Prince became a princess (PART 2)

Evan penmai theriyamal ilavarasanai oru penirukku thirumanan seithu vaikindranar virupam ellamale oppu kondan 😢 aanal manaiviku therinthu vittathu kanavan Kai padum pothu avanum thannai pondra oru pen thaan endru

Manaivi : ungalai patri enaku theriyum arase.

Neengal kavalai padathirgal

Adutha naal kaalai kanavan manaivi matrum thangai athe andhapirathil

Ilavarasan: hey enaku vekkama iruku pa

Thangai : adi paavi akka ivlo naal enkitta irunthe marachutala unna inaiku paaru di

Ilavarasan : hey vidu di akka nu Ellam solatha

Pinna un odamba paru va di kullikalam onna .

Piragu kulikkum pothu pengal kooda maranthalum ilavarasan manjal thechu kulippathai paruthu thangai viyakiraal

Thangai : adi paavi ne periya aalu than po

Ilavarasan : chi podi ena than irunthalum na unaku akka di na olunga irnthatha than unaku example

Thangai : adi paavi ipo than akkane Ellam solathanu sonna ipo neeye soli peruma padra kedi than nee ! Apadiye naatkal sendrathu oru naal .

To be continue ....

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