Don't be blinded by it's Beauty "Not everythig shining is diamond!" Everything is ruled by him, they are bound to his ways whether it law or people. It's None other 'KANNAN PANIKAR' who dominates rameshawaram. At first glance, Rameshwaram appeared to be a picturesque paradise, with its white sandy beaches and colorful temples. But beneath its serene facade lurked a web of power struggles and manipulation, all orchestrated by Kannan Paniker. Panikar mansion, As the golden sun rose over the tranquil town of Rameshwaram, its rays cast a warm glow upon the gathering of people dressed in traditional attire. The women, draped in elegant white sarees adorned with delicate embroidery, moved gracefully as they prepared for the day's festivities. Meanwhile, the men, their cream-colored lungis embellished with shimmering golden lining, stood with an air of solemnity and anticipation.In the midst of this sea of white and gold, the air was filled with the melodious strains of traditional music, setting the stage for the celebration of the important festival of Pongal. The rhythmic beat of drums and the lilting melodies of flutes infused the atmosphere with a sense of joy and excitement, as dancers adorned in vibrant colors twirled and swayed to the enchanting tunes.Amidst the revelry, there was a palpable sense of reverence as the townsfolk awaited the arrival of someone of significance. Each face bore a serious expression, tinged with anticipation and respect for the occasion at hand. The festival of Pongal held deep cultural and spiritual significance for the people of Rameshwaram, and they had gathered together with hearts full of reverence and gratitude.As the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting its golden light upon the gathered throng, a hush fell over the crowd. And then, with a sense of reverence and awe, they welcomed the figure who had arrived to preside over the festivities, a symbol of unity and tradition in the heart of Rameshwaram. Together, they would celebrate Pongal, honoring their heritage and rejoicing in the blessings of the harvest season with joyous music, vibrant dance, and timeless traditions.people sing traditional songs while the pongal dish is cooking. The Pongal dish is first offered to Surya and Ganesha, and then shared with the gathered friends and family. People traditionally offer prayers to the sun in the open and then proceed to eat their meal.KANNAN'S pov : The sensation of cold water cascading over my broad shoulders brings a momentary sense of serenity, soothing my tired body. Despite the lingering traces of a throbbing headache from last night's excessive alcohol consumption, the refreshing shower offers a welcome reprieve.However, the sudden knock on the door jolts me out of my brief respite, igniting a surge of irritation within me. My muscles tense, and for a fleeting moment, I feel the urge to lash out at whoever dares to disturb my solitude.With a resigned sigh, I wrap a towel around my waist and make my way to the door, my footsteps heavy with the weight of exhaustion and frustration. As I open the door, the familiar voice of Narayan Murthy, the oldest servant of the Panikar mansion, reaches my ears."Young master," he begins, his tone respectful yet authoritative, "Tatta(grandpa) has requested your presence at the puja and wishes to meet with you afterward."As Narayan Murthy departs, leaving the weight of his words hanging in the air, I offer a stoic nod in response to his message from Tatta, the patriarch of our family. With his departure, the room falls into a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of my own breathing.Turning my attention to the cream-colored traditional lungi and the glint of the gold bangle resting on my bed, a surge of conflicting emotions floods through me. The presence of these items, undoubtedly delivered by my amma(mom).As I make my way downstairs after dressing up, a sense of anticipation courses through me, mingling with a hint of amusement at the sight that greets me. The family gathers in the grand hall, each member occupying their respective places, their presence a testament to the power and prestige of the Panikar dynasty.But amidst the familiar faces, there's one notable absence that catches my eye—Arvalan, my right-hand man, whose absence is keenly felt in the midst of our family gathering. I know all too well the reason for his absence—dealing with traitors in our gang, a task that requires his unwavering focus and determination.Despite the jovial atmosphere that permeates the hall, there's an undercurrent of tension, a reminder of the dangers that lurk beneath the surface of our seemingly idyllic existence. The threat of betrayal looms large in our world, a constant reminder of the fragile balance of power that governs our lives.As I take my place among the assembled guests, I can't help but wonder about Arvalan's whereabouts. In the cutthroat world we inhabit, allies are few and far between, and Arvalan's loyalty is a rare and invaluable asset that my enemies can't afford to have.end of his pov Every fucking member is damn intimated with his presence. As the anticipation builds in the grand hall, can feel the tension thickening in the air, each member of the family casting furtive glances towards the person they've been waiting for. It's a palpable atmosphere of intimidation, a silent acknowledgment of the power and authority he wields over us all.Despite the facade of indifference, can sense the underlying unease that grips each member of the household. No one dares to meet his gaze directly, for fear of what consequences may follow. In his presence, the air seems to crackle with a sense of foreboding, a reminder of the consequences of crossing him.With the completion of the prayer, the tension in the room eases slightly, but the specter of his presence still looms large in our minds. As the family disperses to resume their respective duties.Ramesh Panikar, the head of the house and Kannan's grandfather, calls his grandson to his room for a private chat. It's a summons that carries with it a sense of gravity and significance, a reminder of the intricate web of power dynamics that govern our family's hierarchy.As Kannan reluctantly makes his way to his grandfather's room, he can't help but wonder what secrets and revelations await him behind closed doors. In this world of intrigue and deception, nothing is ever as it seemsAs Kannan enters his grandfather's room, a sense of curiosity swirls within him, mingled with a hint of apprehension at the serious expression that adorns Tatta's face. With a furrowed brow, he cuts straight to the chase, seeking clarity on the purpose of their private conversation."What do you wanna talk about, Tatta, that you couldn't tell in the main hall?" he inquires, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and caution.Tatta's response cuts through the air like a knife, his words laden with significance. "Kannan, do you remember your engagement with my best friend Pillai's granddaughter?" he asks, his tone grave and measured.Kannan's gaze narrows at the mention of the engagement, a flicker of disbelief crossing his features. With a calm demeanor, he raises an eyebrow in response, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Engagement," he repeats, the word dripping with irony.Kannan's grandfather's fierce gaze speaks volumes, silencing any further protestations or objections. The intensity in his eyes leaves no room for doubt, his words echoing with the weight of authority and expectation."Promises are bound to fulfill, Kannan," he declares, his voice firm and unwavering. "Whether you like it or not."As he continues, outlining the qualities and credentials of Hari, the heir to the Pillai empire, Kannan can feel the weight of his grandfather's expectations pressing down upon him like a suffocating cloak. The description of Hari as an educated, responsible doctor, and a woman of stunning beauty only serves to underscore the gravity of the situation.But it's his final words, delivered with finality and authority, that leave Kannan reeling. "She is Hindu, like you," his grandfather declares, as if that alone is sufficient justification for their union.In that moment, Kannan realizes that there is no room for discussion or negotiation. His fate has been decided for him, his future irrevocably tied to Hari and the Pillai empire.Kannan's grandfather orders Narayan Murthy to inform the rest of the family of Hari's impending arrival, leaving no room for doubt or dissent. In just two days' time, Kannan's life will be irrevocably changed, whether he's ready for it or not.Kannan's nod of understanding belies a simmering anger beneath the surface, a defiance born of being constantly dictated to. With a voice edged with threat, he asserts his authority, declaring his disdain for being controlled."I AM in charge," he asserts firmly, his tone low and menacing. "I hate being bossed around. Everything has a limit."With a sense of grim determination, Kannan excuses himself, his resolve palpable as he steps away from his grandfather's presence. Outside, he wastes no time in reaching for his phone, dialing Arvalan's number with a sense of urgency."Did you take care of the traitors?" he demands, his voice tinged with anticipation.Arvalan's response comes with a chilling pride, confirming that justice has been meted out to those who dared to betray them. Kannan's satisfaction is evident as he hangs up, a dark satisfaction in knowing that his authority has been upheld. Kannan satisfied with arvalan's work as he knows how much i have enmity with muslims!