Un Vizhigalil ❤ [On Going]

Part 37

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No one's pov:

Y/n moved through the house in silence, her presence barely noticeable. Her usual warmth and vibrance were absent, replaced by a distant coldness. She only spoke when absolutely necessary, her voice low and restrained. Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, told the story of a sleepless night, but she made no effort to explain herself. Lakshmi, watched her carefully, her heart heavy with worry.

Lakshmi: Ava ippola seriya sapda maatuka, meals-a skip panra!!......etho seri illa...

Lakshmi whispered, her eyes following Y/n as she went to the kitchen.

Ravi sighed, folding his newspaper.

Ravi: unn magan dha seri illa......don't blame my daughter....

Lakshmi frowned upon hearing Ravi's comment

Lakshmi: Na Y/n va blame la panale........just look at her.....she is not herself.....and edukk ippo Ani mela kovama irrukinga.......we don't even know what problem is going between them.....then how can you straightly blame Ani???

Ravi: Seri appo Ani enga??? Ave vittuku vantu retu naal acchu?? Naanum notice panitu dha irruke, usual-a ave appdi ethavathu work vantalum Y/n kita inform panuva, but he is behaving like irresponsible person !!!

Lakshmi: Ave busy-a irrupano enavo??? And ave inform panana illaya-n unagaluk eppdi teriyum?? Did you ask her??

Ravi: yes, and my daughter lied even in such situation, so that we don't blame him.........

Lakshmi: oru nimisham!!......are you thinking that I am blaming Y/n??????......you think that I am supporting Ani???

Ravi: Laks----

Lakshmi: Irrunga.....Let me speak.........na Ani ku support la panala......I am just telling you not to blame him instead of knowing what's going on between them.....that's what I want to tell you nothing else....

The atmosphere in the house felt strained, the unspoken tension pressing down on everyone. Y/n's robotic routine, her absence at meals, and her uncharacteristic silence had alarmed both the elders. Yet, she kept pushing herself, doing chores, and handling the household, almost as if she was trying to distract herself from something much deeper. .
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It was well past midnight, and the hospital buzzed with its usual sense of urgency. Y/n, though physically present, felt a strange detachment from the chaos around her. She moved swiftly through the emergency department, her mind numb but her hands steady.

She had just finished assisting in a delicate surgery, the tense atmosphere in the operating room weighing heavily on her. The case had been critical, requiring her full attention, but even in the intensity of the procedure couldn't distract her from the turmoil inside her. As she cleaned up and stepped out of the operating room, her phone buzzed with notifications, but she ignored them, not wanting to face anyone outside work.