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Ooty, Tamil Nadu

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India, 1990 Rameswaram, Tamil Nadu, India. インド タミル・ナードゥ州 ラーメシュワラム Photography by Michitaka Kurata

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இலங்கை ஒரு காலத்தில் இந்தியாவின் ஒரு பகுதியாக இருந்தது.

Sri Lanka once was part of India.

[allari-ammayi]

Butta Bomma

A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

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The Interesting Perspective

Synopsis: In the heart of Hyderabad, Y/n tends to her grandmother's antique store, a time capsule hiding stories of the past. Her routine is disrupted when she joins friends to watch the movie "Baahubali," a decision that is set to have an unremovable stain on her life.

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In the vibrant and bustling streets of Hyderabad, India, nestled amidst the chaos of modernity, there existed a quaint and almost forgotten treasure trove of history. It was a little antique store with an intriguing story of its own, now entrusted to the care of a young woman named Y/n. 

Each morning, the sun cast its gentle rays upon the old wooden door of the shop, signalling the beginning of another day. 

Y/n, with an air of quiet determination, unlocked the weathered door and stepped into a world frozen in time. The antique store, a relic itself, carried the weight of decades, its wooden beams groaning softly with age.

As the door swung open, a cloud of dust danced through the air, catching the soft glow of the morning light. Y/n took a moment to inhale the musty scent of history and nostalgia before she proceeded with her daily ritual.

Y/n's routine was as predictable as the sunrise. She gingerly dusted off the display cabinets, each one containing a piece of history that had been carefully preserved for generations.

Once the store was tidied up, Y/n took her place at the ornate wooden register. It was a perch from which she watched the world go by, albeit one that rarely saw any visitors. 

The store, hidden away in plain sight amidst the chaotic streets of Hyderabad, seemed to exist in its own tranquil bubble. Despite the city's ceaseless movement and vibrant energy, it was as if the shop was invisible to the outside world.

With the day's quietude embracing her, Y/n reached for a vintage novel, a companion she had grown fond of. The pages rustled softly as she lost herself in tales of bygone eras, immersing herself in the words on the pages. 

The store was once her grandmother's, and before that, her great-grandmother's, and before that her great-geart-grandmother's. No-one knew exactly how old it was, but it was a family relic that was passed down to Y/n.

Y/n had always been more inclined toward the pages of modern literature than the silver screen. In a world captivated by the magic of movies, she found her sanctuary in the written word. 

But as fate would have it, a new cinematic sensation swept across India, leaving a trail of fervour in its wake, bearing the name 'Bahubali.' 

It was as if a fever had taken hold of the nation, and fans had gone berserk over this cinematic marvel. People had lost their minds, raving about the epic storytelling and jaw-dropping visuals that this movie promised.

Y/n, ever the outlier in her circle, hadn't quite fathomed the craze.

Her friends, captivated by the Baahubali frenzy, hadn't understood how she remained immune to its charm.

They had pestered her relentlessly, urging her to give it a chance. Perhaps, they had thought, Y/n might just find a new love in the world of cinema.

“Come on, Y/n!!” 

“It’s really good!! We’ve already been to the movies three times this month purely because it was so good!”

“And we’ve had two movie nights where we watched the first and second movies together!”

Y/n grimaced, unsure of what to say.

“I don’t know, guys…”

“Ohh, please, Y/n!” They continued to persist, wearing down the girl.

“If it’s not as good as we promise, I swear on my life I’ll start reading that one book you told me to!” Y/n’s ears perked up at this comment as the others quickly joined in.

“In fact -  we all will!” The three girls looked at each other and began nodding in unison and urging Y/n. 

“Mmm…” Y/n’s face remained in deep thought.

“Y/n, if you come to watch the two movies with us, we all promise to immediately start reading the books.” One of the girls spoke up, finally, desperate to get her friend in front of the silver screen. Y/n craned her head to look past her friends at the deserted and empty shop. 

Y/n’s features softened and she looked at their eager faces. She let out a low sigh and looked at her friends, a smile starting to form on her lips.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt to leave the store unattended for one night,”

Finally, Y/n had relented, agreeing to accompany her friends to the movie theatre. She had been willing to set aside her literary pursuits for an evening if only to unravel the mystery of what had driven the entire nation into a state of euphoria.

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As the lights had dimmed and the colossal screen had flickered to life, Y/n's curiosity had mingled with a hint of scepticism. The opening scene had unfolded, and the grandeur of Bahubali had begun to unfurl before her eyes. 

She had watched in awe as the story had unfurled, the characters had come to life, and the visual spectacle had swept her into its embrace.

As the credits rolled and the applause of the audience resonated around her, Y/n understood why the nation had succumbed to Baahubali‘s enchantment.

Leaving the theatre, Y/n wore a smile that mirrored the newfound appreciation for the magic of movies. She might have been a devotee of modern literature, but in that moment, she had experienced the transformative enchantment of cinema. 

Y/n held a unique perspective on the characters.

Y/n possessed a deep respect for Bahubali, his qualities of honour, bravery, and selflessness impressed her. Bahubali had been a shining example of the qualities Y/n had admired most in people.

Even when it came to the character of Bhallaladeva, who had been universally despised by viewers, Y/n had found herself harbouring a different sentiment. Instead of hatred, she hadn't been able to help but pity him. 

Beneath the layers of villainy and treachery, she had glimpsed a tragic figure, consumed by ambition and insecurity, his actions driven by a thirst for approval.

While the general populace had harboured hatred and disgust for Bhallaladeva, she possessed a unique and empathetic viewpoint. Y/n had peered beneath the layers of cruelty and ambition, recognizing the tragic figure that Bhallaladeva had truly been.

In her eyes, Bhallaladeva hadn't been just a villain; he had been a product of his environment, a victim of his father's ruthless influence.

Y/n believed that if he had grown up in a different setting, devoid of the poisonous presence of his father, he could have evolved into a different, more compassionate person. 

“I can’t believe you feel sorry for Bhallaladeva, Y/n! He’s the ultimate villain!” Gowri, Y/n’s closest friend, argued as she sat across Y/n in the little coffee shop, as Y/n took a sip of her drink and continued looking down at the newspaper.

“Gowri, I know it’s hard to see, but there’s more to his character than just being a villain,” Y/n said, taking another sip, and making Gowri groan, her hazel locks swaying with her dramatic disdain.

“More to him? He’s a murderer, Y/n! He killed his own brother and lusted for his brother's wife, how can you pity someone like him!?” Gowri's grey eyes were full with a sense of determination to prove Bhallaladeva to be a vilian.

“Everyone’s a murderer in this movie, Gowri. Besides, I’m not condoning his actions, but just think about it. He grew up in a toxic environment with a father like Bijjaladeva. The constant pressure, the endless manipulation, the unhealthy influence…” Y/n shuddered, just thinking about what Bhalla likely grew up with.

“That’s no excuse for his treachery. He betrayed his family and his kingdom, he’s disgusting!” Gowri spat. Y/n sighed, finally placing her mug down on the table and laying her paper flat, looking up at Gowri.

"I get that, but I can't help but wonder if, under different circumstances... He might have turned out differently," Y/n said, softly, in a comforting voice. Gowri gaped at her, her mouth open and eyes wide.

"Are you serious? He's power-hungry and ruthless. He deserved the fate that came to him."

"It's just that the complexity of his character intrigues me. What if he felt trapped, burdened by the expectations placed upon him?" Y/n said thoughtfully, “What if he was feeling betrayed by his own mother? That everything that belonged to him was being shared with his cousin? Even that thought wouldn’t be his fault, it would be his father’s.”

"Y/n, he had a choice! He chose evil, plain and simple." Gowri said with a huff, crossing her arms.

"I'm not saying he didn't make terrible choices. It's just that I can't help but feel a sense of pity for someone who may have been a victim of his own circumstances." Y/n’s tone remained gentle.

"I can't believe you're defending him, Y/n," Gowri said in disbelief, shaking her head.

"I'm not defending him, Gowri. I'm just trying to understand. Stories like Baahubali make us question the complexities of human nature and the choices people make." Y/n said, calmly.

“Well, I still think he’s the worst.” Gowri childishly puffed out her cheeks and looked out of the window as Y/n lightly chuckled, shaking her head.

"And that's the beauty of storytelling. It sparks conversations and lets us see things from different angles." Y/n said with a clever smile, eyeing Gowri as she took another short sip of her drink.

Rather than hating Bhallaladeva, Bijjaladeva, the conniving and power-hungry uncle, had been the object of her disdain. Y/n had loathed him for his nefarious influence over his son, Bhallaladeva. 

The sick thoughts and twisted desires he had sown in Bhallaladeva’s mind for his own greed had been inexcusable.

Y/n's fascination didn't stop at the cinema. She had felt compelled to dive deeper into their psyche, to unravel the intricacies of Bhallaladeva and Bahubali’s dynamic, lives, and the forces that had shaped them.

This curiosity led Y/n to embark on a literary journey of her own. She had poured her thoughts, insights, and emotions into a twenty-thousand-word analytical essay, meticulously dissecting the characters and their intertwining destinies. 

Her essay had become a labour of love.

'If I were ever magically given the chance to change the fate of Bhallaladeva and assist him to tread a path of light and goodness, I would value the opportunity and do my best to secure him a good future.'

Little had she known that her writings would soon become more than just words on a page, as destiny had had a mysterious plan in store.

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Vēṭkai (Part -1)

Karikalan knows that going in meant that there is no exit, no way to live once he stepped inside the room which was light by his past love who now waits for him to plunge his heart. He knows that there will be no going back, and he didn't want to go back. All these years he waited and endure the torture of his own heart that cause him great loss. If this is what will free him then he wants it to accept it, what's better than letting it go by her hands?

As he entered the surroundings made it look as if he is teleported to this world where it was just him and her. There she is currently close to the ground and touching the sword that is on the ground. A gold-embedded sword with a fish-like structure adorning its hold. But it's her fish-like eyes that captivated him. There she just being her, her skin glows like shining gold, her hair black as khol that spreads to the surface, Her face showed both longing and hurt along with something he can't read. As he proceeds to get near her she looks up and meets his eyes.

There they are feeling like a 15 yr old who fell in love with each other, who didn't expect anything from each other, who wants to live together and cherish their love. But here they are now completely separated by their duties, their living, their pride.

When the words failed. When the eyes look through each other's souls. When the time stops two hearts can beat at once.

Aditha watch Nandhini silently picking up the sword, the same sword which she kept to take his life.

Nandhini abruptly stood and placed the sword in between them, ready to pierce his heart and take his life to present to the ones she owed. The sharp end of the sword poked Aditha's chest, a tiny scarping of the skin causes it to tear and from inside a single drop of blood poured out. He didn't care or give sense to it nor did he acknowledge it. It was her eyes that held the answers to all his answers.

Nandhini opened her mouth to speak for the first time over the years to him

NANDHINI: I have been waiting for this moment my whole life.

ADITHA: You do?

NANDHINI: Yes, I do! you are the reason for my life being hell, you are the reason I have been banished out of the kingdom. You are the reason that I am having to deal with all kinds of madness that is played out so far in my life. So for that, I will be the reason for your death

Aditha held the sword that has been cutting his chest little by little and dig it deeper. But the action made Nandhini nervous and tried to take it out of his hand. She knew that they are being watched and this is the moment she was trained for, but her emotions are making her blind and her hand are trembling to not take action further.

Silent tears fell down her eyes running down her cheeks, and that's when she knew that she can't do it. How could she? After all it's him, the one who made her fall in love and made her earn for the same love over the years. Seems both of them need the same thing.

His eyes didn't leave hers. How could he look away, it's her! Who made him feel harder for her. She is his as much as he is hers.

NANDHINI: After all this time?

ADITHA: (smiling softly) Always.

Like the cry of the peacock who is missing her mate, Nandini dropped the sword and hugged the man before her. The souls which are separated for a long time finally touched others to drink from each other. No other thoughts crossed their mind. Aditha hugged her back and silently caressed her upper back like a feather going down and buried his head into her aroma-filled hair. It is like he finally breathed into the life of elixir which made him feel alive.

With her head against his chest, she listened to his heart beating faster but that made her feel safe, safe after life long run that finally led her to her destiny. This is her destiny, at that moment her past trauma has been forgotten, her relationship with others has been forgotten, and now she is just a Nandhini who was waiting for her prince long back.

But their moment of solitude with each other was short-lived, Karikalan was quick on his feet and took out the dagger that has been in his hip, and shoved Nandhini to his back to protect them from whoever that is in the room with them.

NANDHINI: You have to leave! I will hold them, please escape from here.

ADITHA: (Looks at her with a smile) Do you think I am going to leave you here with those people? after all this time! We will be out of here but I won't be running away like a coward.

He jumped to his feet as Ravidasan came towards them but Aditha is quick on his feet and made a dagger cut the chest of the enemy who is currently standing in front f him.

Nandhini watched the fight helplessly, She knew Karikalan could able to overpower Ravidasan but he is not alone there, as she is thinking Devaralan came running inside but he is been caught by Vandiyathevan who just in time broke the door lock to defend his Prince. And also he heard everything, but who is he to judge as what he witness is nothing but pure love.

Nandhini went in and held Ravidasan's hand from going forward with his action, the look of betrayal crossed Ravidasan's face and anger took over him as the woman who promised to support them and kill the Chola prince now turned against them. Just cause of her itch to be with a prince, and he looked at her with utter disgust. But Nandini didn't care, all these years she helped them and made sure to do so without expecting anything in return.

Ravidasan pushed her and fought with Aditha, he have to say that the Chola prince is indeed a great warrior, that he give him and it would be an honor to take his head off and keep it as a trophy. Maybe Kotravai is blessing him to do the killing. As he yield the sword and run to take the life out of the Chola prince, he planned to first strike at his stomach and make him weak to see the pain, the Chola prince's experience should be equal to what his King Veera Pandian experienced at the last moment.

But as he struck the sword it punctured the stomach but not Aditha Karikalan's but Nandini's who was now standing in front of him. Aditha froze and held the body of his love who saved him, the one he fell in love with saved his life and doesn't care that she took the blow for him. Vandiyadevan looked at the scene and anger consumed him as he punched Devaralan and got hold of Ravidasan by his neck.

VANDIYADEVAN: Ilavarase(Prince)! you have to take Devi Nandini to Vaidyar now! I will hold them as much as I can.

Aditha didn't wait for one sec he carried Nandini and she rested her head against his chest. If this is how she is going to go then she is most fortunate. She may have gone against the promise she made for Veera Pandian but nothing comes before Love, Heart wants what it wants.

ADITHA: Don't close your eyes, Nandini, don't you dare do it.

His voice broke as he said those lines and his eyes never left his lover's body which is now slowly losing its blood. He couldn't use the regular way to get outside of the palace nor did he trust the raja vaidya here will be helpful, he knew that down the hill a Siddha vaidya works for the poor. His legs carried him outside and to the end of the hill. As he is going to descend the hill a loud shouting made him turn around only to be struck by an arrow in his chest a few inches away from Nandini's head

There stood Ravidasand and injured Devaralan who is making sure to get the task done, but one thing they didn't expect is there is no fear in the eyes of Karikalan who stood there holding his love close to him, he is not running away but he is in need to make sure to protect his Nandini. As the thoughts consumed him he smiled at the attackers. Vandiyadevan came running shouting at the attackers along with him all the Kadamburs and other chieftains who is shocked to witness the scene before them.

Karikalan looked down to see Nandini smiling at him, even with both of them in so much pain this moment made them happy. He knew that they can't be together here, nobody would accept, as he looked down at the hill and back to Nandini who nodded her head like she knows what was going on inside his brain. As he smiled at her he stepped backward and welcomed the fall with grace. There they are finally reunited and happy, even if it's dead they are together and none can now separate them.

VANDIYADEVAN: Ilavarase! No! No!

As he run towards the end of the hill ready to jump in to save his prince but was held back by Kandamaran, who told him to not do it, as they are already dead by now. Vandiyadevan sobbed and cried his heart out. Ravidasan and Devaralan escaped like how the wind goes by fast to not get captured.  Smirking at themselves that they are now closer to defeating Cholas.

Is this the end of the love of the Chola crown prince and the beauty of his eye?

                                             To be Continued..

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like comedians, I think a lot of Egyptians would say less evil shit if they got smacked for it more often and knew that was on the table

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Green Forest, Ooty

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Obsessed with this song!?!?!?!?

[ghumindiaghum]

#Kumbakonam Travel Guide: Hidden Gems & Local Insights see more at: https://shorturl.at/BLzur Kumbakonam is a town in #TamilNadu known for its rich history and cultural heritage. Often called the City of Temples, it has a good number of ancient #temples, each with its own story.

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Arwi dates to the 8th Century CE when travel and trade in the medieval world sparked a curious intermingling of tongues. It leapt to prominence in the 17th Century, when more Muslim Arab traders landed in the South Indian state of Tamil Nadu, which was full of Tamil speaking people. The traders brought with them rich tapestries and the finest textiles and perfumes like frankincense and myrrh–records say they longed to establish a deeper connection with the local people because they felt connected by a common religion but spoke two different languages.

The Arabic that the traders spoke intermingled with the local language of Tamil to create what scholars call Arabu Tamil, or Arwi. The script employs a modified alphabet of Arabic, but the actual words and their meanings are borrowed from the local Tamil dialect.

—Kamala Thiagarajan, Arwi: The lost language of the Arab-Tamils, BBC Travel

[nidhi-writes]

Vēṭkai (Part -2)

Third Person POV

'Children, please stop running' a soft voice said to the hyperactive kids making their parents reach old age very quickly.

'Arun! Kundavai! listen to your mother!' a strong voice shouted at his beloved kids who froze in their spot and giggled at their father's antics to make them obey. But it worked, as they ran towards their heavily pregnant mother and hugged her belly.

'You should be resting' said the man and smiled softly at his wife with so much love.

'Well, of course, I should be as you are the one who made me heavily pregnant for the third time' She said with a smirk. and the kids again started to play with each other.

'Well you were not complaining when I made you pregnant' He whispered to her which resulted in him being whacked at his chest for being profound in front of their children.

They both laughed and she laid her head against his chest. As she traced patterns at the top of his shirt she stared at the place where there is a huge scar that sits on top of his left chest area, which is visible and can be peeked through the shirt.

Memories rushed towards her and she still remembered the day it happen just like yesterday.

Nandhini POV

A huge gasp left my mouth and my eyes opened up only to be blinded by lights. All the events that had happened flashed through my mind and I abruptly get up to see where I am.

'Shh! Take it easy. Don't get up too fast' A voice said while holding me. I am not sure what they are saying but my trembling self said to be calm. But my mind went into a frenzy again thinking of ilavarasar Karikalan, and he is nowhere to be seen.

'கரிகாலரே! எங்கே இருக்குறீர்கள்?'(Karikalar! Where are you)My voice started to get louder as I whipped my head right and left, the more I search the more scarier I got. This place is weird and filled with things I can't understand.

'Karikalan? Is the one who was with you?' An elderly woman in front of me asked, she looks divine and had this sense of calmness towards her. But I still can't understand what is she saying. Am I a different kingdom? That couldn't be possible cause the last thing I remember being fallen off the cliff and holding on to my love. How am I even alive? But I can here her saying Karikalan's name so she might have known him so I nodded my head hoping I got what she asked me right.

'You can understand me, right? ok let me try in Tamizh, Unga per enna?' Her words made me tilt my head, I can partially understand the last bit she spoke. Was it Tamizh? but not exactly the same. But I can get from that that she is asking my name.

I pointed at me and said 'எந்தன் பெயர் நந்தினி ஆகும் ' (My name is Nandhin)I said hoping she got it and she did. So I wanted to ask her about Karikalar.

'கரிகாலர் எங்கே? அவரை நான் காணவேண்டும்'(Where is Karikalar? I want to see him) At this moment I am desperate to know whether he is safe or not. But the look on the face of the woman before me changed. As she tried to comprehend what I told her.

'shhh, shh, ok ok,' She said and tried to action me to calm down, and I suddenly felt a stinging pain in my stomach only to check that the wound is stitched up, it was killing me. Before I ask again I saw an elderly man walking inside, who looks muscular and tall. He doesn't look like a person from Chola Desam, definitely, we are in some other kingdom. But it's a good thing if so, as here we at least have some time before anyone knows who we are.

'Oh, you are awake! How are you feeling' Again with the language I can't understand, what is it!! My confusion made him quickly ask the same thing in somewhat Thamizh which I understand partially.

'Neenga 2 varama ah coma la irukeenga, you should take rest' His words are jumbled for me. 2 varam?

As if they can understand my feelings they nodded their heads. They asked to sit me on a chair with wheels, woah and it can move. It's so strange but I am glad that I don't have to walk as the pain when I felt while standing up was so intense. As they went from one room to another and end up in a room that was similar to mine. There he was in the middle of the bed sleeping. With their broken Tamizh they explained to me that he was also in a coma for the past two weeks and hope will be waking up soon.

I just sat next to him and held his hand close to my chest and prayed to Krishna just asking him to help him. Help my Prince.

Three weeks later

It's been three weeks since I woke up in this strange place, over this period I learned that the elderly couple whose names are (Bala and Shubha) saw us injured at the bottom of what they called Kolli malai, As they are both local physicians and help poor people around the native are they made sure to take us to their home. Through them, I learned that currently, it's the year 2013 and that news made my head spin. As I see them as my parents cause of the way they treated me I entrusted them with my identity. But it was very difficult cause they don't understand my pure Tamil but we came up with a pattern and I am learning their language as well. And also it made them stop informing the Police cause they think that would be best for us until we come up with a plan.

As they don't have any children they are glad that they have someone in the house as the age as their children if they had one.

For the past these weeks I sat next to him, my love hoping that he wake up soon, but each day passed with no improvement. But Appa Bala says to not lose hope.

'Aazhi Mazhai Kannaa

Ondru Nee Kai Karavel

Aazhiyul Puku

Muganthu Kodaarththeri

Oozhi Mudhalvan Uruvampol

Meikaruthu

Paaliyanth Tholudaip

Padpanaban Kaiyyil

Aazhipol Minni

Aazhipol Minni

Valampuripol Nindrathirnthu

Thaazhaathey Saarngam

Uthaitha Saramazhaipol

Tears slipped from my eyes and my lips tremble, I just don't know what else I should do. I closed my eyes and sang those again and again. Suddenly I left someone touching my cheeks. My eyes flew open to see Karikalan now wiping my tears off and smiling at me. I couldn't stop my tears I just never thought I would see this day, hoping we would be together.

Vaazha Ulaginil

Peithidaai Naangalum

Maargazhi Neeraada

Magizhnthelo Rembaavaai'

'ஒருவழியாக நீ எனக்காக ஒரு பாடல் பாடிவிட்டாய்'(After all this time, you have finally sang for me) His words made me laugh.

A few months later

Karikalan had a very hard time for the first few weeks to live this new life in this new era. He couldn't believe that there is no Chola desam and that they were defeated long back. His anger and cries worried Bala and Shuba but they tried their best to make us comfortable. We are not sure how we can repay them.

Currently, we are in Thanjai as now it comes under Tamilnadu and the country they call is India.

'இச்சிறப்பான கோயிலை எழுப்பியது எம் தமையனா?'(Is it really my younger brother was the one who made this beautiful temple?)Tears fell from his eyes as he traced Arunmozhi's name which was mentioned as Raja Raja Cholan. He doesn't want to leave cause this is the place that was made by his brother.

A year later

Right now we are getting comfortable in this place, we tried to visit Kadambur but nothing helped us to go back, so we rested the case and accepted that here we live, We have also been customed to technology and we are so fascinated.

After nearly a year later discovering us in a tragic state, Bala and Shuba made sure to get us IDs which they use here to identify themselves.

It was hard but they had some influence. We also learned modern Tamil along with English to communicate. We both were healed and in good health now. Karikalan started working in a nearby school as a martial teacher and I conduct a singing class. Mostly they are thanking my Krishna who guided us to this life.

Sometimes I get fright that all these are just a mere dream and I will be waking up to reality. But if it was a dream then I don't want to wake up at all.

Three years later (2017 - almost 2018)

It was that windy night Karikalan asked me to marry him. At first, I don't know whether I should say yes or no. As I am already a married woman and it was considered a shame back from where we came from. But in reality, we are thousands of years into the future and it doesn't matter now.

With a peak in a cheek and caress to his chin I sealed my lips to his, answering his question without a word. That night turned into one of the most beautiful nights when we have become one together. We do not know whether it is the wind or the smell of the sand or the calmness inside the house where Shuba and Bala went for a vacation leaving us alone or just the desperation of wanting to feel the feeling of being touched by love.

His strong arms caged me and lifted my hips and meet me at the right spot each time. Moans erupted throughout the room making it sound like a melody of love. Throughout our love making we didn't look away from each other, nor we can.

At the final snap of the hips, my vision got white and his lips sealed mine drinking away my muffled moans. We both are full of each other.

And it continues way more than once. As we got married a few months after, Karikalan made sure we mate like bunnies in a mating season and made sure I got pregnant and I did.

10 Months later

With heavy breaths leaving my mouth and sweat building up, it was then our first baby, our beautiful baby boy came to this world. As others laid him on top of my breast tears of joy fell down. All the pain I felt doesn't matter now and I will go for thousand times again and again if needed.

We know what we are going to name him and KArikalan asked me about the name I would definitely want him to have the name of the most generous, powerful warrior/King who ever lived, Arunmozhi.

'வாழ்க பல்லாணடு எம் இளவரசே அருண்மொழி'(Long live the prince, Arunmozhi) Karikalan sang and I smiled at the scene to capture it on my memory forever.

A year later

It was the end of 2019 and we welcomed our second child, our baby girl who we named Kundavai. Yes even though I had some spats with real Kundavai I always admired her and what else I can ask in a girl who can be filled with knowledge, administrative thinking, and beauty as this world has never seen.

And yes, Karikalan couldn't help wanting to mate again and again. God, I am not sure how this man ever lived without having it for most of his life back then.

Present day - 2023

Third Person POV

Nandhini let out a giggle after thinking about how their life turned into heaven and how their family is shaping up.

She lightly kisses up the scars that sit on top of Karikalan's chest as he kissed her head.

'So what we are going to name the one which looks like will be popped out any day' He asked and gently massaged her hips. A silent moan left Nandini's lips as the sensation felt wonderful.

She smiled and thought, She really wanted to carry the name of her mother, the name Vallavarayan Vanthiyathevan mentioned. And she has a feeling that this one also be a girl.

'How about Mandakini' She answered to which Karikalan smiled and nodded.

'But we still have to have one more so we can name him Vanthiyadevan' He said and wiggled his eyebrow.

Arunmozhi who is currently five years turned around as he heard the name he always loved. His father always mentioned his friend Vallavarayan Vanthiyadevan.

'Are we going to have Vanthiyadevan also? Yes!!' The child laughed and hugged his sister who currently didn't understand what it is at the tender age of 3 1/2 but laughed along with her brother.

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They have it all and they also have parent figures who made sure to help them on every step. As the family enjoyed it appears to be the start of the Chola bloodline that again will raise to his power one day. One can hope, can't we?

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