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chemicalmindedlotus · 11 months

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Manoranjanaa- VanathiArunmozhi

Splash.

The crashing waves of the sea below captured Kodumbalur Ilavarasi and Arunmozhi Varmar, who were engrossed in its chilly waves, while the flames enraptured the to the heights of the skies, and the duo disappeared amidst the rising waves and blazing flame. Vaanathi was held in Arunmozhi's iron grip, hardened fingers clasped her dripping waist, and her hands rested on his shoulders and she heaved deeply, sharp breaths escaping her lips as his fingers curled and tightened around her body. Arunmozhi Varman felt his body aflame, the very presence of Vaanathi igniting flames of uncontrolled passion in him, while the Ilavarasi felt like the flowing waters of the ocean, enraptured by the piercing waves of ecstasy, her pale, white clothes clinging to her body like the second skin, but she felt Arunmozhi's skin penetrate through her layers, touching the corners of her soul.

"Ponniyin Selvare..." Her rapturous voice played like the most beautiful music ever, in his ears, while a naughty smirk laced across his lips, a flicker of the flame of his intense desire rising in his brown irises, while the water that was dripping from his forehead slipped down his face, falling on Vaanathi's sharp jaw, then drawing through her throat and to her heaving chest.

"I have not even done anything yet, Ilavarase!" Arunmozhi breathed onto her neck, pulling her closer to his chest, her heart in such a close proximity to his that their breathes and heartbeats started to align, thundering against each others's torsos.

His lips pressed slight kisses on her cheeks when the waves went up, and Vaanathi couldn't help but clutch him closer to herself, changing her tone to a pleading one, while the smirk widened on his lips.

He swiftly turned her face towards herself, brushing his lips over her eyelids then to her cheeks, finally resting on her flower-petal like lips, while her eyes widened, hands going round her back, while his other palm caressed her cheeks. Her eyes bore into his, and she finally uttered into his lips, a sharp, precise breath leaving her chest.

Veera Raaja Veera!

An (Amatuer) Attempt to bring the melody of VRV into words!

@harinishivaa @thelekhikawrites @vibishalakshman @ragkee @thirst4light @whippersnappersbookworm Sorryy if I missed anyone!

#ponniyin selvan #arulmozhi #arunmozhi #Vanathi #arulmozhi varman #vanmozhi #rajaraja chola #vrv #veera raja veera

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ek-ladki-bheegi-bhagi-si · 4 months

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Chapter 1: Fateful Encounter

Vidyut x Reader

Summary- When Vidyut saw Y/N at the harvest festival, he knew he was done for, that he had found the one. Then their eyes met, and the world around them seemed to fade. Sparks flew when they danced together before reality kicked and he was forced to flee. What will Y/N do?

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The rivalry between the Maharis and the Raajas had grown into a story of blood-soaked history, marked by whispered tales of betrayals and long-forgotten vendettas. The entire village bore witness to the animosity that had firmly taken root between the two clans. The feud had taken on a life of its own, passed down through the generations like a dark inheritance. Festivals that should have been celebrations were marred by tension, and interactions between the clans were marked by icy glares and exchanged barbs. The village, once a harmonious community, was now divided by an invisible wall of hostility. And yet, amidst the bitterness and resentment, there was an unspoken acknowledgement that the feud had become a part of their identities, woven into the fabric of their existence.

The Mahari clan, led by the steadfast and formidable L/N, was known for their exquisite craftsmanship and unwavering sense of honour. They were known far and wide for the intricate tapestries they wove, the vibrant dyes they produced, and their commitment to preserving their traditions. Their home, a grand mansion on the outskirts of the village, stood as a testament to their heritage.

On the opposite end of the village, the Raaja clan reigned under the leadership of Jammwal Raaja, a stern and commanding figure whose eyes seemed to carry the weight of the feud that had plagued their existence. The Raajas had a reputation for their unmatched prowess in farming and agriculture, their expansive fields yielding bountiful harvests that were the envy of neighbouring villages.

The tension between the clans was palpable, a heavy cloud that hung over the village like an unbreakable curse. But fate, it seemed, had its designs for the Mahari and Raaja clans…

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The course of destiny began to change on a bright morning when the sun's golden rays illuminated the sky in orange and pink. The village square was abuzz with activity as vendors set up their stalls, and villagers went about their daily routines. The air was thick with anticipation, for it was the day of the annual Harvest Festival (There are a lot of names for the harvest festival throughout India, so you can call it whatever you call it).

Amidst the bustling crowd, Vidyut found himself wandering when he stumbled upon the entrance of the Maharis’ temple. There seemed to be a garba commencing at the entrance of the temple. It was then that his eyes fell on a breathtakingly beautiful girl, dancing to the beat of the dhol. He watched as she danced at the heart of the festival, surrounded by a vibrant tapestry of colours and sounds.

It was Y/N, the Mahari Lioness, the youngest daughter of the leader of the Mahari clan. Her eyes sparkled like twin stars, and her grace was evident in every step she took. She danced with an air of effortless elegance, a living embodiment of the celebration itself. As if she could feel his gaze on her, she turned, and suddenly time seemingly stopped.

Vidyut's eyes locked onto Y/N, a surreal sensation enveloped them, and in that fleeting moment, an unexplainable spark flamed between them. A surge of unfamiliar warmth spread through Vidyut's heart, an emotion he had never before experienced.

Unbeknownst to him, Y/N also felt irresistibly attracted to the heat of their shared gaze. Her heart, shielded from heartbreak, stirred with an awakening that sent ripples of intensity through her entire being.

Amidst the bustling festivities, he found himself irresistibly drawn to her. It was as though an invisible force connected them, a thread woven by destiny itself. stolen glances.

Amidst the vibrant swirl of colours and music at the festival, there came a moment that etched itself into Vidyut and Y/N's memories, a moment that encapsulated the depth of their unspoken connection.

Amid the Garba, Y/N found herself at the edge of the makeshift dance circle, taking a break from dancing. As her eyes locked onto the rhythmic twirls and claps of the other dancers, She inhaled deeply, wanting to rejoin them as quickly as possible. Unbeknownst to her, Vidyut captivated by her had edged closer, his heart racing in sync with the beat.

As the dancers swirled and spun, the crowd momentarily shifted, creating a small gap between Vidyut and Y/N. Their eyes met across the expanse, and in that heartbeat of a moment, the world around them seemed to fade into a distant hum. His gaze flashed with recognition as he instantly recognized her. Yet the emotions that had been growing within him continued to bloom.

With a subtle, almost imperceptible nod, he extended his hand, an unspoken invitation. Her heartbeat quickened as she hesitated for a fraction of a second, torn between the thrill of the moment and the unknown identity of the man before her. But then, as if guided by an unseen force, her fingers brushed against his, their fingertips meeting in a touch that sent an electric jolt through both of them as he pulled her into the stream of dancing pairs.

And then, almost as if choreographed by fate itself, they began to move. Their steps were tentative at first, a slow dance of hesitance and vulnerability as they adjusted themselves. But with every swirl and clap, their movements grew surer, their bodies finding a rhythm that transcended the music.

In that wordless dance, every twirl and spin held a conversation that words could never encompass. Their eyes held each other's gaze, a silent promise exchanged with every shared breath. The world around them ceased to exist; there was only the music, their synchronized steps, and the unspoken emotions that flowed between them.

As the Garba came to an end, and the final beats of the music echoed in the air, Vidyut and Y/N found themselves standing at the centre of a circle of onlookers, their chests heaving and their eyes locked. It was a moment that had solidified their connection, a moment that had allowed them to communicate a feeling that words could not capture.

Amidst the cheers and applause that filled the air, Vidyut reluctantly pulled away from her gaze, his heart heavy with the knowledge that the festival's joyful chaos couldn't shield them from the realities of their divided clans. He could feel the weight of her brother's stare upon him, burning holes in the back of his head, his gaze holding a mixture of suspicion and protectiveness.

With a regretful smile and a parting glance, Vidyut hastily retreated from the dance floor, his friends pulling him along. She caught his hand waving to her before he disappeared into the festival's vibrant tapestry, leaving behind a trail of laughter and a lingering sense of loss.

Y/N, though flushed from the dance and the intensity of the moment, was determined to find the mysterious young man who had shared that electrifying dance with her. Ignoring the whispers of her friends who cautioned her against seeking him out, she set off in pursuit of the stranger who had ignited a fire within her heart.

Her quest led her through the bustling festival, where she questioned vendors (and threatened them into silence) and inquired among the crowd. Each step she took felt like a heartbeat, a rhythm that resonated with the memory of their shared dance. And then, as if guided by fate itself, she caught sight of him from a distance, his back turned as he engaged in lively banter with his friends.

Recognition washed over her, and a jolt of realization pierced through Y/N's heart. The young man who had ignited her senses and captured her heart was none other than the Jammwal warrior, the youngest son of the Raaja clan, Vidyut. Shock and disbelief mingled with the fluttering hope that had taken root within her.

Before she could make her presence known, she noticed a sudden change in his demeanour. His expression shifted from carefree to urgent, his friends dispersing as he abruptly turned and melted into the crowd, his steps quickening. Confusion etched across Y/N's face as her eyes followed Vidyut's hurried departure, and then she saw him—her brother, his gaze fixed on Vidyut, a storm brewing in his eyes.

Understanding dawned on her. Vidyut's sudden departure wasn't a choice; it was a necessity to avoid the wrath of her protective brother. The realization filled her with a mix of a sinking feeling in her chest and disappointment. But she was now certain that the connection they had shared wasn't one-sided. The dance, the stolen glances—they all meant something to him as well.

As Vidyut disappeared into the festival's vibrant tapestry, Y/N stood there for a moment, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. The weight of her family's legacy and the years of animosity hung heavy in the air, but so did the memory of their shared dance, the unspoken promise in their gazes.

With a determined exhale, Y/N squared her shoulders and turned back towards the heart of the festival. The music continued to play, the laughter and joy of the villagers creating a cacophony of celebration. As Y/N watched the people around her disregard their clan affiliations and simply dance to their heart's content, the once all-consuming rivalry between the clans seemed to lose its relevance. At that moment, reputations and differences became inconsequential in the face of pure, unadulterated moments of joy.

Amidst the vibrant tapestry of celebration, she made an earth-shattering resolution. The fleeting yet electrifying connection she had shared with the youngest Jammwal had ignited a fire within her, one that couldn't be extinguished by the divisions of the past. Her unwavering gaze held the promise of change as she thought back to their dance, stolen glances, and unspoken understanding. These moments, she decided, held the power to be the catalyst for a transformation, they were going to be the spark that was going to ignite change, she promised to herself, that would bridge the divide between the Mahari and Raaja clans.

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And that's chapter 1! What do we think?

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#echoes of destiny #vidyut jammwal x reader #vidyut jammwal imagines #vidyut jamwal #vidyut jammwal #devi <3

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baconlysart · 9 months

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The Human Crew (Naga AU)

They are here~! Chaney will NOT get a design, because I said so.

I also tried out Gregory's bust, and did a bonus Raaja one!

#nagas of fazbaru #naga au

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mayonnaisethepotato · 3 months

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aik tha raaja

aik thi raani

aik aur lafth bolo

phir khatam tumhari kahani

#desi #desi tumblr #desi tag #desiblr

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kovaipaavai · 1 year

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The bonded pair - Andril Paravai

The rumors had come with the late autumn rain. Patti had taken her along to visit shiva bhattar that evening , insisting on her presence multiple times.

As the saayankaalam poojai wound down , they had sat down to listen to some devarams and bhattar had then narrated the story of a shivabakthan who'd been saved from drowning by a raaja-nagam , and had escaped with his life intact , thanks to Shiva's mercies. Bhattar then mentioned that the Bhaktan had lost his mind and single minded purpose - and that hidden condemnation had left her angry and seething for what remained of that night.

Most of her anger had been directed at Nandini . That pazhuvoor paambhu had always been after the people Kunadavai held dear. First it had been Anna and then it had been Thatha. Nandini hadn't spared any effort when it came to turning away Anna and Thatha from her , leaving her bereft of support and paternal care and now she even dared to snatch Vandhiyar away from her.

It was odd how that moment of anger made things very clear for her. Initially, she didn't have any special feelings for her brother's commander. She knew he was her chosen intended , thanks to Anna's elaborate jokes from the past about how he would marry her groom to his sword in her place and then send him to Paazhaiyaarai as her house husband. She had been very impressed with his presence of mind and innate charm and her heart skipped many a beat when he had offered his life to her in service . Mature that she was , she had put that down to chemistry , attraction and interest because he was her Anna's choice.

Even as she bid him farewell with a message to Arunmozhi , she hadn't felt the longing she often saw in Vaanathi's eyes. He'd taken her olai , nodded his head and rushed away in darkness to board a vessel to eezham and she'd come back on her merry way to the palace. Poets often spoke of absence and longing but those feelings didn't strike her until she'd gone to Kanchi , as per Appa's biddings.

Kanchi was vandhiyar's home , in a manner of speaking. Everyone including Patta had amusing and interesting stories about Vandhiyar. Her brother , especially had a lot to say. She didn't know if it came as a peace offering or out of a sense of brotherly duty but Aditya Anna had a lot to say about Vandhiyar.

He told her about his valor on field and charm off it . He spoke of Vandhiyar's crushing loneliness and bruised heart. " Avan oru paavamana anadhai Kundhavai . Naadizhandhu , pugazh izhandhu , veerathai nambi nammai naadi vandha anadhai. Naadizhandha arasa parambarai vaarisaaga vaazhavadhu oru kodumai . Athilum , appadipatta parambaraiyin ottrai vaarisaaga vaazhavadhu innum kodumai, but he has never let that deficiency hold himself back from living his life honorably and pledging his sword to an honorable cause.

She also came to know that she obtained her beloved due to Ilam Sambuvaraiyar's folly. Kandhamaaran had apparently promised Vandhiyar, Manimekalai's hand only to withdraw it abruptly and leave Anna's army . " Muttaal. Sutthamaana Ponnai vazhiyil tholaitha maha muttaal" - Anna has bellowed , part in derision and part in laughter. Even that apparently hadn't affected Vandhiyar much and he'd gone on to the next mission , as if Kandhamaaran's insulting gesture had never happened.

Her heart had moved for Vandhiyar then and she'd maintained a complete poker face as Anna had rattled story after story after story about his beloved Vallavaraiyyan , and had expressed his anger at Patta wanting to get her married to Paarthiban. "Paarthiban nanban thaan , aanal nambikkaikku uriyavan illai - paavam kizhavarukku adhu theriyavillai" had been her brother's lament.

She had left Kanchi lighter in mind but heavier in heart. That morning as she'd left , she'd nearly asked Anna if he'd had a similar freewheeling chat with Vandhiyar but dignity and something akin to pride had let the question die within her heart and here she was , on a deserted island , seething with jealousy before her bound and blindfolded beloved.

Kundavai composed herself even as she prevented Vandhiyar from removing his blindfold. She wanted a minute , just a minute to regain her composure , even if her jealousy and turmoil didn't show on her face . Her arms eased , as did her heart and she saw her Thevar slowly open his eyes wider with a gentle , curious and loving smile on his charming face.

As her arms eased , his arms surrounded her , enclosing her in a gentle, loving , secure embrace and Kundavai finally broke down in relief and joy. Arunmozhi was alive and so was Vandhiyar . He was hers , truly hers - not Nandini's and definitely not Mekalai's. All her men were truly safe and a stone's throw away where she could see them and protect them. Even as her thoughts raced towards next steps , Vandhiyar's steady heart beats beneath her hands and his awkward, sporadic pats on her back anchored and centered her.

She knew they had to hurry to Choodamani viharam. For all that they knew , Arunmozhi was still in the grips of delirious fever and needed care and attention. Slowly, but steadily , her mind started whirring . There were travel arrangements to be made , spies to be planted and plots to be thwarted. She needed someone to send down a message to Vaanathi , a secret message , urging her to seek peace in Naagaipattinam. She wouldn't deny her friend the joy of reunion she herself had partaken in . Kundavai was called many an abusive name , but selfish she was not , especially towards a dear friend who loved her brother and who was equally and fervently loved back.

As she continued spinning her web of plans , her Thevar's chin came to rest upon her shoulder and he started whistling a merry tune that made her want to whack him one moment and kiss him the next. As she spun her web of plans , her beloved was content to hold her in his arms , waiting patiently and silently until all her thoughts fell into place.

Moments or hours later , they slowly drew apart and after one look at her face , Vandhiyar beckoned Semban forward from where he was hiding. "Devi , I knew you'd want to rush to Arunmozhi and therefore , I knew you'd bring Semban here for great minds think alike" , he said with that disarming smile.

Thevare , fools think alike too " she'd added .As the night flew by the wayside of Semban's hooves , Kundavai leaned back and smiled. For a very long time , she'd planned , worried and governed in isolation. Now that she had Vandhiyar's loyal heart and lightning fast mind , she didn't have to bear her burdens alone. As she sighed in relief , Vandhiyar's arms tightened around her and he urged Semban along , eager to save another day from upcoming doom.

#PonniyinSelvan #PonniyinSelvanFanFiction #KundhavaiVandhiyathevan #ponniyin selvan

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the-prophecy · 8 months

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wasn't *i* your wife🤨🤨

I am a Mughal raaja I have many wife's 😏😏

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pupucino · 11 months

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mul oli raaja murtunu ja paketissa ja mun beiben piti kirjottaa siihen pakettiin "kaikki järjestyy" mut sen käsialal se näytti ku siin ois lukenu "keikka järjestyy"

me jäätiin lopulta epävarmoiks et mitä se tarkotti (bändille buukattu keikka? muu esiintyminen? keikkaduuni? lintubongaus? pankkiryöstö?)

mut mä aattelen kuitenki et se ois hyvä tatuointi. vaikeatulkintaisella fontilla: keikka järjestyy

#suomeksi #suomitumppu

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natayejassaudiaarabianlitblog · 4 months

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Week 11 Blog

This week I read pages 200-260 of the book “Girls of Riyadh” by Raaja Alsanea…

The most important sentence would have to be on page 228,“In a few minutes the dawn call to prayer will echo through the city of Riyadh.” This is an important sentence in the book because it’s the start of a letter that Sadeem wrote to Firas before she was off to Khobar. This is a sentence that stuck with me the most because it shows the reader how heartbroken Sadeem was to move on and how she’s coping with loss. She explains how she was at a wedding party and all she could think about was him. When she danced to the song that said “I love you even if you love another and forget me and say far away because my heart’s only wish is to see you happy, every day.” This is what pushed her to write the letter to him. She felt so alone with so many people surrounding her due to heartbreak.

When reading this, I felt incredibly sick to my stomach. I knew what it was like to lose someone you love and the feeling of being alone in a crowded space with your friends and family is a different level of loneliness. Sadeem planned on starting a business, she was thinking of being a wedding and party planner so I hope she can focus more on that than her loss. Sadeem still has a lot of growing to do. She claimed in the letter that she hates that she still loves him despite everything. She’d say “I love you, my love who I HATE” and “God not forgive you…” it’s heartbreaking for me to read that. I empathize with her a little too much. The book is almost finished and I hope throughout the last few chapters Sadeem is able to find herself again.

Word Count: 316

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eclecticreviewsublime · 1 year

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Give this playlist a listen: Raaja Rules 80s

#Spotify

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beijingbrown · 1 year

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January 2023: 1 of 12 mixtapes connecting the music of my childhood (Tamil pop) and the music that influenced me (sinophone indie) to the music of my new home (The Netherlands). This month: Ilaiyaraaja to Space Fruity Records, via Charlotte Adigéry and boba dream pop.

Track-by-track notes: 1. Ilaiyaraaja - Raaja Rajathi (1988) (from 'Agni Natchathiram') This song - from a 1988 Mani Ratnam film - was a childhood favourite, and maybe even seeded my future love for minimal post-punk?

2. 昏鴉 The Murky Crows - 我們如此超群絕倫怎能居於世俗所見 (2015) One of the first Taiwanese bands I adored, and my introduction to the branch of twee sinophone indie that would define my life between 2015 and 2020. 3. Ilaiyaraaja - Vikram Vikram (1986) I only discovered this classic thanks to the recent remake of the cult 80s Kamal Hasan spy film Vikram, but I was familiar with the writer Sujatha, whose works were serialized in magazines like Kumutham. My literary magazine of choice between ages 7 and 13 was Gokulam, where I submitted many terrible sci-fi short stories that were thankfully never published. Does anyone remember the Undir family stories? 4. Stereolab - Metronomic Underground (1996) Stereolab was the first band that got me into live bootlegs, rarities, B-sides, and "sessions" recordings, now a standard part of how I consume music. 5. METZ - Wet Blanket (2012) METZ was the first band I did a tour poster for! 6. Charlotte Adigery and Bolis Pupul - Ceci N'est Pas un Cliche (2022) Belgian duo. The best, most joyous, and most exciting concert I saw in the Netherlands since moving to Amsterdam in 2022. 7. Gino Cochise - Fo Woa (2022) Amsterdam hip-hop artist. The artist I most want to see live in the Netherlands in 2023. 8. Chaar Diwaari - Kaun Mera? (2022) I get excited by an average of 1 (one) Indian hip-hop song every year. This was the one for 2022. 9. Naujawanan Baidar - Khyber Sound (from Kabul to Peshawar in Fullmoon) (2020) From an incredible album of anti-imperialist Afghan-rooted experimental music, from the now Netherlands-based N.R. Safi. 10. bed - WET (2022) I saw bed play at the back of the Foo Concepts milk tea shop in Rotterdam, the crowd sipping boba and swaying to dream pop. A perfect gig. Normalize milk tea at shows! Normalize shows at milk tea shops!

11. Ts Bayandalai - 灰色公马 (2020) Seeing Bayandalai play live was always a transcendent experience, and this is the album that makes me miss Beijing the most.

#beijing #rotterdam #madras #mixtape

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