Translated romance fiction: As their enmity turns to love, Ram and Anandhi face impossible choices

“What is she doing here?” Ram exclaimed in shock at the sight of the receptionist perched atop the house.

“Don’t you dare ask me about that Moodevi,” Reshma retorted, nudging the gate open with the front of her scooter and riding inside.

Vetri followed Reshma, parking his bike in the long car shed in front of the house. An old green Premier Padmini stood inside, next to the receptionist’s garlanded Luna.

Though both Vetri and Reshma rode over the kolam, Ram managed to enter without stepping on it. His gaze drifted back to the receptionist standing on the terrace.

“Paatti, start that motor!” she shouted from above.

“Yeah, I am turning on the switch,” a woman’s voice responded from inside the house.

“That’s enough. Now turn off the motor and turn on the tap.”

“Okay, done.” With that, an elderly woman pulled back the curtain of the door, stepped outside and turned on the tap in the washbasin in the sit-out area.

Brownish water flowed through the tap.

“Oh, my little sweetie pie,” Vetri called out teasingly when he saw the old lady.

Ram observed her closely. Her hair was cut short to her shoulders, resembling a little schoolgirl’s hairstyle. It was entirely white; whiter than any hair he had seen…

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