I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride.
At Present...
Aditya continued reading the palm-leaf manuscripts.
Only a few leaves remained.
He paused for a moment, thinking.
Adi: If he was going to attain Dheetchai... why did he write all this?
And why did he even take Dheetchai at that time?
His fingers slowly turned the next leaf.
The words of Aditha continued.
Aditha: Naan dheetchai yettra moondru thingalil... em perarasar emakku arasa aranmanai irundha nilatthai motthamaga kodutthaar.
Yaamum em vaazhnaal kanavana indha Sivalayatthai katta thodanginom.
Yezhu vaayilgal... naangu agazhigal... aindhu kulangal... endru brammandamaaga eduppikkapitta indha koil... endrum engal vamsam vanangum koilaga irukkum.
Enna nanmai theemai nadappinum... ingu vandhu poosai seidhe thodangappada vendum engira aanaigalaiyum pirappikka... em perarasarum appadiye yettru kondaar.
Ezhu aandugalil kattappatta indha koilin... veliye mattum illai... ulleyum ezhu vaayilgal irukkindrana.
Avai makkalin kangalilirundhu maraikkappattu irukkindrana...
Adi slowly lifted his head from the manuscript.
He looked around.
He was standing inside the fifth room of the temple.
At the far end stood a golden door.
His curiosity stirred immediately.
For a moment he felt the urge to walk forward and open it.
But only a few palm leaves were left unread.
He lowered his gaze again and continued.
Aditha: Arasa vamsam aindhaam arai varai nuzhaiyalam...
Adhilum aangal mattume aindhaam araiyil nuzhaiya iyalum.
Aaram... yezhaam araigal... ennaal mattume nuzhaiya iyalum.
Idhai paditthu kondirukkum nee... 'naan dhaana?' engira aiyyam kondirukkiraai endru naan ariven.
Nee naanaaga irundhaal... aiyyam kolvadhu un iyalbaaga irukka vendum.
Aagaiyaal... andha sandegatthai pokka... nee andha iru araigalukkullum sendru paarkkalam.
Adi slowly closed the palm-leaf manuscript.
For a moment he stood still, absorbing the words he had just read. Then he walked toward the golden door at the end of the chamber.
The door itself was magnificent.
Several stories were sculpted across its surface, battles, kings, temples, and sacred symbols. Each carving looked ancient yet perfectly preserved.
Adi ran his eyes across the engravings, confused, trying to find some way to open it.
As his fingers moved across the metal, they brushed against a small keyhole.
The moment he touched it, a faint metallic sound echoed inside the walls.
Some hidden mechanism shifted.
The heavy doors slowly opened on their own.
A bright glow spilled out.
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The First Empress
RomanceThis story is the continuation of PM&I. A clueless girl from a colonised country dies and reborns 500 years back. She wasn't reborn as any commoner but as the fourth wife of the handsome crown prince who was about to become a king and be killed by h...
