#Sai pallavi

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Ok I just saw Virata Parvam yesterday night and I need to talk about this very very normally with someone (hopefully the story writer) bcz WTF

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God took an extra day to create THEM. Fave characters Ft. Tollywood

1) Mrunal Thakur as Sita Mahalakshmi from Sita Ramam (2022)

2) Sai Pallavi as Rosie from Shyam Singha Roy (2021)

3) Anushka Shetty as Devasena in Baahubali 2 (2017)

More suggestions welcome in comments/reblogs!!

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Sai Pallavi, the Goddess

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I am BEGGING you to do Shyam Singha Roy!!!!

Sai Pallavi ate this movie up so hard bro, like the costumes, the dance, the eyes, mother was mothering 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Shyam 《 Shyam Singha Roy 》

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"Through life and death, thick and thin, sweet and sour, happy and sad. I will always be there. In your heart, as you in mine."

"You can hit me, scream at me, lay all of your deep dark suffering upon me, and I will accept it with an embrace as to me it is a gift from you."

"From the moment my eyes fell on you, I had taken you under my wing. To protect you, admire you, shield you from the horrors of the world, and to sing you to sleep every night sweetly with my love."

"Accept my love and I will lovingly guide you through this world showering yoj with my love every second, or deny and I shall forever live in your shadow and protect you from the darkness that I hide in, away from your eye as I love from behind you till your last breath. Yes or no, I will love and cherish your breath regardless."

"In today's world of uncertainties and changes, the only constant in my life will be you. And in yours, me."

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We'll say hello again (nevermind the chasm between us) 3

When they were younger, Bhalla doted on Gauri. Perhaps it was because she was never a contender for the throne he so loved, but he loved her. He twirled her in his arms and joked that he would find her a King brave, gentle and caring to marry. She hit his shoulders while laughing and joked that she would name his child something terrible.

Bhadra was a name choice of hers.

Bhalla—he loved her. Even when he raged at her for loving Amrendra better, even when he drank the poison of envy, even when he spewed filth about her for marrying her sworn shiled, Bhalla care for her opinion. Even when she was chained to the damnable pillar in the courtyard, in his own twisted way, he wanted her validation. When that brat of a child was born, he had come to visit her. Only her, never once looking at Bhabhi.

"Look at him," he has said, comfortably standing under an umbrella with an infant in his hands while Gauri was chained to the pillar in scorching afternoon. "He will sit on my throne, Gauri. Not Bahubhali. My son. My Bhadra."

As the boy's head hits the ground and his body still runs from Amrendra's sword, Gauri doesn't know what she feels more — elation or satisfaction.

The boy has hurt her and bhabhi more than Bhalla has. There's a burn on her right calf that's fifteen years old and now it burns as it had the first time. She knows Bhalla loves this child more than anyone else.

"You took away my brother," Gauri mumbles to herself, hoping that Bhallaldev hears her voice in his waking nightmares,"Mahadev has taken your son."

There's a momentary grief in her heart. The boy is a child. Younger than the imposter. He would have been a younger brother if Gauri's daughter had lived.

A new generation of Bhallaldev, Bahubali and Gauraangi, had their family not been tainted with her brother's blood. She feels that it would have been a curse carried over. No one can be Amrendra, never again. Her irreplaceable brother. Gauri would never wish her life on an enemy, let alone her own child. Bhallaldev raised a boy under the shadow of envy and contempt and that boy is dead, head lolling on the ground.

There's a clap of thunder and it starts to rain just as satisfaction fumes in Gauri's heart. She smiles fondly and looks skyward. Bhairav, she thinks.

("I would make it rain everyday, if I could, for you, your excellency." Bhairav had told her with sincere eyes when she told him how she loved peacocks dancing in rain.)

A loud yell from Katappa brings her back to present and he's running towards the imposter, whose back is turned towards Katappa. Disgustingly, she thinks if he will kill the imposter the same way he killed Amrendra. She finds herself unaffected with the idea, strangely numb. Her brother did not live. Why should anyone else, especially his imposter? An imposter, who used her brother's sword?

But she owes him a debt. He rescued her and bhabhi, the first one to do for the last twenty five years.

"Mama, no!" She yells, flinching at the soreness of her throat, just as the imposter turns and lightening strikes and her nephew turns.

Katappa throws away the spear and kneels.

A sneer comes onto Gauri's face. Katappa pronounces him Bahubali and Gauraangi just feels the curses flow from her tongue. That is not Bahubhali. He's an imposter. He's her nephew. He's never going to be her brother. He's Mahendra, he's never going to be Amrendra. He's never going to learn everything about Gauri better than Gauri herself. He's never going to be Amrendra.

Everyone around them kneels as well, barring herself and bhabhi. And just like, these strangers, these soldiers, have replaced her brother.

Amrendra Bahubali has been replaced by his son. By an imposter. They've got another, younger man and they replaced her brother.

You killed my brother, Gauri thinks to herself with a sneer, and now you give his crown to his son.

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They huddle in a corner while the rain lasts.

Gauri uses the boulder nearest to her to rest her back on and pushes her hand back, elbow taking some weight as her arm stretches. She adjusts her feet in a way Amrendra always used to, something she copied since she was a child.

A young girl, dressed in makeshift armour and a braid, comes towards her and removes her chains. The lack of weight on her wrists makes her feel something she doesn't have a name for. The girl passes her a leather pouch. She says it has water.

Gauri doesn't care if it's water or poison— she will die happy if she's not in chains, but she doesn't tell the girl that. She accepts the water and it instantly cools down the soreness in her throat that reigns still.

"I am glad you're free, Princess," the girl says. The reply that Gauri used to give to Bhairav dances on her tongue like the manifestation of a muscle memory but this stranger doesn't deserve it. "The Sardaars have been trying to free you and Queen Devasena for the past twenty five years."

Gauri smiles. "I appreciate your and your leaders' efforts, warrior. What is your name?"

"Avantika, Princess."

"Thank you, Avantika," Gauri says, because the numbness in her heart fades a bit at the fact that someone remembered her and bhabhi. Someone cared. "I am extremely grateful for your help, my child."

Before Avantika can continue the conversation, Katappa joins them. He kneels less than a foot away from Gauri's outstretched feet. A hush falls over the crowd and Gauri hears the loud silence as the rain gradually slows.

"This is where Bahu breathed last." Katappa says, head down.

Gauri laughs,"Will you kill me, then, too, Mama? Will it be my own sword, this time?"

The guilt and grief that clouds his face makes her falter momentarily but she remembers seeing blood on his sword that tainted her. On mama's hands. On Maa's hands. Her brother's blood. Her blood.

"Gauri." Bhabhi admonishes but it is not as chiding as it used to be, she's busy flicking her eyes to the imposte Mahendra. Mahendra, who's talking to a woman who looks nothing like the women of Mahishamati.

Gauri doesn't care for the grief on mama's face. How will he kill her?

He has already killed Amrendra. She's been dead for the past twenty five years.

Katappa doesn't stand up from her feet until the rain stops.

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When the rain finally stops, the strange woman that Mahendra seems to favour told them how they found Mahendra.

Bile rises up Gauri's throat for the vindictiveness she feels when she realises Maa died hunted and betrayed, same as Bahu.

(Just how horrid has she become?)

The boy, he looks so confused and worried. From where Gauri is still sitting at the boulder, she sympathizes for him. He asks Katappa why he has suddenly become god of the people he doesn't know. He asks who he is.

Katappa calls him the son of Bahubali and the balm of bhabhi, the death of Bhallaldev and the vengeance of Gauri.

"You are no god, child," Gauri says, loud enough that they all hear her but keeps her tone soft for this ignorant boy who has the legacy of a divine man on his shoulders. She uses the boulder to stand up on shaky feet. "You are the rightful King." Her eyes flash towards Bahu's sword. "The god they know was the one who wielded the sword you're holding. Give it back, nephew. Kings cannot wield weapons of gods."

Gauri knows neither bhabhi nor Katappa liked her words. She doesn't care. Amrendra was her other half and while the boy is her nephew, no one can come close to her brother.

Mahendra looks at the sword in his hands and she wishes he understands that it's not just a weapon. It's a legacy that he will have to earn. And no one can earn the legacy of Amrendra. No one.

There's a sudden change in the crowd that distracts them.

"Lakshmi!"

It's a hallucination. It's a hallucination. It's a hallucination.

But it's not. He's moving, limping, towards her from a parted crowd. He's let his hair (now grey) grow longer and he's grown a beard. He's wearing saffron and the bow that Bahu ordered for him is in his hands.

It's a hallucination. It's a hallucination. It's a hallucination.

But it's not. He forwards his hands and asks,"May I embrace you, Lakshmi?" Gauri nods shakily, numb and startled. His hands feel the same on her waist even after years and he smells of home again.

"You're alive. You're alive." Gauri mumbles, almost nonsensically,"My beloved, you are alive. This isn't a dream?"

There's tears streaming down Bhairav's face and he shakes his head, cupping her face and wiping her own tears. Gauri stiffles her sobs.

When was the last time someone touch her tenderly?

"Bhairav?" Bhabhi and Katappa ask at the same time. Bhairav steps out of her arms but holds her hand, the burnt one, as he faces them. His hold on her is the only thing that is keeping her upstraight. Bhabhi has a smile on a face but the ache in her eyes is impossible to miss as she says,"You've been alive this whole time, Bhairav? Truly, brother?"

Bhairav bows his head. "Yes, bhabhi. I'm sorry I couldn't inform either of you nor could I rescue you in the past years. All of our attempts failed."

"It matters not," bhabhi says, still smiling,"All that matters is you're alive."

Bhabhi locks her gaze with Gauri and an understanding forms between them. Gauri has her husband but Mahadev took her daughter. Bhabhi has her son but not her husband.

A death for a life.

Mahendra walks towards her. "What is happening? What happened? You called me your nephew, aunt. Tell me the truth. Who am I? Who was my father?"

He kneels and places Amrendra's sword by Gauri's feet.

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( @ambidextrousarcher this shit was deleted, completely. I was so mad😭)

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Sai Pallavi on Film Companion

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sometimes i wonder if im even attracted to people then i remember Sai pallavi in Shyam Singha Roy

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Amaran (2024)

My parents took me out to the movies after an exhausting week of exams. I had no idea what were watching, knew nothing about who was starring and absolutely knew zilch about the plot. My mom just told me that she was sure that I'd like the movie very much. And I can tell you now, I liked the movie very much indeed.

The direction and the story-telling were just amazing. Mukund's and Indhu's story was so beautiful to watch. The way their relationship blossomed and how they fought through the hurdles was heart-warming. Knowing how the movie was going to end made all those scenes that much more precious, that much more meaningful. Of course I knew how the movie was going to end. It's a movie based on a soldier in the Indian Army. There was only one place this movie was going and I knew that really well.

Mukund was driven and passionate. His love for the army and his dedication towards serving the country, no matter what anyone else said was inspiring. There was none of that typical Indian film hero-worship, at least not too the extent where it was unrealistic. Whatever was portrayed in the movie in terms of the respect the soldiers had for Mukund, how his family treated him and how his in-laws treated him all did feel quite realistic. That being said, I felt as though the dialogue-writing in some places was just meh? There were many places where the dialogues were flat and just tweaking the words here and there may have made it more resounding? I don't know. That's just my non-expert opinion.

In terms of the acting, Sivakarthikeyan did an okay job. It wasn't spectacular or anything. I've seen other actors emote better. But, he did play his role well. It was nice to see him move away from his comfort comedic-acting to a more serious one such as this. This must have been such a great opportunity for him and I like the growth. Perhaps doing more of such movies will get him the exposure that he needs. His efforts have to appreciated.

Sai Pallavi on the other hand, man, what an actress! She was just so damn spectacular in this film. Every scene that she was in was just such a pleasure to watch. This woman knows how to EXPRESS. She knows how to EMOTE. I laughed with her, I became excited with her, and I cried with her. Honestly, her acting really did carry the movie a good distance. That scene in the bathroom, that scene with the phone call, those last few minutes of the movie, will forever live rent free in my head. She has done such an AMAZING job and I can't wait for her to win awards for her role in this film. She deserves it.

The fact that this movie is based on real-life events, makes it that much more heartbreaking. When the title of the film popped on to the screen, I already had an inkling as to how this movie was going to end. 'Amaran' means 'immortal'. And I can now see why they the named the movie so.

I am and will always be such a sucker for military movies.

Overall, 9.4/10

Docked a few points for the pain and anxiety this movie put me through.

100% would recommend. Will definitely watch again for the plot and for Sai Pallavi and for Sivakarthikeyan (he really is one of my favorite human beings)

I'm gonna go and get my hands on the book that was written about Mukund Varadarajan.

Watched On: 14/11/24

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My Fancasting for Live action Rapunzel I know it’s gonna be confusing as question if you want

if you don’t know already the Indian actress Id star for my fan cast Rapunzel live action would be the princess herself Sai Pallavi.

No this isn’t for the Disney casting I have different opinions in Disney’s castings but what I’m talking about if there was an Indian Remake in the one of the languages itself I’d like Sai pallavi to play Rapunzel because I feel like her Acting nature is perfect for the role.

And no it’s not because she’s light skinned

I’ll explain if I get more interest or I get bored

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We'll say hello again (Nevermind the chasm between us) 7

When she comes to, Gauri hears the voices first. It's Maa and uncle, maa is whispering-yelling and uncle is shouting.

"My son is feeling guilty for the inability of this girl to ride a simple animal!" Uncle snaps,"He hasn't spoken, he asks about her every hour! His birthday is ruined because of this attention seeking girl!"

"Whatever do you mean, husband?" Maa whisper yells at him, sounding just as furious,"Would my daughter want to fall and drown? Would any sane person? The lengths that your imagination goes to!"

She hears a clacking of shoes, and uncle speaks in a dead tone,"If she was so sane, why did she not get off the horse beforehand?"

"We have witnesses, including our son, who say that she was trying to get off when her horse lurched! Stop trying to make a little girl a villain, husband."

Uncle huffs. She doesn't hear more but the shoes clack again, this time going further. Maa's hand comes to Gauri's hair and her caress feels like home and acid all in one.

Does everyone really think that?

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The next time she wakes, her head is in someone's lap. Gauri is forced to open her eyes this time.

Bhalla.

She's in Bhalla's lap.

He's looking down at her in worry and surprise. "Bahu, get maa! She's awake."

"Gauri." Bahu sounds absolutely wrecked and when she looks over at her right, his eyes are red and his hair is a mess. He leans over and presses a kiss to Gauri's forehead.

Gauri smiles at him, tries to raise her hand to caress his face but the burning jolt of pain that sears through her makes her curse. Looking down, she notes the ugly bruise and the unnatural swelling at her right wrist.

Oh.

Bahu scrambles off the bed, presses a quick kiss to her knuckles and rushes out of the room.

"I'm so sorry, Gauri," Bhalla says, squeezing her left hand softly. "I did not intend for any of this to happen."

"It's not your fault, brother," she says, squeezing his hand back. "I'm sorry your birthday was ruined because of me."

He scowls at her. "Stop saying things like that, it's not your fault that your horse suddenly became a brat."

"So, it's not your fault, either." She says with finality. He doesn't reply and Gauri sighs, craning her neck to look at him. "Bhalla, brother. Trust me. Whatever happened to Ratan, isn't your fault."

"I insisted we go there."

"And I would do anything for you in a heartbeat." She releases his hand and raises her left hand to his face, caressing his uneven stubble,"You are my brother. You were happy to be in the forest, I know you were. I would gladly do everything and anything to keep you happy, Bhalla."

He leans down and kisses her forehead. "I love you," he says, sounding choked.

Gauri laughs,"I love you more."

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Her wrist is fractured. It will take three months to heal.

Bhalla is extremely angry— at Ratan, at Bhairavrath and at that foot soldier who scared Ratan worse.

They're in a small council room; their family, Bhairavrath and Katappa. The foot soldier has already been suspended from his job for a month. The liberal punishment makes her think it was her uncle's idea, with the way he is extremely relaxed and says the meeting is unnecessary.

"You have saved the life of the only princess of Mahishamati." Maa says, voice firm and clear,"You deserve a reward."

Bhairavrath bows his head as he's kneeling. "I have only done my duty towards my princess, Rajmata. It is unnecessary to reward me."

Bhairavrath spares her a glance and Gauri feels everything that he does. The reverence, the stricter amusement, the discomfort of the attention, the duty.

He is a weapon, Gauri thinks, breathless at her own epiphany. A beautiful, glided weapon, made with utmost care. Powerful, purposeful and dangerous— he is a trishul and Gauri wants nothing more than the power to wield his prowess.

He looks at her, head down and gaze upward— there's a gleam in his eyes and amusement and challenge sparks off of him in waves that Gauri can feel even at a distance.

The gratitude in her grows wings.

"Make him my sworn sword," she says, eyes never leaving Bhairavrath. "He has proved himself trustworthy and daring. He has the intelligence and loyalty." Finally, she looks at Maa. "There is no better reward."

Bahu raises his eyebrows,"You want to reward his momentary bravery with everlasting trust?"

Gauri smiles— a smile of teeth and arrogance. They don't see the importance he holds. None of them do.

"He saved my life, brother." Bhairavrath sucks in a breath at that,"He deserves such trust."

Bhalla scowls. "And what if he turns out to be a traitor?"

Gauri chuckles, the idea is absurd. "He won't." She's seen how much dedication he has towards his sword. If he puts his sword in her service, he's never going to dishonour her and never let her be dishonored.

If he is her sworn sword, she has every honour that he will give to his sword.

Maa looks at Bhairavrath in question.

He quickly bows his head again. "I am honoured beyond words at your command, my princess. I will do whatever you deem fit."

"It is decided then," Maa says. "Katappa, as the commander of the royal guard, you must teach him his duties and schedule. Gauri, coordinate your schedule with him. Draw up a contract. Bhairavrath, I trust you know the words to the oath?"

Bhairavrath nods. He rises from his position and walks towards the arm chair where Gauri is sitting and kneels in front of her. He places his sword at her feet. She distantly notes it is not of the quality that Katappa has but it gleams sharply.

"I, Bhairavrath Prabhu, swear on Mahadev, my blood and my sword, that I will always honour Princess Gauraangi Devi to the last of my days. I will protect you, serve you and perform every command you ask of me. I swear to protect your honour and person, I swear to kill and die in your stead. So I've sworn, and may Mahadev strike me dead if I stray from my oath."

Her heart beats wildly at his variation. He added her honour to his oath—it is not customary.

Gauri decides to break traditions as well.

She leans downward and swipes her left thumb across his blade and uses her blood to do a tilak on his forehead.

"I, Gauraangi Devi, swear on Mahadev, my blood and my sword that I shall always honour your oath. I will respect you as you deserve and I will never ask a task of you that will bring you scorn. You are my protector and sword, thus, I will be your defender and shield. You shall face no stigma under my service. So I've sworn, and may Mahadev strike me dead if I stray from my oath."

There are tears in Bhairavrath's eyes as he looks at her. "My princess," he says,"you did not need to—"

She nods at him, feeling the gazes of her family acutely on her,"I know. However, if every master swore to keep the dignity of their server, this world would be a more honourable place."

Gauri lifts her eyes to Katappa, who is looking at her with pride and tears in his eyes. Maa caresses Gauri's shoulder and gives her a proud smile.

"Rise, Bhairavrath."

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The next day, Gauri sits at the side of the courtyard to practise her sitar. She uses her left hand to play it and can play it well enough by putting it in her lap.

Bhairavrath is sparring with Bahu and Bhalla is again sparring with Katappa. Bahu seems intent on testing Bhairavrath.

Gauri shakes her head, intent to talk to her twin about his conduct with her sworn sword. He is protective of her, she knows, but his manners must never be amiss, especially in regards to someone she has sworn to shield. He knows that she is particular about her words— she will have to reiterate.

It's when she's almost finished with her practise that an arrow flies towards her, and Gauri ducks out of the way. Her eyes narrow at Bhalla and Bhairavrath— the previous culprits.

Bhalla raises his hands in surrender and glares towards Bhairavrath. Bhairavrath shrugs.

"The enemy will not wait for your hand to heal, my princess."

"Aren't you getting more audacious by the day, Bhairavrath?" Gauri asks him, amused by his bluntness as she somehow manages to put away the sitar and stand up. He ducks his head, fastidiously ignoring the way Bhalla and Bahu both are glaring at him.

Bahu opens his mouth and Gauri shoots him a look. He closes his mouth.

"I apologise if I've crossed my limits, my princess," Bhairavrath says passively as she nears him,"But you are a warrior as well. I pray that you never have to see a battlefield but if you do, no enemy will be kind to you because of an injury."

"What is your use if she has to fight battles?" Bahu asks, still scorned.

Gauri raises her eyebrows,"What is the use of Mama if you two have to train to fight?"

"We're princes, Gauri," Bhalla says while Bahu colours in embarrassment. "We must be prepared to fight. Who will fight for the King who doesn't enter the battlefield amongst them?"

Gauri counters,"And I am a princess, Bhalla. Who will fight for a Queen who doesn't enter the battlefield amongst them?"

Bhalla actually chuckles and a shimmer of fury burns in Gauri at his tone as he speaks,"You're going to go to some other place after being married, Gauri. And your husband will be responsible for battles. Mahishamati is a Kingdom, not a Queendom."

"Who cares about the rules of old ideas?" Gauri says,"Even if I don't rule this kingdom, I will rule some other. And I'm no damsel, waiting for a defence. Bhairavrath is no immortal. He will serve me for all his days, but I will not rely on only him for my protection."

Katappa nods. "Gauri is right here, Bhalla. She trains with you to fight because she is a warrior too. She is a princess and it is her duty to protect her people as much as it is yours. Not only Gauri but you two must also learn to fight with both hands."

Bhall lightly stomps on Gauri's foot. "Did you really need to do this?"

She elbows him, hard. "Yes, you brat."

"I will break your other hand."

"I will throw you off a cliff."

Before Bhalla can retort, Bahu shoves the two away from each other. "Children, please!"

Gauri spies a smile on Bhairavrath's face and rolls her eyes. "Since you had this brilliant idea, why don't you tell me how I suddenly use my non-dominant hand as proficiently as my dominant hand, Bhairavrath?"

He bows his head, that audacious smirk in place. "As my princess commands."

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They start with laathis. Gauri feels like a child but tries to grip a laathi as she would with her right hand. The grip feels wrong, even as she tries to balance it between her fingers. It's not the same, her fingers tremble at the weight of it and she feels pathetic.

It's only her and Bhairavrath in the courtyard for now, as the sun starts setting down. He seems to hold himself with ease and a burn of envy goes through Gauri.

He encourages her and Gauri tries to strike the grass doll as hard as she would with her right hand but her force isn't even enough to knock out the thing— while she would have previously wrecked it with one strike.

"Let's try again." He says, and comes at her right. "Look at my hand, princess." His left hand is holding the laathi as his right often holds his dagger. There's no awkwardness. He loosens his grip and tightens it again to show Gauri how his slender fingers grip the laathi.

"Take a deep breath, my princess. You are too worried about your performance." She raises her eyebrows at him incredulously but he doesn't seem to care, eyes on how she grips her laathi. She takes in a deep breath, forcing her shoulders to relax and her arm muscles loosen. "That's good. Now, do what you do with your right hand— same grip, same pressure."

"Oh, thank you, that is such great advice, Bhairavrath!" Gauri huffs sarcastically and hears his snort but doesn't pay attention to him as she adjusts her grip, the pressure on the laathi decreasing.

He raises his hand and she mimics the motion, feeling the trembling start in her finger tips again. "Focus on what you want to inflict, my princess," he says,"don't focus on what you feel."

Gauri nods and waits for another instruction.

"Hold your hand like that for as long as you can," he says,"but shift your legs, you are leaning too much on your right side."

She shifts. "Has anyone ever told you that you are a bad teacher?"

"As you are my first student; no, my princess." He snarks at her, that goddamn audacious smirk in place. Gauri rolls her eyes.

She lets her left arm fall down as he begins to feel it tremble as a whole. "I can't change my ways suddenly, Bhairavrath," she tells him as he puts away the laathis,"I'd have a better advantage if I had learnt it from childhood, but this sudden shift is throwing me off kilter."

Bhairavrath hums.

"Tell me, my princess, is there any task you do in which you particularly use your left hand more?"

"Sewing," she says, leaning against a wall, waiting on him. "I play the sitar with my left hand as well." She doesn't tell him, but she applies her kohl better with her left hand as well.

Bhairavrath hums as he returns to her side, keeping himself an arm's reach behind her as they begin to walk towards her rooms. "You weren't taught to give your right hand a preference in these activities, correct?" She nods, shooting a glance at him over her shoulder. "Your bias for your right hand leaves you feeling unable to fight with your left. You must first acknowledge that your left hand is just as capable as your right."

Gauri hummed. "Why don't you walk beside me, rather than behind me? I find conversations are more comfortable this way."

She stops and turns and he stops walking as well. His jaw locks in place. "I cannot breach my limits and walk beside you, my princess. I am meant to walk behind you."

"Let's strike a deal," she says, beginning to walk backwards. She knows the palace like the back of her hand, she can navigate the place blindfolded. Walking backwards is no big deal, but the way Bhairavrath's eyes widen, she knows she has made the impact she wanted to. "You will walk behind me when we are in company. When alone, you will walk with me." She sees Bhairavrath opening his mouth to protest and speaks over him. "It's that or I walk backwards while facing you in order to save my neck some cramps."

He nods reluctantly and Gauri waits for him to catch up to her. "No one has felt the need to make conversation with me before, my princess. I apologise if I was rude in any manner."

"Well, I like to converse with persons close to myself."

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Part 6

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