I can't love you so much thinking that I am married... There will be many private things in my life too and you don't need to interfere in any of them...

I can't love you so much thinking that I am married... There will be many private things in my life too and you don't need to interfere in any of them......

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Niyathi.. Hearing the loud call, she who was folding the cloth looked back with a shock. Seeing the angry man standing there, her eyes widened with fear.

N.. What.. Ichaya... she asked with fear..

The next moment his hands were moving up and down towards her face… and her face fell from the force of the blow on the cheek. She felt as if her cheek had been ripped off. Blood trickled down the side of her lip…

How many times have I told you that you should not say that you are my wife anywhere.. Better to say that you are the wife of a low class BN than saying that my wife is dead.. My failure is the light on your neck. You won't have that thing around your neck for much longer. My mind and body have only one heir, my Hannah. There is no one else in my life except her. Seeing you is disgusting and hateful to me.

It was the sudden landing announcement of the flight that brought her out of those nostalgic memories. She held the ten-year-old who was next to her close to her again. When the announcement sounded that the flight would land in 15 minutes, she quickly called her son and woke him up.

Chittu...my dear...

Kya hua mamma...Chittu asked in his sleep..(what about mamma)

Chittu….all his sleep was interrupted by her reprimanded call.

sorry mom.. no hindi only malayalam... i forgot suddenly...

Mm.. did you call the baby.. we are about to come down...

Ok mom.. He quickly turned around and opened the food table and started calling the ten year old girl who was leaning towards it. As a result of Chittu's earlier efforts, she opened her eyes.

What's wrong.. she agreed to sleep for a while... she asked angrily..

Kunji... Niyathi called with reprimand..

I'm sorry...

Sarallya Kunji. Hey, we're going down. That's what called you... Chittu said...

Mom.. can we go to Kerala?

What is so wow about this? I loved Darjeeling itself... said Chittu.

Isn't this what you say every time mom gets a transfer? When you reached Darjeeling, didn't you say that Delhi was enough for you?

I liked Darjeeling better than Delhi... Let's see what happens with Kerala... Chittu said with a smile.

Niyati looked at her children with a smile.. They are her pride. The golden children who stand with him and understand his difficulties who do not complain about anything...

After checking and doing things at the airport, they came out and looked around, that's when Niathi saw a man holding her name. She called her children and went straight to him.

Bro... When she called him, he looked back.

Isn't it a baby?

Yes bro...

Hello...I am the driver of Miramol. Keshavan..just as he was about to come down here, Molk received an emergency call from the hospital. Then I came with a card with this name written on it. Meera Mol had shown the photo of the baby. But wasn't it a long time ago.. Then the name was written like this... What if we find it soon... Are these the children of the baby?

Yes bro.. they are my children. Aaron..Avelyn..will be called Chittu and Kunhi...

That's enough.. I can't think of other names.. Mol called me Kesummavan. Meeramol calls her like that.. He said that and took the trolley containing the luggage from her hand and pushed it to the car park. Kesummavan's behavior is talking about something without opening his mouth. Niyati understood one thing from listening to the man's speech that he has been the driver and caretaker of Meera's house for years. By then they had reached the car. He quickly packed their luggage into the trunk. Chittu got in the co-driver's seat in front and Kunji and Niyati in the back..They all got in and their car sped towards the destination..

Go inside and sit down, my dear. Aren't they coming here?

I can't say it because she is Shiveta. The elder was preparing to go straight to the quarters. I was emotionally blackmailed and agreed to come here. Because of that hospital emergency or I would have gone to pick her up myself…

Why did you leave your son? You will bring them here. That's not my fear. By the time I get here, I'm thinking about the condition of your friend's ears. Keshummavan will kill it by talking..

Hahaha.. That's right.. She is among those who are a little hesitant to speak up. Now Keshummavan must have talked to her... Pulli has a special ability in that matter... By the time Meera said that, their car had come and stopped in the yard...

Meera quickly walked towards the car. Our Chittu and Kunji are sitting in the car and looking at the family house in front of them...

What a big house isn't Chittu... The child looked there and said..

Mmm.. bigger than Kaushik's haveli…

Niyati laughed hearing her children's talk... come on children.. By the time Niyati said that and tried to open the car door, Meera had pulled the car door open...

Nidhi... Hugging Niyati who came out, Meera called out with full eyes.. Niyati's eyes filled with hearing her nickname and that from her dear friend's mouth after years...

Thus ending the years of anonymity Dr. Niyati Ramkumar IAS has come back to Kerala right.. Let me see you well. How many more years will we see each other... After standing close to each other for a while, Meera stood away from her and said..

Girl, you have not changed after all these years. This is how women should be. Besides, you don't need to stay slim all the time.. Hmm... Meera said with a sneer...

This is what is called jealousy in Pacha Malayalam...Shivakarthik...Shiva came standing behind Meera and said...

Do you know... isn't Meera's own Shivetan... Nidhi asked with a smile...

Mm... Wasn't the trip all good... Siva asked humming what Nidhi said..

What is the surprise you said when you called me... Meera asked without giving Nidhi a chance to reply to Shiva's question..

There is still no change in your unforgiving nature girl… Nidhi said with a smile..

Nothing can change that easily.. the word "forgiveness" is not in her dictionary.. Shiva patted Meera's head and said..

Tell me what is the surprise without trolling me for both of them... Meera said with a swollen face as she pulled out where she got the cut.

Don't make a big face about it.. After saying that, Nidhi looked at the car and called out.. Meera also looked inside eagerly.. Nidhi moved from the door, Chittu and Kunji got out. They looked at Meera and Shiva and gave a real laugh.

Meera's eyes opened up.. Her eyes were shining in their smiley eyes... She looked at Nidhi and those children alternately in surprise..

Nidhi these children... She did not know what to ask..

My children are Meera.. Aaron Avlin.. Called Chittu and Kunhi.. 10 years old….

Eh.. 10 years old.. So you...

No Meera... Don't say anything.. I don't want to remember and hear anything from the past.. Nidhi said not agreeing to tell Meera.

No.. not like that.. After you left... Meera again came to say something and Shiva stopped her and showed Nidhi with his eyes.. Meera looked at Nidhi's face and her stony expression showed that she was getting angry... and then Meera swallowed what she wanted to say.. and in front of the children. Sitting on his knees..

Do the children know Aunty?

If you know.. isn't Meera aunty.. our mother's bestie.. both of them said in unison.

That was long ago.. I divorced your mother at this moment. She is your bestie from now on… Meera said with a smile..

Hearing that, Nidhi looked at Shiva as if there was no change in this.

Shiva put his hands on his head as if everything is my destiny...

Nidhi looked at Meera and her children, biting her smile after seeing Shiva's expression.

Is.. aunty our bestie.. to hum saath mein koob masti kareki… hena… (we will do a lot of banging together won't we) said the kid happily..

As soon as Hindi came out of Kunji's mouth, Meera looked at her with fear as if she saw a cross. And Nidhi pitifully.. Nidhi, who knows that Hindi is a childish thing for Meera, saw her pitiful look and stopped laughing.

Nidhi... Tell your children that I am Hindi maalum nahi.. Meera said imitating Jagathy from Kilukam. With that, Nidhi and Shiva, who had been holding back their laughter until then, burst into laughter.

If a girl's mind needs to be hurt so much, this novel is a proof of that and here her helplessness is pointed out.....

(To be continued......)

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