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CHAPTER - VIII | HIS NIYATI

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And I waited for him all night only to finally fall asleep as sleep overtook me; my dream consisted of him and his lips, the one that married me, which I never thought would be mine.

I woke up to the warmth filling me as I snuggled. My sleep slowly left me as I felt small kisses on my exposed shoulder, neck, and jaw, capturing my lips. I found myself leaning as I felt my body heating up. I opened my eyes to find Bhalla drinking my moans as his lips captured mine.

I kept my lips closed to see how far he went, but he found my tactics and brushed his thump slightly at my clothed nipple, making me gasp, and just like that, his tongue found the walls of the mouth. 

I am not sure how long we fought for dominance, but I had to let go to breathe air, which I forgot. He placed his forehead on me, and my sleep left me entirely. 

My eyes searched his as he looked tired, probably not sleeping.

"When did you come back?" my morning voice husked because of the cold. 

The only thing separating me and him is my loosely covered saree in my chest; I was too lazy to tie my saree again and too turned on to get up. 

"Just like 30 minutes before, " he replied, kissing all over my chest. 

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I felt like I had already descended to heaven. 

He sighed as he smiled at me. His thumbs traced my lips. What's the obsession with this boy's thumb and my lips? 

His action made my cheeks burn. "You looked so peaceful in your sleep. But..." His voice lowered, sending shivers down my spine. "I can only control myself for so long."

"is everything ok?" I asked as concern filled me. 

I tried to think what might have happened, but the film only showed bits and pieces. Now I have married him, I am unsure if the event has changed. 

"It seems we have a new threat in the Mahismati borders. The son of Kalakeyas chief Inkoshi seems to be looking for a new attack." I lost the words.

"Will there be war?" I asked softly, my fingers tracing the sharp angles of his face. I am sorry I might have had different thoughts about marrying him, but he's still hot, and I am his wife. 

He took my hand, pressing gentle kisses to my fingertips, one by one, to reassure me. "Perhaps," he admitted. "But don't worry. We've faced them before, and we will triumph again."

God, how did I end up with someone so devastatingly irresistible?

As I shifted to get up and start the day, Bhalla's strong hand wrapped around my wrist, gently pulling me back down to the bed.

"I'm not done with you yet," he murmured, his voice low and laced with a mix of desire and authority.

I turned to look at him, my heart racing in anticipation. His dark and piercing eyes locked with mine, holding me in place as though he could see every thought that crossed my mind.

"The King of Mahishmati always finishes what he starts," he whispered.

And boy, he did finish. 

***

As the day continued, Baahu and Deva came to say goodbye. 

My eyes teared as I watched them go, even after asking them to stay.

"No, we can't. It's the King's order, and we should follow it," Baahu replied, patting my head. Deva looked sad as well. I knew she didn't want to go, but orders were orders.

Kattapa stood beside me and gently led me back inside.

I sighed and walked faster. "Where is the king?" I asked. 

Kattapa replied, "He is discussing the defence and attack plans with the ministers in his chambers. I'll join them shortly."

For a fraction of a second, I considered barging into the meeting. I wanted—no, I needed—to talk to him, but I stopped myself, biting my lip. I didn't want to make a scene in front of the ministers, nor did I want our private matters exposed for others to witness.

So I waited.

Dinner came and went, untouched by me. My restlessness grew as I paced back and forth, my heart heavy with worry and longing.

And then he came.

His lips curved into a soft smile bloom as his eyes found mine. He lit up the room in a way only he could. Without hesitation, he crossed the space between us and hugged me tightly.

But I stood there, not going to let his hot and handsome body manipulate me this time.

"How are you?" he asked, his voice soothing, as he leaned in to kiss me.

But I kept my face emotionless, pulling back slightly.

"What happened?" he asked, concern evident in his tone as his eyes searched mine.

"Baahu and Deva left," I whispered, my voice betraying my sorrow.

His face turned stern, a slight frown forming. "Yes, and what about that? The wedding is over," he replied matter-of-factly, sitting on the bed and pulling me onto his lap.

"I miss them," I admitted softly, my fingers gripping the fabric of his robe. "I hoped they would stay longer."

"You miss them?" he asked, a teasing lilt. "Remember, you only asked for one day with them."

I nodded reluctantly, knowing he was right. But still, the ache in my heart remained.

"But don't you think," I ventured carefully, "now that Mahishmati is under threat, Baahu would be helpful if he stayed here?"

His grip on me tightened slightly, and his eyes darkened as they bore into mine.

"Why?" he asked, his voice low and sharp.

"Because Baahu is strong," I said, choosing my words carefully. "He's a skilled warrior; having him here would strengthen our defences."

For a moment, there was silence. His expression was unreadable, a mix of contemplation and something I couldn't quite place.

Bhalla's grip on my waist tightened as his eyes darkened, jealousy flickering like a wildfire ready to consume everything in its path.

"Let me make something very clear," he began, his voice low and firm.

I tilted my head, searching his face. "Bhalla—"

He held up a hand, silencing me. "Baahu may be strong. He may be skilled. But this kingdom doesn't need him." 

His eyes bored into mine as though daring me to challenge him. "I am the King. I am the protector of Mahishmati and no one else."

The room felt colder, the air heavier. I placed my hand on his cheek, trying to bring him back to me to soothe the tempest brewing inside him. "Bhalla, I wasn't questioning you. I know your strength."

He exhaled sharply, his jaw softening just a fraction as he leaned into my touch. "Then why bring him up?"

"Because I care for you," I whispered, barely audible. "You carry so much on your shoulders, Bhalla. Having Baahu here might help ease the burden, not replace you."

His gaze softened, but jealousy still lingered in his eyes. "I don't need or want him here," he said firmly. 

"Baahu's presence is a distraction. He undermines my authority, whether intentionally or not."

I nodded, choosing my following words carefully. "I trust you, Bhalla."

For a moment, he said nothing, just staring at me with an unreadable expression. Then, he pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You're mine," he said, his voice rough but filled with an unexpected tenderness. "Only mine. Remember that."

"I'm yours," I replied softly, letting the tension dissolve as I leaned into him.

He sighed, the weight of his emotions still present in the air around us, but he seemed calmer now. 

"Come," he said, his tone lighter after a moment, though his grip on me didn't loosen. "It's been a long day. I want to hold you tonight."

I allowed him to guide me to the bed. As he wrapped his arms around me, I hoped the darkness looming inside him would find light in our shared warmth.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Wife | Pt.1《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. 1, 1.9 k Words》

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“It’s been two months, Mama {Trans. ‘Uncle’}.”

“For most women, it was six, my dear.”

“What’s the point of even marrying so many women if he isn’t going to talk to any of them?”

“Political reasons. Amma, Pooja, you should stop waiting for him and go to sleep, my lady.”

The loyal but helpless Kattappa spoke as ‘the King’ Bhallaladeva’s newest concubine resurfaced her face from in between her knees.

The sky was dark and Kattapa had just finished his duty of serving the lady some fruit. It wasn’t quite his duty, but something he chose to do. Pooja never had a proper father and Kattapa was the closest she had ever gotten.

Pooja looked up at the sky and thought over the past few months. It’s already been three years since the defeat of Bahubali and the raising of Bhallaladeva.

Nothing changed much for Pooja, but she knew it was only because she was the daughter of a higher official. The poorer people of the nation though, were being robbed of everything they once owned.

“Are you sure he won’t visit me?” Pooja asked, leaning the side of her face on her knees, looking off into the trees as she rested on the balcony ledge.

“I don’t think it’s likely, my lady.” Kattapa adjusted his sword back into its place and stood before Pooja as she turned her head towards him.

He gave her a sharp bow with his fist to his heart, wished her a good night’s sleep and trotted off, leaving Pooja to think by herself.

True, it had already been two months since she had been betrothed to the king of Mahismati. But not once since her wedding had she seen his face.

Even before the wedding, she had never really seen him. Maybe once or twice when the two were younger and Bhallaladeva was considered one of the high and prideful princes, always finding ways to make his mother proud.

Pooja couldn’t remember if she was merely imagining it, but she also considered the multiple moments of eye contact she and Bhalla had shared previous to their marriage full of romantic tension. Were those gazes they shared a figment of her imagination?

On her wedding day, Pooja and Bhalla had exchanged short glances and a single moment of eye contact. Since then, they had never spoken. Actually, now that Pooja thought about it, Bhalla and Pooja had never spoken even on their wedding day. Not even on their wedding night, which Pooja was eagerly waiting for.

She draped herself in the prettiest white and gold sari that she could afford and waited on the bed covered in flower petals for her beloved. High with the hopes of feeling love and giggling like a schoolgirl, Pooja waited for a few minutes.

Bhalla was not there.

She waited an hour.

Still, no one was there to entertain her or to be entertained by her.

Pooja waited for a couple more hours, her excitement and giddiness ebbing away with every second that passed, till she succumbed to the desire for her sleep.

It was a sad night and an even worse next morning. The very next morning, hoping to wake up to the face of her dear new husband, Pooja awoke to an empty bed, the flower petals on Bhalla’s side undisturbed, making Pooja realise that she had spent the night alone. Her precious wedding night.

The night in which a husband and wife would share moments of intimacy together. She had spent that night alone, all by her lonesome. The same continued for the next two months. Pooja waited patiently and eagerly in her room till late hours every night hoping that at least one day Bhallaladeva would suddenly remember his latest wife and visit her.

But it was never the case.

Pooja, being close with all of his other wives, was told several times to give up and get on with her life. That Bhalla had never visited the other wives before either, and if he did, it was only for the most important of formal reasons. If else, he would send servants.

The other wives pitied Pooja. They even saw a bit of themselves in her, but no one ever waited for Bhalla for that long like a love-sick puppy. They usually gave up after a week or two.

“Ayyo, picchi pilla, {Trans. ‘Oh, you silly girl.’}” Bhalla’s third wife spoke as she peeled an apple with the sharp end of a dagger for her, Pooja and a couple of other wives as they sat around and chatted like they always did.

“He isn’t going to come, Chinni.” Bhalla’s second wife spoke as caressed Pooja’s head affectionately.

“Kadu. Aiyna vastharu. Naku namakam undi. {Trans. ‘No. I believe in him, he’ll come for me.’}” Pooja said softly as she stared at the ground.

“Ma matta vini ayna kosam agadam maneyi, thalli. {Trans. ‘Listen to us and stop waiting around for him, my dear.’}” Another spoke up as Pooja stubbornly cushioned her chin on her kneecap as she leaned her back against a pillar. Pooja shook her head slightly and continued staring forward intently.

“Aiyna ki na meda prema undi. Vastaru. Vacchi teestaru. {Trans. ‘He loves me. He’ll come for you, just you wait.’}”

At Pooja’s words, half the wives burst out in laughter while the others quietly giggled to themselves. Pooja’s head shot up at him in half-confusion and half-anger and she glared at him.

“Enduku navvutunaru!? {Transl. ‘Why’re you laughing!?’}”

“Picchi pilla, {Trans. ‘Silly girl,’}” Bhalla’s fourth wive said, getting up to sit next to Pooja, draping her arm over Pooja’s shoulders. “Asala aiyina ki prema ante ento tellidu. Aiyna ki preminche shakti ledu. {Trans. ‘He doesn’t even know what loves is. He can’t feel love.’}” Pooja’s eyebrows came together in confusion.

“Aithe mari mimmalini ela premistunaru? {Trans. ‘Then how is he loving you all?’}” The girl asked, naively, and once again, the group of women burst into giggles.

“Aiyina mammalini evaruni preminchateledu. {Trans. ‘He isn’t in love with any of us and doesn’t love aany of us.’}”

“He doesn’t even lust after us.”

“What..?” Pooja said, her motuh agape.

“That’s true.” The first wife spoke out, wise as ever, “We’re only married to him because there’s something from our families he wants. Be it armies, money or privileges. Anything.”

“Yes. Never once has he ever shown us affection or love or anything even close.”

“Mari meeku baathaga leda? {Trans. ‘Then are you not sad?’}” Pooja asked, her eyes starting to droop in pity. The other women smiled sweetly, none in pity or sadness.

“No. Not really,” The first said, “He never gave us a reason to love him in the first place, so it was easy. We have our own lives and he has his.”

These words caused a flurry of emotions to erupt within Pooja’s heart but none so as strong as her iron will and faith in the king.

All the wives urged her to move on. They encouraged her to use her status as one of Bhalla’s wives to her advantage and achieve anything she wanted to in life.

But Pooja never gave up hope.

Or at least not till the third month.

Pooja had yet to see hide nor hair of Bhalla, the man she was made to dedicate her life to, and she was starting to lose hope.

Would she finally break and give up like the rest of the wives had? Pooja thought about it that night in the chilly, dark, open balcony.

Was it even worth waiting anymore?

Just as Pooja was about to think not, she heard the sound of shuffling footsteps advancing towards her room.

Pooja’s heart jumped and butterflies attacked her stomach.

Could it be..?

The sound of knocks on Pooja’s door echoed through the room and reached her ears, a sudden feeling of excitement starting to awaken within her, lighting up the entire room.

Pooja shot up and raced out of the balcony, running to the door, her anklets and bangels jingling and dangling as she ran, sounding a sweet harmony at the girl’s glee.

Pooja stood in front of the door, her heart racing. She gulped and reached the large lock that held the two massive maple doors together and with a final surge of excitement she dragged the doors open, her breath fast and her face pink, only to be faced with a punch from disappointment.

In front of her stood not her husband, but rather a young servant. Pooja felt her heart drop and her legs weaken as she grasped onto the door for support.

“Oh… Gowri… What is it?” Pooja asked the servant, her obvious look of excitement dissolving into a bitter look of disappointment.

“My lady, I was sent by-” Assuming that the servant was sent by one of the other wives, Pooja strayed her attention elsewhere, barely listening, holding her tears of self-pity back. “-His Majesty.”

Pooja felt herself nearly topple over as she lost grip on the door, effectively being caught by the surprised servant who helped her readjust her composure.

“Did- Did you just say ‘His Majesty’?” Pooja asked, somewhat contemplating wether she had actually gone insane from yearning for Bhalla for so long that she was now imagining things.

“Yes. His Majesty is summoning you to his quarters.” The servant said and Pooja began seeing stars in front of her eyes.

“Would- Would you please repeat that?” Pooja requested, beginning to lose grasp of herself in the chaos of her mind, her excitement and adrenaline running high.

“His Majesty has sent me to inform you that he wishes to see you in his quarters.”

“Do you know what for..?” Pooja asked. She thought she was being selfish and greedy when she had a tiny hope in her heart that the servant wouldn’t say that Pooja was needed for formal reasons.

“I believe his majesty-” Gowri gulped, tripping over her words and her eyes darting around, avoiding Pooja’s eyes.

“Yes?”

“I-I believe-” Gowri’s eyebrows scrunched together and she let out a quick sigh, “I’m unsure, your highness. I was only tasked with bringing you there.” Gowri said with unease, leaving a puzzled Pooja to wonder by she was being summoned.

“Oh… Alright.” Pooja said, mildly confused, “Aithe pada. {Trans. ‘Then let’s go.’}”

And so set off, the confused wife and the uneasy servant who seemed eager to fidget with her thumbs, desperate to leave.

“Just this way, your highness,” Gowri said, leading Pooja to a set of great big oka doors, far larger than Pooja’s. “His Majesty is waiting inside for you, your highness.” Gowri bowed to Pooja, not lifting her head up.

“But-” Pooja gulped as looked at the doors. “Is this not his Majesty’s room? I thought you were leading me to his office?” Gowri remained in a bow, not answering Pooja or liftening her head up.

Pooja gulped and begrudgingly put her palm on the door. With a slight push of uneasiness, the doors creaked open ever so slightly and with the noise of the door, the poor servant jumped and scampered away, keeping her head low in a bow.

Pooja turned her attention away from the jumpy servant and back to the door’s creak, from which the light of torches was spilling out. Pooja opened the door a little more and slowly poked her head inside, looking around to see where Bhallaladeva was and what he wanted with her.

Pooja didn’t know a thing about Bhalla’s room, for she had never been there.

Truth be told, no wife of Bhalla’s had ever gotten as close to his room as Pooja was now, so she knew it was urgent.

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okay. Okay. The Baahubali film duology is a fucking masterpiece. The writing, the story, the cinematography and music is almost perfect. It has strong female characters, who are queens, warriors and rebels. It portrays the rich culture of the tamils. It will easily be one of the best film series out there.

but. But

You CANNOT look at this fucking screenshot and tell me it does not remind you of Shrek.

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Baahubali (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Amarendra Baahubali/Devasena, Bhalladeva/Original Female Character Characters: Amarendra Baahubali, Bhalladeva, Sivagami Devi, Bijalla Deva, Original Female Character(s), Kattapa, Sanga, Pindaris, Kalakeyas, Original Male Character(s), Kumara Varma, Devasena Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mystery, Kooli temple, Udhayagiri, Waterfall, Kunthala, The Islands of Malawa, Nishada, Adventure, Politics Summary:

What if there had been more shades of grey in the political atmosphere spanning for generations in the kingdom of Mahishmati as it had evolved? Does it have any bearing on the current generation? How will they cope?

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Amarendra Baahubali listening to a lullaby.

Bonus: Kattappa

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sometimes i think abt that one racist anon that accused me of not “talking like” a poc (because as we all know, all poc speak the same way, and given that my general speech patterns are that i sound like i’m writing an essay half the time but with more copious usage of the word “fuck”, it’s Certainly not racist to imply that only white ppl use academic language or big words, right?)

but like. yesterday a tweet reminded me of the existence of a certain movie and more than 24 hours later im still cracking up bc anon whoever you are, wherever you are: i promise you not a single white person has this many strong opinions about the baahubali franchise.

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Wife | Pt. 1《Bharya》B. Deva

☆Bhallaladeva x Fem! Reader☆

Synopsis: Y/n and Bhallaladeva have been married for three months but after their wedding ceremony came to an end, y/n 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 y/n to his quarters late one night, y/n hopes to fulfil their unstarted martial duties, instead, Bhalla requests that y/n do something else for him. Something y/n never expected to hear from the ruthless king of Mahismati. 《Pt. 1, 1.9k Words》

Note: This is the x reader version of this fic. If you would like to read the OC version, it will be available on my OC masterlist page! ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

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“It’s been two months, Mama {Trans. ‘Uncle’}.”

“For most women, it was six, my dear.”

“What’s the point of even marrying so many women if he isn’t going to talk to any of them?”

“Political reasons. Amma, Y/n, you should stop waiting for him and go to sleep, my lady.”

The loyal but helpless Kattappa spoke as ‘the King’ Bhallaladeva’s newest concubine resurfaced her face from in between her knees.

The sky was dark and Kattapa had just finished his duty of serving the lady some fruit. It wasn’t quite his duty, but something he chose to do. Y/n never had a proper father and Kattapa was the closest she had ever gotten.

Y/n looked up at the sky and thought over the past few months. It’s already been three years since the defeat of Bahubali and the raising of Bhallaladeva.

Nothing changed much for Y/n, but she knew it was only because she was the daughter of a higher official. The poorer people of the nation though, were being robbed of everything they once owned.

“Are you sure he won’t visit me?” Y/n asked, leaning the side of her face on her knees, looking off into the trees as she rested on the balcony ledge.

“I don’t think it’s likely, my lady.” Kattapa adjusted his sword back into its place and stood before Y/n as she turned her head towards him.

He gave her a sharp bow with his fist to his heart, wished her a good night’s sleep and trotted off, leaving y/n to think by herself.

True, it had already been two months since she had been betrothed to the king of Mahismati. But not once since her wedding had she seen his face.

Even before the wedding, she had never really seen him. Maybe once or twice when the two were younger and Bhallaladeva was considered one of the high and prideful princes, always finding ways to make his mother proud.

Y/n couldn’t remember if she was merely imagining it, but she also considered the multiple moments of eye contact she and Bhalla had shared previous to their marriage full of romantic tension. Were those gazes they shared a figment of her imagination?

On her wedding day, y/n and Bhalla had exchanged short glances and a single moment of eye contact. Since then, they had never spoken. Actually, now that y/n thought about it, Bhalla and y/n had never spoken even on their wedding day. Not even on their wedding night, which Y/n was eagerly waiting for.

She draped herself in the prettiest white and gold sari that she could afford and waited on the bed covered in flower petals for her beloved. High with the hopes of feeling love and giggling like a schoolgirl, Y/n waited for a few minutes.

Bhalla was not there.

She waited an hour.

Still, no one was there to entertain her or to be entertained by her.

Y/n waited for a couple more hours, her excitement and giddiness ebbing away with every second that passed, till she succumbed to the desire for her sleep.

It was a sad night and an even worse next morning. The very next morning, hoping to wake up to the face of her dear new husband, Y/n awoke to an empty bed, the flower petals on Bhalla’s side undisturbed, making Y/n realise that she had spent the night alone. Her precious wedding night.

The night in which a husband and wife would share moments of intimacy together. She had spent that night alone, all by her lonesome. The same continued for the next two months. Y/n waited patiently and eagerly in her room till late hours every night hoping that at least one day Bhallaladeva would suddenly remember his latest wife and visit her.

But it was never the case.

Y/n, being close with all of his other wives, was told several times to give up and get on with her life. That Bhalla had never visited the other wives before either, and if he did, it was only for the most important of formal reasons. If else, he would send servants.

The other wives pitied Y/n. They even saw a bit of themselves in her, but no one ever waited for Bhalla for that long like a love-sick puppy. They usually gave up after a week or two.

“Ayyo, picchi pilla, {Trans. ‘Oh, you silly girl.’}” Bhalla’s third wife spoke as she peeled an apple with the sharp end of a dagger for her, Y/n and a couple of other wives as they sat around and chatted like they always did.

“He isn’t going to come, Chinni.” Bhalla’s second wife spoke as caressed Y/n’s head affectionately.

“Kadu. Aiyna vastharu. Naku namakam undi. {Trans. ‘No. I believe in him, he’ll come for me.’}” Y/n said softly as she stared at the ground.

“Ma matta vini aiyna kosam agadam maneyi, thalli. {Trans. ‘Listen to us and stop waiting around for him, my dear.’}” Another spoke up as Y/n stubbornly cushioned her chin on her kneecap as she leaned her back against a pillar. Y/n shook her head slightly and continued staring forward intently.

“Aiyna ki na meda prema undi. Vastaru. Vacchi teestaru. {Trans. ‘He loves me. He’ll come for you, just you wait.’}”

At Y/n’s words, half the wives burst out in laughter while the others quietly giggled to themselves. Y/n’s head shot up at him in half-confusion and half-anger and she glared at him.

“Enduku navvutunaru!? {Transl. ‘Why’re you laughing!?’}”

“Picchi pilla, {Trans. ‘Silly girl,’}” Bhalla’s fourth wive said, getting up to sit next to y/n, draping her arm over y/n’s shoulders. “Asala aiyina ki prema ante ento tellidu. Aiyna ki preminche shakti ledu. {Trans. ‘He doesn’t even know what loves is. He can’t feel love.’}” Y/n’s eyebrows came together in confusion.

“Aithe mari mimmalini ela premistunaru? {Trans. ‘Then how is he loving you all?’}” The girl asked, naively, and once again, the group of women burst into giggles.

“Aiyna mammalini evaruni preminchateledu. {Trans. ‘He isn’t in love with any of us and doesn’t love aany of us.’}”

“He doesn’t even lust after us.”

“What..?” Y/n said, her motuh agape.

“That’s true.” The first wife spoke out, wise as ever, “We’re only married to him because there’s something from our families he wants. Be it armies, money or privileges. Anything.”

“Yes. Never once has he ever shown us affection or love or anything even close.”

“Mari meeku baathaga leda? {Trans. ‘Then are you not sad?’}” Y/n asked, her eyes starting to droop in pity. The other women smiled sweetly, none in pity or sadness.

“No. Not really,” The first said, “He never gave us a reason to love him in the first place, so it was easy. We have our own lives and he has his.”

These words caused a flurry of emotions to erupt within y/n’s heart but none so as strong as her iron will and faith in the king.

All the wives urged her to move on. They encouraged her to use her status as one of Bhalla’s wives to her advantage and achieve anything she wanted to in life.

But y/n never gave up hope.

Or at least not till the third month.

Y/n had yet to see hide nor hair of Bhalla, the man she was made to dedicate her life to, and she was starting to lose hope.

Would she finally break and give up like the rest of the wives had? Y/n thought about it that night in the chilly, dark, open balcony.

Was it even worth waiting anymore?

Just as y/n was about to think not, she heard the sound of shuffling footsteps advancing towards her room.

Y/n’s heart jumped and butterflies attacked her stomach.

Could it be..?

The sound of knocks on Y/n’s door echoed through the room and reached her ears, a sudden feeling of excitement starting to awaken within her, lighting up the entire room.

Y/n shot up and raced out of the balcony, running to the door, her anklets and bangels jingling and dangling as she ran, sounding a sweet harmony at the girl’s glee.

Y/n stood in front of the door, her heart racing. She gulped and reached the large lock that held the two massive maple doors together and with a final surge of excitement she dragged the doors open, her breath fast and her face pink, only to be faced with a punch from disappointment.

In front of her stood not her husband, but rather a young servant. Y/n felt her heart drop and her legs weaken as she grasped onto the door for support.

“Oh… Gowri… What is it?” Y/n asked the servant, her obvious look of excitement dissolving into a bitter look of disappointment.

“My lady, I was sent by-” Assuming that the servant was sent by one of the other wives, y/n strayed her attention elsewhere, barely listening, holding her tears of self-pity back. “-His Majesty.”

Y/n felt herself nearly topple over as she lost grip on the door, effectively being caught by the surprised servant who helped her readjust her composure.

“Did- Did you just say ‘His Majesty’?” Y/n asked, somewhat contemplating wether she had actually gone insane from yearning for Bhalla for so long that she was now imagining things.

“Yes. His Majesty is summoning you to his quarters.” The servant said and Y/n began seeing stars in front of her eyes.

“Would- Would you please repeat that?” Y/n requested, beggining to lose grasp of herself in the chaos of her mind, her excitement and adrenaline running high.

“His Majesty has sent me to inform you that he wishes to see you in his quarters.”

“Do you know what for..?” Y/n asked. She thought she was being selfish and greedy when she had a tiny hope in her heart that the servant wouldn’t say that y/n was needed for formal reasons.

“I believe his majesty-” Gowri gulped, tripping over her words and her eyes darting around, avoiding Y/n’s eyes.

“Yes?”

“I-I believe-” Gowri’s eyebrows scrunched together and she let out a quick sigh, “I’m unsure, your highness. I was only tasked with bringing you there.” Gowri said with unease, leaving a puzzled Y/n to wonder by she was being summoned.

“Oh… Alright.” Y/n said, mildly confused, “Aithe pada. {Trans. ‘Then let’s go.’}”

And so set off, the confused wife and the uneasy servant who seemed eager to fidget with her thumbs, desperate to leave.

“Just this way, your highness,” Gowri said, leading Y/n to a set of great big oka doors, far larger than Y/n’s. “His Majesty is waiting inside for you, your highness.” Gowri bowed to Y/n, not lifting her head up.

“But-” Y/n gulped as looked at the doors. “Is this not his Majesty’s room? I thought you were leading me to his office?” Gowri remained in a bow, not answering Y/n or liftening her head up.

Y/n gulped and begrudgingly put her palm on the door. With a slight push of uneasiness, the doors creaked open ever so slightly and with the noise of the door, the poor servant jumped and scampered away, keeping her head low in a bow.

Y/n turned her attention away from the jumpy servant and back to the door’s creak, from which the light of torches was spilling out. Y/n opened the door a little more and slowly poked her head inside, looking around to see where Bhallaladeva was and what he wanted with her.

Y/n didn’t know a thing about Bhalla’s room, for she had never been there.

Truth be told, no wife of Bhalla’s had ever gotten as close to his room as Y/n was now, so she knew it was urgent.

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