Mullai was staring at Bhadran without blinking. For some reason, she was captivated by his impulsive actions, and suddenly she remembered what Janvi had told her that morning. Thinking, "No matter what, he belongs to someone else. We shouldn't come between them and separate them. If we do that, it will be a big mistake," she looked at Bhadran with a blank expression.
Finally, she asked, "When will you give me a divorce?" He immediately let go of her hand, stepped back, and glared intensely at Mullai. Then, without saying a word, he went to the gym. Mullai couldn't understand the meaning of that look.
Meanwhile, Bhadran, who had entered the room angrily, started punching the 150-kilogram punching bag with his bare hands. He was furious with himself.
"We were living life according to our own wishes, without respecting anyone. Why did I suddenly ask her that? It's only been a day since I met her. Have I completely changed already? Am I taking too many liberties with her?" Many such thoughts raced through his mind.
The fact that he had asked and she had refused caused a pain in his heart, like a thorn piercing him. Why was that?... With just a glance from him, a thousand women would fall at his feet this very moment. Why then was he feeling this pain? As he pondered this, rubbing his chest, his gaze fell on the lion-faced pendant around his neck. Seeing it, his face and his mood changed.
He stopped punching the bag and touched the pendant. It was given to him by his mother. When she gave it to him, she was fighting for her life. Giving it to him, she had finally asked him, "Marry Janvi." He had promised her, weeping. As soon as he remembered his mother, he also thought of Janvi. "What did our mother tell us? What are we doing now? I have to send them out of the house soon. I have to marry that Janvi," he began making several plans.
His reflection in the large mirror there, acting as his conscience, now began to speak. "Are you going to send them all away? Can you do that?" it asked mockingly. He replied firmly, "I will definitely send them away, I don't need her."
"Are you going to send Vaishnavi away too? Can you live without her?" his conscience asked, and he flinched for a moment. The determination that had been on his face vanished.
"How could I forget her? She's my little angel, my daughter. How can I send her away?... No, she will stay with me," he insisted.
His conscience asked, "How is that possible? That child is hers. How will she let the child stay with you? How will she agree to that?"
Bhadran said, "She has to agree. Theeran and Vaishnavi will stay with me. If necessary, I'll give her as much money as she wants and send her away from here."
His conscience retorted, "Hey, are you crazy? She's the one who gave birth to that child, and who are you? You have absolutely no connection to that child. In that case, on what authority will you say that you won't send the children away?" Confused for a moment by this question, he angrily kicked the punching bag in front of him.
"The children will stay with me. No one can change that. If anyone tries, they won't return alive," he roared, his voice filled with absolute determination. At the same time, after Bhadran left, she looked at the wedding chain he had tied around her neck with a sense of longing, then tucked it inside her saree. She opened the bag she had brought from her house and took out its contents.
She took out her clothes and the children's clothes, and finally looked at her certificates. She had studied a fashion designing course. Even while studying abroad, she had been taking small orders and sewing clothes.
She had a strong desire to succeed independently. Beyond that, she wanted recognition for herself and her children. She had many plans in mind to ensure they lacked nothing.
After thinking about it for a while, Mullai made a firm decision, "When I leave this house, I need a separate identity for myself. With the money I have, I should first open a boutique. From now on, I must be brave."
While this was happening inside, outside, Narayanan was chatting cheerfully with Vaishnavi. But Theeran was searching for something on his mobile phone. He had already taken a picture of the ring he had brought, and he was looking up on his phone what model it was and which shop it was bought from.
Narayanan was observing him from a distance. Theeran showed no signs of being a child. "He only looks like a young boy. But his behavior is like that of a grown man. He will become a very intelligent person," he thought to himself.
Suddenly, Theeran frowned...
He frowned, seemingly engrossed in reading something. After a while, his mobile phone rang, and he answered it. "Hello boss, we've only found one of the men you mentioned," the person on the other end said. Dheeran turned and spoke while looking at Narayanan.
"Give him our treatment and keep an eye on him. I can't come today. I'll come tomorrow. Until then, don't give him anything," Dheeran said in a commanding tone. "Okay boss," the other person replied, and the call was disconnected.
Narayanan looked at Dheeran thoughtfully, then turned to Vaishnavi and said, "Darling, you go to your father, I'll be there in a moment," and sent her away before approaching Dheeran. Dheeran was deep in thought, and Narayanan asked him, "Son, do you need any help? What are you thinking about?"
Dheeran looked at him and began to speak openly. He didn't want to hide anything from him. "Yes, Grandpa, I need help," he said, and Narayanan knelt down in front of him, took his hand, and said, "Ask this grandpa for any help you need, son," before he could finish.
Before he could complete his sentence, Dheeran said, "Grandpa, I need a gun. And it needs to be soundproof." Narayanan was shocked by the way he asked and gaped in disbelief.
"Son, what do you need? Ask again," he asked affectionately. He asked again to confirm if what he heard was true or not.
Dheeran looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Grandpa, I need what I asked for right now. I need a good gun. It should have soundproofing so that it doesn't make any noise." Understanding that he was serious, Narayanan listened intently. Without even asking why or for what purpose, he said, "Kanna, I'll tell the bodyguards to bring it," and waved his hand to Sarath, who was standing a little distance away, watching them. Sarath quickly came over and stood with his hands clasped, saying, "Tell me, Grandfather."
He told him, "Go quickly and bring an AK-6 rifle," and before Sarath could move, he gave the next command. "You must bring it without Bhadran knowing," he ordered.
Confusion began to rise in Sarath's mind, along with a touch of fear. However, without showing anything, he said, "Okay, Grandfather," and quickly went inside, retrieved the rifle, and gave it to Narayanan.
When Narayanan took it and gave it to Theeran, Sarath's confusion increased further, and he spoke openly. "Sir, why are you giving it to the child? He might accidentally shoot himself," he said anxiously.
But Narayanan affectionately asked, "Kanna, do you need anything else? If you do, feel free to ask."
To which Theeran replied, "No, I don't need anything, Grandpa," and raising the rifle, he shot at Hari, who was drinking water from a water bottle in the distance.
The bullet directly hit the water bottle. Water splashed on Hari's face. Startled by this sudden attack, Hari shouted, "Hey, who is that?" and took out the gun from his pocket, looking around to see who had shot him.
While Sarath watched in astonishment, the rifle was turned towards him this time, and he ran away at lightning speed, shouting, "Oh my god, it wasn't me!"
Narayanan was overjoyed. "It seems he will surpass even our Bhadran? He is the perfect heir for our family. Our family will be very safe because of him," he repeatedly told himself, feeling delighted.
He then opened his wallet, took something out of it, and gave it to Theeran. Theeran took it and looked at him questioningly. "What is that, Grandpa? It looks like a chip?" he asked.
He replied, "Son, this is indeed a chip. Through this, you can summon many shadow fighters. Until now, they were with me. From now on, they will be with you. From now on, you are their boss. This will definitely be useful to you," he said, and Theeran hugged him in excitement.
"Thank you so much, Grandpa," he said affectionately, and then, deftly tucking the gun into his waistband and concealing it, he asked, "Grandpa, one more favor... I need admission for myself and Vaishnavi in the big school here. Can you get it for us?" A slightly mocking smile appeared on his face.
He added, "Son, you don't even have to ask about that. I already got you both admitted to our school yesterday. You just need to go and join next Monday."
Their family owned several schools, and Narayanan had arranged for them to be admitted to the best of them.
"Okay, Grandpa," he said, his gaze falling on Bhadran, who was approaching them. Narayanan also turned and looked. Upon seeing him, both of them were greatly shocked.