Sir?
Ma'am's here.
I'm going to the church.
I came to let you know.
Alright.
I am here for some other reason.
I need your permission.
Permission for what?
I want to write a book about Velonie.
The newspaper and media are writing all wrong things about her.
They don't know what happened in her life or who killed her.
Do you know who the killer is?
RUMOR: THE FABLE OF VELONIE
Anandhi...
I'm aware you know what I was thinking.
Please forgive me.
I had my reasons.
But it's not the kind of reasons that you think.
I swear upon Apuchi. Trust me.
Even now, I'm heading out about that girl's case.
As a cop, I've taken up this case.
Alex died because of that case.
At this time, if you too won't talk to me...
I never imagined this would happen, sir.
My heart still feels heavy when I think about it.
Can you do me a favor?
Absolutely, sir!
Do you recognize this girl?
No.
Isn't she the one who was raped and murdered in your estate?
No.
Your mother confessed to everything that happened.
Isn't it true?
Yes, it is, sir.
But it was not her.
Then who was that girl?
She was a girl whom no one was going to miss.
May I have some water please?
Give her some water, Sunny.
She did it out of poverty.
She was the girl who died. Not this one.
After my mother's head injury, she must have got things mixed up.
Sometimes she'd call me Sanjeev.
She'd call Santosh as Sunny.
She got people mixed up.
Who was that man?
His name was the only thing he told us.
I don't know anything about him besides his name.
I only know his name was Valan.
Valan.
His name was Valan.
Valan.
Was a vehicle present over there?
Yes, it was a large vehicle.
An SUV car.
I think the license plate number was...
"TN-74 S-9291. "
Dr. Paulraj's statement syncs up with what they claim about their mother.
But how did a piece of Velonie's dress end up in Ottapparai?
You got me a name and a vehicle number.
I'll handle it.
Thank you, Mr. Arjunan.
-Yes, Mr. Ramar. -Yes.
-I sent you a license plate number, right? -Yes, sir.
Could you run a check and let me know the details?
Okay, sir.
THE LATEST CREATION OF KI. SEBASTIAN.
BASED ON TRUE INCIDENTS THAT SHOOK THE NATION
A MYSTERY NOVEL - THE FABLE OF VELONIE NOW ON SALE!
THE FABLE OF VELONIE
To differentiate between the Velonie
portrayed by the media and the police...
from the real Velonie.
If this novel can turn our to be the tool
to rip apart the mask of the monster who took her life
and expose him to the world...
Chapter one.
Velonie was six years old then.
She stood by her father's coffin, and tried to wake him up.
Wake up, Dad. We'll play!
Birth and death. Life and pain.
Sorrow and tears.
Childhood, a stage that knows not any of this.
"Why is her father, who baked bread in the baking chamber with her
sleeping now in this wooden box?"
That was the question on her mind.
For a lost brother... for a lost kin...
for a lost husband...
While the others were shedding tears...
Velonie's tears were because...
despite her repeated attempts to wake up her father to play with her...
he still did not wake up.
Dad?
Dad!
Daddy?
Mom...
They took Daddy away, right?
When will they bring him back?
Her mother, who was lost in thought...
came back to Velonie with the question.
She was numb and didn't really have an answer.
Ignorant of nature's design of the bond between a daughter and her father...
unaware that her mother could never fulfill that role...
Velonie sought comfort on her mother's lap.
Such a bloody tragedy, child!
My cousin brother kicking the bucket and leaving this child and you all alone.
See? So beautiful and young you are!
June called and broke the news to me!
I put up one peg and cried the whole night!
May his soul rest in peace.
You know, when I was an engine driver in Kollam...
your man, my cousin brother,
would come all the time to see me!
We used to have a lot of fun.
Every evening, we'd go to this shop.
That bugger of a shopkeeper
would sell us one "patiya". A small peg.
It's called "baby", child. Yeah!
We'd open up the packet!
Put off one glass on the ground. Drink two to three drinks.
Lick up pickles and all that! That's it! We'll leave off!
We'd be tight as hell!
Swaying on the road! This side! That side!
Fingering all the buggers on the road!
Those were the good old Anglo-Indian days, dear.
Okay.
What will you do here alone with this child?
You sell this bloody house.
You come off to Eraniel with me.
There, my boss has this mansion.
Small bugger, he is!
A wasted bugger! Another drunkard!
All the time he'd be drinking!
In the evenings, he'd be fully tight under the coconut tree!
His lungi would be all the way up!
It'd be half-mast and he'd be showing everything to the moon!
He's putting the mansion on lease.
You come there.
Oh dear!
I woke up this child!
This uncle's one loud bugger, dear!
I'm your dad's cousin!
Uncle Anton!
Come here. Don't feel shy. Come here!
Come here. Come sit down!
My God!
So pretty, you are!
Her father's death.
Her mother's new responsibility.
Uncle Anton's arrival.
A new place to live.
All of this made Velonie's childhood tough.
Where is my mother?
Your mother's gone to sign some papers.
She's got some work.
You like spicy food, right?
See! I got some rice!
I got some chutney prawn!
It's like chutney!
Come! Have some!
Despite growing up under her mother's gaze...
Velonie never knew her mother's love.
In compensation...
she wholeheartedly accepted the attention Uncle Anton showered upon her.
Velonie!
Bumblebee! Wake up now!
Where is my mother?
She's gone to the old house. She's got some work.
But I want to go to the old house!
Don't cry early in the morning, child!
Wake up. Brush your teeth. Have your bath.
Then, uncle will play with you. We'll have a lot of fun! Okay?
Come now. Get up!
Not knowing the difference between
playing with her and playing her...
Velonie did not mind the games he played with her
as it was just Uncle Anton
who was showering affection on her.
Bumblebee!
It's playtime!
Come here!
I'll teach you a baking song.
I love baking song!
Pat a cake... pat a cake... Baker's man
Bake me a cake
As fast as you can
Put it in the oven
For baby and me
Anton! You scoundrel!
Do you know what we're playing, Mom?
You stand right there! Don't come here!
You dirty filthy animal--
-I'm sorry! -You dirty filthy animal!
-How could you do this to a child? -I'm sorry!
-Now you go away from here! -Please!
-She's just an innocent child! -Please forgive me!
-Just get out from here! -I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please!
Please! I'm sorry!
This is where you will stay!
No more going to Uncle Anton's room! You got that?
Velonie felt the pain of the slap on her cheek for some days.
The lack of any explanation for it, deeply ingrained this in her mind.
To never share anything with her mother ever again.
I turn my back and you leave this chair,
you'll be getting it from me! You got that?
But I want to play!
No more playing! This is your place until I finish my work!
But why can't I go to Uncle Anton's room?
Are you growing up to be a Devil's child?
Is that what you want to be? A Devil's child?
Gold keys are for the big rooms.
Silver keys are for the small rooms. Got it?
-Yes, ma'am. -Come.
Uncle?
Velonie!
After her father...
the second major loss was the death of Uncle Anton.
Though she did not fully comprehend the nature of death...
she knew well somehow that Uncle Anton would not return.
Her tender heart told her he left...
because her mother did not allow her to play with him.
The mother and daughter grew further apart.
Days passed.
Mr. Vivek?
Sir!
Vivek...
the complaint on your charge memo is insubordination.
The SP is the head of the department.
Vicariously, he is responsible for any law and order issue in the district.
What is your explanation?
I did everything as per the law, sir.
It's alright, Vivek. I went through everything.
I know well that the SP has taken this personally.
Even if I give you a clean report...
he'll punish you by holding back your increment for at least four years.
If you don't accept, he'll issue a gazette notice and file another charge memo.
What do you say?
Will you take the punishment, or face the consequences?
Why did you accept the punishment, sir?
You should've put up a fight.
To what end?
I am not in a position to sit idle at home, sir.
In order to finish this case, I must remain in place.
It's just about four years' increment. It's not a big deal.
You're quite gutsy, sir!
Pull over!
Reverse! Keep going!
See that big house over there?
The owner of the car whose number you gave me lives there.
It's still registered in his name.
It's not been changed to the buyer's name.
-Let's see who they sold it to! -It's not so simple, sir.
-Why? -Do you know whose house it is?
The Thakkalai Civil Court judge!
Stay here. I'll be back.
Where are you going? This'll be quite the headache!
Sir!
This man won't rest until he ends me!
What happened, sir?
I got some information.
From the judge?
From his house help.
Hey, kiddo. Is Bose here?
Mr. Bose!
What is it?
-You sold the Thakkalai magistrate's SUV? -Yes.
Who bought it?
-Asks who? -Can't you figure it out?
The Kanyakumari Police.
Sir... it's been a few years since it was sold.
I don't remember who bought it.
Alright then.
The ownership transfer hasn't happened yet.
The vehicle's impounded at Ernakulam.
If we don't know the vehicle's owner,
we must take this guy in for interrogation.
-I'll inform the magistrate. -Sir!
If you could give me your number...
-For what? -I'll contact you...
once I check my records at home.
You'll check and call me?
Note it down.
I bet he is going to call me with the details!
Of course! You've grabbed him by the balls!
THE FABLE OF VELONIE
When he entered the lodge's reception, the time was 2:00 p. m.
Circumstances seemed to be in his favor,
as the lodge was deserted.
Can I get a room?
Fill in the details, please.
Small room or big room?
May I look at the room and then decide?
This is a big room.
What are you doing?
Hey!
Help! Help!
Help!
Let me go!
Help!
Listen.
Look at this.
I need...
I need your help.
Don't tell anyone that I'm here.
I'll be gone by tomorrow morning.
Okay?
I didn't tell anyone about you.
My mother's not here now.
So, it's okay.
But she'll be back tomorrow.
I'll be gone before she arrives.
Who are you?
How did this happen to you?
Did you do this?
Why did you help me?
Answer my question first.
It's better if you don't know.
If you answer my question,
then I'll answer yours.
If I tell you who I am...
I will have to kill you.
So, don't ask.
It's okay. Tell me.
So... are you going to kill me now?
No.
Now... you answer my question.
Sorry. I won't.
I brought food. Eat it.
Hey! Don't go--
Velonie! Who was it in room twelve?
There is no entry in the register.
I just ran into him there. He gave me the money and left!
-Is he gone? -Yes.
Move!
Not one class went well today.
Especially Math. What a disaster!
How come? Doesn't she teach well?
She teaches well, but I can't understand anything.
The exams are coming up too!
Oh please! I probably won't even pass!
I must pass.
-Do you go for tuition classes? -No. You?
Me neither.
Our teacher, Ms. Chitralekha is quite soft-spoken. Quite a character!
I'll be going to her for tuition classes.
She stays very close to us.
Do you want to come along?
What is it, Velo?
The bus is here. Let's go.
Hey! Come on!
I left my number for you.
Did you find it?
I did.
Why didn't you call me?
I knew you'd turn up yourself if I don't.
That's why.
Don't look at what's back there!
Why?
It's better if you don't.
Also...
the things I told you about myself the other day?
Don't tell anyone else.
Understood?
Why did you help me?
Do you really have to know?
Yes.
And if I don't tell you?
I'll keep asking until you do.
Then keep asking!
You won't hurt me as long as I keep it a secret, right?
Let's go to my house. Do you want to come?
I know what you'll do if we go there.
It's getting late. Shall I go?
No.
Don't go. Stay with me.
I need to go!
Love does not announce its arrival.
It is blind to character.
It is blind to color.
It is blind to the time of day.
When it strikes, even a murderer appears virtuous.
Even a lecher will appear as a lover.
Velonie had butterflies in her stomach.
Her black and white life turned colorful.
She, who had been a stranger to happiness...
felt joyous enough then to earn a degree in ecstasy.
But her joy was short lived.
Is this what you've been up to?
You bloody slut!
Couldn't keep your virginity till I found you a nice boy?
-Mom! -You bloody slut!
Whoring yourself!
No I didn't, Mom!
Don't you bloody lie to me!
You... I knew you would grow up like this!
Pure evil!
No more going out! You are not leaving this house!
No more school for you!
Listen to me, Mom!
Open the door, Mom!
Mom!
It's not what you think, Mom!
Chapter six.
That night, Velonie's bed did not have the pleasure of her company.
At dawn...
her fans waiting for her to grace them...
were left bitterly disappointed.
Unaware of her disappearing act, her mother, Ms. Angel...
entered her room with tea, as usual.
Velo?
Velonie!
Are you up there, child?
You're going to get it from me!
Velo? Velonie?
Velonie!
I don't want to go home.
I'll only be with you.
What's the girl's name?
Velonie.
Age?
17. About to turn 18.
Is she a student?
Yes.
Is that your father?
Yes.
What are you making?
Tossed oyster.
What's that?
Sit and watch. You'll know.
Do you know to cook?
I know a little bit of baking. That's all.
So, am I always supposed to cook?
Tossed oyster!
An aphrodisiac.
-How is it? -Awesome!
Have a taste and see what happens.
What will happen?
It will turn us on.
Do you know why I helped you?
Why?
When you came close to me, pinned me against the wall...
and closed my mouth...
your smell brought back my happy childhood memories.
I remembered all of it.
I felt the same happiness...
only with you.
Take this off.
Come here.
Who are you looking for?
He already left in the morning.
Where did he go?
Well... I don't know.
He never tells.
When will he be back?
I don't know that either.
Who are you?
I'm his wife.
His wife.
"Wife"?
Yes.
Didn't you know?
I thought you knew.
Don't cry.
Can I get you some coffee?
Care to drink some?
Do you have a phone?
Stop bugging me!
I always take who I like!
I don't give a damn!
In your case, you came willingly!
It felt new and different. So I didn't say anything.
Stick around if you wish. If not, just get going!
Weren't you pleased in bed last night?
So, what are you accusing me of?
You're a monster!
Please don't cry.
Do you have any money to return home?
Shall I get you on a bus?
What's your name?
Anushya.
Thank you.
Velonie... I have spoken to that boy.
You don't deserve him.
But even after knowing everything, he has still agreed to marry you!
Do you get what I'm saying, Velonie?
I do not want your opinion on this.
You are marrying that boy!
You are marrying Vignesh and that's it!
"Velonie...
Forget the past.
Start life afresh.
It's all going to be okay.
Had her mother gently told her so, it may have gotten through to her.
But mother and daughter did not have that kind of bonding.
She believed the key to her happiness was with the man she lost.
She pleaded with him to change his ways, and accept her.
She wailed and hoped.
When he did not relent,
she decided to use the only weapon at her disposal.
-Velonie... -If you do not agree...
I'll write a note about you and commit suicide!
Hey!
Don't do anything stupid!
What do you want me to do?
Are you scared that I am going to expose you?
Nothing like that.
I don't want you to do anything foolish.
What should I do now?
Take me away from here.
Marry me.
Alright.
I'll come tomorrow.
When she felt that she got everything that she wanted in her life
Velonie stepped out of her house.
"Grass has grown all over her grave now. "
Greetings, sir.
For a year and a half, we've had a Facebook page for Velonie.
She is not the girl portrayed by news channels and social media.
We fight for the character assassination of the dead girl.
Your newly released book is a big support to us.
But how can you prove the credibility of your book?
About...
one year back...
I ran away from home.
It's because...
I am the source.
I've spoken with her a lot.
I heard from her about such a man in her life.
If this is a lie...
please find him and bring him to me.
Let him deny it.
I'm a big fan of your writing, sir.
I'm very happy to hear that.
I'm surprised and delighted to hear people of your age are reading books.
I have a question, sir.
You have not revealed the name of Velonie's lover in your book, sir.
Why is that?
Well...
I wrote this book keeping it close to truth.
I truly do not know the person's name.
Hence, I did not name him.
Sir...
If your intention was to reveal the truth about Velonie...
why couldn't you have told this to the police to help solve the case?
I am a writer.
Writing is my medium.
I have put in words what I intended to convey.
I have tried to help the case with my writing.
I've stated that clearly in my foreword.
Why go through the trouble, sir?
You could've told me all of this when we met two months ago.
Answer me, sir.
Mr. Vivek.
Sub-Inspector.
He's investigating Velonie's murder. You may have read in the papers.
Thank you very much.
I'm glad you came to my book reading function.
Let's not discuss it here.
We'll talk in private.
When we spoke in private, you did not have anything to say!
Now we are in an open forum.
Just answer me before everyone.
Is the mysterious man you alluded to in your novel...
real or fictional?
If he's real, tell me his identity.
If he's fictional?
Acknowledge that to everyone.
Didn't he already say it is true?
Good that he said it to you all.
Please say it to me, sir.
I knew it.
Your last three novels did not sell all that well.
You wondered what to do next.
Velonie.
It would have great publicity and do huge business.
So, you took it up.
You made up a story about Velonie.
If it had been someone else,
I wouldn't care so much.
But after claiming to have a fatherly bond with her
how could you do this to her?
Mr. Vivek!
I didn't humiliate her like many others did in the name of duty!
I attempted to salvage her reputation with my imagination.
So...
it is imagination, isn't it?
Anyway...
reading the novel answered a question I had in my mind.
I haven't wrapped up this case yet.
I'm still on it.
Be seeing you, sir.
It's not my intention to embarrass you in public.
It just happened so.
Please forgive me.
I'm sorry.
What is he talking about, sir?
Is what he said true?
Sir?
Look what happened, sir.
Sir!
Is what he said true, sir?
Tell us, sir!
Sir!