“Yes da… no, I’m in ladies’ special bus… ha ha… ungalukku mattum dhan doubt ellam? Love you.”
“Thambi, nee IT thane? Idhu enna? Call history la ‘🚀 Sathish - Creative’ nu oru number. 156 calls in 7 days. Athuvum 12 AM to 4 AM slot. Naan paytm history patha… Divya enakku kaasu anupala. She’s sending 500, 1000 to this number. ‘For creative project’ nu memo.”
“Oh ma’am, neengala?” I ask.
Plate breaks. Door slams. She walks out with a trolley bag. Xossip Tamil Story
Driver? He’s not Ola. He’s some guy with gold chains, thumping Anirudh songs. Divya leans forward and whispers in his ear like they’re in a Rajinikanth movie interval scene.
Last night. 2 AM again. No Paytm sound. No Ola booking. Just silence.
One Friday, I book an Ola to office. Car arrives. I open the back door. “Yes da… no, I’m in ladies’ special bus…
Then screaming.
Paithiyam? She’s sending him money from her own Paytm. At 2 AM. Why?
Halfway, she gets a call. Praveen.
As she passes my balcony, she looks up. Grins. And says softly:
I look at Divya. She’s biting her lip. Gold chain driver winks at her in the rearview mirror.