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The shooting schedule continued at a relentless pace.
By now, the Adhavan team had practically stopped living normal lives.
Flights. Hotels.
Costu trials for the songs.
Dance rehearsals and adding new moves.
Early morning call sheets.
The entire crew moved like a traveling circus powered entirely by coffee and stress.
After South Africa, the next schedule brought them to the mist-covered hills of Darjeeling in West Bengal.
Compared to the wild energy of Maasi Maasi, this schedule carried a softer romantic atmosphere.
Cold breeze drifted through tea estates while clouds rolled lazily across the mountain roads.
The song being fild this ti was:
Hasili Fisiliye
The choreography for this schedule was handled by Dance master Gayathri Raguram.
Unlike Shobi master's aggressive energy-based choreography, Gayathri focused more on:
natural interaction, playful body language, and effortless romantic flow.
Which surprisingly suited Karuppu extrely well.
Mostly because half the ti he simply behaved naturally.
The crew had already started noticing sothing amusing during shoots.
Whenever caras rolled…
Karuppu beca smoother.
More expressive during the face up shots.
Almost instinctive like he knew when the cara zooms.
But the mont "cut" was called…
He imdiately returned to shaless nonsense.
One afternoon during rehearsal, Gayathri finally sighed helplessly after watching him improvise a tiny movent with Nayanthara while both were sharing a smile.
-Sigh!
"You're dangerous for wons."
Karuppu blinked innocently.
-Blink!
"What did I do now?"
"You flirt even inside choreography."
Nayanthara imdiately burst out laughing nearby.
"-Hahaha!!!"
Karuppu proudly placed a hand on his chest.
"Artistic dedication for his craft."
"Shut up and stand on mark."
The Darjeeling schedule wrapped beautifully over the next several days.
Three songs out of six had now been completed.
And for the first ti in 30 days…
The production announced a one-week break before resuming major story sequences.
The entire crew looked emotionally relieved hearing it.
Even assistant directors nearly celebrated like prisoners receiving parole.
anwhile…
Back in Chennai.
The atmosphere inside the Sivakumar household felt unusually tense.
The evening sky outside had darkened while silence filled the hall heavily.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Sivakumar sat quietly on the couch.
His normally neat white shirt now carried patches of dirt and mud.
One sleeve had slightly torn near the elbow.
A faint bruise had ford near his forearm.
Lakshmi sat nearby looking visibly upset while Brinda brought first-aid supplies silently.
Earlier that day,
Sivakumar had joined several social workers and activists from his circle for a protest.
Their issue was simple.
A newly opened bar had been established dangerously close to a school area.
Parents and local residents had opposed it repeatedly.
But the managent ignored complaints.
So the protest happened.
At first it remained peaceful.
Discussions between two sides.
Which turned to Argunts.
dia presence might arrive at any mont.
But eventually tempers rose.
One of the n associated with the bar shoved Sivakumar during the heated exchange.
He lost balance and fell hard onto the muddy roadside.
That single mont nearly turned the entire protest into a full-scale fight.
Only the intervention of others prevented things from becoming violent.
Now…
The humiliation bothered Sivakumar more than the injury itself.
He sat silently staring at the floor while Lakshmi cleaned the dirt from his sleeve.
Brinda anwhile quickly picked up the landline phone.
"I'll call anna1—"
Imdiately Sivakumar looked up sharply.
"No."
Brinda paused half way hearing her father words.
"But appa—"
"Don't tell Karuppu."
His voice beca firm instantly.
The room quietened.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Lakshmi sighed because she understood imdiately.
If Karuppu learned soone had physically shoved Sivakumar publicly…
The situation would absolutely beco worse.
Much worse.
"We'll handle it legally,"
Sivakumar continued calmly despite visible anger beneath his tone.
"No unnecessary problems."
Brinda reluctantly lowered the phone.
Still unconvinced but she decided to still call her other brothers.
anwhile Lakshmi muttered bitterly while applying ointnt near his arm.
"All this for trying to do good things."
Sivakumar exhaled quietly.
-Sigh!
"It's not new."
But the irritation still lingered in his eyes.
Not because he got pushed. But because of the disrespect.
The helplessness his old age is catching up. If it's old him the one who will be on the ground will be not him.
And sowhere deep inside…
He already knew the answer and outco for what.
If Karuppu discovered this on his own…
The boy would not stay silent.
The atmosphere inside the house only beca heavier as the evening progressed.
About half an hour later,
The front door suddenly opened.
Karthi walked in first, still wearing clothes from a comrcial advertisent shoot.
The mont he entered the hall and saw Sivakumar sitting there with dirt stains still visible on his clothes…
His expression changed instantly.
"Appa?1"
Behind him, Suriya and Jothika entered carrying shopping bags from wedding preparations.
Their relaxed expressions disappeared almost imdiately too.
"What happened?"
Suriya asked sharply.
Brinda quickly explained everything.
The protest against bar near the school.
The argunt which happened. The push from the ns at bar. The fall of their father.
The mont she finished speaking, both brothers looked visibly angry.
Karthi stood up imdiately.
"Who pushed you?"
Suriya's face had darkened completely.
"Which bar? Appa1 we will go there imdiately.."
Lakshmi already knew this reaction was coming.
But before either son could say anything further—Sivakumar's voice cut through the hall firmly.
"Sit down."
The tone alone made both stop.
"We're handling it legally,"
He continued calmly.
His eyes moved between the two.
"A case has already been registered at the police station."
Karthi still looked furious.
"But appa1—"
"No."
Sivakumar's voice hardened.
"We are not rowdies1."
Silence filled the room.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then ca the final warning.
"And most importantly…"
His gaze sharpened dangerously.
"Don't tell Karuppu."
That made Jothika blink in confusion.
-Blink!
Until now she had remained mostly silent observing the family.
But this reaction genuinely puzzled her.
She looked toward Suriya carefully.
"Why? Why specifically him?"
For a second—Nobody answered.
Then suddenly Karthi let out a helpless sigh and leaned back against the sofa.
-Sigh!
"Anni1…"
He rubbed his forehead tiredly.
"There's a reason."
Then slowly—He began explaining.
Two Years Earlier…
One morning, Sivakumar had been driving Karuppu to school personally.
Like usual, the roads were crowded with Chennai traffic, auto horns, and impatient bikers acting like road rules were optional suggestions.
During the drive,
Sivakumar suddenly noticed a familiar face working inside a chanic shop near the roadside.
Imdiately he slowed the car.
Because he recognized the boy.
Just months earlier,
Sivakumar himself had publicly gifted him educational support for scoring excellent marks in school.
The boy had been extrely bright.
The kind teachers spoke proudly about.
Yet now… Instead of attending higher studies…
He stood there repairing bikes with grease-covered hands.
Sivakumar parked the car imdiately and walked toward him.
"...."
The boy froze seeing him.
"What happened? Kid"
Sivakumar asked gently.
"Why are you here?"
The boy tried avoiding the topic initially.
But eventually—He broke down crying.
-Sob! -Sob!
Karuppu still rembered the scene clearly.
The boy explained how his parents had fallen into debt through local loan sharks.
Interest upon interest. Threats. Harassnt.
Eventually the family collapsed financially.
He had been forced to quit studies and work to help repay everything.
Sivakumar listened quietly.
"...."
Then without hesitation—He helped financially.
Enough to pull the family out safely.
The boy cried while thanking him repeatedly.
Afterward, Sivakumar simply returned to the car and continued dropping Karuppu at school.
The entire ride afterward remained strangely quiet.
"...."
"...."
Karuppu mostly stared outside the window silently.
At the ti, Sivakumar thought nothing of it.
As the day went on normal...
Until the next day...
News spread across the area early in the morning.
The local loan shark had been admitted to the hospital.
Both arms broken.
One leg fractured.
Several ribs cracked.
The beating had been so brutal that the man later fled the state entirely after recovering.
No one officially knew who attacked him.
But…
Sivakumar rembered one particular detail.
That sa night after returning ho, he had noticed a tiny drop of dried blood on Karuppu's school shirt sleeve.
Not enough for certainty.
But enough for suspicion.
And when Sivakumar casually questioned him later—Karuppu simply smiled while eating dinner and replied.
"So people learn only after practical classes. Who knows sobody would have opened his eyes."
Back in the present…
The hall had gone completely silent after Karthi finished explaining.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Even Jothika stared blankly for a mont.
Then slowly turned toward Sivakumar.
"You really think he did it?"
Sivakumar sighed deeply.
-Sigh!
"I don't know."
A pause as he collected his thought.
"But I know my son."
He rubbed his forehead tiredly.
"If Karuppu sees injustice happening to soone he cares about or soone he decided to help…"
Another pause.
"…he stops thinking properly."
The room quietened again.
Lakshmi looked worried now.
Suriya leaned back silently.
Even Karthi's anger had reduced slightly.
Because they all knew one thing clearly.
Karuppu loved his family fiercely. Too fiercely sotis.
And if he discovered soone had publicly pushed Sivakumar to the ground…
Then legal cases would beco the least of everyone's problems.
The tense silence inside the Sivakumar household lasted only for a few more minutes.
Then—
-HONK.
The sound of a car horn echoed from outside the gate.
Instantly, everyone in the hall looked toward the entrance almost unconsciously.
The car that had gone to pick up Karuppu from the airport had finally returned.
Because of the one-week shooting break, he had flown back from Darjeeling that morning.
And imdiately…
The mood inside the house beca even stranger.
Lakshmi subtly straightened herself.
Brinda lowered the phone she had been holding.
Karthi silently exchanged a glance with Suriya.
anwhile Sivakumar simply picked up the newspaper again pretending nothing had happened.
The gate opened.
A few seconds later, footsteps entered the house.
Karuppu walked in casually carrying a backpack over one shoulder while headphones hung loosely around his neck.
Travel fatigue showed slightly on his face, but the mont he stepped into the hall…
He imdiately sensed sothing.
The atmosphere felt wrong.
Too quiet. Too controlled.
"...."
Like everyone was trying very hard to act normal.
His eyes slowly moved across the room once.
Lakshmi forcing a smile.
Karthi unusually silent.
"...."
Suriya avoiding eye contact briefly.
Even Jothika looked slightly tense.
Karuppu narrowed his eyes slightly. Then internally shrugged.
'Family drama again probably.'
Without asking anything imdiately, he walked further inside.
The mont he noticed Jothika sitting there, his expression brightened instantly.
"Hi, anni!1"
Jothika smiled despite herself.
"You ca finally."
Karuppu dramatically placed a hand over his heart.
"I traveled through mountains and clouds to reach this house."
"You ca in economy class, not war."
"Pain is pain."
Suriya rolled his eyes instantly.
anwhile Lakshmi finally stood up and walked toward him.
The mont she hugged him, Karuppu imdiately relaxed slightly.
No matter how much he joked around…
His mother's embrace always grounded him.
"You lost weight,"
Lakshmi complained imdiately.
"Iceland climate."
"You're not in Iceland now."
"True. Chennai itself feels like frying pan."
That finally earned small laughter from the room and slightly eased the atmosphere.
After freshening up and changing clothes, Karuppu eventually joined everyone at the dining table for lunch.
The familiar sll of homade food instantly improved his mood.
For several minutes, conversation stayed light.
Mostly involving Karuppu complaining dramatically about:
terrible hotel food, freezing climates, assistant directors with no sleep, and Vadivelu nearly dying during action scenes because of cold weather.
Even Sivakumar slowly relaxed while listening.
"...."
Then—
While reaching for sambar, Karuppu suddenly noticed sothing.
A small bandage near Sivakumar's forehead.
His hand paused slightly.
"What happened? Appa.1"
The dining table quietened for a fraction of a second.
Tiny. Almost invisible.
But Karuppu noticed it instantly.
"...."
Sivakumar answered casually without missing a beat.
"Slipped in the bathroom."
Karuppu looked at him for two seconds. Then nodded normally.
-Nod!
"Hm."
And continued eating.
The others silently relaxed.
anwhile Karuppu suddenly turned toward Brinda instead.
"Also…"
He looked at her plate dramatically.
"You should control your diet."
Brinda blinked caught off guard.
"What?"
"At this speed…"
He pointed seriously.
"…you'll beco balloon."
Brinda imdiately slamd her spoon down.
"Excuse ?!"
Karuppu nodded wisely.
-Nod!
"As your loving brother, I'm giving health advice."
"You're eating your fourth dosa!"
"That's muscle-building."
"That's hypocrisy!"
Soon both siblings started bickering loudly across the table.
Lakshmi scolded both.
Karthi laughed openly.
Even Jothika started smiling again.
For several minutes, the heavy atmosphere disappeared beneath familiar family chaos.
But quietly…
While pretending to argue with Brinda…
Karuppu's eyes drifted once more toward Sivakumar's bandage.
Then toward the tiny bruise near his wrist.
And this ti—His gaze lingered slightly longer.
Because one thing Karuppu understood very well growing up in this house:
He never lied convincingly.
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