devil love's angel

In the city of Chennai, while everyone was peacefully asleep at midnight, a young woman in a red dress was running terrified down the dark middle of the road. Her face itself revealed she was trapped in a serious problem. The pain of betrayal by the very person she had trusted was written clearly on her face, along with the fear of somehow having to save her own life. She kept running on the deserted road. Since it was around two o’clock at night, there wasn’t much human movement—it was a lonely stretch like a forest path. Suddenly, the loud roar of cars shook the silence and pierced her ears. Thinking she should somehow run and hide, she panicked when three cars began to circle around her. Overcome with fear, she closed her eyes tightly, her heart crying, “Why has this dreadful moment come into my life? This is all because of you alone!” Her own mind blamed her for the situation. The cars stopped one after another. From the middle car stepped out a man—six feet tall, with a well-built body, six-pack abs that revealed his discipline in the gym. His white shirt and black coat made him look stunningly handsome. He brushed his hair back with one hand and, with each firm step, walked toward the girl. Without hesitation, he lifted her in his strong arms. The frightened girl, realizing someone was carrying her, slightly opened her eyes. Shocked, she whispered, trembling, “Aditya sir… is it you?” Her words stumbled, and her eyes widened in disbelief. “What, Doctor madam, I hope you haven’t forgotten me,” he said in his deep, commanding voice. Her mind fell into deeper confusion—How did he get here? What’s happening around me? Now, shall we look at a small flashback to know who she is, why she was running in the middle of the road, and whom she feared? --- One month earlier At the entrance of a large house hung a board that read Rajasekhar. It was indeed a grand, comfortable house. Inside, in the central hall, sat Rajasekhar, with his younger brothers Ravichandran and Raghavaran beside him. The three of them were shareholders of the “RJ Company,” which had been built by their late father Rajendran and his beloved wife Nagavalli. Rajendran and Nagavalli had married for love. As a gift of that love, they had three sons and one daughter: the eldest Rajasekhar, then Ravichandran, followed by Raghavaran, and the youngest, their only daughter, Manogari. It was Rajasekhar who took the company his parents created and raised it to even greater heights. This was indeed a big family. So let’s get to know each member one by one, shall we? In the kitchen, the daughters-in-law of the house were bustling with morning cooking. The eldest daughter-in-law, Parvathi, was gentle and kind-hearted, though a bit naive. The second, Subhadra, was also soft-natured but talkative—she often blurted things at the wrong time, unintentionally offending others. The youngest, Lakshmi, was affectionate, intelligent, and had the wisdom to know what to do when, though she always placed family bonds above everything. Though different in temperament, the three daughters-in-law lived more like close friends than sisters-in-law, which often made others jealous. “Parvathi akka, look at your daughter. She’s so responsible—already handling the business at such a young age! While we’re all just managing one meal here, she takes care of everything with perfection. So many rules and discipline, huh!” Subhadra grumbled. “What can I do? Each child is different. The eldest thinks she knows everything, but she’s still childish. The middle one is clear-headed and clever, knows exactly what to do—but won’t act. Why? Because she values relationships above all. She’d even give her life for the family,” Subhadra continued. Lakshmi interrupted with a laugh, “Enough, enough, you two! Don’t keep finding faults with the children. They are our own after all. Come, let’s weigh the kids and see how much they’ve grown.” The three laughed together as they returned to cooking. Just then, as expected, Rajasekhar’s and Parvathi’s eldest daughter Narmatha descended the stairs. Dressed perfectly for office, her neatly styled hair gleaming, she greeted her father and uncles with a bright “Good morning” and sat beside them. Seeing her brought immense pride to the elders. Narmatha handled all business matters with precision and clarity, enabling her father and uncles to relax at home. “Appa, I’ve completed the meetings you asked me to. I’ve also placed all your prepared documents in your cabins. You just need to review and sign them,” she reported. Soon, the family’s younger children—Karthik and Dheeren—entered, calling for coffee. But the moment they saw Narmatha, they grew nervous. In this house, they feared no one as much as her. Yet, there was one person who could easily outwit even Narmatha—her youngest sister, Sangamithra. As if on cue, Kavi and Sathvik came down arguing loudly, only to quieten the moment they noticed Narmatha. Their grandmother Parvathi served coffee to all, and the family sat together for breakfast. --- Meanwhile, upstairs, Sangamithra—the heroine of our story—was still fast asleep, having snoozed all her alarms. Lazily opening her eyes, she checked the clock: it was already 8:30! Shocked, she exclaimed, “Oh no, I have to be at the hospital by 9!” Rushing into the bathroom, she bathed and dressed hurriedly. She barely had time to braid her long hair, tied a small bindi on her forehead, grabbed her doctor’s coat and stethoscope, and was ready in minutes. Yes—Sangamithra, recently graduated, had been working for three months as an assistant to a chief doctor. Hurrying downstairs toward the dining table, she was met by her sister’s scolding voice: “Sangamithra! Is this the time to wake up? Don’t you remember you have to be at the hospital? You’re always late!” Narmatha reprimanded, as usual. But Sangamithra, unfazed, kissed her sister on the cheek and replied playfully, “Akka, don’t you know me? I had a night shift yesterday, so I overslept!” Narmatha’s anger softened at once. “Fine, fine, eat quickly and go carefully,” she said. Rajasekhar added his own rebuke: “This is why I told you to join the family business instead of medical school! Night shifts, late mornings—see the trouble?” But Sangamithra, always stubborn, had chosen medicine and become a doctor. If she wanted something, she would pursue it at any cost. Pouting, she pleaded innocently, “Appa, why scold me unnecessarily?” Her uncles defended her. “Brother, she has brought honor to our family by becoming a doctor. Why complain? Leave her be,” they said. “Yes, yes, let her go safely. That’s all that matters,” Rajasekhar finally relented. Sangamithra laughed, teased her cousins, hugged her three aunts affectionately, then sat to eat in haste. Soon after, she rushed off to the hospital