Tamil Arasi ‘s Family

Grandmother - Parvathy
Grandfather - Ranganathan ( late )
Father - Mahanderan ( Late )
Mother - Vedavalli ( Late )

Sidharth’s Family

Grandfather - Chandran
Grandmother: Maheshwari
Father - Lakshman
Mother - Akila
Sister - nihara
Brother - Harish

Further details about the character and few more characters will be given as the story proceeds.

Sidhu is a 26 year old young and successful businessman. He was born with a silver spoon and a spoiled brat by his mother. He is a person who is selfish and would do anything to achieve what he wants but is smart in business. A journey he leads for a business changed his life upside down.

Tamizh Arasi is a naive and innocent 19 year old girl from a small village. She works as a maid at a home where she is mistreated by the people there. Two things she loves the most are agriculture and her bull Marudhu. She treats the agricultural land and Marudhu as God and would never allow someone to mistreat it. Arrival of a newcomer changes her whole life upside down.

He is someone who achieves whatever he wants in any way even if it is meant to hurt others . She is the one who wants everything to be done ethically and without hurting others.

He doesn't forgive anyone who even thinks to go against him. She is the one to forgive even if they had ripped her heart apart.

He is a Graduate from abroad who owns an international level food business. She is the one struggling to complete her high school.

He finds everything as a business including food. She recognises the food as the grace and the people who work to harvest it as God.

How will these opposite pole attrach each other ?
How does their lives connect and what change do they face ?

To know it read the journey of Tamizh Arasi and Siddharth.

PROLOGUE

Tamil

I wake up with a jerk, purposely sweating and panting for air. I look around and find my  grandmother asleep on the cot peacefully. I try to control my rasing breath and wipe off the sweat on my forehead with my half saree pallu. Sitting there silently for some time, I sigh and slowly sneak out of the house.

Locking the house from outside I look around before leaving the house towards the single place that would give peace whenever I am in confusion.

Once collecting the key of the temple from the nearby house I leave for the temple.

I stand in front of my “ durgai amman “ statue with my hands joined.

“ Yen ma enna ippadi sothikara.. Avuru ella nan kanavula kuda ninachu paka mudiyathu.. ana nee atha kanavula avura.. apdi.. “

( Why are you testing me to this extent, my god ? I should not even dream about him but you are testing me with the same dream )

I paused remembering the dream I had before sometime where he tied the knot around my neck while my grandmother stood with happy tears behind him blessing us.

“ nan verum avuru virunthaliya vantha veetula Vela seiyara ponnu.. avura nan ninaikarathu kuda thapu ma.. ithu Ella en moolaiku puriyuthu ana manasu keka matinguthu.. ena tha en manasa nan katti potalu.. thirumba thirumba avaru kitaya poguthu.. thapu tha.. nan en manasa mathikaran ma ana enaku nee than ma thonaiya irukan..”

( I am just a maid in a house where he is a guest, it is wrong to even think of him. My mind knows this is wrong but my heart is adamant to realize it.. how much ever I try to control my heart it keeps seeking for him.. I know it's wrong and I will definitely change my heart.. please be with me in the process ma )

I wiped the tears that fell on my cheeks and placed some sindoor on my forehead. I prayed for the one last time, and tended to leave the temple but found the main door of the temple locked from the outside.

“ saavi enkita thena iruku.. yaru kathava sathi irupa ? “

( Who would have locked the door, if I am the one who has the keys ? )

I frown before I knock on the door trying to get some attention if someone was there on the other side of the door. I sigh when there is no response even after a long time of knocking. Deciding to spend the night at the temple I walk back into the temple. The priest would be here by 4 for the first Pooja at 5 and I can leave the temple before my grandmother would wake up and panic after finding me missing.

I sit leaning on a pillar beside the platform where the divas have been lit on a small stool. Staring at the goddess I wonder the fate of my life. Right from my birth I have everything in front me but it has never reached my hands. First it was my parents, they showered me with all their love and affection before they left me abruptly. And now it is him who is doing the same. Why should he be kind and care for a girl who he had met just a few days ago? Why would he do everything that he had done for me when I am just a stranger who was a maid at the house where he was a royal guest.

I look at the healing scar on my palm as I remember the pain I found in his eyes when he treated the wound. This was nothing new to me, most of my arms and legs have scars similar to them. But when he held my small palms in his large one as he applied the medicine I felt as if he healed all those hidden scars.

He was the only one to show me care after my parents, grandmother and my brother. And now just like my parents he is leaving me halfway. Of Course I already knew he should be leaving back to his home one day. In fact I should not worry as once he is gone it would help me to forget him but here I am mourning over him leaving tomorrow.

I kept caressing the scar that I failed to notice the burning smell that surrounded me until it produced smoke gaining my attention. I turned to the side from where I sensed smoke and panic, finding the end of my pallu catching fire.

I act quickly on removing the pin on my shoulder and it gets stuck in my blouse making it difficult for me to remove it. I tried hard to remove my pallu but it went in vain as the fire increased with smoke. I go into a panic mode watching the fire and I fail the ability to think properly. I find myself struggling for breath and the last thing I remember is me losing consciousness and blacking out.

I hear some voices at a distance and try to wake up but groan with the pain in my head. I force open my eyes to find some people standing below the temple stairs and speaking among themselves while looking at me in anger and disgust.

Initially I frown before I realize what happened last night. I searched around to find my half saree turned into ashes at a distance from where I sat leaning on the pillar. Realizing i was quick to cover my torso but unlike I guessed it to be half naked I am covered with a shirt and smell a familiar scent from it. How did I escape the fire and whose shirt was I wearing?

I frowned at the people in front of me before I noticed their eyes darting beside me. I follow their eyesight and find him lying asleep on the floor just in his vest. How did he end up here when I was the only one at the temple last night. Was he the one he saved me, no wonder when I felt the scent in the shirt I was wearing familiar. But why did he not wake me up and ended up sleeping beside me ? What are we gonna face after those many people have watched us in such a situation ?

Panicking, I stood up from the place holding his shirt and tried to leave but stopped when I heard the people yell at me. That's it, fate has once again played its role to turn my already miserable life more miserable.

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