I was feeling very bad after hearing my mother's words and guests'insults. I have no one to support me except for my dad.

My dad never forced me to lose weight or body shamed me. He always supported me unlike my mom.

I was taken aback. The trauma which I went through came in front of my eyes. I felt suffocated. Before I could completely lose myself in my trauma, a sound interrupted me.

That was my phone. Someone was calling me.

I searched for my phone which was inside my college bag. I picked it up and looked at the caller ID. It was Jeni.

"Jeni?"
I picked up the call.

"Hello, sollu d."
(Hello, tell me.)

"Hey, stew. Naan avana parthen d."
(Hey, stew. I saw him, d.)

"Yaara?"
(Whom?)

"Athan d avaru."
(It's him, d.)

"Evanu? Theliva solriya?"
(Who? Say it clearly.)

"Achocho, thappu ma idhellam. Kalyanam pannika poravana Avan Ivan lam sola kudadhu."
(Hey, all this is wrong. You shouldn't disrespect the one whom you're gonna marry.)

"Katika poravana? Yaaru d Avan?"
(Would be? Who's he?)

"Hey, loosu. Athan d, John."
(Hey idiot. It's John)

What the hell? How can she see John? Is she playing a prank on me?

"Ennadhu....enga partha?"
(What? Where did you see him?)

"Clg mudinju veetuku poitu irundhen d apo railway station la train kaga wait pannitu irundhen apo avaru luggage oda train lendhu erangunaru. Unna parka tha chittor lendhu vandhu irukaru pola, d."

I was baffled and nervous. How can he come, here? Is Jeni lying to me? No, no this can't happen.

"Naan pesalamnu avaru kita ponen."

"Ennadhu? Loosu, paithiyama unnaku?"

"Seri,seri bayapadadha. I didn't talk to him. Naan yarune theriyadhu avaruku, epdi poi pesuradhu."

I was relieved as soon as I realised that she didn't talk to him.

"Hey, machi. Onu solren d. Paiyan photo va vida nerla azhaga irukan d. Lucky poonai d nee."

I unknowingly blushed hearing her words.

"Seri, ok. Train vandhuruchu, I'll talk to you, later. Parthu irundhuko d, avaru Chennai vandhutaru. Dheedirnu unna parka veetuku vandhura poraru.", she teased me.

"Chumma iru.", I said and hung up the call. I was blushing like anything.

My happiness faded away when reality hit me. How come Jeni saw John in railway station? Is she hallucinating?

John yaaro dhana? Epdi Chennai la?

Actually, John is not my dad's friend's son.

I don't even know who he is. I wanted to play a big prank on Jeni. So, I thought of pranking her by showing a guy's photo to her and saying that he's my fiance.

I was randomly scrolling through Instagram when I saw John's profile. Actually, he's not John. His name is Mathew or Madhav, something.

He looked decent and I thought of taking his photos from Instagram and pranking Jeni.

My prank was successful. But, I'm scared about this matter. Why did John come to Chennai? Is he from Chennai or what?
I opened Instagram and searched for his ID. Mathew Varghese, his full name.

I read his bio:

Jesus is my God.
I'm living for my mother. My mother is my world.
Tamizhan endru sollada thalai nimirndhu nilada.
Chennai's handsome businessman.

Ada paavi, he's from Chennai? Oh god, I'm scared.

But, unknowingly a desire formed in my heart.
What if I really meet him and he falls for me?

Paiyan azhaga irukan, ennaku pudichu iruku. God, please enna Mathew kuda serthu vechudunga.
I was praying.

Then, I got refreshed and before I could open the door, I heard the relatives giggling.

Seri, ipo poi mood out aaga thevai illa. Avanga ponadhuku aprm veliya polam.

I lied down on my bed and opened Instagram. As soon as I opened Instagram, his account came into view.

I blushed seeing his pics. I started checking his account.

Author: Idhuku peru stalking.

In my language, it's not stalking. Naan casual huh avanga ID huh check panren.

He seemed to be rich. He has taken photos in Dubai, France and all. His one pic caught my attention. He was standing in front of the Eiffel tower in that pic. Man, visiting Paris is one of my wishes in the bucket list. I will fulfill it, soon.

Then, I noticed that he also posts reels, sometimes.

One of his romantic reel caught my attention.

"Mutthham ketkiradhe oh oh...
Oru vedhiyal matram ennul unnai kandal edho nadakiradhe.
Un idaiyil oorvalam sella..."

His expressions were mind-blowing in that reel. It felt as if he was singing that song for me.

I was living in delulu. Edhellam enga poi mudiya pogudho?

Suddenly, something hit my mind.

"Ivlo Gunda irundha yaru unna kalyanam pannipanga?", that relative's words ringed in my mind.

Suppose, with god's grace, I meet him, will he accept me? I'm fat and he's looking like a model. He will not even like me.
What if he rejects me and says hateful words? I'll accept if he rejects me but if he speaks harshly to me, I will not be able to tolerate it.

I have a fragile heart and I cannot bear hurtful words. Also, even if he accepts me as I am, will he stay after hearing about my past?

No one stays with me after knowing about my past. Jeni was the first person to stay because I opened up about my past only to her. Not even my parents know about my traumatic past.

Leave Mathew... But, whoever is gonna marry me, will he accept me after knowing my traumatic past?