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VishveshvaraNaayika

"Shivaani!" Shiva's lips took in the name of the queen of his heart, the mother of the universe, the very essence of Shiva. The trees around him shook in a newly found strength, the flowers on the trees shook and rained down, the streams of water and droplets of snow appeared whiter, in profound ebullience, and the very kaaya of the lord of the Brahmanda underwent changes, that could only be caused by BrahmandaNaayaki.

"Shivaani!" Shankara uttered again, smiling joyously while his dark irises emitted light beyond perception, a slight of infinite spiritual knowledge that originated from his very own self, was given its essence by Shankara himself, through Shaankari, for anything that is given form, is done by Maheshvara Shakti, in his own form.

The snake coiled his neck, while the entire neighbouring danced to the mellifluous sounds of Shiva tattvam that radiated everywhere, and a right hand arose from Shiva's shoulder, that had a Damarukam in his rear right palm produced astounding sound, of a name that was etched in Shankara's very breath, the name of Kaali. A left hand arose adjacent to the DamarukaHasta and a bowl of fire, that resounded his heart that was ablaze with the very name of Uma etched in every single flame that arose, the very flame of love that glittered in his eyes.

Another left hand arose, with a deer held in it firmly, that represented the entire Jivam that was caused by Shankara himself, while a right hand rose, with a resplendent golden axe in it, that represented the inevitable end to the entire Jivakoti, but was also the way to Moksha. The hands rose up, parallel above the lord's head, while another pair of hands evolved, one holding the Kapala that represented the entire life, what rested in the hands of Shankara, the other holding an Ankusha, that represented the entire power of Shiva, that was for the welfare of the three worlds.

His left hand clutched onto Trishula and his right hand was lifted in Varada mudra, blessing the world with his infinite sea of magnanimity and Karuna, that was situated in every single pore of Shiva.

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JUST LOOK AT THIS BEAUTYY! <3 EVERYTHING ABOUT KAMALAAA, AND MANOHAR AS USUAL LITERALLY STOLEEE HEARTSS! *GIVES AWAY MY HEART* Takeee ittt, Akkaaaaaaa

:p Now now, Revaaa Bhabhi's nishchyathaartham :p

Alsooooo, Bangalore traffic 😭

Saundarya: Seraphic Oneness ( Ficlet #1)

Gazes Through Showers

Manohar had finally gotten an early release that day from work. He did work in His father’s company, but He had refused to be treated as someone special, insisting He climb the rung by Himself, especially if He was to become the Managing Director eventually. He wanted to see what every position offered to be able to improve the company as time went by. The pride on His father Vasudev and elder brother Halesh’s faces was more than enough for Him to know He had made the right decision regarding the company. But in that moment, all He really wanted was to go home to His Amma’s bhajjis and tea, relax next to her and talk about the happenings of the day, of dreams of the future. But here He was, caught in the rain, in this crazy, unmoving Bangalore traffic. Was there nothing… He sighed and turned on His playlist, shuffling His Tamil music playlist, hoping that some song that would suit the mood would appear somehow. “Venmathi venmathiye nillu,” the melancholy of love at first sight filled his car, and Manohar relaxed. This song perfectly set the mood, for the gloomy sky and the insane traffic gave Him the same vibes. He sang to himself softly, staring at the endless traffic and the dark rain clouds. Sometimes, He had seen his own complexion dance with the colour of the rain clouds. Rather, very often it had happened, and in recent days, even more so.

Every priest he has met in any temple He went to had told Him that His Divinity was like Vaasudeva Krishna's; that He was meant to change the world, but how could He without His other half by His side?

Manohar sighed softly, looking out His window, when the visual before Him made Him pause, and blink His eyes, repeatedly.

Was that... a young woman dancing in the rain? Amidst the thunder and lightning, all alone, though it felt like the rain was dancing with and around Her. Who was She? Why did She feel like someone intimately close to His heart?

"Jannalin vazhi, vandhu vizhundhadhu minnalin oli..." crooned His radio, as Manohar watched Her unblinking. Even the song sensed the thrumming of His heart and veins, it seemed. He peered more, making to lower the glass of His window, to take Her in better, when the sudden turn She executed in Her dance made Their eyes clash.

And the whole world stopped.

Manohar could feel something ancient awaken in His veins, something primal, beyond the human body, something intimately connected with the Soul, and for that moment, He felt the same from Her too, if Her parted pink lips and the widening of Her neelotpala eyes meant what He thought they did; surprise and knowing, a reflection of His own mixed emotions.

He was unsure what to think; He did not even know what He felt.

But He knew He was overwhelmed, that He felt too many things- who was She? Why did She awaken in Him something He had not felt before?

She was imprinted in Him. He rolled down His window, just to get a clearer look at Her, and it was exactly then that the traffic started to move slowly. He sighed, looking at Her as if to say sorry, before slowly driving away, watching Her for as long as He could, Her eyes never leaving Him either.

'Shankara, bless me so that She and I will meet again, and soon!'

****

Kamalaa could not forget those delightful dark brown eyes, like the soil of the rich earth, that had read her Soul that day. She even remembered those beautiful molten gold specks that danced all over His eyes, even from the distance, amidst heavy rain. The cold She had gotten due to dancing in the rain did not bother Her, but not knowing the identity of the man with the captivating eyes bothered Her.

She wanted to meet Him, get to know Him. Something about Him- it told Her clearly that He was the One.

The One She had always dreamt of.

Somehow, She just knew.

Even She could not explain how it was so, but She was more than sure that He was the One for Her. He was Her beloved Krishna.

"Purushottama," She prayed. "Come for me and to me very soon."

She felt a cool breeze touch Her, the blessing of Her Lord,as if to indicate that all will be well.

"May I ever be yours," She prayed once more, when the light sounds of Her mother's aarati reached Her ears, the ringing sounds of the archanai bell like the melody of Krishna's flute, an answer in reassurance.

"I knew you will always be there for me, Mannavane."

With those words, She slipped out of Her room, not noticing the mild fluttering of the peacock feather on Her desk even in the absence of air, a further sign from Murari, the enlivener of hearts.

A day later...

The house was decorated like a new bride, festoons and flowers hung everywhere. It had ben decorated for the welcoming of the hopeful groom of Kamalaa's elder cousin sister Revathi, the latter a karate instructor and architect, managing both professions with aplomb. Kamalaa Herself had been busy with adorning Her sister with jewels required for the occasion, without taking away Revathi's individuality.

Kamalaa's hobby was aesthetic, elegant dressing, while professionally, she was a child psychiatrist, and had seen a lot of unexpected cases.

"Kamalaa," Revathi said. "Do you think this will work out?"

"I feel it will. I have a good feeling about this match, in a way I did not about the previous ones," said Kamalaa softly. "That explains the dressing up too, I guess."

"You always dress me up beautifully, but since you met that mystery man, I feel like you allowed your romantic side to come out in full force, and that is showing in how you are dressing me up."

"Is it?" Kamalaa felt the jhumkas on Her ears hit Her skin lightly, creating a pleasant sensation rather than pain, as She entwined Revathi's long braid with a fusion of malli and kanakambaram.

"It is, and I am loving this," said Revathi. "You have made me some celestial apsara?"

Revathi was clearly joking, but Kamalaa looked at Her sister, and said, "You do not know how beautiful you truly are. Hopefully, my Athimber can and will show you."

"Girls, they are near. Kamalaa, check to make sure all the food is ready, and keep Revathi's vadai-sambar in the front," called out Prerna, Kamalaa's mother, who had taken the position of Revathi's after the latter lost hers.

Kamalaa looked at Revathi and kissed Her forehead gently.

"Get ready Akka, the time has come."

With that, Kamalaa left the room, heading to join the welcoming committee, just as the golden brown eyes her heart had been captivated by fell on Her.

Kamalaa stilled and met His eyes, as He too paused, taken in by Her, the whole world falling away, only each other in the vicinity of the intense gaze of love that radiated from them.

"Purushottama," She whispered, low enough that none but She could hear Herself.

"Neela," He whispered, as if having heard Her, His eyes boring into Hers, as everyone around Them greeted each other, the heady love in the air enhanced within Them, as both walked inside, now side by side, as if unable to even part.

'Krishna, you came, as you promised,' Kamalaa prayed, as everyone got seated, and the introductions started, Kamalaa still glancing at the man intermittently, Her veins thrumming with reassurance and hope.

******

@vibishalakshman @thelekhikawrites @celestesinsight @krishna-sahacharini @kaal-naagin @krishnapriyakiduniya @nirmohi-premika @chemicalmindedlotus @whippersnappersbookworm @sakhiiii @ambidextrousarcher @willkatfanfromasia @nspwriteups @dr-scribbler @rupkatha-banerjee @theramblergirl @hinsaa-paramo-dharma @moon-880 @thegleamingmoon @thereader-radhika @balladedutempsjadis @dr-scribbler Please let me know you thoughts, and do let me know if the rest of you want to be added to the list. 

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[chemicalmindedlotus]

KamalaaManohar ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Saundarya: Seraphic Oneness (Trailer + Aesthetics)

This is a modern AU on NagnajitiKrishna, along with RevathiBalarama and UlupiArjuna.

*****

Manohar Vasudev

Kamalaa Srivatsan Iyengar

Trailer:

Manohar could feel something ancient awaken in His veins, something primal, beyond the human body, something intimately connected with the Soul, and for that moment, He felt the same from Her too, if Her parted pink lips and the widening of Her neelotpala eyes meant what He thought they did; surprise and knowing, a reflection of His own mixed emotions.

He was unsure what to think; He did not even know what He felt.

But He knew He was overwhelmed, that He felt too many things- who was She? Why did She awaken in Him something He had not felt before?

She was imprinted in Him. He rolled down His window, just to get a clearer look at Her, and it was exactly then that the traffic started to move slowly. He sighed, looking at Her as if to say sorry, before slowly driving away, watching Her for as long as He could, Her eyes never leaving Him either.

'Shankara, bless me so that She and I will meet again, and soon!'

****

Kamalaa could not forget those delightful dark brown eyes, like the soil of the rich earth, that had read her Soul that day. She even remembered those beautiful molten gold specks that danced all over His eyes, even from the distance, amidst heavy rain. The cold She had gotten due to dancing in the rain did not bother Her, but not knowing the identity of the man with the captivating eyes bothered Her.

She wanted to meet Him, get to know Him. Something about Him- it told Her clearly that He was the One.

The One She had always dreamt of.

Somehow, She just knew.

**************

@vibishalakshman @thelekhikawrites @celestesinsight @krishna-sahacharini @kaal-naagin @krishnapriyakiduniya @nirmohi-premika @chemicalmindedlotus @whippersnappersbookworm @sakhiiii @ambidextrousarcher @willkatfanfromasia @nspwriteups @dr-scribbler @rupkatha-banerjee @theramblergirl @hinsaa-paramo-dharma @moon-880 @thegleamingmoon @thereader-radhika @balladedutempsjadis @dr-scribbler Please let me know you thoughts, and do let me know if the rest of you want to be added to the list. 

#nagnajiti #balarama #love #Idieforsruakka'sbooks #manoharstealingeveryone'shearts❤️

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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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RajaRajaChozhan. Brilliance.

Arulmozhi Varman (Analysis series- #2)

Arulmozhi Varman, the pole star

“Thambi, you have heard, I suppose, that sailors use compasses to tell direction, mid-sea? Lighthouses are of great assistance as well. But do you know the greatest and most valuable aid to any sailor in choppy waters? It is the pole star, the Dhruva Natchathiram that glows in the northern horizon. Other stars and planets may change position often; even the Seven Sages shift their paths. But the Dhruva star never moves; it shines steadily, always holding its position. That, Thambi, describes Emperor SundaraChozhar’s youngest son, Prince ArulmozhiVarmar. Nothing can shake his courage and determination; he is as valiant as he is compassionate, and trustworthy. His knowledge of the world is as deep and thorough as his education; those who look upon his innocent, radiant face will feel their sorrows and hardships vanish, and contentment fill them; he is, in fact, the cherished son of good fortune. Young men like you, who wish to make something of their lives, would do well to take him as their idol, just as the sailors guide their ships with the help of the Dhruva star.”

Who is Arulmozhi Varman?

This is Arulmozhi Varman. 

He is everything everyon loved, he is knowledgeable, courageous, determind, valiant, and his face reduces sorrows and hardships- Arulmozhi Varman sounds divine, almost. 

“Good God—how you do portray Arulmozhi Varmar! As though a young woman describing her beloved?” 

“Anyone who claims the lands of Ponni as his home, Thambi, will say the same.”

And this is the cherry on top. Everyone falls for Arulmozhi Varmar one way or the other- because he is so. 

What do you all think? @vibishalakshman @thelekhikawrites @nspwriteups @whippersnappersbookworm @ragkee @chemicalmindedlotus @thirst4light @celestesinsight @hollogramhallucination @dr-scribbler @willkatfanfromasia @sakhiiii @arachneofthoughts @yehsahihai

[chemicalmindedlotus]

AgnijaArjuna

The evening sky glistened under the stars which seemed to be in a closer vicinity due to the forest that spread for miles and miles to go, chillness and fog taking its space in the forest, due lining up the tips of the leaves like water drops those line the petals of a freshly blooming blue lotus.

Similar sweat and exasperation lined the foreheads of the six people who were walking through that forest, them being the five sons of Pandu and Drupadatmajaa Krishnaa herself.

Bhima and Arjuna, who were eager about exploring the forest led the path for the other four, with only a long, sturdy stick in their hands to navigate across the wilderness, to prevent any kind of animals or organisms crossing their path harming them or them harming it.

Yudhishthira and Sahadeva followed the duo while Krishnaa strode behind the first son of Kunti, Nakula hopping behind her, glancing innocently at the cute rabbits that passed his way, him itching to pick one up and cuddle.

Arjuna hopped away a little front, while Bhima stood in his tracks, sensing the discomfort his brothers and wife felt, soft tears lining his eyes. 

"Jyeshta..." Bhima slowly addressed which made the third Pandava to stop and rush back worriedly.

"I understand your concern, Bhima, I do. But Viraata's city is almost thirty Yojanas away from here, but we also have to reach it by today's sundown. Otherwise, it may cause trouble to us." Yudhishthira expressed with concern, while Arjuna turned back to look at Krishnaa who had sweat dripping down her, fatigue lacing her lotus petal like eyes which met his, her discomfort paining Arjuna like the thorn in his heart, which he also noticed in Draupadi's left foot, which caused her more pain.

Yudhisthira sensed Dhananjaya's distraction, while a mischievous smile crossed his lips, which he masked away with a normal expression, turning towards Arjuna.

"Dhananjaya," he addressed, glancing at his wife who now tightly clutched her own skirt for support, sighing a bit before continuing.

"Carry Krishnaa till the outskirts of the city, she needs some rest which we cannot afford now, but can always provide her with a little comfort which we can try for."

"And we will lead the way, you do not worry. Simply listen to us once and trod behind us."  Bhima added when he noticed a confused expression in Arjuna's eyes, his lips parted to explain something.

"And Anuja Arjuna, Carry Krishnaa carefully, not like how you dangle Gandiva on your shoulder, alright?" Yudhishthira giggled, starting to walk ahead with Bhima and the twins, while Arjuna and Draupadi passed secretive glances at each other, the latter wanting to laugh at the amusing, confused indication on Arjuna's face.

"No need to pass glances at me secretively." Draupadi rolled her eyes, blinking at him indicating him to lift her up.

"And do I have to invite you specially to carry me? Can't you sense my discomfort? I am not anything like that Dhananjaya of mine who finds happiness in hopping away into the forest carefree." Draupadi chuckled at herself in the end, shaking her head tinnily which made Arjuna lose himself in her lotus like face, which he was jerked off when his wife Pat-smacked his arm.

Arjuna silently picked her up, wrapping his right arm around her waist while her left wrapped her feet, their faces coming closer in the quickness at which he worked, while she bashfully adjusted her tree-bark robes properly, trying to avoid his eyes, after which she put her arms round his neck, trying to act distracted by a dewy leaf that hung down above her forehead.

"Her highness, could you bless me with your eyes on me? So that we can proceed walking? And you wouldn't get scratched by that twig hanging right beside the leaf you find so interesting?" Arjuna pouted like a child, which made Draupadi shake her head and blush hard at the same time.

"Oh yes, Natha?" Krishnaa rolled her eyes, looking back into Arjuna's eyes which made him turn red as well; but his further action left the both of them blushing, when he booped his nose against hers, also rubbing it across her soft cheeks.

"Stop, what are you doing Arjuna?" Draupadi hid her face behind her palms, while he started to walk slowly, grinning at her who adjusted herself in his arms. 

Suddenly Draupadi felt herself go low towards the ground, and she almost screamed when she looked down, Arjuna kneeling on to the floor, still hugging Draupadi close towards him, slowly catching up her left foot carefully, trying not to pain her due to his actions.

"Stay calm, Krishnae."  Arjuna whispered as he slowly pulled out the thorns in her foot, holding it into the air, stopping the blood flow with his palms while Draupadi grit her teeth in pain, wincing; which made Arjuna hug her closer towards himself.

"You are so weird, Arjuna." Draupadi deadpanned as he rose back up on to his feet, shaking his head as to throw back the hair that fell to his face when he bent down.

"And why do you think so, the queen of my poor heart?" Arjuna giggled as he walked a tiny bit faster, trying to catch up with his brothers.

"Because you are so weird! Slow down, Jishnu. You aren't having a running race with the other four! Who runs like this with his wife in his hold?" Arjuna bit his tongue as he slowed down, giggling awkwardly when he realised what he was doing.

"But you can't call me weird before I do anything weird. Why do I call me weird otherwise?"

"Because you do things without informing before. How would I expect you to relieve me of the pain that thorn gave?"

"Krishnaa, Krishnaa. Even if I ran away into the forest, I noticed your pain long before. Years of practice also gave me practice to be attentive to the smallest of sounds, as low frequency sounds to higher ones. Hence, I noticed. But I couldn't tell you while all of us are walking together as I also had to check for protecting the others too. But now I had an opportunity to remove it myself, and I used it."

"Aha, that's the story, Svami?" Draupadi giggled as she tried to recreate Arjuna's way of explaining which made both of them burst into fits of laughter, enjoying the solitude they found in each other's arms.

"You know, Krishnaa? You amuse me all the time. I still don't get you, how you go from mocking me to teasing me to making me feel Happy like the glide of an arrow, shifting from one mood to another. Maybe that's the Draupadi I fell in love with. Full of Love, aspirations, righteousness, intelligence and moreover the embodiment of joy in my life."

"Oh yes, contrasting you like anything. You fine me amusing but I find you similar to a Markatam. Very chanchalam you are. Dramatic, annoyingly cute, immersed in archery all the time, if I can say so, you make me fall madly in love with you." Krishnaa burst into laughter clutching her stomach while an amused, questioning arch in the brow formed on Arjuna's face while a thought of 'Am I actually that amusing?' crossed his mind.

"I don't even understand you at some times, Krishnae!" Arjuna exclaimed, slowing down as he was lost in his own flow of thoughts when Draupadi's shy voice reached his ears, for which she rose up in his arms, trying to whisper it in his ears.

"Natha..I had a thought. But thinking about itself makes me shy." She teasingly whispered while hiding her face in his chest, continuing when she noticed the uncontrolled curiosity on one of her husband's face.

"Do you also think that we look like the cloud carrying a lightning, when I'm in your arms? You being the cloud and me being your streak of lightning?"

He was overcome by surprise at her thought, his eyes looking keenly into hers, while he reflexively bent down closer to her lotus-like face, escaping the vines that were hanging from the top, coincidentally at the right moment.

Draupadi softly looked into his eyes as she held his cheeks in her tender palms, while Arjuna rested his forehead on hers with gentleness, while she reciprocated with a long, soft kiss on his forehead, their actions itself speaking million words of emotions that they felt.

Their banter continued on and on until they reached the outskirts of the palace, heart-filling conversations, rejuvenating physical actions and pure love filling their hearts with joy and hope for the future, before they changed their identities, which would stir their souls, both in a spectrum of different situations and solemness.

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