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allari-ammayi · 9 months

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A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

The Harsh Interrogation

Synopsis: Y/n is taken to an interrogation by a bemused Bhalla who evidently enjoys mentally torturing her, despite believing her story. Before Bhalla can harmlessly end the interrogation, Bijjaladeva enters and going against the orders of his son, scars Y/n, refusing to believe her. Bhalla comes to the rescue, but a hasty Bahubali enters the scene and misreads the situation, rushing to help Y/n. Sivagami ends the interrogation when she declares that Y/n is a guest of the kingdom and shall be treated with hospitality. Bhalla is ordered to lead Y/n to her new chambers, and so begins the duo's endless banter.

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Inside the dimly lit chamber, Bhallaladeva conducted the initial interrogation. His aura was unexpectedly calm and measured, in stark contrast to the ruthless reputation he carried. Calm, but still snarky and bitter from his previous interaction with Y/n.

He questioned Y/n about her origins and the circumstances that brought her to Mahishmati. His inquisitive nature betrayed a genuine curiosity about her.

Bhallaladeva leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Y/n, and asked,

"So, young lady, care to explain how you found yourself in Mahishmati? Your story should be quite extraordinary… And what did you say your name was?"

Y/n, seated before Bhallaladeva, was visibly stressed and annoyed at Bhalla, she could tell that he saw her stress and was purposely putting pressure on her by piling up the questions.

She struggled to maintain her composure under the pressure of the interrogation. Y/n mentally cursed at herself for being so rude with Bhalla previous to the interrogation. Had she known that he would be the one conducting it, she wouldn’t have been so reckless.

But Y/n also had to hold herself back from jumping from her seat, onto Bhalla and ripping his hair out to ease her frustration. She resorted to simply glaring at him.

Her heart raced, and her palms grew clammy as she fabricated a story to protect her secret. The fear of being exposed weighed heavily on her.

She took a deep breath and began her fabricated tale,

"Your Highness, I come from a distant land, and I arrived in Mahishmati with the sole purpose of immersing myself in your rich culture, to learn and appreciate the heritage of this kingdom." Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her anxiety.

Bhallaladeva arched an eyebrow, his expression still holding a hint of interest and sadism.

"And how exactly did you find yourself in the middle of our hunting ground, surrounded by my soldiers?"

Y/n's gaze met Bhallaladeva's, and she replied,

"It was during my exploration of the city that I encountered a magician. This magician possessed the power to manipulate time and space, and in a moment of bewilderment, I found myself transported to the hunting ground, where you found me."

Bhallaladeva's eyes remained fixed on Y/n, his silence a testament to his contemplation. Finally, he spoke, his tone still tinged with scepticism,

"A magician who manipulates time and space? Your tale is quite fantastical, girl."

Y/n swallowed hard, her anxiety intensifying. She had to maintain her façade, no matter how implausible her story sounded.

"It's the truth, Your Highness. I understand that it may be hard to believe, but it's the only explanation I have."

“And what did you say your name was and where exactly did you come from?” Bhalla asked slowly as he analysed Y/n’s face, searching for more than what Y/n would let him in on.

“My name is L/n Y/n, and I come from, er- The land of…” Y/n gulped as Bhalla urged for her to go on, her eyes darting all across the room, trying to think of a country that surely Bhallaladeva wouldn’t know of, “Mexico!” Y/n said suddenly, remembering her history lessons. “I come from a land called ‘Mexico’, Your Highness.”

Bhallaladeva's lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk.

"Mexico, you say? That's quite a journey, from a land I've never heard of. You certainly have a vivid imagination, L/n Y/n."

Y/n gritted her teeth, frustration building within her as she realized Bhallaladeva was intentionally making this more difficult.

“Well, Your Highness, I suppose when one encounters a magician who can bend reality, imagination becomes a necessity."

The chamber was filled with tension as Bhallaladeva continued to study Y/n, his thoughts shrouded in mystery. It was a battle of wits.

The atmosphere grew ominously tense as the chamber door creaked open, revealing the menacing presence of Bijjaladeva, a man infamous for his cruelty and ruthlessness.

Bijjaladeva wasted no time in asserting his authority, dismissing Bhallaladeva's more measured approach with a disdainful wave of his hand. His malevolent smile sent shivers down Y/n's spine as he approached her, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic glint.

"You there," he hissed, his voice dripping with venomous intent, "you will answer my questions, and you will do so truthfully, or you will suffer consequences far worse than you can imagine."

Y/n, who had already been struggling to maintain her composure under Bhallaladeva's questioning, found herself even more distressed by Bijjaladeva's presence.

"I will do my best to answer your questions, Your Highness," Y/n replied, her voice trembling, her eyes locked in a fierce battle of wills with Bijjaladeva's.

Bijjaladeva leaned in even closer, his cold breath grazing Y/n's ear as he whispered, "Your best may not be good enough. You see, I have a particular talent for extracting the truth from those who dare to deceive me."

As he spoke, Bijjaladeva gestured to one of his guards, who produced a wicked-looking instrument from a nearby table. It gleamed ominously in the dim light, and Y/n's eyes widened in terror as she realized the nature of the device.

She couldn't help but blurt out,

"What is that? What do you intend to do with it?"

Bijjaladeva's cruel smile widened, revealing a set of sharp, predatory teeth.

"Oh, my dear," he said, "this is a tool of persuasion. A little device I've perfected over the years to encourage cooperation."

With a swift, menacing motion, Bijjaladeva signalled to his guards to approach Y/n. They seized her by the arms, their grips like iron vices, and forced her to her feet. Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled against their hold, her eyes darting around the room for any means of escape.

Bhallaladeva’s eyes widened at his and his eyebrows scrunched.

He made a quick move to stand up and approach his father, but he was quickly pushed back. Bhallaladeva knew Y/n meant no ill intent.

He was just playing with her, making her nervous and tense, scaring her simply because he felt like it, or rather to get back at her for her earlier recklessness, not meaning to actually harm her. But his father, on the other hand, seemed to have other ideas.

Bijjaladeva stepped closer, his eyes locking onto Y/n's with a sinister intensity.

"Now, my dear," he hissed, "let's start from the beginning, shall we? You will tell me everything or this little device will become intimately acquainted with your flesh."

The room seemed to close in around Y/n as she faced the true depths of Bijjaladeva's cruelty.

“Please, Your Majesty, I truly mean no harm or harbour any ill intent towards you or this kingdom-!”

As the malevolent smile on Bijjaladeva's face seemed to widen, ready to unleash his ruthless methods, an unexpected interruption occurred.

Bhallaladeva, despite his outwardly ruthless demeanour and the ongoing tension between him and Y/n, unexpectedly stepped forward. He intervened, his voice surprisingly calm and measured, as he asserted his belief in Y/n's account.

"I believe her," Bhallaladeva declared, his voice cutting through the tension like a sudden gust of wind in a storm.

Y/n's eyes widened in disbelief at Bhallaladeva's unexpected support, her confusion evident in her expression.

Bijjaladeva, on the other hand, appeared taken aback by his son's unexpected support for the stranger before them. His cruel smile faltered for a moment, replaced by a scowl of disapproval.

"You believe her, Bhalla?" Bijjaladeva's voice was laced with incredulity, his gaze piercing into his son's.

Bhallaladeva nodded firmly, his gaze unwavering as he met his father's disapproving stare. "Yes, Father. There's something about her... something in her eyes that tells me she's not lying when she says she means no ill."

Y/n, still bewildered by this turn of events, found her voice. "Thank you, Your Highness. I appreciate your support."

Bijjaladeva's scowl deepened, but he chose not to argue further with his son at that moment. Instead, he turned his attention back to Y/n, his eyes narrowing. "Very well. We will continue this discussion later."

As the tension in the chamber gradually eased, Bhallaladeva motioned for the guards to release their grip on Y/n.

"You're safe for now," he whispered to her, his voice holding a hint of reassurance.

Y/n nodded in gratitude, her emotions still a whirlwind of confusion and relief.

The room seemed to exhale a collective sigh of relief as Y/n's ordeal appeared to be over. She let out a trembling breath, her heart still racing, but she was grateful for the momentary reprieve from the looming threat of torture.

Before anyone could fully process what was happening, Bijjaladeva's demeanour shifted from calm to fury. In an alarming moment, he snatched a nearby torture instrument and lunged at Y/n with a ferocity that left everyone in the room stunned.

The sharp tip of the instrument pierced the top layer of the skin on her right cheek, drawing a fat drop of blood that glistened ominously.

Bijjaladeva's voice thundered through the chamber as he shouted at Y/n, demanding the truth from her.

“Tell me the truth girl! Who sent you!?” The room was filled with tension once more, and Y/n's eyes widened in terror as the instrument sank menacingly over her.

But in a dramatic twist, Bhallaladeva, quick as lightning, intervened. He placed his arm between Bijjaladeva and Y/n, snatching the instrument from his father's grasp. The sudden action sent Bijjaladeva stumbling back, his rage momentarily quelled.

In a dark, commanding tone, Bhallaladeva addressed his father.

"That's enough, Father. I already told you, I believe her. I'm certain she means no harm to Mahishmati or anyone here.” Bhalla spoke in a commanding voice, “If she does anything wrong, I am willing to be held accountable for her."

Bhallaladeva's words were firm and resolute, his voice unwavering as he continued, "She doesn't deserve to be treated like this."

Bijjaladeva, still seething with anger, glared at his son, his chest heaving with frustration. The room was filled with a heavy silence, the tension between father and son palpable.

Y/n, her heart still pounding from the ordeal, looked at Bhallaladeva with a mixture of gratitude and astonishment.

As the tension in the chamber continued to mount and Y/n's stress reached its peak, a dramatic entrance marked the arrival of Amarendra Baahubali.

With a gentle but authoritative demeanour, he stepped forward and took in the sight before him—the bloodied instrument in Bhallaladeva's hand and the large drop of blood cascading down Y/n's left cheek.

Bahubali's brow furrowed with concern as he mistakenly interpreted the situation. He believed that Bhallaladeva was the one who had pierced Y/n's skin, unaware that he was the one who had actually saved her from it. With an air of chivalry and protectiveness, he urged Bhallaladeva to stop.

"What is the meaning of this, Bhalla!?" Bahubali's voice carried a tone of authority as he addressed his brother. "Have you lost all sense of reason? This is not the way to treat a guest."

Bhallaladeva was taken aback by Bahubali's intervention. He quickly tried to clarify the situation but found himself at a loss for words. The confusion was compounded by the fact that Bahubali, in his protective stance, had misunderstood the circumstances.

"I didn't—" Bhallaladeva began, attempting to explain, but he was interrupted by Bahubali's continued admonishment.

"We must show hospitality to our guests, not subject them to harm," Bahubali continued, his voice unwavering. He strode towards the stressed Y/n, reaching a gentle arm out towards her.

Y/n looked down at his hand with grateful eyes and placed her hand upon his and he helped her stand up. Bahu reached into his pocket and pulled out his very own handkerchief.

The brothers exchanged glances, their contrasting personalities on full display—Bhallaladeva, the perceived villain with hidden depths, and Bahubali, the hero who often used his brother's darker image to emphasize his own virtuous nature, unknowingly.

Y/n observed this scene intently.

Sivagami's entrance into the chamber had brought a semblance of order to the previously tense atmosphere. As she took charge of the situation, Bhallaladeva, Bahubali, and Y/n waited in anticipation of her decision. It was clear that the queen's words would carry immense weight.

Sivagami, her regal bearing unwavering, addressed the assembly with a measured tone.

"In times of uncertainty, it is our duty to extend our hospitality to those who seek refuge within our kingdom's borders," she began. "This young woman, Y/n, has found herself in our midst under mysterious circumstances. It is our responsibility to ensure her safety and well-being."

Bijjaladeva spoke up with a hint of scepticism in his voice. "But Sivagami, how can we be certain of her intentions? She appeared out of nowhere, and her story is far from conventional."

Bahubali, ever the voice of reason and compassion, offered his perspective.

"Mother, we must also consider the possibility that Y/n is a victim of circumstances beyond her control. Her appearance may be strange, but her demeanour does not suggest malice."

Y/n, feeling a deep sense of gratitude toward Bahubali for his support, couldn't help but chime in.

"I assure you, Your Highness, I mean no harm to Mahishmati or its people. My presence here is as much a mystery to me as it is to all of you."

Sivagami regarded Y/n with a penetrating gaze, her wisdom evident in her every word.

"Then it is settled," she declared. " L/n Y/n shall be allowed to stay within the palace and study the ways of our kingdom. We shall provide her with the guidance she needs to navigate our world."

This decision was met with a collective sense of relief, as it offered Y/n a chance to understand the dynamics of Mahishmati and lay out her plan to fulfil her secret mission.

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After the intense interrogation, Queen Sivagami ordered Bhallaladeva to escort Y/n to her new chambers and ensure her comfort, earning an unpleasantly surprised look from both the prince and the girl. As they walked through the palace's grand corridors, the tension between them was obvious.

Y/n crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "I suppose this is where you tell me how lucky I am to have you as my escort, right?"

Bhallaladeva smirked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Indeed, you should consider yourself quite fortunate, girl."

Y/n chuckled, not backing down. "Oh, I do. Trust me, your charm is overwhelming."

As they continued down the corridor, Bhallaladeva couldn't resist poking fun at her. "I hope the accommodations meet your standards, considering your... humble origins."

Y/n shot back with a snarky grin. "Oh, don't worry. I've seen worse. But maybe I can give this place a much-needed makeover."

Bhallaladeva raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "An interior decorator, are you? Impressive."

Y/n nodded, playing along. "Among other talents. You'll discover them soon enough."

Upon reaching Y/n's new room, Bhallaladeva opened the door with a flourish, gesturing for her to enter. "Here you are, girl. I trust you'll find it suitable."

Y/n inspected the lavish chamber with mock approval. "Well, it's certainly different from my grandma's old antique shop."

Bhallaladeva couldn't resist one last jab. "Enjoy it while you can. I don’t reckon you’ll last very long here."

Y/n turned to him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I don’t intend to."

As Bhallaladeva prepared to leave, he couldn't help but commen. "You're quite the puzzle, girl. I can't quite figure you out."

Y/n smirked, her tone teasing. "The feeling is mutual, Prince Bhallaladeva. This is certainly not where I expected to find myself."

As Bhallaladeva took his leave, Y/n was left alone in her new room, a satisfied grin on her face. Despite their snarky exchanges, there was an undeniable intrigue between them, and she had a feeling that her journey in Mahishmati was just beginning.

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voidsteffy · 1 year

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Hey, could you rank every SSR movie from Absolutely Goated to Still good but worth watch again, and please provide reasons as to why you've ranked them as they are please? Pretty please 🥺👉👈

Ooo, what a task (I'm going to get beat up I'm afraid!)

but here goes, putting my life at risk: SS Rajamouli's movies (not in chronological order) with my ranking

Absolutely GOAT

Eega - Before he was Shyam Singha Roy in the body of Vasu, Nani was Nani in the body of a housefly and I find cinematic poetry in that. + The graphics, the music, the exaggerated comedy... Sudeep knows exactly what he's doing with his lines

Magadheera - (he really has it out for reincarnation stories doesn't he?) Charan's first real role (I hate Chirutha) The grandeur of the sets, the background here and there... Also the mass CGI with the gladiator audience was the new hot toy that SSR introduced. Anaganaganaga crawled so Ettara Jenda could run. (You know i'm right)

RRR - Just for Bheem's intro, it deserves an oscar. I'm one of the people who think Naatu Naatu was good, but not THAT good as they made it out to be. Also, RRR gave me the first himbo couple I could ship openly. My grandma agrees because the only dispute she had with RRR is that Ram had to pee and poop in that cell. No disagreement against RamBheem being the Tollywood IT couple

Chatrapathi - it gave teluguvallu fantastic inside jokes like: a. Tala tintada mondema? (will the shark eat his head or body first?) b. Suridu? YADUNDAVAYYA? SURIDUUU (Suridu, kaha ho? Suridooo) c. OKA ADDUGUUUU☝🏽👣 (one step, I want one step) d. Violin champakura babu (chatrapathi and simhadri kill our brain cells with the violin music in the climax emo moments, i always want to pull my hair out) - but also, Chatrapathi had a good bgs, worked fantastically for hero-uplifting moments like the interval and okka adugu scene

Bahubali: The Beginning - Only and only for the interval scene and the architecture of Mahishmati. TOP TIER. The loopholes and characterization of Avantika could have been way better. Pacha Bottesina was totally unnecessary

Good, Can Watch Again

6. Vikramarkudu - Chintata chita chita chintata TA! (teluguvallu can translate this into literally anything) 7. Yamadonga - just for the RAMBA, OORVASI, MENAKA moment I take away 5 points from the 10 points it earned. Tarak and Priyamani was a pairing I didn't know I needed 8. Maryada Ramanna - Sunil anna I love you anna but this wasn't your movie. This is the cycle's story, and that one song in the train. the screenplay is a cart wheel without the cart. It's funny in some places but Brahmaji dies FOR NO REASON. JUSTICE FOR BRAHMAJI 9. Simhadri - I didn't really feel for the characters. BUT. BUT BUT. I have to say this because it's been stewing in me for so long: Simhadri's interval scene ran so Bahubali 1's ending twist could fly. I said what I said y'all know it's the same vibe we all catching.

Eh, One Time Watch

10. Sye - it doesn't seem like an SSR movie, but it's not that good. Young Adult revenges were in trend when this was made and it fit well with its counterparts. Sometimes I even forget that Genelia and Nithiin did indeed work with Rajamouli 11. Student No. 1 - not that special, honestly early-career Tarak's movies just blend in my head: SN1, Aadhi, Samba... but hey at least SN1 started a long lasting kinship 12. Bahubali: The Conclusion - THAT IS NOT SIVAGAMI! HOW DARE YOU! this is beyond ooc, it's not a character at all. At one point I thought they'd bring out a tantrik doing black magic to change Sivagami... And Devasena is not the best written character in SSR's filmography. This movie makes me want to scratch my eyeballs out. If only my mom had the audacity and hardheadedness to talk to grandma like this. Also... Avantika's leader, who is killed by Bhalla in the seige, IS DEVASENA'S BROTHER. and she just LOOKS as he's getting the life choked out of him? oo don't make me start about this movie I can rant for a loooong time

and so.... *flaps hands* that was it ig? thanks for the ask babu!

#ss rajamouli #rrr #magadheera #bahubali #ravi teja #eega #manu answers #asks

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mahi-wayy · 13 days

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okay I need bahubali content and I am more than willing to write so while I work on the next chapter of toxic and SOLB. you all are invited no no OBLIGED to send me prompts and I'll write you all a quick, short (we all know it will end up atleast being 700 words) fics based on them. make it xreader, xoc, character dynamics, introspections I'm open to just abt anything (don't rain in just smut req tho please, if you want one I will write but not under this, under my regular reqs)

#amrendra bahubali #bhallaladeva #sivagami #bijjaladeva #mahendra bahubali #kattappa #devasena #avanthika #bahubali #bahubali the beginning #bahubali the conclusion #bahubali fanfic #prabhas #rana daggubati

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houseofbreadpakoda · 11 months

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Sivagami's Tale

I have my tests coming up and I'm in no place to write anything, so here's something 14 year old me wrote during her peak Bahubali obsession.

She should've seen this coming. She just should've known. She knew then, that Baahu wouldn't do anything as such. Whatever it was, Baahu would never go to the extent of getting his brother killed. Only if she had trusted her conscience. Her son and husband had pushed her to take further actions. They had led her into a lie, and she had only accepted all of it. The greatest empress, Sivagami the epitome of justice, had just signed a warrant of death, that too of her dear son. This was a total mistake, a grave one at that. She had given up her poise, her stiffness and her grandeur. She was starting to lose herself. Her blood boiled, not due to anger, but for she was afraid as to what would happen to the kingdom of Mahishmathi. If she were given a choice she would undo all of it, but only if it were that simple. She was disgusted by how low she had stooped. It was all in her ego wasn't it? She just wouldn't accept her fault. Ah! And vanity. What a fancy word for her arrogance. And all of this led to what? Her hand with Baahu's blood on them. Yes, the very same Amarendra Bahubali, who let go of the throne and also went into exile pushing away all the luxuries, just for his dharma. In the thick of all the doom and gloom, Sivagami heard the chamber doors creak, and just as she and Kattappa looked up, their hearts wrenched. It was time to break the dreadful news to that person who was most concerned with it. Devasena.

14 year old me was VERY proud of this.

@thegleamingmoon @whippersnappersbookworm @thelekhikawrites @yehsahihai @harinishivaa @thereader-radhika @celestesinsight

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sada-siva-sanyaasi · 2 years

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jagadeka veerudu athiloka sundari - part one

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The Sun rose early by the banks of the river Narmada and shone lovingly on the kingdom of Sundarsi, its gentle rays caressing each and every citizen to wake them up. A bunch of girls looked around and giggled to themselves, racing to the river and diving in. They splashed and laughed in the waters, the cold of the river and the warmth of the Sun making them shiver in delight.

One of the girls walked out and sat by the river bed, watching the others with a soft smile on her face. “Your Majesty,” the girls in the river called out as they followed her to the shore, sitting down behind her. Silence ensued as they calmly watched the kingdom spring to life and work, and the youngest of them went to sit beside the one in front of them all.

“Your Majesty,” the little one began, making the princess look down towards her, “do you really think the prophecy will come true?” Everyone froze, looking at their princess as she sighed, pulling her knees closer to her chest. “Shiva has never lied to us, little one. But at the same time, he never stopped us from proving him wrong either.”

“Only one person has managed to prove their destiny wrong till now, and it was your mother. Do you think you can do it too, Your Majesty?” The princess smiled at those words and looked back at the girls, the defiant gleam in her eyes making them smile too. “Of course I can, Janaki. I have been named after our Lord’s consort too, isn’t it a lady’s duty to prove her man wrong?” The princess stood up, the girls behind her quickly following her as they all turned and walked off to their horses, heading back to the palace.

Aarya raced back to her palace, walking inside as she smiled at everyone. The water still dripping from her garments left her trace all over the palace as her guards followed her wordlessly, stopping just as she entered the throne room, every official standing up and bowing to greet her.

“There better be a good reason as to why we are having an emergency meeting so early on a day that’s meant to be off, Mantriji,” Aarya softly said, stopping in front of the throne. She looked at it for a moment, the power of the chair daunting. She sat in the chair next to the empty throne, looking down at the ministers and officials.

They all shifted under her gaze nervously, the prime minister clearing her throat slowly. “Your Majesty, I’m afraid we might have a new threat swarming around. We need to have you crowned Queen as soon as possible.” Anjasi, Sundarsi’s Prime Minister, was an old woman who was once their Army General, moving up in ranks to serve the kingdom for more than three decades. She had seen all the princesses grow, and knew of all their strengths and weaknesses.

Aarya watched her as she stepped forward, a scroll in her hand. She knelt down in front of the throne, head hung down as the scroll was taken from her hand and given to Aarya. “What we had anticipated is happening, Your Majesty. Mahishmati has begun looking into their books and every other territory they’ve conquered for information about us. I heard their general Kattappa has been put up to the task by the king’s father, Bijjaladeva.”

Aarya hummed, setting the scroll aside and leaning forward. “And what of the king? Is Bhallaladeva also as invested in wanting us as his father?” Anjasi shook her head while their Army General, Sadhana spoke up. “Bhallaladeva is focused on being just a ruthless dictator at this point, Your Majesty. Neither does he want anything to do with his father’s whims, or… or a queen.” the general scowled to herself, her grip on her chair tightening. “In kingdoms like Mahishmati, women have only been feared during the reign of Rajamata Sivagami, but after she died along with the crown prince a few months ago, no woman has graced that lonely palace.” Aarya bit her lip, turning to the guards.

“Please call the chief priest inside.” the priest entered, smiling as the princess stood up to greet him. “Good morning, Your Majesty. How can I help you?”

“When can the coronation take place, Guruji? I’m sure you can find the most auspicious day pretty quickly.”

“Three days from now, Your Majesty. After the Sun sets in the presence of the full moon would be the most auspicious time for you.” Aarya nodded, smiling at him as she walked down to the prime minister. “Make it a grand event, Mantriji. The grandest coronation to ever happen, since we will be having visitors too this time.”

Murmurs grew in the hall as Aarya straightened, clapping once. “If that is all, I believe I have other matters to tend to. See you all later.” Eyes followed the crown princess leave, the murmurs in the hall turning into arguments as Anjasi and Sadhana exchanged long glances, sighing to themselves.

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Aarya walked to the temple inside her palace, the Moon glowing in the rose golden sky along with the Sun above her head as the priests bowed to her, leaving her alone. The temple was her only point of solace within the many storms that raged in her palace and kingdom, and people knew not to disturb her as she sought peace in the embrace of their Shiva.

The golden light in the temple caressed Aarya as she touched the statue of Nandi, brushing specks of dust off of him and placing a gentle kiss to Nandi right on top of his head. She looked up and walked to the idol of Lord Shiva, a small smile on her face as she sat down in his room amidst the diyas and offerings placed around him.

The white marble idol of Lord Shiva was made to celebrate her birth, the biggest and most magnificent idol ever made in the history of Sundarsi. Aarya grew unimaginably attached to that particular idol, Shiva’s serene face and presence her only source of hope and light. She closed her eyes, leaning forward to rest her forehead against Shiva’s foot as she murmured the slokas under her breath, trying to calm herself down. “You’ve always made me aware of how you were there for me at every single step I took in my life,” Aarya spoke in a whisper, looking up at Shiva as the sky darkened behind her. “Please help me out now, will you? I need you and I am unsure of my decisions. I don’t want the prophecy I was born with to come true, and yet I don’t know what to do in order to make sure it doesn’t. Please, stay with me this time too.”

“Shiva never leaves you, Aarya,” her guruji’s voice made her turn around, seeing the old man stand a few feet away from her. “In fact, I believe you’re Mahadev’s favourite of us all. You say it yourself, you’ve been named after his consort, and that is for a reason too. He chose you, Aarya, to rule and to do so much more despite whatever your parents wanted for you.”

Aarya stood up, walking to touch the feet of the priest as he blessed her, patting her cheek affectionately as she straightened again. “Your parents never wanted you to rule, but that was a part of your name and destiny that was written so long ago for you. Admitted, some parts of it aren’t the very best, but I think that makes it all the more important for you to believe and hope, Aarya. Mahadev named and raised you, don’t give up on his upbringing just yet.”

Aarya smiled faintly, turning back to the idol as the Moon shone its light on top, reflecting on the marble. Shiva’s eyes twinkled wisely in the moonlight as Aarya looked at him, lost in thought.

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Anjasi and Sadhana sat together in the library, going through scrolls and books silently. Sadhana looked up and sighed, taking her glasses off and resting her head back. “Do you really think it’s alright to invite those people for the coronation? I have a bad feeling about it.” Anjasi rolled her eyes and set her quill and scroll aside, frowning at the general. “You know Her Majesty has done this for a reason, right? She’s got something in her mind, don’t you think? Considering how unpredictable our queen-to-be is, I’m actually a little excited for the coronation.”

Sadhana sighed again, nodding. Anjasi returned to writing on her scroll, and Sadhana quipped, “That is to be sent to the general of Mahishmati, if I am not wrong. It’s the invite to the coronation isn’t it? To Bhallaladeva and the other kings under him.”

“Just Bhallaladeva and anyone important he wishes to bring, we don’t need a crowd. I need to plan the rest of the coronation, could you give this to the messenger?” Sadhana nodded and took the scroll, rolling it as Anjasi stood up. “She’s getting crowned on Kartik Purnima, Mantriji. She’s our only princess to get crowned on such a day, that too during the night, in the presence of someone who is not our own. These are all signs about her prophecy.” Anjasi stopped in front of the door, turning back to Sadhana. “These are all signs, Senadhipati, of her working to change her prophecy. Wait and watch, she will surprise you.”

As Anjasi left, Sadhana smiled at the scroll in her hand. “Isn’t that what we all want?”

— — —

Kattappa knocked once and entered the throne room, kneeling in front of Bhallaladeva with the scroll in his hand. Bhalla frowned, reaching for it as Bijjaladeva looked on curiously. “It is an invitation, Your Majesty,” Kattappa paused, a frown etched on his face. “From the crown princess of Sundarsi, Her Majesty Aarya. She’s inviting you to her coronation in Sundarsi in three days.”

Bijjaladeva stood up, excitement and glee on his face as Bhallaladeva read through the scroll repeatedly, his eyes staying on the signature at the end of the scroll. Aarya’s name was etched into the paper with blood red ink neatly, her beautiful writing looking like embroidery on the otherwise seemingly normal scroll.

“This is it, Bhalla, I'm telling you! She got scared and called us to offer her country right there, I just know it!”

Bhalla rolled his eyes and looked up, frowning at his father. “She didn’t get scared, Nanna. This isn’t an invitation from a coward.” He turned to Kattappa, gauging his reaction. “And what do you think, Kattappa? Is she scared?”

“She wants to see us for herself, in my opinion. Check how powerful we are, before making her move. She’s not scared, Your Majesty.” Kattappa’s words made Bhalla smirk as he stood up, flexing his arms. He walked to his sword placed in front of the idol of the goddess Durga and picked it up, observing the shine on the metal.

“If that’s what she wants, we can’t disappoint a princess so new into this game, can we? Make the preparations, Kattappa, we leave at dawn.” The sword glinted dangerously in the light and he turned back to his father, the smirk on his face sinister.

“She has more chances of dying by my blade than sitting beside me to rule, I can assure you that Nanna. You’ll see for yourself.”

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"Aiyyo, aiyyo, Enperumane, my daughter has become a lunatic and my son started to worship Chudalamadan! It's his luck that my esteemed husband joined your lotus feet before he had to witness any of this. I should have joined him in his pyre."

Amma has been crying since morning. Nandini and Thirumalai tried to console her but she wasn't having any of it. Nandini declaring that she is married to Kannan like Andal was the first shock. Some of her neighbours murmured that the girl is mad. Some said that they always knew that Nandini had divinity within her. Akka quietly left last week, knowing that trying to force Nandini will be a futile attempt.

When annan said that he is going on a pilgrimage and invited her to join him, she was ecstatic. They planned to send amma to akka's home. Akka, athimber, periyappa and periyamma will be happy, a change of place will be good for Amma and Nandini won't have to deal with the prying glance of neighbours.

Though Amma was apprehensive about sending her unmarried grown up girl to wander around, she too thought that it is a good arrangement as she knew that Nandini could be stubborn when she wanted. But all plans fell apart when Annan declared that they are going to witness Meenakshi Kalyanam at Madurai.

"Amma, is it wrong to attend the marriage festivities of Alagar's sister?"

"Shut up! Why do you want to go when Alagar wasn't welcomed? By this rate, you two will be covered in chambal when you come back".

"I am already married to Kannan. So Madurai Meenakshi is my sister-in-law. Isn't it, anna?"

"Yes, yes. We all are family".

Frankly, Nandini too was astonished by Annan's initiative to attend the Saivite festival. She was reminded of a princess who would have been her sister-in-law in another life. A fierce princess with long eyes like Madurai Meenakshi. She felt uneasy. "Amma, I am going to check in on Gnanam akka's sister. She is down with fever", she didn't wait to hear their reply.

When she returned, Nandini overheard Amma scolding Annan for taking Nandini to a marriage festival. But annan reassured her that he always knew that Nandini is the next Andal and all this has been a divine coincidence. Also what if this visit turns out to be auspicious and she decides to get married?

"Do you men have any sense, idiot?", she placed her hands on her ears and closed her eyes. "Thirumalai, take me to your sister's home. I don't want to see or hear any of this. My poor child!".

•---------------•

The streets of Madurai reminded her of Pazhayarai. She saw people selling flowers, sandalwood, incense sticks, coconuts, betel leaves, camphor, bananas, ghee, etc. They first went to Pazhayarai on a Margazhi tiruvizha. Why are her eyes welling up? It is this heat and dust. She got used to the serenity of their village.

Annan waved at Pasupati Bhattar, their distant cousin. Nandini has never heard of this cousin. But then, they went to the Chola country when she was pretty small. Bhattar's wife Sivagami and two little sons instantly took a liking to Nandini. The boys reminded her of Ponniyin Selvan and kutti sithappan. Stop. Won't she get a respite from these thoughts, ever? Watch the festival.

They went to Bhattar's home after witnessing the festivities. Annan and Bhattar went out with their friends and Nandini visited the temple with Sivagami and the boys. She remembered the story of Sembiyan Madevi. She too was totally enamoured with Parameswaran when Kandarathithar met her and married her. These ladies dedicated themselves to Parameshwaran and he made sure that they'd have a good life.

Is her misfortune a punishment for loving a man more than Perumal? Will she ever get salvation from this misery? If Meenakshi was the daughter of a poor priest instead of the Pandya King Malayadhwajan, would Sundareshan have come down from Kailasam to marry her?

Nandini insisted that they should visit the Meenakshi temple again before returning. But annan didn't show any interest. What happened to him? Why did he come all the way to Madurai if he didn't want to pray to the goddess? Pasupati Bhattar whispered something in his ears. Nandini saw his expression changing from amusement to determination. He told her that they'd stay there one more day and visit the temple on the next day.

•---------------• Nandini felt an inexplicable happiness after spending sometime inside the temple complex. Why doesn't Annan too come inside? Hasn't he come all the way to Madurai? Annan asked her to meet him near the entrance exactly after 40 vinazhigai. If he doesn't come back after 50 vinazhigai, hire a bullock cart and go to Pasupati's home. He had given her a few coins and a palm leaf with directions.

He saw one of his old friends, it seems. If that Vaishnavite too is visiting the Meenakshi Kovil, what's the problem? Nandini didn't understand. But annan disappeared into the crowd. Suddenly she heard blows of conch shells and beating of drums. A small procession with the royal fish standard approached the temple.

"The Fierce Warrior, the Bravest of the Brave, the vanquisher of the Chola Army, the one who took the head of Kodumbaloor Bhooti Parakrama Kesari, the sword and shield of Veera Pandyan who took the head of the Cholan, the leader of the Thennavan Apattudavigal, Ravidasan Panchavan Brahmadhirajan is arriving. Make way, make way." Isn't Parakraman the chieftain Sundara Cholan sent to Lanka? Did he too die? Nandini saw a very majestic men alighting from an elephant. He had long hair which was tied into a neat bun and handlebar moustache. He was wearing gold and pearl ornaments, white veshti with golden trimmings and a blue shawl with intricate golden patterns of some beautiful fish. This must be Ravidasan. Some temple authorities welcomed him and he prostrated on the ground when he entered the royal complex. Isn't he an enemy of Cholas? Will he harm Aditha Karikalan in battle, like he took the he...? Nandini felt like life left her body. No, such inauspicious things can't and won't happen. She is just overthinking. Suddenly someone grabbed Nandini's hands and ran. She panicked but it was only Thirumalai annan.

"Did your friend see you, Anna?"

"No, kanne. My luck."

"You both are Kalla Vaishnavites".

"Maybe, wasn't our Ambadikannan too a kallan?", both giggled. She saw annan giving two palm leaves to someone. "Love letters for my girlfriends", he winked. She knew that he was joking. If he wanted to tell her, he would have told her already. What is he really doing?

Meenakshi Thirukalyanam - An annual wedding celebration in the city of Madurai. As per the legend, Meenakshi, an avatar of Parvati, was the daughter of Malayadhwaja Pandian and Kanchanamala. Meenakshi conquers the whole world and falls in love with Siva. Siva comes down to Madurai as Sundaresan and marries Meenakshi. Lord Vishnu in the form of Alagar is considered the brother of Meenakshi. Sundaresan gives him the wrong date. He gives the gifts he brought to the couple but goes back without entering the Madurai city. Earlier, Meenakshi Kalyanam and Azhagar Tiruvila were conducted seperately but they were combined into one festival during the reign of Tirumala Nayakas in 17th c.

Enperumane - My Supreme Lord Chudalamadan - One who lives in graveyards, an aspect of Lord Siva Chambal- Ashes Alagar - Vishnu, Sundareshan- Siva. Both mean "handsome one".

Author's note: I wanted to introduce Pandyas as the royal people they were. In the novel they are insane wandering barbarians. I am just showing that they have seen better days.

Pandya kingdom is very ancient, mentioned even in Mahabharata. It was a centre of arts, crafts and learning. The kingdom was very prosperous too. Pearls of Pandya country were world famous, that's why Ravidasan is wearing a lot of pearls.

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