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Sambandham: War of Hearts

I am FINALLY back with a new story on VanMozhi, which is something on them at least. It is a modern story, and is pretty angsty, to be very honest. However, it is a happy ending, and I hope you all enjoy this story as much as you have enjoyed my previous ones.

I hope to have a Prologue up in a day or two! For now, please check out these aesthetics, and let me know your thoughts!

These are our leads, Kshithija Velan and Arun Vishvanathan, the ones whose POVs will be fully featured. There are deuteragonists whose storyline will add to the main leads, but their books will not come out till I am fully done with this one. However, if you all are interested in their stories, I will endeavour to write OS' on them, though these OS' will not come till April at least.

Please let me know your thoughts, I would love feedback!

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Chapter 3: Inner Ramblings (Sambandham: War of Hearts)

Links to:

Prologue- https://www.tumblr.com/harinishivaa/741119072854573056/prologue-sambandham-war-of-hearts?source=share

Chapter 1- https://www.tumblr.com/harinishivaa/741675299243261952/chapter-1-starting-fresh-sambandham-war-of?source=share

Chapter 2- https://www.tumblr.com/harinishivaa/743447339726995456/chapter-2-picturesque-sambandham-war-of-hearts?source=share

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Two weeks later

Chennai, Tamil Nadu

"Thiju!"

Kshithija's eyes met Nila's bright, lucid eyes, shining with an excitement that the former was sure was reflected in her own eyes. Nila had matured even more, her hair in a loose ponytail, long, swishing around behind her back in her excitement. Her beauty had a glow to it, the glow that only romantic feelings acknowledged, accepted and returned could give one.

Had Aditya asked her out?

Kshithija thought all of this, as she embraced her sister tightly. Nila often felt like a part of Kshithija's heart, an integral part of it. Without Nila, her heart would not be complete, just like without Arun, her heart had no blooming. Even through the harsh rejection, and the many years it had been since she had been in anything more than vague and distinct contact with him and his family, he still ran through her heart and veins, like he had never left it.

And he hadn't. She had tried to be as with-the-flow in healing as possible. Though loving him from many thousand miles away was very different from loving him when in close contact. And she doubted the intensity between them would have died down; in fact, if she could hazard a guess, it was going to be much more intense. More than it had ever been.

How she could guess that she had not divined yet, but she knew her gut too well to doubt it anymore.

"What is it, Vaandu?" Nila asked very affectionately, giving Kshithija a knowing look, tinged with some shyness rare in her.

"Did you end up getting a date, Akka?" Kshtihija whispered, not wanting her uncle, who she had embraced earlier to hear just yet. The delightful blush on Nila's face, splashing across her bronzed skin told Kshithija that Aditya had finally asked Nila out. "Oh! He finally asked you out then."

"He did," Nila agreed, the dark blush filling her cheeks, as she looked at Kshithija, the latter smiling brightly.

"What great news to get as I return, Akka. May you always always be happy," Kshithija wished her cousin, hugging her once more, before both grabbed the suitcases and wheeled it to the car, Kshithija more than ready to return home, to the safety of the place she grew up in.

Kshithija was curled up in her favourite nook on the first floor of her house, the couch as comfortable as her usual bean bag back at London. She looked at the book open on her lap, smiling at the worn out pages. She had read this multiple times for comfort, and somehow felt the urge to pick up the book at that moment.

If she thought deeply, she would know why she was in this state; it had everything to do with Arun, with having to meet Arun again. Maybe not immediately, but they ran in very similar social circles, that meeting him socially would happen at some point. Further, the closeness of the two families also guaranteed that she would have to meet him in informal family gatherings.

Since the loss of her father, her Periappa and Sundar uncle, Arun's father, had bonded even more. While both had been close before, the loss of Appa had sealed the friendship in a deeper, more instinctual way than ever before. When they teamed up, it was known that they could win any argument. Given that she was still the heir of her father's company, and Arun was going to be Managing Director eventually, she suspected matchmaking endeavors.

Would she be able to deal with them? She was after all well aware of the ways this set up will happen. And worse, if Iramathi wanted it to happen even now. Kshithija's affection for Iramathi had not receded by any means, and she was aware she was often a pushover, especially with people she loved. But one thing she had gotten with clarity during her time away was perspective.

Iramathi was loving, but she was also not above pushing people together if she thought it would help her family and the mega empire they ran. Aditya could be ruthless sometimes, despite being gentle as well when needed, though it was not the case every time it was needed. Paavai was a little firecracker, and her two brothers often spoiled her, which often gave her a sense of superiority, despite the genuineness that ran in her. Kalyaani was quiet, but could be very cunning when needed. And Arun...

Arun was more morally righteous and truthful than any of his siblings. But he also had a habit of not trusting anyone easily, despite having known them for a long time. While there was nothing wrong with being cautious, there was wrong with actually believing rumours more than the friendship that had been shared for many years.

She sighed to herself. This was the exact path she did not want herself in, and she had, of course found herself venturing into it. Being a psychologist could not prevent her from completely getting over her overthinking habits, it could only help her understand who could advise and guide her through it, leading to healing.

What was she to do though, if such a situation came up?

"Thiju!"

Kshithija was bought out of her thought spiral by her younger brother, who bounded in and plopped down next to her. They were best friends, having only one and a half years between them.

"Yes Kumara?" she asked, playfully rolling her eyes, giggling at his mock offended look. "What do you need me for, mischief maker?"

"Thiju, we both know that you are the biggest mischief maker between the two of us," he nudged her, making her laugh in agreement, responding, "That is a secret!"

The two siblings basked in the cheerful silence, before Kumaran again broke it.

"The social events of the year are starting, Thiju. In about a month," Kumaran announced. Kshithija knew well that he was aware that she had kept herself informed of all this.

"And?"

"And, Periappa hopes you would join us this time," Kumaran said softly. "But you must know..."

"Arun will be there," she sighed softly. She took in the concerned look her brother threw at her, and squeezed his arm, saying, "Well, I will have to meet him at some time, don't I?"

andha vezham nokkida, ingu thaazhai nokkida, oru mouna kaaviyam pirakka

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Glossary:

andha vezham nokkida, ingu thaazhai nokkida, oru mouna kaaviyam pirakka- That elephant approached, as did the thaazham flower; that meeting gave birth to a silent epic of sorts.

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Arulmozhi's Musings (Nadaimuraiyum Aasaigalum)

Arulmozhi Varman knew he was a pragmatic man.

He was the son of Sundara Chozhar, the Prince of the Chozha dynasty, the servant of his people and motherland. He had been brought up with love and affection, but also with the importance of discipline in his life. His parents had never laid a wrong hand on him or his siblings, and he was practical enough to know that many others were not as lucky as the three of them were.

They had been given everything as the sheltered, coddled children of the Chozha samrajyam, more he and his sister, given his brother's war prowess from a very young age. Arulmozhi knew that he himself was a very proficient warrior, which was proved as had also been recently sent out to battles. He had made sure to study hard, practice hard, and go through rigorous routines, for he did not want to be deficient in protecting his motherland and its people.

He had been raised with ambitions for Chozha Samrajyam by not just his parents, but also by his two elder siblings, who dreamt of greatness for their motherland, and had taught him those same values and ideals, the ones he had taken as his own. However, beyond all that, he had other ambitions too.

He wanted to build a gopuram for Emperuman, one which would touch the Sky, with a large Nandhi, so huge that people would love to take the shelter of that Eternal Bhakta of his Ishvara. He wanted to go to far off lands and plant the puli kodi there. He wanted to endorse art and literature, see children educated, see his land flourish, larger and larger- from Gangai to Eezham should Chozha Nadu spread.

But his methods varied from his brother's; the latter was the Crown Prince, he was raised aggressively, always to put his motherland first. Arulmozhi should have ideally been given more freedom, but that was not to be, given the extraordinary horoscope he is said to have. Instead, he was trained in everything by not just his Guru Sarbashiva Pandithar, but also by his parents, grand aunt Sembiyan Maadevi and elder siblings.

Furthermore, he had trained with both Siriya Velaar and Periya Velaar, the latter more frequently after the valorous death of Siriya Velaar at Eezham. And that brought him to the topic of his long internal ramble.

Marriage.

He had seen multiple examples of successful marriages and not exactly successful marriages. While his grand uncle Gandharadithar and grand aunt Sembiyan Maadevi had a great marriage, as did his parents Sundara Chozhar and Vanavan Maadevi, his father and chittis fought more often than not, the latter usually jealous of his mother, not realizing that they did have easier lives than the daughter of Malayaman.

But his wish for marriage, despite his entirely practical and logical side, bordered on hopeful. Every marriage he had, he wanted them to work together, solve fights they have, and live at least in good companionship and mutual affection, if not love. He knew well enough that love was rare in Princedom, and it usually developed over years with the birth of children and raising them.

Maybe his elder brother's genuine affection for his wife Ilaadaa Maadeviyar had moved him into having this wish, or maybe it was something much deeper; a yearning, a wish, to have love that he had heard of and read of, love that will flourish and bloom and make the world a better place- but he knew better than to dream so.

Dreams with regards to marriage rarely happened, given that most marriages happened to either form new alliances or strengthen old ones.

But this one suggested for him was sort of like the latter, but different too.

His Murai Penn.

She could technically be Anna's as well, but the fact that their ages were pretty close, him being about four years elder to her, made her his. Murai penn, that is.

Vaanathi.

Vaanathi, the only daughter of Siriya Velaar, commonly called the light of the Velir clan. She had been raised by his own Athai, Varaguna Perumanar, after the tragic passing of both her parents, and now, his family felt she would be the best for him.

She technically had that right too, as she was considered his Athai's daughter indeed.

But would they get along well? Would she complement him? Like him?

What if she agreed to meet him for the power she would gain as his wife? He could not discount that, and such a sentiment did not easily agree with him.

The throne for people's good?

That he could understand, and relate with in abundance.

But lust for power?

No, that did not sit well with him.

Well, he would know soon enough. Was she not due at Pazhayarai in some days?

He would see then, he decided. He would see then.

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This is a trial ficlet of sorts.

i just wanted to write something purely from Arulmozhi's point of view, but including Vanathi.

As this is a ficlet- sequels to this will be written EVENTUALLY as ficlets as well. The series is called Nadaimuraiyum Aasaigalum.

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