Pooja marrum Rani oda mottai kadhai Tamil Story

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Pooja talaiyai mottaiyaṭittu oru varusham aakirthu. Avaloda talaimuti neenda pattai varai valarnthu irundhadhu, vaalkai chataranam maadhiri center-la irundhadhu. Aana oru iravu, Pooja-oda appa oru vipaththil irundhaar. Adha paarthu Pooja-um avaloda amma Rani-um thunindhaanga. Thaan vaalkai-la ilaindha maadhiri Rani manam thunindhaanga. Pooja-um thaan appa-ya illa maadhiri romba tuyarattil irundhaal. Kutumpam thookaththil mulkiyadhu. Avanga paramparai prakaram, avanga natikkaraikku arugil irundhu chattangalai seyyavendiyirundhadhu.

Muti tiruttupavar vandaapodhu, Pooja-oda amma Rani-kku campiratthapadi yaar thalai-ai mottaiyaṭippaar endru ketkappattu. Aval munnoakki vandhaal, muti tiruttupavar than thalai-ai mottaiyaṭikka thodanginaar, pinbu oru chinna muttai vittuvittaanga. Pooja chokamaaga paarthaal, than amma-oda talaimuti tharaiyil vizhundhadhu. Aval kalakkamaaga irundhaalum, than munnooru muti tiruttupavar mun amarnthu, than thalai-aium mottaiyaṭittu, than amma Rani-ya polave oru chinna muttai pinnal vittuvittaanga.

Pooja-um than amma-ya polave mottai aadhaal. Talai-ai mottaiyaṭippathu verum chattam alla-nu aval unarththaal — adhu viththiyai errukkollvatharku kaana arikuri. Pooja-um avaloda amma-um thangal adikkalai muzhuvadhum maadhiri kalarndhu vellidhu. Avanga thangal kiramaththirkku tirumpi sellumpodhu, Pooja unarchchivachappattaal. Makkal thangal valukkait thalaikalai anuththapaduththinaal paarthargal, aana aval thookaththil mulki, pudhu yatharththai errukkollvatharku muyanraal. Ilappukku piragu vaalkai viththiyam-aaga unarththadhu. Pooja-um avaloda amma-um thangal mottai thalai-udan vaala ventiyirundhaanga.

Avanga thangal anratha valakkangalai thodarnthaar, aana ellam marivittadhu maadhiri unarththangal irundhaanga. Avanga mottai thalaikal thangal ilappai ninaivuththuvatharku irundhadhu. Pooja-um avaloda amma-um kaikalaip pitti kondu amaithiyaga amarnthirundhaanga. Naalgal cella cella, Pooja thanoda mottai thalai-ai errukkollat thodanginaal. Adhu oru kalaththil thukkaththin adaiyalam maadhiri irundhadhu, metu-um avaloda mottai thalai valarnthu thodanginaal, thukkam kuraiyadhu thodanginaal.

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