Mottai Poojaavin Kaadhal Kadhai Tamil story

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 Pirapala natanam vimarcakarana naduvarkalil oruvar ezhuntu ninru, ‘Inta ilam natanaka kalainar azhaku enpatu verum mutiyaip parriyatu alla enpataik kaattiyullar. Avaratu mottai talai avaratu arppanippu matrum kalai meetana aarvattirku sanrakam’ enru koorinar. Parvaiyalkal avarukku ezhuntu ninru kaitatti paraattinar, avarkalukku Pooja seyyappattatu. Tanatu makal cirappaka natittatai arintu rani perumitam kondar. Nikalccikkup piraku, Pooja natruvarin makan avastiyai cantittar, avarum natanattil aarvamuḷḷavar. Avar avalitam,

Ungal mottai talai ungal nikazhci Poojaikku oru tanittuvamana totalaic serttu. Neengal unmaiyileyye palarukku oru utvekam." Pooja vin natippu anaivaraiyum mikavum nekila vaittatu. Palar avaratu mottai talaiyaip parattinar. Tanatu makal makilcciyaka iruppataik kandu rani perumitam kontar. Pooja vin mottai talai natanatirkana avaratu arppanippin chinnam enpatai aval arintiruntal. Nikazhckup piraku, Pooja vukku nikazhckikalai natattavum pattarikalai natattavum pala vayppukal kittaiana.

Purrunoy matrum talaimutiyaim mottaiyaṭippatan mukkiyattuvam kuritta vilippunarvai erpadutta tanatu valarntu varum talattaip payanpadutta aval mutivu seytal. Pooja eppotum tanakku ataravalitta tanatu tay ranikku nanriyutan iruntal. Pooja eppotum tanatu mottai talai natana nikazhchikalin ninaivukalai portrukiral. Avasthi tanatu natana nikazhchikal matrum mottai talai pennaaka tanatu anubavankalai partrip peca atikkati Pooja vaic cantikkat totankinal.

Pooja avarkalin sandhippukal verum tharchaya nadaththugal endru ninaiththal, anal Awasthikku veru nokkangal irundhana. Poojavin thannambikkai matrum thairiyathal avar mikavum irukkappattar. Avar adikkadi avalathu mottai thalai patri avalidam kelvigalai ketpar, Pooja thaan anubavangalai velippadaga avaridam share seyththal. Awasthi mikunda aarrvathudan ketthu, avaludaiya kathaigalal muzhuvaiyaaga irukkappattar. Oru naal, Awasthi Poojavai oru thirandha idaththukku azhaitthu sendru kaadhal muraiyaga avalidam munmozhi. Pooja aachariyappattal, adhai patri ninaikka sila neram ketthar, adhu than aval thaan vaazhkkaiyil thunaiyai kandupidiththal.

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