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[allthingsmythology]

masterlist.

Hindu Mythology:

1. Kannamoochi Yenada: A Rukmini-Krishna o/s (c)

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Dhurandhar:

Kalank: A Rehman Baloch x Reader fic (c) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Phir Le Aaya Dil: An Uzair Baloch x Reader o/s (c)

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Ponniyin Selvan:

Avalukaga Vandha Ilavarasan: A Vanmozhi o/s (c)

Narumugaye: An Aditha Karikalan-Nandini o/s (c)

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*(c): completed (o): ongoing

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Sundari Kannal Oru Seithi (Jeevane OS 1)

As promised, here is the first OS!

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sundari kannal oru seithi

solladi innal nalla thethi

(Oh beautiful one, tell me an answer through your eyes,

Give me the answer on this auspicious/good day)

The skirmish among his sisters' friends gave Arulmozhi pause, an action a little out of the ordinary for him. However, as luck would have it, his helping nature was also very well known, and he felt a tiny smirk cross his face.

He swiveled to see what was happening, and if his Akka was there.

'If she is there, then everything is fine. If not, I will go in,' he thought to himself, his legs taking three steps forward even before he had seen what was going on.

Frowning when he saw his Akka hurry inside, he moved his neck, craning to see who was being carried in.

The golden cheek of the maiden gave Arulmozhi pause. He knew who it was instantly.

He had seen Vaanathi's jittery hands; the little tremble as she did his aarati. But he had seen it as her nervousness of sorts, given their first interaction and now finding out that he was Ponniyin Selvan.

Arulmozhi smiled wryly.

He had gone from being the 'yaanai paagan' to 'Ponniyin Selvan' quickly in her eyes, causing him to frown. He turned to meet the eyes of the lead soldier, smiling quickly but reassuringly.

"I will be back soon. I need to go find Akka."

With those words, he headed inside, but not before he caught snippets of what the elders were saying about Vaanathi's thattu falling.

"The thattu falling is inauspicious.." some muttered. They clearly had no idea he was trained to listen to even distant words, a helpful side effect of warrior training. Arulmozhi controlled himself from snapping.

The very thought of anything about Vaanathi being inauspicious sent swirls of fury into his body, vibrating through him. He did not know why he got so angry with her actions being called so, when she probably fainted either out of panic, worry or something deeper.

"But see, her light remains- bright. It is auspicious, the Kodumbalur Princess brings fortune for our Ponniyin Selvar."

These words calmed his heart a little bit. He did not wait to talk, instead nearly running in, knowing his sister will be in the antechamber closest to the entrance.

The antechamber was buzzing, full of maidens; Princesses from different clans of the Chozhas, in fact. Arulmozhi could hear their furious mutterings, but he refused to even listen to them.

Anyone who could be vapid about another woman but sweet to his face did not deserve his attention. He would rather focus on the woman now held up by his sister.

He could see, just by how Kundavai gently tapped Vaanathi's cheeks, that his sister had a deep fondness for Vaanathi, but did not yet know how to show it fully.

He would have to do something for his Akka.

But Vaanathi...first.

"Akka? Is she okay?" Arulmozhi asked softly, ignoring the surprised eyebrow raise Kundavai gave him. It would not do for their eyes to meet.

Kundavai knew Arulmozhi too well and would see more than the latter was comfortable showing. In fact, even his behaviour now would have triggered something in her. Kundavai was, as it is, too sharp to not notice things even when her focus was elsewhere.

And when it came to Arulmozhi? No chance.

"She will be, kanna," and there was the mild inflection only he had caught. Arulmozhi met Kundavai's eyes, which glinted with curiosity and knowing, and tried not to wince.

Uh-oh.

His Akka had caught on and was going to 'test' him, even if indirectly.

"But what happened, Akka?" he asked softly, his voice low, and his eyes on Vaanathi's golden face and closed eyes. He wanted to meet her eyes; the red blush on her cheeks when their eyes had met during the aarati was endearing to his heart.

"Is the Kodumbalur Princess okay?"

Arulmozhi could feel the furious eyes of all the other Princesses, for he had clearly known who Vaanathi was. But strangely, Vaanathi had never been around Kundavai when the Prince had spoken to her in the days he was at Pazhayarai.

"How did you know who she is?" Kundavai asked with a minute smirk, and Arulmozhi could feel the blood rush to his cheeks. However, he was not the Ilaya Puli for nothing.

He looked at his Akka and said, "We met once unexpectedly, and I got to know she is Periya Velar's niece."

He had also gotten to know her nurturing and kind heart, as well as her tendency to babble like a brook, and laugh gleefully when she found something funny. But that was for him to know, and for his big sister to never discover.

"Indeed she is, thambi. You know, she is Siriya Velar's daughter, raised by our Athai, Varaguna Perumanar."

"She is Athaiyar's step-daughter, is she not, Akka?"

Arulmozhi knew he was right, smiling mildly when his sister nodded, her eyes drenched with compassion and a tender fondness he had never before seen in her eyes for a Princess she trained.

Had Vaanathi touched his Akka's heart already?

'When she has touched yours with a single meeting and a few glimpses, would she not have Akka's, who spends a lot of time with her?' his voice snarked, and he ignored it in favour of listening to Kundavai's words.

"Do you remember how Siriya Velar Maama ascended to the heavens, Mozhi?" Kundavai asked gently, but in a tone only Arulmozhi would recognize as gently pushing him to remember.

"He lost his life in..." Arulmozhi faltered, suddenly understanding what Kundavai was getting at. "He lost his life in Eezham. Akka, is that why the Princess fainted? She remembered what happened to her Appa?"

"That is my belief. She was incredibly close to him. She has often told me that he was everything to her. Athai also wrote the same to me."

Arulmozhi said nothing, though his eyes fell on Vaanathi's face- golden bronzed in complexion, more oval shaped like a crescent moon, a tender flower, yet he could sense that hidden under layers, she was incredibly resilient.

"I want to wait for her to wake and make sure she is okay, Akka."

Kundavai cast him an imperceptible look, and Arulmozhi knew what it was for. Kundavai had seen something in his face, and would definitely match make Arulmozhi with Vaanathi hereafter.

But despite his current stance against marriage, Arulmozhi found he did not mind it, though, to be fair, he may also create issues about it.

'Open your eyes, Princess of Forests,' he urged her from within, and he saw her eyes flutter open. A quiet smile dawns on his face, one that made all the Princesses around melt, but made Kundavai get a thoughtful, sharp gaze.

One which generally spelt trouble for anyone on its receiving end.

His eyes met her beautiful, doe-like eyes, the brown orbs peeking at his in what looked like worry, pain...and was that a tint of a blush?

"Kodumbalur Ilavarasi, how do you feel now?"

Her eyes, mesmerizing in their movement, locked on to Arulmozhi's, and she said, "I am okay, Ilavarase...oh no, what have I done?"

The sudden shift from calm to panic threw Arulmozhi off for a moment, before he realized that Vaanathi might not be like his Akka.

But how did that matter?

Her eyes, when they had met his, had given him the answer he needed. The answer he had waited for, though he might not admit it.

His presence flustered her, which is why she hid from him. A smile threatened to break its way across his face, but he schooled himself.

When the time came, he would bring it up himself. For now, he had to listen to Vaanathi's worried talks and Kundavai's gentle consolations.

Her flustered feelings and his own reactions are for a different time in life.

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𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈 𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Arulmozhi Varman x Vanathi

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: On the auspicious occasion of marriage of Nakkan Akkarmangaiyar, eldest daughter of Avani Sundarapurathu Deivar of Pazhuvur, Arulmozhi is confused why is he getting jealous of Kumaran Maravan- son of Avani Sundarapurathu Deivar when he's talking to Vanathi? Anyways, he can't talk to Vanathi.

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Vanathi giggled.

Arulmozhi felt his eye twitch.

At Vanathi's giggle? No. Because of the yoing man who stood beside her right now, laughing heartily along with her.

The Pazhuvur Palace was lit up, decorated like a bride. And why not? It was the wedding of Akkarmangaiyar, eldest daughter of Avani Sundarapurathu Deivar, who was son of Chinna Pazhuvettaraiyar. The whole Royal Family were invited, along with all the Chieftains of allied Kingdoms.

Arulmozhi had known very well that the ties of familial connections ran deep between Pazhuvur and Kodumbalur like it did with Kodumbalur and Royal Family. Pazhuvur's Avani Sundarapurathu Deivar was married to the younger Sister of Irungolan Siriya Velar and Periya Velar Bhuthi Vikramakesari, named Chandravadhani. Chandravadhani bore two daughters and three sons to Avani Sundarapurathu Deivar, eldest being Akkarmangai, who was getting married.

But that wasn't bothering him. He had known Akkarmangai. The said Pazhuvur Princess, epitome of grace was around same age as his Anna Aditha Karikalan. Although not relatively close, the two had shared a good bond. The younger son Kumaran Maravan was two years younger than Arulmozhi himself— same age as Vanathi.

What bothered him was how Kumaran was making Vanathi laugh. What bothering him was how OPEN Vanathi was with him. What bothering him was that she was behaving same way with him just like she did with HIM. And why? He didn't knew.

'You don't love her, why bother?' a voice said tauntingly in his mind.

"Did you see them?" One of the Wife of Chieftains said. "See who?" The other asked.

"The Pazhuvur Prince and Kodumbalur Kula Vilakku."

"Ah, yes, are they courting each other?"

Arulmozhi's heart skipped a beat.

"I do not think so, or maybe they are. Isn't Arasi Chandravadhani Princess of Kodumbalur and Ilavarasi Vanathi's Athai?"

"Yes yes, maybe they will marry. Avani Sundarapurathu Deivar was a close friend of Siriya Velar. And I have heard lots of praises of Kodumbalur Vanathi from Periya Pirattiyar and Ilaiya Piratti."

"But isn't she betrothed to Arulmozhi Devan?"

"I do not think so. They weren't officially engaged. My Mandakini told me that Komagane doesn't really pay heed to them when he comes to meet Ilaiya Piratti." One of the other said.

"Ah yes, also, she's isn't born of Varaguna Perumanar. She's not his Murai Penn." The first one said off handedly.

As they continued talking, Arulmozhi felt his stomach drop further and further, and it was shown on his face. Aditha, having noticed, looked at him in concern. "Mozhi? Kanna? Are you fine? Why do you look green?" He asked confused.

When he got no answer, he followed his younger brother's gaze and it fell on Vanathi and Kumaran Maravan, and suddenly Everything clicked.

"Ah, they do look good together indeed." Aditha's words made him snap his head at his Anna. "What?" He asked, his voice hoarse. "Well, they look good." He said matter of factly. "Anna, what are you saying? They don't look good together." Arulmozhi denied.

Aditha leaned casually against a pillar, watching his younger brother with a knowing smirk. His eyes darted to the far side of the courtyard, where Vanathi was laughing with Kumaran Maravan, their conversation flowing with a warmness. Glancing back at Arulmozhi, he caught the way his brother’s gaze had narrowed, jaw tight as he watched them.

"But they indeed look well matched." Aditha mused, obviously egging his Kanna.

Arulmozhi shot him a warning look, but Aditha continued undeterred, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “You know, they’d make a fine pair—two bright young heirs, well-connected families. I’m sure everyone in the palace is already talking about it.”

“You’re exaggerating,” Arulmozhi replied tersely, but the tension in his voice betrayed him. “They’re just… cousins.”

“Cousins, yes. But isn’t that often how alliances begin?” Aditha chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. “Besides, look at the way they’re laughing together. She seems quite taken with him. And who could blame her? Kumaran is every bit the charming prince.”

Arulmozhi’s fists clenched, his patience fraying. Aditha leaned in, lowering his voice just enough. “Tell me, little brother… would it really bother you that much if Vanathi chose Kumaran?”

That was the last straw. Arulmozhi snapped, his voice sharp. “Enough, Anna!" He said eith a angry frown.

Aditha only laughed, his smirk widening as he took in Arulmozhi’s reaction. “Touched a nerve, have I?” he teased, crossing his arms. “It’s clear enough—you’d rather she be here, laughing with you, wouldn’t you?”

Arulmozhi turned away, jaw still set, trying to mask the frustration burning beneath his calm facade. “You don’t understand, Anna. This isn’t a game.”

“Isn’t it?” Aditha replied lightly, leaning back. “Then maybe you should make it clear to her before someone else does.”

Arulmozhi’s gaze drifted reluctantly back to Vanathi and Kumaran, tension tightening his chest. Was Aditha right?

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Kumaran chuckled, eyes gleaming with mischief as he recounted the story to Vanathi. “So, Azhagi was preparing for her dance recital, all serious and focused. And, well, I may have told her that one of her anklets was missing.”

Vanathi’s laughter bubbled up, eyes bright with amusement. “Oh no, I can only imagine how furious she must have been!”

“You have no idea,” Kumaran grinned, shaking his head. “She turned every corner of the palace upside-down looking for it—her temper was as fierce as a storm. And of course, by the time she figured out I’d hidden it, I was halfway to the stables.”

They both laughed heartily, unaware of Arulmozhi’s silent gaze lingering on them from a distance. As Kumaran glanced over and he noticed Arulmozhi’s expression, a rare vulnerability beneath his usually composed face. A slow realization dawned on him: his friend, the reserved and ever-dutiful prince, was in love with Vanathi.

Just then, Thillaiazhagi appeared, tugging at Kumaran’s arm. “Anna, come quickly! Chinna Patta is asking for you,” she said, casting a warm smile at Vanathi. “Akka, you must tell him not to trouble me with his silly pranks!”

Kumaran chuckled, nodding. “Alright, alright, I’m coming.”

"Yes Chellame, now go. Chinna Pattanar must be waiting for you." Vanathi mused as she patted Azhagi's cheek. The Princess beamed and dragged her Anna away.

As Kumaran and Thillaiazhagi left, Vanathi’s laughter slowly faded, though the warmth lingered in her eyes. She turned, only to find Arulmozhi standing a few steps away, his gaze unreadable.

“Ilavarase,” she greeted, a gentle smile forming on her lips as her cheeks dusted. “Did you overhear our little tale of Kumaran’s mischief?”

Arulmozhi nodded, though his expression remained serious. “Yes, it seems he’s quite the charmer.”

Vanathi tilted her head, sensing something beneath his words. “You look… troubled.” She said, her eyes roving over his troubled face. The tension in his brow was visible, and the tautness of his muscles too.

He hesitated, his voice softer than usual. “I just wanted to… remind you to be cautious, Vanathi. Not everyone is as they seem.”

Vanathi frowned, blinking. "What do you wish to say, Ponniyin Selvare?" She asked softly. Oh how he wished she'd call him Yaanai Paaga once again.

Arulmozhi decided to be blunt.

“You can’t talk to Ilavarasar Kumaran Maravan.”

Vanathi blinked, momentarily thrown by Arulmozhi’s abrupt tone. They stood alone in a secluded corner of the grand Pazhuvur Palace, where wedding festivities were underway, a lively hum of music and laughter filling the distant halls. Her gaze flicked up to his face, catching the unusual tension in his expression.

“Why can’t I speak to him?” she asked, tilting her head in confusion. “He’s…he’s my cousin. Surely there’s no harm in exchanging a few words?”

Arulmozhi hesitated, his jaw clenched as if fighting for the right response. “It’s… it’s not appropriate right now,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “There are things you don’t understand, Vanathi. It’s better if you just stay away from him.”

The reasoning sounded hollow, and Vanathi’s brows furrowed deeper. She had always known Kumaran to be respectful and considerate to everyone, his easy charm earning him friends across the kingdom. In fact, her own mother often spoke fondly of him, saying he carried himself with dignity beyond his years. Why, then, was Arulmozhi so intent on warning her against him?

“But, Ilavarase,” she insisted, a soft laugh escaping as she tried to lighten his mood. “What could possibly be the harm in a few words? Kumaran is my aunt’s son—he’s family.”

He looked away, visibly uncomfortable, rubbing the back of his neck as if hoping the right words would appear out of thin air. “Vanathi, there’s… there’s more to Kumaran than you know. He’s… let’s just say, he’s got a role to play. You can’t get tangled up in his affairs, even if he is family.”

His evasion only deepened her bewilderment. “Since when did you become so cryptic?” she asked, half-smiling in exasperation. “I’ve spoken to Ilavarasar Kumaran countless times, and there was never a problem. What’s changed now?”

Arulmozhi’s eyes flickered, the faintest hint of frustration creeping into his expression. “Things have changed, Vanathi. There are undercurrents you can’t see. Sometimes, even those close to us can be… involved in matters we aren’t meant to understand.”

She opened her mouth to argue but closed it just as quickly, an uneasy feeling settling over her. Why was Arulmozhi suddenly being so protective, so evasive? She trusted him, but his reluctance to explain made her feel like a child kept in the dark, shielded from truths she could just as easily understand.

“Ilavarase,” she said softly, trying to meet his eyes, “I’m not a stranger to the world we live in. You can tell me if there’s something more going on. I’d rather know the truth than be treated like I’m too delicate to handle it.”

He took a deep breath, looking torn, and for a moment, she thought he might actually tell her what was going on. But then he sighed, shaking his head with a faint smile. “It’s not about what you can handle, Vanathi. Some things are better left… unspoken. Please, just trust me.”

She felt a mix of frustration and concern simmering beneath her confusion. What was he so desperate to hide? And why did he look so determined to shield her from someone as kind as Kumaran?

Just as she was wondering, she caught his eyes. Something was amiss. The tightness in his muscles, his shallow breaths, the tension lines on his forehead, the erratic heartbeat which caused him to take rapid breaths...

She gasped softly when he huffed and grabbed her hand.

Arulmozhi was feeling his breath go awry when she questioned him, and he saw Kumaran coming to them. Vanathi, of course, couldn't see. It's now or never. He didn't wanted to lose her to Kumaran, or anyone in fact.

Vanathi was his Muraipenn, not of someone else. She was his Athai's daughter, she should be marrying him.

He suddenly grabbed her wrist and put her hand on his chest, watching how her cheeks turned red and breath shallowing. "Vanathi, I don't like seeing you with Ilavarasar Kumaran. I don't like how you laugh with him. I don't like how comfortable you are with him. I don't like you with him. You are my Muraipenn, he can't court you!" He exclaimed, an exasperated tone in end.

Vanathi stood shell shocked at the sudden confession, suddenly realising as her eyes widened. Her Ilavarasar, he liked her.

He liked her like she liked him.

He loved her.

"Do- do you-" She couldn't find right words, but her voice shook with emotions. "Vanathi, allow me to Court you.." He said softly.

Vanathi’s heart stilled, each beat suspended as Arulmozhi’s words sank in. Court you. The words lingered in the air, tender and vulnerable, as if he’d placed his heart right there between them, fragile and open.

She could barely breathe, her mind racing to catch up, but her emotions overwhelmed her. A warmth bloomed in her chest, spreading through her like sunlight, each corner of her heart filling with a joy she hadn’t dared to dream of. Her vision blurred, and she felt a tear slip down her cheek, her happiness spilling over in a way words couldn’t capture.

She searched his face, seeing his own hope and uncertainty mirrored in his gaze. He loved her—he truly did. All the quiet moments, the glances they’d shared, the protectiveness in his actions, all suddenly made sense, weaving into this one, perfect truth.

Unable to trust her voice, she nodded quickly, a soft smile trembling on her lips as her eyes sparkled. She didn’t need to say a word. The relief and joy on her face spoke for her, her expression telling him everything her heart had longed to say.

He smiled finally, like the sun rising over the hills that covered the Thanjai, the same she often crossed when she had to travel to Kodumbalur. She was finally his. Or maybe she had been his since long, but he was just stupid.

Kumaran suddenly jogged over to them, clearing his throat. "Hopefully I'm not interrupting you two?" Arulmozhi somehow pushed the frown on his face down, and he gave a tight smile. "Definitely not, Ilavarase." He smiled, his expressions tight.

"I'm glad, Komagane." He smiled and turned to Vanathi. "Amma is calling you. She says that it's time we take Mangai Akka to Mandapam, Akka." He said the last Akka with a certain pressure, staring at Arulmozhi.

It dawned on Arulmozhi suddenly that what he thought was between Vanathi and Kumaran was actually the Sibling Bond they had, considering they were really close and his neck flushed red. He was so stupid! His jealousy didn't let him see things other way!

Vanathi nodded with a smile, unaware of all this as she left for Chandravadhani. Arulmozhi watched her go, his eyes sharp as she turned her head coyly, and shyly smiled at him before scurrying away.

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Reborn Star

Chapter-5 The meet

People say that destiny never separates the two souls that truly care for each other. In a way it is true.....

The world around Vanitha didn't seem to be comprehensible. Instead, it looked like something abstract.

"Where am I? What this place called?" she muttered to herself. Moonlight was the only light source she had and far way orange flames of dim lamps flickered.

She stood up and looked around hoping to find something.

Her tent was not there so as Rohan and Kriti.

"Is anybody there? " Vanitha shouted but no one turned up. The cold wind blew gently and leaves rustled.

"Oh my goodness! I shouldn't have touched that emerald. Probably, that emerald is the sole reason for my existence here.. in this isolated place."

"I must get out of here as soon as possible. but..... how can I ? I have no idea what this place is and how to reach my tent. Ishvara, please help me!"

Just as she was grumbling, a baritone male voice called out.

"Yaar ange? (who's there)" Vanitha turned to see the source of the voice and her eyes widened in surprise.

The man had just dressed like a soldier from ancient Tamil era. The thing that intrigued her is.... he was wearing an armor carved with the face of a tiger.

"Who are you ,mister?" Vanitha asked with a slight husky voice.

The man was confused as he scanned her. The way she speaks Tamil in a different way and her dressing....nothing make sense.

"Naan dhan indha idathin kavalali (I am a mere soldier who guards this place)." said the soldier, his voice stern and suspicious.

Vanitha was perplexed. Nothing was right about him. His way of speaking Tamil, his dressing all caused her mind to spin in confusion.

"Penne.." he continued "Nee yar? veru naatil irunthu vanthirukiraya? (Who are you lady? have you come from a distant land?)"

Vanitha was reluctant to say at first for he is a stranger. But eventually, she had no idea but to say because she want to know what is happening around her and who is this intriguing man.

"No... I'm from Thanjavur. I don't know how did I end up here . But, sir, could you tell me what is this place called?"

The man raised his eyebrow in confusion. Something is fishy about this woman. But his instincts calmed him that she is not a threat. So he continued thus,

"Penne, This not merely a place. Here is where, The Emperor, Koparakesari Rajaraja Cholan is constructing a temple for lord Shiva."

His words lingered in air. The frantic words of that man made Vanitha to tremble. Her eyes widened and she began to sweat. Her heart beating so fast like a raging thunder.

"How could it be?" she thought as she tried to process his words. She rubbed her forehead and asked," Sir, this is which year?"

The man was amused and said, "1010 ."

That's all......

The world around Vanitha seemed to fall upon as she heard the year. The words of that mysterious woman, that emerald, her dreams, visions, delusions all clouded in her mind.

Then... it slowly hit her. She was transported to Chola era by that mysterious emerald.

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For a moment, Vanitha simply stared at the ground. She turned to the soldier and asked him, "Is this Chakravarthy... Rajaraja Cholan's reign?"

The soldier nodded. Vanitha stumbled at this. She can't even believe this play of the cosmos.

"Penne, You have to come with me. I want to take you to the Emperor. He'll decide what to do." said the man. Chill ran through Vanitha's spines as he she heard this. She nodded her head , like a woman enduring the cosmos' play.

He took her to the palace. Her began to race as she was going to witness a thing which is far beyond science.

"Wait here." said the soldier as he entered the royal court.

Inside the royal court, There was majestic throne carved with the tiger's face made of pure gold. In that, seated a man whose aura was far beyond imagination. His sharp eyes, majestic physique and valour was exceptionally awesome. He was calm and composed and his face radiated the Sun. Beside him sat a woman, whose beauty was just like a goddess.

"Eezham konda Mummudi Cholan Rajaraja Thevar vaazhga! Arasi Lokamadeviyar vaazhga!

Rajaraja nodded so as Lokamadevi. "Enna vishayam?(what's the matter?)" asked Rajaraja asked his voice firm.

"Arase, I met a woman at our temple area. She looked so different. The way she speaks and the way she dressed was something quite abstract. She even looked so confused.... especially when I said the year." said the soldier.

Rajaraja and Lokamadevi exchanged glances. Gasps arise from the royal court. Something about her was weird for Rajaraja. A woman seated on the throne for royal members stood up. Her honey brown eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"How did she look like? she asked.

" She is so different from us , Nampirattiyare. She had a sweet aura with doe-like eyes. She looked innocent too."

"Doe-eyes?" thought Rajaraja. He clenched his fists and tension building up.

"Where is she now?" asked Rajaraja.

"I have brought her with me, Arase. She's waiting oustside."

"Let her in." he said. His voice curious.

The soldier bowed and went to call Vanitha and after few seconds he returned. Vanitha followed him behind. Her hands trembling and her heart beating so so fast that it could tear the pericardium itself.

Rajaraja gazed at their direction and saw a woman coming with her bent down. His heart beated fast.

Vanitha slowly raised her chin to look at him and then...... their eyes met.

Loud gasps erupted from the court. Lokamadevi's eyes turned wide as she gasped in shock. But more impact was from only one person.... Rajaraja.

The calm and composed king now stumbled by seeing her face. His pupils dilated, his eyes widened. That same doe eyes with that same luminosity..... same crescent moon face.....same innocent look.....but..how!

"Noooo..... it could not be possible! "He shook his head. the vison of him travelling with someone on a elephant, spending time merrily with her , plucking lotus for her clouded his mind. A tear rolled from his cheek

Vanitha looked at him with awe. She had studied about him in her social book, in her archaeological books but not even in her dreams, she expected to see him...truly.

For a minute her eyes locked with his eyes.

One was in the state of longing love

Another one was in the state of quests

While fate was in the state of mending both of their states.

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A/N: Finally I AM BACK GUYS! This is my longest and favourite chapter coz finally the most anticipated meeting of Rajaraja and Vanitha is done. Guys, for my previous chapter, I received very low response. This highly demotivates me. I'm putting my heart and soul but receiving low response. Pls support me guys. Have a nice day!

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Moonlit Serenade - Vanmozhi Fic

The moon cast its silvery glow over the tranquil waters of the Veeranarayana Lake. Vanathi, seated on the stone steps leading to the lake, strummed a gentle melody on her veena. The soft music blended with the sweet songs of the night birds, creating an enchanting atmosphere.

As she played, Vanathi's thoughts drifted to Arulmozhi, the young prince who had captured her heart. She wondered if he would ever return from his journey, and if he would still cherish the memories they had shared. The persisting yearning in her heart was too much to bear.

Just then, a faint rustling sound came from the nearby bushes. Vanathi's heart skipped a beat as Arulmozhi emerged, his eyes shining with a warm smile.

"Illavarase, you...here?" For a moment she thought she was dreaming.

Arulmozhi smiled, "I came back today morning. I specifically told akka not to let you know, I wanted to surprise you" he said softly. He stepped closer to her, confident in his stride and gaze.

"Vanathi, your music has beckoned me," he said, his voice low and husky. "I couldn't resist the allure of your veena."

Vanathi's cheeks flushed as Arulmozhi sat beside her, his shoulder touching hers. Together, they watched the moon's reflection dance on the lake's surface.

As the night wore on, their conversation flowed like the gentle lapping of the water against the shore. They spoke of their dreams, their passions, and their love for the land and its people.

In the midst of their tender conversation, Arulmozhi reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Vanathi's ear. The touch sent shivers down her spine, and she knew in that moment that she was forever bound to this kind and courageous prince.

As the moon reached its zenith, Arulmozhi took Vanathi's hand, and they walked along the lake's edge, their footsteps echoing in harmony with the music of the night.

In that magical moment, they both knew that their love would flourish, just like the lotus flowers that bloomed in the lake's waters, under the watchful gaze of the moon.

I hope you enjoyed this short fanfic! Sent me prompts because I think it would help with my writer's block. I'm also writing for Squid Games S2 (Thanos x reader) & XO Kitty S2

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hey pplease whenever if you can please write a romantic oneshot on vanathi and arunmozli I know that you told that u haven't but please if u can please write one cuz no one is updating any stories on them for soo long and it's so hard for the fans so please if u can give it a try

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@stxrrynxghts or @ahamasmiyodhah WRITE SOMETHING WE ARE ALL DYING

Also hmmm idk what I can do especially I only uhj write cursed fanfictions lol ToT

[yehsahihai]

Panivaanavan

Second collab with @harinishivaa and oh my god, there were so many butterflies while writing this

The night sky twinkled serenely like a million stars, the full moon glowing brightly. Arulmozhi Varman sighed when he saw Vanathi’s eyes in the stars and face in the moon . Why is she still haunting his thoughts?

Ever since he’d rescued her from falling into the canal, it seemed as though all streams of thought led back to her. More specifically to the way she had felt in his arms. Was this even right for a man to be feeling?

But why was it so natural with her? When he had seen her falling it seemed like the most natural thing to run to rescue her. Then why did it feel like a line had been crossed between the two of them? And then she had slid out of his arms and it had felt like there was a sudden thrum under his skin, urging him to not let her go, to keep her in his arms. It was most bizarre. 

She had been fully clothed, for heaven’s sake. 

He had never even touched her skin. 

And all he could think of now was how soft her skin was. He had touched her palm in an entirely planned fashion, and the softness of it… 

He had stayed awake many a night wondering if the rest of her was as soft as her palm as well, then mentally berated himself for thinking as such.

Just as he was thinking of getting back to his chambers, the soft voice of Vanathi reached him. She was singing some unknown tune, it seemed, as she walked into the clearing he was in. 

Vanathi had been having a difficult few days. Ever since her near-fall into the canal it seemed as though something around her had fundamentally shifted. More specifically, it felt as though something had changed in her relationship with Ponniyin Selvan.

They gravitated to touches often, and even light shoulder brushes when possible. What had changed? She had worn her night clothes, bare of jewelry and with her hair in a loose bun, she looked like some mad woman, she knew. But it wasn’t like anybody would be around to see her, she thought. 

She walked into a clearing humming, when she met the eyes of the one who held her heart in his palms. She froze as she saw him, taking in how he too seemed to be bare of any jewellery, without an upper cloth. The blush that overtook her was so hot she wondered if her colouring matched the kumkum that was given during poojas. 

Arulmozhi was frozen. What was she wearing? How had he never seen her in this? Is this what she wore to sleep? Bare shouldered and bare waisted? With a single cloth covering her chest area? Hair half open, strands of it flitting around her face? 

Ishvara, save me, he prayed, even as he took a step forward toward her. 

Vanathi felt her breath hitch as she saw him move towards her, the intensity of his gaze unfamiliar to her except for her occasional dream.

“Vanathi, Ardha raatriyil inge? (Vanathi, you are here in the middle of the night?)” he questioned her, gaze roving over her face and body, not really bothering to hide his reaction this time. Something about her glow in the full moon and stars made him bolder than usual. 

Vanathi visibly shuddered at his tone. Since when was his voice so deep? Was this a dream or reality itself? 

“I couldn’t sleep, Ilavarase,” she said shyly, well aware of his lingering gaze, but feeling completely comfortable due to the deep respect in his eyes despite the intensity that radiated from them. 

Arulmozhi’s brow furrowed as he heard her response. Was she not well? Did she get injured earlier? 

“Vanathi, is your health fine? Should I call…”

“Selvare I am perfectly fine. Just….”

“Restless”, she concluded, still looking at his face, afraid that if she looked anywhere else she would give away all the feelings jumping in tandem with her heartbeat.

“Why, is something the matter?” He felt as if she was restless for the same reason as him. 

“Not e-exactly, my Prince.” She stuttered out, trying not to turn red once again when he seemed to smirk knowingly. 

“Is that so? It seems we are sharing a similar restlessness, Devi,” his gaze darkened when his eyes fell on her bare shoulders. By the heavens, what was she thinking? 

Suddenly realsing the state of undress she was in, in front of Ponniyin Selvan no less, Vanathi’s eyes widened. Ishavara, what must he be thinking of her, looking like this? 

“What is it, Vanathi?” He asked, concerned.

“I–we- you”, Vanathi attempted to string together a coherent sentence, even as he took another step towards her, a smile playing on his lips. 

“Wonderful”, she thought. “Now I really should add lunacy to my long list of accomplishments, like he said.”

Clearing her throat, she cast her eyes downwards, determined to not let him reduce her to such a mess. 

He stepped into her personal space, itching to touch her waist, feel her soft skin. Vanathi, look at me, he pleaded in his mind. He saw as Vanathi took in a deep breath, the flush on her cheeks much more prominent now that he was closer. He mentally preened at being able to draw such a reaction out of her. 

What was he doing, why was he doing this? She tried to look at him discreetly, only to meet his eyes full on. She felt her body shiver at his nearness, yearning to sink into his arms and feel him around and in her. 

“I should go.” She nodded in affirmation. 

“Really?”

“Yes. I should go because if someone sees us here it would not be good for you, or your reputation.”

Arulmozhi cocked his head to one side as he continued studying her, causing her heart to cartwheel in her chest. Her entire body felt hot, and she wished she could take a dip in a pond or lake in the clothes she was in, but his presence stopped her. 

“My reputation? Vanathi, what about yours then?” he asked, still watching her with an intense gaze. She seemed to be blushing all over her body, and he was filled with a wish to feel the blush under his palms. He could see the blush disappear under her upper cloth and wondered if it extended till-

No. He could not go there. And yet….

“M-mine? It will be fine, my Prince,” she said. She knew her reputation of being in love with him was one many knew, and one she was proud to have. Even if he didn’t know it or trust it even if he did… 

‘That’s enough negativity, Vanathi, you idiot,’ she chided herself, looking at his now darkened eyes. Oh why did he look at her like that?

“Will it? You are alone, with a young man…”

“Said young man is respectful of me,” she retorted, annoyed that he was trying to find fault with himself. She blushed when his smirk widened at her words. 

“You are defending me to me?”

“Indeed I am, my Prince,” she said, raising her head defiantly. 

“The maiden I met at Thirunallam is back,” he said in awe, tracing her features. “Why did she disappear?”

“She thought she had made a grave error in calling the one meant to rule the three worlds as Yaanai Paaga,” she said, hoping he would read in between her words. 

“The Yaanai Paaga has only been yearning for that maiden,” he confessed, gently taking her palms in his, trying not to groan at how soft they were. He saw her shiver, but felt her palms tighten around his, and he could not help the brilliant smile that made its way to his face. 

“I am sorry, my Prince. My idiocy at running away cost us an early understanding,” whispered Vanathi. 

“I should have been better to you,” he whispered, pulling her close. “And I will, hereafter.”

“Ilavarase, are you saying what I think you are?”

“What do you think I’m saying, Vanathi?”

“That you feel for me as I do for you,” she whispered, shyness overcoming her as she ducked her head down, looking at his feet rather than his eyes. 

“I’m not quite sure I understand. After all, you did say there are so many matters to engage my mind.”

Vanathi gaped at the prince whose eyes seemed to be twinkling with mischief. Surely this could not be the same Ponnyin Selvan who, she had heard so much about. This childishness, the teasing, the laughter that he seemed to be holding back…. Where had this come from? Shaking her head, she took a step away from him, determined to not lose all sense of control. 

“Tell me, Devi.”

“If you do not know, how can I tell you, Ilavarase?”

He smirked, gently pulling her back close. “Hmmmm… I'm sure there are ways to remind you Ilavarasi”, Arulmozhi said, his skin burning at every point where her body touched his. Ishvara why did she have to be so soft, so lovely? 

Vanathi drew in a sharp breath as she felt his arm around her waist, securely holding her, until she was almost fully pressed against him. She saw the darkening of his eyes as her chest brushed his with each breath and instinctively moved to put her hands on his shoulders. She felt his breath hitch, and slowly, shy but sure, she trailed her hands down his arms, feeling his hardened warrior skin with delight.

Aulmozhi drew in a shuddering breath as he felt her hands move to trace his arms, stopping occasionally to linger or trace imaginary shapes on them. It was all too much; her doe eyes peering at him, her soft frame pressed against his, her petal like hands touching him. He could have sworn that there were actual sparks flying where her hands traced over him. Shutting his eyes tight, he prayed that she wouldn’t notice the small shiver that ran through him at her touch, even as his arms moved to encircle her waist tighter. 

She paused, thinking she had done something wrong. 

“Why did you stop, Vanathi?” he opened his eyes to meet hers, reading the worry in them. Was she thinking she did something wrong? To encourage her, he said, almost ordered, “Continue.”

Vanathi bit her lips lightly as the realisation struck her that the prince was more than a little affected by her. She touched only her fingertips to his arms, gently tracing again, trying not to laugh in sheer happiness. 

Arulmozhi shuddered as her hands resumed their journey, doing his best to not collapse where he stood. 

Vanathi, on the other hand, was starting to feel hot, for his skin, hardened with his hefting heavy swords, spears and axes like they were nothing, felt warm under her palms, his biceps rippling under her touch. She could feel his power as she traced his arms and shoulders over and over- was it even possible for someone with such power to hold this much control over himself?

Her Prince was incredibly unique. 

Vanathi dipped her head down, as a smile made its way onto her face as a sudden flash of boldness overtook her. She wanted to see how far his control went. She could see that she impacted him. Now she wanted to find out exactly how much of an impact she had on him. Tracing one hand upwards, she reached his shoulder, biting the inside of her cheek as she trailed one finger down, moving to trace his abdomen, even as she felt him clench his muscles at her touch. 

She was testing him, wasn’t she? His bold maiden… He had done his best not to react too outwardly, though it was clear Vanathi was not fooled. Her touch to his abdomen made him clench his muscles, wondering how the petal touch of a single finger made his muscles want to flex, as if to show off for her. Yet, exerting the highest restraint he could, he gazed at her, not realizing the impact of his smoldering gaze. 

Vanathi shuddered as she met his gaze, wondering if it were possible to spontaneously combust and liquiefy at the same time. “Ishvara this is unfair”, she thought. Why did he get to be so.. So perfect? How was anyone not to love him? 

Maybe now was his time…hmm. Arulmozhi moved closer and closer now, making her back away, till her back almost hit a tree, when he held her instead, softening the impact. His arms caged her against the tree, as his eyes traced her face, though alternately focusing between her plump red lips and darkened gaze, the pink on her cheeks now obvious all over her in a deeper shade. 

Vanathi stopped breathing altogether, as she realised she could feel the warmth of his body against her own, their noses brushing against each other, his lips a breath away from hers. It was the most natural thing in the world for her to whisper, “Swami-”

“Vanathi,” he whispered, now focusing completely on her beautiful eyes, brighter than the stars.

“What-What are we doing?”

“I don’t know… but with you, it feels natural,” he whispered softly, gently touching her palms with his own now, bringing them up to his lips to kiss, finally letting the ocean of love he had pushed deep within him to be released. 

Vanathi sighed happily, even as a thousand bolts seemed to strike her with his touch. Gently moving her hands out of his grip, she held her illavarase’s face, taking in a moment to just admire him. Had the universe made anything more perfect than him? Rising on her toes, she pressed her forehead to his, feeling her heart beat with his. 

Arulmozhi was sure that no other moment in his life had ever felt as exquisite as this one. She truly was made for him, he thought, noting how each contour of her body seemed to fit against his, how her eyes made him feel alive from the inside. She was his, and he was hers; he knew that with absolute certainty. And when he had accepted her as his queen…

Vanathi let out a small gasp as he dipped his head towards her, giving her the perfect access to place a kiss on his forehead, a small tear making it’s way down her cheek as she registered the significance of the move. 

Arulmozhi’s thumb instantly swept away the tear as it rolled down her face. Keeping their foreheads he smiled as he said, “En Idhaya Arasiye, unnidam endrume naan panindhavan thaan.” (Oh Queen of my heart, to you, I am always the one who bows down)

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Malar (a VanMozhi ficlet)

A/N: Inspired by my love for Jayam Ravi and those eyes of his OOF (feel free to imagine a younger JR in this fic as well haha). Would love to hear your thoughts in the replies!! 

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There was no way around it. 

Ever since they had all come back from Nagapattinam…her Ilavarasan had been different. 

The days where he’d barely acknowledged her presence - where she’d melted into the walls when he walked by and he didn’t even notice that she was there in the first place - were long gone. Now, she could hardly remember the last time they were in the same room together and she didn’t feel him…watching her. 

In the mandhiram, for example - as she stood next to him, desperately trying to ignore the heat of his body so close to hers. Vanathi could feel his eyes on her, watching her as she fervently tried to keep her attention on the prayers. 

And even today - in the garden, as she and Kundavai and the other maidens lay amongst the flowers, plucking and weaving garlands of jasmine and chrysanthemums, she could feel the warmth of his gaze on her as he and Vanthiyar meandered by. When she made the mistake of looking up at him, catching his eyes with her own…she could barely hold his glance for more than a second before dropping her eyes - but not before she saw his lips curve into a sly little smile. 

It was a struggle, but Vanathi kept her mouth shut until the other maidens had left to their duties.

“Akka?”

“Hmm?” 

“Ponniyin Selvan…” At the mention of her brother, Kundavai swung her head around sharply, eyes searching Vanathi’s face with interest.

“Yes? What about him?”

“W-why does he look at me so…why does he look at me like that?”

By the time Vanathi had finished stammering out her question, Kundavai had leaned back onto her arms, watching Vanathi with a knowing smirk curling her lips. 

“That’s my brother’s way of showing us that we need to get the two of you married off immediately - before…” Kundavai trailed off. 

“Before what, Akka?”

For the first time - ever, Vanathi secretly thought to herself - she looked on as her Akka flushed, hints of red and heat suffusing her cheeks, and murmured, almost under her breath, “certain things happen, kanne...I don’t know all of it either, but…” Kundavai stopped short, shaking her head. “That’s neither here nor there,” she declared, prim and firm yet again. And this time, she looked Vanathi straight on in the face, eyes warm with affection and amusement. “You and my brother shall find out - together.”

Vanathi would never admit it aloud, but deep within her…she knew what Kundavai meant. Her Arasan loved her. She was finally sure of that, had been sure of it since he became her Yaanai Paagan once again in Nagapattinam. But now that he was sure in her affection and she in his…he wanted more. He wanted to possess her, have her in the most primal way a man could a woman. He wanted her. 

And Vanathi was slowly starting to awaken to the fact that…she might just want him back in that way too. Maybe that would explain the little thrill that ran through her whenever she saw those golden muscles of his, rippling as he hefted those heavy swords and axes like they weighed nothing. Why she wanted to tangle her fingers in that thick, curling hair of his; why that self-assured smirk of his sometimes sent arrows of fire hissing through her veins.

Now, it was Vanathi’s turn to shake herself back to reality, sheepishly realizing that she’d faded off into a daydream in front of her Akka herself. But Kundavai just laughed at her, reaching out to fondly pinch her cheek. 

“He’ll be yours, kanne - soon.”

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It was a gorgeous twilight, and a gorgeous evening ceremony on the water, but Arulmozhi was slowly - and very surely - reaching the end of his rope. 

He liked to think that many of the things said about him were true - he worked hard, day in, day out to be the level-headed, calm, righteous man he needed to be for his people.

But everyone seemed to forget one crucial little fact.

The same fiery blood that ran through impetuous Sundara Chozhar’s veins, that ran through hot-headed Aditha Karikalan - ran through Arulmozhi Varman too. 

Arulmozhi only let that side of him out on rare occasions - on the battlefield, or when there was an injustice that couldn’t be corrected in any way other than force. But now, as he watched Vanathi - his Vanathi - twirling in front of him - her slender curves, the burnished bronze of her skin, set off by the milky white of the jasmine in her hair, all gleaming in the golden light…Arulmozhi burned.

As she made her way closer and closer to him, the cloying scents of jasmine, sandalwood, musk all clouded his mind to the point where he could think of one thing and one thing only - what it would be like to clasp her in his arms… to set his mouth to that velvet skin and make those plush lips of hers fall open - just for him.

So this time, when she trembled, swaying in front of him, Arulmozhi caught her up in his arms, holding his uyirin uyire against him - and he did.

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For as long as she lived, Vanathi knew that she would never forget the feeling of the first press of her lord’s lips to her skin. 

Nor the wet heat of his mouth, soothing the scratchy sting of his beard as he traced tendrils of fire down the slope of her neck.

Nor the cold metal of his rings dragging over the sensitive curve of her waist as he pressed her body to arch against the warm weight of his bulky frame…

Vanathi felt herself descending into madness at his hands. 

“Natha,” she called out softly, the word slipping off her tongue so naturally - and Vanathi couldn’t even regret it seeing how her Arasan’s eyes flicked up, darkening in response. “This- this is dangerous.”

“Why is it dangerous,” he rasped out, pressing her only more firmly into him, “for me to lay siege to what’s mine?”

And to that, Vanathi had no answer - for she was his. Her eyes slid shut as she relaxed into him, and she felt her lord’s lips curve into an answering smile against her skin.

Her akka was right - they really did need to get married.