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Amarendra’s cute faces during the hunting scene
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Twisted Wonderland gives us all the Rook Hunt we want to see.。。。。。
BTW, I am a big fan of Baahubali.
Will this wish come true?

Mix Baahubali with rookvil😆 that's what I've been saying for the past 4 years‼️
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Anushka Shetty as Devasena in Baahubali 2 is peak Cinema . 👑⚡️🦢 ICONIC FOREVER ✨️
#anushka shetty#devasena#baahubali#baahubali2#indian cinema#tollywood#kollywood#mollywood#sandalwood#bollywood#indian movie#gifs
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Taking a rollcall. People still into Baahubali, Salaar, and RRR, please raise your hands! Tell me in the comments what fandoms you're still into
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you know what I miss rn? The niche desi fandoms that were hyperactive for a while and slowly fizzled out. So many friendships were born out of these fandoms. There three that were the most impactful out of these for me. So RIP Bahubali Fandom, RRR Fandom and Ponniyin Selvan Fandom. Also are y'all still sneaking out here?
#rrr#desiblr#bahubali#ponniyin selvan#jr ntr#ram charan#ps2#ps1#manirathnam#ss rajamouli#desi shit posting#desi stuff#desi tumblr#desi girl#desi culture#desi tag#desi aesthetic#desi things#bheem rrr#komaram bheem#baahubali#anushka shetty#kollywood#tollywood#fanfic#desi queer
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Kattappa: thank you for raising our lost hero, you made him a warrior
Sanga, who spent 25 years trying to get her son to stop climbing that damn mountain: ah yes... that is what I did.......
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#bollywood2#baahubali#anushka shetty#bollywood 2#bollywoodedit#indian#india#south indian#gifs#baahubali 2
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Baahubali 2: The Conclusion (2017)
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baahu really matched devasena’s freak
like yes he’s the softest and nicest guy but at the same time he’s insane when it comes to devasena
we talk about the head cutting scene but often forget that right before that scene we see that baahu lost his shit simply when he saw his wife in chains like he was just looking for a person to pounce on and a reason at that point and this was prior to him knowing about the attempted groping
posting because i saw a clip of the scene just now and ?? if looks could kill those chains would’ve melted instantly the way he was glaring at them and he’s literally never looked at anyone even kalakeya the way he was glaring at them lmao
perfectly matched the woman who survived 25 years of torture out of sheer spite and hatred for the man who killed her husband and fantasized about burning the guy alive and what he would scream like
in conclusion possessive power couple who make it other peoples problem amarsena
i need a fic where baahu survives and sees the way devasena got treated afterwards and goes batshit insane and kills a bunch of people where is it
that shot of amarendra baahubali in the climax behind mahendra as he stabs bhalla? baahu definitely manifested in that moment out of sheer rage i know that man was PISSED (also separate hc that may become its own post but the godly force driving mahendra’s actions was not shiva but amarendra’s spirit)
#baahubali#amarsena#devasena#bahubali#amarendra baahubali#ok i need to sleep#ghost amarendra fic when
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@salaarfanindia's historic tribal varadeva au inspired me to do this.
#I TRIED MY BEST OKAY? 🙏🏽😭#varadeva#baahubali#prithviraj sukumaran#salaar part 1 ceasefire#salaar#devaratha raisaar#varadha rajamannar#deva#varadha#urumi#prabhas
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The thing is, Avanthika was sexy as hell before the weird makeover. LET WOMEN BE FERAL AND COVERED IN MUD IN THE FOREST
^ just killed a man
If you see a damp, muddy, sweaty woman wearing stitched-together pieces of hide and you think you need to put MAKEUP and a DRESS on her THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU
JUSTICE FOR AVANTHIKA
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Reminder to the baahubali fandom
So like u know how when Devasena cuts of that one maniacs fingers?
And then they make her stand in court for treason and that dog is just there, spouting lies,
and then Baahu walks in....total silence
And then he intimidated that guy, goes against his king, his brother, his mother
he asks his girl, what happened.
She explains
then he goes
"You made a mistake Devasena", baahu says with barely controlled rage.
and Devasena's just confused and kind angry like, WHAT
and he just goes like, "when someone mistreats a girl, you don't cut of their fingers, YOU CUT OFF THEIR HEAD" and then SLICE, he chops his head off.
then like, Devasenas expressing right there, chefs kiss, like YEAAAAAAA OMG THATS WHAT HE DESERVS, MY HUSBAND IS SO RIGHTOUS.
think of what you want from a partner when you see this
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I think it’s long overdue that I made a
Salaar Masterlist.
Favorite Varadeva moments that solidified that they are each other’s number 1 and only.
The laying down on lap
The hug™
The no one should touch you
The raw chili powder (actually my favorite)
Going against Amma
Don’t touch, Aadhya vs Varadha
Varadeva comparison with other couple in movies
1. With kgf
2. With Baahubali (feat RRR)
3. With RRR n here, here, here
4. With Call me by your name
5. With Kadhal Desam
6. With Ugramm
7. Hombale literally made this
Metas
1. About the first kill
2. The rattling chains
3. Young Varadha and his worry
4. Young Deva and his vow
5. About the scars
6. Tenderest Scene with Poem
7. Varadha is actually really affectionate
8. Deva’s tears
9. Deva’s 2nd tears
10. Varadha being horny at the wrong time lol
11. Reading each other’s mind
Parallel scenes
1. The threat and The promise
2. Matching each other’s freak
3. About the bracelet
4. Raja Mannar vs Varadha
5. Hand feeding scene
6. Touching nose ring
7. Varadha looking at Deva
Silly metas and headcanons
1. Scene in chronological order
2. Varadha’s enemies
3. Mannar is a feline
Incorrect quote silly posts
1. Drunk scene, another version
2. Varadha as an emoji
3. Clueless Baachi
4. Failed Dirty talk
5. Deva getting Distracted
6. First deep conversation
Video edits and gifsets
3 generations mannars
Deva taking off his clothes
Prabhas’s hands
Varadha snatching waist
✨ Sparkle series
Young Varadeva separation
Deva being goofy
Shiva Mannar
Prithvi and Prabhas
What Prithvi said about Prabhas
What Prabhas said about Prithvi
Prithvi and Prabhas can’t stop touching each other and still pictures
Prabhas’s dead grip of prithvi whenever they took pics
Bonus Prashanth Favorite scene
Shruti about them lol
Funny coincidence about their join “Raju” name
The PPP
Fanfictions
Sit on my Lap
Put it in my mouth
Young Varadeva first meeting n here
Omegaverse headcanon
Bonus
1. Rudra and Ranga
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And many more I didn’t include because it’s just really silly posts lol you can just browse my blog with #Salaar tag to find everything.
I also have Discord n Community to discuss about all my favorite indian movies with the nice girlies if you want to join. 🥰👌
Please consider reblogging so it could reach more people 🙏
#salaar#varadeva#prithviraj sukumaran#prabhas#varadha rajamannar#devaratha raisaar#kgf#rrr#shruti haasan#Prashanth neel#deci cinema#indian movies#master list#ririsasy Salaar master list#war 2019#discord#baahubali
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TAMANNAAH Baahubali: The Beginning (2015) dir. S. S. Rajamouli
#baahubali#tamannaah#perioddramasource#onlyperioddramas#userjodie#usershreyu#useryoshi#usersakshi#baawri#moviegifs#usercharithra#singinprincess#userthing#filmtvcentral#dailyflicks#cinemapix#tollywoodedit#kollywoodedit#tamannaahedit#*ours
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I just realised, Varadha and Devasena have a lot of parallels. Apart from obviously falling in love with a vaguely Prabhas shaped human:
They both spend 25 years being tortured by family, waiting for someone who may as well not remember them/not know they exist/moved on/wont come back; they’re both promised by a heroic figure that they’d return one day to save them and the country; they both get limbs and heads chopped off in a court of law for their honour; they’re both fierce proud beautiful people surrounded by enemies who want to take them down; they’re both people who are clearly born to rule; they both sacrifice everything for love and spend years in hell for it.
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CHAPTER - I | BEAST OUT OF HIM
MASTERLIST
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The camp was alive with anticipation. Fires crackled, weapons were sharpened, and the warriors of Mahishmati prepared for the impending battle. The truth of Shivudu's lineage had sent shockwaves through the camp—he was Mahendra Baahubali, the true heir to the throne. For Shiya, this revelation had filled her with pride and determination. She had always known there was something special about her brother, but the weight of his destiny had taken even her by surprise.
Shiya, Sanga's daughter, was no trained warrior, but she was determined to stand with her brother and fight for the freedom of their people. She worked in silence, sharpening her arrows with precision. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions—loyalty, fear, and the burning need for justice. When she finished, she grabbed a jug and headed to the river to collect water for the journey.
The cool night air brushed against her skin, but it did little to calm her nerves. She was almost at the riverbank when something struck her from behind. Pain exploded in her head, and she crumpled to the ground, her vision darkening as she slipped into unconsciousness.
Shiya awoke in a cold, dark cell. The stone floor was damp beneath her, and a faint light filtered through a small barred window high above. She pushed herself up, wincing at the throbbing pain in her head. Panic set in as she realized her bow and arrows were gone, leaving her defenceless.
Her heart raced as she tried to piece together what had happened. She remembered the river, the sudden blow… and then nothing. Who had attacked her? Where was she?
Heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor outside her cell, each step sending a jolt of fear through her. The door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside, casting a long shadow in the dim light.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, his presence commanding and intimidating. Shiya squinted, trying to make out his features. Something about the way he held himself, the way the shadows played over his face, made her breath hitch. He seemed older, much older—perhaps even older than her father—but there was a dark, unsettling magnetism about him.
“Who are you?” she demanded, forcing her voice to remain steady.
The man chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “You don’t know who I am?” he asked a hint of amusement in his voice. “How intriguing. It’s been a long time since someone didn’t recognize me.”
Shiya frowned, confusion warring with the unease she felt. Something about his voice, his presence, made her pulse quicken in a way she didn’t want to acknowledge. She pushed the feeling aside, cursing herself for such thoughts. This man was her captor, a cruel figure in the shadows.
“I don’t care who you are,” she retorted, though her voice wavered slightly. “Let me go!”
He stepped closer, and Shiya instinctively backed away until her back pressed against the cold stone wall. Now that he was closer, she could see the hard lines of his face, the dark eyes that bore into her with unsettling intensity. His presence filled the small cell, suffocating and overwhelming.
“You should care,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, almost intimate whisper. “I am Bhallaladeva, the king of Mahishmati.”
Shiya’s breath caught in her throat. He is the one she heard from Kattappa, the tyrant who had brought Mahishmati to its knees, the one who killed Amerandra Baahubali, her brother's father. But standing so close to him, she couldn’t help but notice his sheer power. His broad shoulders and the dark, almost predatory glint in his eyes made her feel small and vulnerable in a way she had never felt before.
The thought sent a flush of heat through her, and she cursed herself silently. How could she feel anything but hatred for this man? How could she let herself be affected by him in any way?
“A true King would never have to announce himself as a King. And the one who does cannot be one. You are nothing but a cruel man who has brought so much pain to my people,” she managed to say, trying to focus on her anger, on the injustice that had been done.
Bhallaladeva’s smirk deepened, but there was something else in his gaze now—something almost like curiosity. “Your people?” he echoed mockingly. “You’re just a villager. You have no claim to Mahishmati.”
Shiya’s heart pounded in her chest, but she met his gaze with all the defiance she could muster. “My brother, Shivudu, has a claim. And I will fight for him, for our people.”
Bhallaladeva’s expression darkened, the amusement vanishing from his eyes. But she noticed a flicker of something else—was it a surprise? Intrigue? “Your brother is nothing,” he hissed, leaning in closer. “He may have the blood of Baahubali, but he will fall like the rest, Like his own bloody father, by my own hands.”
Shiya’s breath quickened as he drew nearer, his presence suffocating, yet… Something in his nearness made her heart race for reasons she didn’t want to admit. She shook her head, cursing herself for feeling anything other than hatred. This was Bhallaladeva, the man who had caused so much suffering, and she couldn’t allow herself to feel anything but hatred.
“We’ll see,” she whispered, her voice filled with resolve.
Bhallaladeva studied her for a long moment, his gaze searching her face. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes held a darkness that sent another shiver through her. His eyes turned to her lips, her plump and round lips inviting him, and his body sure did react to the cute little bird before him. He smirked at her.
“You’re brave,” he said finally, almost as if he were admitting it begrudgingly. “But bravery won’t save you.”
With that, he turned and left, the door slamming shut behind him, leaving Shiya alone once more in the darkness. She was shaken, not just by the encounter but by her reactions. How could she have let herself be affected by him, even for a moment? She clenched her fists, forcing the unwelcome feelings aside.
She had to escape, warn her brother, and fight for their people. The shadow of Bhallaladeva loomed large, but Shiya vowed that she would not let it consume her. She would stand strong for Shivudu, Sanga, and Mahishmati.
And no matter what, she would never forget the kind of man Bhallaladeva was, or so that she promised herself.
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Bhallaladeva sat on his throne, the weight of the crown heavy on his brow. Mahishmati had stood unchallenged for years, its power unrivalled, its king unbowed. He was waiting for his son Bhadra to return with that wretch Devasena, who got away with the help of some foolish boy.
One of his most loyal guards, Nandha, entered the throne room with sadness looming in his eyes. Bowing deeply, he awaited Bhallaladeva's acknowledgement before speaking.
"My King," Nandha began, his voice laced with sadness, "We have sad news: our Prince Bhadra has been beheaded" hearing this news, Bhallaldeva stood up with anger evident in his eyes.
"What are you saying? Who did it?" He is ready to have his way with the one who caused him and his son pain." Nandha explained everything that happened, bringing Bhallaldeva to his knees, and his father beside him was also angry about the news. But before Bhallaldeva ordered anything, Nandha interrupted as he revealed, "But we have captured something invaluable that will ensure our victory without a single drop of blood being shed."
Bhallaladeva's eyebrow arched in interest. The guard's confidence was intriguing. "Show me this prize you speak of," he commanded, rising from his throne. He wanted to see for himself what Nandha believed could be so valuable.
The guard led him through the palace's winding corridors and down into the cold, damp dungeons, where the crown's most dangerous enemies were kept. As they approached a particular cell, Nandha gestured towards it, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Inside, Bhallaladeva saw a young woman, no more than twenty years old, sprawled on the floor, her long hair fanned out around her like a dark halo. Despite the cell's dirt and grime, her youth and beauty were undeniable. Her face was peaceful in unconsciousness, but there was an undeniable strength in her features that caught his attention.
A smirk curled at the corner of Bhallaladeva’s lips as he turned to Nandha. "Explain."
Nandha straightened, eager to please. "My King, this girl is the sister of Shivudu—the very man who beheaded your son Bhadra. I overheard Kattappa's revelations to this boy—Shivudu is no other than Mahendra Baahubali, the son of your greatest enemy, Amarendra Baahubali."
Bhallaladeva’s eyes darkened with fury at the mention of Shivudu’s name. The wound of losing his son Bhadra was still fresh, and now, to learn that the one who killed him was Amarendra’s spawn filled him with a burning rage.
Nandha continued, sensing his master’s anger. "This girl was with the rebels, preparing to march against you. I seized the opportunity and captured her, knowing she would be the perfect leverage. With her in our grasp, Mahendra Baahubali will surrender without a fight."
Bhallaladeva’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. "You have done well, Nandha. Very well, indeed. Guard the gates, close off the kingdom. No one enters or leaves without my command. Let them come, let them try to breach Mahishmati. They will find nothing but death and despair."
Nandha bowed deeply, his chest swelling with pride at the king’s praise. "It shall be done, my King."
As Nandha left to carry out his orders, Bhallaladeva remained, his eyes fixed on the girl in the cell. The thought of using her as a pawn in his game brought him grim satisfaction. But something more about her stirred an emotion he couldn’t quite place.
Hours passed, and word reached Bhallaladeva that the girl was beginning to wake. He wasted no time returning to the dungeons, eager to see how this little bird would react when she realized who held her captive.
As he entered the cell, he saw her stirring, her eyes fluttering open. She pushed herself up slowly, disoriented, and Bhallaladeva watched with a dark, silent amusement as she took in her surroundings.
When she finally looked up and met his gaze, he saw the confusion in her eyes, the way she didn’t immediately recognize him. That made him pause, an unfamiliar feeling creeping over him—was it... shyness? He dismissed it quickly, but not before the thought had planted in his mind.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice steady despite the fear he knew she must be feeling.
Bhallaladeva chuckled, the sound reverberating through the small cell. “You don’t know who I am?” he replied, stepping closer, towering over her. “How intriguing. It’s been a long time since someone didn’t recognize me.”
She frowned, a flicker of defiance in her gaze that only intrigued him more. He had expected terror and submission, but this girl… was different. There was strength in her that drew him in despite the circumstances. He could feel his heartbeat quicken—a sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Let me go!” she demanded, though he could hear the tremor in her voice.
He leaned in, his eyes locking with hers, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “You should care who I am,” he said, a sinister edge to his tone. “I am Bhallaladeva, the king of Mahishmati.”
He watched as her eyes widened in realization, fear finally creeping into her expression. But along with that fear, there was something else—something in how she looked at him that made his chest tighten. Was it… attraction? The idea was absurd, yet he couldn’t deny how his blood heated under her gaze.
Despite himself, Bhallaladeva felt a flicker of something he hadn’t felt in years—an awareness of his power, not just as a ruler, but as a man. The thought made him smirk, but it also unsettled him. This girl was his prisoner, a tool to be used against his enemies. He couldn’t afford to be distracted by anything else.
But as he turned to leave, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was different from anyone he had ever encountered. She wasn’t just a pawn but a challenge he couldn’t wait to unravel.
For now, he would let her stew in her fear and uncertainty. But soon, he would return. And when he did, he would ensure that she understood exactly who held her life—and her brother's fate—in his hands.
Bhallaladeva left the cell, his mind racing with thoughts of the battle ahead and of the girl who had, for a fleeting moment, made him feel something other than the cold, unyielding rage that had defined him for so long. But whatever that feeling was, it would not deter him from his purpose.
Mahendra Baahubali would come for his sister. And when he did, Bhallaladeva would be ready.
The sun hung low in the sky as Mahendra Baahubali, Devasena, Kattappa, Avantika, and their loyal followers marched towards Mahishmati. Devasena carried the severed head of Bhadra, her face set in grim determination. The image of vengeance incarnate, she was ready to end the tyranny of Bhallaladeva once and for all. Mahendra, walking beside her, was the very image of his father, Amarendra Baahubali, the legendary warrior who had once protected these lands.
As they approached the gates of Mahishmati, Mahendra’s likeness to his father was undeniable—his strength, resolve, and gait mirrored the great Amarendra. Bhallaladeva, watching from the high walls of his palace, felt a shiver of unease. It was as if a ghost from his past was marching towards him, ready to exact retribution.
But that moment of unease quickly faded as Bhallaladeva’s lips curled into a dark, twisted smile. He had a card to play, one that would shatter the resolve of this army of rebels. He turned to his guard, his voice a low, commanding growl. “Bring the little bird here.”
A short while later, the heavy iron doors of the palace creaked open, and Shiya was dragged out, her hands and feet bound in heavy chains. Her once vibrant eyes now reflected fear and defiance as she was forced to the front of the balcony where Bhallaladeva stood. He reached out, gripping her long, dark hair, and yanked her forward, ensuring she was visible to those below.
The rebels came to an abrupt halt. Their eyes widened as they recognized Shiya, Mahendra Baahubali's sister, bound and at the mercy of their enemy. Devasena’s heart clenched, her warrior’s facade faltering momentarily as she saw the young woman in such a vulnerable state. Mahendra’s hands curled into fists, his anger seething beneath his calm exterior.
Bhallaladeva’s smirk widened as he leaned down, his face close to Shiya’s. The scent of her hair filled his senses, and he revelled in the power he held over her—and, by extension, over the army below. He nuzzled his nose against her hair, feeling the involuntary shiver that ran through her body. Despite her defiance, he could sense her fear and something else—something she was desperately trying to suppress.
Shiya cursed herself inwardly for the way her body reacted to his touch. This man was a monster, cruel and ruthless, and yet his proximity ignited a confusing mix of emotions within her. She bit her lip to stifle a gasp as his teeth grazed the delicate skin near her ear. Bhallaladeva smiled wickedly, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Take another step," Bhallaladeva’s voice boomed across the battlefield, "and you’ll be collecting your precious Shiya’s lifeless body." He tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head back slightly to expose her neck, a silent threat that chilled the blood of those watching.
The rebels stood frozen, their plan in tatters. Mahendra and Kattappa exchanged glances, the need for a new strategy clear. They couldn’t risk Shiya’s life, not when she was so vulnerable. This wasn’t just a battle of swords and strength—it was a battle of wills, and Bhallaladeva was forcing their hand.
Satisfied with their hesitation, Bhallaladeva pushed Shiya back towards the palace's interior. His hand found its way to her neck, his grip firm as he forced her to follow him inside. Shiya stumbled slightly, her heart pounding with fear and confusion. Her mind raced, searching for a way to escape and warn her brother, but Bhallaladeva’s hold was relentless.
As they disappeared from view, Bhallaladeva’s mind buzzed with the thrill of his victory. The look of terror in the eyes of his enemies was intoxicating, but the woman at his side—this unexpected and intriguing little bird—added a new dimension to his triumph.
Mahendra and the others watched helplessly as the palace doors closed behind them. The sight of Shiya in chains, at the mercy of Bhallaladeva, left a bitter taste in their mouths. They couldn’t afford to lose her but couldn’t rush in blindly.
"We need a new plan," Kattappa murmured, his voice heavy with the weight of their situation.
Mahendra nodded, his mind already racing through possibilities. They had come so far, but now faced a ruthless and cunning enemy. Bhallaladeva had shown them that this battle would not be won by strength alone.
But one thing was sure—Mahendra would not rest until his sister was safe and Bhallaladeva’s reign of terror was ended. No matter the cost.
***
Inside the palace, Bhallaladeva led Shiya deeper into the labyrinth of halls, his grip never loosening. Shiya’s heart pounded as she tried to steel herself against her overwhelming situation. She couldn’t afford to show weakness—not to him or the man who held her fate.
But as she walked, she could feel the weight of his gaze on her, how his presence filled the space around her, and it took everything to keep her composure.
Bhallaladeva’s mind was already working on how to use this situation to his advantage. The little bird at his side was more than just a captive—she was a weapon he intended to wield with precision. And perhaps, along the way, he would find out just how much power he held over her.
For now, though, he would savour the victory he had already claimed. The rebels were at his mercy, and with Shiya as his leverage, Mahishmati would remain unchallenged, its throne unshaken.
But in the back of his mind, the image of Mahendra Baahubali haunted him—a reminder that the ghost of Amarendra was still alive, and this war was far from over.
And as for Shiya, he couldn’t help but wonder—how long before she would break under the weight of his will? Or perhaps, just perhaps, would she be the one to challenge him in ways he had never anticipated?
Only time will tell.
***
After being pulled away from the balcony where Bhallaladeva had held her in his grip, Shiya was led back into the palace. But instead of returning to the cold, dark cell she had been thrown into earlier, she was taken to a lavish chamber. The sudden change in her surroundings caught her off guard—how could her circumstances shift so drastically in such a short period?
The chamber was adorned with luxurious silks and rich items, starkly contrasting to the grim cell she had been kept before. Before she could process the situation, an elderly woman with a kind smile entered the room.
"I am Bangara Amma," the woman introduced herself, her voice soft and soothing. "I’ve been instructed to take care of you."
Shiya narrowed her eyes, suspicion immediately rising. How could one man, Bhallaladeva, be so mercurial? One moment, he was a predator, lurking too close, making her feel things she loathed herself for, and the next, he seemed to want to treat her like some cherished possession.
Bangara Amma guided her to the bathhouse connected to the chamber. Shiya reluctantly followed, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. As she was bathed and dressed in luxurious silks that clung to her skin, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being a prisoner in golden chains. The richness of the attire did nothing to ease her discomfort; it only heightened her awareness of the strange, twisted game Bhallaladeva was playing.
Left alone in the chamber again, Shiya immediately began searching for a way out. The walls were thick, the windows high and unyielding, but as she scanned the floor, something caught her eye—a sharp nail, probably left behind by accident. She quickly grabbed it and hid it in her hair, a reassuring weapon in the face of her helplessness.
She moved to the balcony, briefly considering the idea of escaping by climbing down. But the height was dizzying, and she realized with a sinking feeling that it was impossible—there was no way to scale down with just a saree. Before she could think of another plan, footsteps echoed through the chamber. She stiffened, knowing exactly who it was.
She faced the outside, trying to ignore the growing tension in her body as Bhallaladeva’s presence loomed behind her. She could feel the heat of his body even before he spoke.
"Not planning to jump, are we?" Bhallaladeva’s voice was laced with amusement as he chuckled softly.
Shiya kept her eyes fixed on the view, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her fear. "What if I did?" she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
Bhallaladeva laughed, a deep, resonant sound that sent a shiver down her spine. He stepped closer until she could feel his breath on her neck, the proximity suffocating and intoxicating all at once. He was so close that the warmth of his body seemed to seep into hers, a sensation that made her knees weak. To her shame, a faint moan escaped her lips, but thankfully, it was too soft for him to hear.
"Well, we wouldn’t want anything to happen to my little bird, now would we?" he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his voice sending a jolt through her entire being. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she swallowed hard to maintain her composure.
"Why do you care?" Shiya managed to ask, turning her head slightly to look at him, though she regretted it immediately. His gaze was intense, almost predatory, and yet there was something else—something that made her pulse race even faster.
Bhallaladeva smirked, clearly enjoying her defiance. Despite the tremor in her voice, he could see that she was trying to stand her ground. His little bird was brave, even in her fear.
Without warning, he reached out, his hand wrapping lightly around her throat. He pulled her back against him, her body now fully pressed against his. Shiya gasped at the contact, the heat of his body radiating through the thin fabric of her saree, making her breath hitch.
His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path from her throat to her lips, the touch sending a shockwave of unwanted desire through her. Shiya’s knuckles turned white as she gripped the railing, her body betraying her mind’s refusal to acknowledge his effect on her.
"I care for what is mine," Bhallaladeva whispered, his voice dark and possessive. "And my little bird, everything that ventures into my kingdom belongs to me. That includes you."
Just as he loomed above her, merely away from her lips as his breath covered her face, causing her to tremble inside, a part of her wanted his lips on her and wanted to taste him and have his way with her.
With that, he released her, stepping back as if nothing had happened. But Shiya was left trembling, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her mind was a whirl of confusion and fear, her innocence tarnished by the dangerous man who now claimed her as his own.
As Bhallaladeva left the chamber, Shiya collapsed against the balcony railing, her heart pounding. What had she become in this short span of time? A prisoner? A pawn? Or something more twisted—something she didn’t even want to think about?
But what scares her is that her body and mind are trying to betray herself and others to be with him and have what she craves. HIM
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