Raju stared at the girl in shock, his eyes wide.

You spat, directing it near his shoe. "Don't you know how to drive?! Dimaag nahi hai kya?!"

He blinked, snapping out of his trance. "Loosu," he muttered under his breath, but you heard it.

"Oho, tamil-a?" You paused, staring at him head to toe. "Kannu enna pinnaadiya iruku ungaluku?! Arivu-kettavanae!" ("Are your eyes on the back of your head?! Idiot!")

You whipped around, getting onto your scooty before driving off. Raju's eyes were fixated on you until you disappeared.

His men were talking about how he should've argued back, but Raju didn't pay attention to that.

"Loosu ponnu," he kept on repeating.

Chandru noticed how Raju would often be distracted during important meetings. That's when Chandru got to know from their men that Raju got insulted by a girl for the first time in his life.

Raju glared at Chandru who had been laughing for the past five minutes. "It's not funny."

"It kind of is, Raju," Chandru said, clutching his stomach before laughing again.

Raju smacked the back of Chandru's head, a soft smile tugging at his lips despite himself.

He couldn't stop thinking about her for the whole night.

Raju got notified by his men that their rival gang members were in their area and disrupting it, and as soon as he heard it, he went to check it out.

That's when he saw you, arguing with a few men.

Not just any men, his rival gang members.

He was about to intervene until you slapped one of the guys, and damn was that slap hard.

"Tu meri behen ko chhedega? Tujhe pata hai main kaun hoon?! Tu Thanjavur jaanta hai? Wahaan jaake poochon, ki Selvaraj ki beti kaun hai. Tab jaanega tu." ("You'll grope my sister? Do you know who I am?! Have you heard of Thanjavur? Go ask there, ask who is Selvaraj's daughter. Then you'll get to know who I am.")

You shouted at the man. Just as you were about to turn and leave with your sister, the man grabbed your hair and pulled you back.

Thud!

The guy fell to the ground, Raju standing over him. You stared at Raju in shock as he continued beating up the other men.

After he was done, he straightened his jacket, dusting it off before turning around to face you. "Unaku enna loosu-di?" ("Are you crazy, girl?")

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest,

He ignored your reaction, continuing, "Indha maadri local rowdy-nga-kitta vambu vacha enna aagum-nu arivu irukka unaku?!" ("Do you have the brains to know what will happen if you pick fights with local rowdies like him?!")

You raised your hand, pointing it at him. "Dei! Poda! Ennai paarthukka enaku nallaavae theriyum!" ("Hey! Get lost! I know how to take care of myself!")

Raju clenched his jaw, his eyes flickering toward your younger sister who was hiding behind you. "Unakku-thaan bayam-illai, at least un thangachiyai-yaavadhu ippadi aabathula maatta vaikkama iru-di." ("You clearly don't have fear, at least don't get your younger sister into such trouble.")

Raju turned to leave, but you exclaimed, "Un peru enna?!" ("What's your name?!")

Raju tried not to smile. He looked over his shoulder. "Raju."

Over time, you and Raju began meeting coincidentally. One day, Raju tried making a move by approaching you at the mall.

He wasn't standing straight, he kept on shifting his weight from one foot to another, and as soon as he made eye contact with you, words didn't feel like leaving his mouth.

He stammered, "Uhm... Ennaku... Uh..."

You hid your smirk, analyzing his body language. "Konjam confidence-ah varavachukko-pa, nee Andheri Raja-nu la nenachaen?" ("Gain some confidence man, I thought you were the Andheri Raja?")

Raju swore under his breath, making you chuckle. "Just act like yourself, and you might just sweep me off of my feet," you said, giving him a smile before walking away.

Chandru felt like laughing hard as he helped Raju climb up the wall, just to get into your balcony.

Once Raju got in, Chandru gave him a thumbs up before going to wait in the car. Raju knocked on your balcony door, and as soon as you saw who it was, you gasped, and pulled him inside, making sure nobody outside saw him.

You turned, demanding an explanation. "What are you doing?! What if someone had saw you?!"

He didn't care, instead, he pulled you into his arms, holding you by your waist. You exhaled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "What do I do with you?"

He shrugged. All he cared was being around you. His eyes met yours, and the tension was palpable.

You thought Raju would kiss you. He didn't. He was too scared. So you pecked him on the lips before pulling back, smiling at him.

His mouth was agape, and he was baffled. Then, he leaned down and captured your lips in a deeper kiss, his hands coming up to cup your face as his tongue slid into your mouth.

Your hands explored his torso as they snaked up inside his shirt. You felt his abs beneath your palms, and he let out a groan.

He pulled back, resting his forehead against yours. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

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Not just because it's animalistic — but because in this position he doesn't have to look at you. Easier to pretend you're nothing when he can't see your face. He can watch the way your spine dips under his palm, the way he sinks into you with a loud — squelch!— of your puffy cunt.

He's got you bent over the wooden table of his warehouse, his bloodied butcher knife right beside your trembling hands that clutched the edges desperately.

"Look at you.." His voice came out as a heated growl, his pupils blown out wide as his gaze landed on your slick coated folds — you're always slick for him, traitor body that it is. He splits you open slow, watches the way your pussy grips him like it's trying to keep him there. Pink and swollen and stretched around his width. He watches himself disappear into you, watches the ring of wetness coat his shaft when he pulls back out.

"Fuckin' soaked down here.. will never ever get enough of this shit — fuck —.."

He sets a rhythm that's all his. Deep and deliberate, the kind of fucking that means something. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise. He pulls out again, until only the tip catches on your entrance, then slams back in.

He watches his cock slide in and out of you, glistening now, your slick mixed with his own cum, coating his thighs. A low growl escaped his lips on how good you look like this — on your elbows, ass up, taking everything he gives you.

how he could do this for hours and how he has.

And then he grips your throat from behind, pulls your back against his chest, and he reaches around, fingers finding where you're stretched around him, rubbing tight circles over your swollen clit to pull that orgasm from you again.

"Unna ipidiyey vechukuren.. love seein' you fall apart on my cock..'

And he bites down on your hickey littered neck with a muffled growl mixed with a groan, just as he comes again, filling you up once more.

Yeah.. he's never forgetting this position anytime soon.

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(You seem to have a lot of devotion towards him)

The deep, familiar timbre rolled through, warm enough to make your shoulders loosen before you even turned. A tiny frown tugged at your lips as you looked over your shoulder, only to find Him already watching you.

Saravanan stood a few feet away, dressed in his usual white lawyer shirt whose sleeves were lazily folded to his forearms. His his eyes that always undid you raked over you currently. Dark. Intense.

Ancient somehow.

One eyebrow lifted ever so slightly, amusement dancing beneath heavy lids.

You mirrored the expression with one of your own.

"Yen sir? Ungaluku illaya?"

(Why? Don't you?)

A breathy chuckle escaped him.

"Apdi illa..." he drawled, shoving one hand into his pocket as he strolled closer. "Neenga adikadi court-ku vandha inga varinga... illa na avaroda koil-ku poringa... padayal panringa... kula deivam naala ya?"

(It's not that... Every time you come to court, you either end up here or at his temple. You even bring offerings. Is he your family deity?)

You didn't answer immediately.

Your folded hands remained pressed together before the towering idol of Vettai Karuppasami. Only one eyebrow arched higher as you slowly turned your head towards him.

"...Idhellam unnaku epdi theriyum?"

(How do you know all this?)

He froze.

Oh heavens.

His expression froze, the teasing glint disappearing almost instantly. His eyes widened just enough to betray surprise before His lips parted.

Did He really blurt that out loud? He almost had to close His eyes in embarrassment.

Damn.

Two people knew who he was already. Baby Kannan already knew. Challenged him even. Preethi knew.

But you...

No.

Not you.

Not yet.

"Preethi sonna."

(Preethi told me.)

the excuse left Him quicker than He'd intended.

He cleared his throat, fingers absentmindedly straightening the collar of his shirt despite it sitting perfectly against His neck. His gaze slid away for a brief second before returning to you with practiced ease.

You frowned. "Pree..." The name lingered unfinished on your tongue. Yet after a moment, you simply shook your head and turned back toward the deity instead.

He exhaled so quietly it almost disappeared beneath the rustling neem leaves above the statue. Your voice, when it came again, was softer, almost reverent and His attention drifted back to you.

"Kula deivam nu mattum illa..." Your eyes rested on the feet of the deity where the offerings lay neatly arranged.

A folded betel leaf.

A bottle of arrack.

Beedi.

Everything He loved.

Everything He accepted.

"Avara kumbuduna..." Your fingers unconsciously tightened together. "Oru paadhugaapu irukura maari irukkum... edhu vena modhi paakalaam nu oru dhairyam varum... en nizhala pakkathula irupparu nu oru nambikkai."

(When I pray to him… it feels like I'm protected. Like I could face anything. Like… no matter where I go… I have this confidence that he'll always walk beside as my shadow.)

As though your words themselves had summoned Him, your gaze drifted to the stone floor where an impossible shadow stretched behind you—broad shoulders, one hand resting on a hip, mid length hair stirring in a breeze that did not exist, the silhouette of flowing cloth shifting against the ground. No one stood there. Yet it lingered for a heartbeat before vanishing, leaving only a strange warmth blooming quietly inside your chest.

Delusional.

...yet comforting.

The corners of your lips softened before you crouched down, collecting a pinch of cool vibuthi between your fingers. You pressed it gently onto your forehead before dipping your ring finger into the sacred ash once again.

When you turned around, Saravanan was already looking at you. Not playfully. Not curiously. Simply… looking. His eyes met yours with such unwavering steadiness that your footsteps slowed on their own. There was something almost magnetic about His gaze, something that held yours without force, as though He already knew you wouldn't look away.

As you walked closer, His eyes softened, the usual sharpness melting into quiet affection that lingered over every feature of your face. His gaze dipped briefly to the streak of sacred ash adorning your forehead before returning to your eyes, where it remained impossibly gentle.

You stopped only a breath away from Him. He didn't step back. Instead, he inclined his head ever so slightly, silently inviting your touch. Your fingers brushed his forehead, leaving a streak of cool white vibuthi against warm skin, and for a fleeting moment your fingertips lingered there.

His lashes fluttered only after your hand withdrew, yet His gaze refused to leave yours, holding onto your eyes as though they alone deserved His full attention. Rising onto your toes, you leaned close enough for your breath to graze His skin as you gently blew away the excess powder.

The distance between your faces became so small you could see the amber temple flames reflected in His pupils.

And for the briefest second, they looked less like a man's eyes and more like something ancient watching you with quiet, unwavering devotion.

"Unnaku sonna puriyadhu..."

(You won't understand.)

you murmured before adding, "Oru thadava vendi paaru... nalla balan kedaikkum."

(Pray just once… You'll receive good blessings)

Then, without another glance, you turned and walked away. He watched until your figure disappeared beyond the temple entrance, a fond smile slowly finding its way onto his lips. Only after you were gone did He turn towards the deity standing before Him—His own form cast in stone. His gaze dropped to the offerings at the idol's feet, lingering on the beedi you had left with such innocent faith.

A quiet chuckle escaped Him as He bent to pick it up, rolling it between His fingers before it lit itself with nothing more than a faint flick of his eye. Smoke curled lazily from his lips as he took a slow drag,His eyes never leaving the path you had taken.

If only you knew; should the world ever dare reach for you, it would have to go through its own lord first.

Maybe the mortal world wouldn't be just about defeating baby kannan after all..

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"Ivana maadri oru uruppadha-vana nambunom paaru! Namala sollanum di!" ("Look at how we trusted a useless guy like him! It's our fault girl!")

You stopped kneading the dough, clenching your jaw as you heard some random old woman complaining to Maaran's mother.

You tucked the end of the pallu inside the waist part of your saree before making your way out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

The old woman immediately quietened as you walked in. You gave her a stern glance before briefly looking at Maaran, who was standing by the balcony above the small indoor courtyard.

"Ponga." ("Get out.")

The old woman frowned, getting pissed. "Ennadhu? Naan yaen poganum?" ("What? Why should I leave?")

Maaran turned around, his jaw tight. He was about to interrupt the conversation but you spoke before he could.

"Kilavi! En purushana kaekka nee yaaru-di?!" ("Old hag! Who are you to question my husband?!")

You exclaimed, questioning with your hand.

"Mariyadhaiya indha veetta vittu veliya poyidu... Illa naanae unna kazhuthai pidichu velila thalliruvaen!" ("Leave this house right now... Or else I'll grab you by the neck and throw you out!")

The old woman muttered something under her breath before leaving. Maaran's mother on the other hand seemed pretty impressed and proud of the way you defended her son.

Once all of them left, you were about to make your way back into the kitchen when Maaran grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his arms, staring down at you as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You maintained a passive expression, but a small smirk tugged at his lips. You raised your eyebrows, and he shrugged.

"Yen ponnu..." He muttered softly, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He massaged your curves gently, pinching your waist. You arched your back.

"Maara!" You playfully scolded. He hummed, before nipping your earlobe.

"Chi!" You gently shoved his face away with a grin. He was off guard, and let go of you. You took the opportunity and ran downstairs.

"Catch me if you can!" You shouted. Maaran scoffed in disbelief before a wide smile appeared on his face. He ran after you.

You walked into the courtyard, looking up at the sky as it began raining. Maaran pulled you into his arms again before spinning you around.

He pinned you against a pillar, the two of you getting drenched in the downpour. He began leaving sloppy kisses down your neck until his lips found yours.

Things got heated and soon the two of you were in bed, limbs entangled. His head rested on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat.

He was lost in thought. He thought about how the people of his village trusted him with their money, but he failed. All because of that asshole Paresh Goswami.

Then he remembered that you were here, by his side. When no one else was.

You had a stable job as a teacher in a nearby school. He felt guilty for living off of your money.

Almost like you read his mind, you said, "En panam un panam, un panam en panam... Adhaan nijam. Adhanaala, nee en kaasula-dhaan vaazhurae-nu manasukulla pottu edhaiyum kuzhappikadha, sariya?" ("My money is your money, your money is my money... That's the truth. So, don't think that you're living off of my money, alright?")

You stroked his hair gently. At your words, Maaran hugged you tighter, burying his face into your chest.

"Ennai vittuttu poyidadha di... Please." ("Don't leave me, di... Please.")

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Naan unnai eppavum vittuttu pogamaattaen, Maara..." ("I'll never leave you, Maara...")

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