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CHAPTER - VIII | HIS NIYATI

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And I waited for him all night only to finally fall asleep as sleep overtook me; my dream consisted of him and his lips, the one that married me, which I never thought would be mine.

I woke up to the warmth filling me as I snuggled. My sleep slowly left me as I felt small kisses on my exposed shoulder, neck, and jaw, capturing my lips. I found myself leaning as I felt my body heating up. I opened my eyes to find Bhalla drinking my moans as his lips captured mine.

I kept my lips closed to see how far he went, but he found my tactics and brushed his thump slightly at my clothed nipple, making me gasp, and just like that, his tongue found the walls of the mouth. 

I am not sure how long we fought for dominance, but I had to let go to breathe air, which I forgot. He placed his forehead on me, and my sleep left me entirely. 

My eyes searched his as he looked tired, probably not sleeping.

"When did you come back?" my morning voice husked because of the cold. 

The only thing separating me and him is my loosely covered saree in my chest; I was too lazy to tie my saree again and too turned on to get up. 

"Just like 30 minutes before, " he replied, kissing all over my chest. 

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I felt like I had already descended to heaven. 

He sighed as he smiled at me. His thumbs traced my lips. What's the obsession with this boy's thumb and my lips? 

His action made my cheeks burn. "You looked so peaceful in your sleep. But..." His voice lowered, sending shivers down my spine. "I can only control myself for so long."

"is everything ok?" I asked as concern filled me. 

I tried to think what might have happened, but the film only showed bits and pieces. Now I have married him, I am unsure if the event has changed. 

"It seems we have a new threat in the Mahismati borders. The son of Kalakeyas chief Inkoshi seems to be looking for a new attack." I lost the words.

"Will there be war?" I asked softly, my fingers tracing the sharp angles of his face. I am sorry I might have had different thoughts about marrying him, but he's still hot, and I am his wife. 

He took my hand, pressing gentle kisses to my fingertips, one by one, to reassure me. "Perhaps," he admitted. "But don't worry. We've faced them before, and we will triumph again."

God, how did I end up with someone so devastatingly irresistible?

As I shifted to get up and start the day, Bhalla's strong hand wrapped around my wrist, gently pulling me back down to the bed.

"I'm not done with you yet," he murmured, his voice low and laced with a mix of desire and authority.

I turned to look at him, my heart racing in anticipation. His dark and piercing eyes locked with mine, holding me in place as though he could see every thought that crossed my mind.

"The King of Mahishmati always finishes what he starts," he whispered.

And boy, he did finish. 

***

As the day continued, Baahu and Deva came to say goodbye. 

My eyes teared as I watched them go, even after asking them to stay.

"No, we can't. It's the King's order, and we should follow it," Baahu replied, patting my head. Deva looked sad as well. I knew she didn't want to go, but orders were orders.

Kattapa stood beside me and gently led me back inside.

I sighed and walked faster. "Where is the king?" I asked. 

Kattapa replied, "He is discussing the defence and attack plans with the ministers in his chambers. I'll join them shortly."

For a fraction of a second, I considered barging into the meeting. I wanted—no, I needed—to talk to him, but I stopped myself, biting my lip. I didn't want to make a scene in front of the ministers, nor did I want our private matters exposed for others to witness.

So I waited.

Dinner came and went, untouched by me. My restlessness grew as I paced back and forth, my heart heavy with worry and longing.

And then he came.

His lips curved into a soft smile bloom as his eyes found mine. He lit up the room in a way only he could. Without hesitation, he crossed the space between us and hugged me tightly.

But I stood there, not going to let his hot and handsome body manipulate me this time.

"How are you?" he asked, his voice soothing, as he leaned in to kiss me.

But I kept my face emotionless, pulling back slightly.

"What happened?" he asked, concern evident in his tone as his eyes searched mine.

"Baahu and Deva left," I whispered, my voice betraying my sorrow.

His face turned stern, a slight frown forming. "Yes, and what about that? The wedding is over," he replied matter-of-factly, sitting on the bed and pulling me onto his lap.

"I miss them," I admitted softly, my fingers gripping the fabric of his robe. "I hoped they would stay longer."

"You miss them?" he asked, a teasing lilt. "Remember, you only asked for one day with them."

I nodded reluctantly, knowing he was right. But still, the ache in my heart remained.

"But don't you think," I ventured carefully, "now that Mahishmati is under threat, Baahu would be helpful if he stayed here?"

His grip on me tightened slightly, and his eyes darkened as they bore into mine.

"Why?" he asked, his voice low and sharp.

"Because Baahu is strong," I said, choosing my words carefully. "He's a skilled warrior; having him here would strengthen our defences."

For a moment, there was silence. His expression was unreadable, a mix of contemplation and something I couldn't quite place.

Bhalla's grip on my waist tightened as his eyes darkened, jealousy flickering like a wildfire ready to consume everything in its path.

"Let me make something very clear," he began, his voice low and firm.

I tilted my head, searching his face. "Bhalla—"

He held up a hand, silencing me. "Baahu may be strong. He may be skilled. But this kingdom doesn't need him." 

His eyes bored into mine as though daring me to challenge him. "I am the King. I am the protector of Mahishmati and no one else."

The room felt colder, the air heavier. I placed my hand on his cheek, trying to bring him back to me to soothe the tempest brewing inside him. "Bhalla, I wasn't questioning you. I know your strength."

He exhaled sharply, his jaw softening just a fraction as he leaned into my touch. "Then why bring him up?"

"Because I care for you," I whispered, barely audible. "You carry so much on your shoulders, Bhalla. Having Baahu here might help ease the burden, not replace you."

His gaze softened, but jealousy still lingered in his eyes. "I don't need or want him here," he said firmly. 

"Baahu's presence is a distraction. He undermines my authority, whether intentionally or not."

I nodded, choosing my following words carefully. "I trust you, Bhalla."

For a moment, he said nothing, just staring at me with an unreadable expression. Then, he pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You're mine," he said, his voice rough but filled with an unexpected tenderness. "Only mine. Remember that."

"I'm yours," I replied softly, letting the tension dissolve as I leaned into him.

He sighed, the weight of his emotions still present in the air around us, but he seemed calmer now. 

"Come," he said, his tone lighter after a moment, though his grip on me didn't loosen. "It's been a long day. I want to hold you tonight."

I allowed him to guide me to the bed. As he wrapped his arms around me, I hoped the darkness looming inside him would find light in our shared warmth.

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CHAPTER - VII | HIS NIYATI

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When the wedding day arrived, my heart pounded so furiously that it felt like it might leap out of my chest. I had pestered Bhalla all week about when Baahu and Deva would arrive, and his vague responses had only added to my growing anxiety.

Yesterday, the people of Kuntala arrived—Kumar, Jayasena, and Devasena's sister-in-law. Seeing them again had been both a comfort and a dagger. Especially Kumar, whose piercing gaze practically shot daggers at Bhalla when they crossed paths.

Last night, I had the opportunity to meet with them. It was a brief but heartfelt conversation with the people who treated me as their own. They deserved to know at least some of what I had planned. But I had to tread cautiously.

Kumar, as expected, was not having it. "Are you being blackmailed? Forced into this?" he demanded, his voice low but firm, his eyes full of fire. 

"If you are, just say the word. We'll take you away from here. Mahishmati be damned."

I shook my head. "You can't. Even if you did, Mahishmati is bigger and stronger. Any rebellion against it would only bring suffering to Kuntala. The people would struggle, and the kingdom would fall. I can't let that happen."

Jayasena, who had remained quiet, finally spoke, his voice heavy with concern. "Why are you doing this, my dear? You're not someone who values material possessions over the well-being of people. We're genuinely worried for you."

Kumar nodded in agreement, his expression a mix of frustration and worry.

"This is my fate," I replied softly. "But it's not without purpose. Baahu and Deva will be here for the wedding, and I see that as a small victory."

"Victory?" Kumar asked, his brow furrowing. "How is this a win?"

"Bhalla accepted my choice to have them attend. That alone is a crack in his resolve. If I can make this happen, then in time, we can bring Baahu and Deva back to Mahishmati for good. Not just as guests, but to see them rightfully crowned."

Kumar's expression shifted, the slightest hint of a smile forming. "You have a sharp strategy," he said approvingly.

Devasena's sister-in-law, however, was still uneasy. "Even if you're confident in this plan, Bhalla can be dangerous. What if something happens to you?"

I gave her a sad smile. "I'll take care of it. Whatever comes, I'll handle it. But you must promise me that this stays between us. Baahu and Deva cannot know about any of this."

The group exchanged glances before nodding in agreement.

***

As I sat there, my body washed clean with milk and rose petals, my hair massaged with fragrant oils, and my skin wrapped in the finest silk, I closed my eyes and let the moment's weight settle over me. The scent of roses and sandalwood filled the air, and my hair was adorned with jewels and flowers. I never imagined my wedding would be like this—away from the people I love, marrying someone I never thought I would, a man I once saw as a villain.

My thoughts were interrupted by a soft touch on my shoulder. I gasped and opened my eyes, only to see a reflection in the mirror that I hadn't expected.

Devasena.

Her face radiated grace, love, and strength. Her sharp, queenly eyes softened with warmth as she smiled. I turned around in disbelief and threw myself into her arms, hugging her tightly.

"Oh, Deva, I missed you so much," I whispered, my voice breaking as tears filled my eyes.

She chuckled softly, her own eyes glistening as she cupped my cheeks. Her touch was gentle and comforting, yet it carried the weight of all she had endured.

I stepped back to take her in, noticing her simple attire. She wore an old, plain sari without jewels, yet her pregnancy glow outshone any ornament. She looked content, but this only made my heart ache more.

I turned and removed the other helpers and people inside the chamber, as I only needed my Deva with me.

"Why are you still wearing this old sari? Let me give you something new—something beautiful," I pleaded.

Devasena shook her head and smiled. "This is my life now. I live as my husband does and endure as he endures."

Her words struck a deep chord, and my lips trembled as fresh tears spilt. Baahu and Deva deserved so much more than this.

"Now," she said gently, brushing my tears away, "today is not about me. Let's focus on you."

Deva moved quickly, selecting the finest jewels from the piles before us. She then adorned me piece by piece, lining my eyes with kajal and dabbing behind my ear to ward off the evil eye.

I kept waiting for her to ask questions, to scold me or express anger. But she didn't. She just smiled—a serene, knowing smile.

"Aren't you mad at me?" I whispered hesitantly, lowering my eyes, ashamed to meet hers.

Her hands were warm and steady as they lifted my chin, forcing me to look into her eyes. They glistened with tears but were full of understanding.

"Mad? At you?" she whispered. "Are you crazy?"

She placed the mang tikka delicately on my forehead and continued, "How could I be mad at my sister for marrying and becoming queen?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "But you're the one who's supposed to be queen, and Baahu should be king—not Bhalla."

Devasena chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Baahubali is king wherever he is, and my life is happiest. And you, my dear, are destined for much more than you realize. I could never be mad at you."

Her words enveloped me like a warm embrace, but then her gaze turned sharp, piercing into my soul. "All I want to know is this: are you happy? Are you doing this willingly?"

Her question hung in the air, heavy and unyielding. I felt the weight of her concern and love and knew I couldn't hide the truth from her.

I couldn't spill everything out—not here, not now. Maybe later. I just nodded, looking as shy and demure as possible. But I could see it in Deva's eyes—she didn't fully buy it. Still, she said nothing, simply focusing on helping me get ready.

My breath hitched when she finished and led me out of the chamber. Standing just outside was a figure with such a commanding, strong presence that I felt a familiar pull in my chest.

Baahubali.

Even in his worn, simple cotton dhoti, with a shawl draped loosely over his broad shoulders, he looked like the king he was born to be. His smile widened as our eyes met.

"Baahu," I whispered, running to him and wrapping my arms around his strong frame. He hugged me back, his hand gently patting my back and his lips pressing a warm kiss to my forehead. His affection was like that of a father to his daughter—a pure love made my heart ache.

"Well," he said, his voice rich with warmth, "we couldn't let you get married without giving you a gift."

He pulled out a small bundle wrapped in a cotton cloth and carefully unwrapped it. Inside was a delicate gold chain, more like a bracelet.

"I found this in the market," he said, his smile softening, "and I hope it will be your good luck charm."

He gently tied it around my wrist. Tears spilt from my eyes as I looked at the two of them—Baahu and Deva—two people so pure, so kind, who deserved so much more than the life they had been given.

As we made our way to the wedding arena, I held on to Deva and Baahu's hands like lifelines. The moment's weight pressed on my chest, making breathing hard. My heart pounded so fiercely that I feared I might drop dead then and there. Part of me even wished I would.

Bhalla stood at the centre of the grand stage, his piercing eyes fixed on us as we approached. I could feel the tension in the air—his anger towards Baahu and Deva was palpable. But then, his gaze shifted to me, and something changed.

In his eyes, I saw more than just anger. A softness, a longing, a quiet vulnerability made my steps falter. He looked at me as though I were the only person in the world, as though I were his salvation.

And just like that, it happened.

The rituals unfolded in a blur, the priests' chants echoing through the arena. Bhalla tied the three sacred knots around my neck, sealing our union as flower petals rained from above. The trumpets of elephants sounded in celebration, and the crowd's cheers filled the air.

A simple girl from the 21st century had just married one of the most infamous villains she had once watched on her screen.

And in that moment, as the world celebrated, I couldn't tell if I was stepping into a dream or a nightmare.

***

My body shuddered with nervousness as they finished preparing me for my wedding night with the King of Mahishmati. My stomach churned, and I felt like I might vomit.

I clung to Deva's hand as she prepared to leave me alone in the elaborately decorated chamber. I had settled stiffly on the bed, but my heart raced, my palms clammy.

"Please, don't leave me," I whimpered, holding her hand tightly, desperate for her comfort.

A soft chuckle left her lips as she knelt beside me, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face.

"What's the matter? It's your wedding night. It's supposed to be the start of your union with your husband," she teased gently, though her eyes softened with concern.

I swallowed hard but was not scared, but it's just that I had never gone that far with any guy as much as I could see them as tough and acted like I had done it; I never did.

I tried to hold her back and tried to find an excuse. "But I want to spend more time with you," I said quickly. "You'll be leaving tomorrow, and..."

She chuckled again. "You'll be fine, my dear. Trust yourself," she said before rising to her feet and leaving me there. 

I sighed, stood up, and walked to the balcony to get some air. The cool night breeze kissed my skin as I looked at the glowing moon.

The reality of it all hit me like a wave. I couldn't believe it—I was married. Married to Bhalla, the King of Mahishmati, a man I once thought of as nothing more than a character on a screen.

My fingers tightened around the balcony railing as I tried to calm my breathing. The thought of what lay ahead made my heart race even faster.

I closed my eyes, letting the cool breeze wash over me. Its gentle touch was a comfort against the storm of nerves swirling inside me. I exhaled slowly, willing myself to relax and find some calm in the chaos of my thoughts.

But then, I felt it—a soft hand clasping the exposed skin of my waist. My breath hitched as I was gently pulled back against a broad chest, the heat of his body seeping into mine. The scent, the presence, the familiarity—I knew exactly who it was.

Bhalla.

His breath fanned my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. My heart raced as his lips brushed against my temple, trailing downward to bite the curve of my ear softly. A gasp escaped my lips, my body betraying my attempt to remain composed.

His hand slid upward, lightly clasping my neck. His touch was firm but not harsh, his fingers tracing a path from the column of my throat to the edge of my jaw. He tilted my face slightly, his thumb brushing over my lips. I felt the pressure as he parted them gently, his intent clear in how his touch lingered.

I couldn't breathe or think—my body frozen between uncertainty and the undeniable pull of his presence.

"Finally, after all these years, you had no idea how much I waited for this day," he murmured, his voice thick with longing. His lips travelled down my neck, pressing fervent kisses against my skin. Each touch left a trail of fire, and I couldn't help but shudder under his intensity.

I scrunched my eyes shut, his words echoing in my mind. He waited for me? For years?

The thought barely had time to form before his lips found mine, silencing any questions I might have had. His kiss was fervent and consuming, and I felt the weight of his emotions pour into me. My fingers instinctively tangled into his thick hair, holding onto him like he might disappear if I let go.

The world around us seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of our breaths and the heat of his touch.

I wasn't sure how we moved from the balcony to the bed, but every thought dissolved under the haze of his touch. My body, my senses—everything could only remember the way his lips travelled over me, from my own to my neck, then lower, leaving a trail of fire and possession.

The chamber filled with the melody of my moans and whimpers, a symphony that seemed to match the rhythm of his hands and mouth. His lips lingered, branding me with marks of his claim as though he wanted the world to know I belonged to him.

His hands skillfully worked at removing my saree, the fabric slipping away and leaving me half-exposed. A shiver ran through me as the cool night air contrasted with the heat in his eyes, which never left mine. His gaze showed a raw intensity, making me bite my lip in nervousness and anticipation.

God, I shouldn't be doing this, my mind screamed. But then a louder thought overpowered it, reminding me—he is my husband.

Slowly, his fingers worked to untie the knots of my blouse behind my back, the fabric loosening and slipping away, leaving me bare. Instinctively, I crossed my arms over my chest, shielding myself from his gaze.

But, ever so gentle in that moment, Bhalla smiled—a smile that softened the edges of his otherwise commanding demeanour. He leaned in and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a firm yet tender embrace. His lips brushed against my ear as he whispered sweet nothings, each word a balm to my racing heart.

"It's me," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "You don't have to be shy or scared. I am yours as much as you are mine."

With those words, his hands found mine, gently guiding them away from their defensive position. My heart thundered as our chests met, the warmth of his skin melding with mine. At that moment, I felt a strange mix of vulnerability and comfort, as though his presence alone could shield me from the world.

His lips moved almost reverently as though he were following an invisible map etched across my skin. Each kiss sent waves of sensation through me, his touch igniting parts of me I didn't know could feel so alive.

When his lips reached my chest, I gasped, the stars behind my closed eyes bursting into constellations. His mouth left a trail of warmth, his every movement deliberate and worshipful. My fingers found their way into his thick curls, clutching them like my anchor to reality. I tugged gently, eliciting a low hum from him that sent shivers through me.

As his lips travelled lower, tracing their way to my navel, I could do nothing but whimper, my breaths shallow and uneven. My heart pounded wildly as I dared to lower my gaze, only to meet his piercing eyes—intense, full of unspoken promises and burning desire. The way he looked at me, even in this most vulnerable moment, made me feel seen in a way that was almost too much to bear. Yet, I couldn't look away.

I was utterly his, and he made sure I knew it.

His hands traced my knees and slowly higher as they caressed my thighs, making me force my thighs together; just as his hands claimed higher and my moan raised, a loud calling of Bhalla's name made both of us gasp.

Bhalla's hands froze mid-motion, and I felt the air in the room shift. For a moment, neither of us moved, our chests heaving as we tried to process the interruption.

His brows furrowed, irritation flashing across his face, but his expression softened as he turned back to me. Though his frustration was evident, I could see the unspoken apology in his eyes.

"Well, just my luck," I muttered under my breath, unable to hide the mix of disappointment and embarrassment that tinged my voice.

Bhalla sighed deeply, brushing a hand through his thick curls before leaning forward to kiss my forehead. "Stay here," he murmured.

Alone in the chamber, I clutched the sheets tightly around me, my mind racing and my body still humming with the remnants of his touch.

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CHAPTER - VI | HIS NIYATI

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"What the hell were you thinking, Bhalla?" Bijjaladeva's voice thundered through the room; his frustration was evident. His expression was confused and rage, as though he no longer recognized the son standing before him. Perhaps he didn't—not after what had spoken.

Why? The answer was simple: me.

I stood silently, my eyes shifting between father and son, but my mind was elsewhere. It spun back to yesterday's events, back to when Bhalla's lips had been on mine, claiming them with an intensity that left me breathless. His touch had been firm yet soft, his arms exploring every curve as if he had memorized the map of my body in a way that defied reason.

I had tried to keep my wits about me, tried to suppress the shivers of pleasure that coursed through me as his lips found the sensitive dip of my neck. When his teeth grazed the skin there, a gasp escaped me, followed by a moan I barely managed to stifle. My body betrayed me, responding to him even as my mind screamed for me to pull away.

I couldn't let this go on as I whispered, "Can I ask you something?" though the words sounded hollow against the storm of sensations he was making me feel.

He paused, his thumb gently brushing against my swollen lips, his gaze heavy with desire as it locked onto mine. "Anything," he murmured, his voice a husky promise as he leaned in to press another kiss to my neck, trailing heat down to my chest.

"It's about the wedding," I managed to say, though my words came out breathless as his hands slid around my waist. He pulled me closer, and before I knew it, I was straddling him, his firm grip holding me steady.

How did I end up like this?

Oh, I knew. The kiss I had foolishly allowed had quickly spiralled into this—a fevered entanglement that seemed intent on searing itself into my memory. His hands, his lips, every touch felt like a brand, leaving traces I wasn't sure I could erase. My heart and body were traitors, swooning under his attention, even as my mind begged me to resist.

"Anything you ask is an order", he echoed, his voice tinged with urgency. His lips found mine again, capturing them in a kiss so consuming that I felt myself unravel.

I had to push through and stop this before I lost myself completely. I pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss despite his protests.

"You're killing me," he whispered, his breath ragged as his forehead rested against mine. His fingers traced my jaw with tenderness, cupping it like I might disappear.

I almost forgot what I was about to say for a moment. Almost.

"It's just... I want the people from Kuntala to attend the wedding," I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. His intense gaze never lowered, sending shivers down my spine as I continued, "And I want Baahu and Deva to be back for the wedding." There. I said it.

The moment the words left my lips, regret washed over me—not entirely, but enough to make me second-guess my timing. Perhaps I should have waited, had more control over the situation, or, honestly, over myself. But it was too late now.

Bhalla froze, his expression unreadable, before something dark and fiery flickered in his eyes. Was it anger? Desire? Or both? It was hard to tell, especially when we were still so intimately entwined, his touch lingering on my skin, the scent of our heated exchange still thick in the air.

I couldn't help but wonder: Was the fire in his eyes born from the intimacy we'd just shared, or had my lips uttering Baahubali's name in this vulnerable moment ignited something else entirely? A dangerous line had been crossed, and I wasn't sure which side I was standing on—or if I was even safe anymore.

"Baahu and Deva?" he finally said, his voice low and deceptively calm, though there was an unmistakable edge. His thumb brushed against my lips again, his touch lingering as if testing me, waiting for me to respond.

I nodded, my throat dry. "Yes. For the wedding."

His lips curled into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You make bold requests, little flower," he said, his voice whispered yet carrying something dangerous. His hands tightened slightly on my waist, pulling me closer. "Do you think I'll give you everything you ask for so easily?"

I swallowed hard, but I refused to back down. "It's important to me," I whispered, though my voice shivered. "Please."

His expression shifted—just for a moment—as if he were weighing my words, my resolve against whatever storm was brewing in his mind. Then, leaning in, his lips grazed the shell of my ear, and his voice dropped to a chilling whisper.

"Careful, my good girl. You're playing with fire."

A shiver ran down my spine as I felt his words' promise and warning. And yet, even as fear flickered in the back of my mind, I couldn't bring myself to look away from him.

He was sorely mistaken if he thought I would back down so easily. Yes, Bhalla was scorching hot, his whispers igniting sensations I couldn't ignore, but my mind remained stronger. I needed Baahu and Deva back—no matter what it took.

I pulled away from him, slipping off his lap as he tried to capture my lips again. Not this time. If he was the fire, then I was the oil, and I knew just how much to add to make it blaze or extinguish it completely.

"Hmm, is that your final decision?" I asked, meeting his smouldering gaze head-on. His smirk widened, lazy and confident, as he leaned back against the headboard, folding his arms behind his head. The movement accentuated his triceps and abs, blatantly displaying his physical power. I quickly averted my eyes, refusing to let him distract me.

Standing tall, I tilted my chin up. "Then I think you're not very serious about this marriage," I said, calm but deliberate. I watched his expression shift; his smirk vanished just slightly as my words hit their mark.

Before he could respond, I pressed on, my tone sharper. "You call me your queen, but what's the point if I can't even have a say in something that matters to me? If my words mean nothing to you, then maybe this..." I gestured vaguely between us, "...has no meaning either."

He shot up from the bed so quickly that it startled me. His presence towered as he closed the distance between us. Firm yet surprisingly gentle, his hands cupped my face, forcing me to meet his fiery gaze. His lips curved into a dangerous smirk that sent me shivers of fear and something darker through me.

"My love," he whispered, his voice low and intoxicating, "you are my queen. But don't forget—I am the King." His thumb brushed against my cheek, his grip tightening slightly as his tone hardened. "And we cannot overturn the decisions of the throne so easily. Baahubali left by the orders of the Queen Mother—my mother. Do you think even I can defy her wishes without consequence?"

His words sent a chill down my spine, but I refused to waver. "If you are truly the King," I said softly but firmly, "then act like one."

***

They say even the strongest men fall prey to the love they feel, and in Bhalla's case, that couldn't have been truer. Hours of my relentless stubbornness finally wore him down, but not without a condition—Baahu and Deva could attend the wedding but would have to leave immediately after.

It wasn't ideal, but I took it. After all, it was a start where I had managed to bring Bhalla, the great villain, to his knees. To see him trying to bribe me with gifts and lavish jewellery in exchange for dropping my demand was a sight I'd never forget.

But victory came when he finally gave in and promised to speak to the Queen Mother and his father. My heart fluttered with victory, and I decided to reward him. Leaning forward, I kissed his lips—not full-on, but enough to make sure my lips lingered, caressing his, teasing him just enough to set the fire ablaze.

When I felt him trying to deepen the kiss, his hands reaching to pull me closer, I pulled back, smirking. This time, I was playing the cards.

"Should leave something for after the wedding," I whispered, my voice low and coy, before stepping away. His expression was priceless—dumbstruck, frustrated, and burning with a need I wasn't ready to quench yet.

I didn't look back as I vanished into the gardens, but I let out a shaky breath when I was out of sight. My legs gave way, and I sank onto a nearby bench, my cheeks flaming.

Oh, my gods. I did it. I did it.

The memory of his stunned face brought a small, victorious smile to my lips, though my heart still raced in disbelief. Somehow, I had managed to outwit Bhalla—and I was beginning to realize how dangerous this game of hearts could become.

And that's how Bhalla ended up being grilled by his father, Bijjaladeva, while Sivagami loomed nearby, her gaze sharp and unyielding like a hawk. The tension in the room was palpable as I stood quietly to the side, my expression crafted into perfect innocence—like the good girl Bhalla so often called me. Good girls, though, know how to play bad when it counts.

"Stop!" Sivagami's commanding voice echoed through the chamber, instantly silencing the argument. She stepped closer to Bhalla, her sharp eyes analyzing him before flicking toward me, burning with intensity. "I am not sure how you made this decision," she said, her voice dangerously calm, "but I hope you've thought it through. After all, it's my future daughter-in-law's wish, and I want it to come true."

Her words left me stunned. Did I earn Sivagami's approval—or was this some calculated move of hers? She turned and walked away, leaving behind a fuming Bijjaladeva. His glare felt like a dagger aimed straight at me, anger and disdain practically radiating from him. If looks could kill, I'd already be six feet under.

But I held firm. Rolling my eyes inwardly, I kept the same broad, innocent puppy-dog eyes fixed in place while sensing Bhalla's gaze softening as it settled on me. His expression shifted, melting from irritation to adoration. My heart strengthened—this man was wrapped around my finger, and I intended to use it to my full advantage.

Without a word, Bhalla took my hand and led me away from the cold atmosphere of the council chamber to my room's privacy. There, he gently laid me down on the bed, his eyes warm and protective as he brushed strands of hair from my face.

"You're my queen," he murmured, his hand caressing my hair. Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. His touch was gentle, his devotion clear.

As he stayed with me until I drifted into sleep, I couldn't help but smirk inwardly. It's a good thing Bhalla either loves me—or is utterly obsessed with me. Because I'll need every ounce of that obsession to ensure my plans become reality.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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hey llong back u had posted aval a ponniyan selvan oneshot snippet can u please ppost the whole oneshot

Hi,

It's available in below link...you can find all my one-shots in my master list section for future reference..😊😊😊❤️

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Ok, my next would be Dilli and his love for Viji..

Suddenly, my brain cooked up to wanting to read about Dilli's past love ...😊💜💜

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Is it too early to ask for the next part of HN?😅

Well, you asked. I delivered!! 😊😊😊

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CHAPTER - V | HIS NIYATI

MASTERLIST

one | two | three | four | five | six

"I accept your request, and I accept being with you." I gulped down my spit in my throat. "I accept to be your wife, " I whispered, my eyes cast down, not wanting to meet the man before me.

My body flinched as I felt his warm hands cup my face, and his fingers caress my jaw, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body; my eyes found his honey-like eyes shining as the sunlight poked through the walls shone on them.

"Not only as my wife but as my Queen," he whispered, his lips curving upward with what I thought was a genuine smile. My face stayed with no emotion as I looked back at them, trying to find hope and happiness, but in a situation like this, one has to try and find survival, not happiness.

"Would your mother and nation accept someone like me, a DIL, as their next queen?" I whispered and continued, "The one who has nothing to offer, no kingdom, no title, etc." His face softened at my words, unlike what I was hoping for.

"None that matters, as I am the King; my word would be the command and order." My eyebrow crunched as I took in his words. Why is he so into me?

"Why? You can have anyone; why me?" I finally asked the question I had wanted to ask for so long. But he chuckled as he combed my matted mess of hair away from my face and slowly planted his lips on my forehead. A small gasp left my throat; it was like my body was engulfed in a fire just by his tiny action. His lips left my forehead, causing me to wish they had stayed longer as I hit my mind for feeling this way.

"Because I want you, I need you, and you are mine" I shook my head. "This is not the answer," I whispered again, but he smirked.

"You will know when the time comes, but until then, be calm and know that no matter what, you have always been mine and will always be." And that's how it ended: I was transferred to what one would say is the most luxurious chamber I have ever known—it is even more luxurious than the one in Kuntala.

The walls are adorned with gold statues and designs that would make even the greatest architect of my time gasp at their glorious beauty. The chamber continued and opened to what I would call a path to heaven. Yes, both sides have a balcony to view sunrise and sunset.

The bed is the softest silk I have laid upon, and I have been appointed with two ladies who took care of me. I haven't asked for their names yet as I am still in shock and don't know how to escape it. Why am I doing this? I asked myself. Ah, yes, for Baahu and Deva, but would this cause their journey to defer? What if nothing goes as I planned?

 The helpers cleaned me, combed my matted hair, and applied scented oil while they decorated with gold and flowers. But before they could dress me up in to the clothes, I stopped them.

"Bring me my saree that I have in my bag." As I said, they looked at each other, causing me to scrunch my eyebrows.

"But the King specifically selected everything for you and orders us to have you wear them." Their words caused my heart to rise to my cheeks. I can't think of Bhalla as some love puppy who went in and selected these things. I can't even visualize him as a loving partner, but rather a demanding male who has too much ego than he can carry.

"Tell your King he can wear these if he wishes to, and I need my things back here." I didn't yell, but my tone made them immediately obey and get my things back.

I picked the saree Deva selected for me for her marriage, one among many, but I hadn't had the chance to wear it until now. Its rose gold colour complimented my skin tone, and a small golden border made me look royal. I also took out some of my simplest jewels, a small chain and earrings that Baahubali gave me as a gift of appreciation to show how he is to have me in his life.

I smiled as I viewed myself and was able to recognize and smile. I dismissed the helpers as I looked at the sunset that was to happen; the orange hue covered the skies as my eyes longingly tried to see if I could find Baahu and Deva's hiding place in this big palace.

But the silence and peace of the moment vanished as I heard the footsteps of the one I was hoping not to meet today. It seems one can only receive so many blessings they have asked for.

I struggled to meet the eyes of the person whose scent made my nostrils inhale the amazing smell, like sandalwood mixed with rose petals. I looked up to find Bhalla, whose face lit up as his eyes found mine. But quickly, his smile disappeared, leaving a look of questions as he took into my form.

"You are not wearing the jewels and the saree I sent for you," I gulped at his question. "Come on, Nandhu, you can't give away your fear," I whispered as I shook my head.

"I felt comfortable in my clothes", I whispered back. He nodded as he neared me, and I felt heat rise as the cold air of evening siped my hair as it blew.

Bhalla swiftly and smoothly pulled me against his chest as my covered breasts brushed against his bare chest. I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"But I want you to be adorned in the colours of Mahismati, the future Queen. You should take up your duty and not disobey your King," he whispered as his lips slowly kissed my ears. I bit my lips from gasping and also had to fight my hands from touching him.

"So you are ordering me?"  I questioned his motive. "If I don't agree, then you'll force me?" I narrowed my eyes at him, causing him to chuckle.

"Not an order but asking you," he whispered, placing his forehead against mine. I stood there, trying to catch my breath, which I had forgotten from all the thinking I was currently doing.

"May I," he asked, causing me to look into his eyes. I could see he desperately wanted to proceed further as his breath hit my face, and even I felt leaning in, but I had to pull myself together and come out of the daze.

"Have you spoken to your mother and father? Were they okay with you choosing me?" As I asked, Bhalla smiled, showing his perfect white teeth.

"Tonight, I will introduce to you them as my future wife, my queen, and the one I chose," he whispered once again, trying to lean in.

I shook my head. "That not what I asked? Now did I?" I questioned again, causing him to sigh.

"I don't have to ask permission, my love," he whispered as he continued. "I have decided and will let them know of my decision." I stared at his eyes. I could see the difference between him and Baahu; grown up in the same household with a lovable mother sharing the blood of the same royals, yet there was so much difference, like day and night.

I nodded at him, pulled myself out of his touch, and stood as far as possible. I could feel the balcony railing stopping me from moving any further. My sudden movement caused Bhalla to look at me, and his eyes looked like they were longing for me, but I may have imagined things.

"Then I will meet as you have planned, my king," I whispered, causing him to nod as well. He took his leave, and I exhaled all the breath I had stored in. Okay, now I have to make myself mentally ready for tonight. God knows how painful it is going to be with Sivagami being there.

And it was a hell of painful just as Bhalla broke the news of our engagement. 'Well, if you call it that,' his parents looked at him dumbfounded, and more than his father, his mother's eyes were burning into my head. Lady, I didn't do anything to your ego-boosted son who doesn't under the word boundary,' I shouted but kept my face straight.

"What were you thinking, Bhalla? " his father shouted as he walked, or rather limped, to the spot where Bhalla and I were standing.

His eyes pierced through me. Other than their mentality, I couldn't see one drop of similarity between the father and son.

"A girl with no title and no kingdom to be a queen and wife of the King of Mahismati." He cackled, which hurt my ear, but I stayed put.

"Father, I know you would say this, but I have decided, and you know I won't choose someone just like that. So I ask you to believe me when I say Nandhini will be my Queen and wife." I snapped my eyes at Bhalla, who was standing too proudly and tall. A part of me liked this, and a small smile erupted at the corner of my lips.

I snapped out of it as the father-son duo argued, but the mother stayed in her seat, silently watching me like a hawk watching its prey.

"Sivagami, why are you silent? Please tell him he is wrong." I was so ready to hear her rejection, as she did with Deva, but surprisingly, she walked near me, took my face in her hand, and studied every inch of my face.

"If my son had chosen her, she must be worth it." My eyes snapped to her reply as she unclasped her long chain, forked her neck, and clasped it onto mine.

"Sivagami?" Bhalla's father started, but Sivagami's look made him quiet.

"A week from now, the big wedding of the King of Mahismati with his chosen girl as his wife and Queen of this nation will happen" " she replied and went away like the wind.

As the night rolled out, I was still shocked at how things turned out; I thought his mother might reject me and send me away. I was so sure that I hadn't opened my packed items.

But fate is cruel, as it has now been announced, and all the people in the nation would have known by now.

I fear facing Baahu and Deva. How would they have taken this news? Would Deva be angry at me? Will she think that I am a gold digger or a backstabber?

All the thoughts are killing me, but once again, I have been pulled out of my overthinking by a strong arm encircling my waist and flushing me to a rock-hard chest whose warmth I can recognize now as if I have known him for decades.

"What my Queen is thinking about?" I am still too flushed to reply. Why is he so clingy in the movies? He never seems like that, and they never show him as this.

His thumbs softly massaged my hips, and a soft gasp left my lips as the feeling was wonderful, and I was too ashamed to accept it.

He placed his face into the crook of my neck and inhaled. I struggled to find the way out, yet my body felt heavenly. What was wrong with me?

"Ah, nothing", I replied. Thankfully, his body was keeping me from falling.

His hands captured my jaw, and he smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischievousness. A gasp left my lips as his thumb traced my lower lip and parted from my upper.

"Will you allow me?" he whispered, causing my inner pool to swell in what one could call a girly giggle, which I am embarrassed to admit.

Well, to be fair, I have only kissed one guy, my ex-boyfriend. "Oh, don't remember him now," I scolded myself.

I am not sure whether the cold air or the warmth of his body caused my head not to think straight, but something pulled me in as I found myself leaning to meet his lips.

At that moment, I felt a surreal energy pass through my veins, like the Kiss we read in books that are said to capture the soul, body, and mind. His lips moulded perfectly into mine. It's not a kiss of innocence but of need and want mingling. I reached into his hair, my finger knotted between his silky hair. His right hand cupped my side jaw and angled me perfectly, letting him easily access my lips.

That kiss taught me one thing: I now have a better plan.

One can ask what my plan is. I plan to marry Bhalla but make amends with Baahubali and get him back here as a rightful king. I know I can do it. Since Bhalla seems too into me, maybe I should use it as my leverage to make him see the good in Baahu and let his ego go.

But a man like Bhalla would not be easy letting go of his power, the power he always wanted, and the power he just got, and he would agree to let go of it. But I can see he is losing his tough wall in front of me, and even with this small kiss, I had him melted against my body. So, my body and mind should be my weapon in this match, and I should use it well to do what I intended to do here.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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CHAPTER - III | Villain's Love

MASTERLIST

one | two | three

They say time stops when you are sad, confused, or thrown into the reality that all your shared moments with someone you thought was your real love turned out to be a nightmare. I shook my head. I must be seeing things. That is not my Anbu. He is a kind, sensitive, and lovely person, I thought to myself. He is a Kabadi coach and should be at home having a good night's sleep for his training tomorrow, not be out here trying to hurt and threaten innocent people.

But I stop myself. No matter how well I know Anbu, over the last few months, he has never shown me his family or taken me to his place to introduce me to his friends/team. Also, whenever I bring up the subject, he constantly changes it. I gulp down and once again look outside to see the same face but with no trace of love or care; instead, it is filled with anger and the one that would cause hurt to innocent people.

My feet took me to the corner, where I laid my back against the pillar. My eyes looked around aimlessly, and a chuckle left my mouth. I shook my head, and tears spilt. My chuckles turned into whimpers. But quickly, I hid it and saw Tamizh walking in my direction. I shook my head. I will not show weakness or be that girl who fears the monster.

"Is everything alright, Akka?" I nodded at Tamizh and smiled softly.

The phone's sharp ring echoed in the station's tense silence. Everyone turned around to see Napelone speaking. We all surrounded him, hoping we would find a way out of this. More probably now, I want to leave and never meet the one who broke my heart.

As we all followed him to the stairs, where the prisoners were kept, my heart was beating faster.

"Sir, all are here", Napelone spoke as he asked and dialled another number, and that's when I felt goosebumps rise; it was his voice, but I couldn't find a trace of him. As they negotiated, I felt the eyes on me, but I quickly shook it off.

"Open the gate," Napelone asked the boys. Tamizh and I clutched our arms together. My mind was screaming, What if Anbu sees me here? Would he let me go? Would he let Tamizh and her friends leave here unharmed? How can we trust the promise of these thugs?

"Sir... " I started, but before I could finish, he got a call, and this time, I felt the tension rising in the air much more than before. As Napelone asked everyone inside the cell to reveal their names, one person stood far away in the dark only to slowly walk near. I felt his eyes I felt and before I knew it, I found myself backing away, ensuring Tamizh was secured behind me.

Just as the chaos started, the constable shouted to close the main door, and the prisoner inside tried to get hold of the constable and threatened us to throw in the cell keys.

"Throw the keys," he whispered. But I stood there shooting my head; no matter what, the keys should not reach them.

"Throw the keys!!" His shout caused Tamizh and me to shudder, but I threw away the keys in the opposite direction and went down with Tamizh to see that the doors were closed now.

We all sighed in relief; that's only to be lived short.

***

"I can't; I'm too scared," Tamizh whispered, making me feel bad for her. She was too young and vulnerable for this situation, so I had to step in and be the adult.

"Hey, look at me. Nothing is going to happen, and I am here, okay?" She nodded, and I felt myself shaking my thoughts off Anbu and only concentrating on the matter.

Meanwhile, the boys and constable Napelone planned to set up a speaker to play loud music to distract and annoy the goons, and it seemed to work, as we all could feel their irritation and struggle.

"Good job," I patted their shoulders, and they smiled.

"I am thirsty", Tamizh spoke, and I nodded, "I look for water" I informed the others and went to get some water, "God, this station, with no water!" I snarled as I finally found a water purifier and filled the Tumblr nearby. However, just as I was about to reenter the hall area, the music stopped, and my heart struck at my throat as I watched from behind the pillar to see Anbu walk down the stairs and inhale some power; I scrunched my eyes to see what happens as my legs glued to the spot denying from moving any further.

"You have all done wrong and will be doomed." His words made me shudder, and just like that, he started beating the boys. I couldn't even think what to do, but in the end, I gulped down as I saw Tamizh stuck in the middle. I found myself to be a little brave, so I launched myself from behind. Tamizh threw me her dupatta, and I tied his hands and legs together, stopping him from moving.

"Hey, who is it? I will kill you," Anbu yelled as I held his throat in between my elbows, stopping him from moving his head. I nodded at Tamizh to go upstairs to prevent anyone from entering again, which she did swiftly; the boys came to my rescue and held Anbu as he struggled.

He still doesn't know that I am the one who bound him to this position, and the fear of him identifying with me makes me feel even worse.

"I will kill you all; note it down" He once again spoke in his voice, which was influenced by whatever he took at the stairs; it might be drugs, I think. And a disgust swept through me.

The Anbu I loved is dead and before was a man with no morals and empathy.

As all the since false again, Tamizh called me "Nila Akka." I froze as I saw Anbu's back straightened as he tried to look behind. I kept my eyes on him as I reached Tamizh to hold her. But that was my mistake, and at that moment, I felt his eyes. Even under the influence, he could sense me, and his lips pulled upwards as his eyes held anger and something else.

"Nila.." He whispered, causing others to look at him as I gulped. But before he could continue, the scream from Tamizh's friend got all our attention; my eyes widened as the goons got one of the boys and started to threaten us from behind the door as they kept a knife around the boy's neck.

"Noo..No", Tamizh's scream caught my attention as I could see she was scared for this boy.

"Anbu!" they shouted, causing me to look at Anbu with a leading look, but at that moment, I couldn't find any human in the man before me.

"Kill him. They have beaten me, and you guys are still waiting!" He shouted, causing me to gasp. "No. No, Anbu, stop it!" I cried, but none has been heard through his ear nor registered to him.

And just like that, the lifeless body of the young man fell. All I could hear was Tamizh's scream and cruel laugh from the monster before me.

"Should have listened to me; seems you guys learned a season", Anbu whispered as he turned his head to face me. "Just like your pathetic friend Sekar did while he begged for his life" I heard nothing after that, and my eyes held tears, and my heart burnt with anger; the image of Sekar blurred my vision.

"You monster", I whispered as I saw Napelon carrying a heavy object. I immediately took it from his hand, and before I knew it, I hit square in Anbu's jaw; the man I loved and thought my protector turned into my nightmare, and to protect myself and others, I had to end and make him suffer for his sins.

My eyes watched Anbu's falling as he took his last breath. I yelled as my throat turned into sore.

Tamizh held me as everything around us became the worst dream we ever hoped for.

It seemed in that moment I had lost my Anbu way before then I killed him, as the man who I ended was not anything like the Anbu I know. We all started to leave as an unnamed man appeared and guided us. Tamizh looked at her friend's body; I made an oath that I would never look back at the body of the monster that was lying in the middle. I know nothing of him, and I killed all my love that was in my heart the same way I killed him.

***

2 years 3 months, I started aimlessly out of the window to look into the snowfall that began to fall

After the traumatic experience, I transferred myself to the farthest place possible; I am currently in Theog, Himachal Pradesh.

I sighed as I drank my hot chocolate and twirled the locket Anbu presented me; I could not ignore it. I had to distance myself from the known place where I had all the memories, which burned me to the core. As I settled in the new area and started my job at the nearest government hospital, I became busy and did not have much time to think about the past.

Today seems much more challenging as I struggle to let go of his memory. But at last, I gave in, snapped the chain out of my neck, and threw it into the drawer, where I never have to look in.

"I should start going," I whispered. Just before I left, my cell phone rang, and I checked to find it was Officer Joshy. I am glad of some of the people I got close to here.

"Hello, Joshy. Is everything alright?" But, the news I received put me in alert mode.

"No, you have to come quickly to the hospital. Hyena attacked people." I jumped at the news and quickly went out, locking my door as I started my car.

"Okay, is the situation under control?" I asked, hoping that civilians were out of danger.

"Yes, luckily, Parthi got it", I sighed and smiled; another family I got here, Mr.Parthiban and his wife, quickly became my closest people here.

"Lucky for us, I will be there in 15", I whispered.

Here comes my duty, and my day has just begun. With me here, nothing can make me go back to my old life.

THE END Beginning...

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Hey please write any romantic oneshot on vanmouzli wwhere arunmozli isn't oblivious ur writing is really beautiful

Sure i will make a note for my future one-shot...thank you for reds ng my work..you can also find my other Vanmozhi and ponniyin selvan works in my master list which i updated today.

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Please can you continue the arjun das story, villain love pleaseeee

I will!! It has one more part that will be updated this week 😊😊

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part 4 of his niyati???

Just posted!!

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CHAPTER - IV | HIS NIYATI

MASTERLIST

one | two | three | four | five

Was it weeks or months passed by? I lost count of the days that I was in the hell-bound of being captive. My eyes searched for the light that my heart was hoping for. My mouth whimpers as my cold body now feels numb after days of being left in this room covered with walls and no one to feel the warmth with. My eyes are dried with tears as they stop pouring after days of them flowing like a river; they might have flooded this whole palace if not for my heart beating for the innocent people living here.

Every night, I pray that it is a big bad dream. I wake up in my cabin, feeling the heater running up and the Baahubali movie that I left playing. My eyes are relieved, yet I feel the loneliest feeling of not having Deva or Baahubali with me. Yet here I am in the world of fantasy, and the man hated by many and hates others has locked me in the chamber, which others have no idea about.

I remember him whispering into my ear as he said, "Gotcha," as my body shivered under the touch of the person for whom my heart beat so fast. Maybe it was fear or something else, but it was only for me to be pushed and guarded like some object and have to spend my time inside this until I only responded to his most absurd request.

Yes, after being made to stay here under the guards of his own personal choice, Bhalla came to me one night. His eyes never left me. I sat on the cold floor with my back next to a wall in the corner, away from him, trying to hide from him. My hair covered half my face, and my eyes were wet with tears.

"Be my Queen", he whispered, causing my mouth to gap as I looked at the person before me, trying to think clearly and waiting again for him to repeat. Maybe I heard him wrong, but no, it's what he wants, his request or more like an order. When he saw I didn't answer him, he tried to near me, but I took a weapon that I hid in my pallu of the saree, a small knife that Deva presented me.

"Come near, and you will regret it", I replied, holding the weapon as if it contained my life. I expected him to be violent, but he moved further away as he spoke again. "Cry all you want, shout as your throat dries, fight as your life depends on, but in the end, you are mine. No one could change that" I choked up my tears as I listened to his words. Maybe in a fictional novel, this might sound wonderful, and I would be awed by the male lead who spoke it, but this is all real and in front of me and to me.

"I would rather be unalive than be with you." I realize my words were extremely harsh on the matter. I do feel something for him; it may be likeness, lust, or love; I can't differentiate, but my mind at that time wanted the man before me to leave the hell out of me. I spoke, but it didn't go as I expected.

The next time he ventured in, his expression was much softer as he took in my state; my eyes were now probably stained as my kohl would have run down, and my uncombed hair might have looked like a matted mess, but what surprised me was him standing before me as his hands held a plate. The aroma of food called out to me. I sat up from the cold floor but again edged against the wall.

"My Nandhini, please eat," he whispered as he set the food before me. But I couldn't look at him nor let my hunger satisfy him. I wanted to be out here and away from him, but my heart screamed every time I talked about leaving.

"Did you poison it?" His eyes snapped to me like that with a look of shock and pain.

 "Poison," he spoke with a slight whimper. I might be dreaming. Bhallaldeva never once felt the pain of others, so why would my words pain him? 

"I am asking you to eat, remove your hunger, and make you feel comfortable. Yet you push me away, hurt me with your words, by abandoning your warm bed and laying on the cold floor. Yet you accuse me of the things I never intended nor dreamt of to you," He spoke as he scop down rice mixed with Dal and sat right before me, his hand reaching with food, hoping my lips would accept them. For a second, the food and the slight warmth I felt from him wanted me to dwell into it and have it all, but the back of my mind screamed that it was all his plan, the plan to break me and have me so that he could succeed in whatever he hopes to.

So I turned my face, making it lean away from him and facing the wall to avoid him and everything he offered at all costs.

"Nandhini, look at me, please." He started to beg now, but I forced myself not to look at him.

"Look at me !!" His scream made me clutch myself a whimper being left my mouth. I suddenly felt a pull of my head in the direction of him; he cupped my jaw and made me look at him.

"Why are you doing this to me? And yourself! Please eat," He begged again, but I kept my mouth shut as he tried to force me.

"Are you planning to die by going on a hunger strike!" He asked, and I chuckled, salty 

"Will that make me get away from here, from you?" I asked him, gritting my teeth as I sneered at him.

"If that's your plan, then you are to be too disappointed," he said as he closed the gap and leaned straight next to my face. I could hear his breathing clearly, and his lips were so near to mine that I found myself backing more into the wall, hoping it would gulp me.

"I am here to cherish you, love you, take care of you, spoil you with everything in the world at your feet. You will learn to love me, will learn to be with me, and most importantly, you will eat now." But I just chuckled as, with all my strength, I looked at him in his eyes. "In your dreams," I whispered. Surprisingly, he left me, and I was relieved for a minute, but only for him to venture in withholding something.

I had to scrunch my eyes at what he was holding. I gasped. It was a small lamb from Kuntala that Devasena's brother had gifted to me. I fell in love with it and carried it here. I looked at him as I sat straight.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I watched him. Just as the balcony door opened, the sun's rays blinded my eyes for a second. When I looked at him, he stood at the balcony's edge, holding Chintu, my pet lamb.

I stood up, wobbling and trying to stand straight. "Please, give Chintu to me," I said, holding my hands for the poor Lamb calling out to me.

Bhalladeva smiled as he softly caressed the Lamb's head. "It is so cute how your heart races for this tiny being, yet you disregard me and don't listen to me nor see the care and love I have for you." He spoke as he slowly let his hand out of the balcony railing, holding the little Lamb.

"Don't do it," I half yelled, as I could see what he was planning to do. The poor creature doesn't deserve whatever the sick plan Bhalla has for it.

"Then eat, agree to eat, and never disagree." My eyes snapped at him, and I now felt hatred for him. I shook my head; I could see he was jesting.

Bhall smirked. "Well, it seems you learn only if I do it," he said, releasing the Chintu from the high balcony. My scream would have been heard all through the palace as I went and threw myself out of the balcony, only for the strong arms of the person who my heart hates now to hold around my waist and lean as my eyes watched Chintu below at the top of the net that the group of soldiers was holding. Chintu is alive, my body shook.

I turned my head and watched the monster smile. He tucked my head behind my ear and his lips against my ear. He spoke, "If you want to play with the fire, then prepare to feel the burn", He whispered I let go of myself as he led or more like carried me to the chamber and sat me down on his lap as I was a child, his hand secure around my hips.

"Here, have it," he whispered again, holding the rice and dal. I looked at him as tears ran down. I whimpered as I opened my mouth and ate from the hand that made others suffer. My eyes blurred as I gulped down the food, which my stomach welcomed, but my heart burned with rage.

"Good Girl", he whispered as he wiped away my tears and smiled at me.

"So what next? You try to force into me if I don't accept," I asked him. He silently poured some more dal into the rice and fed me as silence remained.

"I may be me many things, my dear, but I am not someone who would force into a woman, and that to the one I love," he whispered as he finished feeding me and poured me water, which I gulped down.

"Take all the time you want, but in the end, you will be mine. Until then, I won't touch you, but you will come to me yourself," he replied as he left me. I lay there again, engulfed in darkness, and the balcony door closed from outside. Why hadn't I jumped when I had the opportunity? Why was I allowed him to carry me inside?

That's how the days turned into weeks, and I left here. Each time I had my meal, he remained in the room and fed me. Even though I complained that I could eat myself, he insisted that was the only time he touched me. I could have stabbed him with my knife still hidden, but I didn't. I often wondered why haven't tried and or, surprisingly, why he hadn't tried to take away the knife from me. Is it because he knows that I can't kill him, or does he see me as weak?

I wondered if this is how Sita Ma would have felt when Ravan took her against her will, lying on the cold floor, hoping for Ram to come to save her. Unfortunately, in my case, I don't have Ram, nor do I hate the one who was thrown into this dark room, but I feel emotion for him. Part of my heart wants to be with him, and I hope that if I accept the offer, he might leave Baahu and Devasena. 

Could it be possible? Would it be possible for me to change the events? Now I have a chance? My eyes drooped as sleep took over me, and I struggled to keep myself up, but that was the last question I had in my mind.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Avalin Kadhal - Vaanathi's Love

I spent a whole week and more drafting this one, as my hands and mind were never correlated, and as today's woman, I would never imagine nor can be with someone who supports polygamy; I find it hard to accept someone who married more than one partner at sametime. But at the same time, I look back and read the ages as they were, and I realize that one has to take the time and principles are different. I am unsure how my mind put this beautiful piece together, but I am always more grateful for all the creative plots my mind could create. I hope you feel calm and serene as you read this. Love is all we have.

"I will always love you, Vaanathi. There will be no one for whom my heart will be surrendered to them" Her warrior husband's words on their first night together echoed as she sat with her eyes closed, and her tear-filled eyes leaked a streak of tears as her cheeks rose all the crying.

"My princess, the prince has arrived with Panchavan Madeviyar," Vaanathi's helper announced quickly. As the words reached her ears, she wiped her eyes and immediately smiled or made herself smile as she nodded. Before leaving the room, she rechecked her face to avoid showing her inner feelings.

As her feet walked from her chamber to the palace entrance to welcome the newlyweds, her husband and his new wife. Her heart was pounding, but soon, she was accompanied by Lokamadevi, her sister-wife, the one her husband married after her. A sad smile erupted on Lokamadevi's face as she watched Vaanathi, who she respected and looked up to everything. Also, she can understand her feelings even though she is somewhat in a dilemma, but both ladies know this is the norm.

"Do you want me to do this time?" Lokamadevi asked, trying to take anything that would relieve Vaanathi's stress.

Vaanathi straightened her shoulders and shook her head. She regained her posture and nodded at the helper to bring in the aarti plate. "As a Princess and the first wife of our Prince, it's my responsibility to welcome them, and I will do it," she whispered as the gates opened and she stepped out. Lokamadevi followed Vaanathi, who put on a smile that anyone would fall on as her eyes danced with innocence. 

There he is, walking towards her, like always, with broad shoulders and long hair flying with his moustache that tickles her every time they kiss. Just like the first time she walked the steps to send him off to the war and how his hands caught her when she fell, those memories are still imprinted in her brain and will be even after her body leaves this soil.

But this time, she is not a mere princess but a future queen of the dynasty and the wife of the great Chola Prince. Her eyes slowly passed to the young princess who was walking beside him. With her golden skin, fish-like eyes, and slender figure, everything perfectly matches the handsome Prince. 

"Did I ever look that beautiful alongside my Prince when we first entered?" She quickly shook those thoughts; now it's not about me. As her eyes remained between them, failing to give away any weakness or show sorrow, she welcomed them. Arunmozhi's eyes watched Vaanathi perform her duties gracefully and with a smile, and his new wife flashed a smile as well.

"Welcome back, my Prince. This Chola Desam is excited at your arrival," Vaanathi said as she turned to Panchavan Madevi. "Young Princess, you are the jewel to this Chola Desam, and this Desam is blessed to receive another daughter-in-law." Everyone smiled at the kind words.

As the day passes and the newlyweds enter their room for private time, Vaanathi's heart starts to beat faster. She is unable to sleep, as she did last time. She feels disposable now with the two other beautiful wives. What else could she offer more?

She smiled softly as her son Rajendra slept, his tiny arms clutched her fingers. She combed his dark hair, which was growing fast, like his Dad's. She chuckled as salty tears fell down her eyes.

She asked her helper to watch over the child and went out walking. She reached the gardens, where the path leading to the path was hidden from outsiders, but only royals knew this one. As she ventured in, she finally came out of the other side, the path to a small temple built for Vishnu. Kundhavai loves Krishna and Vaishnavam, and she adorned this temple with deepam.

Vaanathi slumped onto the ground with a whimper that left her mouth after a whole day of keeping her emotions inside; she finally let it out since no human was around her as the hours passed—only she and the god witnessed her tears.

Her whimpers, their melody rising like a plea to the heavens, seemed to gaze upon her with serene detachment—a calmness that only deepened the ache in her chest. The idol of Vishnu, resplendent in gold and adorned with fresh garlands, seemed to gaze upon her with a calmness that only deepened the ache in her chest.

Her thoughts churned in turmoil, spiralling deeper into despair. Is this how Rukmini must have felt, she wondered bitterly. When Krishna, her heart's love, took Satyabhama and others as his wives, did her heartache as mine does now? Did she wonder if her devotion had fallen short if she had not been enough?

Her whimpers became silent, leaving her cheeks with dried tear streaks and nothing else to do as she aimlessly watched the moon glow with light.

"Why is a gold that needs to be treasured doing alone in this stone temple?" Spoke the angelic voice behind Vaanathi

Vaanathi whipped her head behind as her eyes took in the figure standing a few metres away. Her eyes stuck with the angelic face of an elderly woman who seemed like the kindest and most divine of the ones she had read in the scriptures.

She whipped her tears as she tried to smile, but she never moved her eyes away from the woman who smiled and slowly sat next to her.

"What is the use of a treasured jewel when it can only be used for decoration and nothing else?" Vaanathi replied.

The elderly woman's soft hands took her face. A sudden surge of energy passed through Vaanathi's body. She was unsure whether it was just the heat from the women before her or something else. She quickly scratched the last option and settled with her cold body, reacting to the hot touch.

"Now, now, what's with the worry?" the angel-like voice asked her; Vaanathi's eyebrow narrowed. Who is this woman, and what is she doing at this hour? 

"With so many questions already," surprised Vaanathi, let out a quick hiccup. Wow, this woman can read minds. Was she a witch or some rakshasi that roams by at night? Vaanathi started to gulp, but the aura she was emitting made her feel calm.

"What's a woman's role in a man's life?" Vaanathi shook her head. "Wife role in her man's life." The elderly woman smiled.

"Hmm..such a big question, and you expect a simple answer," the elderly woman chuckles, which causes Vaanathi's eyes to narrow.

"Well, what a human role on this earth? To be born and fed by this earth's mother, to be provided warmth by the glowing sun, to feel safe as we lay our heads in her lap every night." The elderly woman answered more like asking Vaanathi as she continued.

"It's like two humans coming together in the name of marriage: to protect and provide, to cherish and love, and to share the pain and happiness." Vaanathi sighed as the women poured out their list of needs.

She chuckled and asked, "But what if the wife has to share her man with his other wives, who also cherish him? But what would the wife expect in this situation? No one to cherish, as now the man she loved is also the one she has to share." The silence prevailed as the elderly woman spoke.

"But isn't that a King's/warrior Dharma to marry more than one?" Vaanathi's sharp eyes snapped at the woman, now feeling much sorrow.

"Dharma? Marrying N number of women to ally a political alliance or to calm their urges of all kinds, why is it only Man's Dharma to marry whoever he pleases, but women should be devoted to her husband? Why did god make such complex rules for women?"

"Well, our same scriptures praise Draupadi, the woman who married five men, and the same Lord who is shining down at us now did at her as well," Vaanathi let out a salty chuckle.

"Was it Draupadi's choice and likeness to marry 5? She would only be with Arjun as his Pathni if she had a choice. She never wanted to marry five nor wished, yet she was pushed! She was ridiculed by the men around her who married more than her for pleasure, unlike her, yet they called her names and put her through the trauma all her life. Why did the same Narayan never question that or make the rules like Ram followed? One man for one woman and vice versa," Vaanathi sighed and wiped her tears.

"That's our Karma, dear. No one can run away from it. Even the same Narayan, in his every birth, had to endure along with his Lakshmi." Vaanathi listened to the words of the women before her, and now, oddly, she found herself wanting to hear more.

"As Ram, he has to let go of his Sita and endure the pain of being alone most of his life, away from his Lakshmi. Do you say Ram didn't love Sita?" Vaanathi shook her head as the women continued.

"As Krishna, his love for his Radha went above everything, yet he had to watch her go, only so he could reach her again as Rukmini. Who also had to watch her husband go to marry Sathyabama and others. Do you know what Rukmini did? Did she fight with Krishna for having other wives?" Vaanathi shook her head. She had always heard how calm and serene Rukmini was as a queen, wife, and lover.

"But If Krishna loved Radha, why did he let her go, and if Radha is Rukmini, why did he marry Sathyabama? If they both are his Lakhsmi and others, then why was only Lakhsmi born in a different form, not Vishnu? And what if the roles were reversed? Would the society still be praising Krishna as they are now for Rukmini if he has to share his Lakshmi with other forms of Vishnu?"

The older woman chuckled and shook her head. Vaanathi watched her with a look of bewilderment as she let out an uncontrollable laugh that made even Vaanathi's lips smile like it was contagious.

"Oh, that would be fun, wouldn't it? But it's a little too much to control all the Vishnu forms. " The woman spoke as her voice turned to mumble, but Vaanathi still listened keenly, trying to hear those words from her mouth.

"Man, it was hard enough keeping Krishna in line with my number of forms, and what an exhausting job I was doing over time. Maybe I should try this with Kalki." Vaanathi couldn't understand what the women spoke. 

"Ahm, what is it?" But the woman shook her head as she leaned in, taking the young woman's face. "Dear, were you angry at your husband and believe he doesn't love you?" Vaansthi shook her head as her life depended on it.

"Of course, he loves me, cares for me, makes sure that I am his priority, and showers me with love more than I could ever ask for." Vaanathi smiled, thinking about her husband and how spellbound he was when they were together.

She continued, "Not only in bed but also in the nation's crisis, he makes sure to get my opinion and shares all his fears more than anyone I know of." The elderly woman smiled.

"There's your answer. Just like Krishna loves Rukmini and shares all his love, fear, and happiness, so does your husband. Maybe if given a chance or the reality doesn't put Kings in the position of remarrying and putting the citizen first, he would have cherished you without looking at other women. But he married you first because he loved you and still does. So cherish that, my dear."

Vaanathi smiled. Yes, the situation was not what she hoped for, yet Arunmozhi was a husband that thousands wanted, but she was lucky to get. As a warrior and a King, his oath and prime concern was his nation's welfare, and political alliance was necessary if one had to safeguard and expand.

"And Rukmini always knows that even if Krishna's eyes wander to everyone, his heart is always looking for his Lakshmi in every one of them; she knows that she is the one he comes back home to." 

"So love is sharing?" Vaanathi asked as she immersed herself so much in the conversation.

The woman cupped Vaanathi's face, her touch firm yet tender. "Love is not measured by its fulfilment but purity. Krishna and Radha's love lives on, not in their union, but in the hearts of those who remember their story. And Rukmini's steadfast devotion is a lesson in strength and grace. Arunmozhi Varman's path may not align with yours now, but that does not diminish the sanctity of your love."

The woman continues, "The Lord teaches us detachment, my child. If you truly love Arunmozhi, let your love become your strength, not your sorrow. Offer it to the divine as a prayer, and you will find peace."

Vaanathi closed her eyes, the woman's words seeping into the cracks of her broken heart. The pain remained, but it began to shift, no longer a weight pressing her down but a bittersweet reminder of her humanity. Her position as a princess and a chief queen will soon be a queen mother who will one day pass all the wisdom and strength to her upcoming generation; she has the same duty as Arunmozhi has towards this nation and its people.

The elder woman began to walk away, her figures blending into the shadows of the temple. A sudden thought struck Vaanathi. She turned quickly, her voice calling out, "Amma, wait!"

The elderly woman paused, turning back with a faint, knowing smile.

"I didn't ask your name," Vaanathi said, her voice filled with wonder and gratitude. "What should I call you?"

The woman's smile deepened, her eyes twinkling with a mysterious light. "I have many names, child," she said softly. "But I would like you to call me Amma."

Before Vaanathi could respond, the woman turned and disappeared into the temple's dimly lit corridors, her presence lingering like a divine whisper. For a moment, Vaanathi felt as though she had been in the presence of something beyond mortal comprehension, and her heart, though still aching, carried a newfound serenity.

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Will be out this weekend 😊

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His niyati part 3 pls pls

Part 3 is already out. Please check the link below if you haven't yet.

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