The Ambaram He wipes the sweat covering his body like second skin using the loose cotton shirt he wore in the morning. As he did so, the females surrounding the training area drooled hungrily. Their desperate eyes drank in his brawny body packed with tight muscles. The counters of his abs, glistening under the thick layer of dripping sweat, sent their heart to a new thrill, and filled their minds with no so innocent images. They licked their lips, imagining themselves licking those stoned bars of his torso. The biceps on his shoulders flexed as he rubbed the cloth around his neck and chest. His cheeks turned red under the heat of the scorching sun, glaring right above his head. It was noon, the time of lunch. The training and intense workout were already over and the tired juveniles bowed their heads in respect as they went past him to break the bath. They were all panting and gasping. Every single nerve in their body throbbed in protest. A few supported the weight of those who could
The Ambaram The fog was thick, making it impossible to see in a long distance. It was as if the fluffy clouds have decided to catch some rest before their next flight. The trees looked scary under this newfound blanket of weather. The temperature was dropping slowly and the cold wind carries the essence of wintery steps. Thickly furred creatures ventured without a care in the forest whereas few went to the hibernation in their caves, relying on their biological cycle to wake up on the first whip of spring. When the rays of the sun failed to penetrate through the lingering fog, the birds decided to not travel far, depending on the food nearby. The berries of trees will help them to survive from the bone-chilling winter. Arthur looked at the scenery in distaste. He hated such weather. The burning woods in the fireplace heated his office, providing his otherwise numb limbs some warmth. The winter has struck earlier this year. Almost thirty sunrises before. The regular activities of the
The Ambaram She didn’t expect what she saw next as she gawked at the scene spellbound and breathless. Her initial fears of it being one of Henry’s men subsidize. The insecurities of getting discovered in the heart of the Ambaram as the princess of Alvar but not Arnold’s woman desisted. No potential harm will come on her in this presence as it didn’t come to haunt but heal the wounds that are carved deeply in her soul. Stupefied, she saw him moving with a fluidity that might put the gentle strokes of the silent river to shame. His sword was a completely different case. The sharp edges cut through the air with ferocity causing the invisible element to swish and scream in anxiousness. The point of the sword stabs the unseen enemy with a force that might break through the spine of a bulky being if they were present in real. His wrists twisted skillfully when they mechanically swung the weapon as if have grown up playing with it. The sword was heavy, yet he lifted it with such ease as if h
The Ambaram As the icy wind cuts through the sleepy forest of Ambaram, the dried leaves from the top of old trees that were barely appended to the thick and thin branches finally resigned their lives at the top and descended to the solid grounds. They were deteriorating under the harsh attacks of a cruel climate. The dry weather was sucking the moisture out of them. The shady fog wasn’t allowing the sunlight to reach them, limiting their source of nourishment. Soon, the trees will discard them completely and as the spring will come around the corner, new buds will sprout, marking the commencement of a new season. Valentina was sitting on the wooden stairs of the porch, curled in a thick blanket. Her nose was dipped in a book. Arnold has left for his duties at the chief’s house early in the morning, a few hours ago from now, leaving her alone in the entire cottage. Surprisingly, today he took Diam with him, unlike the other days. According to Arnold, the poor beast was itching for a r
The Ambaram “Come on, monkeys, it isn’t that hard. Just grab the ropes and climb fast. Stop complaining like little girls.” Arnold yelled over the group of boys who were glaring at their now scratched and bruised palms. The rope was old but strong. It has smoothened over years; still, it hurt their rough flesh. Well, it wasn’t entirely the fault of the rope but the cruel teacher who has been biting their ears for the past two hours to climb again and again. Some of them were on the verge of passing out, whereas others resigned by falling on the ground with throbbing calves. Pussies Arnold thought and snorted at their laidback attitude. With this progress, they won’t match even half of the level of the tribal warriors. They were too slow and delicate. Their expression was morphed with pain and struggle. Earlier, he was planning on taking them to hike but judging the harsh weather, they prepared an artificial atmosphere in the ground by using poles and thick branches of trees. Arnold
The Ambaram There are different kinds of people scattered in the world. Even if a few of them share similar physical appearances, the same cannot be said for their nature and thought process. The individuals are influenced by the transpiring circumstances of life. The one who receives all riches turns out to be needy and dependent, but it doesn’t mean all people of this kind are corrupted and proud. Many in this horde are humble and well-wishers. The individuals that grow under the pressure of responsibilities and expectations often turn out to be puppets, a being born to only care and please others, always making sure that people around him are happy. But a few from the same margin become Rebels, the one who has promised themselves to live life on their terms. The list of circumstances is long and so is the woven lives falling under distinct categories. One important aspect that sometimes turns out to be an authoritative and dominant structure of this dynamic system is darkness
The AmbaramMorning arrives faster when the golden rays of a rising sun ride the horizon. With its racing light, the hue of blue scatters in the once-obscure and moonless sky.The thick fog covering the atmosphere profoundly starts to thin with the gust of filtering morning breeze. Birds in the tiny nests, birched on the higher branches raise their necks higher, uncurling themselves, increasing the surface area, and gently ascend from their protected eggs or the barely alive young ones. Their beaks parted to scream out the joy of dispersing night and beady eyes measured the limitless sky before they spread their wings and launches at the wide-open blues grazed with golden highlights. Their courage was both admirable and inspiring as they flew out of their warm nest in the crisp sky to taste the freedom and search for the meal. Their tiny bodies glide in the air effortlessly as they chirped the melodious song of a new day, awakening the asleep nature from its slumber. Their song fills
The AmbaramAfter a long bath to soothe his muscles and to clear his mind, Arnold slipped into his customary clothes. The image of Valentina lying naked on his bed under a thick quilt did little help. His entire body pleaded to forget the task at hand and snuggle with her. But noon was nearing and the tribe was wide awake. Before someone discovers Arthur’s body, he has to clean the site of any evidence.Killing Arthur was never a part of Arnold’s schemes. The dead man signed for it the moment he touched Valentina. He should’ve stayed away and mind his own business. But the lunatic side of avid nature drove him to cross the forbidden boundaries. Now the poor man has lost his life and will serve as a medium, a pawn of someone else’s game to accomplish the retribution.Locking the cottage from outside to ensure the safety of his sleeping beauty, Arnold jogs towards the site of crime. Warm puffs of air escape his lip