Balan chuckled, his orange-glowing hands slowly fading. "And I'm the one who makes the post-fight snacks." minnal murali cast
Usha smiled, crossing her arms. "Don't look at me. I'm just the woman who yells at everyone to be smarter. That's my superpower."
"I know what I'm not," he said bitterly. He looked at the truck. A small fire had started near the exhaust pipe. In thirty seconds, the fuel would ignite. Balan chuckled, his orange-glowing hands slowly fading
"Still staring at your palms, hero?" came a soft voice.
Jaison looked at them—the tea-seller who became a first responder, the teacher who became a commander, the baker who became a strongman, and the frightened electrician who became a new hero. And himself: the first Minnal Murali, now just a man. I'm just the woman who yells at everyone to be smarter
"Nothing to see, Siby," Jaison muttered. "No sparks. No murali. Just a tailor who can’t afford a new shop."