#bhairava x fem oc

[mahi-wayy]

𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐇 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄 | ʙʜᴀɪʀᴀᴠᴀ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : Bhairava x Fem!Oc

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ : Kalki 2898ad

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ : 3.5k

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs : Being heavily based on b&b series, bhairava is CHAOTIC, he is also adorable but still a dumbass, violence, theft, futuristic world, angst, betrayal.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 this is about a emotions that went extinct a long long back.

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ | ғɪᴄ ᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ

A/n : I have no idea why I am doing this but this is a prelude to the inevitable kalki 2898ad fic I will end up writing.

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Bhairava was many things, he was a certified opportunist, a smart-ass and a very bubbly guy. This was the level of his self awareness as he says, he also was a lazy man when it was not about him or the units.

But honestly speaking, wasn't everyone around him the same?

In the year 2898 the concept of helping others or comrades or friendships was dead. Personally speaking he thought humanity itself was dead but people around him usually refrained from saying that so he didn't bother either.

Not like him saying that out loud would change anything for anyone, why even care?

He had enough business of his own to keep himself busy that he had neither the need nor the time to poke his nose in other's business. 

Being a bounty hunter however always had him stepping in someone else's business, that was not his client.

Right now was a good example, he was chasing a man across the roofs of houses, if you would call them that anymore. The man did something to get a 10000u bounty on his head. Bhairava didn't remember what it was, he was only interested in the units.

Anyways, coming to his point of landing in someone else's business came from the gun that the man was fleeing, it was antique. 800+ years old. Very probably the reason he was asked to hunt him

He really did not like the professional thieves, yes being a thief was a profession, he heard it was a crime once upon a time. Way to evolve.

Whatever, he didn't like the stealers, it has made his jobs messier than they already were and it straight out irritated him to no end.

His point is proven right again when someone slams him from his right side, just when he has managed to grab the robs of the man he was pursuing. It surprised him while the person who caused all this used his shoulders as leverage to perform a flip over his head and grab the antique gun as they landed on the other side.

Taking the weight of a grown human wasn't easy, which explained him losing his balance and the grip he had on his prey leading the man to flee easily. He cured in all the languages he knew before turning his head and pinpointing the thief that ruined his hunt.

The person was running from two more people, great this was a bloody competition now, but he was Bhairava and what was he if not pretty enough for revenge. 

Knowing the place since his birth was his strong suit which gives him the advantage to catch up to the person within ten minutes. He waited for a second, letting the second runner catch up with them as they approached a long leap between the two roofs.

It was a tough jump, enough that even after crossing it several times a simple underpowered start had him coming down before he properly had the roof surface under his feet.

But he was as stubborn as they got, managing to grab the leg of the person he was tailing, making them fall too. He climbs up the surface easily, smirking as he notices the other thieves in the race grabbing the antique parcel and rushing away. 

Looking down at this hunted prey however made him suck in a deep breath, his lazy posture to a straight one. The hunted prey was a female.

The hood of her jacket had fallen off revealing a wild mop of jet black hair flying in the dry wind, the woman turned her face to him with an aggressive jerk, a pair of brown eyes glaring at him as she stood up.

If looks could kill he wouldn't be breathing right now.

She was dressed rather simply so to speak, a grey shirt knotted in the front, a pair of combat pants and a jacket with the hood. The choker pooling around her neck was probably the mask she used. Her arm band was one of the most advanced one he has seen but the jets attached to her boots were pretty below average.

“You absolute asshole!!!”

The yell brings his eyes back to meet her gaze, a brow raised in question.

“Excuse me? Who are you calling an asshole?” 

“Oh so you're missing hearing aids? I'm sorry but I was calling YOU an ASSHOLE because that's WHAT YOU ARE!! You ruined my job!!” 

Bhairava grits his teeth as the woman pushes him just a little with every word.

“You're the one who ruined MY JOB!! The man you let slip from my hands had a 10,000u bounty!!” 

“That gun would have gotten me at least 15000u you jerk, I'm the one with more loss here!” 

She goes to push him again but this time he steps to the side, making her lose balance and fall forward from the edge but he manages to grab her hand last min.

“Say a simple sorry I might pull you up.” 

The fall won't kill her but looking at the condition of her jets, if they don't pick up on time she will break a few bones.

“In your dreams…asshole.” 

She spat out, kicking his knee making him let go of her as a sharp pain went through his body. He doesn't make an effort to grab the slipping hand from his, choosing to throw a glare towards her instead.

What? She chose these consequences. 

He gives his knee a good shake before peering down, his tongue clicking in annoyance to find her hanging mid air from where she has managed to grab a iron bar, what an annoying woman.

“Have a nice time hanging around.” 

He gets a middle finger in response which passes him off more and he taps the thrusters with his toes making them buzz to life before kicking one of them, letting the dust fall down purposely.

A satisfied snort leaves his lips when he hears a little coughing and curses before leaving the ground to go over the side alley in time to witness her hand finally slipping from the rod and her crashing through the wooden roof of a shop and landing on small piles of cloth and broken wood.

He shakes his head as she groans from the impact from the fall. That's what she gets from being a jerk, he thinks before leaving the place.

They both do run into each other on another job but  he was in no mood to tangle with her again so he chooses to jump over the table in their path while she goes to slide from under it.

Now that was a really weak table because it broke the moment he shifted his weight on his hand, making him lose balance and fall directly on top of her. 

“Fucking hell.” 

She groaned pushing him off her, he groaned as he stood up to come face to face with a familiar glare.

“You again-”

“You ruined another one of my job-” 

“Why are you on the streets to begin with huh!? Aren't you thieves supposed to be stealthy and smooth?”

“Well Mr. know it all sometimes we have moving targets like the one I had but you ruined it all.”

Both glare at each other, even if he towered a good five-six inches above her, either of them refusing to back down at any cost. 

“I really hate you too, asshole.”

“The feeling is pretty mutual, wretched jerk.”

The exchange ends with them gritting their teeth and then walking away in different directions. 

By his luck, or God's grace if he exists anymore, he doesn't run into her for weeks on end and between that failed bounty, going to junkyard and picking up Buiji, he almost forgets about her.

Almost being the keyword because when he returns from his first round search for the parts of his vehicles and has Rajan tell him a girl was in his room he physically felt his blood pressure rise at least five points.

“How did you find this place- nevermind why the fuck are you here?” 

He hisses, entering the room, the female bent over his desk turns around with a bored look. 

“You're not that tough to find and I'm here for a job.” 

“Oh so now you're gonna steal from me?” 

“How can dumb can you be-”

“WHAT!?”

“I was here to steal something I would've not entered through the door. I'm here to pick up a job.” She says rolling her eyes before tapping her arm band and a holographic screen pops up.

His eyes scan the content as fast as he can, it was a 50,000u job, pretty sweet if you ask him. He freezes when he sees his own name in the client column. What the-

“I didn't hire you.”

“Yes you did.”

“No I didn't.”

“Yes you-”

“I did.”

Both of them turn sideways at the third voice, Buiji speaks in a flat voice, her blue reflectors staring back at the bickering duo.

“You hired me?” “You hired her?”

The in sync speech makes both of them throw an equally hot glare at each other. 

“She will make the job easier Bhairava for both of us.”

He mumbles something along the lines of only knowing how to ruin things but she makes it a point to ignore it.

“At least one of you has brains, Bhairava.” 

The way she spits out his name it was clearly a taunt and it irked him but there was no denying that she would make the job easier by giving him and Buiji more time to focus on technicalities while she gets the part they need.

“Fine do whatever the fuck you want.”

He says with a mocking smile to the A.I. and a middle finger to the professional thief's smug smile before turning and going to tinker with a few things he found. 

For a while the other two talk before the female up stairs and jumps out of the giantass hole in his window, coming from the main door his ass. He walks back to his desk the minutes the female disappears.

“Why did you get her? and don't give me the making job easier bullshit with your perfectionist tantrums there is no way that was the reason.”

“You will see, focus on the vehicle structure for now.” 

He huffs at the excuse of a response but chooses to distract himself with the structure of the car. Over the course of the next ten days slowly but surely the required parts come in, everything except for one thing. 

A damn controller and the stubborn a.i. was hell bent on finding the perfect one. So it takes them a whole two days to find the perfect match and what the match was.

A robot which was being guarded by at least ten, heavily armed, men clearly appointed by the complex. Way to get things messy.

“I'll get it.” 

His head turns to the woman who was laying on his bed, her head hanging off the side and legs kicked up, when did his room become her hangout place? 

“But I want 20,000u more.”

She says getting up from the bed, he just turns to her and gives her are you out of your fucking mind look to which she shrugs her shoulders.

“I'll manage without it, I don't have units coming in from somewhere at all times."

“You have 20,000u and we need the controller. It won't work without it.”

He groans, letting his head fall on the desk, if Buiji had more body than that damn annoying head he would have gone for the neck already. 

“Just give me the units, I'll get you what you want and then we will never see each other. Ever again.”

Yeah he doesn't believe his luck is as good as that but he gives in after repeated taunts from Buiji. Raising only his hand, he clicks their armbands together with her, making a sobbing sound in counter to her delighted one. 

There goes his 10000u.

He glares as she climbs on his bed, with her shoes on and then jumps out of the window, why can't this woman come and leave through the damn door. 

Bhairava maintains his nonchalant facade for exactly five minutes before getting up. 

“Where do you think you are going?”

“To see what she is doing Buiji, that woman owns every last one of my units. If she fails I want everyone of my units back.” 

With that he leaves, taking the artificial intelligence with him. Reaching the statue takes them half an hour and the first sight he witnesses gives him a mini heart attack.

Feet above the ground, she was dangling upside down, the controller in her hand as the guards tried to snatch her. Way to get the job done.

“What an idiot.” 

He growls before climbing up, thanks to his usual practice he reaches the height fast, grabbing the collar of one of the guards and pulling him off her. Sending him flying. 

Above him, the appointed thief pulls herself upright, kicking one of the men and having him fall down.

“So much for being a professional thief.” Bhairava says, twisting the arm of another man. To which he gets a glare.

“I never asked for your help, asshole.”

She replied, stopping a punch and elbowing the man.

“Stop calling me that like it's my actual name.”

“Then stop being one.”

They bicker until more men arrive.

“Let's get out of here first.”

Buiji speaks smartly, Bhairava taps the jets in his boots, letting go of the bamboo poles. She was supposed to climb down but when the men start shooting, one of the laser shots his boots, rendering them useless for the moment and the gravity pulls him down immediately.

She chooses to jump recklessly, grabbing his hand with one and a bamboo pole with another, keeping them afloat. Now while Bhairava would've snorted the yelp of pain made it die down in his throat.

Looking up he realises the position made her vulnerable to the shots and one of them even hit her shoulder, even if it was partial.

“You dumbass.”

She curses but for the first time he doesn't mind it all and instead he notices how she refused to let her grip loosen on him or the bamboo that held them but not for long. 

He looks down, calculating the distance before his eyes set on the men shooting at them and his jaw tightens, eyes narrowing in a glare.

“Let go.”

“What? Have you finally lost whatever little brains you had?”

“Just let go.”

“Fuck it.”

With the curse she loosens her grip, he uses the jet in one of his boots to lightly manipulate the place of his fall and ends up falling on top of one of them.

As the dust around him flies, the men all back stay high on alert before coming out of the brown cloud and grabs his gun, pulling him in. The others suffered the same thing and in ten minutes there was only Bhairava standing as the dust settled.

“Incoming.” 

He looks up when Buiji speaks in time to notice her grip slipping. Without a second thought, he uses on of the men fallen on his knees and the one working jet to reach minimum height to catch her and landing back on ground.

“You okay?” 

He surprises himself when he asks the question to the female cradled in his arms ever so gently, who looks up into his eyes and he suddenly realises how pretty her eyes were and how long her lashes were and what the fuck Bhairava.

He lets her stand on his own feet once he catches where his train of thoughts was headed. For a moment the two of them stay awkwardly silent before she seems to realise something and raises her arm.

“What? You think I saved because of some good feelings? no I have a payment left.” 

Right. How can he forget how people were? He clicked his wrist against her and she grinned, a small smile settling on his lips unknowingly.

“Thanks, I hope you enjoyed my services and see you again. Never.”

She says, taking a small bow before handing him the controller and then walking off. Something in him twists uncomfortably as he sees her walk off, trying to get a look on her wound but he decides to walk back to his home too.

For the rest of the day he busies himself with work but something seems to be eating at him and it was so so so annoying. Damn it why Buiji had to pick her. 

It was around 2 am in the night when everything started coming to a full circle.

“Yes. Bhairava 5 star bounty!!” 

Buiji speaks and he slides out from under the car that was slowly coming together, as the a.i. shows him the bounty. 

“Mahavidya, professional thief. Wanted by : the complex? Damn.  Wanted for : various valuable thefts from complex property.”

The request didn't make sense as to why Buiji sounded like a plan as been successful until well the pick showed up. 

The woman was familiar, the same hood, the same mask, the same jacket but most of all he recognized those eyes. Just a few hours ago he realised how beautiful these same eyes were.

“What the hell?” He grumbles, this was the a.i.’s big plan for hiring her? So she has to steal something from the complex and come in their radar and they but a bounty on her head.

“But why help me build his vehicle if it was this easy!?”

He asked, he felt used and he didn't like the feeling one bit.

“Because working in a complex gives you a much better life than simply getting in there. We have everything set up don't tell me you love that woman suddenly?” 

He snorts out loud.

“Don't be ridiculous, there is no such thing as love. That is all nothing but talk in legends."

“Then let's go on hunting."

There is a long pause as he looks at the controller lying on the desk.

“Let's go hunting.”

It takes him a day to pinpoint where she was but he finds her, running across the roofs once again, her mask and hood pulled up as she raises against some of her competitors.

Something pains in his chest as he climbs up the building beside him and her way, hiding from her vision. 

He decided to not think much and just grabs her as she runs past him, pulling her back. The sudden killing of the moment makes her fall back and he catches her on instinct.

Their gazes come to match again, as they stare at each other before she pushes him to stand up.

“You- Which one of your jobs did I ruin this time for you to drag me away from another one of mine.”

She huffed, turning off the mask, her lower half visible and voice more clear and why does his chest hurt? The words die on his tongue as she taps his feet waiting for them.

“None. You're the job this time.”

Wow Buiji really is cold.

Bhairava doesn't have time to curse at the a.i. on his shoulder before it flashes the same bounty screen for her look at.

“You really are an asshole.” 

He thinks he hears betrayal in her voice but the air gets knocked out of him when she kicks him right in the gut. For the first few blows he only defends himself before a punch to his face has him retaliating back and punching her in the gut.

The woman doubles over as he wipes the corner of his mouth free from the blood. He misses a weak hit towards his face but it does send the a.i. flying off his shoulder, he counters it with a kick, pushing her away. 

Feelings are bullshit he doesn't have time for, no one in this world had, he will just hand her over and get those one million units.

The woman growls getting back at him by kicking his legs from under him and straddling his waist to bring punch after punch down on him, a few he managed to block but at least three she managed to land on his cheek bone.

Gritting his teeth he grabs her by the neck and slams her down to the floor, hard. He got up, glaring at her as he pants while she groans on the floor. 

Standing up he goes to bind her hands with cuffs but she kicks him unexpectedly with quite some force, sending him stumbling back and hitting his head hard on one of the rods kept in the drums.

His vision blurs a little, she makes out her heading for him, pulling out a rod and swinging it hard enough to knock him down. 

But before the next hit, he hears her yelp and a number of black figures flying in. He weakly tries to get up but his body gives out and everything goes black.

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𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐇 | 𝑲𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑰 2898 𝑨𝑫

in a world with no limits on the not good, bad and the worst can love and peace ever make a come back?

| C H A R A C T E R S |

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍

"the only thing you can do to survive is favor yourself at every step."

"I am a lab experiment. I was created to destroy. I don't do emotions."

| W A R N I N G S |

Angst and betrayals.

Brain washing.

Blood, deaths and gore.

Human experiments.

Major character deaths.

Killing of children and unborn child.

| D I S C L A I M E R |

This book is a spin off to the Kalki 2989ad movie [series] I don't own the movie or the actors or the characters except for OCs. The following work is fiction and does not relate to any place, religion or person in real life.

The rights to "Beyhadh" belongs to @/mahi-wayy (on tumblr).

🚫DO NOT COPY IT🚫

Constructive criticism is welcomed but no unnecessary hate will be tolerated.

- Mahi✨️

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[mahi-wayy]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 - 𝑰 | 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐇

PRELUDE | PREVIOUS | NEXT | MASTERLIST

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Life in the complex was a repeated routine day in and day out. Get up, get ready, pick up your tasteless food, eat it and then pick up the nourishing diet of the positive female you were assigned, get her food and then come back to bunk. If you're lucky, or unlucky, you might be called for another task before the next meal you have to deliver.

That was how it was as far as Sum-80 can remember. She doesn't know who she was, where did she come from? Who were her parents? Her father, her mother. They didn't care for her much, that was sure, seeing as they let her be here.

She tried to put together a somewhat proper origin, instead of the pieces she remembered, when she had nothing to do. The most solid of which was sold for units. It was based on the blurry memory of a man, her father? handing her over in exchange for something, years ago and with time her memory has faded away the faces she once must have remembered.

Her name? She never thought about it. Her code inked in her skin had the number Sum-80, that was her identity like every other girl here, some have kind of translated them into names like the one who sleeps under her bunk. T-18, she called herself Tara.

She just couldn't come up with anything that felt right.

“Get up, the commander has called for an assembly, come get going you all.”

Her thoughts break as the guard yells, looks like another woman is going to get tested or something. She climbs down her bunk and joins the other black dressed ladies.

She slid in the middle of the queue, she didn't want the back place, no one usually did, the guards had a habit of being touchy. The first place wasn't safe either, she stood there once and almost got shot by a laser because the commander lost his cool, some weren't that lucky though.

The middle of the line was perfect.

As they completed assembling in the giant hall, she noticed one extra person in the room. She made sure she didn't look up for too long, who knows what they will see it as.

The new person in the room was a woman too, another test subject? No. The answer came to her when her eyes moved a little lower and she noticed a familiar inked triangle on her inner arm. She was another negative she guessed.

But maybe not? Her clothes were different from her own. While she and the rest of the negative female helpers wore long black robes with arm bands and a choker that pinpointed their vitals and location, the new face in the room was in a simple shirt and some pants with feet bare and hair pulled back neatly.

Her heart rate picks up as the gaze of the newcomer finds her own making her look down immediately. Fuck fuck fuck. Sum-80 curses herself internally, glaring a hole in the floor refusing to look up until the positive mother was brought.

She really wants to close her ears and eyes or run away, more preferably, when the woman screams endlessly as they abstract the serum from her child. She finds it hard to breathe when the screams finally stop, somehow forcing herself to lift her eyelids up to find out if the woman made it.

Her gaze finds the view in time for the machine to dump white clad woman on the floor.

“She is a strong one.” The commander speaks as the woman on the ground sobs in probably pain or the loss of life within her, it was hard to say.

“She won't make it.” An unfamiliar voice speaks, the woman from earlier speaking up as she eyed the sobbing lady with a blank face. The commander looks impressed as he signals the guard to get the woman on her feet.

“This is your new incharge.”

Her eyes shift back to the centre where the commander is speaking, gesturing towards the female.

“Meet, MA-13, the very first of her kind. The woman by me.” He says proudly as the female looks around herself with a sharp yet empty gaze.

MA-13, MA-13. MA-terh, ma-terh, matara? Wasn't that supposed to mean something like mother, she wasn't sure to be honest.

“She has been designed and trained to keep you all in check, no secrets, no more sneaking around, some of you complain about the guards so I made her but she has only one response to you breaking rules.” The commander trails off nodding to her, MA-13 nods back and before anyone can blink the mother who was being held by the guards dropped to the ground.

But no because they simply let her go, she had a slit throat, while MA-13 held onto a knife that had a blood covered blade. The woman didn't even blink as another female died in her feet but choking on her own blood thanks to her.

Sum-80 can feel the lack of breath passing through her as she witnessed the killing, so now on top of the guards that had no concept of limits, they had a woman looking over them who didn't even bat an eyelash before or after killing someone.

This place just got worse each day.

In all the years she has been here, Sum-80 has seen countless lives being lost before they even get a chance to live or breathe in this world. That was the main reason she kept the life inside her hidden away.

The last seeding showed her negative too but after a few days she started noticing changes in herself and before she could even think it through a bump was visible to her.

She was pregnant.

Today marked the completion of the fifth month and while she held back from ever lifting her robe or as much as letting it move in someone's presence the events she had just witnessed left her shaking and worried, the life inside her getting restless in response to her emotional turmoil.

She pulled back the robe to gently caress her growing belly, trying to comfort her child when she heard something and looked up, her hand immediately pulling her robe back as her eyes met a fellow negative mother. LYL-33. Shit.

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This was the best decision of his life, did he lie about the whole love thing? Yes but he was sure Roxie knew that too.

Roxie. She was an interesting woman, fierce, trained in combat, steals for living which was a whole lot familiar. She reminds him of her. Mahavidya.

He remembers her face well enough, long black hair that shined with a brown hint when sunlight fell on it, the way she cursed him all the damn time and their stupid quarrels.

He has no idea why. That woman didn't even leave him anything in wake of her departure, only if he had managed to hand her over himself instead of being beaten unconscious by her.

But she was probably a hated memory, seeing that he remembers her so well, nothing more unlike a certain a.i. claimed.

Buiji and her nonsense theory of him and Roxie dating before she was so similar to Mahavidya because he and Roxie were a FLING not a genuine romance and that stupid bot knew it, she just liked to piss him off whenever a female was mentioned in life.

One day he will strangle that a.i.

“Bhairava!!”

He leaves his thoughts behind when Roxie calls his name, what was done was done and doesn't regret it one bit. Time for him to see his future home.

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“Stop!!”

Sum-80 freezes in her place when MA-13's voice calls out, damn it damn it damn it did she get caught? She turned around only to find the woman walking past her to another woman making her breath in relief.

The anxiety makes her stomach churn making her decide to skip on the current meal. She heads for her bunk, lost in thoughts only to realise that there was already someone in her bed.

She screams when the man reaches for arm, backing away only for him to get a grip on her forearm, the struggle ends with him pushing her on the floor.

Thankfully she landed on her side but not so thankfully her robe fell to the side too, revealing her five months pregnant belly.

“What the-”

She didn't let him finish grabbing his gun he left on the bed and pointing it at him, her hands were shaking but she wasn't going to go down this easily.

“Please..” She begs when another figure enters her peripheral. She turns her gaze, the gun still pointed at the man as she recognizes the woman. LYL-33.

She feels a little relief, LYL-33 knew of her pregnancy and everyone knew she and the guard in front of them had a thing going on. Maybe she will understand?

“Help me..” Sum-80 hears her voice crack, barely above the whisper as the other woman approaches her.

“Hey it's okay, don't worry.” The female speaks softly as she kneels in front of her. “Here give this to me.” She adds and Sum-80 lets the gun slip for her hands.

Mistake on her part because the man snatches his weapon from LYL-33, who sighs one word as she stands beside him.

“Sorry.”

The guards are called in along with their new incharge who looks at her from head to toe before nodding to the men to take her to the cells of positive mothers, walking past her to the opposite direction, probably to go call the commander. At that point Sum-80 can only think of one thing.

Note self : There is no such thing as trust in hell she lives.

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OUT NOW!! [• prelude to the fic]

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

𝐋𝐀𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 | ᴅᴇᴠᴀʀᴀᴛʜᴀ ʀᴀɪsᴀᴀʀ

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | ᴠᴀʀᴀᴅʜᴀʀᴀᴊ ᴍᴀɴɴᴀᴀʀ

𝐃𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐕𝐀

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐑

𝐕𝐀𝐑��𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐀 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

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐑

𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐔

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐑

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈

𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐗

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍

𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐙𝐇𝐈 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍

𝐉𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄

𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄

𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐀

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄

𝐃𝐎𝐍

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑

𝐌𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀��

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐌

𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃

𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐘

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[mahi-wayy]

Shruti Haasan as MA-13 aka Mahavidya ; Prabhas as Bhairava for my fic Beyhadh | Masterlist.

[mahi-wayy]

have started working on the kalki fic officially!!

[ulaganayagi]

AREY AREY ITS HERE FINALLYYYY MAHI MY QUEEN!!!

𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐇 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄 | ʙʜᴀɪʀᴀᴠᴀ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : Bhairava x Fem!Oc

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ : Kalki 2898ad

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ : 3.5k

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs : Being heavily based on b&b series, bhairava is CHAOTIC, he is also adorable but still a dumbass, violence, theft, futuristic world, angst, betrayal.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 this is about a emotions that went extinct a long long back.

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

A/n : I have no idea why I am doing this but this is a prelude to the inevitable kalki 2898ad fic I will end up writing.

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Bhairava was many things, he was a certified opportunist, a smart-ass and a very bubbly guy. This was the level of his self awareness as he says, he also was a lazy man when it was not about him or the units.

But honestly speaking, wasn't everyone around him the same?

In the year 2898 the concept of helping others or comrades or friendships was dead. Personally speaking he thought humanity itself was dead but people around him usually refrained from saying that so he didn't bother either.

Not like him saying that out loud would change anything for anyone, why even care?

He had enough business of his own to keep himself busy that he had neither the need nor the time to poke his nose in other's business. 

Being a bounty hunter however always had him stepping in someone else's business, that was not his client.

Right now was a good example, he was chasing a man across the roofs of houses, if you would call them that anymore. The man did something to get a 1000u bounty on his head. Bhairava didn't remember what it was, he was only interested in the units.

Anyways, coming to his point of landing in someone else's business came from the gun that the man was fleeing, it was antique. 800+ years old. Very probably the reason he was asked to hunt him

He really did not like the professional thieves, yes being a thief was a profession, he heard it was a crime once upon a time. Way to evolve.

Whatever, he didn't like the stealers, it has made his jobs messier than they already were and it straight out irritated him to no end.

His point is proven right again when someone slams him from his right side, just when he has managed to grab the robs of the man he was pursuing. It surprised him while the person who caused all this used his shoulders as leverage to perform a flip over his head and grab the antique gun as they landed on the other side.

Taking the weight of a grown human wasn't easy, which explained him losing his balance and the grip he had on his prey leading the man to flee easily. He cured in all the languages he knew before turning his head and pinpointing the thief that ruined his hunt.

The person was running from two more people, great this was a bloody competition now, but he was Bhairava and what was he if not pretty enough for revenge. 

Knowing the place since his birth was his strong suit which gives him the advantage to catch up to the person within ten minutes. He waited for a second, letting the second runner catch up with them as they approached a long leap between the two roofs.

It was a tough jump, enough that even after crossing it several times a simple underpowered start had him coming down before he properly had the roof surface under his feet.

But he was as stubborn as they got, managing to grab the leg of the person he was tailing, making them fall too. He climbs up the surface easily, smirking as he notices the other thieves in the race grabbing the antique parcel and rushing away. 

Looking down at this hunted prey however made him suck in a deep breath, his lazy posture to a straight one. The hunted prey was a female.

The hood of her jacket had fallen off revealing a wild mop of jet black hair flying in the dry wind, the woman turned her face to him with an aggressive jerk, a pair of brown eyes glaring at him as she stood up.

If looks could kill he wouldn't be breathing right now.

She was dressed rather simply so to speak, a grey shirt knotted in the front, a pair of combat pants and a jacket with the hood. The choker pooling around her neck was probably the mask she used. Her arm band was one of the most advanced one he has seen but the jets attached to her boots were pretty below average.

“You absolute asshole!!!”

The yell brings his eyes back to meet her gaze, a brow raised in question.

“Excuse me? Who are you calling an asshole?” 

“Oh so you're missing hearing aids? I'm sorry but I was calling YOU an ASSHOLE because that's WHAT YOU ARE!! You ruined my job!!” 

Bhairava grits his teeth as the woman pushes him just a little with every word.

“You're the one who ruined MY JOB!! The man you let slip from my hands had a 10,000u bounty!!” 

“That gun would have gotten me at least 15000u you jerk, I'm the one with more loss here!” 

She goes to push him again but this time he steps to the side, making her lose balance and fall forward from the edge but he manages to grab her hand last min.

“Say a simple sorry I might pull you up.” 

The fall won't kill her but looking at the condition of her jets, if they don't pick up on time she will break a few bones.

“In your dreams…asshole.” 

She spat out, kicking his knee making him let go of her as a sharp pain went through his body. He doesn't make an effort to grab the slipping hand from his, choosing to throw a glare towards her instead.

What? She chose these consequences. 

He gives his knee a good shake before peering down, his tongue clicking in annoyance to find her hanging mid air from where she has managed to grab a iron bar, what an annoying woman.

“Have a nice time hanging around.” 

He gets a middle finger in response which passes him off more and he taps the thrusters with his toes making them buzz to life before kicking one of them, letting the dust fall down purposely.

A satisfied snort leaves his lips when he hears a little coughing and curses before leaving the ground to go over the side alley in time to witness her hand finally slipping from the rod and her crashing through the wooden roof of a shop and landing on small piles of cloth and broken wood.

He shakes his head as she groans from the impact from the fall. That's what she gets from being a jerk, he thinks before leaving the place.

They both do run into each other on another job but  he was in no mood to tangle with her again so he chooses to jump over the table in their path while she goes to slide from under it.

Now that was a really weak table because it broke the moment he shifted his weight on his hand, making him lose balance and fall directly on top of her. 

“Fucking hell.” 

She groaned pushing him off her, he groaned as he stood up to come face to face with a familiar glare.

“You again-”

“You ruined another one of my job-” 

“Why are you on the streets to begin with huh!? Aren't you thieves supposed to be stealthy and smooth?”

“Well Mr. know it all sometimes we have moving targets like the one I had but you ruined it all.”

Both glare at each other, even if he towered a good five-six inches above her, either of them refusing to back down at any cost. 

“I really hate you too, asshole.”

“The feeling is pretty mutual, wretched jerk.”

The exchange ends with them gritting their teeth and then walking away in different directions. 

By his luck, or God's grace if he exists anymore, he doesn't run into her for weeks on end and between that failed bounty, going to junkyard and picking up Buiji, he almost forgets about her.

Almost being the keyword because when he returns from his first round search for the parts of his vehicles and has Rajan tell him a girl was in his room he physically felt his blood pressure rise at least five points.

“How did you find this place- nevermind why the fuck are you here?” 

He hisses, entering the room, the female bent over his desk turns around with a bored look. 

“You're not that tough to find and I'm here for a job.” 

“Oh so now you're gonna steal from me?” 

“How can dumb can you be-”

“WHAT!?”

“I was here to steal something I would've not entered through the door. I'm here to pick up a job.” She says rolling her eyes before tapping her arm band and a holographic screen pops up.

His eyes scan the content as fast as he can, it was a 50,000u job, pretty sweet if you ask him. He freezes when he sees his own name in the client column. What the-

“I didn't hire you.”

“Yes you did.”

“No I didn't.”

“Yes you-”

“I did.”

Both of them turn sideways at the third voice, Buiji speaks in a flat voice, her blue reflectors staring back at the bickering duo.

“You hired me?” “You hired her?”

The in sync speech makes both of them throw an equally hot glare at each other. 

“She will make the job easier Bhairava for both of us.”

He mumbles something along the lines of only knowing how to ruin things but she makes it a point to ignore it.

“At least one of you has brains, Bhairava.” 

The way she spits out his name it was clearly a taunt and it irked him but there was no denying that she would make the job easier by giving him and Buiji more time to focus on technicalities while she gets the part they need.

“Fine do whatever the fuck you want.”

He says with a mocking smile to the A.I. and a middle finger to the professional thief's smug smile before turning and going to tinker with a few things he found. 

For a while the other two talk before the female up stairs and jumps out of the giant ass hole in his window, coming from the main door his ass. He walks back to his desk the minutes the female disappears.

“Why did you get her? and don't give me the making job easier bullshit with your perfectionist tantrums there is no way that was the reason.”

“You will see, focus on the vehicle structure for now.” 

He huffs at the excuse of a response but chooses to distract himself with the structure of the car. Over the course of the next ten days slowly but surely the required parts come in, everything except for one thing. 

A damn controller and the stubborn a.i. was hell bent on finding the perfect one. So it takes them a whole two days to find the perfect match and what the match was.

A robot which was being guarded by at least ten, heavily armed, men clearly appointed by the complex. Way to get things messy.

“I'll get it.” 

His head turns to the woman who was laying on his bed, her head hanging off the side and legs kicked up, when did his room become her hangout place? 

“But I want 20,000u more.”

She says getting up from the bed, he just turns to her and gives her are you out of your fucking mind look to which she shrugs her shoulders.

“I'll manage without it, I don't have units coming in from somewhere at all times."

“You have 20,000u and we need the controller. It won't work without it.”

He groans, letting his head fall on the desk, if Buiji had more body than that damn annoying head he would have gone for the neck already. 

“Just give me the units, I'll get you what you want and then we will never see each other. Ever again.”

Yeah he doesn't believe his luck is as good as that but he gives in after repeated taunts from Buiji. Raising only his hand, he clicks their armbands together with her, making a sobbing sound in counter to her delighted one. 

There goes his 10000u.

He glares as she climbs on his bed, with her shoes on and then jumps out of the window, why can't this woman come and leave through the damn door. 

Bhairava maintains his nonchalant facade for exactly five minutes before getting up. 

“Where do you think you are going?”

“To see what she is doing Buiji, that woman owns every last one of my units. If she fails I want everyone of my units back.” 

With that he leaves, taking the artificial intelligence with him. Reaching the statue takes them half an hour and the first sight he witnesses gives him a mini heart attack.

Feet above the ground, she was dangling upside down, the controller in her hand as the guards tried to snatch her. Way to get the job done.

“What an idiot.” 

He growls before climbing up, thanks to his usual practice he reaches the height fast, grabbing the collar of one of the guards and pulling him off her. Sending him flying. 

Above him, the appointed thief pulls herself upright, kicking one of the men and having him fall down.

“So much for being a professional thief.” Bhairava says, twisting the arm of another man. To which he gets a glare.

“I never asked for your help, asshole.”

She replied, stopping a punch and elbowing the man.

“Stop calling me that like it's my actual name.”

“Then stop being one.”

They bicker until more men arrive.

“Let's get out of here first.”

Buiji speaks smartly, Bhairava taps the jets in his boots, letting go of the bamboo poles. She was supposed to climb down but when the men start shooting, one of the laser shots his boots, rendering them useless for the moment and the gravity pulls him down immediately.

She chooses to jump recklessly, grabbing his hand with one and a bamboo pole with another, keeping them afloat. Now while Bhairava would've snorted the yelp of pain made it die down in his throat.

Looking up he realises the position made her vulnerable to the shots and one of them even hit her shoulder, even if it was partial.

“You dumbass.”

She curses but for the first time he doesn't mind it all and instead he notices how she refused to let her grip loosen on him or the bamboo that held them but not for long. 

He looks down, calculating the distance before his eyes set on the men shooting at them and his jaw tightens, eyes narrowing in a glare.

“Let go.”

“What? Have you finally lost whatever little brains you had?”

“Just let go.”

“Fuck it.”

With the curse she loosens her grip, he uses the jet in one of his boots to lightly manipulate the place of his fall and ends up falling on top of one of them.

As the dust around him flies, the men all back stay high on alert before coming out of the brown cloud and grabs his gun, pulling him in. The others suffered the same thing and in ten minutes there was only Bhairava standing as the dust settled.

“Incoming.” 

He looks up when Buiji speaks in time to notice her grip slipping. Without a second thought, he uses on of the men fallen on his knees and the one working jet to reach minimum height to catch her and landing back on ground.

“You okay?” 

He surprises himself when he asks the question to the female cradled in his arms ever so gently, who looks up into his eyes and he suddenly realises how pretty her eyes were and how long her lashes were and what the fuck Bhairava.

He lets her stand on his own feet once he catches where his train of thoughts was headed. For a moment the two of them stay awkwardly silent before she seems to realise something and raises her arm.

“What? You think I saved because of some good feelings? no I have a payment left.” 

Right. How can he forget how people were? He clicked his wrist against her and she grinned, a small smile settling on his lips unknowingly.

“Thanks, I hope you enjoyed my services and see you again.”

She says, taking a small bow before handing him the controller and then walking off. Something in him twists uncomfortably as he sees her walk off, trying to get a look on her wound but he decides to walk back to his home too.

For the rest of the day he busies himself with work but something seems to be eating at him and it was so so so annoying. Damn it why Buiji had to pick her. 

It was around 2 am in the night when everything started coming to a full circle.

“Yes. Bhairava 5 stat bounty!!” 

Buiji speaks and he slides out from under the car that was slowly coming together, as the a.i. shows him the bounty. 

“Mahavidya, professional thief. Wanted by : the complex? Damn.  Wanted for : various valuable thefts and a special program.”

The request didn't make sense as to why Buiji sounded like a plan as been successful until well the pick showed up. 

The woman was familiar, the same hood, the same mask, the same jacket but most of all he recognized those eyes. Just a few hours ago he realised how beautiful these same eyes were.

“What the hell?” He grumbles, this was the a.i.’s big plan for hiring her? So she has to steal something from the complex and come in their radar and they but a bounty on her head.

“But why help me build his vehicle if it was this easy!?”

He asked, he felt used and he didn't like the feeling one bit.

“Because working in a complex gives you a much better life than simply getting in there. We have everything set up don't tell me you love that woman suddenly?” 

He snorts out loud.

“Don't be ridiculous, there is no such thing as love. That is all nothing but talk in legends."

“Then let's go on hunting."

There is a long pause as he looks at the controller lying on the desk.

“Let's go hunting.”

It takes him a day to pinpoint where she was but he finds her, running across the roofs once again, her mask and hood pulled up as she raises against some of her competitors.

Something pains in his chest as he climbs up the building beside him and her way, hiding from her vision. 

He decided to not think much and just grabs her as she runs past him, pulling her back. The sudden killing of the moment makes her fall back and he catches her on instinct.

Their gazes come to match again, as they stare at each other before she pushes him to stand up.

“You- Which one of your jobs did I ruin this time for you to drag me away from another one of mine.”

She huffed, turning off the mask, her lower half visible and voice more clear and why does his chest hurt? The words die on his tongue as she taps his feet waiting for them.

“None. You're the job this time.”

Wow Buiji really is cold.

Bhairava doesn't have time to curse at the a.i. on his shoulder before it flashes the same bounty screen for her look at.

“You really are an asshole.” 

He thinks he hears betrayal in her voice but the air gets knocked out of him when she kicks him right in the gut. For the first few blows he only defends himself before a punch to his face has him retaliating back and punching her in the gut.

The woman doubles over as he wipes the corner of his mouth free from the blood. He misses a weak hit towards his face but it does send the a.i. flying off his shoulder, he counters it with a kick, pushing her away. 

Feelings are bullshit he doesn't have time for, no one in this world had, he will just hand her over and get those one million units.

The woman growls getting back at him by kicking his legs from under him and straddling his waist to bring punch after punch down on him, a few he managed to block but at least three she managed to land on his cheek bone.

Gritting his teeth he grabs her by the neck and slams her down to the floor, hard. He got up, glaring at her as he pants while she groans on the floor. 

Standing up he goes to bind her hands with cuffs but she kicks him unexpectedly with quite some force, sending him stumbling back and hitting his head hard on one of the rods kept in the drums.

His vision blurs a little, she makes out her heading for him, pulling out a rod and swinging it hard enough to knock him down. 

But before the next hit, he hears her yelp and a number of black figures flying in. He weakly tries to get up but his body gives out and everything goes black.

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