#incorrect salaar

[sada-siva-sanyaasi]

deva’s mother: my son is an angel

deva: *kills men*

deva’s mother: he won’t hurt a fly

deva: *kills more men*

varadha: *appears*

deva’s mother: YOU ARE WHY MY SON BECAME A DEVIL—

[sada-siva-sanyaasi]

varadha: *existing*

deva: i fucked up

varadha:

deva: BUT HOW DARE THEY?! THAT’S WHY I FUCKED UP

varadha:

deva:

varadha:

deva: i’m really sorry.

[sada-siva-sanyaasi]

deva's mother: what's this? varadha: just sign it deva's mother: ... witness forms for a wedding? whose? deva and varadha: ours.

[sada-siva-sanyaasi]

varadha: *trying to remove a red stain from his pants*

deva: who hurt you?

varadha: what?

deva: *picks up knife and leaves*

varadha: it’s pickle, you fool!

[sada-siva-sanyaasi]

varadha: I-

deva: sit down.

varadha: what-

deva: I’ll take care.

varadha: but-

deva: it’s okay.

[sada-siva-sanyaasi]

varadha: why is it red everywhere?

baachi: ask deva.

varadha: who did you kill this time?!

deva: ??? It’s pickle, it spilled from my plate-

varadha: oh.

varadha: why do you eat so much spice that when it falls it looks like a bloodbath?!