Chapter 1:Whispers of the cursed crown(part-2)
He saw galaxies in her eyes- but she saw shadows of her own.
"Samyakannis were never allowed to play Muthul."
They were told to prove their bravery through intelligence, not strength — the biggest myth ever told.
In the earliest days of Samyam, women ruled. They invented Muthul. They mastered it.
So why are they forbidden now?
Is it because they are weak?
No.
It is because of the curse.
The Samyakannis were banned after the mysterious disappearance of the royal daughters of Samyam — including Samirai, the boldest of them all.
Samritha awoke gasping from a nightmare.
"Samirai," whispered Samya. "It’s her… isn’t it?"
"It’s been six years since we lost our sister," Samritha said softly.
"If I had gotten my powers sooner back then...
I could have saved her that day," Samya whispered, her voice cracking.
"Don’t blame yourself," Samritha replied gently.
"You were just a child.
After all... I’m the one who gave her permission to play Muthul at that age."
Now... she’s become our guarding angel — one who keeps haunting my dreams."
A heavy silence followed — not just of guilt, but of a shared memory neither of them could forget.
That day marked the sixth birth anniversary of Samirai, after her death.
In the flickering glow of sacred fire, Samritha knelt.
She began the ritual — a desperate attempt to calm the soul of her lost sister,
and maybe... hear her once more.
The ritual space shimmered with grace — every corner bathed in warm, sacred light.
But nothing shone brighter than Queen Samritha herself.
Her presence was divine — so radiant that even a blind man could sense the aura pouring from her.
She wore a robe adorned with delicate emeralds, each one reflecting the same glow as her striking emerald eyes.
Samya admired her... until she felt it — a gaze brushing against her like wind against flame.
And there he was.
Aazhiyan.
The prince of a lesser land — and yet, he looked at her as if she carried galaxies.
His gaze wasn’t bold. It lingered like a question.
Like he knew something.
Samya's heart tightened. There was a time she let herself wonder — what if?
But she couldn’t afford that.
Not with her path bound to fate and fire.
Still... there was a warmth in his eyes that disarmed her.
She looked away quickly, hiding what her heart longed to confess:
She liked him.
More than she should
.More than she’d ever admit.
Because in her world, love wasn't just dangerous —
It was a secret best buried beneath prophecy.
Samya the Graceful.
Elegant and unshaken, she bore the weight of an entire kingdom — long before she was ever meant to.
Not out of ambition, but necessity.
After the tragic death of his beloved queen, King Aaruthiran, once a fierce ruler, fell into silence.
Grief hollowed him out.
He abandoned his throne, choosing instead to wander from temple to temple in faraway Tamil Nadu, seeking the meaning of life — or perhaps, a peaceful end.
And so, the burden fell upon his daughter.
Samritha, her elder sister, could have married — a royal alliance would ease Samya’s load.
But there was a catch. Perfect alliance for Samritha was not available at the moment.
A curse.
In Samyam, if a queen married a man outside of royal blood —
The island would lose everything: legacy, wealth, even its soul.
It would awaken something ancient and dark.
A demonic force bound beneath the land.
A fate prophesied as the cosmic cataclysmic fate — the final devouring.
To avoid that ruin, Samritha waits.
Waits for the perfect king.
Not just to save herself, but to save all of Samyam.
Aazhiyan’s thoughts
My life feels like it’s slipping away — one silent glance at a time.
Always watching her from afar.
My princess.
Why is she so distant?
Why can’t she see what’s burning inside me?
Am I not worthy of her love?
I know she carries a pain too heavy for words, but I’m here.
I’ve always been here.
So why can’t she see me?
Is it me who’s blind — to everyone else but her?
Or is it she, who refuses to see what I feel?
Lord Shanmuga, I’m not asking for two wives like you.
I want only one.
Only her. Samya.
Why does even that feel like too much?
At least… let her speak to me.
Just once.
I promise I won’t ask for more.
Somewhere far from the palace walls…
Beyond the hills that cradle Samyam’s heart...
A lone torch flickered in a cavern.
Chains rattled.
A shadow stirred.
Eyes — fierce, unbroken — opened in the dark.
And a voice, dry with time but sharp with fire, whispered:
"They’ve forgotten me…
But I remember everything.
The ritual neared its end.
The sacred fire hissed.
And then — the flames flickered blue.
Samya’s breath caught in her throat.
A faint whisper curled through the smoke.
"Help me…"
It was Samirai’s voice.
But it wasn’t coming from beyond.
It was alive.
Somewhere… she was still breathing.
Waiting 🔥🔥
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