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tuloblurbs · 2 years

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a little jai x bhairava blurb as promised, a week later. this is just a setup for their meeting and their proper interaction would follow in the next part. hope y'all like it ! ♡

「 udaigarh ⋅ 1608 CE 」

“ princess, this isn't going to work out. . . please, reconsider. this isn't right, ” the lady-in-waiting, chandrima, made an urgent plea, turning to the court lady to attempt at convincing the royal heiress.

the older woman stepped forward although the princess didn't spare either of them a glance, dressing herself up in commoner clothing. a maid hesitantly helped her in the process.

“ yuvarani— ” she implored, voice firm, “ this careless behavior would prove to be a mistake, my instincts tell me. please listen to us. ”

a bubbly voice retorts, “ and my instincts tell me, something fun will unfold. ”

wrapping a dull cotton scarf as a veil covering her face, all but her eyes. the smile that pulls up on her lips is hidden away, though her excitement is evident in her eyes.

“ chinnamma, don't be so stiff. you've spent half your life caring for my mother and then me, ” mitravinda spoke adamantly, handing the extra set of commoner clothing to the reserved woman.

( * mother's younger sister )

“ now is your chance to live a little— or ensure my safety, ” she shrugged, “ your choice. ”

manorama raised the princess, of course she knew when she had made up her mind. wondering where she had gotten this stubbornness from, she accepts the clothing with a sigh.

“ but wait— ” chandrima began, only to be interrupted by the lady, who was quite tenacious herself.

“ i will not report this venture to his majesty so as long as your royal guard comes along. ”

“ yes, yuvarani, if kala bhairava is with us, there's nothing to fear, ” the maid encouraged.

one of them had to concede, and with an opportunity like this, mitravinda had to allow a small inconvenience for the sake of her fun.

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the market was bustling with people enjoying the ‘ manmadhaga ’ festival celebrating love with plenty sweets, fragrant flowers, costumes and elegant performances. her heart raced.

she had heard a few maids talking about the cupid's star appearing once in spring every year. there was a firm belief that viewing it in the night sky after giving an offering to the cupid would grant you eternal love.

with guruji speaking of looking for potential suitors for her, mitravinda realized that she wished for a marriage born out of love than some arrangement. and while she could not actively avoid it, she had to do what all she could to invite her soulmate into her life.

“ yuvara— ” mitravinda clicked her tongue at her maid who had just returned with the offering items. she corrected herself quickly, “ i mean, my lady, there's the temple. shall we go? ”

manorama sighed as they walked ahead with a skip in their step, but she wouldn't bother discouraging the princess now. it was a foolish belief anyway, it's no way to change your fate.

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the guard blended into the crowd, following the trio from a safe distance as ordered. he was alert, surveying the surroundings and taking in the new atmosphere.

a festival promising true love? he didn't believe it but to each their own, he supposed. he did understand the princess' eager attempt to avoid marrying a man she couldn't love. after all, only he knew of her attraction to women — if anything, she would be inviting a forbidden romance.

his sword was hidden away the same as his handsome features save for the striking eyes. leaving their shoes outside, they enter the rock temple with silver designs said to have been carved by the first king of udaigarh, inviting love and misfortune together. that was why the royal family refrained from attending the celebrations, much less make a mention.

vibrantly decorated with diyas and colorful rangoli designs earnestly made by hopeful maidens, it was hard to gauge that it had been abandoned by their rulers for it was so well cared for by the commoners and some faithful nobles who had found their match through this activity that it became a tradition for generations.

parrots flew around the area, perched upon arches and blooming trees with their little whistles and singing, the sort that only arrive at this time of the year.

a crowd had gathered around the hall, watching some performance. seeing as the princess had taken an interest to it, bhairava stepped closer to watch as well, a new curiosity bubbling within.

a woman sang while another performed with such ease and rhythm to her steps. midway, a man joined smoothly, donned in a black-gold costume, strangely erotic in the way he moved despite the innocence in their choreography.

the man had strong shoulders, arms much alike a warrior, yet his body danced as though he were elegance personified. even the woman dancing along couldn't match up to the grace he radiated so naturally.

casting a glance at the ladies, he found them rooted in their spot, captivated. as was he, but bhairava was of sound mind enough to not neglect his duty.

only then does he hear a low, masculine voice singing a melodious tune.

⋆ won't you hear my prayers and answer the call of my heart, o' manmatha? ⋆

as if speaking right to him, their eyes meet and the man danced exuding longing with those expressive eyes. in a crowd of people, only bhairava found himself breathless, incapable of tearing his eyes from the dark hues pulling him into a trance-like state.

⋆ my love, must you close the door to the pull of my voice? do you not crave my presence against yours? ⋆

bhairava himself was mesmerized as the other danced, the music and the lyrics leading up to a more intimate ending. a small frown creeps onto his lips when the woman joins her partner, embracing him with a sensuality he was both fascinated and annoyed by. still, the royal guard could not deny the beauty of it all, especially when their eyes met once more at the end, the smile pulling up on the male dancer's face making his own heart flutter.

the lightly-tuned bells ringing indicated that offerings have begun, and so he tore his gaze unwillingly and followed along the princess, prioritizing his duty over his curiosity.

as he leaves, he steals a quick glance of the man, unsure what he intended to do with the image captured behind his eyelids yet treasuring it for now.

what had fate planned for these blissfully unaware souls?

the first meeting of #jairava ! did i capture their essence alright? as always, feedback and critique is always appreciated. i hope my vision translated here to some extent. i plan to write another part with a proper interaction, but let's see how this goes.

#( jai )#( ravana )#( mov: jai lava kusa )#( bhairava )#( harsha )#( mov: magadheera )#( ship: jairava )#jairava

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fangirlshrewt97 · 2 years

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Tale As Old As Time... (Part 1)

Can I just say. I love this fandom. I love writing fics for it. I love writing fics for Rambheem. And now, Dhruya too. But @burningsheepcrown, though she pretends to be an angel is actually a demon sent specifically to distract me from my work? And deny you the fics you actually followed me for?

This isn’t a fic-fic. Or not intended to be. It was NOT supposed to be a story. It wasn’t supposed to be anything. But it turned into a monstrosity I will need to split and share in multiple parts. Look at what I have been reduced to. And does @burningsheepcrown grant me any mercy or compassion? No. She just adds petrol to the raging fire. She’s terrible. Terrible!!!

Anyways, here is a story that started off from her sending me this photo of Jai in Magadheera’s world. So, here is to another Charak Crossover ship, Jai x Kala Bhairava, or Jairava (first proposed by @tuloblurbs) . I hope it is interesting. For all the big rant above, I did enjoy figuring out the puzzle of this story.

Here we go.

Full work Ao3 Link.

(Next Chapter)

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Let me try to tell you a story. A story of love. A story of betrayal. But most of all, a story of coming to learn and accept a love you don’t believe yourself to be worthy of.

We have a Kala Bhairava at the top of his game, the beloved warrior and protector of the kingdom of Udaigarh. We have the princess, Mithravinda Devi, falling for this man. This beautiful, kind, brave and strong soldier who’s sworn to protect her. We have a king who wishes he could give his daughter her happiness, but a battle lies ahead of them, and he will not see his crown jewel, his most precious treasure, reduced to white sarees and unending grief. We have an enemy, the fierce Sher Khan, at the gate of the kingdom. And we have a story that does not end well for either the soldier or the princess.

Let’s change the story.

Let’s say that the enemy backs down when he sees Kala Bhairava’s bravery in battle, and the honesty in his heart. Who is impressed by the humility and respect he shows him. Let us have the mighty warrior king reconsider, say that he is willing to consider an alternative route other than conquest.

Let us have a petty and rejected princeling seething with jealousy as his rival wins the hearts of all whom he meets, and will now likely marry the princess. Let us have him hatching another plot, go knocking at the door of the tyrant king known for his cruelty and carelessness. The king who cares more for power and wealth than human life.

Let us have Jai as King Raavan, harsh and merciless where his namesake was kind and just. Let us have a man present him with an opportunity to disrupt a meeting that could leave two kingdoms exposed for his taking on a silver platter.

And because life is messy, let us have the compromise Sher Khan and King Vikram include a marriage between Khan’s nephew and Princess Mithravinda. Kala Bhairava is heart broken that even after everything he will not be able to be with his love. But he has sworn an oath on his life and he will not throw away his word. No matter how much Mithravinda begs and pleads and hurts him with her delicate fists. He gets her to see reason, and breaks their hearts in the process. It is necessary, even if it hurts so much.

Let us have Kala Bhairava leading the procession as Mithravinda is escorted to Sher Khan’s palace where the wedding will take place. And let us have Bhairava indulging in a rare drink because he is about to watch his love marry another, lose her forever. Let him be woken up by cries that the princess has been kidnapped. Let news come through that her intended has also been declared missing.

The two kingdoms are up in arms, convinced there is subterfuge and an attempt at trickery by the other to not go through with the treaty. There is foul play where the royal heirs are the pawns.

Let them receive a taunt from the tyrant king, and have both the Royals feel cold sweat run down their spine. If the prince and princess are with the tyrant king… King Vikram cries, sure that his daughter is dead, or lost forever. Sher Khan fumes that another was able to steal his heir from under his own nose, and starts to investigate how this could have happened.

Let us have a Bhairava who refuses to accept that the princess is lost forever. Let us have him volunteers to go retrieve her. King Vikram does not want to see this kind soul die, but he knows in this matter Bhairava will defy him if he is denied. He lets him go.

Let us have Bhairava infiltrate the kingdom of the tyrant king…and he is confused. All he has heard is how this is a place of misery, where babies cries go unattended, and there are more orphans than parents. A place where hope is minimal and temporary, and kindness has no place because everyone is fighting just to survive.

The kingdom, in reality, is just like his own. There is fear in people’s eyes when guards pass by them, but people are living. Children play and babies are laughing, and an old woman gives him one of the two bananas she holds in her hands because she heard his stomach growl.

Bhairava doesn’t understand. He goes to the palace. It is looming, and large, and dark. Painted black and brown, with mosaic glasses that fraction the light entering through them. It feels cold and he feels a shiver run down his back, like he is being watched. He manages to smuggle himself into the dungeons, but doesn’t find his princess. He grows worried.

He heads back out, and bumps into someone, feels a warm hand grasp his elbow in a punishing grip. He bites back the gasp of pain, and when he meets the eyes of his captor, gasps at the way the gaze seems to penetrate to his very core. His brain is screaming at him that he is in danger, that he is facing down a python, a viper, that he will die if he lets it bite. He feels his heart race and his breath stutter. But before either can speak, a crash in the distance provides just enough time for Bhairava to slip away.

His dreams that night are haunted by dark brown eyes. Not the soft ones that look like gold in the sunlight as the Princess’s. The eyes are the black of an abyss, the kind that you cannot escape if you fall into.

Let us have Bhairava eventually finding the princess is being held in the royal quarters, in one of the guest rooms. At night, he climbs the palace facade till he gets the right room and he meets her. Mithravinda throws herself at him, and Bhairava holds her tight. His heart still twists at the sight of her, but even in his head she has reverted back to being his Princess. His duty. Is his heart so fickle?

Before they can escape though, guards enter her room and capture them both. Or, they escape and the alarms are raised. Either way, Bhairava is not fast enough to take her out of the city walls where his most trusted men were awaiting them.

Bhairava and Mithravinda are dragged to the throne room. It is a massive, cavernous space filled with intimidating shadows, where the ministers are hidden inside their niches. Where the fire illuminates a clear path down the aisle to a massive throne. A swing hangs in place of a throne where a lone figure sits in a black kurti and snow white dhoti, with simple golden anklets around his feet, and two chains around his neck. A lone ring glints from his left upper ear. He doesn’t wear a crown. But what fool would not recognize him for what he is?

Bhairava’s heart pounds as his eyes meet the black abyss eyes of the tyrant king. The same ones of the stranger who nearly caught him on his first attempt. The same ones that have been haunting his nights since. The guards lead them till they are at the foot of the stairs from the dais, and make them kneel.

Let’s switch perspectives.

Let’s have Jai looks at these outsiders. One, the princess who is either foolishly brave, or bravely foolish. Who was so adamant that her protector would come and would see Jai’s head roll. Who even now, with a sword scant inches from her throat glares at him, refusing to bow her head. He would almost smile at her viciousness if not for her … companion.

Even surrounded by the enemy, caught trying to kidnap a hostage, knowing he will likely not live to see the sunrise, the man does not looked scared at all. If anything, he looks stunned. At being caught? He had hardly been cautious. Jai himself had let him slip that day by the dungeons. He didn’t quite understand why.

But no, the man does not shift his gaze from Jai even once. Not even to quiet the princess who starts to spew her vitriol.

No matter. A side eye is enough to shut her up. He rises, and he sees his guards stiffen as he descends the dais. Kaaka makes a noise behind him, but his advisor knows better than to confront him so publicly. He stops in front of the soldier, grasping his jaw roughly and forcing him to stretch as Jai yanks him up.

“And what is your name?”

The solider remains silent. Jai raises an eyebrow, squeezing his face. The solider winces. “Bhairava. Kala Bhairava.”

Ahh, the rival that snivelling rat had been trying to get rid of. Well that made sense, no one would choose that coward over this specimen here. Jai looked Bhairava in the eye. Bhairava did not flinch or blink or squirm. He let himself be suspended uncomfortable, neck muscles stretched where Jai held his jaw.

But it was not a passive lamb Jai was holding. No, those eyes burned with a fire Jai could feel in his bones, a need to do the honorable thing, and an innocence he wanted to sink his flesh into and tear apart.

“What were you doing in the princess’s room, Kala Bhairava?”

“Returning her home.”

“Oh?” Jai asked, amused. “You thought you could escape my pa-pa-palace so easily?”

The soldier stayed silent.

He glanced at the princess who had drawn herself up as much as she could in her knees, eyes burning with hatred as she saw how he held the soldier. Interesting.

“Would you die for her, Kala Bhairava?” Jai mused.

“Yes.” came the immediate reply.

Jai smiled, a terrifying smile that had too many teeth. He whipped out his axe from its hiding place within the folds of his clothes, bringing the blade to rest against Bhairava’s throat.

“No!” the princess screamed, a screeching thing that made Jai’s lips curl in disgust.

“Silence! Or I will have you ga-ga-gagged.”

He turned back to the soldier, pressing the blade just a millimeter into the soft skin. Bhairava hissed, but didn’t avert his gaze or close his eyes. Interesting indeed.

The serpent that coiled around Jai’s heart slithered in his chest, a curious spark being lit. Jai wanted to see this man break. See him cry and plead and beg. Beg for Jai. Beg for mercy. Beg for … more. Jai wanted him. It almost surprised him. He couldn’t recall the last person that had captivated him so.

He ran a finger down the other man’s cheekbone, pupils dilating when Bhairava shivered under his touch. He wanted to bite at that plump lip, bruise it. Mark his claim into that lovely neck, cover him in his declaration.

He stepped back, turning his back on the prisoners as he climbed back to sit on his swing.

“Rise, Kala Bhairava.”

The soldier did not stumble or hesitate, rising with the fluidity of a dancer.

Jai wanted to see him in silk clothes. See him decked in golden jewelery that set his dark skin aglow. Weave gemstones and pearls into his hair, clasp anklets with bells that chimed whenever he walked. He wanted to see him bow his head to him, to kneel on his own at Jai’s feet. He wanted to see those lips curve into a smile just for him. And see his back arch as he screamed Jai’s name. God help him, Jai wanted to hear the soldier scream.

“The princess can go.” Jai declared, sending a shock through the room. He saw Kaaka do a double take and try to say something but he raised his hand to quieten the noise. “You are to take her place. Do this, and she is free to go. Try to fi-fi-fight, or esssss-cape, and I will have my men cut you down where you st-stand. And then I will kill her. And then see your kingdom burn.”

“What?!” The princess screeched again and Jai regretted not gagging her. “Bhairava, don’t listen to him. He can’t be trusted.”

The soldier was clearly stunned, mouth dropped open in the most alluring way. Jai’s eyes were glued to him.

An eternity of a minute passed before the solider nodded clunkily. Something dark crowed victoriously in his chest, as Jai smiled his wolfish smile again. “Am I to be your prisoner?”

Jai shrugged, a careless gesture as he lecherously ran his eyes over Bhairava’s figure. “Prisoner, slave, bedwarmer, concubine. You would be mine to do with as I saw fit.”

“How dare you!” The princess spit out. “You will not get away with this.”

Jai’s smirk turned cruel, sending the temperature of the room plummeting. Even the princess stumbled back a step as she was the predator surface for a minute. “What am I doing wrong Princess? I proposed a deal, and he accepted it of his own free will.”

“Bhairava!” The princess pleaded, turning to the soldier.

The soldier paused, glancing at the princess before looking back at him. It was the first time he had looked away from Jai since they had been brought before him. It made Jai’s fist curl at his side. He never wanted those eyes to look away. “What of Sher Khan’s nephew?”

Jai glanced lazily at Kaaka, “Tell the men to drop him off outside the city gates.”

Kaaka’s jaw clenched, the look in his eyes promising an argument. But for now, Kaaka nodded woodenly and walked away.

“How can I know you will keep your word?” The soldier piped up. Jai raised his eyebrow at him. “How do I know you will let them live and you won’t start a war anyways?”

Jai laughed. Or rather, he cackled. “You don’t.”

Let’s switch back.

Bhairava is being presented with too easy a choice. His life, just his life, in exchange for the princess’s safe return? For preventing a war between the kingdoms that would result in so much unnecessary death? So what if he was stripped of his dignity? What if he was subjected to a life of hard labor? For all the man was menacing, nothing he had seen thus far led Bhairava to believe he would actually go back on his word. For some ineffable reason…Bhairava trusted him.

There was nothing to think about, even as Mithravinda was crying to his side.

“I accept your deal.”

That smile again. Bhairava felt his brain screaming again. He felt the skin of his throat still burning, and his jaw aching where that large hand had gripped it. He felt his knees still shaking, but mostly he saw his vision narrowing till the world disappeared except for those dark eyes. He felt hunted. He wanted to run. He was trapped by that gaze.

He was trapped, and he could not regret that decision.

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TBC…

Also, yeah the song is from Beauty and the Beast, but believe me those lyrics are giving me the exact vibe I want for their relationship.

Did this style work? I feel like I dropped it half way through... 😅 😅 😅

Feedback is appreciated.

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