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Butta Bomma

A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

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The Interesting Perspective

Synopsis: In the heart of Hyderabad, Y/n tends to her grandmother's antique store, a time capsule hiding stories of the past. Her routine is disrupted when she joins friends to watch the movie "Baahubali," a decision that is set to have an unremovable stain on her life.

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In the vibrant and bustling streets of Hyderabad, India, nestled amidst the chaos of modernity, there existed a quaint and almost forgotten treasure trove of history. It was a little antique store with an intriguing story of its own, now entrusted to the care of a young woman named Y/n. 

Each morning, the sun cast its gentle rays upon the old wooden door of the shop, signalling the beginning of another day. 

Y/n, with an air of quiet determination, unlocked the weathered door and stepped into a world frozen in time. The antique store, a relic itself, carried the weight of decades, its wooden beams groaning softly with age.

As the door swung open, a cloud of dust danced through the air, catching the soft glow of the morning light. Y/n took a moment to inhale the musty scent of history and nostalgia before she proceeded with her daily ritual.

Y/n's routine was as predictable as the sunrise. She gingerly dusted off the display cabinets, each one containing a piece of history that had been carefully preserved for generations.

Once the store was tidied up, Y/n took her place at the ornate wooden register. It was a perch from which she watched the world go by, albeit one that rarely saw any visitors. 

The store, hidden away in plain sight amidst the chaotic streets of Hyderabad, seemed to exist in its own tranquil bubble. Despite the city's ceaseless movement and vibrant energy, it was as if the shop was invisible to the outside world.

With the day's quietude embracing her, Y/n reached for a vintage novel, a companion she had grown fond of. The pages rustled softly as she lost herself in tales of bygone eras, immersing herself in the words on the pages. 

The store was once her grandmother's, and before that, her great-grandmother's, and before that her great-geart-grandmother's. No-one knew exactly how old it was, but it was a family relic that was passed down to Y/n.

Y/n had always been more inclined toward the pages of modern literature than the silver screen. In a world captivated by the magic of movies, she found her sanctuary in the written word. 

But as fate would have it, a new cinematic sensation swept across India, leaving a trail of fervour in its wake, bearing the name 'Bahubali.' 

It was as if a fever had taken hold of the nation, and fans had gone berserk over this cinematic marvel. People had lost their minds, raving about the epic storytelling and jaw-dropping visuals that this movie promised.

Y/n, ever the outlier in her circle, hadn't quite fathomed the craze.

Her friends, captivated by the Baahubali frenzy, hadn't understood how she remained immune to its charm.

They had pestered her relentlessly, urging her to give it a chance. Perhaps, they had thought, Y/n might just find a new love in the world of cinema.

“Come on, Y/n!!” 

“It’s really good!! We’ve already been to the movies three times this month purely because it was so good!”

“And we’ve had two movie nights where we watched the first and second movies together!”

Y/n grimaced, unsure of what to say.

“I don’t know, guys…”

“Ohh, please, Y/n!” They continued to persist, wearing down the girl.

“If it’s not as good as we promise, I swear on my life I’ll start reading that one book you told me to!” Y/n’s ears perked up at this comment as the others quickly joined in.

“In fact -  we all will!” The three girls looked at each other and began nodding in unison and urging Y/n. 

“Mmm…” Y/n’s face remained in deep thought.

“Y/n, if you come to watch the two movies with us, we all promise to immediately start reading the books.” One of the girls spoke up, finally, desperate to get her friend in front of the silver screen. Y/n craned her head to look past her friends at the deserted and empty shop. 

Y/n’s features softened and she looked at their eager faces. She let out a low sigh and looked at her friends, a smile starting to form on her lips.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt to leave the store unattended for one night,”

Finally, Y/n had relented, agreeing to accompany her friends to the movie theatre. She had been willing to set aside her literary pursuits for an evening if only to unravel the mystery of what had driven the entire nation into a state of euphoria.

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As the lights had dimmed and the colossal screen had flickered to life, Y/n's curiosity had mingled with a hint of scepticism. The opening scene had unfolded, and the grandeur of Bahubali had begun to unfurl before her eyes. 

She had watched in awe as the story had unfurled, the characters had come to life, and the visual spectacle had swept her into its embrace.

As the credits rolled and the applause of the audience resonated around her, Y/n understood why the nation had succumbed to Baahubali‘s enchantment.

Leaving the theatre, Y/n wore a smile that mirrored the newfound appreciation for the magic of movies. She might have been a devotee of modern literature, but in that moment, she had experienced the transformative enchantment of cinema. 

Y/n held a unique perspective on the characters.

Y/n possessed a deep respect for Bahubali, his qualities of honour, bravery, and selflessness impressed her. Bahubali had been a shining example of the qualities Y/n had admired most in people.

Even when it came to the character of Bhallaladeva, who had been universally despised by viewers, Y/n had found herself harbouring a different sentiment. Instead of hatred, she hadn't been able to help but pity him. 

Beneath the layers of villainy and treachery, she had glimpsed a tragic figure, consumed by ambition and insecurity, his actions driven by a thirst for approval.

While the general populace had harboured hatred and disgust for Bhallaladeva, she possessed a unique and empathetic viewpoint. Y/n had peered beneath the layers of cruelty and ambition, recognizing the tragic figure that Bhallaladeva had truly been.

In her eyes, Bhallaladeva hadn't been just a villain; he had been a product of his environment, a victim of his father's ruthless influence.

Y/n believed that if he had grown up in a different setting, devoid of the poisonous presence of his father, he could have evolved into a different, more compassionate person. 

“I can’t believe you feel sorry for Bhallaladeva, Y/n! He’s the ultimate villain!” Gowri, Y/n’s closest friend, argued as she sat across Y/n in the little coffee shop, as Y/n took a sip of her drink and continued looking down at the newspaper.

“Gowri, I know it’s hard to see, but there’s more to his character than just being a villain,” Y/n said, taking another sip, and making Gowri groan, her hazel locks swaying with her dramatic disdain.

“More to him? He’s a murderer, Y/n! He killed his own brother and lusted for his brother's wife, how can you pity someone like him!?” Gowri's grey eyes were full with a sense of determination to prove Bhallaladeva to be a vilian.

“Everyone’s a murderer in this movie, Gowri. Besides, I’m not condoning his actions, but just think about it. He grew up in a toxic environment with a father like Bijjaladeva. The constant pressure, the endless manipulation, the unhealthy influence…” Y/n shuddered, just thinking about what Bhalla likely grew up with.

“That’s no excuse for his treachery. He betrayed his family and his kingdom, he’s disgusting!” Gowri spat. Y/n sighed, finally placing her mug down on the table and laying her paper flat, looking up at Gowri.

"I get that, but I can't help but wonder if, under different circumstances... He might have turned out differently," Y/n said, softly, in a comforting voice. Gowri gaped at her, her mouth open and eyes wide.

"Are you serious? He's power-hungry and ruthless. He deserved the fate that came to him."

"It's just that the complexity of his character intrigues me. What if he felt trapped, burdened by the expectations placed upon him?" Y/n said thoughtfully, “What if he was feeling betrayed by his own mother? That everything that belonged to him was being shared with his cousin? Even that thought wouldn’t be his fault, it would be his father’s.”

"Y/n, he had a choice! He chose evil, plain and simple." Gowri said with a huff, crossing her arms.

"I'm not saying he didn't make terrible choices. It's just that I can't help but feel a sense of pity for someone who may have been a victim of his own circumstances." Y/n’s tone remained gentle.

"I can't believe you're defending him, Y/n," Gowri said in disbelief, shaking her head.

"I'm not defending him, Gowri. I'm just trying to understand. Stories like Baahubali make us question the complexities of human nature and the choices people make." Y/n said, calmly.

“Well, I still think he’s the worst.” Gowri childishly puffed out her cheeks and looked out of the window as Y/n lightly chuckled, shaking her head.

"And that's the beauty of storytelling. It sparks conversations and lets us see things from different angles." Y/n said with a clever smile, eyeing Gowri as she took another short sip of her drink.

Rather than hating Bhallaladeva, Bijjaladeva, the conniving and power-hungry uncle, had been the object of her disdain. Y/n had loathed him for his nefarious influence over his son, Bhallaladeva. 

The sick thoughts and twisted desires he had sown in Bhallaladeva’s mind for his own greed had been inexcusable.

Y/n's fascination didn't stop at the cinema. She had felt compelled to dive deeper into their psyche, to unravel the intricacies of Bhallaladeva and Bahubali’s dynamic, lives, and the forces that had shaped them.

This curiosity led Y/n to embark on a literary journey of her own. She had poured her thoughts, insights, and emotions into a twenty-thousand-word analytical essay, meticulously dissecting the characters and their intertwining destinies. 

Her essay had become a labour of love.

'If I were ever magically given the chance to change the fate of Bhallaladeva and assist him to tread a path of light and goodness, I would value the opportunity and do my best to secure him a good future.'

Little had she known that her writings would soon become more than just words on a page, as destiny had had a mysterious plan in store.

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇; Sivagami messed up real bad.

����𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Bhallaladeva x Manjari (OC)

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @mahi-wayy

Devasena huffed as she cradled her swollen belly and swiftly walked towards the Chambers where Bahubali; her Husband and the King of Mahishmati, and Bhallaladeva, her elder brother figure and Commander of Mahishmati's army were planning something.

Things had gone awry when Devasena had took her firm stand up in front of Sivagami Devi, angering the Queen Mother in front of Whole Court. It was surprising, though, to see that Bhallaladeva confessed he didn't wish to marry Devasena anymore, and that Bahubali can marry her.

It would have led to civil war, but Bhallaladeva confronted Sivagami Devi which hurt her sentiments and the big ego she was growing back then, and the woman had declared that Bahubali will be crowned King and Bhallaladeva as Commander, but it came with consequences.

Bijjaladeva disowned his son.

Not that anyone cared, though.

The change in Bhallaladeva surprised both Devasena; who felt he was a snobby arrogant manchild and Bahubali, who was just happy his older brother was back. The two were though confused that who caused this change, and the day they found the answer when the Annual Jagadambika Poojan for nine days started.

The temple amidst intricate carvings and an aura of oil lamps lit up with a rhythmic sound of drums when Bhallaladeva, the fierce and imposing Commander of the Mahishmati Armed Forces, reached the place to join in the auspicious Pooja. There would stand courtiers, priests and noblemen, watching with reverence as the life within the temple, that earthly representative of divine power, the culture surrounding the kingdom.

As Pooja began, his thoughts strayed from rituals and chants toward the grand hall's center where a dancer moved with an entrancing grace. She was Manjari, a dusky-skinned Priestess whose movements turned into poetry, her anklets chiming with every step. She was dressed in red and gold, eyes glittering with a fire that almost matched the flames dancing upon the torches that supported the temple; and so living for the spirit of the goddess she adored. Bhallaladeva, sedate and poised as always, was entranced by Manjari's dance.

He saw each movement unfold as an expression of love and mystery, leading him deep into a trance. Her dance was much more than an art; it was a prayer, a powerful invoking to command every soul there to pay attention. For Bhallaladeva, the man of war and strategy, hardened, it was a profoundly spiritual experience to watch Manjari's ethereal dance.

He was exposed to the emotion-wrenching look in her eyes, the soft yet powerful dance of her figure, and the way that the mere presence of a person seemed to command the space. Amidst the blowing of conch shells and rising smoke of incense, Bhallaladeva came to realize that he was not observing something; but rather he was entranced by thin threads of invisibility connecting him to the divine priestess who danced as if she was calling the gods themselves to bear testimony to her devotion.

Devasena and Bahubali, both were elated that Bhallaladeva loved someone, and even helped him most of the times. Manjari was a Devadasi, hence even Sivagami didn't oppose her coming to Palace to see Devasena as she was pregnant, since a Devadasi is considered auspicious.

But right now, the danger looming over Manjari's head was something which scared Devasena.

The Princess of Kunthala reached the heavy doors and took a deeo breath, commanding the doors to be opened. Once they did, the occupants of room lookes at her. "Devasena? What are you doing here?" Bahubali asked as he and Bhallaladeva ran to her, making her sit on a Couch. Randev, Bahubali's friend brought a tumbler of water and handed it to Devasena.

"Bhalla! You have to run to Shiva Temple right now! Manjari! She's in danger!" Devasena exclaimed, her eyes wide. "What are you saying Devasena? Why will Manjari be in danger?" Bhallaladeva asked. "Rajmata. She wants you to marry the Princess of Simhadhwaja, Princess Yagnika. One of the courtiers told her about you and Manjari, and she has sent Soldiers to.." Bhallaladeva ran out before she could complete her sentence.

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Manjari was all set to sleep when a shadow outside her hut in Temple sanctum, and the sound of footsteps made her sit straight. Manjari could feel the hammering of her heart in her chest as shadows appeared to move in the faintly lit corners of her room. Then came a whispery rustle of armor; metal faintly glinted, and into this darkness lurked the soldiers, their intent predatory.

Panic ran through her veins. She hastened, those fragile feet not making a sound on the cold marble floor as she slid by the door with her heart pounding with fear and instinct. That temple, once her safe haven, looked now like a trap closing in on her. She ran the maze of temple corridors, taking those ragged, shallow breaths. The soldiers pursued her mercilessly; their footsteps filled the air with an eerie echo of danger nipping at the heels of this poor woman running for life. Her sari fluttered behind her as a banner of defiance yet showed no clear path marked in front. Manjari darted her eyes to and fro searching around for her escape, but every turn took her deeper into the mazes.

Just as she thought she might find her way out, Manjari spun on her heel, the rush of fear fogging her vision, and crashed into something so immovable, so unyielding that it rooted her to the spot. She backpedaled, eyes wide with terror, but when she looked up again she was gazing into Bhallaladeva's face. His towering form filled her entire view, blocking her way out. His gaze, intensive and unreadable, locked onto hers, and the weight of her predicament settled heavily between them.

"Senapathi.." Manjari tearfully hugged him, as The soldiers behind her stopped short, freezing as they saw their doom in Bhallaladeva's eyes.

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Bhallaladeva's footsteps echoed down the corridors of the palace, hot with indignation. His mind was bubbling over with bitter memories as he moved towards the Shiva Temple to his mother, Sivagami Devi, who was blamed. The Mahishmati kingdom had made her the regal queen mother-words for herself there were law. But to Bhallaladeva, she was a dim silhouette—thick and stern, unforgiving and unsweet. Bhallaladeva recalled how he always wanted his mother's love, even when a child; instead, he would get cold stares and a sharp tongue. Everywhere around him, people went around speaking of his strength and valor, but Sivagami's gaze was always on some fault-finding issue that had never brought across a proud motherly warmth. As he clenched his fists, memories of his childhood rushing back into his mind.

He could still remember all the attempts he had made to win her favor—by mastering the skill of war, performing exceptionally well in his studies, or showcasing his mastery in fights. But all in vain. Sivagami always compared him to his cousin, Amarendra Baahubali, whom she loved like her very son.

Bhallaladeva silently witnessed her when she gushed about everything Baahubali did, offering him that maternal pride Bhallaladeva has always wanted but would never receive. Every smile she threw towards Baahubali felt like a knife twisting deeper into his heart as it reminds him of how he shall always be second in her eyes. Meanwhile, recalling the favours of Sivagami, Bhallaladeva ran toward the temple.

He recalled the day he was winning the fight in the ground, but she picked Baahubali, making known her decision that the throne would be bagged by him who served people best and not by him who sought power. The words had hurt him, and he recalled them every moment in his life.

He is not a son to her; on the contrary, he was a brutal man with an insatiable will to dominate, unbefitting the prince for which he had striven for his life. Bhallaladeva did not utter the pain, covering it with layers of ambitions and anger within him, and today the facade was crumbling apart. Before him was the temple, its massive structure jarringly contrasting the chaos within his soul.

Bhallaladeva's breath was laboured, his face screwed up in a snarl as he stormed up the steps, his eyes blazing with the fire of years-long pent-up resentment. This place, consecrated to the god of destruction, seemed apt for the storm that brewed inside him.

Today Bhallaladeva was not marching up to a temple; he was marching against the shackles of his whole life left untouched with scorn and negligence, every stride taken as a defiant act against the mother who never did see him for who he was.

Just as he turned in corner, a horrified Manjari ran into him. Looking in her eyes he realised how scared she was. Her dusky cheeks were red with all the crying, her eyes wide in fear and pain. Clutching her sari around her body, Manjari hugged him tightly. "Manjari, I'm here.. do not worry. Just... Close your eyes. You might not want to see." He said softly and Manjari nodded.

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Thunder cackled in sky as Sivagami Devi sat on her throne, Bahubali and Devasena sitting nearby. The two were concerned as they waited Bhallaladeva's arrival. Soon the thunder cackled aloud, flashing the corridor in which stood a man holding a sword.

Sivagami Devi looked up, a shiver running down her spine as a bloody sight of a furious Bhallaladeva, and noted the flutter of a plain Red saree behind him. Bhallaladeva moved and her eyes widened when she saw Manjari, her hair partition filled with red Sindoor as he grabbed her hand and pulled her in, the girl looking fearful.

"Mother, meet your daughter-in-law, Manjari." He grinned, a grin which scared the three. Sivagami looked appalled, her wide eyes on Manjari as she looked at her from head to toe, her anger returning. "Bhalla!? What is this!?" She screamed.

Sivagami Devi's voice was at once shrill with indignation and robust as she berated Bhallaladeva with a flare in her eyes. "How dare you go against me to marry that temple dancer, Manjari?" she yelled, her speech loaded with scorn. "I wanted you to marry Yagnika, the Princess of Simhadhwaja, and seal an alliance for Mahishmati!" Her voice was robust, but behind it lay a hollow frustration—Bhallaladeva had gone against her wishes again.

Bhallaaladeva snapped. Climbing to his feet, he shouted into her face, "All my life, I've been nothing but a pawn in your schemes!" His voice was shaking with all the anger he felt, festering over the years. "You cared not for what I wanted, only for what you were about- your ambition. I am done living under your shadow," he said, the bitterness in his words as he confronted a mother who would never see him past his utility.

He took a step forward, eyes blazing with defiance. "I love Manjari," he said, his voice carrying through tension. "She sees me for what I am, not what she can get from me. I married her because she is my choice, not yours. I won't let you dictate my life again." Bold, defiant-a challenge flung at the feet of the woman who had always controlled his fate.

And for one moment, she was left speechless by this tirade, losing all her expression. Bhallaladeva's defiance shattered all the rigid expectations she had always imposed upon the world around her and created a chasm between them that seemed impossible to bridge. She could see him not as the son she had shaped but for the first time ever the man he had become, driven by a love that defied her will.

Sivagami soon moulded her expressions back in the cold one as she stood up. "You also are going like someone who once defied me." Bahubali looked away at that.

"Do not blame Bahu, Mother." Bhallaladeva sneered. "Manjari came in my life way before Devasena came in Bahu's life. And I won't let you dictate my life anymore." Bhallaladeva said. Sivagami stared at them for a moment before fleeting her eyes at Manjari, and left.

"Bhalla, you scared us!" Devasena exclaimed as she waddled fastly towards them and hugged Manjari. "Oh dear, you are so scared. Come, I will take you to room so that you can rest." She said and Manjari numbly nodded, before going with Devasena.

Manjari glanced back at Bhallaladeva, her heart pounding as she took in his imposing figure, drenched in blood from the fierce battle he had fought to protect her. His fierce gaze softened as it met hers, revealing a rare tenderness and love in his eyes. Overwhelmed by the realization of her deep feelings for him, she blushed, her cheeks turning a deep crimson. She gave him a small, shy smile before turning away.

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It was still dark in the morning sky, even the fucking birds were asleep and Bhalla was waiting for his mother to arrive in the room where she has called him to talk about something. He really was tired of being the only one with the braincell in the circus affectionately known as the Mahishmati royalty.

He leans back against the wall, rubbing his face to brush off the sleep still heavy in his system.

This meeting was illogical, apparently Sivagami has something to discuss about the marriage proposal and while Bhalla was kind of looking forward to the marriage it didn't mean his mother suddenly could endanger lives of a people by sending them to wake him up after a night of listening to his father throwing drunk tantrums.

He almost killed the poor boy for knocking on his door, he hates getting up early. Bahubali was the sunshine, the early bird, he was happy in the darkness and comfort of night thank you very much.

Bhalla shuts up the internal monologue and straightens when the doors are pushed open and his mother walks in.

“Ma, what happened that you had to meet me at this hour?”

“You are aware that the proposal has been sent to Suryagarh right?”

“Yes mother, it has been four days if I remember correctly.”

“Which is the point of this meeting.”

Bhalla was a little confused, no he was not dumb to not understand his mother usually but Sivagami loved talking in circles which he did not feel like solving like four in the morning or something.

So he remained silent and waited for her to continue.

“It's been four days and we have yet to receive any reply from them. I don't appreciate this behaviour nor the fact that their princess doesn't seem to be in the capital or hurrying back according to my informers.”

Now, Bhallaladeva knew his mother had a tendency to be ridiculous, his whole family had it and he had understood and accepted the fact when he was like ten but this was beyond her usual behaviour.

Devsena really traumatised the woman with her behaviour and he finds it just a little amusing, just a little.

“Ma, maybe it's something important holding her up, maybe wait for a little while longer?”

He really wasn't feeling like going princess hunting, the preparations for his coronation were tiring enough but the look he received told him he had no say in the matter and she knew that he knew.

“Find her, if I find her reasons justified, maybe I will forgive her.”

Seriously, fuck his life.

“As you wish mother.”

He says before bowing his head and striding out of the room, this was NOT going to be fun, by evening he has information on where the princess was and just the name of the place sparked his curiosity.

The perfect princess of Suryagarh, the one everyone wanted was in Singhpuram. Interesting.

He doesn't give his mother the exact location but he does tell her he will be meeting the princess and make sure she understands the gravity of the situation or whatever, he zoned out a little when Sivagami was going on and on.

After that conversation, finally, after months of visiting the place, Bhallaladeva sets out for Singhpuram again, this time on a personal agenda one might say.

The place was as chaotic as he remembered, if not more, his eyes scanned his surroundings lazily. He was familiar with the ins and outs of the place, which happens when you are searching for a man all over the said place.

A over the top cheer from the wild crowd makes his ear ring for a solid minute before he hears it, the sound of footsteps just above him, along with the heavy anklets those feet most probably had wrapped around them.

But the shouts and absolute cheers around him made him lose track of it more easily than he would like he admit.

The disappointment didn't stay for much because soon enough, he could make out a female silhouette standing at top of a platform, she turned around and he almost spat out his drink in surpise.

Dressed in a light golden skirt which had slits to let her legs free, a matching fitting blouse, hair flowing wildly, face decorated with makeshift golden tattoos and art along with all kinds of hand jewellery decorating her hand which held the glass of alcohol she splashed around on the men surrounding her, was Mohini.

Yes, the oh so good and perfect princess was dancing in a damn bar and it amused the older Mahishmati prince a lot more than it should have offended him.

That was because of two reasons, one was plain interest, the sight in front of him clearly told-no screamed that Mohini was anything but the reputation that precedes her.

Second, he has noticed the dropping man not because the woman was ridiculously pretty, of course she was but it was because the said beauty has slit their throats.

He gulped the last of his drink before walking towards the crowd, he was an imposing figure which meant he easily either had people giving him way or he simply pushed them out of the way, as he made his way towards her.

Bhalla was good at reading people, he knew and loved that he had the ability because this very ability was the one who told him that the woman was purposely triggering the animals in the name of men around her.

The way her hips moved, the way she looked at the crowd, the way she merely existed in the moment would drive even the toughest of the saints crazy, he was just a man with a heart and functional pair of eyes.

Her next move made him chuckle out loud even if the crowd downed the noise. She drank from a glass and offered the same to a man, who drank it eagerly of course only for him to fall down. Now while everyone think it was her effect, Bhalladeva saw the man's face slowly blue, those plump lips coloured in red were covered in poison

He would have not admitted this for anyone else but for her, he does. Bhalladeva, the crown prince of Mahishmati, the future king of one of the most powerful kingdoms ever, was getting smitten to his last bone.

His thoughts break when she collides with him, her feet missing the edge of the stage and slipping down, right into him.

Bhalla's body acts before his mind, his hand coming to wrap around her waist, one of his legs stepping back to brace the impact and keep them both standing, her hands holding his shoulders, their chest pressing together and her lips colliding with his neck.

She pulls back from him in a second, flipping back her hair as the crowd roared around them before a sign of recognition crosses her eyes and she smirks.

The crowd chants her name as he lifts her up and sets her back on the raised stage, she doesn't spare him more than a glance before turning around, her skirt brushing his face and suddenly he wasn't sure if the sting in neck was from the poison or the death grip he knew the woman walking away from the all the eyes would have on him soon enough.

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Bhalladeva x reader!oc

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Warning : fluff.

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“We have to find a way to eliminate Bahubali!” Bijjalladeva almost shouted, while Bhalladeva looked down and sighed, nodded his head. “Today's meeting is over.” he ordered everyone. Bijjalladeva grunted and limped away, with his followers following him. Slowly his room got empty, with just him. He went to his balcony to clear his thoughts and get some fresh air.

He heard throat clearing noise and chuckled. He turned around to find his one and only Meethi. She had a mischievous smile with her hands on waist looking at him. “did you miss me? Ofcourse you did!” she ran and hugged Bhalladeva with all her might. Bhalla didn't complain, it's the thing he needed the most right now, especially after a conversation with father, cause what the fuck was that!

He buried his face in her neck, smelling his favourite scent, “ok! Cuddling later” she broke the hug and took him to his bed and pushed him. He looked at her confused, he still remembers how they for the first time. Meethi had just got a job in the royal palace, yes she is a normal worker, but she stole his heart his when she broke that vase of his, and gave back sticking it together messily, it is still kept in a corner of his room, what? He wants to remember how he met her.

She back with bowl mixing somthing together, “lay on pillow properly!” she ordered and he did, immediately. She climbed on him, she tched, but wiped her fingers on her choli, she took one small piece of thread and tied bhalla front hair, like coconut tree. After doing that she took that blow and started putting the mask she made for him.

“What is this?” he asked curiously, “this is besan, dahi, and haldi, for you.” she replied, her toung sticking out a little, concentrating while putting on the mask, while he just admired her. “But why are putting this on me?” he again, “oho! Baby you have so many questions! Look at you, you look so tanned! And tired too. that's why!” she completed. He smiled sweetly listening to her, only she can talk to him like this, no one else, no one else has the audacity to even question him.

“Done!” she exclaimed breaking him out his thoughts, “isse gora ho jaunga mein?” he asked looking at himself in the mirror beside the bed, Meethi who was beside him, putting the leftover on her face nodded, “give me, I will put it go for you.” he took the blow from her hand and started putting the mask on her face.

“Done!” he exclaimed after a while, they both fell on the bed looking at the celling to let the mask dry.

Bhalla who was bored took his index finger and took a little mask on it and tasted it. He immediately frowned his eyebrows and stuck his toung out of his mouth at the bitter taste, Meethi immediately slapped his bicep, “ew, why would you do that! It doesn't taste nice” she scolded, “could've told me earlier” he told with little anger in his voice, she looked at him with eyes, he immediately shut up and looked down, “i have ordered snacks from the kitchen! No need to eat the mask” she completed.

He nodded, but shot up, “what if they saw us like this!” he asked panicking, Meethi immediately shot up as well, “oh no, I didn't think about that!” suddenly they heard a knock and he immediately pushed her behind his bed to hide, he went dusted his hand and made a pocker face, and went to open the door.

He saw the dasi who holding the plate full of snacks, but she looked as if she has seen a ghost, he didn't pay any mind to her and dismissed her, she immediately went away, to talk to her friends about the new look of the prince Bhalladeva.

He closed the door and put the plate on the bed, Meethi came out her hiding spot and started laughing hysterically, "why are you laughing like a bull?” he asked nonchalantly, Meethi stops immediately, “says the one who looks like one!” she replied back, he rolled his eyes and turned around only his appearance in mirror, his eyes widened, “Oh lord!!” he almost shouted, Meethi again couldn't help but wheeze at his misery. “This is all because of you” he said almost stomping his foot on the ground like a child, “Oh my baby!” she said cooing him and dragging him to the bathroom to wash of the mask on his face, which was not completely dry but it didn't matter now.

Bhalla came after washing his face, and laid on the bed with a slight pout, soon Meethi came after cleaning herself up. She saw how bhalla was behaving, she climbed the bed and big spooned him. He tried to get out of grip but she tightly hugged him. Few mins later he turned around to see her still looking at him with a idiotic smile on her face. He didn't say anything and buried his face in face, mumbling something to himself.

“don't worry about that vimala, I will handle her later!” she said, gently caressing his hair, he nodded and hugged her. “i love you.” he mumbled.

“I love you too my dahi bhalla.” she completed kissing his forehead. Slowly sleep indulged them.

The snacks were still there on the bed getting cold.

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I don't know what I just wrote but this is something came in my mind at 3 am in the morning. And also this slightly inspired by hehe- @mayakimayahai. I don't know after the conversation with her, gave this idea.

@tumharisakhi @ahamasmiyodhah @mayakimayahai @warnermeadowsgirl @ranisingsnew @mahi-wayy @ranisingnewyetagian .

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The way I choked on water-

CHAPTER - I | BEAST OUT OF HIM

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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.

***

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

TO BE CONTINUED

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jagadeka veerudu athiloka sundari - bhallaladeva

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title translation- universal hero and the otherworldly beauty

pairing - bhallaladeva x oc

warnings - none

(helloooooo, came back to write after a long long time, how've you guys been? my stupid friend @bluecookies-and-ink requested this and wanted to read, and who am I to deny? this is a new attempt for me, I think, so I might screw up please forgive me. and, a heads up, this particular version has a fantasy angle too, so enjoy! feedback is greatly appreciated, toodaloo! -Juhi <3)

Bhallaladeva watched as the entire kingdom of Mahishmati went up in flames, riots and screams of the people all around the palace as they mourned the loss of his brother, Bahubali. His younger brother, the cousin who ruined his life, who stole the kingdom, his mother’s love, the people and the woman he desired. 

His grip on the dagger in his hands grew tighter as his guards struggled to contain the hysteria outside, his anger threatening to erupt any second. Devasena screamed at him as she got dragged away, cursing and promising that he would never be happy as he killed her husband. Bhalla wanted to scoff at that; it’s as if he was ever really happy.

His father, Bijjaladeva scowled as Kattappa was brought back, thrown at the feet of the throne. Kattappa looked up, bruised and defeated as Bijjaladeva scowled harder.

“Don’t tell me Kattappa, you actually thought that Sivagami or that vermin would survive? You’re a slave to the throne, to Bhalla, never forget.”

Kattappa sighed, the weight of losing his Bahu heavy on his heart, and stood up. He bowed wordlessly to the throne, to the man sat on it, and walked out of the room, leaving Bhalla and his father all alone. Bhalla watched him leave and stood up, walking out to the balcony. The people were not as loud as before, although they were still crying, the fires that had started because of the riots had gone down, and the Sun began to rise.

Bijjaladeva turned to the guards and beckoned them forward, his eyes going back to his son standing outside soundlessly. “Make sure every single sound made by those infidels is snubbed by the Sun setting today. It’s a new day and my son shall rule gloriously, right Bhalla?”

Bhalla stood and watched his kingdom roar, his hands shaking by his sides. He would rule, and he would be the only one ruling.

— — 

Mahishmati had a lot of neighbours, including Kuntala which produced the princess Devasena. Kuntala was a small kingdom but was mighty in its own accord, full of fine warriors. The news of Devasena’s husband dying in a battle and the princess herself vanishing with her child, and the sudden death of the Queen mother of Mahishmati spread like wildfire amongst all of Mahishmati’s neighbours.

They knew the truth, but wouldn’t dare to speak up in fear of Bhallaladeva and his ruthless reign. And so everyone silently accepted Bhallaladeva as their emperor and let him take over their mighty but smaller kingdoms, because they all wanted to live.

Everyone, that is, except for the kingdom of Sundarsi. 

Sundarsi was not as big as Mahishmati, but was a fierce and formidable hermit kingdom that few dared to venture into. No one knew a lot about Sundarsi, but they knew enough to not step close to them. And Bijjaladeva knew this, and understood that a kingdom of their value under Mahishmati would change the course of Mahishmati and his son’s legacy.

He watched as his son ruled over Mahishmati and the neighbours royally for months and his patience began to dwindle, Bhalla’s loneliness irking him.

“Bhalla,” he tried once again as they sat together, feasting, “how long will you be alone? This empire of yours needs an Empress too, not just you as a mighty ruler. They need to see someone beside you as a piece of decoration at least.”

“They could’ve seen Devasena.” Bhalla murmured, not looking up at him while Bijjaladeva fumed. “Devasena is in our prison locked and tortured, and has been so for months! Are you still going to keep thinking about that bitch?” 

He took a deep breath and steadied himself, turning to look at the guards, Kattappa standing in front of them. “Hey Kattappa, don’t you think this kingdom requires a Queen?” Kattappa just nodded, head still down. “Yes, sire.”

Bhallaladeva rolled his eyes, standing up to walk out, but paused near Kattappa. “You really think this palace needs another woman in it after what happened to the Queen Mother and your Bahu’s wife?” Kattappa finally looked up at him and sighed. “I can’t be sure, Your Majesty. A lot could happen with the arrival of a Queen to the empire, but I can’t think of anyone worthy from the kingdoms you’ve conquered.”

Bijjaladeva clapped and nodded, rushing towards them. “Of course none of those kingdoms are worthy enough to produce a Queen for our throne, but you know who is? Sundarsi and their young princess, Aarya.”

Kattappa frowned, lowering his head. “Pardon me, but Sundarsi is just not any ordinary kingdom, Your Majesty. We don’t even know-” “Then get to know, Kattappa.” Bijjaladeva interrupted, dismissively waving his hand. “Get to know all you can about that not-any-ordinary kingdom, and let us know. We should know more about our next conquest, shouldn’t we?” 

They all turned to Bhalla, as he stood silently. His father eagerly nudged him and he shrugged, nodding before he turned and stormed off. Kattappa bowed once and walked out with a few other soldiers, leaving Bijjaladeva alone. He chuckled to himself, sauntering back to the table and grabbing a glass of wine. 

“Soon,” he murmured, drinking the wine wolfishly. “Soon that mysterious kingdom will be ours too. You just wait and watch, Princess Aarya.”

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Sita's Box

RRR

(Alluri Ramaraju x reader)

NSFW

SFW

Sangam Tera part 2

7 minutes

tera rasta chhodun na

piya ji ke desh mein

dhokadadhi

aaj ibaadat

sajda

tera aadi ho gaya

barfaani raatein

diwali

Nadi kinaare

Series

raghuvan, teri raah nihaare (completed) with @dumdaradumdaradum

when Ram returned home after years of study, he didn't expect such chaos to fall. What will happen when an educated man betrothed to another falls in love with the owner of a brothel? - Ram x oc, akhtar x oc, bhansali!au (almost)

radha

Ram and his wife adopts a daughter under unfavorable circumstances, how will their life turn out now? - Ram x reader, oneshots

bandook meri layla with @rambheemlove

RRR au, where Ramaraju is assigned a case where he finds out who caused the RC organization art expo bomb blast and exactly why was one of the top trader of arms in India was present there. - Ram x mafia!oc, Akhtar x Jenny

Tumhe jo maine dekha (completed) (nsfw)

Ram sir, were your theatre professor in uni. Far away from your city, you found the best college to take admission somewhere foreign to you, but he was one hell of a support. And something more. - Prof!Ram x Stu!reader

Accha Lagta Hai

a short series of Ram and Y/n's domestic life - RRR au, Ram x reader

Other Woman (completed)

Ram was the best husband. The most caring and wholesome, and no one could love you more than him. There is no way he will leave you, right?- RRR au, Ram x reader, cheating fic

Rasiya (completed) (nsfw)

It wasn't like you weren't getting any action, but you always felt that Ram held back so he does not hurt you. Maybe this potion Jenny got you will help in some way?- RRR!Ram x fem! Wife! Reader, Aphrodisiac fic

Rangrez (ongoing)

Alluri Sitaramaraju, crosses paths with Kainat, a woman with a mysterious past. They gradually uncover each other's hidden pasts, discovering that both have been deeply involved in the struggle for freedom- for or against? Heeramandi(oc) x RRR(Ram)

Randomayan

how i picture y/n in my fics (rrr)

dekha tha

hanahaki

dhivara (amrendra bahubali x reader)

chot (kala bhairav from magadheera x reader)

KGF

Fanart

Drunk convos

Gun

[yugantaram]

I’m Siri.

I’m here to write a fic.

My fandoms are : ToG, ACoTaR, Harry Potter (obviously), Shades of magic series, His Dark Materials... Bahubali, marvel movies,

These are more like the fics that are on hold.

1) Sanga x Sivagami

I started this in November last year 😂To tell you more about it.. it’s Sanga and sivagami’s interaction had sivagami survived the flooded jeevanadhi.

2) Roman Whitethorn x Aelin Whitethorn-Galathynius

I love them. If you don’t know them they are the lead in Throne of Glass series by Sarah. J. Maas. The fic I started is ancient 😂. I wanted to see how they’d discover Aelin’s pregnancy.

3) Bhalla x Mallika (oc)

It’s something I’ve thought a lot about. I have just begun writing it. Mallika is an original character that I envision as Bhalla and Baahu’s maradalu. She is present throughout the original story and she marries Bhalla. I just deviate a little though the original to accommodate this fiery princess.

[allari-ammayi]

PLEASEEE I NEEEED PART 2 TO THE BHALLA FIC RN 🙌🙌🙌

Wife | Pt.2 《Bharya》B. Deva

☆Bhallaladeva x Fem! OC☆

Synopsis: Pooja and Bhallaladeva have been married for three months, but after their wedding ceremony came to an end, Pooja hasn't seen him or heard of him since. It's not like she's his first wife she likely won't be his last- is what she thinks. But when Bhallaladeva sends a servant to summon Pooja to his quarters late one night, Pooja hopes to fulfil their unstarted martial duties, instead, Bhalla requests that Pooja do something else for him. Something Pooja never expected to hear from the ruthless king of Mahismati. 《Pt. 2, 2.4k Words》

Note: There will probably be maybe two more parts to this story lol. This is the OC version of this fic. If you would like to read the Y/n version, it will be available on my Y/n masterlist page! ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 》 By interacting with my works or posts, you agree to be exposed to my content and are confirming that you are willingly reading my writing!!

She stepped inside and gulped. His room was kind of how she imagined it. It was wide, grand, open and nothing like hers. Pooja’s room was grand too, of course, being one of the wives of the king, but compared to the king’s room, it felt like a children's play area.

Pooja stepped forward, examining every inch of the room, her anklets making music with every step she took. But the most important question lay unanswered. Where was Bhalla? The main reason Pooja traveled halfway across the palace at one in the morning for?

Pooja crossed her arms behind her and looked around, admiring the portraits and the statues. They were portraits of him, one of his mother, and of previous kings. But none of his brother or any of his wives.

But one particular portrait caught her eyes. Or rather, the fact that it was covered up with a massive velvet cloth.

What was Bhalla hiding under there?

Pooja stepped towards the portrait, her anklets notifying every other living thing nearby of her movement but right as she reached for the velvet cloth, the sound of a voice made her stomach drop.

“Here.” Said low, breathy voice. Pooja flinched, instantly drawing her hand away from the covered portrait and span around to face the source of the voice. What she saw made Pooja’s heart jump and her stomach summersault.

On his mighty grand bed, lay Bhalladeva.

The king.

The warrior.

The ruler.

Her husband.

Like his voice, Bhallaladeva was breathing heavily and fast, reaching an arm out for Pooja who was unsure of what to do.

Upon stepping closer to him, Pooja began getting worried. Bhalla’s face was covered in tiny droplets of sweat, his breathing was heavy and his chest rose and fell at an alarming rate.

Pooja gasped at the helpless form of the king and brought her hands to her lips.

“Your- Your Majesty-!” Pooja began, unsure of what to call him. Pooja’s use of ‘Your Majesty caused a tiny flinch to escape Bhalla’s body.

Should she acknowledge their marriage and the sacred thread tied around her neck by Bhalla and call him ‘Bhalla’?

Or was was more fitting to call him ‘Bhallaladeva’ to please his massive ego and not seem overly friendly?

Or was she supposed to be his quiet submissive wife and refer to him as his majesty?

Pooja gulped and quickly looked around while Bhalla continued breathing rapidly in a feverish way.

“Don’t- Don’t worry Your Majesty! I’ll-” With the way Bhalla flinched as she called him ‘Your Majesty’, Pooja was internally face-palming herself. Pooja hated how she kept stumbling over her words.

Way to make a great first impression, she thought as she slowly began panicking.

Pooja noticed how Bhalla could barely keep his eyes open as they kept drooping and he struggled to breath normally.

“I’ll call a healer-!” Just as Pooja turned around to sprint away to fetch a healer, Bhalla’s voice stopped her yet once again.

“No-!” He said. Pooja couldn’t tell if he was shouting or simply in pain because the moment she turned around, she saw him painfully clutching his heart while he winced in pain.

“But-”

“No. I don’t need a physician right now.” Bhalla said, his pain starting to worsen as he raked his fingers through his dark curly locks. Pooja gulped, unconvinced but not willing to disobey his Majesty’s orders.

“Then… Why was I summoned here, Your majesty?”

Bhalla pat the empty space next to him on the bed, confusing Pooja.

What did he want her to do? Clean the bed sheets? Dust it? Was the dust causing him to go all haywire like this?

Pooja, still confused, awkwardly moved towards the king and bent down. She looked at the king, who looked back at her before she looked down at the spot when he was patting.

Pooja began patting and sweeping aswell with her hand, brushing the non-existenct specks of dust off the edge of the bed, confidently.

When she finished, she looked at the king, hoping to see an impressed face at her brillinat cleaning abilities, only to be met with a confused look from the king.

“What’re you doing?” Bhalla croaked out.

“I was dusting.” Pooja replied, impressively. Bhalla’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“...Why?” Bhalla said, after a slow moment of consideration, seemingly forgetting his pain in the confusion.

“Because… Well, because Your Majesty-” Bhalla flinched ever so slightly as Pooja referred to him as ‘Your Majesty’, “-asked me to.” Pooja said, in a matter-of-fact tone, leaving Bhalla speechless. Bhalla’s lack of words left Pooja worried out of her mind.

Had she not cleaned enough? Or did she do it wrong?

Pooja was practically losing her mind over what Bhalla would do to her if she acted incorrectly.

Would he kill her? Posion her? Torutre her? Publically behead her?

Thoughts like those ran through Pooja’s mind and each thought was more treacherous than the one before. In the flurry of worry, Pooja stood up suddenly, knocking over a golden water goblet in the process and panicked further at the noise it made.

Bhalla was undisturbed by the goblet, he genuinely couldn’t care less about it. Instead, his energy was taken upp by a small smile gracing his lips at Pooja’s antics. The sound og the falling goblet masked the tiny chuckle that escaped Bhalla’s lips.

Suddenly, as if catching himself in a horrid act, Bhalla quickly wiped his smile right off, and replaced it with a simple calm face.

Pooja looked at the fallen ghoblet and back at Bhalla, misreading his calmness for anger.

“M-Maybe it would be best if I fetched a physician and left Your Majesty alone-” Pooja kept stumbling over her words, her voice clearly laced with tension and fear, and when she turned around suddenly, Bhalla’s voice stopped her once more.

“No.” He didn’t shout this time, he was calm as if suppressing his quick breath and his heavy voice. As if he was actually trying to be soft with her. As if she was a fragile little bird that he didn’t want to harm.

Pooja stopped and looked over at him, he was patting the empty spot next to him again.

“I meant stay with me,” He said, and under his moustach, Pooja failed to spot the tiniest and almost invisible smile curling at the corner of his lips, “Not- Not dust the bed,”

“Ohhh,” Pooja said, nodding her head slowly in understanding. She slowly and cautiously advanding towards the king and carefully sat next to his flat body.

“Stay with me.” Bhalla said, softly, allowing himself to close his eyes and he turned his head to feel Pooja’s touch through the fabric of her voni. “Just for a while…”

Pooja stiffened, having never expected something like this from the king. Bhalla’s voice made Pooja think it almost sounded like love, but she shook the thought off quickly. She remembered the words of the other wives.

Bhalla is incapable of love. Giving it or receiving it.

This wasn’t love, Pooja told herself, when another question popped up.

What happened to the king?

And another one.

Why did he need her to stay with him?

And another one, the one Pooja was most curious about.

Why her?

The answer to that question seemed simple. He wanted to see his latest wife, so he could cross it off on his to-do list and not bother about her ever again till her funeral. That was the only possible reason… Right?

Something in the back of Pooja’s mind told her that it wasn’t. Her curiosity getting a hold of her, Pooja gulped and let her first question out.

“Are- Are you okay?” Pooja mentally face-palmed at the way this question was phrased.

It seemed too formal and yet informal at the same time. How was that even possible!?

“Now I am,” Bhalla said, his voice musch less breathy like before, his chest raising and falling at a normal pace rather than rapidly like before. “Stay with me.” Bhalla’s soft voice and calm demenor, contrary to his previous aura, surprised Pooja.

It took her a few minutes to realise she was there to calm Bhalla down, but she was unsure how. She could just sit there like he said, till he fell asleep, but no.

Pooja could tell that Bhalla was still agitated, sure not as much as he was when she walked in, but he was still breathing pretty heavy and sweating like crazy.

Pooja looked around the room to see if there was anything she could use to help Bhalla and with each little thing she saw, the easier this task became. Now came time for execution.

Pooja looked down at her soft voni and without a second thought, ripped a large piece off.

She picked up the fallen goblet, filled it with water from the vase on the bed side table and dipped the ripped section of the voni into the water.

She gave it a good dunk, pulled it out and squeed the excess water out before she folded it up neatly and looked over at Bhalla. With a gulp and hesitant shaky hands, she wiped the sweat off his face with the cloth.

Bhalla practically melted into Pooja’s voni as he let out a sigh of relief as the cold water caressed his skin. Pooja gave the voni another dunk, squeezed it one more time and wiped only the top of Bhalla’s chest before she gave it one last dunk, squeezed and folded it and placed it on his forehead.

Carefully lifting herself off the bed, Pooja sprinted towards the nearest widow and with a great push, she opened it, letting the cool breeze open to cool Bhalla down. The rust on the windows told her that they hadn’t been opened in a long time.

Pooja ran back to Bhalla, who had stopped sweating but was still squirming around in unease. Pooja looked around to see if there was anything she could do to stop that and put an end to his uneasiness, till she came to a conclusion that there was only one thing she could do.

Show him a motherly kind of love.

Sure, Pooja was told that Bhalla couldn’t feel love, or so she thought, but it was worth a try. She sat back down, and after careful consideration, ran her fingers through Bhalla’s raven dark locks until she had a hold of his head. She scooped his head up and placed it on her lap.

Bhalla opened his eyes slightly to see what Pooja was doing, but when he heard her voice the very next second, he closed his eyes. Pooja closed her eyes and started humming a tune.

A tune that her mother sang to her as a kis. A tune that every mother likely sang to their kids. Pooja brushed Bhalla’s hair back and off his faceand remembered a lullaby.

“Lali, Lali, Lali Lali.” Pooja began, her nervous voice nowhere in sight, now replaced by a soft sing-song voice, “Vatapatrasayiki Varahala lali,” Bhalla closed his eyes fully now, his chest’s constantly movement slowling down with every word Pooja sang. “Rajivanetruniki ratanala lali.” Bhalla’s previously tense body softened down instantly like hard butter melting in the hot sun. “Lali, Lali, Lali, Lali,” Pooja carresed the side of Bhalla’s face as she sang the lullaby, his conciousness slowly drifting away with every verse she sang as he eventually returned to a peaceful slumber.

When Bhalla had fully gone back to sleep, Pooja carefully picked his head up, dragged over a pillow and gently placed him down. She saw his silk sheets flayed all over the bed and pulled them up before tucking him in as if he was just an innocnet little child, rather than the feared, ruthless leader of Mahismati.

When Bhalla was tucked in and peacefully sleeping away, Pooja looked down at his features and wondered what she was supposed to do now? Kiss him on the forehead and leave?

Maybe it was a bit too soon, she thought, considering this was the first time they even spoke to each other. But then again, she thought, she was his wife, and as a wife, kissing isn’t something to be neglected.

Impulsively, Pooja bent her head down and pecked Bhalla on the forehead before bringing her nails to her lips in shyness and spriting out of the room. Even if Bhalla was not fond of kisses, he wouldn’t know, he was asleep, Pooja told herself.

She carefully shut the doors to the room close to not wake him up and trotted off to her very own room, practically prancing, dancing, and skipping as she went, her excitement lighting up the cold dark hallways.

When Bhalla heard the doors to his room close shut, she slowly peeled his eyes open and looked up at the ceiling. Despite the windows being open and Pooja’s damp voni on his forehead, Bhalla’s face burnt like fire as he grazed his finger over the spot Pooja had kissed him.

Pooja hummed the tune of the lullaby to herself as she skipped through the hallways, her stomach unable to stay at ease with the butterflies eurpting through them.

Today was a good day, she thought, a productive one. She had talked to the king- or rather, her husband, for the first time. She sang him a lullaby and tucked him into bed.

Sometimes the simplest answers give the most effective results.

She even figured out what she would need to do from now one if she was ever called back.

Take his head into her lap, sing to him, calm him down and tuck him into bed.

Simple.

Though it seemed very unlikely that she would ever be called back.

But the voices of the other wives came into Pooja’s mind. The king never spoke to any of his wives unless it’s extremely important. He has no business with them and even if he does, he always only sends a servant.

This thought caused Pooja to stop and think.

True.

Why did the king need her if he never talked to his wives?

This unanswered questions left Pooja thinking about all the other unanswered questions.

Such as why was he the way he was when Pooja first entered the room?

Was it a medical condition?

Or was it the result of traumatic events in his past?

And if so, what exactly was that traumatic past?

Why did Bhalla need someone her to calm him down?

Why not one of his more experienced wives who knew more about him than she did?

And the most curious.

What lay behind the velvet cloth?

What was it a portrait of?

Or rather, who was it of?

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 》 @vijayasena

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[mahi-wayy]

𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 | ʙᴀʜᴜʙᴀʟɪ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : A. Bahubali x Fem!OCs x B. Deva

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ & ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ : Bahubali. @mayakimayahai @warnermeadowsgirl

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs : Bahubali and Bhallaladeva being bros, chaos, alcohol consumption, seduction, implied smut and an open ending.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 the prince duo of mahishmati encounter some beautiful mysterious women (Or) 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 catching saketa wasn't the first time Bhalladeva and Bahubali stepped in Singhpuram.

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

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“Can you explain why you are both a whole day late?”

Bahubali and Bhallaladeva were two of bravest and strongest men anyone can encounter but right now they both were just two sons obediently taking their mothers scolding like the good boys they were supposed to be.

Key word being supposed to, they have been both on assignment since past week. It was very simple: get in a disguise, tour the neighbouring areas and report back to their mother.

Simple right? yeah well you see they were supposed to arrive early mornings of yesterday but here they are arriving at dusk of today.

Bhalla can even feel his hair still wet from the hurried bath he has taken before joining his mother; his brother was a minute late.

“Answer me. Where were you?”

“Ma…”

Bahubali starts, his signature innocent look setting in his feature while Bhalla also lets the younger one take the lead.

“I swear we were planning on arriving yesterday but Bhalla was tired from the day.”

The said male clears his throat behind him and Bahu takes the hint immediately.

“I mean both of us were, so we took an overnight stay. It's not like we were running around with girls or something. We really were tired ma.”

Sivagami gives him an ‘I don't believe it’ look and Bahubali just makes an even more of a kicked puppy face, if possible.

“I know it was a lot more than just a simple overnight stay, something happened for sure otherwise there is no way you two would go straight to a bath instead of coming to me with your versions of an analysis.”

“Ma we were out for a week and-”

Bahubali shuts up immediately at the look he receives, he wasn't gonna fool her with this one.

“It's nothing ma, the place we stayed at had a bar and we both drank a bit and slept at the place close to the bar so we weren't exactly very fresh when we arrived. Not enough to present yourselves as princes of this empire.”

Bhalla swears he can feel the stars shooting from Bahu's eyes hitting him in the face but he doesn't let the mask crack as Sivagami remains ever so suspicious of them.

But before the next accusation came a guard interrupted them.

“Some women have came looking for the princes your majesty.”

The guard informs and it makes all three of them frown, women have come looking for them? Like it would have not been surprising if it was for Bahubali, the females following him had the same courage levels but Bhalladeva too? His type of girls weren't exactly good news but hey no judging, he just liked to play with danger.

Them mixing together won't end well. For anyone.

Sivagami gave them another nasty look before walking out, her gaze a clear order for them to follow her. It takes them less than five minutes to arrive where the females were.

The doors are pushed open in sync with the announcement of the three entering, Bhalla looks up to see the women only for his feet to freeze in place making his brother collide in his back before he peeked around him and spoke out before he even realised.

“Aarna?”

The first female turns, wearing a black blouse and wrapped in a red saree, hair open, eyes adorned with khol and jewellery decorating her figure as she waved at them.

“Kamini?”

Bhalla said making the second one stop fixing her hair and turn her head she was dressed in a much darker blue saree with a matching blouse, her khol and hair style matching with Aarna but wearing a lot of jewellery then the female.

“Greetings to the Mahishmati royalty.”

“Kaalika.”

Both the males said turning around simultaneously, to come face to face with a familiar blank eyes and perfect smile. Dressed in an all black look with dark leaning aura and minimal jewellery, her hair tied back.

“You know them?”

Sivagami's question doesn't receive answers as her son visibly experiences what she thinks to be flashbacks.

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“This will be a disaster.”

Bhalla was against the idea, staying the night in Singhpuram was literally an invitation for their mom to never let them hear the end of it and NOT in a good way.

“Can you please just calm down Bhalla, it's fine, we will make it till tomorrow morning chil.”

The older one just raised a brow.

“Okay fine afternoon, happy? I am not dropping the drinks for this, it's not like I feel like drinking very frequently anyways.”

With that he walks off to the drinks while Bhalla decides to just sit down and throw back his head and relax till his brother eventually passes out.

“Got a drink?”

He asked at the counter, the man turned around, gave him a once over and offered him a small glass. Interesting.

He knocks it off.

“A bigger one.”

The man looks him up and down again before another glass is offered bigger than the last one but that irritates him a little, so he knocks it off again.

“A little more? I'm a bit thirsty.”

The man offered him the whole jar this time and immediately pulled it back when he went to strike down too.

“You got the money?”

He pulls out the bag of coins, purposely moving it so the sound catches people's eyes before slamming it down.

The shop manager immediately went to take up the coins but stopped seeing the look on his face and stood back up, pulling at the rope revealing pots and pots of liquor.

“The drinks are on me.”

He shouts before picking up a bunch of marbles and throwing them towards the urban pots, breaking them easily and a shower of liquor was started.

All the men around him praise and thank him, he enjoys it, just a little. He does turn his head in his brother's direction only to receive a typical Bhalla being annoyed by Bahu look before the man covers his face with a cloth and goes back to trying to sleep.

“Sir…”

Bahubali turns his head when the man calling him taps his shoulder.

“...there is more than just liquor.”

And intrigues him even more, pushes the man out of his field on sight when a rope wrapped figure comes into view.

He drowns one of the glasses as the rope starts to unwrap and the first thing he sees are hand, soft gentle, jewellery clad three pairs of hands.

Next thing that comes into view are eyes, kohl lined, sharp and hypnotising, molten honey like three pairs of eyes.

The three girls all step put immediately and he gets only seconds to give them a once over. One was wearing a black blouse and deep maroon salwar with designs being in lighter shade of the same colour, one wore a blue blouse and yellowish and red salwar and the last one went with a grey blouse and black salwar with maroon design.

All wore silver jewellery with their hair tied up.

Hai Rat Mai Yeh Nasha Tera Tera

Dil Ko Tere Pyar Ne Ghera Ghera

It's starts of as dance between those three, a choreography that their bodies remembered well enough for it to be visible like this.

Hontho Se Hontho Pe Koi Nishani

Tu De Jaa De Jaa..

Mujh Se Hi Mujh Ko OOO Yaara Chura Ke

Tu Le jaa Le jaa..

He understands those gaze well enough, the raw desire and charm shining in them as the females trapped everyone around him into the beautiful illusion their dance was.

Manohari

Manohari

The first one to approach him when he slides down from the shoulders of the men holding him up was the one in blue, climbing up like a tree while the one with grey gets a hold of his hand and he twirls her in order to get her closer.

Maan Le Ye Man Le Teri Ki Baaton Ne Kiya

Bin Piye Mujhey Sharabi Re

He lets himself nose at the length of her neck while also feelinv another nose nuzzle in his own neck and a pair of hand around his abdomen and that just makes him smile.

Tu Hi Kholey Saarein

Taalein Sun Le Jaaney Jaana

Tu Hi Mere Dil Ki Chaabi Re

Bahubali chuckles under his breathe when he's first pulled by the blue one, getting tugged by the grey one and ends up landing in black one's arms before all three back him up and crowding his personal space.

Pyaalein Ye Tan Ke Aa

Peelu Mai Jam ke

Tu Mera Mera

The girls pull him again and his time he lets himself flow, first trailing his cheek up the grey's arm, then being pushed gently for his face to come in contact with the blue one's back, only then to be pushed towards the black one. His frame sliding from her shoulder and stopping at her waist.

Hai Rat Mai Yeh Nasha Tera Tera

Dil Ko Tere Pyar Ne Ghera Ghera

They continue to fool around before the black one breaks away from the small group, her feet taking her towards a familiar figure which only makes Bahu smirk and turn back to the rest two girls.

Kya Baaju Hai Tere

Mujhko Inme Jeena

Bhalla's eyes snap open for two reasons, the song being sung too close to him and the person climbing him up.It's a woman, very beautiful one at that and was all over him.

Jo Jaadu Hai Tujh Mai

Hoga Wo Kahi Na

He gets up to move away, pushing that lady away gently but he immediately gets tugged back to fall in his previous seat. He is barely catches her expression before she's turning and free falling on him, her arms reaching behind her to touch whatever part of him he reached.

Tu Hai Sehera Jaisa Mujhey

Tujh Mai Hi Kho Jaana

Maira Tu Ho Na Ho

Mujhey Tera Hi Ho Jana

She turns again, her face inches away from him, their breathe mixing together as she slides her thump on his lip, her hands tugging his face forward.

Mazey Le Le aaaaa

Only to press a liquor glass against his lips and let him go, joining back her girls dancing in th centre of the place.

Manohari

Manohari

Bahubali, while all this was happening, seems to have got a little more drunk and got the hold of the rope these three where originally wrapped in.

He swings it easily, taking off his hat, before throwing it aiming directly for the three waists he saw infront of him and succeeded while Bhalla drank on drink after another.

Pyar Ke Ye Teekhein Meethein

Teer Na Chala Re

Jaan Meri Jaan Maan jaa

The younger prince and the three dancers are wrapped in ropes, tightening them as close as humaly possible.

Pyaalein Ye Tan Ke Aa

Peelu Mai Jam ke

Tu Mera Mera

One pair of lips was tracing the base of his neck, another pair of lips is pressed against his pulse point and one pair of lips was trailing against his jaw before all of them are untangled with just one tug.

Hai Rat Mai Yeh Nasha Tera Tera

Dil Ko Tere Pyar Ne Ghera Ghera

Bhalladeva manages to catch two of them, the one with blue blouse and one with grey blouse, the one wil black one was wrapped around his brother.

It ends with the girls leanding them away from the crowd to a personal room, the one in black laying down on a bed first, followed up both the princes, the older one's lips coming to her neck and the younger ones teeth biting her kamarband and pulling in aside to pepper kisses.

The other joining them by pulling first the younger one away and having him shrug off his top while the other one takes it upon herself to get the older male free of his vest.

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“Bhalla!! Bahu!!”

Both the males come back to the present at their mother's booming voice.

“Where are you two lost? I asked how do you know them? Don't tell me you did some stupidity last night.”

They knew them yes, by face and lot of other things but seeing them here was beyond shocking.

They woke up in bed alone the following morning, cursing each other and the hangover headache with no signs of them. They would have forgotten them if not for that liquor shop owner to hand them a small note with their names scribbled on it and six rings.

That currently rested on three of each prince's fingers, feeling heavier than a bison.

While Bahu was having this monologue his brother decided to speak up.

“Ma, what are you saying!? Why would we ever?”

Bhalla was never more thankful for his gift of white lying like he was today.

“They are right your highness, we are just some dancers, they stayed at our place last night. Nothing more.”

Aarna answers and Bahu sees his end right infront of his eyes, with hands of his own mother. Wow.

“And by our place she means the place we practise, a old abandoned house in the small village not very far from the Mahishmati border. We usually don't let people stay like this because they mainly come from the bar nearby but they seemed tired and I recognized your elder son.”

Kaalika adds and Bahu almost falls from the relief, the lie was totally believable.

“Thank you for letting my sons a shelter but why have you come here?”

“They said you needed dancers for the court and some people to manage festivals.” Kamini speaks this time.

“We haven't been doing very well for some time now, all that you see on us now is the last of what we own, the nearby village kicked us out too. So we would be very greatful if Mahishmati can have some mercy on us.”

The way Aarna sounded almost had Bahu reach out for comfort if not for Bhalla knocking his hand off before it could rise properly.

Their mother seems to think for a while before answering.

“You three gave my sons shelter when they needed it so I will consider you however being a part of Mahishmati court in any form requires more than what meets the eye so you three have to prove your worth. For now you can stay in the extra quarters for the servants.”

The three females thank the older woman with joined hands and bowed hands before they walk out. The boys breathe a sigh of relief only for a shiver to run up their spines when Aarna and Kamini pass by them.

Aarna's hand trailing down Bhalla's back and Kamini's trailing up Bahu's as they walked past them. As for Kaalika she chooses to wink at them before turning and leaving with her girls.

Yeah they were totally screwed.

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Amrendra was really starting to contemplate his fate here, like how, literally how did he end up between women like this. In case of confusion, allow him to go five minutes back in the past.

The strength with which Devasena has hurled the spear at Ayudhina, he was pretty sure it will impale the female but nothing like that happened, for it got deflected by a single swing.

Once the water calmed down from all the movements, the uncrowned queen came into view and Bahu could feel his throat closing a little. 

There she stood, wet from head to toe, her armour has cracked from probably hitting a weapon placed under the water. Her hair sticking to her face a little. His eyes fall on the scar, it was redder than last night and it sends a chill down his spine, her eyebrows frowned in rage as she glared up at her opponent.

But that's not what surprised or scared the people around him, no, it was the sword she held in her right hand and the axe in her left, that were his weapons and no one touched his weapons. Not even Kattappa or his mother.

Yet there she was not only holding them but used them like they were her own.

He grits his teeth once he notices the familiar weapons, forcing himself to not do anything as she strides up the stairs, the woman really had a talent to exhaust his patience in record time. 

While he focuses on not lashing out, the figure beside him gears up for defence too. The females engage in another fight, like fire and water going to war yet again. The wild waves clashing with the roaring flames in a dance of destruction.

Everyone watches as the second round gets much more violent, Devasena manages to tear the cracking armour off the Chandresha queen, leaving her in her dhoti and a cloth wrapped around her chest. 

The soldiers are immediately dismissed and Kattappa himself looks away, Bahubali stays in his place though, frozen from the move Devasena just made, the woman really never thought things through when she was angry.

The retaliation comes quick and fast though, Ayudhina kicks her in direction of the big tree that looks over the training area, first slamming her against the stone slab that encircled it, cracking the armour Devasena wore before picking her up and slamming her in the tree trunk.

When the princess moves to counter, the steel shielding leaves her upper body as well, bringing her and Ayudhina on the same level, but something in his gut tells him the latter was much worse than the former when it came to playing dirty. 

He is proven right when Ayudhina knees the Kuntala princess in her gut and before impaling the excessive part of cloth that wrapped Devasena's chest to the tree with his axe. Leaving the female with no choice but to not move unless she wanted her dignity to tear to shreds right then and there.

Amrendra moves fast on his feet, stepping between his, stuck in place yet refusing to back down, lover and his, showing no signs of stopping, fiance. 

The blade of his own sword stops less than a inch away from his neck yet he doesn't flinch, neither does he blink when looking into the blank eyes of the supposed queen.

“That's quite enough I believe.” He said, his big frame shielding Devasena while the queen keeps the familiar blade in its place but he knew, for some very odd reason, that it won't slit his throat.

“Next time your love feels like fighting, tell her to maintain some ethics against the opponent. Your highness.”

She speaks before letting the sword go, he catches it on instinct just as she turns, her wet hair flipping in his face. An entourage of maids come in view, three of them taking over the task of shielding Devasena, wrapping a sarape around her upper body before he grabs the axe and pulls it off the cloth, the material expectedly tearing off in the process.

He turns away immediately, his gaze unconsciously falling in steps with the queen who walked past the groups of maids, ignoring their attempts to wrap her in a sarape too, choosing to enter the palace hall the way she was.

God really took his time choosing the women of his life.

Speaking of which it brings him to the present where he was practising his sword skills while thinking about the gathering he is slowly running late for. His mother has called him, Devasena and Ayudhina to talk about something.

How did he know the other two were invited too? He simply asked, there wasn't much he was denied in his home, ironic now he thinks about it but whatever.

He was contemplating lying about a headache or something because the way things were, it was inevitable as it is, lying about it would just get him an extra hour of rest but then he thinks about leaving all three of them to their own devices and he decides not to. For everyone's sake.

It takes him another thirty minutes to get ready and head towards the counsel room. He has barely made it to the room and he is dreading it by the way his stomach churns and he gets a urge to crack his knuckles.

Amrendra let's out a sharp breath, fixing his blue top, as the doors are pushed open and he steps inside.

The atmosphere all but slaps him in the face. Great.

Infront of him were three very similar yet very different women of his life. First was the one he was in love with. Dressed in a green sari, jewellery adorning her as she sat on one of the lavish chairs.

Second was the one who has taught him everything he ever knows, who brought him up. His mother was swinging back and forth on her swing, her eyes having that far off look she gets when she is thinkinh about something. One of her hands resting on her folded knee while other rested by her side.

The third one was the cause of this whole thing, he wasn't sure if would use a word as heavy as hate but he definitely did not like her. Ayudhina has chose to dress in a blue lehenga. Her eyes closed as she too leaned back in of the chairs, way more relaxed then the other two.

His gaze leaves her as quick as it landed on her, he wasn't interested in how she was looking anyways. Looking over the three, he sighs while taking a seat himself, when he realizes in horror that Devasena was unaware of the conversation of last night.

He says a silent prayer to lord Shiva before shifting in his place.

“So…”

Devasena speaks, her head turning to Sivagami who maintains silence, her brows frowning in tension.

“Our wedding is getting postponed.”

The voice breaks the silence, bringing three pair of eyes to the one who's own eyes remained closed. He notices, the way his mother's jaw tighten before she breathes through her nose and sighs.

He also makes it a point to ignore the galre Devasena throws his way. He will talk about this but not here, not right now.

“That is right, we have some more urgent matters to deal with.” His mother agrees surprisingly enough.

“What's wrong?” 

“Bandits and spies from my land have been seen in the kingdom, we can't marry in these circumstances.” Ayudhina speaks up this time, eyes finally opening as she straightens up.

“Last time I tried I got my groom's throat slit and the beautiful scar you all saw this morning. So until we get rid of them I don't think is safe, for anything let alone the wedding or your coronation, my prince.” 

Bahubali gives her a look which gets him a subtle shrug. He sighs for the nth time as he rubs his temples, the headache is here after all. He was just starting to soak in all this when his mother spoke up.

“As for you Devasena, what is your decision. Are you going to marry Bhallaladeva or leave for Kuntala?”

His head wips to the woman as the discussion comes to abrupt end when Devasena stands up following Sivagami's question and stomps out of the room.

“How dramatic.” 

He makes it a point to ignore Ayudhina and bows to his mother with a apologetic smile and follows his lover.

“Deva…Deva listen…DEVASENA!!” 

He yells yanking her to a stop with a gentle but firm grip on her arm, his eyes soften once he notices hurt more than anger in her eyes.

“What Devasena? What more do you have to say huh?” She pushes him back, freeing herself and he lets her.

“You said you'll talk to your mother. This is the result!? You were supposed to be marrying her in six days if not the issue that came up and I being asked if I want to marry your brother!? This is what you talked!?” 

Silence falls between them as she paces back before getting in his personal space.

“What is going on??”

This time he holds her more gently, his hands holding her with utmost care before he speaks in a soft voice.

“There is a lot more to the situation than known Deva but I am trying, I promise you Deva I will try to stop this wedding at any cost.” 

Their foreheads come to rest together as he tried to calm her down, the soft sound of her breath everything he could hear, matching with his heartbeat, until the sounds of anklets fell in them.

His eyes opened and the smile fell. He knows exactly who it is.

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“I love someone else.” 

He is pretty sure he has sounded this harsh and straightforward a handful of times, his whole focus right now was the woman refusing to break eye contact with him, the fact that Kattappa and his mother was still in the room was pretty much a blur in his mind.

“So you won't marry me? Is that what you're saying?”

Since she was so good at reading silence he decided to remain silent looking back at her with the same challenge he saw in her eyes.

“And here I thought you said he would never let your words down.”

The woman turns her body towards his mother, he can see her jaw clenching before she speaks.

“He will keep my word.”

“He just said he doesn't want to marry me, what brand of keeping words is this?”

Now that statement had no answer other than Sivagami giving him an enraged and disappointed look before looking away. Damn it.

“See in case I wasn't clear enough, I'm not the one who has anything to lose, I'm not even interested in marriage, this is just for survival. The one who has to lose is a kingdom with a population of lakhs. I have already lost my palace, yours however would be massacred, all because you had this crazy delusion that you have an obedient son who respected and loved you enough to keep your words but turns out you have no control over him whatsoever. Not going to lie I am starting to doubt if you even run this kingdo-”

“Enough!”

He yelled out louder than he anticipated but the way that woman was talking with a straight face and flat tone with undercurrents of mocking from the very beginning of this whole conversation has exhausted his patience.

“You're crossing more lines than you think, Maharani.”

She looks back at him with blank eyes and something tells him that the animated personality they have seen her portray till now was all an illusion,  an illusion casted by her to get them right where she wanted.

“I never said no, you just assumed it."

He has no idea what would happen but he is not going to let his mother hear these kinds of things, even if it cost him the woman he loved.

“My apologies, my prince. I misread your silence.”

Her body shifts to face his mother again before she continues.

“Apologies to you too, my queen.”

Good lord he never thought one person can sound so different in a span of seconds. The way her tone went from underlying provoking to totally blank had a chill running up his spine.

She curtsied lightly before walking out of the room and the sudden heaviness and pressure lifting off the room had him conscious of his staying on his feet and didn't fall back on the chair.

“So you love Devasena”

Nevermind, he slums down in the chair right behind him just as his mother sits down. He was beyond exhausted mentally, emotionally and physically but this conversation needs to happen.

“Ma-”

The way she raised her hand to cut him off really told him she wasn't happy with him at the moment. 

“She isn't suitable for you Bahu, the better you accept that the better.”

He licks his bottom lip, it's dry just like his throat right now, he knew that Devsena wasn't his mother's favourite exactly but that can't change the fact that he was in love with her.

“Ma, janta hun rajkumari ko aap naapasand karti hai isliye mere yogya nahi manti. Lekin mein prem karta hun unse aur hamesha karunga, is baat ko badala nahi jaa sakta. ”

With that he stands up bows in a good night greeting before walking out, he wants to faceplant in his bed now because tomorrow isn't going to be nice.

It was quiet. 

That was the first thing that the young prince noticed the next morning, the palace was too normal to have three such strong women staying in it, especially when neither of them seemed to like each other.

But seriously Bahubali thinks it has to do something to do with his stars or something, how else does one land up in a situation like where the only one even remotely ready to listen to anything was him and only him.

For now he just  sighs walking towards the training grounds so he can physically let some tension go when he runs into Kattappa.

“Suprabhat mama.”

He wishes the man in a tired voice only to receive a couple of strong pats on his back as they both walk side by side.

“You seem tired, couldn't sleep last night?” 

“Yeah, I just can't stop thinking.”

The older male gives him a sympathetic smile while squeezing his shoulder and he feels just a little better. It's good to know he isn't alone here.

The two chat up a little more before Kattappa notices some soldiers standing outside of the training area.

“Why are you all here? When you are suppose to be preparing for helping the prince in his training??” The general asks, his voice authoritative and commanding.

“We-um, the grounds are already occupied sir.”

“Occupied and by whom? Who dares to use the training area knowing very well the prince comes out to train at this hour?”

Kattappa gets his answer in the form of sword clanking sounds, they make their way towards the commotion, where Bahubali decided to contemplate his stars again when the people sparring turn out to be the two royal guests.

Ayudhina and Devasena were having it out right infront of them. Though dressed in similar training outfits of a dhoti and armor the females wielded two very different weapons. The latter was swinging her sword with both a practised and dangerous ease while the former's contol over the spear appears natural.

He hears the audible gasp from the soldiers behind him when the sword collides with the body of the spear after which Ayudhina kicks the Kuntal princess back.

Yeah he takes back the sparring part, they are out to hurt each other. 

Everyone watches as they get more and more intense with no idea of how this all even began, they were cleary not friendly, as they can see, in anyway to have this initiated as a friendly spar.

“Rajkumari…”

Kattappa's concerned voice brings him out of his head again and he looks infront to see Devsena dodge the spear by a hair length and he swears he has never heard his own heartbeat but right now he can.

This needs to end, they need to be broken away before a mishap takes place.

He steps forward to tell the girls to knock it off when the princess gains a upper hand and it freezes him in spot when Devsena first gets the hold of Ayudhina's spear, lands a blow from the back of her sword right to her gut and then uses all her force in elbowing the older woman before kicking her back.

The armor cracks under Devsena's force as her opponent falls back right into the water pool that usually kept the weapons hidden from sight.

“Next time you pick a fight make sure you're strong enough.”

He has never heard the princess speak like the way she just did, it made his stomach churn and not in good way. At all.

“That's enough.”

He says joining the princess by her side, his voice low and calm not letting his nerves show, he recieves a nod in answer.

The sound of water gives them the conformation that the supposed queen of Chandresha was alright too was alright too.

“One last shot.”

Before he could tell Devsena not to, the woman had already picked up the spear and launched towards the rising figure from the water.

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𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀 | ᴊᴀɪ ᴋᴜᴍᴀʀ

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 - 𝐈 | ᴠᴀʀᴀᴅʜᴀʀᴀᴊ ᴍᴀɴɴᴀᴀʀ

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐀 | ᴀ ʀᴀᴍᴀ ʀᴀᴊᴜ

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 | ᴄʜɪᴛᴛɪʙᴀʙᴜ

𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐍 | ᴀ. ʀᴀᴍᴀ ʀᴀᴊᴜ

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | ʙᴀɴᴛᴜ

𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐔𝐌 𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎 | ʀᴀɴᴀ ɴᴀɪᴅᴜ

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐔 | sɪᴅᴅʜᴀ

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐍 | ᴅᴀʏᴀ

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐓? | ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ sʜᴇᴋʜᴀʀ

𝐃𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐀 | ʙᴀʜᴜʙᴀʟɪ

𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 | ᴀ. ʙᴀʜᴜʙᴀʟɪ & ʙ. ᴅᴇᴠᴀ

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄 | ᴅᴀᴠɪᴅ ʙɪʟʟᴀ

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 | sɪᴅᴅʜᴀɴᴛ ɴᴀɴᴅᴀɴ sᴀᴀʜᴏ

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | ᴠᴀʀᴀᴅʜᴀʀᴀᴊ ᴍᴀɴɴᴀᴀʀ

𝐃𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐕𝐀

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐑

𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐀𝐑

𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘

𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀

𝐀. 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐔

𝐀𝐌𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐈

𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐀

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐀

𝐊𝐎𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐌

𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐇𝐎

𝐊𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐕𝐀

𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐌

𝐉𝐀𝐈

𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐀

𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐔

𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐈 (𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐔𝐃𝐔)

𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀

𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐍

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𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀

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“I will talk to her tonight."

He isn't sure what was the number of the times he has said this but it was definitely more than four. Devsena was a temperamental woman and a stubborn one at that too and his love unfortunately hasn't changed it. Yet.

“I gave you my word didn't I so please stop stressing and retire for the night. It's been a long day.” 

Her pacing back and forth like his is making his head spin which is quite uncomfortable very obviously. He has been trying to calm down the princess for the past two hours but to no avail.

“How can she make such a decision without even considering your choice?”

Okay it's getting a bit out of hand, it being his patience. 

“Listen to me princess, she is my mother I have never said no to her-”

“So you are going to marry that arrogant woman!?”

“Please let me complete.”

He is a little unsure if it came out as smooth as he wanted it because like he said he is very close to the end of his patience.

“I have never said no to her, that's what might have given her the confidence that I would marry queen Ayudhina. That being said she had not said no to me a lot too so let me please talk to her, I'm positive I can convince her to make some changes to the present arrangements.”

The royal princess glared at his way with her hands crossed in front of her and he was honestly considering walking out on her, as rude as it was he thinks it was still better than ending up yelling at her.

It didn't seem like either would happen because of the way Devesena's posture loosened and she sighed before looking back at him.

“I don't mean to be so all over the place but I'm just not comfortable with all this. I have loved you with all my heart and just the mere mention of you being someone else's husband just messed with my head. You get where I am coming from right?”

Her rant brought a mischievous smile to his face before he spoke in a teasing voice.

“Yeah it's called jealousy in normal language.” 

Amrendra saw the smack he received on his arm coming but he didn't move away because of course it wasn't a serious hit and that's what he gets for pulling her leg.

“I'm going to retire for the night like you said, you go talk to your mother okay?”

Finally, he won one battle.

“I will, have a good night princess.”

“You too.”

With that she walks off with her lady-in-waiting, he swears to lord Shiva he has never felt this sense of accomplishment before, even Kalkeyas were easier to deal with than women in his life.

Speaking of which he has to head the second battle, talking to his mother. May lord Shiva grant him strength to have this whole conversation with his mother.

Surprisingly enough Sivagami was not in her room, she was in the consultation chambers, why? he has zero guesses, not a single thing has gone his way today he is not even going to try and guess this.

The doors open to her stopping mid sentence, in conversation which she was having with a few ministers and Kattappa, to look over at him. 

He tilts his head and the woman nods in agreement, okay one thing went his way, dismissing all men except Kattappa.

“Ma ye vivah? ye sab kya hai?”

He really would like some answers so his head stops making all kinds of things up. 

“Hamari bhool aur use peda hui hamari majburi.”

That just confused him a LOT more than he already was. What kind of compulsion has brought Sivagami to the point she is agreeing to someone else's terms.

“Ma what happen-”

“I'll answer that.”

He recognizes the voice and very purposely doesn't turn to look when the doors open and the familiar anklet chimes announce Ayudhina's presence in the room, he does bow his head in a greeting to the royal presence of the woman.

“Greetings to you too, prince. I'll tell you what your mother did if you may.”

The silence in the room seemed like a yes to her because he continued just seconds later.

“I come from a kingdom called Chandresha, I know you all know about the kingdom but let me stil tell you. We are geographically right across Mahishmati and same in size and might. The only thing that separates our boards from being common is the dense forest and the river between us. Now for some very reasonable reason your mother decided to plant a spy in our nation, which is fine, it's a defence tactic many kingdoms do but yours turned out to be a little more impulsive.”

From the sounds of the anklet, Bahu can tell that she is walking back and forth. 

“My father and the king of Chandresha died a few weeks ago of poisoning and before you do it no need for empathy because he didn't have any of it anyways. So after his death the succession game began. I am his oldest and the only child from his first wife. Apart from me there were four brothers from two more wives.”

Why is he listening to all this again? Answers yes he wants answers.

“Now from what I have heard about you, excluding you my prince, men usually are brutes with close to no brain and so three of my brothers ended up dying in the fight for the throne. Now it's just me and the oldest son of my fathers second wife. Interesting thing about Chandresha is that it doesn't allow female rule, so my plan was to marry a simple minded brute and keep him as my puppet king but your spy ruined things.”

There was silence for a few minutes and he was about to speak up when her voice echoed through the room again.

“I know you are not interested but you have to look at me for a moment for me to make my point, Prince Bahubali.”

She read right through him from all the way to the court huh? interesting. He does turn around and lifts his gaze from her feet up to her face.

He doesn't bother looking over her, not even when she steps closer to him, not like he is interested just like she said but she was gorgeous for a woman that literally anyone would say. What was unsettling for him was that blood red colour, it just disturbs his very core for some reason.

“Now…look”

She waves her hand a little making his eyes focus on it and follow its movement when it gestures for her waist.

Before anyone could say anything, her hand is gathering the pallu of the sari and folding it to be thinner and not cover the whole of her waist and chest and that's when he sees it.

A fresh scar is forming, running right from the left corner of her collarbone to the right corner of her waist and it's a proper sword cut he knows just from seeing it.

Like a curtain her pallu falls to cover the wound again, he is a little shaken that she is so cool about it. 

“On the day of my wedding the bunch of your mother's spies attacked. The plan was to assassinate my fiance and they did with some other court people dying along before we managed to take them down, typical Mahishmati warrior no? But leaving me alive was a mistake.”

He doesn't like the way she speaks, it's mocking from the very beginning of her explanation and it's ticking all his temper buttons.

“You see, from all this chaos four things happened, my fiance was murdered, I was almost killed, I was humiliated and accused of this mess in front of the whole court and at the end forced to flee the kingdom I was supposed to be ruling. Why did this happen? because your mother just couldn't help herself from spying on a stranger kingdom.”

He is so close to saying something very rude, he can also see Kattappa in his peripheral vision and the man seems to be as angry as him.

“I can see the anger in your eyes, it looks beautiful just so you know.” 

That almost caught him off guard before she continued while backing up from him.

“But let me tell you why this anger is useless. There is a minister in Chandresha's court that has many grudges against Mahishmati and he's in incharge of wars just so you know. So imagine if I were to tell him the route to get to this kingdom? or if I tell him that his son, that was my fiance, was killed by spies from here? What will happen?”

“War…”

Kattappa spoke up, finally making his head jerk in his direction.

“Correct and you all can't afford a war of this scale right now…”

Her backing up stopped right in front of Kattappa before he turned to face the older man with a smug face.

“...right?”

The silence in the room was an agreement neither of the three had the guts to make. 

“Your mother was apologetic and guilty when I first came to her, you know so I took a small promise from her.”

The sound of her anklets once again lead towards him and he really doesn't want to hear the words he just knows she is about to say.

“For taking away Chandresha's king she promised me the king of Mahishmati.”

Looks like he will be loosing the war here.

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It's been an enjoyable stay, more than enjoyable, it was beautiful in so many aspects.

This was all Amrendra was thinking about as he walked towards the courtroom. Sivagami had abruptly called him and Kattappa back from Kuntal.

He was scared and nervous to be honest, the way the letter was so short and without details, just telling him and Kattappa to come back and bring Devsena along, it sent his mind to all sorts of possibilities.

But when he came back to the palace, being decorated like it was a royal bride, it kind of calmed him down. It wasn't an attack or something but what exactly is going on here?

A soft chime of anklets pulled him out of his thoughts, his head turning in the direction automatically to look who it was.

The only thing he's able to catch is red cloth flapping behind the figure, such a dark red saree, like it was dyed in blood or something. He thinks he has hardly ever seen someone wear that colour.

He embarrassingly almost jumps when someone touches his shoulder and turns around to find Devsena standing there with a raised brow.

“What's wrong?”

“Yeah I just…” He throws a look over his shoulder to only find an empty corridor staring back at him.

“...nothing. Let's head inside.”

His thoughts go silent and so the court once he's announced to be entering, after Devsena. His mother sits in her usual place but his smile falls as soon as he sees her.

She's not okay.

He can tell that at one glance, she's stressed, worried even. The way one of her hands is tapping at the armrest is also a sign of being restless and Sivagami is never restless until it's a situation where she has close to no choice.

As a nervous habit of his, Amrendra starts cracking his knuckles while they wait for Sivagami to speak up. Devsena seems to have noticed this and nudges him to knock it off which he does, choosing to fold his arms behind his back, his nails digging in his palm.

“I have an important announcement to make.”

The whole court falls silent, her voice commanding and strong as ever.

“Before that Devsena, I will give you one chance to explain the disrespect you showed our messenger and by extension me, my son and whole of Mahishmati, when the wedding proposal was sent to you.”

The mentioned woman steps forward joining her hands in greeting.

“Forgive me for my earlier behaviour but the way that letter was phrased angered me but as you can see I have accompanied your son to your kingdom and I am more than willing to marry him.”

The elder of the two frowns at the implication, her elder son looking over at her with a confused look.

“I think you have mistaken..”

Amrendra could feel his heart dropping to his stomach when his mother spoke the next lines.

“Aap ka vivaah jise hona hai, wo Mahishmati ke bade yuvraj Bhallaladeva hain. Aap jinke saath aayin, us Bahubali ka vivaah pehle se hi nishchit ho chuka”

(The one you're supposed to marry is the older prince of Mahishmati, Bhallaladeva. The one you accompanied here, Bahubali's marriage is all set.)

Amrendra has never been more thankful to Kattappa, for the hand on his back was the only thing keeping him on his feet.

He was already set to marry someone else? But when did that happen? This wasn't how he left things.

“Silence.”

His mother's voice brings his head back to the courtroom, his eyes shifting to the older woman who refused to make eye contact with him.

“You heard correctly, your future king's, my younger son's wife has been decided. She's the queen of Chandresha, she is Maharani..”

“Ayudhina.”

The whole court turned around at the voice, Amrendra however restricted himself, he wasn't going to look at her. This all was ridiculous anyways.

But he recognizes it, damn his memory. He recognizes the chime her anklets make, the same ones he heard outside the courtroom.

He averts his gaze, her hair and most probably her sareee brushing his arm as she walks past him. He catches a glimpse of her back. Her hair are open and her saree, that dark red keeps him reminding of blood and that makes him more uncomfortable than he already was.

“Maharani…”

“Rajmata.”

Her voice is softer than he imagined but it's firm, like…like water, gentle but not weak.

He shakes his head, what is he even thinking about, this is ridiculous. He was in love with Devsena, the brightest fire that kept him warm but he was supposed to marry this queen.

Why didn't his mother say anything about this?

“You have my won trust…”

The voice interrupts his overthinking again.

“Aapka vachan hi aapka shaasan hai.”

And that throws everyone off, including Shivgami, if the tightening of her jaw was any indication. That calms Amrendra down a little, there is more to the situation than just his mother fixing his marriage with a girl she liked.

Judging by her face, he thinks she's barely tolerating the behaviour, liking it seems like a far fetched idea.

“How can you do this-”

Devsena's voice makes his head jerk so fast he almost snapped his neck, this was not the time for an argument, with the whole court watching and with his mother clearly distressed. What was she thinking!?

“And who are you to ask that?”

He didn't want to but his eyes went to the voice instinctively, she- Ayudhina, is looking over her shoulder. Her eyes are calm, like a calm sea staring back at a fire cracking by its shore.

“You're not a Mahishmati royalty member as far as I know so sorry to say it but you get no say in this matter.”

“I love the man you're supposed to marry, I have more than just a say in this matter.”

This is bad, this is so bad but Bahubali just couldn't bring himself to say something to stop this argument, thankfully Sivagami was a no nonsense person.

“SILENCE! BOTH OF YOU!!”

Her voice boomed as she stood up from her seat,loud, clear and very obviously pissed off, throughout the courtroom once again silencing everyone.

“This is my court, not your personal chambers to have arguments in.”

Amrendra digs his nails harder in his palm, he can never get over or forget how scary his mother gets when she disapproves of something.

“I have given my final decisions, Ayudhina and Bahubali are to be married in two weeks. As for Devsena, my older son insists on marrying you; however, I am not very pleased by you either. If you accept the proposal well enough, if not you can leave the kingdom right now.”

With that the woman walked down from her throne, striding past Amrendra, followed by her lady in waiting and Kattapa, not sparing anyone even a mere glance.

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Bhalladeva by any means was not your average prince, he was stronger, smarter and more equipped than anyone in Mahishmati, with exception of his brother of course.

He had the strength to fight a bison all on his own, so did his brother. He had the smarts to answer any given administration question at any time, so did his brother.  He understood the power of the empty throne that looked down at the Mahishmati's courtroom, so did his brother.

What set him apart from the darling prince of Mahishmati was his politically powerful mind. As competent as Bahubali was, he couldn't compete with his older brother when it came to politics or deceiving people.

He thinks it was a natural talent of his own and definitely not from his parents. His father, Bijjaladeva, for all his smarts about navigating politics loses his temper way too quickly and from where he sees it politics is all about patience.

As for his mother, the great Sivagami, politics was all about the fear she could impose on her opponents so they don't even think about standing opposite her, very monarch-like behaviour from her, he knows. It's effective most of the time.

But she had a fragile ego, very controversial thinking on his part, he knows that too. It was true though, with his mother it's like you never know which side the camel would lean when he sits down.

A kingdom was all about its people, yes contrary to popular belief he knew that fact too, and with Sivagami he has noticed people sometimes hesitate to speak about certain stuff.

He means people approach him better than her sometimes and he's anything but approachable and he likes being that.

He doesn't have time to waste listening to and concerning himself over people who don't even acknowledge him all that much. Go to your darling prince, leave him alone for God's sake.

He has, a long time back, accepted the fact that the whole Mahishmati royalty was way too different from him and he doesn't really gel well with any of them for that matter.

So getting a bloody headache is very predictable when his brother and mother are having it out over Devsena, the woman he wanted to marry but she, too like everyone else, loves his brother. Typical situation.

“Stop."

“Bhalla?” 

He didn't think Sivagami would catch his groan, he really didn't think her mother was even remotely paying attention to him.

“I meant this is all is unesscary ma, I won't pretend I am happy or stuff. I wanted to marry Devsena yes but that was because I liked her based on her painting, these two are in love after they spent time together. Their emotions out weigh mine. It's fine.” 

His brother's expressions are soft and grateful, how predictable, his mother however just wouldn't let it go.

“Nahi Bhalla, bhul tumhare bhai se hui hai to ise chuna hoga, Mashishamti ka singhaasan ya iska pyaar.”

How dramatic of her but good for him because he knew what his brother would do and sure enough Bahu picked Devsena over the throne and he had a hard time suppressing a grin.

He would be crowned the king in four weeks, like he always wanted loosing a girl he found mildly attractive to his brother was a small cost to pay, he was used to loosing people to his brother anyways.

Being called by Sivagami first thing the next morning did make him curious but he was in a good mood so he decided to put up with whatever it was.

“Whatever happened last night was not how wanted the things to go. I couldn't keep my word, I know you liked the girl very much, that’s why you asked me to fix the marriage. You loved her didn’t you?”

No he didn't. He really didn't.

Devsena wasn't his type, personality wise, too righteous and impulsive. He just found her beauty attractive.

Forget her, love itself isn't his type of thing.

But he keeps these thoughts to himself and gives his mother a forced looking smile.

“It's okay ma, I am not mad at you or Bahu for that matter.”

Weirdly enough, he seriously wasn't. 

“You can say that all you want but I do feel guilty so this time I have picked someone. Someone who's worthy enough to be your wife.”

Oh great.

“Ma this really isn't-”

Her raised hand stops him mid sentence, she really had decided to get him married, well this is going to be tricky.

“Okay, can I atleast see her painting?”

He frowns a little at his mother's smile and the way she nods, she wants him to turn around? But the there is no painting…

There have been very few instances Bhallaladeva's mind has gone blank, the number is yet to cross single digits but the painting infront of him has achieved the rare achievement.

The woman was gorgeous, tan skin, dark eyes, long open hair falling to her waist and a mysterious smile. She was wearing a heavy greyish lehenga-saree, her leaning the way she was on the armrest really had his eyes stick to the her waist. 

Adorned with jewelry from head to toe she was the peak of beauty to the point that his thoughts were stopping.

One thing rarer than his mind going blank was him loving his mother, right now it was one of them. He really liked the choice she made, Devsena was nothing compared to this.

Giving the portrait another quick once over, he schooled his expression and turned to the older woman.

“Ma ye-”

“Rajkumari hain, Suryagarh ki, Mohini.”

He knew the meaning of that name, the one who enchants people. It suits her and something tells him this beauty comes with danger, maybe a illusion leading people to their own doom.

“She's beautiful.”

He has no idea how he sounded, his eyes are too busy scanning the portrait as if it would give him the answers he wants.

His mother chuckles a little, speaking up as she sits down.

“She's known for her beauty, even after being a small nation, Suryagarh receives alliance and marriage proposals from everywhere, just because of her.”

He guessed that much, very basic.

“Would she accept our proposal?"

His mother's face changes as soon as he finishes saying the sentence, a small call back to how Devsena treated their proposal. He did it on purpose.

“She will. Not everyone has big egos blinding their common sense."

Ironic coming from her but he keeps his lips sealed and face straight.

“I won't ask for a promise neither do I want you to make this into one.” 

He keeps his tone leaning towards a little somber paired with another small smile as he poked another wound.

He was a petty man, do what you will.

“But I won't mind marrying someone like her.”

And he lets the smile grow a little more on the genuine side. Perfect. 

He takes his leave after she reassures him that this marriage would happen, entering his room again, he really wasn't expecting his father to be there. 

“Father.”

He greeted in a blank voice, not like his old man was going to notice it with the way he was drinking.

“Bhalla, come come what did your mother say?”

Ugh, he really doesn't want to have this conversation because he can already see the scene his father will create.

“Nothing, just some things about coronation ceremon-”

“LIES!”

He was cutt off by the wine that landed right on his chest and face first, not the yell when Bijjaladeva snapped. He's used to his too but that doesn't mean it wasn't irritating.

“She has decided to marry you to someone else while that Devesena have the time of her life with that bastard Bahubali. She should be punishing her for the disrespect towards you but she is getting them married.”

His father is impossible, he understood that at a very young age. He is very used to it by now.

When you have a parent who drinks like no tomorrow and babbles all kind of stuff about your mother and adoptive brother, you eventually get used to dealing with it.

“Father, you should let it be.”

He really isn't in the mood to deal with these dramatics, he would like a bath after the wine fest he was honored to.

“It's your mother, she had always been the problem. Treating you like you're the adoptive son and that scoundrel like he's her own blood…”

He tunes out before his father completes the second sentence, he knows this speech by heart at this point, listening to it since he was seven really had him learn it word by word.

It takes him a hour or two to calm his father down enough to urge him out of the room, asking a servant to take him to his room.

Next thing he did was take a hot bath, for the second time in the day, washing off the sticky wine and some memories that had made a involuntary comeback in his thougts and then decided to lay down for a minute to breathe but a knock foils his plans.

“What!?”

Did he sound harsh and rude? yes. Did he care? as if.

“My prince, her highness has asked for your presence for some preparations for the coronation ceremony.”

“Tell her I will be there.”

Fuck his life. 

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