For a moment, Chandramukhi's face contorted. The spirit was a paradox: she wanted to be remembered, but she also wanted to be free. The king was long dead. Her revenge had no target. Her prison was her own memory.
The king, however, was engaged to the princess of a neighbouring kingdom, a gentle woman named Rani. For the sake of the kingdom, he suppressed his desire for Chandramukhi. But Chandramukhi would not be suppressed. She danced for him night after night, her eyes never leaving his. Each sway of her hip was a plea; each stamp of her foot was a demand. chandramukhi tamil
In a desperate move, Saravanan did not use a cross or a mantra. He used psychology. He spoke not to Chandramukhi, but to Ganga. "Remember who you are," he said softly. "You are not her rage. You are my wife. You are a dancer who dances for love, not revenge." For a moment, Chandramukhi's face contorted