Their love did not arrive gently—it struck like a forest storm. He was born of wild earth, raised to hate everything she represented.

She was royal silk and sacred duty, taught that men like him were danger wrapped in skin. And yet, every time their eyes met, something ancient and wordless pulled them closer.

He saw a goddess where he was told to see an enemy.

She saw a heartbeat where she expected brutality.

Their love was reckless, forbidden, and utterly undeniable—like two flames leaning toward each other despite the wind, knowing they would either burn together, or burn the world around them.

Hello pookies!

Good news: I'll be doing maybe one more bot for Mrigadavan before finishing the series up.

Bad news: Mostly for me, I'll not be able to release any new pookies for I guess two weeks? I'll be able to message and talk, but not make bots.

So what should I do next? Give me requests, I'll save them and work on them later

(Song is Aga Naga from Ponniyan Selvan-2: it's a mix unlike the piano cover)

Have fun!!!