Sambaridli

♤The Warrior And The King♤

A little about

Athreya

Orphan, seer, Dark skinned, golden eyed, Dagger wielder, Archer, shiva devotee, good in politics, loves animals especially her pet tiger, Nandini's sister in arms, admires Aditha's sword wielding, First Female Warrior of The Chola Empire, doesn't hesitate to manipulate.

Background

Was found in a temple with Nandini and grew up a shiva devotee. Always had a passion for fighting and convinced the commander to train her alongside others. Later was yrained alongside Arulmozhi due to her potential and inborn talent. Started admiring Aditha after watching him duel from afar and aspired to become better than him. Forms a close bond with Arulmozhi and Nandini.

●Note: Have mercy people, my writing is not that good but I am trying prologue in a few hours, idk if u wanna be tagged but here ya go @whippersnappersbookworm @sambaridli @thelekhikawrites ♡♡

ménage

A series where i write about all the characters of the ps clan.....as family.

Aditha

Aditha is the kind of person, relatives value only because he's the eldest son. Otherwise he's just the bad influence. The parents keep their children at a distance from him, because who would want their children to take after the unruly beast of the family. He throws parties every now and then, pours his nephews or nieces a drink whenever he's having one and practices hunting as a hobby. He is the very definition of an Adventure Junkie. He seems as though he does not have a care in this world, and doesn't take even himself much seriously.

But in reality, Aditha is that uncle who'll give you realistic advice, which might for once, actually help you. When you're ranting, he will genuinely listen to every word you rant, be it about a college fight, academic pressure or (especially) a breakup. He'll throw you a bashful smile from across the room when you stand up for yourself against your relatives, and console you after you get yelled at by your parents for doing so. He will take you go carting after a horrible test, and make cold coffee for you, as you study at two in the morning for your next one. He will push you to work harder than you thought you ever could, and then pat you on your head, whether you succeed or fail. Yet, when something goes wrong, he's the first to be blamed.

So go tell him, that it was his day-out that gave you the break you very much needed before that test. Tell him about how much lighter you felt after spilling your bottled up emotions. Tell him that his assuring gaze is what fuelled you with confidence.

Because one day he'll be gone. Before you know it, before he knows it. And he'll go thinking that he did nothing but bring chaos into his families life. That his existence was worthless.

So go tell him, everything he needs to hear. Go tell him.

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#PONNIYINSELVAN : veera chozha veera (please pretend the glitch foes not exist)

Avalai Marakathaan

Her scream still echoed in his ears.

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"vendam.....I beg of you, spare him"

But at that moment, Aditha was deaf to Nandini's pleadings.

He was blind to her, begging at his feet, with folded, blood ridden hands.

His mind was clouded. Clouded by the fact that she had gotten over him. Clouded by the fact that she was in love with another man.

Veera Pandiyan lay on the cot, blood oozing out of his wounds, clinging to every millimetre of his body. With his breath beggining to run shallow, his eyes blurry, he faintly managed to call Nandini.

Ah, to hear her name, burnt his heart.

But hearing Veera Pandiyan say it burnt his soul. A soul he had considered lost when he was seperated from Nandini.

Before he himself could fully comprehend what he was doing, Aditha had strode forward and slit Veera Pandiyan's throat. Blood splattered all around the hut. It splattered on his skin and armour, quenching his thirst for revenge.

For a split second, he felt at peace which immediately turned into regret as he heard Nandini whimpering on the floor.

Her scream still echoed in his ears.

Her silhouette trembled, blood sprayed over her face.

She had slouched down to her knees, falling on to her side.

"How could you forget about me Nandini?" Asked Aditha, still looking at Veera Pandiyan's corpse. He had finally begun to let his emotions surface. "How could you forget about me, our love? Was it even love? Or was it just so you could ascend the throne and become Thanjai Illaya Rani?"

Her eyebrows furrowed and eyes widened.

"Why would you say something like that?" Nandini asked after a long pause.

"How could you fall in love with Veera Pandiyan!" Aditha exclaimed turning around in rage "or was that another play too, to get access to royalty?"

Nandini rose slowly, her body still shaken by the incident that had just taken place. She stared into Aditha's eyes for a minute and sighed, still maintaining eye contact.

"He was like a father to me Aditha. He took me in, gave me food, shelter and most of all, dignity."

The regret had now turned into guilt. His mental state had manipulated the situation.

"How could I ever forget you Aditha?"

Aditha looked back at Nandini, but this time he saw the old Nandini. The Nandini he'd take on horseback rides. The Nandini he'd lurk around the temples to see.

This time there was a glimmer in her eyes, a slight smile on her lips.

She still loved him.

Maybe he'd be forgiven for the sin he had just committed.

He took one step closer to her, but she stepped back. Aditha looked confused.

He saw a tear trickle down Nandini's cheeks. A tear as red as blood. He tried to wipe it, when Nandini drew out her dagger. He stopped in his tracks.

Her lotus like eyes looked weary, her delicate milk like skin was coated in blood, her hands which held garlands of flowers now held a dagger.

That is when it struck Aditha. Nandini had changed. And it was all because of him. She had turned into a snake, but it was he who had provided the poison.

His eyes burnt, facing the reality.

He could see the life he had imagined with Nandini burning in flames. Aditha heaved once and then again, before he dropped to the ground and began sobbing.

"Lets run away Nandini. Run away from all this mess. Run away where it's only you and me" asked Aditha with the final little hope he had.

"I can't Aditha. We can't. This was never meant to be" Nandini had completely broken down.

That scarred Aditha. To him he was always meant to her and she for him, since childhood.

Aditha was no longer the warrior who had killed thousands and conquered hundreds of kingdom. He had crashed to the ground, trying to convince the love his life to run away with him.

For a second their eyes met, and suddenly they knew. They knew just what they hadn't known until that moment.

One arrow came through, and then another. In a second's time Nandini's body lay on the floor.

Aditha's body froze for a second before he frantically crawled to Nandini. Her body lay limp in the pool of blood. He took her into his arms, shook her and screamed to her in an attempt to bring her to consciousness. But she was gone.

"Karikalar is safe! He's well and alive!" shouted Parthibendran. And soon an army of soldiers came cheering, running towards the hut.

The chozha soldiers had found Aditha in the hut, and had seen a woman with bloodied hands, holding a dagger in front him. With the compromising position they saw Aditha in, they had assumed it would be right to shoot down the woman.

"Are you alright arase?" Parthiba whispered getting closer to Aditha.

Aditha drew out his dagger in fury.

The hilt hit a glass of wine on his table, toppling it over, waking him up.

He could see the fabric of the tent wavering above him. Soon he could feel the silken sheets around. It took him a while to get up.

It was a nightmare. Not the first. Not the last.

Not for the sin he had committed.

One tear followed the other. He began to weep.

Aditha howled in pain, he couldn't tolerate it anymore. He couldn't live like this anymore

He poured himself a glass of wine and gulped and shoved it down his throat to silence himself.

He wished he could pierce that dagger of his through his heart and this all.

Her scream still echoed in his ears.

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Had to write this after that frantic bed scene from Chinnanjiru Nilave MV.

For the "....and they knew" line, i really can't explain it. It's something i know they would want each other to know, and i let them, let the other know. It's a feeling i can't explain.

I'm sorry, I'm not high i promise.

Yes, i did just make Parthibendran more horrible for myself.

It's the first fic I've ever posted, please ignore if the writing was a little weary at places. I'll work on it to get better.

(idk y'alls ids to tag, ping me so i get your I'd)

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I don't think I can keep it in anymore so I'm just going to say it...

I THOUGHT HE WAS VERY HOT OKAY!! I was giggling and shit when he was stealing glances at nandini like sirrr-