Ramesh nodded. But as he glanced at Riya, a flicker of something unspoken passed between them—a shared grief, a mutual understanding. And Velamma, sharp as a viper, caught it.
“In this house,” Subbulakshmi shot back, “children learn to behave. Or perhaps you haven’t taught him basic manners, widow-woman .” Velamma Ep 44 1
The source of her turmoil was seated at the dining table: her younger son, Sunil. He was not alone. Beside him, picking at a plate of upma with a practiced air of disinterest, sat his new wife, Riya. And clinging to Riya’s saree pallu was a small, wide-eyed boy—Riya’s son from a previous marriage, whom Sunil had conveniently forgotten to mention during the hurried courtship. Ramesh nodded
“You,” Velamma said, pointing at Ramesh. “You will move into the guest room. I need a sensible man in this house.” Beside him, picking at a plate of upma
Ramesh folded his hands. “Namaste, Velamma-ji. I hope I am not intruding.”