Thrissur Railway Station.
Shiva and Anitha were waiting for their train. They were both quietly retracing the memories of a month that had been incredibly sweet.
"Anitha."
"Hmm?"
"When will you tell me the result?" Shiva asked. Anitha flashed a smile.
"Can I tell you something, Shiva?"
"Go on."
"I decided that you were the one for me the very moment we met at Arakkonam Railway Station."
Shiva looked at her, surprised. "Really?"
"Yes," she smiled.
"But how?"
"My mind was racing, debating whether I should board that train with you or not. Then, I asked you a question. The answer you gave made me realize you were my life."
"What did I say? What was the question?"
"Think about it."
Shiva pressed a hand to his forehead, trying to remember. Nothing came to mind. "You tell me, Anitha."
"I asked you how you were feeling. Do you remember?"
"Yes, I do."
"And what did you say?"
"I said... I was scared."
"That answer," Anitha said softly, "is what made me board that train with you."
"Oh?"
"Yes, Shiva. Think about it—on what basis could I trust a man enough to stay with him for a month? Your answer told me that you are someone who thinks deeply about everything. It showed me you weigh what is right and what is wrong. That was the exact point where my trust in you was born."
Shiva smiled as she spoke. "You’re something else, Anitha. You’re incredibly smart."
She squeezed his hand tightly. Shiva felt a wave of lightness and pure joy wash over him.
The train pulled into the station.
The Wedding Hall.
Paranthaman and Alamelu were happily welcoming the guests.
"Hey," Alamelu whispered to her husband.
"Yes, Alamu?"
"Looking at Shiva and Anitha talking... it doesn't look like they’ve known each other for just a short time, does it?"
"That’s just your perspective, Alamu. He’s just being his normal self."
"Whatever it is, once the wedding is over, let’s take everyone to Tirupati."
"Alright, Ma."
"And one more thing..."
"Tell me."
"I really, really like Anitha."
Paranthaman looked at Alamelu with pure affection. Nearby, Anitha's father, Palani, was smiling.
"So, what is the mother of the groom saying?" Palani asked warmly.
"His marriage was a huge dream for us," Paranthaman replied. "We are just soaking in this happiness."
"You said it right," Palani agreed. "My daughter is just like your son."
As the traditional Ketti Melam drums reached a crescendo, Shiva tied the Thali around Anitha’s neck. As sacred rice was showered upon them, they looked at each other and smiled.
The Wedding Night.
Shiva stood looking at the moon. Anitha entered the room with a glass of milk. She smiled and knelt to touch his feet in a traditional gesture of respect. Startled, Shiva immediately lifted her up.
"Anitha, what are you doing?"
"Well, you are my husband now, sir," she teased mischievously.
Shiva laughed and pulled her into an embrace. "Anitha."
"Hmm?"
"I've fallen in love with Kerala."
"I know."
"Every time I hold you close... I feel a flicker of anxiety in my heart, wondering if this will last."
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"It's okay."
"Do we have to go back?"
"Yes."
"That’s all? Don't worry. From now on, I’ll happily go wherever you say. Okay?"
"Okay, Pondatti (Wife)."
"Oh, is the 'Sir' in a jolly mood now?"
"Always," Shiva replied.
"Shiva," Anitha said, "From the day we first met and spoke, until the month we spent in Kerala—I’ve written everything down in a diary."
"That’s amazing, Anitha."
"We can read it whenever we want."
"Can we read it now?" Shiva asked eagerly.
Anitha looked at him in mock disbelief. "Now? Tonight?"
"Yes."
"Don't you have anything else planned for tonight?"
"Like... cuddling?"
Anitha laughed.
"We were born for each other, darling," Shiva said, pulling her close. She felt a sense of profound comfort; her heart swelled with happiness.
Elsewhere...
A cigarette smoldered in Vishnu’s hand. He downed a glass of brandy.
He didn't consider a single thing I said. Rascal.
He was drowning his anger toward Shiva in alcohol. His mind drifted back.
On the day of the 'bride-seeing' ceremony, when Anitha told him her condition, he couldn't believe his luck. She wanted to live with a man for a month without being touched, and only marry him if she liked him? She's a total beauty. I’ll just use her for a month and then dump her. If she’s the one suggesting it, why should I care?
Vishnu had spent days fantasizing about her.
He had waited for her at Arakkonam Railway Station. When she arrived, he stood up instantly to welcome her. Internally, he kept telling himself: Act like a good guy. Don't let her get suspicious. She’s going to be a month-long feast.
Anitha had looked at him and smiled. "When did you get here?"
"I’ve been here for an hour already."
"The train isn't for a while."
"I couldn't focus on anything else. My mind was only on this."
"Oh? What’s that book in your hand?"
"Some 'love' rubbish."
"Let me see."
"Here."
"Do you like reading?" she asked.
"God, no. I just bought this to pass the time."
"I see." Anitha looked him in the eye. "Vishnu?"
"Yes?"
"How are you feeling?"
"So happy! Like I’m about to achieve something big."
Anitha stared at him for a moment and handed the book back. "Vishnu, this isn't going to work between us. Let’s say goodbye right now."
Vishnu was stunned. "Why? Why are you saying that?"
"I don't like you. I'm sorry for being so blunt."
"But why? What’s the reason?"
"I could have a thousand reasons, but I don't feel the need to share them with you."
Fury rushed to Vishnu’s head. "Fine! Get lost then!"
Anitha simply smiled. "Thank you for proving so quickly that my decision was right."
As she walked away without a second glance, Vishnu was consumed by rage. Where do you think you're going? I won't let this go. I’ll make sure no one marries you. If I don't ruin your chances, my name isn't Vishnu!
But even after he called Shiva to poison his mind, Shiva had completely ignored him. It drove Vishnu to the brink of frustration.
Nothing left to do now.
He sighed heavily and finished the bottle.
A few years later.
Guruvayur.
Shiva and Anitha were sitting together. In their laps sat their six-month-old son, Kaushik.
As Shiva and Anitha fed him a spoonful of Sakkarai Pongal (sweet pongal), little Kaushik ate it with relish. Paranthaman, Alamelu, and Palani watched the scene with pure joy.
Anitha watched with a full heart as Shiva laughed, playing with their son.
The End
Shiva and Anitha were waiting for their train. They were both quietly retracing the memories of a month that had been incredibly sweet.
"Anitha."
"Hmm?"
"When will you tell me the result?" Shiva asked. Anitha flashed a smile.
"Can I tell you something, Shiva?"
"Go on."
"I decided that you were the one for me the very moment we met at Arakkonam Railway Station."
Shiva looked at her, surprised. "Really?"
"Yes," she smiled.
"But how?"
"My mind was racing, debating whether I should board that train with you or not. Then, I asked you a question. The answer you gave made me realize you were my life."
"What did I say? What was the question?"
"Think about it."
Shiva pressed a hand to his forehead, trying to remember. Nothing came to mind. "You tell me, Anitha."
"I asked you how you were feeling. Do you remember?"
"Yes, I do."
"And what did you say?"
"I said... I was scared."
"That answer," Anitha said softly, "is what made me board that train with you."
"Oh?"
"Yes, Shiva. Think about it—on what basis could I trust a man enough to stay with him for a month? Your answer told me that you are someone who thinks deeply about everything. It showed me you weigh what is right and what is wrong. That was the exact point where my trust in you was born."
Shiva smiled as she spoke. "You’re something else, Anitha. You’re incredibly smart."
She squeezed his hand tightly. Shiva felt a wave of lightness and pure joy wash over him.
The train pulled into the station.
The Wedding Hall.
Paranthaman and Alamelu were happily welcoming the guests.
"Hey," Alamelu whispered to her husband.
"Yes, Alamu?"
"Looking at Shiva and Anitha talking... it doesn't look like they’ve known each other for just a short time, does it?"
"That’s just your perspective, Alamu. He’s just being his normal self."
"Whatever it is, once the wedding is over, let’s take everyone to Tirupati."
"Alright, Ma."
"And one more thing..."
"Tell me."
"I really, really like Anitha."
Paranthaman looked at Alamelu with pure affection. Nearby, Anitha's father, Palani, was smiling.
"So, what is the mother of the groom saying?" Palani asked warmly.
"His marriage was a huge dream for us," Paranthaman replied. "We are just soaking in this happiness."
"You said it right," Palani agreed. "My daughter is just like your son."
As the traditional Ketti Melam drums reached a crescendo, Shiva tied the Thali around Anitha’s neck. As sacred rice was showered upon them, they looked at each other and smiled.
The Wedding Night.
Shiva stood looking at the moon. Anitha entered the room with a glass of milk. She smiled and knelt to touch his feet in a traditional gesture of respect. Startled, Shiva immediately lifted her up.
"Anitha, what are you doing?"
"Well, you are my husband now, sir," she teased mischievously.
Shiva laughed and pulled her into an embrace. "Anitha."
"Hmm?"
"I've fallen in love with Kerala."
"I know."
"Every time I hold you close... I feel a flicker of anxiety in my heart, wondering if this will last."
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"It's okay."
"Do we have to go back?"
"Yes."
"That’s all? Don't worry. From now on, I’ll happily go wherever you say. Okay?"
"Okay, Pondatti (Wife)."
"Oh, is the 'Sir' in a jolly mood now?"
"Always," Shiva replied.
"Shiva," Anitha said, "From the day we first met and spoke, until the month we spent in Kerala—I’ve written everything down in a diary."
"That’s amazing, Anitha."
"We can read it whenever we want."
"Can we read it now?" Shiva asked eagerly.
Anitha looked at him in mock disbelief. "Now? Tonight?"
"Yes."
"Don't you have anything else planned for tonight?"
"Like... cuddling?"
Anitha laughed.
"We were born for each other, darling," Shiva said, pulling her close. She felt a sense of profound comfort; her heart swelled with happiness.
Elsewhere...
A cigarette smoldered in Vishnu’s hand. He downed a glass of brandy.
He didn't consider a single thing I said. Rascal.
He was drowning his anger toward Shiva in alcohol. His mind drifted back.
On the day of the 'bride-seeing' ceremony, when Anitha told him her condition, he couldn't believe his luck. She wanted to live with a man for a month without being touched, and only marry him if she liked him? She's a total beauty. I’ll just use her for a month and then dump her. If she’s the one suggesting it, why should I care?
Vishnu had spent days fantasizing about her.
He had waited for her at Arakkonam Railway Station. When she arrived, he stood up instantly to welcome her. Internally, he kept telling himself: Act like a good guy. Don't let her get suspicious. She’s going to be a month-long feast.
Anitha had looked at him and smiled. "When did you get here?"
"I’ve been here for an hour already."
"The train isn't for a while."
"I couldn't focus on anything else. My mind was only on this."
"Oh? What’s that book in your hand?"
"Some 'love' rubbish."
"Let me see."
"Here."
"Do you like reading?" she asked.
"God, no. I just bought this to pass the time."
"I see." Anitha looked him in the eye. "Vishnu?"
"Yes?"
"How are you feeling?"
"So happy! Like I’m about to achieve something big."
Anitha stared at him for a moment and handed the book back. "Vishnu, this isn't going to work between us. Let’s say goodbye right now."
Vishnu was stunned. "Why? Why are you saying that?"
"I don't like you. I'm sorry for being so blunt."
"But why? What’s the reason?"
"I could have a thousand reasons, but I don't feel the need to share them with you."
Fury rushed to Vishnu’s head. "Fine! Get lost then!"
Anitha simply smiled. "Thank you for proving so quickly that my decision was right."
As she walked away without a second glance, Vishnu was consumed by rage. Where do you think you're going? I won't let this go. I’ll make sure no one marries you. If I don't ruin your chances, my name isn't Vishnu!
But even after he called Shiva to poison his mind, Shiva had completely ignored him. It drove Vishnu to the brink of frustration.
Nothing left to do now.
He sighed heavily and finished the bottle.
A few years later.
Guruvayur.
Shiva and Anitha were sitting together. In their laps sat their six-month-old son, Kaushik.
As Shiva and Anitha fed him a spoonful of Sakkarai Pongal (sweet pongal), little Kaushik ate it with relish. Paranthaman, Alamelu, and Palani watched the scene with pure joy.
Anitha watched with a full heart as Shiva laughed, playing with their son.
The End
Author: gavudham
Article Title: I'm born just to love you đź’— Final
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Article Title: I'm born just to love you đź’— Final
Source URL: Gk Tamil Novels-https://gktamilnovels.com
Quote & Share Rules: Short quotations can be made from the article provided that the source is included, but the entire article cannot be copied to another site or published elsewhere without permission of the author.