, the moment that had forever changed their relationship.

It was one evening at her clinic, tucked away in the privacy of her tiny office. Anbu had come in with a forehead injury, a memento from a fight with a man who'd dared to betray them to the police. Nila had been focused, her fingers steady as she stitched the wound, her face barely inches from his. Her scent was subtle but intoxicating, and her lips... he couldn't tear his eyes from them.

As she worked, he found his hand almost unconsciously reaching up, his fingers grazing her cheek. She'd stilled, her hands freezing in place, her lips parting ever so slightly at his touch. It was all the invitation he needed.

Anbu leaned in, his heart pounding as he brushed his lips against hers. That first tentative contact sent a shiver through him. Her lips were soft and smooth and tasted like a sweetness he had never had. She didn't pull away. Instead, she melted into him, her hands abandoning the wound as her mouth responded with a hunger that matched his own.

In that moment, the fight, the wound, the world outside—none of it mattered. He'd drawn her close, their lips and breaths tangling, both lost to the pull of each other. It was as if every pent-up desire, every hidden feeling, came rushing to the surface in that single kiss, her mouth fitting against his as if they were made for each other.

That day, she became the dr*g he wanted, and nothing could top it.

Now, as they lay together in the dim light, he pressed his lips softly to her shoulder, still in awe that she was his.

Next day

Giggles and whispered voices of Nila echoed throughout the closed door of her home clinic as the chatter of patients waiting outside drifted in. "Anbu, stop! There are people out there," she whispered, her breath hitching as his lips sealed over hers. He drank in her words until they transformed into soft moans.

His lips traced her jaw and neck, leaving bites that ignited a fire within her. Anbu was unrelenting, his hands roaming over her body, pulling her closer as if he wanted to fuse their souls. Nila's heart raced; the thrill of being caught only heightened the urgency of their encounter.

"Let them hear," he murmured against her skin, his voice low and husky. "I want everyone to know you belong to me."

Nila's cheeks flushed at his possessive words. She pulled back slightly, searching his dark eyes for any sign of hesitation, but she only found a smouldering desire that made her weak in the knees. "Anbu, we shouldn't—"

But before she could finish her thought, he captured her lips once more, silencing her with a kiss that promised both danger and ecstasy. Her body responded instinctively, melting against him as he deepened the kiss, his hands threading through her hair, urging her to surrender.

Suddenly, a loud knock echoed through the clinic, causing them both to jump apart. Nila's heart raced—not just from the kiss but from the fear of being discovered. "Nila! Are you in there?" a voice called from the other side, a patient asking about her appointment.

"Uh, yes! Just a moment!" Nila replied, her voice slightly breathless as she hurried to straighten her appearance. Her pulse was still racing. She caught Anbu's eye, and a mischievous grin spread across his face.

"You mister, you go in there," she whispered, pushing him. Nila closed the curtain as Anbu went, hiding him from plain sight.

Nila glanced at herself in the mirror, her heart racing as she attempted to cover the mark left on her neck by a man she couldn't get enough of. With a quick flick of her hair, she concealed the evidence of her secret.

Just as she opened the curtain to greet her unexpected visitor, she was met with the familiar face of her college mate and best friend, Sekar.

"Why are your doors locked?" he asked, eyeing her curiously.

Nila gulped, scrambling for a lie. "Oh, the door might have jarred shut. It's having some issues—I need to fix it," she replied, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest. Anbu, hidden behind the curtain, smirked at her quick thinking.

"Okay, I just wanted to remind you that we must be at the reception by 7 PM. Just making sure you remember," Sekar continued, his gaze lingering on her.

Nila's mind lit up at the reminder. Yes, today was their friend Navya's marriage reception. "Oh shit, yes! Thank you for the reminder. I'll be ready," she said, forcing a smile.

Sekar nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Great! I'll pick you up by 6:30 PM," he said before leaving. As the door clicked shut, Nila let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.

Her heart was racing from the close call. She turned back to Anbu, who was still hidden behind the curtain, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"You're getting better at this sneaking around," he remarked, stepping out into the dim light of the clinic. His smirk made her pulse quicken, and she felt excitement and nervousness swirl.

Nila narrowed her eyes at him, irritation and amusement flickering. "You're going to get us in trouble one of these days," she whispered, crossing her arms as she tried to regain her composure. But even she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her every time he pulled her into these stolen moments.

"Trouble?" Anbu chuckled, getting up and closing the distance between them. His hand reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I think you like this kind of trouble." His fingers lingered on her cheek, the warmth in his touch sending a familiar shiver down her spine.

Her mind suddenly flashed to Sekar's reminder. "I'll have to go soon... Navya's wedding reception, remember?" She tried to sound nonchalant, but how he looked at her made it hard to think about anything else.

"Where's the wedding? Need a ride?" he asked, offering casually, though there was a subtle edge to his voice.

Nila smiled, waving him off gently. "Thank you, but Sekar is picking me up."

A flicker of something dark passed through Anbu's features—a flash of possessiveness that he quickly masked with a smirk, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her jaw. "Go, then. Just make sure you're back by tonight." His tone was low, but his eyes carried a look that made her heart race.

Later that evening, at the reception, Nila was relaxing, surrounded by her old friends and their shared laughter. After some time, she and Sekar stepped outside to get some air.

"It's a lovely wedding, don't you think?" Sekar asked, his gaze lingering on her.

Nila nodded, glancing around. "Yes. Finally, one of us has tied the knot," she replied, smiling as she looked up at the star-lit sky.

Sekar stepped closer, his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She froze, surprised, as he leaned in, his intentions suddenly all too clear. She stepped back instinctively, her eyes wide. "What are you doing?"

Sekar looked startled, his face a mix of confusion and hurt. "Nila, I thought... I thought you felt the same. We've known each other for years; I've always loved you. I was planning to ask you to marry me." His words hung in the air, heavy with expectation.

Nila shook her head, keeping her voice gentle but firm. "Sekar, you're a good friend, but... I don't have those feelings for you. I'm so sorry."

Her words, spoken so softly, struck him like a blow. His face darkened as hurt turned to anger. "What kind of girl uses someone for years and then throws them away?" His voice was low, edged with a bitterness she had never seen before.

"What? Used?" Nila's voice shook with disbelief, her pulse quickening. "We were just friends. I never led you on."

But Sekar's frustration was boiling over. He seized her wrist, pulling her close. "You're mine, Nila. You always have been." And before she could react, he pressed his lips to hers, his grip hard as she struggled, pushing him away.

With all her strength, Nila slapped him, her hand shaking. "Don't you ever touch me again," she whispered, her voice filled with hurt and fear as she turned and hurried back inside. She didn't stop until she felt Sekar was nowhere in sight, her heart racing as she struggled to process what had just happened.

As Nila reached her home, the familiar warmth of her surroundings felt strangely cold. Loneliness washed over her like a heavy tide, and she let the tears fall freely, mourning the loss of her friendship with Sekar and the betrayal of trust. She wiped her cheeks, changed into her soft pyjamas, and sank onto the couch with a warm cup of milk, hoping the comfort would ease her heartache.

But just as she began to calm down, the doorbell rang, shattering her brief moment of peace. A sense of dread crept over her as she wondered who could be at her door. Her breath quickened, and she felt a chill run down her spine, remembering Sekar's angry words. What if it was him?

Steeling herself, she grabbed a wooden bat from her side table and tiptoed to the door. She peered through the peephole, and her heart soared with relief when she saw Anbu's drenched figure on the other side. She quickly opened the door, and without thinking, she threw her arms around him, letting the warmth of his presence wash over her.

"What happened?" Anbu's deep voice resonated, and she could feel his concern radiating as he stepped inside, water pooling on the floor from his soaked clothes. His gaze was sharp, scanning her face for signs of distress.

Nila pulled back, the tears starting anew as she poured out the entire story—Sekar's confession, the kiss, and how it had all gone so wrong. As she spoke, Anbu's expression darkened, his brow furrowing with each detail.

He reached for her hand, but she flinched at the touch. Anbu's eyes narrowed, and he instinctively traced the bruise on her wrist, his face hardening with anger. "De he do this..." he said, his voice low yet firm.

NIla shook her head. "It's okay. It might have been inflamed by his hold. It should be alright by tomorrow."

But Nila's words didn't fully register with him. Instead, all he could feel was the ways to destroy the man that caused her pain. He wrapped his arms around her without thinking, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"It's okay; I am here," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. Nila shivered at the truth in his words and the comfort of being in his arms. In that moment, she felt safe, cocooned in the warmth of his presence, and it gave her a flicker of hope amidst the pain.

Anbu held her tightly, wishing he could erase all the hurt she'd felt. She was everything he hadn't dared to dream of, and he silently vowed to protect her from anyone who dared to hurt her again. It's never good to play with the love of a villain, let alone hurt them.

Next Morning

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow around the room. Nila stirred, blinking away sleep as she felt the comforting warmth of a body wrapped around hers. Anbu spooned her, his breath warm against her exposed shoulder, leaving a trail of gentle kisses that made her heart race. The way he held her, his solid frame enveloping her, felt like home—an intoxicating blend of safety and desire.

She had grown addicted to these moments, how his touch ignited a fire within her, how his scent filled her senses and calmed her racing heart. It had become a routine—nights spent lost in each other, surrendering to the passion that simmered beneath the surface. Nila smiled at the thought, feeling excited at the day's possibilities.

Just as they were about to dive deeper into their shared intimacy, her phone buzzed on the bedside table. Reluctantly, she pulled herself away from Anbu's warm embrace, giggling as she tried to push him away. "Anbu, stop! I have to take it," she whispered, her tone playful.

But Anbu was relentless, trailing featherlight kisses down her bare shoulders, igniting every nerve ending. "I don't think so," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

Nila bit her lip, torn between her desire and the persistent ringing of her phone. "Anbu, really!" she chuckled, though some of her didn't want to pull away. Finally, she managed to break free, grabbing the phone as it rang again.

"Hello?" she said softly, glancing back at Anbu, who propped himself up on one elbow, a curious look on his face. But the warmth of their moment shattered like glass when she heard the voice on the other end.

"Nila... it's Sekar's brother. He's gone. Sekar is dead."

The world around her froze. The phone slipped from her hands, clattering onto the floor. Shock filled her senses, dulling the vibrant colours of the morning. Nila's heart raced, each beat echoing the painful truth of the words she had just heard.

Anbu's expression shifted as he detected the sudden change in her demeanour. "What happened?" he whispered, concern etched into his features. He reached out to grasp her arm, his touch grounding her in the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

"He is gone..." Nila breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, tears welling in her eyes.

"Who?" Anbu asked as he held her against him.

"S-Sekar", She whimpered. It doesn't matter how things ended yesterday. He was still her friend for over 10 years.

Anbu's heart raced as he pulled her closer, sensing her distress. "Nila," he urged gently, "it's going to be okay." But even he could feel the weight of the moment, the profound sadness that lingered in the air. As she leaned into him, seeking solace in his presence, a smirk flickered across Anbu's lips, hidden from her view.

"Serves him right," Anbu thought as he imagined how he would send that garbage of human, Sekar, to hell yesterday night. No one would touch his love; his Nila is all his.

TO BE CONTINUED

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CHAPTER - III | Villain's Love

MASTERLIST

one | two | three

They say time stops when you are sad, confused, or thrown into the reality that all your shared moments with someone you thought was your real love turned out to be a nightmare. I shook my head. I must be seeing things. That is not my Anbu. He is a kind, sensitive, and lovely person, I thought to myself. He is a Kabadi coach and should be at home having a good night's sleep for his training tomorrow, not be out here trying to hurt and threaten innocent people.

But I stop myself. No matter how well I know Anbu, over the last few months, he has never shown me his family or taken me to his place to introduce me to his friends/team. Also, whenever I bring up the subject, he constantly changes it. I gulp down and once again look outside to see the same face but with no trace of love or care; instead, it is filled with anger and the one that would cause hurt to innocent people.

My feet took me to the corner, where I laid my back against the pillar. My eyes looked around aimlessly, and a chuckle left my mouth. I shook my head, and tears spilt. My chuckles turned into whimpers. But quickly, I hid it and saw Tamizh walking in my direction. I shook my head. I will not show weakness or be that girl who fears the monster.

"Is everything alright, Akka?" I nodded at Tamizh and smiled softly.

The phone's sharp ring echoed in the station's tense silence. Everyone turned around to see Napelone speaking. We all surrounded him, hoping we would find a way out of this. More probably now, I want to leave and never meet the one who broke my heart.

As we all followed him to the stairs, where the prisoners were kept, my heart was beating faster.

"Sir, all are here", Napelone spoke as he asked and dialled another number, and that's when I felt goosebumps rise; it was his voice, but I couldn't find a trace of him. As they negotiated, I felt the eyes on me, but I quickly shook it off.

"Open the gate," Napelone asked the boys. Tamizh and I clutched our arms together. My mind was screaming, What if Anbu sees me here? Would he let me go? Would he let Tamizh and her friends leave here unharmed? How can we trust the promise of these thugs?

"Sir... " I started, but before I could finish, he got a call, and this time, I felt the tension rising in the air much more than before. As Napelone asked everyone inside the cell to reveal their names, one person stood far away in the dark only to slowly walk near. I felt his eyes I felt and before I knew it, I found myself backing away, ensuring Tamizh was secured behind me.

Just as the chaos started, the constable shouted to close the main door, and the prisoner inside tried to get hold of the constable and threatened us to throw in the cell keys.

"Throw the keys," he whispered. But I stood there shooting my head; no matter what, the keys should not reach them.

"Throw the keys!!" His shout caused Tamizh and me to shudder, but I threw away the keys in the opposite direction and went down with Tamizh to see that the doors were closed now.

We all sighed in relief; that's only to be lived short.

***

"I can't; I'm too scared," Tamizh whispered, making me feel bad for her. She was too young and vulnerable for this situation, so I had to step in and be the adult.

"Hey, look at me. Nothing is going to happen, and I am here, okay?" She nodded, and I felt myself shaking my thoughts off Anbu and only concentrating on the matter.

Meanwhile, the boys and constable Napelone planned to set up a speaker to play loud music to distract and annoy the goons, and it seemed to work, as we all could feel their irritation and struggle.

"Good job," I patted their shoulders, and they smiled.

"I am thirsty", Tamizh spoke, and I nodded, "I look for water" I informed the others and went to get some water, "God, this station, with no water!" I snarled as I finally found a water purifier and filled the Tumblr nearby. However, just as I was about to reenter the hall area, the music stopped, and my heart struck at my throat as I watched from behind the pillar to see Anbu walk down the stairs and inhale some power; I scrunched my eyes to see what happens as my legs glued to the spot denying from moving any further.

"You have all done wrong and will be doomed." His words made me shudder, and just like that, he started beating the boys. I couldn't even think what to do, but in the end, I gulped down as I saw Tamizh stuck in the middle. I found myself to be a little brave, so I launched myself from behind. Tamizh threw me her dupatta, and I tied his hands and legs together, stopping him from moving.

"Hey, who is it? I will kill you," Anbu yelled as I held his throat in between my elbows, stopping him from moving his head. I nodded at Tamizh to go upstairs to prevent anyone from entering again, which she did swiftly; the boys came to my rescue and held Anbu as he struggled.

He still doesn't know that I am the one who bound him to this position, and the fear of him identifying with me makes me feel even worse.

"I will kill you all; note it down" He once again spoke in his voice, which was influenced by whatever he took at the stairs; it might be drugs, I think. And a disgust swept through me.

The Anbu I loved is dead and before was a man with no morals and empathy.

As all the since false again, Tamizh called me "Nila Akka." I froze as I saw Anbu's back straightened as he tried to look behind. I kept my eyes on him as I reached Tamizh to hold her. But that was my mistake, and at that moment, I felt his eyes. Even under the influence, he could sense me, and his lips pulled upwards as his eyes held anger and something else.

"Nila.." He whispered, causing others to look at him as I gulped. But before he could continue, the scream from Tamizh's friend got all our attention; my eyes widened as the goons got one of the boys and started to threaten us from behind the door as they kept a knife around the boy's neck.

"Noo..No", Tamizh's scream caught my attention as I could see she was scared for this boy.

"Anbu!" they shouted, causing me to look at Anbu with a leading look, but at that moment, I couldn't find any human in the man before me.

"Kill him. They have beaten me, and you guys are still waiting!" He shouted, causing me to gasp. "No. No, Anbu, stop it!" I cried, but none has been heard through his ear nor registered to him.

And just like that, the lifeless body of the young man fell. All I could hear was Tamizh's scream and cruel laugh from the monster before me.

"Should have listened to me; seems you guys learned a season", Anbu whispered as he turned his head to face me. "Just like your pathetic friend Sekar did while he begged for his life" I heard nothing after that, and my eyes held tears, and my heart burnt with anger; the image of Sekar blurred my vision.

"You monster", I whispered as I saw Napelon carrying a heavy object. I immediately took it from his hand, and before I knew it, I hit square in Anbu's jaw; the man I loved and thought my protector turned into my nightmare, and to protect myself and others, I had to end and make him suffer for his sins.

My eyes watched Anbu's falling as he took his last breath. I yelled as my throat turned into sore.

Tamizh held me as everything around us became the worst dream we ever hoped for.

It seemed in that moment I had lost my Anbu way before then I killed him, as the man who I ended was not anything like the Anbu I know. We all started to leave as an unnamed man appeared and guided us. Tamizh looked at her friend's body; I made an oath that I would never look back at the body of the monster that was lying in the middle. I know nothing of him, and I killed all my love that was in my heart the same way I killed him.

***

2 years 3 months, I started aimlessly out of the window to look into the snowfall that began to fall

After the traumatic experience, I transferred myself to the farthest place possible; I am currently in Theog, Himachal Pradesh.

I sighed as I drank my hot chocolate and twirled the locket Anbu presented me; I could not ignore it. I had to distance myself from the known place where I had all the memories, which burned me to the core. As I settled in the new area and started my job at the nearest government hospital, I became busy and did not have much time to think about the past.

Today seems much more challenging as I struggle to let go of his memory. But at last, I gave in, snapped the chain out of my neck, and threw it into the drawer, where I never have to look in.

"I should start going," I whispered. Just before I left, my cell phone rang, and I checked to find it was Officer Joshy. I am glad of some of the people I got close to here.

"Hello, Joshy. Is everything alright?" But, the news I received put me in alert mode.

"No, you have to come quickly to the hospital. Hyena attacked people." I jumped at the news and quickly went out, locking my door as I started my car.

"Okay, is the situation under control?" I asked, hoping that civilians were out of danger.

"Yes, luckily, Parthi got it", I sighed and smiled; another family I got here, Mr.Parthiban and his wife, quickly became my closest people here.

"Lucky for us, I will be there in 15", I whispered.

Here comes my duty, and my day has just begun. With me here, nothing can make me go back to my old life.

THE END Beginning...