When a huge problem arose after she spilled coffee on CEO Raghuraman, Mullai became very frightened. Her trembling intensified when she saw Bhadran standing in front of her. Even Prakash, who had spoken in support of Mullai, was now confused.
"We can try to apologize to Mr. Raghuram and manage the situation. But we can't even open our mouths in front of Bhadran, can we? How do we save her?" he thought to himself.
Mullai had been walking carefully. But somehow, she stumbled and this happened. With Bhadran glaring at her, she let her gaze fall to the floor.
Bhadran stared at her for a moment, then looked at Raghuram and then at the people around them. He noticed that everyone was standing there anxiously, wondering what would happen. But seeing something different in Sudha's face, he turned behind him, looked at Hari, and ordered, "Get the CCTV footage of this room." Everyone looked confused.
But Sudha's face turned pale. A short while later, Hari showed the video on his laptop to everyone, and it showed Sudha stepping on Mullai's shawl with her foot. Everyone realized that Mullai had stumbled because she had stepped on her shawl.
Everyone looked at Sudha in shock, but she quickly began to apologize, saying, "Forgive me, sir, I accidentally stepped on her shawl."
Bhadran, who was standing angrily, told Hari, "Fire her," and then told Raghuram, "Come on, sir, we can look at the meeting later," and took Raghuram away. But Raghuram kept looking at Mullai as he left. Understanding the meaning of that gaze, Hari thought to himself, "It seems he's just staring at Mullai? Well, I'll ask him about it privately," and then he reached the meeting hall.
Prakash, who came to Mullai's side, said, "Don't cry, Mullai. It's not your fault, is it?" and walked with her. Mullai, having returned to her normal self, started talking to him. Since it was lunchtime, they both went to the canteen together.
Prakash, sitting opposite Mullai, asked with a certain expectation, "Mullai, you said you wanted to tell me something? What is it?" Mullai replied, "Yes sir, it's nothing much. I'm thinking of starting my own business. Since I've studied a fashion design course, I'm planning to do that. I need your help with that."
Prakash, hiding his disappointment, replied, "Why are you saying this? You have a good job now, don't you? Is the salary perhaps too low? Let this month pass. I'll give you an increment," he said.
Mullai, in a hurried voice, said, "It's nothing like that, sir. This is a good salary. But I want to create my own identity and achieve something in this field, and I want to take care of my children without any shortcomings."
After thinking for a few moments, Prakash said, "Mullai, don't worry. My friend owns a stitching unit. You can take small orders and sew there for a while. Seeing your talent, you'll get many orders. Then you can start your own unit. I'll support you," he said, suggesting a path for her progress. A happy Mullai said, "Thank you so much, sir. I was confused and hesitant about whether you would do it or not," to which Prakash replied, "How could I not do it? You are so special to me," saying this while looking at her radiant face.
At that moment, they turned around at the sound of a voice asking, "May I join you?" It was Nisha, standing there with a food plate in her hand. Immediately, Mullai said, "Of course, madam, please come," and Nisha, smiling, sat down next to Prakash and asked, "What, Prakash? You've forgotten this old friend after seeing your new friend?" Mullai looked at her, confused.
Immediately, Prakash said, "Hey, when did I ever forget you? You're the one who's always obsessed with the office," and then, turning to Mullai, who was looking at them questioningly, he said, "This is Nisha, my childhood friend." Mullai looked at her as if to say, "Is that so?" and then started eating. She, who had been talking so freely until then, couldn't speak normally in front of Nisha.
........,... .......... .........
At the same time, at home, Theeran was intensely reading a file, marking the errors in it with a pencil. Just then, he received a phone call and answered it. "Boss, as you said, someone saw those thugs dead and is leaving the scene. Should I go and apprehend him?" Vimal asked.
Twirling the pencil in his hand on the table, Theeran said, "No, Vimal, you don't need to kidnap him. Instead, follow him. Find out where he's going and who he's meeting, and then come and tell me." "Okay, boss," Vimal replied and hung up the phone.
This is Vimal.
He followed the thug in his car. The thug, who was on a motorbike, went into the city, checking if anyone was following him, and entered one of Chennai's most famous bars. Vimal got out of his car and stealthily followed him. The thug knocked on a room door in the bar and went inside.
Vimal couldn't go any further. Thinking about what to do, he went to the back of the bar, climbed up a pipe, and reached the window of that room. He peeked inside. A man was sitting majestically on a sofa with a gun in his hand. Vimal's eyebrows shot up at the sight of him. "Is that Karthik sir?" he asked himself.
Seeing Karthik sir there shocked Vimal. However, hiding his surprise, he intently observed what was happening inside.
"Sir, two of our men are lying dead on the bypass road. It looks like someone killed them and dumped them there," the thug said, lowering his head. Karthik looked up at him and asked, "Did you see them and come straight here?"
He replied, "Yes, sir," trembling. The next second, Karthik shot him.
Getting up angrily from the sofa, he shouted, "Fool, fool! I don't need imbeciles like you. Someone deliberately did this to expose me. But you don't even understand this simple thing... Tch."
He then called out, "Guards!" Five men quickly entered the room. He pointed to the man lying on the floor, gestured for them to remove him, and then went to the window. Unexpectedly, Vimal quickly hid behind the window frame, while Karthik came to the window, grabbed the bars, and tried to look outside. Just then, his phone rang, and he moved away from the window.
Immediately, without wasting a second, Vimal climbed down via the pipe, quickly exited the bar, got into his car, and drove away. Halfway through, he sent Karthik's photo to Theeran on WhatsApp and then called him.
Theeran, who was having dinner with Vaishu, answered the ringing phone and put it to his ear. "Boss, I've sent you a photo, take a look. He's the one responsible for everything," Vimal said. "Okay Vimal, I'll check it and let you know," Theeran replied and hung up.
He got up from his seat, washed his hands, and sat down next to Vaishu, then opened the photo Vimal had sent. Seeing Karthik standing with a gun in his hand, his eyebrows furrowed. Because he already knew who Karthik was.
Karthik is a big businessman, just like Bhadran. The owner of K.D. Group of Companies. He is ruthless and always chooses the crooked path. Theeran had heard about them even when he was abroad. He also knew that Yukesh had a business agreement with Karthik.
Thinking about all this, he looked at the photo and called Vimal. As soon as the call was answered, Theeran ordered, "Vimal, ask someone to secretly investigate what the problem is between him and my mother. Also, see if we can establish contact with Karthik's company."
"Okay Boss, I'll look into it," Vimal said, and Theeran hung up.
Some cunning ideas were running through Theeran's mind. At that time, his face looked just like a little fox. Just then, Janvi approached them and, seeing that there was no one else at the dining table except Theeran and Vaishu, she sat down next to them.
"Hey! Little ones, why are you eating alone?" she asked them with a small smile. Theeran looked up at her briefly, then turned away. Although Janvi was annoyed by this, she hid her feelings and smiled outwardly.
Looking at Vaishu, she asked, "Hey, your name is Vaishu, right? Won't you talk to this Aunty?" She asked this as if she were sad.
Vaishu stopped eating and looked at Janvi. "Who are you? Why should we talk to you?" Vaishu asked bluntly. Janvi, taken aback, didn't know what to say. Then she said, "I'm the one who's going to marry your Uncle Bhadran. After our marriage, he will have a child. Bhadran will be the father of that child, not yours. So you won't be in this house anymore." Vaishu's face fell upon hearing this.
With shock on her face, Vaishu asked, "What are you saying? Our mother already married our father, didn't she?" Even as Vaishu was asking this, Theeran stopped her, saying, "Vaishu, you've finished eating, haven't you? Come on, let's go," and he took her hand and led her away from there.