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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

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

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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nidhi-writes · 27 days

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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.

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Bhallaladeva sat on his throne, the weight of the crown heavy on his brow. Mahishmati had stood unchallenged for years, its power unrivalled, its king unbowed. He was waiting for his son Bhadra to return with that wretch Devasena, who got away with the help of some foolish boy.

One of his most loyal guards, Nandha, entered the throne room with sadness looming in his eyes. Bowing deeply, he awaited Bhallaladeva's acknowledgement before speaking.

"My King," Nandha began, his voice laced with sadness, "We have sad news: our Prince Bhadra has been beheaded" hearing this news, Bhallaldeva stood up with anger evident in his eyes.

"What are you saying? Who did it?" He is ready to have his way with the one who caused him and his son pain." Nandha explained everything that happened, bringing Bhallaldeva to his knees, and his father beside him was also angry about the news. But before Bhallaldeva ordered anything, Nandha interrupted as he revealed, "But we have captured something invaluable that will ensure our victory without a single drop of blood being shed."

Bhallaladeva's eyebrow arched in interest. The guard's confidence was intriguing. "Show me this prize you speak of," he commanded, rising from his throne. He wanted to see for himself what Nandha believed could be so valuable.

The guard led him through the palace's winding corridors and down into the cold, damp dungeons, where the crown's most dangerous enemies were kept. As they approached a particular cell, Nandha gestured towards it, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Inside, Bhallaladeva saw a young woman, no more than twenty years old, sprawled on the floor, her long hair fanned out around her like a dark halo. Despite the cell's dirt and grime, her youth and beauty were undeniable. Her face was peaceful in unconsciousness, but there was an undeniable strength in her features that caught his attention.

A smirk curled at the corner of Bhallaladeva’s lips as he turned to Nandha. "Explain."

Nandha straightened, eager to please. "My King, this girl is the sister of Shivudu—the very man who beheaded your son Bhadra. I overheard Kattappa's revelations to this boy—Shivudu is no other than Mahendra Baahubali, the son of your greatest enemy, Amarendra Baahubali."

Bhallaladeva’s eyes darkened with fury at the mention of Shivudu’s name. The wound of losing his son Bhadra was still fresh, and now, to learn that the one who killed him was Amarendra’s spawn filled him with a burning rage.

Nandha continued, sensing his master’s anger. "This girl was with the rebels, preparing to march against you. I seized the opportunity and captured her, knowing she would be the perfect leverage. With her in our grasp, Mahendra Baahubali will surrender without a fight."

Bhallaladeva’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. "You have done well, Nandha. Very well, indeed. Guard the gates, close off the kingdom. No one enters or leaves without my command. Let them come, let them try to breach Mahishmati. They will find nothing but death and despair."

Nandha bowed deeply, his chest swelling with pride at the king’s praise. "It shall be done, my King."

As Nandha left to carry out his orders, Bhallaladeva remained, his eyes fixed on the girl in the cell. The thought of using her as a pawn in his game brought him grim satisfaction. But something more about her stirred an emotion he couldn’t quite place.

Hours passed, and word reached Bhallaladeva that the girl was beginning to wake. He wasted no time returning to the dungeons, eager to see how this little bird would react when she realized who held her captive.

As he entered the cell, he saw her stirring, her eyes fluttering open. She pushed herself up slowly, disoriented, and Bhallaladeva watched with a dark, silent amusement as she took in her surroundings.

When she finally looked up and met his gaze, he saw the confusion in her eyes, the way she didn’t immediately recognize him. That made him pause, an unfamiliar feeling creeping over him—was it... shyness? He dismissed it quickly, but not before the thought had planted in his mind.

“Who are you?” she asked, her voice steady despite the fear he knew she must be feeling.

Bhallaladeva chuckled, the sound reverberating through the small cell. “You don’t know who I am?” he replied, stepping closer, towering over her. “How intriguing. It’s been a long time since someone didn’t recognize me.”

She frowned, a flicker of defiance in her gaze that only intrigued him more. He had expected terror and submission, but this girl… was different. There was strength in her that drew him in despite the circumstances. He could feel his heartbeat quicken—a sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Let me go!” she demanded, though he could hear the tremor in her voice.

He leaned in, his eyes locking with hers, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “You should care who I am,” he said, a sinister edge to his tone. “I am Bhallaladeva, the king of Mahishmati.”

He watched as her eyes widened in realization, fear finally creeping into her expression. But along with that fear, there was something else—something in how she looked at him that made his chest tighten. Was it… attraction? The idea was absurd, yet he couldn’t deny how his blood heated under her gaze.

Despite himself, Bhallaladeva felt a flicker of something he hadn’t felt in years—an awareness of his power, not just as a ruler, but as a man. The thought made him smirk, but it also unsettled him. This girl was his prisoner, a tool to be used against his enemies. He couldn’t afford to be distracted by anything else.

But as he turned to leave, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was different from anyone he had ever encountered. She wasn’t just a pawn but a challenge he couldn’t wait to unravel.

For now, he would let her stew in her fear and uncertainty. But soon, he would return. And when he did, he would ensure that she understood exactly who held her life—and her brother's fate—in his hands.

Bhallaladeva left the cell, his mind racing with thoughts of the battle ahead and of the girl who had, for a fleeting moment, made him feel something other than the cold, unyielding rage that had defined him for so long. But whatever that feeling was, it would not deter him from his purpose.

Mahendra Baahubali would come for his sister. And when he did, Bhallaladeva would be ready.

The sun hung low in the sky as Mahendra Baahubali, Devasena, Kattappa, Avantika, and their loyal followers marched towards Mahishmati. Devasena carried the severed head of Bhadra, her face set in grim determination. The image of vengeance incarnate, she was ready to end the tyranny of Bhallaladeva once and for all. Mahendra, walking beside her, was the very image of his father, Amarendra Baahubali, the legendary warrior who had once protected these lands.

As they approached the gates of Mahishmati, Mahendra’s likeness to his father was undeniable—his strength, resolve, and gait mirrored the great Amarendra. Bhallaladeva, watching from the high walls of his palace, felt a shiver of unease. It was as if a ghost from his past was marching towards him, ready to exact retribution.

But that moment of unease quickly faded as Bhallaladeva’s lips curled into a dark, twisted smile. He had a card to play, one that would shatter the resolve of this army of rebels. He turned to his guard, his voice a low, commanding growl. “Bring the little bird here.”

A short while later, the heavy iron doors of the palace creaked open, and Shiya was dragged out, her hands and feet bound in heavy chains. Her once vibrant eyes now reflected fear and defiance as she was forced to the front of the balcony where Bhallaladeva stood. He reached out, gripping her long, dark hair, and yanked her forward, ensuring she was visible to those below.

The rebels came to an abrupt halt. Their eyes widened as they recognized Shiya, Mahendra Baahubali's sister, bound and at the mercy of their enemy. Devasena’s heart clenched, her warrior’s facade faltering momentarily as she saw the young woman in such a vulnerable state. Mahendra’s hands curled into fists, his anger seething beneath his calm exterior.

Bhallaladeva’s smirk widened as he leaned down, his face close to Shiya’s. The scent of her hair filled his senses, and he revelled in the power he held over her—and, by extension, over the army below. He nuzzled his nose against her hair, feeling the involuntary shiver that ran through her body. Despite her defiance, he could sense her fear and something else—something she was desperately trying to suppress.

Shiya cursed herself inwardly for the way her body reacted to his touch. This man was a monster, cruel and ruthless, and yet his proximity ignited a confusing mix of emotions within her. She bit her lip to stifle a gasp as his teeth grazed the delicate skin near her ear. Bhallaladeva smiled wickedly, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Take another step," Bhallaladeva’s voice boomed across the battlefield, "and you’ll be collecting your precious Shiya’s lifeless body." He tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head back slightly to expose her neck, a silent threat that chilled the blood of those watching.

The rebels stood frozen, their plan in tatters. Mahendra and Kattappa exchanged glances, the need for a new strategy clear. They couldn’t risk Shiya’s life, not when she was so vulnerable. This wasn’t just a battle of swords and strength—it was a battle of wills, and Bhallaladeva was forcing their hand.

Satisfied with their hesitation, Bhallaladeva pushed Shiya back towards the palace's interior. His hand found its way to her neck, his grip firm as he forced her to follow him inside. Shiya stumbled slightly, her heart pounding with fear and confusion. Her mind raced, searching for a way to escape and warn her brother, but Bhallaladeva’s hold was relentless.

As they disappeared from view, Bhallaladeva’s mind buzzed with the thrill of his victory. The look of terror in the eyes of his enemies was intoxicating, but the woman at his side—this unexpected and intriguing little bird—added a new dimension to his triumph.

Mahendra and the others watched helplessly as the palace doors closed behind them. The sight of Shiya in chains, at the mercy of Bhallaladeva, left a bitter taste in their mouths. They couldn’t afford to lose her but couldn’t rush in blindly.

"We need a new plan," Kattappa murmured, his voice heavy with the weight of their situation.

Mahendra nodded, his mind already racing through possibilities. They had come so far, but now faced a ruthless and cunning enemy. Bhallaladeva had shown them that this battle would not be won by strength alone.

But one thing was sure—Mahendra would not rest until his sister was safe and Bhallaladeva’s reign of terror was ended. No matter the cost.

***

Inside the palace, Bhallaladeva led Shiya deeper into the labyrinth of halls, his grip never loosening. Shiya’s heart pounded as she tried to steel herself against her overwhelming situation. She couldn’t afford to show weakness—not to him or the man who held her fate.

But as she walked, she could feel the weight of his gaze on her, how his presence filled the space around her, and it took everything to keep her composure.

Bhallaladeva’s mind was already working on how to use this situation to his advantage. The little bird at his side was more than just a captive—she was a weapon he intended to wield with precision. And perhaps, along the way, he would find out just how much power he held over her.

For now, though, he would savour the victory he had already claimed. The rebels were at his mercy, and with Shiya as his leverage, Mahishmati would remain unchallenged, its throne unshaken.

But in the back of his mind, the image of Mahendra Baahubali haunted him—a reminder that the ghost of Amarendra was still alive, and this war was far from over.

And as for Shiya, he couldn’t help but wonder—how long before she would break under the weight of his will? Or perhaps, just perhaps, would she be the one to challenge him in ways he had never anticipated?

Only time will tell.

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After being pulled away from the balcony where Bhallaladeva had held her in his grip, Shiya was led back into the palace. But instead of returning to the cold, dark cell she had been thrown into earlier, she was taken to a lavish chamber. The sudden change in her surroundings caught her off guard—how could her circumstances shift so drastically in such a short period?

The chamber was adorned with luxurious silks and rich items, starkly contrasting to the grim cell she had been kept before. Before she could process the situation, an elderly woman with a kind smile entered the room.

"I am Bangara Amma," the woman introduced herself, her voice soft and soothing. "I’ve been instructed to take care of you."

Shiya narrowed her eyes, suspicion immediately rising. How could one man, Bhallaladeva, be so mercurial? One moment, he was a predator, lurking too close, making her feel things she loathed herself for, and the next, he seemed to want to treat her like some cherished possession.

Bangara Amma guided her to the bathhouse connected to the chamber. Shiya reluctantly followed, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. As she was bathed and dressed in luxurious silks that clung to her skin, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being a prisoner in golden chains. The richness of the attire did nothing to ease her discomfort; it only heightened her awareness of the strange, twisted game Bhallaladeva was playing.

Left alone in the chamber again, Shiya immediately began searching for a way out. The walls were thick, the windows high and unyielding, but as she scanned the floor, something caught her eye—a sharp nail, probably left behind by accident. She quickly grabbed it and hid it in her hair, a reassuring weapon in the face of her helplessness.

She moved to the balcony, briefly considering the idea of escaping by climbing down. But the height was dizzying, and she realized with a sinking feeling that it was impossible—there was no way to scale down with just a saree. Before she could think of another plan, footsteps echoed through the chamber. She stiffened, knowing exactly who it was.

She faced the outside, trying to ignore the growing tension in her body as Bhallaladeva’s presence loomed behind her. She could feel the heat of his body even before he spoke.

"Not planning to jump, are we?" Bhallaladeva’s voice was laced with amusement as he chuckled softly.

Shiya kept her eyes fixed on the view, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her fear. "What if I did?" she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.

Bhallaladeva laughed, a deep, resonant sound that sent a shiver down her spine. He stepped closer until she could feel his breath on her neck, the proximity suffocating and intoxicating all at once. He was so close that the warmth of his body seemed to seep into hers, a sensation that made her knees weak. To her shame, a faint moan escaped her lips, but thankfully, it was too soft for him to hear.

"Well, we wouldn’t want anything to happen to my little bird, now would we?" he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his voice sending a jolt through her entire being. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she swallowed hard to maintain her composure.

"Why do you care?" Shiya managed to ask, turning her head slightly to look at him, though she regretted it immediately. His gaze was intense, almost predatory, and yet there was something else—something that made her pulse race even faster.

Bhallaladeva smirked, clearly enjoying her defiance. Despite the tremor in her voice, he could see that she was trying to stand her ground. His little bird was brave, even in her fear.

Without warning, he reached out, his hand wrapping lightly around her throat. He pulled her back against him, her body now fully pressed against his. Shiya gasped at the contact, the heat of his body radiating through the thin fabric of her saree, making her breath hitch.

His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path from her throat to her lips, the touch sending a shockwave of unwanted desire through her. Shiya’s knuckles turned white as she gripped the railing, her body betraying her mind’s refusal to acknowledge his effect on her.

"I care for what is mine," Bhallaladeva whispered, his voice dark and possessive. "And my little bird, everything that ventures into my kingdom belongs to me. That includes you."

Just as he loomed above her, merely away from her lips as his breath covered her face, causing her to tremble inside, a part of her wanted his lips on her and wanted to taste him and have his way with her.

With that, he released her, stepping back as if nothing had happened. But Shiya was left trembling, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her mind was a whirl of confusion and fear, her innocence tarnished by the dangerous man who now claimed her as his own.

As Bhallaladeva left the chamber, Shiya collapsed against the balcony railing, her heart pounding. What had she become in this short span of time? A prisoner? A pawn? Or something more twisted—something she didn’t even want to think about?

But what scares her is that her body and mind are trying to betray herself and others to be with him and have what she craves. HIM

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thisisasafezone0 · 1 year

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°˖✿˚⋆ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 ⋆˚✿˖°

CHAPTER ONE — Saved By The Bell —

third person pov

Y/N woke up with a start. Her head was throbbing as was the need to turn her alarm off. She blindly tapped at her screen and mentally complained about school. Once the 'stop' button was pressed, she got up faster than normal. A shiver went up her spine when her feet touched the floor. She hopped off her bed and instantly stumbled into her desk chair, hitting her new uniform.

'Oh, I would hate to damage that.' She rolled her eyes. She, as normal, didn't want to go to school. This time for a much different reason than usual. Her parents had forced her to move, despite the fact that she was officially a legal adult. She blamed the whole situation on her parents' partnership with Saiko Corp. To say the least, she was not exceptionally happy about it.

"Live alone, they said, you'll be fine, they said. It's as if they want me dead," she muttered, brushing off her uniform and beginning to change. She hadn't wanted to live alone, especially with rumors of a murderer running loose through her future school. But as she hoped, if she was nice enough, she wouldn't get hurt. Back at her old school, she was popular, fun, and people were oh so disappointed when she left. She couldn't help but think back to her many admirers. She never particularly liked them. She thought they were annoying douchebags who were trying to win her over by flexing their muscles.

As she zipped up her skirt, she noticed how the uniform was slightly too revealing for her taste. 'Who the hell designed these? I feel like I'm in a stereotypical romance anime.' She took note of the too-short skirt and put on tights under, just to be safe, all while mentally cursing the principal. She swiftly put on her shoes and ran downstairs after grabbing her bag. She mentally recounted all of her items about five times while eating breakfast. Quickly, Y/N grabbed her phone and keys and made her way outside.

Once her door was locked, she turned around to see a suspicious-looking man with black hair at her mailbox. He was wearing the male Akedemi uniform and looked to be a year older than her. He seemed as if he was waiting for her. This had to be the guy her mother hired to watch her. 'Great. Yet another guy following me around. Why don't you add a few more?'

Y/N walked up to him and tapped his shoulder when he didn't look up from his phone. Piercing red eyes met doe-eyed cautious ones and Y/N wished she had brought her taser, just in case. He looked her up and down and her skin started to crawl, her fingernails digging into her palm.

"You're Y/N L/N." The man's eyes narrowed and he revealed his phone screen, a screenshot of some texts, one of them a picture of the girl in question. He then stepped back and held his hand out, Y/N shaking it a moment later. "I assume you know why I'm here, so let's start with the basics. You can call me Nemesis."

The gears in Y/N's head started to turn and she let out a small, unexpected wheeze. Her hand fell from his and his eyebrows furrowed. "Oh wow, I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting that. Don't you have a last name?"

"I am afraid that would be none of your business." His eyes seemed to be staring right through hers, and she struggled to not argue that it is technically her business. She just hummed a response and began to walk past him. "You do remember I need to stay with you all the time, correct? That would also entail me walking you to and from school."

"Awww, Nemesis, you want to walk to school together? How sweet." The ravenette rolled his eyes and followed after her, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"You act as if this is a choice."

"Oh come on, you chose to take this job. You're basically in love with me." The man merely huffed at her words, Y/N sticking her tongue out at him playfully. "Don't be so grumpy. I need more positive energy in my life and you are one hundred percent not helping."

The two continued walking in silence (aka Nemesis refused to answer any and all of Y/N's questions). Once the two reached the Akademi High gates, Nemesis cleared his throat to get the girl's attention. She quickly turned to him and put on a bright smile. The ravenette, of course, being trained in telling when someone is lying, immediately knew it was fake. So, as what seemed to be usual, he stared at Y/N, unimpressed.

"Listen, I know that you do not want this whatsoever. And I understand that, believe me." He took a step closer to her, his hands falling on her shoulders. "However, I was ordered to protect you. And I swear that I will. There is no need to pretend around me, just please cooperate." Y/N stared into his dull, red eyes, getting slightly flustered from their close proximity. She feared saying anything, so she mutely nodded instead.

Nemesis sighed and looked around at the students walking in. He was reminded of how important it was to be safe and respectful around others, especially his clients, so he swiftly stepped away from Y/N. The h/c-ette started to fiddle with her hair nervously and she took a step forward.

"Come on, Nemesis. I'm getting bored already."

He paused and pulled out his schedule. Well, technically their schedule, since the student council president arranged for Nemesis to never leave Y/N's side. The girl in question crossed her arms over her chest and smiled, putting on a confident facade. She couldn't have people knowing she was nervous, who knows what they would do if her guard was down.

By the lockers, most of the people stared at the two new students. About three-quarters of the highschool had been going to school together since they were children, and if not, people transferred before their first year. Second or third year transfer students were unheard of. Especially ones that looked so... different.

The two were polar opposites, Y/N grinning and waving at people while Nemesis glared and overall ignored everyone they passed. Some students were clearly afraid of the man, their fear bleeding into their eyes. Y/N noticed and lightly nudged him in the side, trying to mentally tell him to 'just be cool'. He only raised an eyebrow and sped up to approach the stairs. The girl sighed and hurried after him.

Once in the classroom, the duo was met with stares from the currently present students, making up about half of their class. The whispers about them started the second Nemesis leaned towards Y/N.

"Just don't be nervous, alright?" The girl next to him smiled and nodded, her expression changed into excitement when her eyes landed on two specific people behind him. Her grin grew tenfold as she rushed over to the duo.

Taeko Yamada and Osano Najimi. Two childhood best friends, one sweet, one salty, both missing their other friend.

The ravenette leaped out of her desk to wrap Y/N in a tight hug, her face buried in the girl's shoulder. The ginger behind them breathed out Y/N's name in disbelief as he leaned against his desk. Taeko pulled away and stared at the h/c-ette in front of her. She starts laughing, her eyes glossy.

"Oh my god, you're here, you're really here. How- I mean- why didn't you tell me, uh, us that you were coming back? I- we missed you so much." The girl with gray eyes stared into the excited ones before hers.

The orange boy's astounded voice rang through the classroom, exclaiming his friend's name. Y/N looked over Taeko's shoulder at the male, him blushing under her gaze.

Osano nudged the ravenette and stared at the other girl, unsure of what to do. In a second, his arms are wrapped around her, her face buried in his neck. He sighed contentedly after a moment, then quickly pulled away and placed his hands on her shoulders.

He smiled slightly, "So how've you been without us?"

"Well, you know. I've managed."

He laughed a bit and gestured to the girl behind him, "Taeko has been going crazy without you. I'm telling you, just the other day, she was complaining about how much she still missed you. I mean, I also missed you, but, like, not as much as her." Y/N laughed along with him as the black haired female elbowed him, her face flushing slightly.

The bell rings after they chat for a moment, reminding Taeko that she has to go to a completely different hallway, due to her being a third year. She quickly waved goodbye, embracing Y/N before running off. Y/N giggled quietly, rolling her eyes, sitting down where Taeko was. Osano paused for a second and then sat down next to her.

Behind Y/N, the forgotten ravenette started talking, startling her. "Wow, I didn't know you had friends here."

Osano looked confused as he pointed to Nemesis who took the other seat next to Y/N. "Oh, it's the other new student. Do you know him?"

Y/N smiled at him brightly, "No, I don't."

"Ok, cool." His head snapped back towards Y/N and Nemesis, "Wait what?" She waved him off as the teacher started talking.

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myvarya · 26 days

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Chapter 1 of the unspoken vow is deleted.....(AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHJHHHHHHHJHHJHJJHJJJ)...I am fine, I will write another one😊

#i am totally fine 😊#totally normal about this #completely fine #prabhas #rana daggubati #kalki2898ad fanfic #bhairava kalki #kalki cinematic universe

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hyewka · 10 months

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fetish! (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

the way i dont read mfm threesomes cause they just dont make it for me but this !! made !! it !! for !! me !! I gave it a go bc it was your writing and i love your writing and it didnt disappoint 😭

now you said its an open ending kinda thing so IM CHOOSING TO BELIEVE that obvi oc had feelings for yj, he didnt feel the same but after seeing her all gone like that someeething changed which made him see her in a new romantic light (yes that something is actually just sex wtvr) and its majorly annoyed ab it cause him?? catching feelings??? and not being sure she has them back????, problem is that it happened the same with her for beomgyu, so now she cant seem to stop thinking about him in that light cause his intense behavior has her obsessed with him when AKSHULLY ☝️🤓 it was beomgyu the one reeeeally into her before everything went down as shown by his eagerness BUTTT since he promised her nothing would change and bc he is dumb enough not to notice her heart eyes every time she looks at him, he's COMMITTED to get over her and is choosing the "trying not to let my feelings show and she and everyone and their moms think i hate her now" way which like I said is dumb but yeah beomgyu so anyways it only makes everything just more more complicated cause I like complicated and thats the thought I would be leaving this piece of work with

thank you for writing something so good it makes me write another whole fanfic in my mind ly fr fr

I don’t usually read threesomes in general so it was a little bit of a mental challenge to write something I don’t enjoy a ton lol but I quite enjoyed writing it when I eventually got started on it so I’m happy that it translated to a piece people enjoyed :,)

Ooooh these theories!!! Yeonjun starting to see her in a romantic light after fucking is entirely plausible lmao. Him being annoyed about catching feelings because of the unsure aspect is 😂 I did write fetish with mc starting to like Beomgyu in mind, or at least some sort of switch flipping on after watching the sex tape and even more so when he gets down on his knees to eagerly eat her out, a little different from how Yeonjun does it (hes more skillful and has more intent with every little thing he does, beomgyu…the opposite 😭).

Now, what I chose to leave up to the reader is whether Beomgyu likes her or not. Yes he couldve been eager to fuck her because he likes her, orrrrr he couldve been eager because hes a horny dog and he finds mc, in his own words, “mega hot” 😂 I do see the him keeping his promise backfiring a little because he makes dumb decisions like that, definitely in character lmfaooo

Thank you for letting me in your thoughts on it, I enjoyed reading 😭

#✶ ━━ rana ; answered #writing a fanfic in your head LMFAO #real

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ranacr0ak · 1 year

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I think it’s funny that the only “guy” I ever had a crush on, and my last thread of bisexuality, ended up being a trans girl lmao

#also apparently she ALSO had a crush on me in middle school #I thought she was cool bc she was super cool and confident and she thought I WAS COOL bc I was the smart goodie two shoes #sounds like a fanfic lmao #just thought it was funny and wanted to share #rana rants #not art #lesbian #pride

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kingfranpetty · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Herobrine/Steve (Minecraft) Characters: Steve (Minecraft), Alex (Minecraft), Herobrine (Minecraft), Rana (Minecraft) Additional Tags: Minecraft, No Dialogue, Flowers, Silly, Stalking, Creepy, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Family Fluff, Family, Family Feels, Family Dynamics, Found Family Summary:

Rana goes exploring but something is following her.

#minblr #mineblr #minecraft #rana #rana Minecraft #minecraft rana #fan fic #fanfic #fan fiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link

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madoumonogatarirunelord · 5 months

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A fic about Crowsa because I'm totally not obsessed!!! <3

((Y'all I keep forgetting that my OCs aren't official characters and I'm the one in charge of making more content of them, if you're reading this PLEASE feel free to make content of my stuff or something))

366 years ago, on that fateful night... Destruction and despair was brought upon Rana by one man. The Runelord... And so one determined hero stepped up to the role of destroying the title 'Dark Wizard' once and for all. Lagnus Bishasi, now known as Ragnus the Brave.

As metal clashed against metal, Ragnus was forced onto the ground. The Dark Wizard himself stood above the hero, about to drive the Dark Sword into his skull...

But Ragnus dodged the attack before ending the Wizard once and for all... But what if that wasn't how the story went? What if history wasn't entirely true?...

Because Ragnus never dodged the attack, instead, it was parried. One brave prince who would stop at nothing to see the end of the one who destroyed his home. Casting a curing spell onto the hero, blocking the attack at the same time, stood a fearless boy clad in armour. The last surviving member of the Rana family. Crowsa Rana.

He managed to buy enough time for Ragnus to get back onto his feet, but at a cost. The Runelord quickly channeled a spell that sent him flying... But not only did he damage Crowsa, but he cursed the poor prince as well...

And that was how he got here, drinking the blood of an innocent mage as any last traces of life faded from the body. Crowsa chuckled, as he stood up. As he was about to leave, a voice from behind called out to him...

"What have you done?!"

The young (or rather old now) prince's head snapped around to see Ragnus. It was almost ironic that the one time Crowsa gets to meet his friend again is just after he killed yet another person.

Crowsa smiled nonetheless, approaching the great hero in front of him. However, he only stopped after realising that every step he took towards Ragnus was causing him to move away. That was when he stopped smiling.

"Ragnus, what's wrong...? It's me, Crowsa... Don't you remember?" Crowsa's voice was soft and kind, as if he couldn't harm a fly...

"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG? You have taken the life of an innocent right before my eyes! I thought I could trust you! I thought we were friends! But it seems that you turned out as bad as the Runelord himself..."

These words hit Crowsa like a knife through the heart... Him? Just like the Runelord? That couldn't be... He was just trying to survive...

"N-No! Ragnus! Please! You don't understand—"

"I don't want to hear it you vile villain. I'll give you one chance to run." Ragnus spat, rage in his brown eyes.

Crowsa knew that Ragnus couldn't bring himself to kill him. Ragnus would never let anyone that he deemed a villain live. The young prince ran, he ran until his legs couldn't carry him any further.

Tears streaked down his pale cheeks as he fell to the ground. His only friend since the destruction of Rana hated him. He just needed to survive... But it was clear that Ragnus wouldn't excuse killing the innocent for it.

The woods were cold, quiet and he felt so alone. Crowsa sobbed softly, until the day turned into evening and his tears dried out. However, he didn't expect to be found by anyone passing through...

"Heya! Are ya lost? Would some candy help cheer ya up?"

"Ah... That would be n-nice, sir..."

"Let me take ya to the nearest town. I was just heading there myself."

#puyo puyo #Madou Monogatari #ragnus the brave #lagnus bishasi #Crowsa Rana #Crowsa (OC)#fanfic

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queer-irritator · 2 years

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A New Neighbor | Kratos x GN! Reader | Chapter 1

A/N: Hello! So I’ve literally never written a fanfic before, but the lack of Kratos x Reader is unacceptable. I’m not sure how often I will update, but GoW is my current hyperfixation, so I’m hoping to update semi-regularly. Please be easy on me if I mess anything up... Enjoy!

Also, this is set around Gow:R timeline, so Atreus is a moody teen.

Content Warnings: None

Word Count: 954

Chapter 2

Summary: Deep in the Wild Woods, you live in a hidden house. While out gathering food, your wolf alerts you to a stranger near your home. As you cautiously approach to the stranger your wolf has found, you see a... teenager?

Kratos and Atreus had just returned home from a long journey the other day. They were both so exhausted that they just went to sleep right away. The first conversation they had since coming home had turned into an argument.

Atreus was frustrated, pacing around the room. No matter what he said, his father didn’t trust him, which is what had led to their current argument.

“Why can’t you just trust me?” Atreus yelled to his father.

“Because you lie!” Kratos retorted.

“I only lie because you don’t trust me!”

“If you did not lie, I would trust you.”

Atreus groaned in frustration, he grabbed his bow and quiver and walked toward the door to leave.

“Where are you going?” His father questioned.

“Hunting.” Atreus replied coldly as he left the house, slamming the door behind him.

“He just doesn’t get it.” Atreus said to himself.

He was trudging through the snow, not paying attention to his surroundings. He knew the Wild Woods was (mostly) safe.

“He gets to keep secrets but I can’t? That isn’t fair.” He continued talking aloud.

Atreus’ thoughts were interrupted by a low growl coming from his right. He drew his bow and pointed it to where the noise originated from. It was a wolf, it was mostly white with some gray coloring on its ears and paws. Most noticeable, it had striking red eyes.

Atreus let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, “Hey buddy… You scared me there.”

The wolf simply stared at Atreus, unsure of his presence.

He began to lower his bow, “It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He put his arrow back in his quiver. “See?” Atreus said, slowly beginning to approach the wolf with his hands out in front of him in a defensive position.

“Rana!” A voice called from deeper in the woods, the wolf howled in response.

Atreus took a step back and scanned the forest, looking for where the voice came from, ready to grab an arrow if needed. A figure appeared behind the wolf, hidden in the shade of the trees.

“What are you doing out here alone?” the figure questioned, their tone laced with concern.

“I… I’m hunting.” Atreus replied warily.

“Wolves?” The figure questioned.

“No! No… deer.” Atreus clarified.

“Alone?” Their voice once again showed concern.

“Yeah…”

The figure stepped forward, a hand reached out and stroked the wolf’s back. The golden light from the setting sun shone on the figure. They had (y/c) hair, some pieces were decorated with gold jewelry cuffs. Their (y/ec) eyes looked over Atreus, searching for any signs of harm done to the boy.

“Come with me.” The stranger said as they turned around and began to walk deeper into the forest, the white wolf following close behind.

“O…kay..” Atreus said, unsure, but followed the stranger, keeping distance between them.

After walking for a few minutes in silence, the trio came to a dead end, they stood in front of a dark gray slab of rock. Atreus glanced around, becoming uneasy.

“This is it…” he thought, “They’re gonna try to kill me.” He silently concluded.

The stranger got out something from their pocket, rubbed it together in their hands and blew it towards the rock, saying a spell. Cracks began to form in the rock, the outline of a door appeared. The stranger pushed open the newly formed doors, the wolf trotted inside, and the stranger turned to Atreus.

“Please come in. This is my home.” They stated.

Atreus slowly walked through the doors, the air was warmer here, there was no snow on the ground. There were animals of all sorts around, chickens, goats, horses, and more wolves. There was a large garden behind a decently sized house.

“It’s beautiful here.” Atreus gawked.

“Thank you.” The stranger smiled and walked to the front door of their house, and they opened it, motioning for Atreus to come in. “My name is (y/n), by the way.”

Atreus entered the house and replied to (y/n), “I’m Atreus.”

He scanned the interior of the house, taking note of the little trinkets displayed around the house, a pile of books stacked in a corner, and a large array of cabinets and a long table in the corner, where (y/n) was headed.

“You said you were hunting. Do you live by yourself?” (y/n) asked, getting a wicker basket out and laying some cloth in it.

“No, I live with my father.” Atreus replied, wandering around the house and looking at different artifacts.

“Mmh, I see.” (y/n) began to grab some things out of the cabinet and place it in the basket, they also added a loaf of bread.

“I haven’t seen you around before,” they continued, “Are you new to the area?”

Atreus chuckled a little, this is the only place he thinks of home, he grew up here, he was definitely not new the Wild Woods. “No, I’ve lived here since I was born.”

“Oh, I’ve been here the last two winters and I never noticed anyone around.” (y/n) explained, still adding to the basket in their hand.

“Well, father and I travel a lot. We just came home a few nights ago.” Atreus explained.

“I see.” (y/n) said as they crouched down to a small cabinet and pulled out a bottle with a cork on it. “Okay,” they said, standing up, “I’ve got you and your father some food here. We should get you back home.”

“Oh, thank you!” Atreus was trying to not be obvious about how excited he was to have a variety of food to eat.

(Y/n) smiled softly at Atreus, they opened the door to exit their house and began to follow Atreus back to his home.

#gow #gowr #kratos x reader #god of war #god of war ragnorak #atreus #kratos #gow fanfic #gowr fanfic

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pink-tonic · 3 months

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A New Week and a New Teacher📰

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Warnings: Mentions of Rana being a creep to the girls (flirting with underaged female students + with the reader)

The weekend comes and go, and I'm left with my thoughts about Kana. The article that was published on Friday hasn't been updated, and everywhere I check there doesn't seem to he a mention of the nurse from other news outlets.

I hope that this was all just a misunderstanding and that he will be here today. If he really did go missing, then it's another problem that the school will have to deal with.

When I make it school this morning, I go to the nurse's office after I switch out my shoes. There is hope in my heart that Kana is there walking around, waiting for me.

I tell both of the siblings that'll be back soon, and I quickly turn around and make my way to the nurse's office.

When I make it to the white doors, I slide it to the side and I step inside.

Inside I'm met with... someone else.

It's a different nurse. It's not Kankoshi or Kana. The nurse has short black hair, and she's wearing glasses. She turns around from what she's doing and looks at me.

"What might you need?" She asks me. Her tone feels cold, unlike Kana. She pushes up her glasses and walks over to me.

"I was just wondering if Mr. Kana was here," I tell her, ready to turn around and leave.

"Oh, him. I'm not sure when he'll come back. What might be your name? Is it (Y/N) by any chance?" She asks me as she places her hands on her hips.

"Yeah, that's me. Why?" I ask her, wondering what she might want from me.

"I was told you were helping him out. I was told to tell you that the uniform needs to be returned. Orders of the headmaster when I first got here."

The uniform... I forgot about it.

"Yes, I'll return as soon as possible. Thank you for telling me," I give her a short nod, and I turn around and leave.

So Mr. Kana is really gone. I wish I could know where he went, but maybe that type of case would be too large for me to handle.

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"Ugh, I can't stand that guy," Taeko blurts out as the three of us set down on the rooftop to eat our lunch. She pops open her bento box and starts eating quickly.

"Why? What happened?" Her brother asks her as he starts to eat too. His voice holds a tone of worry, wondering what made his older sister so angry.

"We have this new teacher. He's just a substitute, but he is so annoying. I don't know how they hired that guy!" Taeko complains to the both of us.

"Well, what did he do?" I ask, curiosity getting the best of me.

"What didn't he do?" She replies back, "He was flirting with all the girls, even me. And it was just so... so weird! You shouldn't be doing that to us!" Taeko continues on, hoping that we will understand.

"Why don't you tell another teacher?" Taro suggests, hoping that his idea could make her calm down.

"They would probably want evidence of what he does," Taeko says with a sad tone, playing with her food with her chopsticks.

"How about recording him?" I now suggest, hoping that could help her.

"Okay, sounds good. But how do I do that?" She asks me back.

"Oh..."

"Exactly," she quickly says back, "I can't just take my phone out and record him during the middle of class. He'll kick me out and tell me to go to the guidance counselor. I'm about to graduate, and I don't want that happening."

"I forgot that you're graduating," Taro tells her with a slight smile, "But we still have a three months or so before it happens."

"Yeah, but this stupid teacher is getting in the way. He shouldn't even be called a teacher. They should take his teaching license away," complains further about the man.

I want to help her, but I can't. I doubt that the teacher would be interested in me in the first place, and it would be hard to record him. I don't have the needed items to bug his classroom and get evidence about what he is doing to the girls.

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The bell rings, and Taro meets up with me. Our classes are just down the hallway from each other, but we usually meet up on the first floor.

"I'm curious, (Y/N)," he starts off as we approach the stairs, "I wonder how the teacher looks like. I can't be the only one wondering, right?"

"Yeah, I wonder too. From what I'm hearing, it seems that Taeko is the only one complaining about him," he informs him about what I heard throughout the day from the third year girls.

"How about we go check before everyone leaves?" Taro asks, hoping that I'll agree to his suggestion.

"Let's just make it quick," I tell him as I we start going up the stairs.

We quickly make it to the third floor, and we walk over to class 3-2. We make sure we aren't seen by anyone inside of the room. We peek our heads into the classroom and take a look inside.

"That's him? Taro asks, dumbfounded by how the substitute teacher looks. I'm sure he had his own thoughts about how the teacher looked like, but nothing could have prepared him for what he really looks like.

His clothing looks normal for the most part. It's just that his half of his chest is exposed.

I couldn't lie and say I guessed right. I was just as stunned as Taro. I was expecting someone older, not a young teacher doing all this.

"Crap! He's coming over!" Taro tells me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Taro rushes off and down the hallway. He must have thought that I ran too, but I'm still standing in place.

I see the teacher walk over to me with a smirk on his face. I can't form any words, and I only stare at his approaching figure.

He eventually makes it over to me and leans against the doorframe. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks at me. I can feel uneasy as I feel his sharp, red eyes looking over my smaller figure.

"What brings you here, little thing?" He asks me with another smirk forming on his face.

"I was just... I...," I cursed myself in my head. Why was I stuttering? I knew why I was here, but at the same time I didn't want to admit it to the teacher. I felt it was too embarrassing.

"How cute. You can barely form any words," he teases me, his smirk only growing bigger from my stuttering.

I start to feel myself get flustered at his comment and at my own actions. I want to run away and go with Taro. I secretly hoped that Taro would come back up and take me away.

"I usually have the girls come over to me. You're the first boy to come here. How interesting," he continues on, knowing that I won't be able to respond to him.

He tilts his head and asks me a question, "You're not a first year, right?"

I shake my head, "No, I'm a second year."

"That's cute. A second year student has even fallen for me. How about I let you come inside, and I can teach you what the third year students are doing. Think of it as a head start," he moves aside to let me in.

"No!" I blurt out loudly. My words take him aback, and he gives me a smile in return.

He turns around, "Well, my door will always be open for you."

He closes the door, and I'm left standing alone. I blink, and I look around, hoping no one say what transpired.

I quickly leave and met up with Taro. When I make it to the first floor, I'm met with Taro and Taeko.

"There you are!" Taro calls out to me as he sees him go into the locker area, "What happened? I'm sorry I left you there by yourself."

"I'm fine. He just scolded me, that's all," I lie to Taro, not wanting to worry him about what happened.

"Okay. What happened?" Taeko asks, wondering what we got ourselves into.

"We just went to your classroom to see how the substitute looked like, and he caught us...," Taro tells his sister with a little bit of shame seeping into his words.

A look of surprise takes over Taeko's face, "Really?"

We both nod. We expect her to scold us or even laugh at us getting caught.

"Just don't do it again, but do you see what I mean?" She asks us.

"Yeah, I can't believe they let him walk in like that," I tell her.

"I know, right? He should just be fired at that point," Taeko rolls her eyes as she speaks.

"Let's go to the clubroom. Maybe writing will help you?" Taro asks her as he points to the stairs.

"Yeah. I think that would help me," she answers happily. She seemed ready to start writing agian after a week of the club being closed.

All three of us start to make our way to the stairs and into the clubroom.

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"You gotta be kidding! It's raining?" Taeko complains as we stand a few feet away from the entrance.

"None of us brought an umbrella," Taro adds on, as he watches the rain to continue to pour down to the ground.

"We can't just stay here. We have to leave eventually," I tell the siblings. I would hate to get wet, but it's the only thing we can do.

Taeko lets out a sigh and nods her head. "You'll just have to run through the rain then," Taeko tells us before letting out a sigh of disappointment.

We step closer to the doors, and we put our bags on top of our heads, in hopes that our heads will be spared from the rain droplets.

Once we're all ready, we start to run. I can almost feel myself slipping, but I am able to retain my balance. The three of us keep running under the dark sky.

Taro and Taeko make it home, and I'm all alone. I only have to run a little more before I'm finally home.

I make it home without trouble, and I slam the door behind me. I take off my shoes and I drop my drenched bag to the ground.

I'm finally home.

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CHAPTER - II | BEAST OUT OF HIM

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As nightfall blanketed the kingdom of Mahishmati, the tension among the rebels grew palpable. Mahendra Baahubali gathered his closest allies around the campfires. The palace loomed in the distance, which had to be breached to rescue Shiya and bring down Bhallaladeva.

Devasena stood beside her son, her heart heavy with worry for Shiya and Sanga, who were back in the Village praying for their victory; how she would let down the poor mother who made sure to save and protect her child Baaubali is all Devasena could think. Though her resolve was unshakable, the fear of what Bhallaladeva might do to the girl gnawed at her. Avantika, ever vigilant, kept a close watch on the palace, her mind working through how they could rescue Shiya without jeopardizing their mission.

Mahendra turned to Kattappa, the seasoned warrior who had faithfully served his family for years. "We need a way in," Mahendra said, his voice firm. "We must free Shiya, but we can't rush in blindly. Bhallaladeva will be expecting us."

Kattappa, his face etched with the wisdom of experience, nodded. "The palace is a fortress, heavily guarded and nearly impenetrable. But there are ways that few know about—secret passages built long ago for emergencies."

The group leaned in closer, listening intently as Kattappa continued. Trying to see if they can find a way to reach the sister of Baahubali

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Shiya paced restlessly around the lavish chamber that had become her prison, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. The ornate walls and luxurious furnishings did little to comfort her; they only served as a stark reminder of her danger. Bhallaladeva's unsettling presence still lingered in her mind, his touch and words haunting her thoughts.

She glanced around the room, her eyes darting from the heavy wooden door to the high balcony that offered no escape route. Frustration welled up inside her. How could she let herself be captured like this? How could she have allowed herself to feel anything but hatred for the man who held her captive? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. There was no time for self-pity or confusion; she needed to think clearly and find a way to get word to her brother, Shivudu.

As she scanned the room again, something caught her eye—a flutter of wings above. She saw a pair of pigeons perched on the balcony's roof. Her heart skipped a beat as she noticed the small bolts tied to their legs. These weren't just pigeons but messenger birds trained to carry messages long distances.

A surge of hope coursed through her veins. He would know where to find her if she could get a message to Shivudu. But she needed something to write, and the room had no ink or paper. She bit her lip, thinking quickly. Her eyes fell on the torn edge of the curtain hanging near the window— it could serve as makeshift paper.

Shiya pulled out the sharp nail she had hidden in her hair earlier, her fingers trembling slightly as she pricked the tip of her finger. A drop of blood welled up, and she winced at the pain but quickly pressed her finger to the fabric, writing out a message as best as she could with her blood.

She worked quickly, the urgency of her situation driving her hands to move faster. Once the message was complete, she tied the bloodstained fabric securely around the leg of one of the pigeons. Taking a deep breath, she whispered to the bird, willing it to understand the importance of its task.

"Please, find him. Find my brother," she whispered, her voice filled with desperation.

The pigeon cooed softly before taking flight, its wings cutting through the night air as it soared away from the palace. Shiya watched it until it disappeared into the darkness, her heart heavy with hope and fear. She could only pray that the bird would reach Shivudu in time and that her brother would understand the message and come to rescue her before it was too late.

As Baahubali and the others prepared for their final assault on Mahishmati, they gathered around a small fire, strategizing to breach the palace's defences. The air was thick with tension, the weight of their mission pressing down on them. Each person knew the stakes—they were not just fighting for revenge but for the liberation of their people and the rightful return of the throne.

Suddenly, a soft rustling interrupted their discussion. A pigeon landed near the group, its wings fluttering as it settled on a rock beside them. Mahendra Baahubali's sharp eyes immediately noticed the small piece of fabric tied to its leg, darkened by what looked like ink—or something else. He quickly reached for the bird, carefully untying the message.

When he unfolded the fabric, his brow furrowed in confusion. Instead of clear writing, the message was a crude drawing, barely legible. The shapes were rough, the lines uneven, but something about it seemed oddly familiar. He showed it to Devasena, Avantika, and Kattappa, hoping for some insight.

Kattappa's eyes widened as he studied the drawing more closely. The old warrior's hand shook slightly as he recognized the scene depicted in the crude, blood-drawn image.

"This... this is the chamber that overlooks the river," Kattappa said, his voice low but firm. "I know this place. It is one of the secluded rooms in the palace, hidden from the main pathways and nearly impossible to access."

Baahubali looked at Kattappa with a mix of relief and urgency. "Are you sure, Kattappa? Is there any way we can reach it without being detected?"

Kattappa nodded. "It won't be easy. The chamber is heavily guarded, and the entrance is well-hidden."

Baahubali clenched his fists, feeling a surge of protectiveness for the sister. Shiya, though not bound to him by blood, was still his sister by heart, and he would not let Bhallaladeva use her as a pawn.

This time, Bhallaladeva's cruelty would not go unanswered.

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Shiya winced as she tried to stop the bleeding from her finger, realizing too late that she had pricked herself harder than intended. The makeshift bandage she had created from the torn curtain was quickly soaked with blood, and her attempts to stem the flow only seemed to make it worse.

Suddenly, the door to the chamber swung open, and Bangaru Amma entered, her eyes widening in shock as she took in the scene. The elderly caretaker had been tasked with looking after Shiya, but she hadn't expected to find the young woman injured.

"What have you done, child?" Bangaru Amma exclaimed, rushing to Shiya's side. Without waiting for a response, she called out for assistance, her voice filled with urgency.

As the night deepened, Shiya sat alone on her chamber's balcony, tears streaming down her face. The once vivid hope that her message might reach her brother had faded into a gnawing despair. The bleeding from her finger had finally stopped, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional torment she endured. She desperately yearned for any sign indicating help was coming, but the silence was deafening.

The cool night breeze did little to comfort her as she stared out into the darkness, her mind replaying the terrifying events of the day. How could everything have spiralled out of control so quickly? How had she ended up in the clutches of a man as cruel and relentless as Bhallaladeva?

Her sombre reflection was abruptly interrupted by Bangaru Amma's soft, concerned voice calling her from the doorway. Shiya quickly wiped her tears, attempting to compose herself as the elderly woman approached.

"Come, child," Bangaru Amma said gently, her tone laced with concern. "You need to eat. The King is waiting."

Shiya's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Bhallaladeva. Confusion and dread twisted her insides as Bangaru Amma led her out of the chamber and down the dimly lit corridors. Her thoughts raced, wondering what fresh torment awaited her.

Shiya's breath caught as they entered the grand dining room. At the head of the long, elaborately adorned table sat Bhallaladeva, his piercing eyes fixed on her. His expression was unreadable, but the intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine.

Shiya hesitated, her feet rooted to the spot as she took in the sight of him. He looked almost regal, an imposing figure exuding an air of absolute authority. The flickering candlelight cast shadows across his sharp features, giving him an even more menacing aura.

"Sit," he commanded, his voice low and commanding.

Shiya reluctantly moved forward, her heart pounding in her chest as she sat at the far end of the table. She glanced nervously at the servants meticulously laying out a sumptuous feast before them. But before she could fully process what was happening, Bhallaladeva's voice cut through the air.

"Leave us," he ordered, and the servants instantly obeyed, hurrying out of the room without a word, leaving the two of them alone.

The room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the soft clinking of Bhallaladeva's utensils as he began to eat. Shiya, however, remained frozen, staring down at the untouched food before her. How could she even think about eating when her thoughts were consumed by the dangers her family and friends were facing outside these walls? They were out there, risking everything to save her and bring down the very man sitting across from her. The mere thought of it made her stomach turn.

"What's the matter?" Bhallaladeva's voice, cold and laced with mockery, broke the silence. "Is the food not to your liking?"

Shiya's heart raced as she swallowed hard, struggling to find her voice. The food was the least of her concerns, but how could she explain that to a man like Bhallaladeva, who seemed to revel in her discomfort?

Her eyes darted nervously to the doorway, hoping for an escape, but she knew none. She was trapped here, and he was well aware of it. Every second in his presence felt like a dangerous game, one where she had no control and could only hope to survive.

Bhallaladeva's gaze remained fixed on her, waiting for an answer. When she didn't respond, he leaned back in his chair, a smirk on his lips. "You seem distracted, little bird. You should eat. After all, you'll need your strength."

Shiya's hands clenched into fists under the table as she forced herself to meet his gaze. His words were meant to unsettle her, and they succeeded. But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. Taking a deep breath, she replied, her voice trembling slightly, "I'm not hungry."

Bhallaladeva's smirk widened, clearly amused by her defiance. "Not hungry? Or perhaps you're too worried about your little friends out there? I assure you, they won't be able to help you."

Shiya's stomach churned with a mix of fear and anger. She hated how he toyed with her, how he seemed to take pleasure in her suffering. But she couldn't let him see how deeply his words affected her. Instead, she forced herself to remain composed, even as her heart screamed with anxiety for those she loved.

"They'll come," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper but with a conviction that surprised even her. "They'll come for me."

Bhallaladeva's eyes flashed with a mixture of irritation and amusement. "We'll see about that," he murmured, his tone dark and ominous.

As the tense silence stretched on, Bhallaladeva continued eating, his sharp eyes occasionally glancing at Shiya, who still hadn't touched her food. Her hands were clenched tightly in her lap, and the flickering candlelight cast shadows on her pale, worried face.

Suddenly, Bhallaladeva broke the silence, his voice deceptively calm but laced with malice. "You know, Shiya, I've been thinking," he began, leaning back in his chair. "About your brother."

Shiya's heart skipped a beat at the mention of her brother. She forced herself to remain still, unwilling to show him how much his words affected her. But she couldn't stop the slight tremor that passed through her.

"Tell me," Bhallaladeva continued, almost casually, "is he truly the great brother you believe him to be? Or does he take all the glory and attention, leaving you in the shadows, aching for just a sliver of love?"

Shiya's eyes snapped up to meet his, her gaze filled with confusion and defiance. What was he trying to do? Was this just another of his twisted games, or was he trying to sow seeds of doubt in her mind?

Bhallaladeva smirked at her reaction, clearly pleased that he had struck a nerve. "I've seen it before, you know," he continued, his voice smooth and taunting. "Siblings who their more 'heroic' brothers overshadow. It can be... suffocating, can't it? Always being the one left behind, the one who has to fend for herself while her brother basks in the glory."

Shiya clenched her jaw, refusing to be drawn into his twisted narrative. "My brother loves me," she said, her voice firm despite the turmoil inside her. "He would never abandon me."

Bhallaladeva chuckled darkly, leaning forward slightly as he studied her. "Ah, love. It's such a powerful word. But love doesn't always mean equality. Sometimes, love means sacrifice. And sometimes, it means being left alone in the dark while your brother stands in the spotlight."

Shiya's chest tightened, her mind flashing back to memories of her childhood with Mahendra. He had always been protective of her, always the one to shield her from harm. But Bhallaladeva's words gnawed at the edges of her thoughts, twisting them into something dark and insidious.

Seeing the flicker of doubt in her eyes, Bhallaladeva pressed on, his voice a low whisper that seemed to echo in the vast dining hall. "Tell me, Shiya, when was the last time you truly felt seen by your brother? When was the last time he looked at you and saw you for who you are, not just as his little sister, but as a person with her own needs, her desires?"

Shiya's hands trembled slightly as she gripped the table's edge, struggling to maintain her composure. She knew what Bhallaladeva was trying to do, yet his words struck a chord deep within her. Mahendra had always been the hero everyone looked up to and destined for greatness. And she had always been... just his sister. The one in the background, the one who followed, the one who...

No. She wouldn't let Bhallaladeva manipulate her like this. She wouldn't let him poison her mind against her brother. Shiya took a deep breath, forcing herself to meet Bhallaladeva's gaze with newfound resolve.

"Mahendra is a good brother," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "He's always been there for me and always will be. You can try to twist things all you want, but you won't succeed."

Bhallaladeva noticed the tension in Shiya's posture, the way her hands gripped the table so tightly that her knuckles turned white. He could see the flicker of doubt in her eyes, the way her resolve wavered with each word he spoke. Sensing he was getting under her skin, he slowly rose from his seat and walked around the table, standing beside her.

"You know," he said softly, his voice a deadly whisper that curled around her like smoke, "it's not a crime to admit that sometimes you feel... overlooked. You wish you were the one your mother adored and who received all the love and attention."

Shiya's breath hitched, her eyes widening as his words hit too close to home. Memories from her childhood began to surface—moments when she had felt so alone, so overshadowed by her brother. She remembered how her mother's eyes lit up whenever Mahendra was near, how she seemed to pour all her affection into him, leaving Shiya with just the scraps. No matter how much she loved her brother, she couldn't deny the ache in her heart, the longing to be seen and loved just as much.

Bhallaladeva watched her closely, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he saw the tears begin to form in her eyes. "Yes," he murmured, his tone almost gentle now, "you've always been second, haven't you? Always in the background, always the afterthought. You've had to fight for every scrap of attention while he takes it all without a second thought."

Shiya's vision blurred as tears welled up, her heart twisting painfully with each word he said. The truth in his taunts was like a knife to her soul, cutting deeper than she ever thought possible. But even as the tears fell, her love for her brother remained steadfast. She loved him with all her heart, even if she had always been in his shadow.

But something inside her snapped. The pain, the frustration, the years of feeling like she was never enough—it all came boiling to the surface in a white-hot rage. With a scream of fury, she stood up abruptly, the chair clattering to the floor behind her. In one swift motion, she grabbed the plate in front of her and smashed it to the ground, the sound of breaking porcelain echoing through the room.

Before realising what she was doing, her hand closed around a knife set on the table. Driven by raw emotion, she lunged at Bhallaladeva, her eyes blazing with anger as she aimed the blade at his face. But he was quicker. With a smirk that showed just how much he had been waiting for this moment, he effortlessly caught her wrist, stopping the knife just inches from his skin.

Shiya struggled against him, but he was far too strong. He twisted her arm behind her back, forcing her to drop the knife with a clatter. She gasped in pain, her tears flowing freely now as he used his other hand to grab her by the throat, tilting her head back so she was forced to look up at him.

"Ah, there it is," Bhallaladeva whispered, his voice filled with cruel satisfaction. "The fire I knew was inside you. But look how easily you break, little bird. How quickly you lose control."

He leaned in closer, his face inches from hers, his grip on her throat tightening just enough to remind her of his power. "Did you think you could hurt me?" he taunted, his smirk widening as he saw the fear in her eyes. "Do you see now how futile it is to fight me? How easily I can crush you, just like that?"

Shiya's breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she struggled to hold on to what little strength she had left. She hated him—hated how he had manipulated her, how he had pushed her to this breaking point. But more than anything, she hated how powerless she felt in that moment, entirely at his mercy.

Bhallaladeva's eyes gleamed with a predatory light as he studied her, his smirk never fading. He leaned in even closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "You can scream, you can cry, you can fight all you want, but in the end, Shiya, you belong to me. You always will."

With that, he released her abruptly, letting her stumble back, her hands instinctively flying to her throat as she gasped for air. She fell to her knees, her body trembling with a mix of fear, anger, and despair. Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest.

Bhallaladeva looked down at her, his expression one of cold satisfaction. "You're mine, Shiya," he said softly, almost tenderly. "And there's nothing you can do to change that."

As Bhallaladeva turned to leave, Shiya, still on her knees, felt a surge of desperation mixed with confusion. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation, of the torment he was putting her through. Why her? Why was she the one he had fixated on? Gathering what little strength she had left, she called out, her voice shaky but determined.

"Why me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper at first but growing louder. "Why do you want me, Bhallaladeva? You could have anyone—someone who would willingly stand by your side. Why are you doing this to me? It's senseless... all these things you say, all this torment. Why?"

Bhallaladeva paused mid-stride, his back still facing her. There was only silence for a moment, the tension in the room so thick it was almost suffocating. Then, slowly, he turned around to face her, his expression inscrutable.

He approached her again, his footsteps slow and deliberate, each echoing ominously in the quiet chamber. Shiya's heart pounded as she watched him, her fear and confusion mixing into a chaotic storm of emotions. When he finally stopped in front of her, he looked down at her with an intensity that made her shiver.

"Why you?" he repeated softly as if contemplating the question himself. He lifted her chin with one finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Why not you, Shiya? Why not someone like you—so full of fire and spirit, yet so fragile beneath it all?"

His words sent a chill down her spine, but she didn't look away. "That's not an answer," she replied, trembling. "You're making no sense. You don't know me. You don't even care about me. So why...?"

Bhallaladeva's expression darkened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. "You're right," he admitted, his voice low and dangerous. "I could have anyone. But it's precisely because I can have anyone that I choose you. Because you're a challenge, Shiya. Because you fight back. And because, despite everything, you don't bend easily to my will."

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And that intrigues me. It excites me. You see, it's not about love or care, Shiya. It's about power. It's about breaking that spirit of yours and making you mine, completely and utterly. That's why you, Shiya. Because the harder you resist, the more satisfying it will be when you finally submit."

His words struck her like a physical blow, her heart sinking as the full weight of his intentions became clear. It wasn't about her, not really. It was about control, about domination. She was nothing more than a prize to him, a conquest to be won.

Shiya felt tears welling up in her eyes again, but she fought them back, refusing to let him see how deeply his words had wounded her. "You're a monster," she whispered, her voice shaking with fear and defiance.

Bhallaladeva's lips curled into a dark smile as if her words only confirmed his already-knowledge. "Perhaps," he said calmly, "but you're still mine, Shiya. And no amount of fighting will change that."

Before she could stop herself, the words tumbled out of her mouth, fueled by a mixture of anger, desperation, and a desire to regain some sense of control over her life, even if it meant surrendering it.

"Why wait, then?" Shiya's voice, though shaky, rang out clear and sharp in the chamber's silence. Bhallaladeva froze with a look of mild surprise and interest. She could see the curiosity in his eyes as he observed her, but she pressed on before her courage could fail her.

"Why waste time?" she continued, her voice gaining strength as she spoke. "If you want to break me, to make me yours, then do it. Show me who you are. Show me your power. Do whatever it is you want to do, Bhallaladeva. Because I'm tired... tired of waiting, of fearing what's coming next. If you want to break me, then break me. Just... get it over with so I can finally be free."

Her heart pounded as she finished, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She wasn't sure where this sudden courage had come from, but it was there, burning brightly within her. Perhaps it was the only way she could fight back—by confronting him head-on, calling out his bluff, and showing that she wasn't afraid of what he might do.

Bhallaladeva stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Slowly, a dark and dangerous smile spread across his face, somehow pleased.

"You think you can handle that, little bird?" he asked softly, his voice dripping with malice and amusement. "You think you can endure what I have in store for you? You're braver than I thought, Shiya... or perhaps just more foolish."

Shiya's pulse quickened, but she held his gaze, refusing to back down. "It's not about bravery or foolishness," she replied, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides. "It's about survival. If you're going to break me, then do it. But know this—I won't make it easy for you. I won't give in without a fight."

Bhallaladeva chuckled, a low, sinister sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh, Shiya," he murmured, his grip on her chin tightening just enough to make her wince. "You truly are a fascinating creature. So determined to hold onto your pride, even in the face of your own destruction."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin as he whispered in her ear, "But remember, this was your choice. You wanted to see my power... and I'll show it to you. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Bhallaladeva watched her for a moment longer, his smile never wavering. Shiya stood there for an eternity, her body trembling with fear and resolve. She had no idea what was coming next but knew one thing: she would face it on her terms, no matter the cost.

Bhallaladeva's gaze locked onto Shiya's lips, his eyes darkening with a mix of desire and something more dangerous. The tension between them crackled in the air, thick and suffocating. In the heat of the moment, before Shiya could process what was happening, Bhallaladeva closed the distance between them and smashed his lips against hers. Her breath ignited a fire that burned hotter than ever before. He effortlessly lifted her off the ground and placed them on the table, his grip firm and possessive.

The kiss was fierce, almost brutal in its intensity. Shiya was caught off guard and initially stiffened, but something within her snapped. All the anger, fear, and frustration she had been holding onto erupted, and she found herself kissing him back with equal fervour. Their lips clashed, a battle of wills as much as a physical connection, and for a moment, everything else faded away. Their tongues tangled in a passionate battle for dominance, teeth clashing with an intensity that mirrored their desire.

Bhalla's hands roamed freely over Shiya's body, tracing the curves of her waist and hips. The sound of their moans filled the room.

Shiya squirmed beneath Bhalla's touch, torn between surrendering entirely to his desires and clinging to what little control she had left. Her mind screamed for him to take charge, to ravage her senseless and leave no inch of her untouched.

As they finally pulled apart, their breathing ragged, Shiya's mind struggled to catch up with what had just happened. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths, and she realized with a jolt that her saree had become dishevelled in the chaos, barely covering her anymore. Bhallaladeva's eyes roamed over her, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks, smudged lips, and the tears welling up in her eyes.

For a long moment, neither spoke; their laboured breathing was the only sound in the room. Shiya could feel the tears threatening to spill over, but she blinked them back, refusing to let him see her break. But the evidence of their passionate encounter was all too clear—her trembling body, the disarray of her clothes, and the lingering taste of him on her lips.

Bhallaladeva's expression was unreadable, but his eyes were filled with a hunger that terrified and enthralled her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle given the roughness of what had just transpired.

"You truly are something, Shiya," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. His gaze flicked down to her heaving chest, then back up to her tear-filled eyes. "So much fire... so much spirit."

Shiya's breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she wondered what would happen next. But instead of continuing, Bhallaladeva stepped back, his hand falling away from her face. He gave her one last lingering look, his smirk returning as he took in her dishevelled appearance.

"You may try to fight me, little bird," he said softly, almost as if to himself, "but in the end, you belong to me. No matter how much you resist... you will always come back to me."

With that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Shiya standing there, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. As the door closed behind him, the tears she had been holding back finally spilt over, and she sank to the floor, her hands covering her face as she struggled to make sense of what had just happened.

***

Shiya's moans grew louder, a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the room. Bhalla, with his warrior's arms, held her in place and from moving away as his mouth worked on their sweet cunt of hers. His tongue worked its magic, exploring every inch of her cunt with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

Shiya writhed beneath him, her naked body arching as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Sweat formed on her forehead and trickled down the curve of her neck, evidence of the intensity of their passion. She doesn't remember how and why she got into this situation, but all her thoughts in her mind vanished when he placed his mouth on her to drink away her soul.

"Please...Ple.." Shiya whimpered, trying to form a sentence; her body couldn't take any more pressure, and everything was new. Bhalla could feel the heat radiating from her, fueling his own arousal.

But as he buried his face between Shiya's thighs, a fleeting hesitation flickered in his eyes. He pulled away slightly, looking up at her with a mischievous smirk. The sight caused Shiya's breath to catch in her throat, but she couldn't deny its effect on her.

"Is that all you've got?" Bhalla taunted playfully, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I expected more from my little queen."

Shiya squirmed beneath him, frustration mingling with desire. Her body craved his touch, but there was still a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.

"Looks like your brother who couldn't finish his fight ow with me and only to be killed by mine. His sister is too weak to take the pleasure that a King gives to her" Bhalla's words caused SHoya to freeze. Her eyes flickered to the figure beside her—Baahubali, her beloved brother, lying motionless on the cold stone floor. His once vibrant eyes, full of life and determination, now stared lifelessly at the ceiling, blood pooling around his body.

"No..No!" Shiya screamed, which only agitated Bhalla as he laughed out loud.

Shiya awoke with a start, her breath shallow and uneven as her eyes looked around to find herself alone in the chamber, and it was all a dream. Bhallaldeva's touch lingered, his hands searing her flesh as if he had never left. She could still feel the way he had consumed her entirely, leaving her hollow and broken. She also could feel the pool of wetness that was in between her thighs; she bit her lips to whimper and to erase the sight of how her dream portrayed the death of her brother.

It's like Bhalla is the devil, and he is slowly consuming her. But the scary part is she liked and wanted more of him in her.

TO BE CONTINUED

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