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Adhyaayam irubathi rendu

Soolchi'in Vilaivu

(The Price of Deeds)
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"Enna idhu Pugazhendhi? Yaar kodutha seidhi idhu?"

(What is this, Pugazhendhi? Who gave you this news?)

Uyirvanban, a king of the Poorviga dynasty, asked his son, Pugazhendhi.

"Arasae, otran moolamaaga vandha seidhi ena koorinar"

(Your Majesty, the news came through a spy)

"Yaar kooriyadhu? Yendha otran?"

(Who said it? Which spy?)

"Nam naatu keel thisai otran koduthadhaaga, Koorvai koorinaar"

(The spy from the southern region of our kingdom, reported it to Koorvai)

"Koorvai'aah? Engey Avan?"

(Koorvai? Where is he?)

"Arasae"

(Your Majesty)

Koorvai bowed before him, standing beside Pugazhendhi.

"Enna idhu Koorvai? Umakku yaar idhanai koduthadhu?"

(What's this, Koorvai? Who gave this message to you?)

"Keel thisai otran, arasae"

(The message came from the southern direction, Your Majesty)

"Enna solli koduthaan? Andha otran engey?"

(What did he say? Where is that messenger?)

"Adhanai naan ariyen, arasae"

(I don't know that, king)

Uyirvanban stared at him for a few seconds before calling his son,

"Pugazhendhi"

"Arasae. Idhanai naan paarthu kolgiren"

(King. I will take care of this)

He reassured his father by gesturing something through

The king flared in anger.

Pugazhendhi took the news manuscript and walked to his room as the king dismissed everyone from his presence. Furious, the king stormed into his own chamber.

Koorvai gulped nervously and quietly left the scene.

Meanwhile, in Pugazhendhi's chamber balcony,

"Yaar endru theriyavillai. Thangalidam ennaal idhanai patri kooraamal irukkavum mudiyavillai. Thandhai migavum kobathil ullaar. Naan avarai paarthu kolgiren. Thaangal idhil enakku udhavi karam koduppeer endru nambikai kolgiren"

(I don't know who it is. It is impossible for me to stay quiet about this with you. My father is very angry. I will take care of him. And I trust that you will help me in this matter)

He rolled down the scroll after dipping the feather back into the ink pot, lifted his face, and handed the scroll to the person before him.

"Gavanam"

(Be careful)

He remarked. The person bowed before him and left through the secret path.

In Anushman and Seervizhi's chamber,

Anushman, with his chest bare and wearing white cotton trousers, was reclining on their chamber's balcony couch. His left leg was stretched out, while his right knee was raised, his right palm resting on the knee and his left hand supporting his head. He was lost in thought, staring at the moon in the sky.

The only thought on Anushman's mind was how to convince his little wife, knowing that his prank was something she wouldn't forgive easily. He leaned his head against the couch armrest, placing his palm behind his head, and closed his eyes, hoping to find some rest from the overwhelming thoughts. But all he could think of was the person peacefully sleeping on the bed inside their chamber.

Just as he decided to go inside and seek her forgiveness, despite the fact that her sleep had been disturbed, he froze when he heard a sudden thud. Moving swiftly to the balcony railings, he gasped and instinctively reached for the pocket knife at his waist. But before he could draw it, a soft whisper stopped him in his tracks,

"Ilavarasarae, naan dhaan. Ennai yaedhum seidhu vidaadheergal"

(Prince, it's me. Don't do anything to me)

He narrowed his brows and whispered,

"Yaazh?"

The young woman smiled, jumped inside the balcony from the rail, and bowed to him.

"Vanangugiren, ilavarasarae"

(Greetings, prince)

Anushman smiled, and she returned the smile, straightening herself up.

"Eppadi irukkiraai, yazh?"

(How are you?)

"Nalam, ilavarasae. Thaangal evvaaru ulleer?"

(I am good, price. What about you?)

"Nalamaaga irikkiren. Aanaal, ingu un dhideer varugai'in kaaranam enna?"

(I'm doing fine. But, what's the reason for your sudden arrival here?)

"Ilavarasar Pugazhendhi idam irundhu oru olai vandhulladhu. Adhanai oppdaikave ivvaaru suvatril yeri gudhithu vandhen"

(A letter has come from Prince Pugazhendhi. I had to climb the walls and come here to deliver it)

Anushman chuckled at her.

"Seri, vaa.. "

(Okay, come..)

He sat on the couch and gestured for her to sit across from him on the other sofa. She sat at the edge, showing him respect with a slight smile.

After she settled, she handed the manuscript to him, and he took it, placing it carefully on the table.

"Ivvalavu naal engu sendraai?"

(Where did you go for all these days?)

"Podhigai malai adivaarathil irundhen"

(I was at the base of Podhigai mountain)

"Angu enna seidhu kondirundhaai?"

(What were you doing there?)

"Por kalathirku thayaar paduthi kondirundhen"

(I was preparing for the war)

He smiled at her.

"Por varum endru munnare arindhu kondaayo?"

(Did you know in advance that a war was coming?)

She simply responded with a smile.

"Aanaal.."

(But..)

He paused when he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat, followed by the soft jingling of anklets, and a smile played on his lips.

Yaazh immediately rose from her seat.

"Vanangugiren, Ilavarasi"

(Greetings, princess)

"Thaangal?"

(Who are you?)

Seervizhi asked, after nodding her head.

"Seervizhi.. ingu vaa.."

(Come here..)

Anushman called her beside him. She walked over quietly and stood beside him.

"Ival enadhu snehidhi, Yaazhi. Yaazh idhu en manaivi, Seervizhi Anushman"

(This is my friend, Yaazhi. Yaazh, this is my wife, Seervizhi Anushman)

He introduced them to each other, and Seervizhi felt goosebumps upon hearing her full name followed by his name. However, she quickly composed herself and offered Yaazhi an awkward smile.

"Thangalin manaivi azhagaaga ullaar ilavarasae"

(Your wife is beautiful, prince)

Anushman smiled at her warmly, and Seervizhi, feeling a bit shy, lowered her gaze in response.

"Pin.. naan purapadugiren, Anushman"

(Then.. I am leaving, Anushman)

Seervizhi looked at her, surprised, as it was the first time someone had called her husband by his name in front of her, other than his aunts and grandmother.

"Adharkullaa?"

(So soon?)

Anushman asked her as he too stood up from his place.

"Vandha velai mudivutradhu, pin emakkenna ingu velai?"

(Now that the task is finished, what is left for me to do here?)

"Kaalai poludhil varalaame? Virundhu thayaar paduthi iruppen"

(Can't you come by morning? I will prepare a feast)

"Irukkattum. Naan purapadugiren. Varugiren, Ilavarasi"

(That's fine. I will leave now. I'll take my leave, Princess)

Seervizhi clasped her hands, a small smile on her face, as Yaazhi flashed one last smile before jumping off the balcony and disappearing into the distance. Seervizhi stood there, shocked, her eyes wide in disbelief at the sight of her jumping off so effortlessly.

"Aiyoo!"

She took a step forward in a panic, fearing that Yaazhi might have gotten injured, but before she could move further, she was yanked back into her prince's arms.

Startled, she looked up at him and said,

"Ennai vidungal. Thangaladhu snehidhi'ku yedahenum aagi irukkum. Naan sendru kaangiren"

(Let me go. Your dear friend might get injured. I will go and check)

But he tucked her hair strands behind her ear and muttered,

"Kobam thanindhadhaa?"

(Has your anger subsided?)

She blinked before pushing him away.

"Thodaadheergal ennai"

(Don't touch me)

With that, she stormed into the chamber.

He smiled, shaking his head, before sitting on the couch. He opened the manuscript to read the news from Pugazhendhi, his face shifting between anger, confusion, and frustration.

Just as he was lost in his thoughts, he suddenly heard a,

"Ahhhh!"

He immediately stood up and rushed into the chamber, his heart racing as he saw her on the floor, gripping her hip with a pained face. He froze, shocked by the sight.

"Vizhi!"

He rushed inside and squatted down beside her, his concern deepening as he gently touched her shoulder.

"Enna aanadhu, Vizhi?"

(What happened, Vizhi?)

He asked her worriedly.

She lifted her eyelashes, looked at him with a scrunched painful face, and said,

"Idhil..."

(On this...)

She pointed at the bed leg post and then slowly moved her index finger towards the sharp edge beside the headrest, where it joined the bed leg post.

His eyes turned rigid upon seeing the sharpness, and he quickly pulled her hand away to prevent her from scratching herself again.

"Yengaenum kaayam kondaai'ah?"

(Did you get hurt anywhere?)

He asked gently, his eyes scanning her from head to toe.

But his wandering gaze finally paused at her hand, which was resting on her waist.

Then, noticing her reddened cheeks and shy demeanor, he realized she was already flustered.

He suppressed a smile, hiding his amusement.

But, when she lifted her eyelashes to look at him, Anushman cleared his throat and quickly averted his gaze from hers. Instead, he focused on her foot, pretending to examine it as he asked,

"Sol, Vizhi. Yengenum kaayam kondai'ah?"

(Tell me, Vizhi. Did you get hurt anywhere?)

He glanced at her again with a straight face, and she bit her lower lip, blushing, before softly replying,

"Ill.. illai"

(No...no)

She lowered her gaze shyly.

He smiled softly, guiding her gently to sit on the bed. Leaning closer, he adjusted the pillow behind her with care. With one hand supporting the back of her head, he delicately took her hand from her waist, making her meet his gaze, her expression a mixture of shock and confusion.

But his reassuring smile helped ease her tension as he gently laid her back, making sure her head was properly supported on the pillow.

Then straightening up, he turned away and headed towards the changing room, which was attached to a bathing area.

Curious, she propped herself up on one elbow, trying to peek inside the bathing area that was across from the bed, but she couldn't see him.

"Yengu sendraar? Kaayam illai endra udan sendru vittaar. Naan valyil kathinen'eh adhu avarukku ninaivil illaiyaa? Enna vendru kooda paarka villai"

(Where did he go? He left the moment I said there was no injury. I cried in pain, yet he doesn't seem to remember it. He didn't even bother to check on me)

she sulked in disappointment.

However, when she heard the sound of the bathing area door opening, she quickly lay back down, pulling the duvet over her head and turning to her left.

He, having watched all her antics from the mirror placed in front of their cot, smiled and shook his head.

Walking around the bed, he sat on the other side silently, without making any noise or motion, and waited.

And as he had anticipated, she slowly pulled the duvet down from her face, then further to her chest, before placing her hands beneath her cheek and pouting, mumbling softly,

"Anaithum umadhu bremmai dhaan, Seervizhi. Pattathu ilavarasar'ku unmel siridhalavum kadhal illai. Mmm.."

(Everything is your delusion, Seervizhi. The prince doesn't have even the slightest love for you. Mmm..)

He leaned closer from behind and saw her staring towards the bathing area as she continued,

"Irundhaalum avar ivvaaru nadandhukolludhal koodaadhu. Unmel kadhal illai, Seervizhi, umadhu kanavarku. Snehidhi veru irukkiraal. Ummai vida per'azhagaaga veru irukkiraargal, umadhu kanavananin snehidhi. Umadhu azhagu, umadhu kanavarukku siru kaalathil veruppaagi vittadhu polum"

(Still, he shouldn't behave this way. He doesn't love you, Seervizhi. There is someone else-a friend. She is far more beautiful than you in your husband's eyes. It seems your beauty has become bored to him in a short time)

He squinted his eyes at her thoughts and shook his head before leaning towards her ear and murmuring,

"Emadhu azhagu manaiviyin motha azhaginai'uhm naan innum muluvadhum kooda kaanavillaiye. Pin eppadi naan adhanai veruppen?"

(I have yet to fully see the beauty of my wife. So how could I ever grow bored of it?)

She jolted with a loud gasp and turned towards him, only to find his face hovering close to hers.

Blinking, she stared into his eyes, her gaze flickering between his eyes and his smiling lips.

Her cheeks flushed as she hesitated briefly before slightly lifting her head from the pillow, inching closer to him.

Sensing her intention, he cleared his throat, breaking the moment, and straightened up.

Dazed, she blinked at him, her face filled with confusion and disappointment.

However, she averted her gaze, turned away, pouted, and twisted her lips in frustration.

Watching her, he smiled widely before composing himself and softly called her,

"Seervizhi"

She rolled her eyes in his direction, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. Amused by her actions, he called her again, this time more firmly,

"Seervizhi"

She hummed lowly in response,

"Hmm"

"Yengenum kaayam kondaai'ah endru vinavinen'eh?"

(I asked if you get hurt anywhere?)

He questioned softly. But she stayed silent.

"Seervizhi"

He called her again.

"Naanum yengum kaayam kolla villai endru koorinen'eh? Thangalukku ninaivil illayaa?"

(I already said I wasn't hurt anywhere. Don't you remember?)

She replied, her eyes closed this time, avoiding his gaze.

Placing the small bowl of medicine beside him, he leaned towards her and gently rested his palm on her elbow. She stilled under his touch but didn't respond.

Smiling at her silence, he leaned in further and placed two soft kisses on her shoulder. He felt her breath hitch, her small chest frozen in stillness as she held her breath.

Shaking his head, he pulled the duvet down to her waist. She, still hypnotized by the warmth of his kisses, didn't even realize it.

His gaze immediately fell on a faintly bleeding wound near her lower waist. Without hesitation, he leaned in, brushed his lips over the wound, and followed it with a soft lick.

The unexpected gesture made her shudder as she turned fully to him, clutching his shoulder for support. His face hovered over her stomach, clad in the delicate green net saree.

Looking up, he found her lips parted, her eyes tightly shut, anticipation written across her face.

With hooded eyes, her prince lowered himself again, pressing a soft kiss on her stomach, above her navel, just over the saree. She let out a shaky breath, pulling her knees closer instinctively. The jingling sound of her anklets echoed through their chamber.

He looked up again and saw her biting her lower lip, her cheeks flushed. Smiling warmly, he straightened himself and picked up the bowl of handmade medicine-something he always kept in the changing room for treating his war wounds.

Taking a small amount on his index finger, he gently dabbed it onto her wound. She hissed at the sting, her eyes snapping open to meet his gaze. But, his focus entirely on treating her wound.

Her lips curled into a small, serene smile as she began to relax. Stretching her legs out, the soft sound of her anklets echoed again. She placed her hands gently on her upper stomach, her gaze fixed on him with an intensity that seemed to hold both curiosity and trust.

However, he concentrated on treating her wound when she teased him,

"Kandu pidithu vitteergalaa?"

(So, you found out?)

He glanced up at her with a smile before returning to his task.

She smiled mischievously and added,

"Ilavarasar kangalil irundhu yedhuvum thappaadho?"

(Is there anything that escapes the prince's eyes?)

He shook his head slightly at her teasing but couldn't suppress the amused smile tugging at his lips.

Once he finished treating her small wound, he carefully placed the bowl on the bedside table. Quietly, he stood up and washed his hands, then returned to the room. He dimmed the chamber's fire torches, casting a soft, gentle light across the space.

And with a final movement, he pulled down the white curtains around their bed, enclosing them in a peaceful and intimate cocoon.

As he lay down beside her, one arm tucked beneath his head and the other resting casually on his stomach, the soft flicker of the torches painted faint shadows across his face. She turned towards him, her gaze settling on his profile.

He stared at the ceiling, lost in deep thought, his brows slightly furrowed, as though wrestling with something unsaid. Her curious eyes traced the contours of his face, searching for answers in his silence.

But, as she didn't receive a single glance from him, she turned completely towards him. Feeling her movements, he shifted, his eyes meeting hers. He gave her a small smile, but before she could smile back, he averted his gaze and turned to the other side, his back now facing her.

Her face fell. Gulping, she rolled onto her back, her hands resting on her stomach as she blinked, her mind racing.

"Avar kobam kollumpadi nee yedhum nadandhukondaai'ah, Seervizhi?"

(Did you do something to make him angry, Seervizhi)

She wondered, biting her lip in thought. Then, murmuring softly, she added,

"Ingu naan dha kobam kolla vendum. En thandhaiyin mel ulla pali unarvilae ennai thirumanam seidhu kondadhaaga kooriyadharku... mm.."

(I should be the one angry here, to him. For marrying me to take revenge on my father.. mm..)

She twisted her lips in frustration and turned her face to glance at him once more.

But unable to bear the weight of the silence, she sat up and began removing her accessories. First, the mang tikka, followed by the intricate jewelry that adorned her neck, the earpiece attached to her hair, and the nose pin fastened to the same.

Then undoing her hair, she let it cascade over her shoulders, its silky strands falling onto the pillow. But her movements stilled as she hissed softly-her hair had tangled in the knots of her blouse at the back.

Sighing, she twisted her hands behind her to loosen the hair stuck in the center of her spine. Her lips moved in a quiet murmur,

"Naalai'il irundhu sigaiyinai katti vaithaal dhaan nimmadhiyaaga irukka mudiyum"

(From tomorrow, I must tie up my hair. Only then will I find peace)

She brought her other hand over her shoulder to assist, but froze, her breath catching in her throat.

And her heart skipped a beat when she felt his warm breath graze her right shoulder, followed by the soft touch of his fingertips brushing against her bare back.

Her hand instinctively fell forward, clutching her blouse tightly to her chest as she realized he had moved closer.

With a deliberate gentleness, he undid the stubborn knots of her blouse. She shivered as his fingers lingered briefly, gathering her hair and sweeping it to the side, letting it cascade down her front and he leaned closer.

The moment his lips pressed softly against the bare skin of her mid-back, she felt her breath leave her soul, her heart racing in a rhythm she couldn't control and the time seemed to halt in the stillness of the room.

Her toes curled, and her lips parted as he continued placing kisses all over her bare back, starting from her nape to the end of her choli-bottom. When his lips traveled closer to her shoulder and neck, she tilted her head back, letting it rest against his chest. He wrapped her in his embrace, planting a smooch on her neck before giving it a soft bite, making her let out a gentle moan,

"Il..ilavarasae"

(Prince)

He hummed in response, and as the new sensations overwhelmed her, she shifted restlessly on the bed until he suddenly pulled her, laying her across his lap. He was seated on the bed with one leg folded and the other stretched out beside her, her legs dangling off the edge of their cot outside the white bed screen.

She looked up at him, gulping as her trembling lips parted.

He curled a lock of her curly hair near her temple with his finger, tucking it gently behind her ear. Leaning in, he brushed his lips over her forehead with his other hand rested over her left bosom. She closed her eyes, her fists clenching against her stomach, which was now visible as her green net saree had shifted due to her movements.

His lips trailed from her forehead to her closed eyes, her cheeks, her nose, and her chin. But as he brushed his lips against hers, she raised a trembling palm, placing it between their lips, stopping him.

He paused, looking at her. She gulped and whispered, "

"Thandhaiyai yedhirthu por kolla maateeraa?"

(You won't go to war against my father?)

His eyes, darkened from the moment he saw her bare face and twisting little waist, softened upon seeing her glistening eyes.

He slowly removed her hand from his lips, placing it on his bare shoulder, and leaned in to whisper,

"Maaten"

(I won't)

Her lips curved into a wide smile, and she asked,

"Nijamaaga'va?"

(Really?)

He nodded, meeting her gaze with a soft smile. Her smile widened even more, and she chuckled, asking,

"Yen indha dhideer maatram? Naan kooriyadhu pol, en thandhai yendha thavarum seiya villai endru thaangal therindhu kondeeraa?"

(Why this sudden change? Did you finally understand, as I said, that my father hasn't done anything wrong?)

Her smile dropped when he shook his head and said,

"Innum adhanai urudhi paduthavillai"

(I haven't confirmed that yet)

She gulped, her voice cracking as she asked,

"Neengal kooruvadhai kaettaal, innum thaangal enadhu thandhai yendha thavarum seiya vilai endra mulu nambikkai kolla villa endru therigiradhu, Ilavarasae"

(From what you're saying, it's clear you still don't fully believe that my father hasn't done anything wrong, my prince)

He cupped her cheek, his voice steady as he said,

"Vizhi, ennaal ippodhu unnidam ondrum vilakkam koduthal mudiyaadhu"

(Vizhi, I cannot give you any clarification right now)

Her tears slipped from the corner of her eyes as she stammered,

"Ye..yen?"

(W...why?)

Then, as though struck by a realization, she asked,

"Th..thangaal, naan kudutha salugaiyinai eduthu kondu, enadhu thandhaiyinai vittu vidalaam endru ninaithulleer'ah? Thangalukku enadhu udal.."

(Did you, my prince, think of taking my body's offering and letting go of my father?)

He silenced her by covering her mouth with his palm and pressed his forehead against hers. She trembled beneath him in silent sobs as he whispered,

"Namadhu kadhalinai neeye kocha paduthaadhey, Seervizhi"

(Don't belittle our love, Seervizhi)

Blinking through her tears, she saw him clearly-his eyes were closed as he spoke. She whispered,

"Kadhalai kocha paduthiyadhu naan illai, Ilavarasae. Thirumanathirku munbe thaangal adhanai kocha paduthi vitteer"

(I didn't belittle our love, my prince. You belittled it even before our marriage)

His eyes shivered, and tears slipped from them, shocking her.

Her hands instinctively flew to his cheeks, her shock deepening when he suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and shoulders as he pulled her into a close embrace, burying his face between her bosom as his entire frame trembled against her.

She gulped, her heart racing, but her hands gently found their way to his broad shoulders, unable to completely meet due to his strong, well-built physique. Slowly, she moved one hand to caress the back of his head, her fingers threading through his hair as she silently waited for him to release her.

Minutes passed before he finally pulled back.

Straightening himself up, he helped her sit upright too. She noticed how his eyes avoided hers as he turned towards the edge of their cot, intending to step away.

But before he could, her fingers wrapped firmly around his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. He stilled, his back tense, and then slowly turned towards her, his face carefully composed.

As he opened his mouth to reassure her, likely saying he'd return soon, the words caught in his throat. He froze when she suddenly rose from the cot, kneeling to match his seated height.

Her soft hands cupped his cheeks, and before he could utter a single word, she leaned in and pressed their lips together.

He went utterly still, his breath hitching in shock as her trembling lips lingered against his.

And his control slipped away when she made him place his hands on her bare waist on either side, and he laid back on the bed along with her over him, and they kissed each other-he being a pro, and she hesitantly tried to copy his acts.

His lips nibbled her lower lips, and she did the same to his upper lips before switching it again. And when she went out of breath, she left him and laid on his chest as they panted hard. He saw her silently lying on his chest and opened his mouth to ask what happened or just to call her to see her face, but what shocked him was that she took his hand from her waist and placed it on the side of her bosom before adjusting herself with her face beside his ear and she asked,

"Pinnar enakku theriyaadhu"

(After this, I don't know what to do)

He blinked at her words and then understood that she was referring to what should be done after in their current intimacy. He smiled before taking off his hand, moving it behind her head, caressing her hair, and tilting his head to look at her. He said,

"Theriyaamal yaedhum seiya vendaam. Namakku innum naatkal irukkiradhu"

(You don't have to do anything without knowing. We still have many days ahead)

But his eyes furrowed when she shook her head before continuing,

"En thandhaiyinai kondraal, naan thangaludan vaazhven endru ninaikireergalaa? Illai en thamayan dhaan ennai thangaludan vaazha viduvaar endru ninaikireergalaa? Namakku yendha vidhamaana varungaalam'uhm illai, Ilavarasae"

(Do you think I'll live with you after you killed my father? Or do you think my brother would allow me to live with you? We have no kind of future, Prince)

He shook his head, cupped her cheek, and said,

"Appadi kooraadhey, Seervizhi. Naan eppodhum unnai vida maaten"

(Don't say that, Seervizhi. I'll never leave you)

She smiled faintly and said,

"Porumaiyaaga sindhithu paarungal, Ilavarasae. En thandhai thavaru seidhaaraa illayaa enbadhu enakkum theriyaadhu, thangalukkum theriyaadhu. Aanaal oruvelai avar thavaru seidhirundhaal, avarai neengal poril kondra pin, ennaal yevvaaru thangaludan vaazha mudiyum endru ninaikireergal? Naan ninaithaalum, en manamo, illai enadhu thamayano oppu kollaadhu"

(Think patiently, Prince. I don't know whether my father made a mistake or not, and you don't know either. But if he did make a mistake, after you killed him in battle, how do you think I could live with you? Even if I want to, neither my mind nor my brother will agree)

His eyes stayed on her in silent worry.

"Ennai thirumanam seidhu neengal periya kutram aatri vitteergal, Deva. Perum kutram"

(By marrying me, you've committed a great sin, Deva. A great sin)

His palm, which was resting on her cheek, trembled as she said the next words,

"Apperum kutrathirku nam kadhal yen dhandanai anubavikka vendum? Mukthi aliyungal, Deva"

(Why should our love suffer punishment for that great sin? Give the freedom, Deva)

She teared up, and he controlled himself as she said,

"Kadhal mukthi vendugiren. Tharuveergalaa?"

(I'm asking for freedom from this love. Will you give it to me?)

He fisted his palms, placed her on the bed, and hovered his face over hers. She closed her trembling eyes and felt his lips brushing hers, but without a kiss, she heard him whisper,

"Peru'kutram vilaitha naane adharku theervu kaangiren. Kadhal mukthi dhaane? Nee kaettu naan illai endru yedhuvum kooriyadhillai, Seervizhi. Aanaal... mukthi alitha pin, anaithirkum theervu kaanum varai un kann mun naan vara maaten"

(I, the one who caused the sin, will be the one to find the solution. You want me to give our love freedom, right? I haven't said no to anything you've asked for til now, Seervizhi. However, after we've found our freedom, I will never come before your eyes until the solution is found for everything)

Her eyes widened in shock at his words, but before she could respond, he crashed his lips against hers, silencing her protests. His hands moved with a mix of tenderness and urgency as he slipped her blouse off, his palm finding her left bosom. She trembled beneath him, her moans filling the chamber as the rest of her clothing soon joined the floor.

That night, he gave their love the freedom it had always longed for-gentle, yet consuming. But deep in their hearts, they both felt the pain they carried, an unspoken grief entwined with their passion.

She was horrified yet mesmerized, realizing what transpires between a husband and wife in their private moments to fulfill the purpose of the next generation.

He handled her as delicately as a flower, knowing it would be crushed with the dawn of a new day. And she loved him with the fervor of a precious treasure, one that would sacrifice itself to shield their love from the cruel eyes of the world.

The next morning, her heavy lids fluttered open, and a surge of heat flooded her as memories of the night before washed over her. She rolled to her left, expecting to see him beside her, but the bed was empty.

Her breath hitched as she sat up, the duvet slipping from her chest to reveal her blouse and sari hastily arranged on her body, though still disheveled.

Panic surged through her. She glanced around the room, her voice trembling as she called out,

"Aiyane!"

But silence greeted her.

Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she opened her mouth to call him again, but his words from the night before rang in her mind,

"Kadhal mukthi dhaane? Nee kaettu naan illai endru yedhuvum kooriyadhillai, Seervizhi. Aanaal... mukthi alitha pin, anaithirkum theervu kaanum varai un kann mun naan vara maaten"

(You want me to give our love freedom, right? I haven't said no to anything you've asked for til now, Seervizhi. However, after we've found our freedom, I will never come before your eyes until the solution is found for everything)

Processing his words, Seervizhi's heart raced.

She sprang up from the bed, her movements frantic, brushing away the white curtains that surrounded the chamber. Her hands trembled as she adjusted her blouse and sari, tears spilling freely down her cheeks, already.

She rushed out of the chamber, her bare feet padding against the cold stone floor as she searched for him. But he was nowhere to be found.

However, the sound of the horse's neigh and the rhythmic pounding of hooves drew her attention, pulling her away from the brink of despair. For a moment, she stood still, her heart racing, as the noise grew fainter, slipping away into the distance with each passing second.

Turning, she ran towards the main door of the palace, clutching her choli in her hands, her sari-which had slipped off her head as a veil-dragging behind her.

But, just as she was about to step outside, she felt something fall over her, a sudden weight making her panic. She raised her hands instinctively, shielding her face. But as she opened her eyes, she heard the unmistakable sound of Sarayu's wings flapping.

Sarayu was right there, its form blocking her path.

Seervizhi tried to push forward, but Sarayu stood firmly in her way, making it clear she couldn't leave-it was following Anushman's orders.

"Sarayu"

She whispered, trembling, as the bird circled around her, then sat silently at the entrance of the door, preventing her from leaving.

The sight only made her tears flow harder.

"Yen ippadi seigiraai? Naan avarai kaana vendum"

(Why are you doing this? I need to see him)

She pleaded, but Sarayu remained unmoving, its presence a wall she couldn't break.

Her voice broke,

"Naan unnai vendi kaettu kolgiren. Enakku oru valiyinai nalgu. Naan en aiyanai kaana vendum"

(I am asking you for help. I need to see him. I must see my husband, please)

Clasping her hands together, she waited for some sign of mercy, but Sarayu only turned its back on her, standing resolutely in its position.

Seervizhi wiped her tears in anger and asked sternly,

"Nee unadhu arasanin aanaiyinai dhaan ketpaai allavaa? Nalladhu..."

(Aren't you following your king's orders? Then do what is right...)

She tried to move to the left, to rush outside, but Sarayu chirped loudly, flapping its wings right in front of her face.

In defense, she instinctively raised her hands in front of her, stepping back.

Seervizhi then glared at Sarayu, her anger boiling over.

"Yen ivvaaru seigiraai, Sarayu? Nee un arasarukku udhavi puriya vandhaai'ah? Illai enakku udhavi aalanaaga vandhaai'ah?"

(Why are you doing this, Sarayu? Are you here to help the king, or are you here to help me?)

Sarayu observed her sitting on the floor of the entrance, it's eyes filled with determination.

Seervizhi continued,

"Nee avarukku kadandha kaala udhavi aalanaaga pani aatri irukkalaam, aanaal naan dha unnaidaya nigal kaala arasi. Enakku vali vida illai endraal, naan unakku pali kooravum thayanga maaten"

(You may have been sent to help him in your past, but now I am your queen. If you won't let me out to see him, I won't have any mercy for you)

But Sarayu remained motionless. Seervizhi narrowed her eyes, frustration seeping into her words,

"Unakku enna aanalum paravaa illai. Aanaal, ennai mattum nee veliyae sella anumadhikka maataai allavaa?"

(It doesn't matter what happens to you, but won't you at least let me go outside?)

Sarayu remained silent, its wings flapping ever so slightly. Seervizhi sighed deeply, her voice becoming even more resolute,

"Seri. Unnai ondrum seiya maaten. Aanaal, nee ennai ippodhu avarai kaana sella anumadhikka villai endraal.. en uyirai naane maaithu kolven"

(Fine. I won't make you do anything. But if you won't let me go and see him now, I swear I will end my life)

Her voice was sharp, almost a shout, but Sarayu stayed unmoved.

Gritting her teeth, Seervizhi looked around the room, until her eyes landing on a war sword hanging beside the king's portrait on the wall.

Without hesitation, she walked over, removed the sword from its holder, and moved towards Sarayu. Standing before the bird, she raised the sword to her throat, her eyes filled with defiance.

Immediately, Sarayu fluttered around her, chirping in distress, its wings flapping in a panic. Seervizhi dropped the sword onto the floor, sensing the bird's helplessness.

She then took a step forward, but before she could escape, two guards seized her from either side, grabbing her wrists and dragging her towards the adjacent room.

She struggled, but before she could even cry out, the guards shoved her inside and locked the door behind her. Desperation set in as she rushed towards the door, banging on it, her voice breaking with the force of her cries,

"Yaaradhu? Enna seigireergal? Kadhavai thirangal. Aiyane, Paati, Anbazhagi, Avanindh..."

(Who is it? What are you doing? Open the door! Husband, Grandma, Anbazhagi, Avanindh...)

But, her voice trailed off when she heard the sound of metal clicking together.

Turning around, Seervizhi froze.

There, sitting in the royal chair with one leg crossed over the other, was Yezhisai.

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she watched the woman place a gold spoon and a green bottle on the side table, then lean back with her hands resting on the armrests, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Before Seervizhi could shout at her in frustration, Yezhisai interrupted, her voice dripping with sarcasm,

"Naatin mootha ilavarasi, ivvalavu kaalai'il yengu selgiraar?"

(Where is the first princess of our country going at this early hour?)

Seervizhi clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, but she forced herself to remain calm.

Taking a deep breath, she replied in a steady tone,

"Yen ivvaaru seigireergal? Naan en aiyanai kaana udane sella vendum. Ennai dhayavu koorndhu vittu vidungal. Naan ini thangalin kan mun kooda vara maaten. Dhayavu koorndhu ennai en aiyanai kaana sella anumadhiyungal. Thaangal koorinaal dhaan indha araiyin kadhavu thirakka padum"

(Why are you doing this? I must go see my husband immediately. Please, let me go. I will never come before you again. Please allow me to go see my husband now. Only with your permission this door be opened)

Her voice trembled with urgency, but the command in her words remained firm.

Yezhisai chuckled, a cold, mocking sound that made Seervizhi's stomach churn. Rising gracefully from the royal chair, Yezhisai flipped the pallu of her sari over her arm and walked towards Seervizhi, her gaze sharp and calculating.

"Aiyan"

(Husband)

Yezhisai drawled, her lips curving into a mocking smirk.

"Unadhu aiyanai kaana sella vendumaa? Aamaam, yengu sendraan unadhu aiyan? Meendum unnai thaniyaaga engalidam vittu sendru vittaanaa?"

(Do you really want to see your husband? Yes, where has your husband gone? Has he left you alone here with us again?)

Her mocking tone sent a shiver of dread through Seervizhi, but she stood her ground, her voice firm though her throat tightened,

"Avar avvaaru yengum ennai vittu sella maataar. Naan dhaan..."

(He will never leave me anywhere. I am the one..)

She stopped mid-sentence when Yezhisai let out another chuckle, her eyes gleaming with mocking.

"Ivvalavu nambikkai'ah andha anadhai'in mel umakku?"

(Do you have so much trust in that orphan?)

Yezhisai sneered.

Seervizhi's face flushed crimson with anger, her control slipping.

She stormed towards Yezhisai, her steps quick, and raised her index finger to her face, glaring at her fiercely.

"Yaarai anaadhai endru koorugireergal? Ennai enna vendum aanaalum koori kollungal, aanaal en devan'ai patri yedhaenum yaelanamaaga koorineergal... naan thangalukku keel panindhu nadappadhinai thurakka oru nimidam yosikka maaten"

(Who are you calling an orphan? You can say whatever you want to me, but if you ever speak ill of my husband... I won't hesitate for a second to lose my respect for you)

Her voice was steady, but her glare was fiery, each word laced with a warning that sent a ripple of tension through the air.

Yezhisai's smirk faltered momentarily, her teeth gritting in silent frustration. But she quickly composed herself, a new plan forming in her mind as she threw her head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the chamber, loud and exaggerated.

Seervizhi frowned, lowering her hand in confusion as she looked at Yezhisai. Her laughter continued, a twisted mix of amusement and cruelty on her face.

Her heart raced, trying to understand the reason behind this sudden outburst, her unease growing with every passing moment.

Yezhisai stopped slowly, her lips curling into a smirk as she looked at Seervizhi.

"Un devan"

(Your husband)

She said softly, chuckling.

"Un devan. Innum satru kaalam dhaan idhellaam. Pin, yeppodhu un devan'irku unmai theriya varugiradho, appodhu theriyum umakku avanadhu unmai mugam"

(Your husband. All of this is just the present moment. Then, when will the truth come to light for your husband, only then you'll know his true face)

Seervizhi felt a knot tighten in her throat, the words sinking in, even though she tried to resist. She couldn't stop herself from asking, her voice trembling slightly,

"Unmai'ah? Enna unmai?"

(Truth? Which truth?)

Yezhisai raised jer eyebrows, her expression twisted in amusement as she asked,

"Enna unmai'ah? Yen umakku theriyaadhaa?"

(Which truth'huh? Why? You don't know what is that?)

She mocked.

Seervizhi furrowed her brows, but Yezhisai continued, her tone dripping with fake humor.

"Tharpodhu innaadu arasar atru iruppadharku pin iruppavar patriya unmai umakku theriyaadhaa?"

(So, you don't know the person behind why this country is without a king now?)

She asked, her face still pretending to be amused as Seervizhi slowly shook her head.

"Naan ninaithen. Umakku ondrum theriyaamal dhaan engal arasavai'kul vara anumadhithiruppaai endru..."

(I thought so, that you must have unknowingly entered our kingdom without knowing anything)

Yezhisai's voice softened, feigning worry, though her eyes gleamed with mocking.

Seervizhi's chest tightened with anxiety, her thoughts racing as she tried to process the weight of the words.

"En... enna unmai? Yaarai, yedhanai patri pesugireergal? Innaadu arasar atru iruppadharku pin yaar ullaar endru thangalukku theriyumaa?"

(What... what truth? Who are you talking about? Do you know who is behind why this country is without a king now?)

She shot back, her voice demanding answers.

Yezhisai met her gaze steadily, her smile never faltering.

"Enakku mattum illai, indha arasavaiyil ulla anaivarukum theriyum"

(Not just me, everyone in this kingdom knows)

She said, her voice cold yet firm.

"Adhanaal unakkum therindhirukkum endrey naangal anaivarum enninom. Aanaal neeye ippadi ketkiraai?"

(That's why we all thought you knew the truth too. But why are you asking like this?)

Her expression shifted to one of feigned shock, the false innocence in her voice making Seervizhi gulp.

But Yezhisai turned and saw Seervizhi's restless and scared face through the mirror placed before them, smirking evilly.

"Enna koorugireergal? Yaar andha sadhi velai'yinai seidhadhu?"

(What are you saying? Who is responsible for that tragic deed?)

Seervizhi's voice trembled.

Yezhisai turned back again towards her, her gaze sharp as she replied coldly,

"Naan sonnaal nee namba maruppaai"

(If I say it, you might not believe me)

"Illai. Naan marukka maaten. Yaarendru koorungal"

(No. I won't. Tell me who it is)

Seervizhi pleaded, her heart racing as she desperately sought the truth.

She needed to know the person behind all of this, to make her husband understand that his father was innocent.

But Yezhisai's response hit her like a thunderstorm.

"Poorviga naatu arasar, Uyirvanban!"

(Poorviga dynasty's king, Uyirvanban!)

Seervizhi's eyes widened in shock as the name echoed in her mind.

Yezhisai continued, her voice dripping with venom.

"Innaatin meedhum, innaatu arasar meedhum sadhi purindhu, tharpodhu innaadu arasar atra veru nilam'aaga irukka kaaranam, unadhu thandhai"

(Even today, if this country lies in a land without a king to rule, the person behind this deed is your father)

Tears welled up in Seervizhi's eyes, her body trembling with disbelief.

"Unadhu thandhai, Uyirvanban seidha soolchi'aal dhaan ippodhu naangal veru nilamaaga irukkirom"

(Your father, because of the evil act he committed, is the reason we are now in this state)

Yezhisai shouted angrily, her words slicing through the air.

Seervizhi stood frozen, her entire being in shock.

"Idhu un aiyanukkum theriyum, innaatu arasar-enadhu kanavarukkum theriyum. Avar pali pagaiyudan unnai avaradhu magan Anushman thirumanam seiya kooriyadhaal dhaan unadhu aiyan unnai manam mudithaan"

(This was known to your husband too, and also to the king-my husband. It was because, to avenge your father, my husband asked Anushman to marry you)

Seervizhi's chest tightened as the meaning of those words sunk in.

So, it's all true? Everyone knew about it even before she married Anushman?

Yezhisai moved closer, her voice lowering, but her words no less harsh.

"Innaadu arasavai umakku avvalavu paasam alippadhu yedharkkaaga endru ninaikiraai?"

(Why do you think you have so much affection from the people in this kingdom?)

Yezhisai leaned in even closer, her breath hot against Seervizhi's face, and hissed,

"Unnai kai patri, unadhu naatin maelum, unadhu thandhaiyin maelum por thodukka mattume aagum. Yaarum-Panja puthirargal mudharkondu, Anbazhagi matrum Rajamatha varai, yaarum unmel ingu unmaiyaana paasam kollavillai"

(With you in our hands, we can seize your country and defeat your father in the war. No one-even Anbazhagi and Rajamatha-genuinely holds true affection for you here)

Seervizhi's legs gave way beneath her as her body trembled uncontrollably.

The truth felt like a weight pressing down on her chest, suffocating her, even thought she don't want to trust her words.

Yezhisai's venomous words cut through her soul.

"Anaithum naadagam aagum. Unadhu thandhai seidha soolchi'in vilaivaaga dhaan nee ingu nirkiraai"

(Everything is a drama. It is because of the consequences of your father's deeds that you are standing here now)

Seervizhi stood there, utterly crushed, betrayed, and helpless.

The words burned through her mind as she stood frozen, a hand clutching her chest as though she could hold her heart together. Her body ached with the weight of confusion and pain.

She wanted to reach out to her husband, or even her father, hoping they would tell her that everything was a lie, that none of this was true.

But if it were indeed the truth, what would happen to her life? How could she even continue to live with the love of her life after that?

She was crushed. Completely.

*******

TBC..

Epdi irundhuchu?

Hello, everyone! Long time. No see 🌝

I hope you liked this chapter and how the story is moving towards the big revelations.

I have something important to say. As you know, this story has been getting fewer votes and views. Many readers also said that the Tamil and wording are hard to understand. Because of that, I lost interest in this book a long time ago.

But I'm still here today because I don't want to disappoint my loyal readers who have patiently waited for the next update. So, I've decided to wrap up the story sooner than planned. I need your opinion,

Shall I complete it in 32 chapters or extend it to 38? I'll go with your choice.

Also, I promise that after the big reveals, you will definitely get to see Anushman and Seervizhi's beautiful romance before the story ends!

And, at first, I planned to make this a series, but now I have decided to keep it as a single book. If I regain interest in the future, I might write more parts, but I can't promise anything.

I am really sorry for this decision, but I don't feel excited about writing this as a series anymore. I hope my interest comes back, but if not, I apologize again.

Please let me know your thoughts, and thank you for all your support! ❤️

Love you all 💜

See you all in the next update, bubyee 🐎💜🦋