#vanathi

[ahamasmiyodhah]

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.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @zeherili-ankhein (a Diwali gift to you🪔)

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?

.

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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[vishnavishivaa]

Ponniyin Selvan headcanon 1:

Vanathi and Karikalan were best friends; she could be blunt and open with him in a way she couldn’t with anyone else, he could be entirely open to her, and she won’t judge him for his angriest of thoughts.

@ahamasmiyodhah @yehsahihai @thegleamingmoon @mahi-wayy @houseofbreadpakoda @willkatfanfromasia @arachneofthoughts @moon-880

[philtstone]

Ponniyin Selvan + text posts for @foolgobi65​ my beloved

+BONUS

[perioddramapolls]

Period dramas dresses tournament: Orange dresses Semifinals- Groups C & D: Viola de Lesseps, Shakespeare in love (pics set) vs Vanathi, Ponniyin Selvan (appears in the first gif of this gifset)

[nspwriteups]

Hey please update stories on vanmouzli

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

[dumdaradumdaradum]

We're literally living on crumbs i tell you.. but we'll take it 😭😭 also like sir? The chemistry? They deserved more screentime together 🥺

This scene really made me think of what it must have looked like when he saved her during floods 🥺 that sequence will forever have my 💓

Gif credit - @mizutaama

[whippersnappersbookworm]

Both of them had some mad matchmaking skills. They can give Seema Aunty a run for her money

[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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Avalathu Kalvan (VanMozhi one shot)

Vaanathi, the princess of Kodumbalur, sat by her palace window in Thanjai, the capital of the Chola Kingdom. She gazed out, lost in thought, remembering her teenage years when she faced relentless bullying.

Her vision transformed into the memory of her first time in Pazhaiyarai.

She was a young girl sitting on the riverbed, tears streaming down her face. Her parents had passed away, leaving her orphaned. The other children taunted her, calling her an "unlucky princess" and shunning her from their games and conversations. The loneliness and despair weighed heavily on her young heart, and she often found solace in the quiet company of the river.

As Vaanathi recalled those painful memories, she felt a deep sadness wash over her. Despite her royal status, she had known great sorrow and hardship. But she also remembered the inner strength that had carried her through those dark times, which had helped her endure and persevere.

As she sat by the Ponni River in Pazhayarai, the gentle water flow calmed her nerves, and Vaanathi felt a familiar anxiety creeping in. She had barely arrived and already met the kind Chola princess Kundhavai, who had welcomed her warmly. But amidst the new surroundings and the friendly faces, Vaanathi couldn't shake off the fear of the unknown.

She was anxious about meeting Arunmozhi Varman, the youngest royal of the Chola Kingdom, who was adored by all. She had heard so much about him, his kindness, and his charisma. She couldn't help but secretly admire him from afar, though she had never seen him.

"What if he doesn't like me?" she thought, her heart skipping at the mere idea of meeting him. She knew she had to make a good impression, but her nerves got the best of her as she sat by the river, lost in her thoughts.

As the evening sky started to darken and the birds began to bid goodbye, Vaanathi's heart thumped with the possibility of doing something wrong. 

As she was lost in her thoughts, Vaanathi suddenly heard the sound of hooves approaching. She turned to see a teenage boy riding his horse towards her with admiring eyes. Startled by the sudden interruption to her solitude, Vaanathi quickly stood up. She felt disappointed that her peaceful moment by the river had been disrupted abruptly. The boy looked at her with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting the fading light of the day. He dismounted from his horse and approached her, his gaze never leaving her face.

"You looked like a beautiful nymph, lost in the beauty of the evening sky," he said softly, his voice hinting at admiration.

Vaanathi felt her cheeks flush at the compliment. She had never been compared to a nymph before and wasn't sure how to respond. She looked down, feeling suddenly shy under his gaze.

Vaanathi quickly let go of her shyness and stood straight, reminding herself of her status as a princess. Despite her initial shyness, she tried to sound harsh when she asked the boy who he was. However, her innocent voice came out more like a kitten meowing.

The boy, amused, laughed but quickly composed himself. "I am a stable boy working in the palace," he replied.

As Vaanathi heard the boy's explanation, her eyes narrowed. For a stable boy, he looked remarkably polished and well-kept. She couldn't help but admire how he cared for himself, even in his role.

"I see," Vaanathi said, trying to maintain her composure. "As a stable boy, you seem to take great pride in your appearance."

The boy smiled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Appearances can be deceiving; sometimes, things are not as they seem."

Curious, the boy asked, "And who might you be?"

Vaanathi hesitated momentarily before replying, "I am Vaanathi, Princess of Kodumbalur."

"Princess," the boy repeated with a hint of surprise. "It's an honour to meet you, Princess Vaanathi."

Vaanathi slightly let go of her fake seriousness and smiled as she relaxed at the boy's gaze before her. She sat down and looked at the space beside her, indicating that he would sit beside her.

The boy understood the silent invitation and sat beside her, leaving a respectful distance between them. They sat silently momentarily, watching the river flow gently past them.

"It's peaceful here," the boy said, breaking the silence. "I often come here to escape the hustle and bustle of the palace."

Vaanathi nodded, enjoying the tranquillity of the moment. She opened up to this stranger despite knowing very little about him.

"I come here to find solace," she admitted softly. "Being a princess can be lonely at times."

The boy looked at her with understanding in his eyes. "I understand. Even though I'm just a stable boy, I often feel the weight of expectations on my shoulders."

They sat in companionable silence, each lost in their thoughts. Despite their different backgrounds, Vaanathi felt a connection with the boy beside her, which went beyond their titles and positions.

"But what's troubling you, princess, if you don't mind me asking?" he said, looking at her face admiringly, taking in her eyes, lips, nose, and everything about her.

Vaanathi exhaled slowly, relieved to confide in someone. She closed her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"From the time of my birth, I have always believed that I bring bad luck to the people I love," she admitted her voice barely above a whisper. "My parents passed away when I was young, and I have always felt responsible for their deaths. I fear anyone close to me will suffer the same fate."

The boy listened intently, his gaze soft and understanding. He reached out and gently took her hand in his, offering her comfort and reassurance.

"It's not your fault, princess," he said softly. "Bad things happen to everyone, but that doesn't mean you're cursed. Sometimes, we have to believe that things will get better."

Vaanathi felt a warmth spread through her at his words. For the first time in a long time, she felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, her luck was about to change.

"So, as a Kodumbalur princess, what brought you to Pazhayarai?" he asked, his curiosity evident.

Vaanathi raised an eyebrow at his question. For a stable boy, he sure did talk a lot. She decided to indulge him with an answer.

"Well, I am here to meet the royals, and I've already met the princess," she replied. "But I am nervous for tomorrow, as I will meet the two Princes of Chola Desam."

The boy nodded, understanding her apprehension. "Meeting royalty can be intimidating, but I'm sure you'll do just fine."

Vaanathi smiled gratefully at his words. Despite his humble station, the boy's words were comforting, and she felt a sense of calm wash over her.

"Thank you," she said softly.

The boy smiled back, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, I am just a stable boy, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here."

Vaanathi hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "I am nervous because this is the first time I will meet Arunmozhi Varman, whom I am meant to marry."

The boy's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered and smiled at her. "Why nervous if you are going to marry him?" he asked.

Vaanathi sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "What if he doesn't like me? I am not the strongest nor the most beautiful. I am just an orphan princess with nothing else to offer."

The boy gently took her hand, offering her comfort. "You are more than your titles, Princess Vaanathi. You have a kind heart and a gentle spirit. Prince Arunmozhi will see that and cherish you for who you are."

Vaanathi smiled, touched by his words. Despite being just a stable boy, he had a way of making her feel valued and understood.

The stable boy reached into his bag, which he always carried, and pulled out something that caught Vaanathi's curiosity. She watched closely as he turned around, asking her to open her palm and close her eyes. She did so hesitantly, feeling something round and cold placed in her hand.

"Open your eyes," he said gently.

Vaanathi opened her eyes to find a beautiful golden ball in her palm. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. This looked expensive.

The boy smiled at her reaction. "I crafted this from bits of gold I collected since childhood," he explained. "I always carried it with me. It brings me calm and serves as a lucky charm."

"You should keep it for tomorrow, for good luck," he suggested, noticing Vaanathi's apprehension about the upcoming meeting with the Chola princes.

Vaanathi shook her head, hesitant to accept such a precious gift from a stranger. But the boy persisted, his eyes filled with sincerity.

"I insist," he said softly. "It's just a small token of my appreciation for your kindness and for sharing your story with me."

Vaanathi looked at the golden ball in her hand, feeling touched by the boy's gesture. Despite his humble status, he was willing to give her something precious. She closed her fingers around the golden ball, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort wash over her.

"Thank you," she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude.

The stable boy smiled at her and slowly bid her goodbye. As he turned to leave, Vaanathi couldn't help but ask, "How can I meet you again to return this golden ball to you?"

The boy turned back, his smile warm and reassuring. "I will come before you when I want it back," he said cryptically.

With that, he left, disappearing into the fading light of the day. Vaanathi watched him go, her heart filled with hope and happiness. She knew their paths would cross again, and she looked forward to the day when she could return the golden ball to him.

As the next morning dawned, Vaanathi got ready for the day ahead. She dressed in her finest attire, the golden ball safely tucked away in a pocket close to her heart. Just as she was about to leave her chambers, Princess Kundhavai entered, her face beaming excitedly.

"Good morning, Vaanathi!" Kundhavai exclaimed. "Are you ready for the meeting with the princes?"

Vaanathi nodded, returning Kundhavai's smile. Together, they made their way to the royal court, where the meeting would occur. Vaanathi's heart fluttered with nervous anticipation, but she felt a sense of calm knowing that she carried the golden ball with her, a reminder of the kind and hopeful encounter she had with the stable boy by the river.

As they entered the royal court, Vaanathi held the golden ball tightly, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. She thought of the stable boy and his kind smile, finding comfort in the memory. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

Startled, Vaanathi looked up to see a tall boy a few years older than her looking down at her with a smirk. "Please don't be Arunmozhi, please don't be Arunmozhi," Vaanathi prayed silently, but the boy seemed to hear her and chuckled. Kundhavai, who was beside her, laughed as well.

"Don't worry, this is not Arunmozhi," Kundhavai reassured her. "This is Aditha Karikalan, my and Arunmozhi's elder brother."

"Sorry to disappoint you, my dear princess," Aditha joked, extending a hand to welcome her. Vaanathi smiled sheepishly, relieved that it wasn't Arunmozhi.

Kundhavai then asked about their brother, and all heads turned to the footsteps behind them. Vaanathi's eyes met with familiar ones, the eyes that made her feel calm and safe, the face that made her blush. Standing before her was the stable boy. Before Vaanathi could speak to him, Kundhavai looped her arm through his and brought him closer.

"Vaanathi, meet my little brother, Arunmozhi," Kundhavai introduced.

Vaanathi's heart raced. How could the stable boy be a prince? Her anxiety soared, and her vision started to blur. Before she could collapse, Arunmozhi caught her, his smile warm as he gently caressed her hair.

Flashback Ends

The now slightly older Vaanathi chuckled at her memory as she rolled the golden ball between her palms. "What made my queen so happy?" a voice called out. She looked up to see her husband, the great King Arunmozhi Varman, standing tall and strong with a face filled with love.

"I was thinking about a stable boy who captured my heart," Vaanathi replied, smiling at him.

"A stable boy?" Arunmozhi feigned hurt. "Where is this stable boy? I will have his head!" he joked, and they both laughed as they cuddled each other.

"Careful, my King," Vaanathi teased. "I am currently pregnant with his baby."

Arunmozhi gasped jokingly. "What?!"

Vaanathi Nodded as she laughed at her husband, to which ArunMozhi wiggled his eyebrows.

'What?' Vaanathi questioned. ‘Well, I am waiting for the princess to return the golden ball. She borrowed it from the stable boy," he said, and Vaanathi shook her head, stating, "The princess has now become queen, so her rules, as she has already given heart." She whispered as she closed their distance, and their lips met.

She knew they were destined to be together no matter where their journey started, ruling their kingdom with love and compassion.

Ohh! I am in love with the above AI art; it just gives me a peek at the romance that post-marriage VanMozhi would have had.

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[mounamelanoyi]

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.

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My beloved...

[ahamasmiyodhah]

Arulmozhi Varman and Kodumbalur Vanathi from Ponniyin Selvan (dir. manirathnam)

Made by @mahi-wayy

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[vishnavishivaa]

A Mother's Love

Thanjavur shone in the radiance of now being ruled by Raja Raja Cholan, born Arulmozhi Thevan, though he was most commonly referred to as Arulmozhi Varman and Ponniyin Selvan, to this day. It was the second year of his reign, and music flowed in delight at the gentleness yet ferocity of their King, who they crowned as the greatest of all time. Amidst them, a young teenager, who placed not just immense admiration but an unending pride on the current Chola Emperor, walked along the gardens. The blooming flowers soothed him nearly as much as his mother did.

Madhurantakan Vikraman, the heir of the Chola Kingdom, the eldest son of Raja Raja Cholan and his first wife, Udaiya Pirattiyar Vaanavan Maadeviyar, commonly known as Vaanathi, felt like he bore the weight of the world on his shoulders. He had been raised from a young age by not just his Amma and Appa, but also by his Athai, his Periya Patti Sembiyan Maadevi, and his Chittis, as they entered his life. He was the closest to his father's second and third wives, Loka Maadevi and Panchavan Maadevi, after his mother. Vaanathi was Madhurantakan's solace, his calmness. His father often remarked that he was a lot like Arulmozhi himself when it came to Vaanathi, which made Madhurantakan beam with pride, every single time.

He sighed, touching the flowers lightly. His mother was doing a very tough vratam to pray for Chola Nadu, and his Chittis were aiding her, both following their own vratas for the same. Madhurantakan always felt that the spiritual growth his Amma, Chittis and Appa had shown aided in the unity of Chola Nadu, and he wanted to see devotion and spirituality grow.

A sudden inspiration struck him, and he turned, just as his eleven year old, almost twelve year old brother Araiyan ran up to him.

"Anna! Anna!"

"Calm down, Aru. What is it?" Madhurantakan asked, half curious, half worried. While he himself was a prankster, when Araiyan got something in his mind, the process ended up involving all the children and the results, scoldings from Vaanathi for all the children.

"Anna, Appa is with Amma and Chittis. They have some royal matters to discuss, and Appa asked me to spend time with you."

"And?"

"I have an idea!"

Madhurantakan shook his head fondly, eyeing his hyper brother. He should have known, but he was also looking forward to this. Pranks with Araiyan always allowed him to feel better and pulled him away from his overthinking spiral.

"Tell me about it, as we go and recruit Mathi."

Madhurantakan winced as he met his mother's stern eyes, and he pouted, knowing he looked exactly like his father when he did that. Kundavai and Arulmozhi seemed to smirk at each other, both knowing what Madhurantakan was doing. Vaanathi, however, was not fooled, for her eyes narrowed, and it was only Danti Sakti's (Loka Maadevi's) gentle touch that stopped the former from bursting into an angry rant.

Vaanathi took a deep breath, and sweetly began to question the children, and the troop of siblings and cousins exchanged looks. They were all going to get it from Vaanathi then, and they knew it.

Madhurantakan had to smile though. His mother's scoldings felt like delight to him.

****

"Vaanathi?"

Vaanathi looked up from her documents to meet her husband's eyes. She placed them down, standing up to open her arms for him, laughing when he sunk into them immediately. They somehow fit, despite Vaanathi being much smaller than her way too tall, well built due to practice and war husband. She giggled softly when he pecked her neck, his strong arms cradling her form against his own. He snuggled into her, before taking her to their bed to hug her more.

"What is wrong, my Lord?" she ran her fingers through his hair, and he sighed, huffing a soft laugh.

"How do you always know, my love?"

"I just know you, husband. Tell me, what is the matter?" she left a soothing kiss on his forehead, smiling when she felt his muscles relax.

"I am worried about Madhu."

Vaanathi sighed. She too was worried about their elder son. He walked around like he held the world on his shoulders, and Araiyan had come to her with his worries about his elder brother as well. She looked at her husband and said, "He is much like you, Swami. You were so when you were nineteen, were you not?"

"I never wanted my children to feel this way, Vaanathi. Not any of them," the Emperor confessed, anguish crossing his face. "Did you talk to Sakti and Azhagi about this?"

"I did, Swami. And they too noticed Madhu's change in behaviour. Sakti, of course, is of the opinion that an adventure will help, for her spirit, yours and Azhagi's are more for open freedom, than taking what we have and using it as freedom."

"That is why we three have you and Akka," he said fondly. "You and Akka ground Sakti, Azhagi and myself, and you know it."

"Yes we do," Vaanathi said. "But Madhu, my love, Madhu might be a lot like you, but he is like me even more in this. The only difference is, being young, he does not know how to make use of what he has and make that itself freedom."

"He needs you to teach him, Vaanathi. It took me some time to learn from you. Marrying you taught me how to work within the constraints of the heavy expectations and still feel free."

"Freedom is made within first, before we pursue it in external situations. I will talk to Madhu, Swami, you rest assured."

"I trust you, my love. I trust you."

****

Vaanathi got the opportunity to talk to Madhurantakan properly two days later. She watched her eldest quietly, as he plopped himself near her feet, laying his head on her lap. She could feel the weight on his still young shoulders, and the burden of being the heir, of being raised the heir. There had always been a tug of war among most of the family on how Madhurantakan should be, till Vaanathi had put her foot down, and Arulmozhi, now Raja Raja Cholan, as well as Kundavai, had supported her.

"Madhu," she said softly, carding her fingers through his hair.

"Amma?" he seemed to curl in, allowing her soothing touch to balance him, an action Vaanathi knew all too well.

"Do you want to hear a story about your Appa?"

"About Appa?" Madhurantakan looked at her, his chin on her lap, and she nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his curls, so much like Arulmozhi himself.

"Yes. When expectations become too heavy, we feel very burdened by them. We want an escape, we want freedom. Even your Appa, who is so conscientious of his duty, was like that."

Madhurantakan's eyes lit up, and Vaanathi sighed. Seemed like the son was as much his father as he was Vaanathi herself. She knew she had to explain the truth of life so that Madhurantakan could make a decision that he felt was right for himself. She never wanted to stifle him, but she did want him to learn of his options.

"When Selvar felt so," Selvar was a nickname retained from the pre-marriage days, one she still called Arulmozhi, "he found Samudrakumari, your Patti Poonkuzhali. He thought that he wanted to marry her because he wanted the freedom she represented."

"He wanted to.. WHAT?" Madhurantakan had grown up seeing his father's romantic nature with his mother being a steady presence. He could not envision this situation at all. His father was still in love with his mother, despite his respect and care and even love for his other wives.

"I was hurt too, but I understood his reasons once I realized what he really wanted," Vaanathi told her son gently, raking her fingers through his hair. "We did have a rough time in between, but we sorted it out ultimately."

For a moment, Vaanathi was lost in her younger self and the pain, the loss of self worth, and the painstaking realization that the love of her life doubted her. But they had slowly patched it up, bit by bit, creating a secure, understanding environment filled with openness between them. She turned to her son, whose eyes were bright, a mixture of hers and his father's.

"Madhu, there are three types of people in the world: those who live their lives in freedom without realizing the things they are missing, those who want freedom but stay back with their responsibilities, and those who take what they have and create freedom for themselves. Your Appa is the second type, as are Sakti and Azhagi. Their duties and responsibilities come first, and thus, their freedom takes a different manifestation in their dreams for our Kingdom. To ground them, Akka and I are there. Madhu, it is up to you to decide who you want to be among these three types."

"Amma, what about you? What type are you?" Madhu asked, though his eyes said he knew. Vaanathi tapped his forehead, as if to say that she wanted to hear this from him.

"You make freedom with what you already have," Madhurantakan said, looking at her with awe. "That is why you are so grounded, why Appa and both Sakti Chitti and Azhagi Chitti turn to you, not just for advice, but also for comfort, for peace. Amma, you bring peace to our family, to our Kingdom."

"Madhu, how can one person do all that? Everyone plays their role in the peace," she kissed his forehead gently. She laughed softly when her son cuddled into her, his affections open with her, even during formal events, much like Arulmozhi with his own mother. After some time in the cuddle, Madhurantakan spoke again.

"Amma, teach me how to take what I have and find freedom in it, please?"

Vaanathi smiled, knowing that she had understood her son right. She knew he would ask for this, and he did. She nodded, hugging him gently, before settling down to share words of advice and her perspective. Later, she would ask him to go to Kundavai, who had taught both Vanathi and Arulmozhi, and who played a big role in raising all the children of the family, whose perseverance, steadiness combined with firmness and care had given the children more freedom than they knew. 

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even more (deeply unserious) ponniyin selvan + textposts

+ BONUS

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Period dramas dresses tournament: Orange dresses FINALS- Bahaar Begum, Kalank (gifset) vs Vanathi, Ponniyin Selvan (appears in the first gif of this gifset)

Propaganda for Bahaar's dress (written by a submitter):

She performs this gorgeous song in this outfit!

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Hello there 👋

Guess who's back from a hiatus? 😅 Will try to finish my pending fanfics before jumping to other fandoms

📝Requests are open for other fandoms as well... currently I'm reading Squid games Thanos fanfics 💖💖💖💖