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Next part of his niyati please?

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CHAPTER - VI | HIS NIYATI

MASTERLIST

one | two | three | four | five | six

"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

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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

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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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Part 4 of his niyati please

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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CHAPTER - II | Villain's Love

MASTERLIST

one | two |three

Under the fading stars and the first light of dawn, Nila lay wrapped in Anbu's arms, her heartbeat steady against his as the night of passion lingered in her senses. The rooftop was an unexpected addition to her list of adventures, but here she was, with a man she barely knew yet felt she'd known forever. As he traced his lips along her ear, she couldn't help but laugh softly, looking back at him with a glowing smile.

"So, what's the plan for the weekend?" she asked, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Anbu's smile flickered momentarily as he recalled the upcoming task he hadn't yet told her about. "Just a packed weekend of training," he replied smoothly. "My senior's out, so I'll be leading it."

Nila's face fell into a playful pout. "You sure I can't just watch? I'll be quiet, promise!"

Anbu chuckled, feeling an ache of guilt. Her innocence contrasted the darkness in his world—a world she couldn't see. But her gaze was full of trust and love, and he couldn't bear the thought of her knowing the truth and losing her forever. She was his, and he wasn't about to risk that.

"Believe me, if you were there, the only training we'd be doing is practising how to get pregnant," he teased, pulling her close as she flushed, her hands tangling in his thick hair.

She tugged gently, making him groan, and with a mischievous grin, he flipped her beneath him, stealing a lingering kiss. When they finally broke apart, she sighed. "Fine, go. Just don't come back with any bones broken."

They laughed, fingers locking in a pinky swear. He knew he'd do anything to keep her in his life, but as he left, a part of him wondered how long he could keep her in the dark.

***

As the weekend drifted, Nila felt the quiet settle in more deeply than anticipated. With most of her family scattered around the country, she'd grown accustomed to spending her time alone, but the silence of the past few days felt different—almost too still, like an echo of the loneliness she'd felt not so long ago. The empty spaces in her home served as a reminder of her closest friend, Sekar, who was no longer there to fill them. The memories of Sekar's funeral lingered painfully, but she clung to them; Dr. Amudhan, Sekar's older brother, had given her a small box filled with notes, pictures, and keepsakes that Sekar had wanted her to have. It was a bittersweet treasure trove she often revisited, both as a comfort and a reminder of the beautiful friendship they had shared.

The month after Sekar's passing had been a blur of sorrow and solitude, with many days spent curled up in the stillness of her home, trying to find her way through the grief. Only Anbu's steady presence helped pull her through the dark days. He had been there for her when she needed it most, offering her companionship and comforting distraction. His unwavering support reminded her she didn't have to shoulder her grief alone.

Pushing back those memories, Nila decided she wouldn't let the weekend be swallowed by sorrow. As the evening wore on, she made a simple dinner, warming her hands with a mug of tea and putting on a comforting show. She let herself get lost in it, eventually dozing off on the couch as the night stretched on.

The following day, Nila started the morning with the familiar ritual of brewing a fresh cup of coffee, savouring the warmth of the mug in her hands as she watched the gentle rise of the sun. Her phone buzzed, interrupting her thoughts, and she smiled when she saw the message from Tamizh, her younger cousin. Tamizh had texted to confirm they'd be visiting her later that afternoon, bringing along some friends—and her boyfriend, whom she was eager to introduce to Nila.

Nila's smile widened at the thought of Tamizh's excitement. Her cousin, nearly seven years younger, was a third-year engineering student, brimming with life and always excited to share her world with Nila. The message left Nila wondering if she should reveal her relationship with Anbu, yet she hesitated. She and Anbu's connection was still new, something she wasn't quite ready to share, and she wanted to keep it close to her heart for now.

Instead, Nila focused on preparing for her guests, cleaning up her apartment and setting a cosy, inviting atmosphere. She even planned a small dinner, selecting easy, crowd-pleasing recipes for the evening. The quiet anticipation lifted her spirits as she set out plates and polished glassware and carefully arranged snacks for her cousin's friends.

As the clock ticked closer to their arrival, Nila couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. She looked around her apartment, satisfied with the warm, welcoming space she had created, and waited for Tamizh and her friends' cheerful voices to fill it.

***

When Tamizh's name flashed on my phone screen, I couldn't help but smile. She had this knack for showing up at the most unexpected moments. I picked up, already a little amused.

"Tamizh, where are you?" I asked, my voice light.

There was a beat of silence. Then she spoke, her tone uneasy. "It's... a long story, Sis. Could you please come to the Office of the Commissioner?"

I froze. My grip on the phone tightened, my mind racing. "Why are you there? Is everything alright?" I could barely keep the worry from my voice.

"Nothing happened to me or anyone else," she assured me almost too quickly. "Can you just come? I'll explain everything."

I sighed, already piecing together the likely scenario: her friends must've gotten into trouble. It wouldn't be the first time Tamizh had dragged me out of my routine with one of her adventures. "Alright, I'll be there soon," I whispered, grabbing my keys and heading out the door.

The drive felt like it took forever. Every red light and every slow car seemed like an added obstacle. My thoughts swirled as I tried to imagine what could've happened. I could only hope it wasn't too serious. As I finally pulled outside the imposing building, several police vehicles passed, their headlights piercing the darkness. The commissioner's office looked intimidating, especially at night, a cold reminder of its purpose.

Stepping inside, I spotted Tamizh immediately. She was standing with a group of boys who looked like they'd just been through the wringer—slouched shoulders and sheepish expressions. Tamizh's face lit up the second she saw me, her relief almost palpable.

"Oh, thank you so much for coming," she blurted out, practically rushing to my side.

I raised an eyebrow, glancing over the group. "What exactly happened?" I asked, crossing my arms, my voice as neutral as possible.

Tamizh sighed, casting a guilty look at the boys. "Well... they had a little too much to drink and ended up... on the railway tracks," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "It caused some chaos, so the police brought them in."

I pressed my lips together, trying not to let the amusement show as I took in their guilty expressions. It was such a Tamizh thing to be mixed up in—reckless but harmless fun. "So now we're just waiting for the police to release you all with a warning?" I asked.

She nodded, her eyes apologetic. "Yeah. They said they'd let us go this time after a firm lecture. I'm sorry for dragging you into this."

I shook my head, softening as I gave her a small smile. "I should've known you'd keep life interesting, Tamizh. Just... maybe try to keep it a little less dramatic next time?"

Tamizh and the boys laughed, tension melting away as they glanced at each other, sharing relieved smiles. I joined them, grateful that, in the end, everyone was safe. Tamizh had always been the wild card in my life, but somehow, I wouldn't have it any other way.

A strange sense of unease started to creep over us as we all stood there, looking around the empty station. I glanced at Tamizh and her friends, who were exchanging confused glances.

"Where are all the police?" one of the boys muttered, looking genuinely unsettled.

I thought back to the two officers I'd seen driving off just as I was arriving. "I did see a couple of them leaving when I came in," I whispered, not wanting to sound too alarmed.

The news only seemed to deepen everyone's confusion. Another boy, clearly impatient, piped up, "So... does this mean we can just go?"

Right then, the station's landline phone shrilled, cutting through the silence, and we all froze. No one moved; it was as if we were caught in some suspenseful stand-off. Finally, Tamizh nudged her head toward a figure slumped in the far corner—a man sitting behind the walls on an old wooden bench, seemingly fast asleep.

"Hey, there's someone still here," Tamizh whispered, relief evident in her voice.

One of her friends shuffled over, carefully nudging the man awake. The constable blinked his eyes open, looking groggy and more than a little irritated. "What's going on here?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and squinting at us.

The constable's gaze narrowed suspiciously. "Who are you people?" he asked again, as though the question itself was too much of a puzzle to piece together at this hour. Tamizh jumped in, quickly recounting the night's mischief and explaining how they'd all ended up here.

"So... can we leave now?" she finished, trying to sound casual, but there was a bit of pleading in her tone.

The man looked like he was piecing it all together, still half-asleep as he muttered under his breath. "You stay put," he finally replied, his voice rough but firm. Then, he trudged over to the desk and picked up the ringing phone, leaving us in the strange, dim quiet.

We exchanged glances as we waited, Tamizh's friends shifting nervously. The empty station felt eerie, and everyone was on edge. I took a deep breath, wondering if the constable would allow us to leave—or if this night was far from over.

***

The whole night took a turn, and before I knew it, we were thrown into this bizarre situation. Suddenly, we found ourselves helping Constable Napoleon secure the entire police station. I could feel Tamizh's tension radiating as she clung to my arm, her nerves spilling over. "When will they let us leave?" she kept whispering, her voice tinged with desperation. But I knew we were all too invested now to leave the poor constable alone; whatever was happening, he needed help.

Doors were bolted, and lights shut off until the station was blanketed in darkness, except for the faint glow from a nearby streetlamp. As Napoleon dialled someone on the station's old rotary phone, I caught fragments of his conversation, addressing the person on the other end as "Sir." It was clear whoever he spoke to held authority, and my heart raced with the sense that this wasn't some routine police task. Napoleon's tone was cautious yet confident, reporting that everything had been handled "as ordered."

I managed to summon up my voice, still shaken but determined. "So... what now, Sir?" I asked, feeling the weight of the situation sink in as he hung up.

"We wait," Napoleon replied gruffly. And so, that's what we did. The station had gone so quiet; every tiny sound—our breaths, the creak of someone shifting—echoed in the stillness. I peeked through a small slit near the window, watching the road outside, praying that whatever was going on would be over soon and that we could leave this strange night behind.

But as seconds stretched into minutes, a feeling crept into my chest—a dark, heavy sense of dread. I didn't know then just how deeply I wished that time would stand still in the coming moments. What lay ahead was a truth I was unprepared for, a vision that would break my heart into a thousand pieces. And once it was over, nothing would ever be the same.

My eyes latched onto the scene outside, where a group of men climbed out of their imposing black cars. And there, stepping out from the sleek, central black Jeep, was a figure that stole my breath, freezing every nerve in my body.

"Anbu," I whispered, the word catching in my throat. Tears welled up, blurring my vision as I tried to make sense of the impossible scene unfolding before me. How could it be him—my Anbu, the one I trusted, who held me through my darkest hours and brought me to heights of passion I never thought I'd feel?

Yet he stood among men who looked like nothing short of hardened criminals. Their faces were shadowed but unmistakably ruthless, each holding a weapon or casting watchful, suspicious glances around. The air between them thrummed with an energy I hadn't seen before, and every second that ticked by made it clear: they were here for something serious, something far from innocent.

Usually soft and playful, Anbu's eyes glinted with a dangerous intensity in the night's darkness. They seemed to pierce right through the veil of secrecy I'd never thought to question. His stance, his expression—everything about him was unfamiliar, almost cold.

The confusion wrapped around me, tightening like a vice on my chest. I had a hundred questions, each more desperate than the last. How could the man I loved—the one who'd filled my heart with laughter and warmth—be the same person standing before me now, caught up with these men who looked ready for violence?

And as the tears slipped quietly down my face, I realised that whatever I thought I knew about Anbu was unravelling right before my eyes.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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CHAPTER - III | HIS NIYATI

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The morning sun cast a golden glow over Mahishmati, and as I stepped onto the balcony, I couldn't help but marvel at the day's warmth. Devasena and Baahubali had left early with Kattappa to visit the temple, leaving a note explaining they hadn't wanted to wake me. Smiling at Devasena's thoughtfulness, I gazed at the sunlit kingdom stretched before me, the grandeur and beauty somehow more vivid than even the films I'd watched back in my world. How could this be fictional when I was living it?

Also, my heart string tugged at the images of the last few days; Bhallaldeva has been crowned as a King, and to witness such a grand scene in front of me made me feel out of the world; this time, I am not viewing it outside of the screen, but I sat next to Devasena and watched the whole ordeal, the way people wanted Baahibali but yet the Crown passed to Bhalla who has his arrogant smirk on his face all the way the end but yet whenever his eyes met mine it held something else which I am not able to put the finger on.

I shook my head, returned to the present, and gathered myself to meet them at the temple or perhaps ready myself for their return; something caught my eye—a pond just across the grounds. It sparkled invitingly, and before I knew it, Quickly, I slipped into a simple white cloth that hugged my form modestly, and without hesitation, I slipped into the cool water. The feeling was pure bliss. The water enveloped me, washing away any lingering doubts and fears, leaving me refreshed and weightless. My mind felt as clear as the sky above, my worries sinking below the surface. Here, in this hidden pond, life didn't feel complicated. Just simple, beautiful, and strangely... peaceful.

But reality has its way of reminding us of its presence.

As I began to leave the pond, I stepped onto a mossy stone and felt my foot slip. My arms flailed, bracing for the cold plunge back into the water when a hand grabbed me firmly. I collided with a broad chest, the strength of the arms holding me steady, their warmth sinking into me even as my heart raced. I gasped, regaining my balance, and looked up to thank my saviour.

"Thank you—"

My words trailed off as my gaze met the steely eyes of Bhallaladeva himself, his face barely an inch from mine. The notorious Bhalla, the very man whose gaze alone could command armies, now held me close, his eyes locked onto mine with a piercing intensity that froze me.

It was more than I had expected, more intense than anything I'd prepared for, standing here in the embrace of Mahishmati's most dangerous man. And yet, as Bhallaladeva looked down at me, his gaze softened. I'd only seen his eyes filled with something harsh and calculating, like a storm brewing beneath the surface. But now, in the quiet of this early morning, his expression held a warmth, a flicker of something... else. It was enough to make my heart quicken, even as I tried to keep my composure.

I could feel the cool morning air pricking at my damp skin, sending a shiver down my spine. My soaked form clung to me, and droplets fell from my hair like small streams trailing along my cheeks. I swallowed, trying to steady myself as his eyes trailed over my face, lingering, almost as if he were memorising each detail.

Without a word, his hand moved to tuck a few stray strands behind my ear, his fingers grazing my skin with the lightest touch. I knew I should step back and pull away before anyone caught us, but I felt rooted in place, almost as if his presence had drawn me in like a magnet. Every time I considered retreating, his hand anchored me, his steady gaze holding me captive.

With a surge of unfamiliar anticipation, I realised I didn't want to leave.

As his fingers moved, his thumb traced a delicate path along my jawline, lingering there as his hand settled firmly on my waist. I was acutely aware of how close we were, how his chest was pressed against mine, firm. I could even feel his abs through the thin material, a steady reminder of the power he carried. My heart raced in a way I couldn't control.

"K-King Bhallaladeva..." I managed, though my voice barely sounded like my own.

He only chuckled softly, sounding equal parts amusement and something deeper. His lips turned into a slow, almost indulgent smile as his eyes settled on me again. "You don't need to address me so formally," he murmured, his voice like a warm breeze, his gaze not breaking away.

I felt a strange thrill race through me, my heart hammering as his thumb brushed my skin again as if lingering to prolong the moment. And for now, I couldn't look away.

Unable to say another word, I watched as he finally stepped back, a strange expression in his eyes. But before leaving, he gave me a look that lingered longer than I expected, a look that left a warmth in my chest and a tangle of emotions I wasn't ready to name.

After that unexpected morning encounter with the King, I managed to keep my distance, though some seemed to ache for his warmth. I kept reminding myself that this infatuation had no future. Maybe it was just because Bhallaladeva, or rather Rana, the actor who portrayed him, was undeniably handsome. But then, if it were just about looks, shouldn't I have felt the same around Baahubali? Yet, it was different with him—Baahubali felt like a brother, a friend, someone I could admire but not romantically.

The day passed, and Devasena returned from the temple, glowing with a joy I hadn't seen in her before. It was odd to see her so giggly and blushing—she, who was usually so composed and strong, now seemed wrapped up in the happiness Baahubali brought to her. I suppose that's the power of a man who truly knows his strength. The wedding was set to occur the day after tomorrow, and Devasena wanted me close by her side through it all. I felt honoured and threw myself into making sure every detail was perfect for what felt like a real-life fairytale wedding.

I also made sure to avoid any further encounters with the King. For my peace of mind, I couldn't afford to feel that inexplicable draw to him again. With each passing hour, I busied myself with wedding preparations, arranging flowers, planning decorations, and helping Devasena choose her jewels—anything to keep my mind from wandering back to Bhalla.

Then, the wedding morning arrived. The air was alive with blissful energy, the entire kingdom adorned in celebratory colours, flowers, and lights that cast a warm glow over Mahishmati. I felt surprisingly emotional as I watched Devasena, radiant and fierce, join Baahubali at the altar. When they tied the knot, I saw a love so deep and natural between them that it made me believe in destiny, even for a moment.

For Devasena and Baahubali, this day marked the start of a powerful bond, a partnership as fierce and loyal as they both were. And even as I celebrated with them, my heart tucked away its quiet fluttering, locking away the memory of a morning gaze that I was determined not to revisit.

***

It had been a few days since I'd last managed to escape from Bhallaladeva's presence successfully. All the men, including Baahubali and the King, attended an important council meeting. I decided it was an excellent time to explore the palace grounds while avoiding any run-ins with Mahishmati's so-called "noblemen." Baahubali aside, I wasn't exactly thrilled by the company of most of them. These powerful men carried their authority as an excuse to intimidate and dominate. Sethupathi, Bhallaladeva's obnoxious friend, was the worst of them, with a gaze that made my skin crawl.

Caught up in my thoughts, I stared out over Mahishmati's breathtaking view when a prickling sense of dread crept up my spine. I turned slowly, only to see Sethupathi standing there, smirking, his eyes lingering where they shouldn't.

"What's a flower of Kuntala doing here all alone?" he said, stepping closer. I forced a smile that probably looked as thin as paper. The last thing I wanted was to encourage him, but it was better than showing my genuine disgust.

"Oh, I was just admiring the view. Devasena asked me to meet her, so I should be on my way," I said, attempting to slip past him.

But he sidestepped, blocking my path. "What's the rush? Doesn't the princess's friend know how to be polite?" He grinned with a leering look that made my stomach turn. If not for Baahubali and Devasena, I'd have scratched that smirk off his face by now.

I managed a tight smile. "Oh, I know how to be polite, but I choose not to waste it where it isn't deserved. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

Ignoring my hint, he edged even closer. "Why hurry away? We could spend a little time together." The suggestion sent a wave of nausea over me.

"I can't," I replied quickly, stepping back again. But he stayed in my way, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

"Could you move out of my way?" I asked, keeping my voice steady, though I could feel the irritation in my bones. Perhaps I should've been more assertive, but Sethupathi wasn't the type to take 'no' for an answer.

He leaned in, closer than I could bear. "And what if I don't want to?"

Just then, a voice broke through, booming and unmistakable. "Maybe you should leave the lady alone, Sethupathi."

I saw Bhallaladeva standing at a distance, his eyes blazing red like rubies.

Just like that, the repulsive Sethupathi transformed into a model of politeness under Bhallaladeva's sharp gaze. "We were just having a conversation, my King," he stammered, his meek tone making me want to roll my eyes. Baahubali would take care of him in the future anyway, so I let it go.

"Really?" Bhallaladeva's voice was laced with barely concealed menace. "Well, I'd rather you start on the task I assigned you." Sethupathi's face drained of colour as he nodded and scurried off, leaving me with a wave of relief and a small smile of triumph. But just as quickly, I remembered my predicament—alone now with the intense gaze of Mahishmati's powerful, enigmatic King.

His eyes seemed to pierce into my soul, carrying a depth I hadn't anticipated, something more than just authority. I tried to meet his gaze, but a warmth that was comforting and unsettling crept over me. His footsteps drew closer, and I focused intently on the ground, swallowing as my pulse quickened. If I dared to look up, I would be face-to-face with him, close enough to feel his breath. Unlike Sethupathi's repulsive proximity, being near Bhallaladeva stirred something different, a longing I didn't want to admit. My mind flashed to our brief but unforgettable encounter at the pond just days before.

"Won't you look at me?" His low voice sent a tremor through me, and I gasped softly, lips parting as I finally lifted my gaze. His dark brown eyes held mine, softer and more vulnerable than I'd ever seen, spilling over with an inexplicable warmth.

"Th-thank you, King," I whispered, struggling to keep my composure as his eyes drank me in, unwavering.

"It's my pleasure, Nandhini," he replied, my name slipping from his lips like a caress. Heat flooded my cheeks, and his gaze sparkled, noticing the flush on my face. As I stepped back, I felt the wall against my back, effectively trapping me. His hand reached up, fingertips tracing my cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was soft, almost reverent, leaving me breathless.

"My King..." I tried to speak, but my voice was barely audible.

"Look at me." This time, his tone held undeniable authority. "Call me Bhalla. Please."

A small smile tugged at my lips. This softer side of him was unlike anything I had expected, making me see him in an entirely different light. "But you're a king..." I stammered, trying to reason.

He shook his head gently, his thumb grazing my cheekbone, and my stomach twisted at his touch. I was overwhelmed by an inexplicable desire to feel his hands over every inch of me. What was happening to me?

"Okay... if that's what you wish, I'll call you Bhalla." His smile grew, but his gaze held a depth, a longing I couldn't quite place. Something was hidden in his expression, just out of my reach.

"Do you... remember me?" he asked, his voice dropping to an almost pleading tone.

I frowned slightly, trying to understand. "Remember you? What do you mean?"

But before he could answer, a voice echoed down the hallway. Devasena's voice broke the moment, shattering the intimacy that had enveloped us. Panicking, I gently pushed away from Bhalla, stepping aside quickly as I composed myself, not wanting to be seen alone with him.

Still, even as I hurried to meet Devasena, I could feel his gaze on me, lingering, intense, and filled with something I still couldn't name.

***

It had been almost eight months since I'd left Mahishmati and returned to Kuntala. Staying in one place too long felt stifling, especially when a certain someone was there, stirring up emotions I wasn't ready to face. Distance seemed like the best cure—one that would erase any fluttering feelings that had started to surface. Now, though, I was headed back for Devasena's baby shower, travelling with her brother and sister-in-law, trying to convince myself that both Bhalla and I would have forgotten each other by now.

As we arrived, Devasena practically jumped from her seat, a wide grin lighting up her face as she rushed over to embrace me. Over these months, we had exchanged countless letters, staying close despite the distance. Baahubali stood nearby, his warm smile a welcome sight, while Devasena pulled her family members into joyful hugs. 

The following day, the palace buzzed with life as everyone gathered to bless the soon-to-be parents, Devasena and Baahubali. Just as the ceremony began, an announcement echoed through the hall, signalling the entrance of Queen Mother Sivagami, King Bhallaladeva, and his father. I had never grown used to the sight of Sivagami Devi, once known to adore Baahubali beyond reason, now carrying herself like a distant stranger. She blessed Devasena but looked at her with barely any warmth, saying, "Be careful, Devasena. You are carrying the kingdom's heir."

I felt a surge of indignation, my stomach twisting at her words. Not Devasena, just the heir. She didn't care about Devasena's well-being; she only cared about the child. I shook off my frustration, not wanting to cause a scene, but the anger only grew as I caught sight of Bhalla, his eyes already fixed on me with a mischievous gleam. His lips curled into a smirk as he took in my form, and I quickly averted my gaze, trying to refocus.

After the blessing, Bhallaladeva congratulated Baahubali with a generous smile. "Brother, take some time to rest. Stay with Devasena until the baby is born. After all, the court can manage without you for a while. I'll make sure everything is taken care of," he said, voice silky, though I could sense the layers of implication beneath his offer.

Baahubali gave a slight nod, and just then, Sethupathi spoke up from his place beside Bhalla. "I'd be honoured to support you in your absence, Baahubali. I know Mahishmati needs its best hands."

My fists clenched, but I kept quiet. My hand rested on Devasena's shoulder as I felt her body tense beside me. Her jaw was set, and her eyes glared daggers at Bhallaladeva and Sethupathi.

"How dare he?" Devasena muttered under her breath as they exited the room. She turned to Baahubali, her voice shaking with anger. "You promised me, Baahu. You promised you'd do anything I asked. Well, now I'm asking you to stand up for yourself, for us. I want you to be King, Baahu!"

Baahubali looked torn, glancing between his wife and brother's retreating figure as if the world's weight rested on his shoulders. "Deva..." he began, his tone gentle, but the words failed him.

"Baahubali," she said firmly, hurt flashing across her face, "I need you to stop bending to others' will. Don't you see what Bhallaladeva is doing? He wants you out of the way so he can take your place!"

Baahubali's head dropped slightly, his silence only making her more agitated. Finally, I placed a hand on her arm, gently squeezing her.

"Come on, Deva," I whispered. "Let's go back to your room for now."

As I led her out, she looked back at Baahubali, disappointment evident in her gaze.

The urge to step in and change everything weighed heavily on me. I knew what would happen next, but I also knew how deeply Baahubali trusted his brother and loved his mother and kingdom. Even if I tried to warn him, would he believe me? His loyalty to his family would blind him to others' true nature.

The next day, Devasena asked me to accompany her to the temple. Memories of this day rushed back—this was the day Sethupathi would overstep his bounds and face Devasena's wrath. Determined to prevent the fallout that would lead to her and Baahubali being cast out, I quickly positioned myself to Devasena's right, leaving her on the left side, away from Sethupathi. If I could keep Sethupathi from trying anything inappropriate, maybe the future could still be salvaged.

As we approached the temple, Sethupathi gestured us out of the unique entrance reserved exclusively for the King. Devasena's eyes narrowed, sensing my frustration, and she nodded,  choosing the entrance meant for commoners instead. I walked alongside her, keeping a close eye on Sethupathi. His gaze wandered over other women, and I noticed the casual way he brushed his hand across one woman's back, making my stomach churn with disgust. My lips tightened, but I kept silent, hoping that enduring this would protect Devasena and Baahubali.

I was so focused on controlling my reaction that I didn't notice Devasena's eyes growing dark with anger. She had been watching the entire scene unfold—seeing me tense up and noticing Sethupathi's leering actions toward the women before us. Just as he reached a handout dangerously close to me, Devasena's patience snapped.

In one swift motion, she pushed me behind her, yanking a knife from Sethupathi's belt before I could even react. In a fluid motion, she slashed downward, cutting his fingers clean off. Blood splattered onto the temple steps, and Sethupathi's scream filled the air.

"Deva, stop!" I shouted, but my voice was swallowed by the shock that rippled through the gathering crowd.

"Don't you dare lay a hand on her," Devasena spat, her voice ice-cold, fury blazing in her eyes as she stood protectively before me.

Sethupathi clutched his bleeding hand, stumbling back in shock and pain. "You—how dare you! I am the King's trusted general!" he shouted, but his voice wavered with fear.

Devasena's voice cut through his protests like a blade. "Trust does not give you the right to disrespect any woman," she retorted. "Especially not under the guise of loyalty. Touch her again, and you'll lose more than a few fingers."

A part of me wanted to scream at her for her impulsiveness, but I also felt an overwhelming sense of pride and gratitude. She had risked everything to protect me without hesitation.

The court was tense, with Devasena shackled and surrounded by judgmental gazes. I stood nearby, fighting back tears as I watched her be treated like a criminal. Every whisper and every dismissive glance made me feel more helpless. My frustration boiled over as I shouted, "Is this how you treat your kingdom's daughter-in-law and the one carrying its heir?"

A hush fell over the court, and all eyes shifted to me. Queen Mother Sivagami's glare burned into me while King Bhallaldeva smirked from his throne, his gaze laced with something unnerving yet familiar. Just then, Sethupathi, still nursing his injured hand, sneered through gritted teeth, "Watch your tongue! You are speaking to the Queen Mother!"

Ignoring the tightening knot in my stomach, I met his gaze and let a faint smile play on my lips. "Maybe you should watch where you're inserting yourself, Sethupathi. Who knows, it might be more than just your finger that gets cut next time."

Sivagami's voice thundered through the hall, silencing every murmur. "Who gave you the right to speak in our court? A girl with no position should know her limits!"

Her scorn caused Devasena, silent until now, to spring to my defence. "Is this how you treat your people?" she demanded, her voice unyielding. "You arrested me without a fair trial, and now you're treating the girl who is like my sister with such disdain. Don't people in Mahishmati know how to show respect?"

Gasps echoed around us. Just then, Baahubali strode in, his presence commanding silence. His gaze darkened as he took in Devasena's shackled form, his fists clenching at her mistreatment.

"What happened, Devasena?" he asked, his voice deadly calm though his eyes were already burning with fury.

Devasena didn't hesitate, recounting Sethupathi's attempts to touch me inappropriately and the way he mistreated other women as well. I could feel the moment's weight, and as I glanced at Bhalla, his reaction caught me by surprise. His jaw was tight, his eyes locked on me with a mixture of rage and something else—a silent question, a need to know if this was true. Despite the situation, I found myself nodding, a tear escaping down my cheek. His subtle, acknowledging nod shook me, and I quickly refocused on the scene unfolding.

Sethupathi began stammering out a denial, but before he could finish, Baahubali advanced toward him in a swift, lethal motion. "In Mahishmati," he announced coldly, "a man who dares to dishonour women deserves no less than death." In one stroke, he drew his sword and, without hesitation, severed Sethupathi's head, the declaration echoing in the court.

Gasps filled the hall as Sethupathi's lifeless body collapsed to the floor.

***

As Baahubali and Devasena left the palace grounds, stripped of their titles and finery, I could only watch, my heart heavy. I had tried to follow their example, removing my jewellery in solidarity, but Devasena stopped me with a gentle, insistent look. "These jewels are from Kuntala," she said softly. "You don't need to part with them."

I pouted, wanting to share their fate, but she touched my shoulder. "When we leave, I want you to return to Kuntala. Be there, wait for us," she whispered firmly. I opened my mouth to protest, but her determined gaze silenced me. She wrapped me in a warm hug, kissed my cheek, and left, her figure retreating alongside Baahubali into the welcoming crowd. I watched them go, their people surrounding them with open arms, Kattappa by my side, his eyes brimming with tears as he bade them farewell. He gently patted my head, his comforting touch a silent reassurance.

As he led me back to my chamber to pack, a sense of anxiety gnawed at me. The palace that had once felt secure now seemed foreign, its stone walls cold and unwelcoming. I quickly gathered my things, eager to leave. As I was about to slip into the quiet night, footsteps echoed through the halls. Startled, I darted behind a pillar, my heart pounding as I held my breath.

The footsteps grew closer, steady and unhurried, and my pulse quickened. I dared a glance from behind the stone, and there he stood—Bhalla. His eyes locked on the pillar where I was hiding, and an unsettling smile curved his lips. "Well, well," he drawled, his voice like ice laced with fire. "The flower of Kuntala is shy now?"

I inched along the other side of the pillar, praying he would leave. But as I attempted to move toward the garden doors, a pair of strong arms looped around my waist, trapping me. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear, and whispered in a chilling tone, "Gotcha."

A shiver ran through me as a single tear escaped, trailing down my cheek. Helplessly, I wondered what lay ahead—what plans he had for me now and whether I'd ever see the ones I cared about again.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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