#Bhallaladeva

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Bahubali: The Confusion

Chapter 1

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“BHALLALDEVA WAKE UP!”

Someone had thrown atleast a gallon of water on his head, or so he thought as he gasped awake.

Confused and drenched Bhallaldeva looked around. Only to find his mother glaring at him with a water jar in her hand. While his father stood behind her with his usual grumpy expression. Muttering something to himself that only him and the Parameshwara knew.

Before he could even process what was happening his mother strode out of his chambers like thunder.

“Come to the court hall as soon as possible,” his father said, before throwing that same disgust-y look at him and following his mother out.

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“THEY HAVE RAN AWAY. BOTH OF THEM HAVE RUN AWAY!! AND THE AUDACITY TO LEAVE THIS LETTER TO MY FACE WITH JUST ONE GOLD COIN. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE THEM”

Now in the court, standing infront of his mother — who by the way was pacing and yelling about honour and pride and something — Bhalla was even more confused. More so with the fact that Bahubali was in the same situation as him.

He too was bearing the same expression and cluelessness as him as he stood next to him. Not to mention he didn't understood a single thing his mother was yelling about.

Just moments ago he had been peacefully sleeping, and by the look on Bahu's face he was sure, Bahu had been doing the same as well.

Bhalla had no clue what was happening. And he was too afraid of getting yelled at infront of everyone to ask his mother.

He wanted to ask his father — who still looked like someone had forced him to smell that horsedunk him and Bahu had once dumped on his head as kids — who was sitting at his usual spot about what was happening. But decided against it. He wasn't really in the mood to talk to two crazy people just after waking up from his precious sleep.

So he turned towards Bahu, signalling him with the language of eye contact to do something. But that dumbass just tilted his head at him, not understanding a single thing Bhall said- or eyed- or whatever you call moving your eye ball in a weird round motion.

Then only did Bhalla noticed the absence of Varuni and Devsena. From the moment he had woken up till now, he hadn't seen any of the two ladies. It wasn't like they can just disappear... Especially when his mother was having a screaming session so early in the morning. They should have been present in the court as well right?

Bhalla tried his eye communication on Bahu once again. And to his surprise Bahu understood that. Even replied to it by blinking his eyes a couple of times.

Turns out he too had noticed the absence of their wives. And even the absence of Kattappa during such a crucial time was uncommon Bahu said. Or blinked.

Then only did him and Bahu both focused on what his mother actually was saying.

“HOW CAN THEY BOTH JUST RUN AWAY WITH THE ENTIRE ROYAL TREASURE IN A SINGLE NIGHT WITHOUT LEAVING EVEN A TRACE?!!? DID THEY VANISH FROM THE EARTH'S SURFACE OR WHAT? THIS IS DISHONOUR TO THE RAJPARIVAR. DISHONOUR TO THE GREAT KINGDOM OF MAHISHMATI. DISHONOUR TO ME, RAJMATA SHIVAGAMI-”

Wait what? Who ran away?

Bhalla's thought had started to connect the dots slowly now. So he looked at Bahu again, who now was narrowing his eyes at him and then lifted his brows high up.

‘Is she talking about Devsena and Varuni?’

Bhalla understood what Bahu was trying to say- or blink. He was thinking of the same thing as well. Otherwise why would his mother be screaming so early in the morning, or his father be looking like an annoyed three year old, or his mother will drown him in his sleep, or most importantly...

‘Why would the two be absent from the court?’

Ohh there goes Bahu! Always stealing his spotlight. This time he was moving his eyes like a Kathakali dancer. How did he even learn that-

But he was right. Why would both the ladies be missing if it was not them who had ran away, as his mother was shouting about.

Yet to be absolutely sure their wives have ran away, and they weren't just speculating — which by the way would earn both of them a temporary ban from either of their chambers for a month if their wives got to know — they decided it would be best to ask and confirm the news before.

But the question was. Who was brave enough to face an erupting Rajmata and ask about it?

Definitely not him. Neither Bahu. They might have faught some really fucked up enemies, earning some name and fame. But facing Rajmata? That too in such a mood? Ohh they both would rather stay back a hundred miles.

Yet knowledge was necessary, and that is why Bahu decided to wiggle his brows at him. Urging him to go ask his mother.

‘Why must I be the one asking?’

‘Because you are older’

‘So what? You ask her you are younger’

‘...No you do it’

‘You do it’

‘No you’

“No you”

“No you”

“You”

“You-”

“AHEM!”

His father's very deliberate and very fake cough made it's way to his ears. And he realised that amidst arguing with Bahu in eye language, they had both somehow started to push eachother towards his mother. And whisper yell as well.

Before he could react anymore, his mother did a sharp turn towards him and Bahu. Bhalla wasn't even sure how the force she used to turn her head didn't dislocate her skull. But he guessed she was just really special.

Deciding someone will have to be brave and ask the question he opened his mouth to get with it.

“Maa what has happened?”

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And behold Bahu, again taking his spotlight. Dumbass would never let him be at peace.

But this time he wouldn't complain, he was glad the next strikes of thunder from his mother's mouth wasn't going to be directed at him atleast.

“YOUR WIVES HAVE RAN AWAY! THE ROYAL TREASURY IS EMPTY! HOW CAN YOU EVEN ASK WHAT HAS HAPPENED? THEY HAVE RUN AWAY WITH ALL THE TREASURE YOU IDIOT”

Ok he was wrong. The screams were directed at both him and Bahu. But that wasn't the main concern now he supposed. Right now he should work his brain to figure out why Varuni and Devsena had run away. That too with the.... Treasure...

Must they run away so early in the morning though? Bhalla preferred his sleep a lot, and being woken up with water to know your wife has ran away with her sister in law with your kingdom's gold. Isn't exactly the ideal situation now is it?

“Rajmata, there's not even a footprint they both have left behind.”

In came running Kattappa. His bald head and white beard shinning. Bhalla wondered how that old man's beard had such a growth even when his head was devoid of even a single strand.

“Maa, are you sure they left and aren't just hiding somewhere?”

“OFCOURSE I KNOW THEY LEFT. THEY LEFT WITH ALL THE GOLD! THE TREASURY IS EMPTY EXCEPT FOR ONE SINGLE COIN AND A LETTER”

“What does it says?”

“THAT THEY LEFT!”

Ofcourse the one time he opened his mouth, had to be to ask something so dumb. The letter would obviously say that the ladies left. What was Bhalla even thinking? It has to be because of some idiot's company. Otherwise he was sure he wasn't so dumb.

“Maa do you not think we should search for them?”

Wait now he was confused. Why was Bahu being the smart one and he the dumb? Wasn't he supposed to get the plot facilities in this story? The writer clearly preferred him over Bahu. Then why this discrimination?

“WELL DONE BAHU, FINALLY YOU SPOKE SOMETHING OF USE”

And again, Bhalla saw his father sneering at Bahu. That man really does needs a new hobby other than beefing with kids.

But Bhalla was sure what Bahu said was very definitely going to turn against him. He had experience from years of knowing his mother's tactics. He would credit himself as really observant if he wasn't so humble.

“You are right, someone should find them. And it's going to be you and Bhalla.”

“But maa-”

“NOW GO AND DO NOT COME BACK UNTIL YOU HAVE RECOVERED THE ENTIRE GOLD AND FOUND YOUR WIVES. BRING THEM BACK TO MAHISHMATI TO ME. GET OUT AT ONCE!”

No. Bhalla just wanted some sleep. He wasn't going to go on any search mission with just Bahu out of all people!?! Whatever happened to sending actual real search party in situations like this?

He looked at Bahu, only to find him scratching his head. Probably wondering what else to say next that wouldn't get him screamed at. Or worse, forcefully thrown out of the palace to go on the search.

Even so Bahu was hopeless, and his words will have affect on his mother as much as the hair oil's affect on Kattappa. Which is none. So he'll have to take matters into his own hands.

“But maa why us? You can send a proper team for this”

“AS THEY ARE YOUR WIVES IT IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY TO BEING THEM BACK. AND YOU WON'T GET ANY HELP FROM ANYONE ELSE.”

Ok shit. That didn't worked as well.

Bahu now looked genuinely distressed. And he supposed it was rightfully so. Because how can just two of them find the ladies, when even in the palace they left no traces back? His mother really was stubborn and weird Bhalla thought.

“And definitely not Kattappa”

“No Kattappa?”

“No Kattappa.”

Bahu was ready to protest and he wondered why that dumbass was so attached to that old man. For fucks sake he was old. Should Bahu just use his brain a little he'd know that old people will be of zero help in a search mission.

But that won't make Bahu, Bahu. Then he would have been smarter Bahu. And Bahu isn't supposed to be the one with common senses. It's him that has that quality. Which was very much overlooked in his opinion.

“NOW GET OUT. AND BRING BACK THE WEALTH AND BRING BACK THE WIVES”

He looked at his father. Who looked like he wanted to protest, but then even surprising Bhalla, his father nodded along to his mother's words.

Excuse him? Wasn't his father supposed to be on his side? Why was his father letting his mother disturb his peaceful sleep and sending him to a search mission. With Bahu.

He tried to tell his father through the same eye language as before. To which all his father did was glare at him and wiggle his brows back.

But he understood not a word- wiggle his father meant to say except something about having no money to pay salary...

Well, then Bhalla supposed there truly was no other choice. Except to roam around everywhere with the most annoying person with him. He was sure by the time they even found Varuni and Devsena, he would have lost half his brain power from just being in close proximity of Bahu.

“KATTAPPA!”

“Yes Rajmata?”

“Lead them out. And make sure you AREN'T at all helping Bahu.”

“Errr... Yes. As you say.”

Kattappa looked at Bahu with apologetic eyes. And now Bhalla was even more confused. Why does not even the old man have any common sense? Why does no one in this whole damn kingdom have common sense?

But just then both him and Bahu were ushered out of the court hall by Kattappa. Who by the way also looked like he could do with some sleep. Bhalla supposed only his mother was the one who woke up so early in the morning.

Bahu whined about work and having no back-up from Kattappa, so Bhalla threw him a diagusted glance. To which Bahu just whined more. Making his want to bang his head in the nearest pillar with frustration.

And just like that, Bhalla started to mentally prepare himself to find the ladies and the treasure. While trying to stay sane travelling with the dumbest person in existence.

Their faith was seal. And it didn't included a proper sleep on supreme white beds.

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HI POOKIES!!! ✨✨

SO YES, CRACKFIC. 😼

Lmao so the plot as you are seeing is from my ask that I had send @ricevodka (if you don't know the plot alright you can see as the story goes)

This is the first time I'm posting my writings Imao... And I had to make it cursedblr coded OBVIOUSLY!

So yes... This will be a series, and I plan to really really write it. Well atleast try to write it cuz I procrastinate so much it took me three days to write single chapter lol TvT

Wattpad pe post karungi when that fuckass app starts working ughffff

(Ik ik the name is super corny. But bear with me I'm uncreative ok... I might change the name later so oofff)

Anyways do let me know how y'all liked my writing and the first chapter lolIIII

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P.S. The supreme white beds is an inside joke

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[allari-ammayi]

Butta Bomma

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬➜

When bookworm Y/n reluctantly succumbs to her friends' movie night and watches "Bahubali," she discovers a newfound empathy for the much-despised Bhallaladeva, igniting an unexpected connection between their souls. Following the loss of her grandmother, Y/n inherits a mysterious red amulet that transports her to an unimaginable world. Her assigned mission: to alter the destinies of her beloved character. In the heart of Mahismati, Y/n's undercover adventures bring her closer to the royal brothers, determined to reshape their fates for the better. As bonds deepen, romance blooms and Y/n faces a dilemma: will their feelings jeopardize her mission? Will it even matter in the end?

𝐓.𝐖➜

This story contains themes of death and bereavement, violence, toxic relationships, emotional turmoil, travelling worlds, ¿isekai?, romantic conflicts, identity crisis, moral dilemmas, possible sexual content in later chapters, themes of betrayal, political intrigue, power struggles, intense emotional situations, and complex moral decisions, exploration of familial and romantic relationships, warfare, injury, and graphic violence. Let me know if I missed any!

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟏

𝐏𝐫𝐞-𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞➜

The Interesting Perspective

The New World

The Angel Lady

The Harsh Interrogation

The Monkey Woman

The Snarky Prince

The Etiquette Lessons

The Language Barrier

The Political Genius

The Mahismati Festival

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟐

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ⌗𝟏➜

The Scripted Starting

The Dancing Beauty

The Affectionate Prince

The Gruesome Battle

The Vitory Horror

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟑

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ⌗𝟐➜

The Dangerous Thoughts

The Kuntala Quest

The Royal Gardens

The Deciding Day

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟒

𝐁𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞➜

The Kuntala Journey

The Charming Princess

The Kuntala Palace

The Dreamer Boy

The Hunting Party

The Krishna Pooja

The Marriage Proposal

The Silent Attack

The Lady’s Choice

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Rejoiced Couple

The Wedding Night

The Jealous Banishment

The Back-Stabber

The Final Sob

The Honoured Dead

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Stubborn Prince

The Jealous Husband

The Painful Coronation

The Run-Away Wife

The Reunited Lovers

The Old Beginnings

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟓

𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞➜

The Library Roaming

The Compensating Gifts

The Hidden Portrait

The Risky Plan

The Portrait Showing

The Insistent Girl

The False Confession

The Impulsive Promise

The King’s Confession

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Defeated King

The Heart Problems

The Exiled Duo

The Discontent Girl

The Confidential News

The Sweet Embrace

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Impressive Queen

The Romantic King

The Revealed Secret

The Destroyed Amulet

The Two-Faced Liar

The Tragic End

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𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞➜

This story contains elements of fantasy, adventure, and emotional depth, but be aware of potential triggers, including violence, grief, and complex relationships. Reader discretion is advised.

Does anyone want an OC version if they're not interested in y/n?

[miladysproblems]

bhallaldeva x y/n - the power couple

not my best gif couplet but it is 12 am so-

[bhalare-vichitram]

Devasena: So, are you two dating now?

Bhalla & Y/n: Yes.

Devasena: Why?

Bhalla: I happen to find Y/n very appealing.

Devasena: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Y/n.

[ahamasmiyodhah]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇; Sivagami messed up real bad.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Bhallaladeva x Manjari (OC)

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @mahi-wayy

Devasena huffed as she cradled her swollen belly and swiftly walked towards the Chambers where Bahubali; her Husband and the King of Mahishmati, and Bhallaladeva, her elder brother figure and Commander of Mahishmati's army were planning something.

Things had gone awry when Devasena had took her firm stand up in front of Sivagami Devi, angering the Queen Mother in front of Whole Court. It was surprising, though, to see that Bhallaladeva confessed he didn't wish to marry Devasena anymore, and that Bahubali can marry her.

It would have led to civil war, but Bhallaladeva confronted Sivagami Devi which hurt her sentiments and the big ego she was growing back then, and the woman had declared that Bahubali will be crowned King and Bhallaladeva as Commander, but it came with consequences.

Bijjaladeva disowned his son.

Not that anyone cared, though.

The change in Bhallaladeva surprised both Devasena; who felt he was a snobby arrogant manchild and Bahubali, who was just happy his older brother was back. The two were though confused that who caused this change, and the day they found the answer when the Annual Jagadambika Poojan for nine days started.

The temple amidst intricate carvings and an aura of oil lamps lit up with a rhythmic sound of drums when Bhallaladeva, the fierce and imposing Commander of the Mahishmati Armed Forces, reached the place to join in the auspicious Pooja. There would stand courtiers, priests and noblemen, watching with reverence as the life within the temple, that earthly representative of divine power, the culture surrounding the kingdom.

As Pooja began, his thoughts strayed from rituals and chants toward the grand hall's center where a dancer moved with an entrancing grace. She was Manjari, a dusky-skinned Priestess whose movements turned into poetry, her anklets chiming with every step. She was dressed in red and gold, eyes glittering with a fire that almost matched the flames dancing upon the torches that supported the temple; and so living for the spirit of the goddess she adored. Bhallaladeva, sedate and poised as always, was entranced by Manjari's dance.

He saw each movement unfold as an expression of love and mystery, leading him deep into a trance. Her dance was much more than an art; it was a prayer, a powerful invoking to command every soul there to pay attention. For Bhallaladeva, the man of war and strategy, hardened, it was a profoundly spiritual experience to watch Manjari's ethereal dance.

He was exposed to the emotion-wrenching look in her eyes, the soft yet powerful dance of her figure, and the way that the mere presence of a person seemed to command the space. Amidst the blowing of conch shells and rising smoke of incense, Bhallaladeva came to realize that he was not observing something; but rather he was entranced by thin threads of invisibility connecting him to the divine priestess who danced as if she was calling the gods themselves to bear testimony to her devotion.

Devasena and Bahubali, both were elated that Bhallaladeva loved someone, and even helped him most of the times. Manjari was a Devadasi, hence even Sivagami didn't oppose her coming to Palace to see Devasena as she was pregnant, since a Devadasi is considered auspicious.

But right now, the danger looming over Manjari's head was something which scared Devasena.

The Princess of Kunthala reached the heavy doors and took a deeo breath, commanding the doors to be opened. Once they did, the occupants of room lookes at her. "Devasena? What are you doing here?" Bahubali asked as he and Bhallaladeva ran to her, making her sit on a Couch. Randev, Bahubali's friend brought a tumbler of water and handed it to Devasena.

"Bhalla! You have to run to Shiva Temple right now! Manjari! She's in danger!" Devasena exclaimed, her eyes wide. "What are you saying Devasena? Why will Manjari be in danger?" Bhallaladeva asked. "Rajmata. She wants you to marry the Princess of Simhadhwaja, Princess Yagnika. One of the courtiers told her about you and Manjari, and she has sent Soldiers to.." Bhallaladeva ran out before she could complete her sentence.

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Manjari was all set to sleep when a shadow outside her hut in Temple sanctum, and the sound of footsteps made her sit straight. Manjari could feel the hammering of her heart in her chest as shadows appeared to move in the faintly lit corners of her room. Then came a whispery rustle of armor; metal faintly glinted, and into this darkness lurked the soldiers, their intent predatory.

Panic ran through her veins. She hastened, those fragile feet not making a sound on the cold marble floor as she slid by the door with her heart pounding with fear and instinct. That temple, once her safe haven, looked now like a trap closing in on her. She ran the maze of temple corridors, taking those ragged, shallow breaths. The soldiers pursued her mercilessly; their footsteps filled the air with an eerie echo of danger nipping at the heels of this poor woman running for life. Her sari fluttered behind her as a banner of defiance yet showed no clear path marked in front. Manjari darted her eyes to and fro searching around for her escape, but every turn took her deeper into the mazes.

Just as she thought she might find her way out, Manjari spun on her heel, the rush of fear fogging her vision, and crashed into something so immovable, so unyielding that it rooted her to the spot. She backpedaled, eyes wide with terror, but when she looked up again she was gazing into Bhallaladeva's face. His towering form filled her entire view, blocking her way out. His gaze, intensive and unreadable, locked onto hers, and the weight of her predicament settled heavily between them.

"Senapathi.." Manjari tearfully hugged him, as The soldiers behind her stopped short, freezing as they saw their doom in Bhallaladeva's eyes.

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Bhallaladeva's footsteps echoed down the corridors of the palace, hot with indignation. His mind was bubbling over with bitter memories as he moved towards the Shiva Temple to his mother, Sivagami Devi, who was blamed. The Mahishmati kingdom had made her the regal queen mother-words for herself there were law. But to Bhallaladeva, she was a dim silhouette—thick and stern, unforgiving and unsweet. Bhallaladeva recalled how he always wanted his mother's love, even when a child; instead, he would get cold stares and a sharp tongue. Everywhere around him, people went around speaking of his strength and valor, but Sivagami's gaze was always on some fault-finding issue that had never brought across a proud motherly warmth. As he clenched his fists, memories of his childhood rushing back into his mind.

He could still remember all the attempts he had made to win her favor—by mastering the skill of war, performing exceptionally well in his studies, or showcasing his mastery in fights. But all in vain. Sivagami always compared him to his cousin, Amarendra Baahubali, whom she loved like her very son.

Bhallaladeva silently witnessed her when she gushed about everything Baahubali did, offering him that maternal pride Bhallaladeva has always wanted but would never receive. Every smile she threw towards Baahubali felt like a knife twisting deeper into his heart as it reminds him of how he shall always be second in her eyes. Meanwhile, recalling the favours of Sivagami, Bhallaladeva ran toward the temple.

He recalled the day he was winning the fight in the ground, but she picked Baahubali, making known her decision that the throne would be bagged by him who served people best and not by him who sought power. The words had hurt him, and he recalled them every moment in his life.

He is not a son to her; on the contrary, he was a brutal man with an insatiable will to dominate, unbefitting the prince for which he had striven for his life. Bhallaladeva did not utter the pain, covering it with layers of ambitions and anger within him, and today the facade was crumbling apart. Before him was the temple, its massive structure jarringly contrasting the chaos within his soul.

Bhallaladeva's breath was laboured, his face screwed up in a snarl as he stormed up the steps, his eyes blazing with the fire of years-long pent-up resentment. This place, consecrated to the god of destruction, seemed apt for the storm that brewed inside him.

Today Bhallaladeva was not marching up to a temple; he was marching against the shackles of his whole life left untouched with scorn and negligence, every stride taken as a defiant act against the mother who never did see him for who he was.

Just as he turned in corner, a horrified Manjari ran into him. Looking in her eyes he realised how scared she was. Her dusky cheeks were red with all the crying, her eyes wide in fear and pain. Clutching her sari around her body, Manjari hugged him tightly. "Manjari, I'm here.. do not worry. Just... Close your eyes. You might not want to see." He said softly and Manjari nodded.

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Thunder cackled in sky as Sivagami Devi sat on her throne, Bahubali and Devasena sitting nearby. The two were concerned as they waited Bhallaladeva's arrival. Soon the thunder cackled aloud, flashing the corridor in which stood a man holding a sword.

Sivagami Devi looked up, a shiver running down her spine as a bloody sight of a furious Bhallaladeva, and noted the flutter of a plain Red saree behind him. Bhallaladeva moved and her eyes widened when she saw Manjari, her hair partition filled with red Sindoor as he grabbed her hand and pulled her in, the girl looking fearful.

"Mother, meet your daughter-in-law, Manjari." He grinned, a grin which scared the three. Sivagami looked appalled, her wide eyes on Manjari as she looked at her from head to toe, her anger returning. "Bhalla!? What is this!?" She screamed.

Sivagami Devi's voice was at once shrill with indignation and robust as she berated Bhallaladeva with a flare in her eyes. "How dare you go against me to marry that temple dancer, Manjari?" she yelled, her speech loaded with scorn. "I wanted you to marry Yagnika, the Princess of Simhadhwaja, and seal an alliance for Mahishmati!" Her voice was robust, but behind it lay a hollow frustration—Bhallaladeva had gone against her wishes again.

Bhallaaladeva snapped. Climbing to his feet, he shouted into her face, "All my life, I've been nothing but a pawn in your schemes!" His voice was shaking with all the anger he felt, festering over the years. "You cared not for what I wanted, only for what you were about- your ambition. I am done living under your shadow," he said, the bitterness in his words as he confronted a mother who would never see him past his utility.

He took a step forward, eyes blazing with defiance. "I love Manjari," he said, his voice carrying through tension. "She sees me for what I am, not what she can get from me. I married her because she is my choice, not yours. I won't let you dictate my life again." Bold, defiant-a challenge flung at the feet of the woman who had always controlled his fate.

And for one moment, she was left speechless by this tirade, losing all her expression. Bhallaladeva's defiance shattered all the rigid expectations she had always imposed upon the world around her and created a chasm between them that seemed impossible to bridge. She could see him not as the son she had shaped but for the first time ever the man he had become, driven by a love that defied her will.

Sivagami soon moulded her expressions back in the cold one as she stood up. "You also are going like someone who once defied me." Bahubali looked away at that.

"Do not blame Bahu, Mother." Bhallaladeva sneered. "Manjari came in my life way before Devasena came in Bahu's life. And I won't let you dictate my life anymore." Bhallaladeva said. Sivagami stared at them for a moment before fleeting her eyes at Manjari, and left.

"Bhalla, you scared us!" Devasena exclaimed as she waddled fastly towards them and hugged Manjari. "Oh dear, you are so scared. Come, I will take you to room so that you can rest." She said and Manjari numbly nodded, before going with Devasena.

Manjari glanced back at Bhallaladeva, her heart pounding as she took in his imposing figure, drenched in blood from the fierce battle he had fought to protect her. His fierce gaze softened as it met hers, revealing a rare tenderness and love in his eyes. Overwhelmed by the realization of her deep feelings for him, she blushed, her cheeks turning a deep crimson. She gave him a small, shy smile before turning away.

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Can you please write jealousy headcanons for Bhallaladeva? One day he sees that the person he loves but hasn't confessed to due to his ego (they are also arranged to get married) is talking to her male friend for too long, so he gets jealous. Both SFW and NSFW, please!

Thank you!!!

|: Apsara, Mahesmati's new darling...

Receiver....Author: "Thank you so much for the love on the previous two. There were so many requests for all of these. Thank you so much!!"

Receiver....Synopsis: "The apsara, the wife of Bhallaldeva, quickly rose in Maheshmati as a sweetheart. Of-course, every sweetheart has it's admirers and it's dears, yours was Bhallaldeva, but also others..except the senapati doesn't like people fawning or even talking to his wife.."

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Receiver....Warnings: "I changed it a bit, sorry for that. But a lot of requests were similar. Fem! Reader. NSFW under the cut.|| Minors DNI.|| I cannot write historical smut..sorry :((|| Fingering, hints of breeding kink? mentions of thigh spanking, semi public place sex (forest groves)"

"It's probably because of the auspicious fire!"

"Auspicious....You mean to tell me..Bhalladeva glaring at that man is auspicious fire's fault??"

Kattapa asked Bahuali who huffed, trying to make sure his elder brother didn't kill anyone. Bhalladeva stood beside Bahubali with an awkward, force smile plastered on his lips while watching you coo to a pandit at the temple for getting his marriage fixed with a girl he'd been wanting.

"You really got her parents to agree?" you asked, fixing your lehenga and anklets while you stood around the auspicious fire, burning bright in the middle of the havan kund of the temple.

The boy nodded brightly, "I did!!" he almost felt his cheeks hurt with how hard he had been smiling. but he felt his back straighten up for no apparent reason, as he leaned his head gently to the side to meet the glare of the mountain of senapati of Mahesmati.

The boy's smile faltered as he bowed his head in greeting, your hands busy decorating the havan kund with rangoli gently, so you didn't notice. But you felt the air shift, as you looked up, fixing your nath gently.

"Are you okay, has anything happened to you?" you asked your friend who shook his head, "i think..I'm forgetting something. I'll talk to you later..yes?" he said, walking away as you turned around and found the reason your conversation was cut short—

"Bhalla!"

You huffed but amused nonetheless, walking to your husband and staring up at him as he looked up, sheepish as to not meet your eye but Katappa forced his head to match your eyes with a look that said 'your problem and go through it' as Bhalladeva grumbled—

"I was ju-", "No.." Bahubali shook his head, but shut up when he saw Bhalladeva glare at him, "Oh, would you look at that!! Devsena is calling me.." he said, taking his chance to slip away, pulling Katappa with him as Katappa motioned for you and Bhalladeva to take a walk near the grove mountain or something.

Which you both did, walking near the trees and forests, people weren't here because they were all busy with temple preparations as you held onto Bhalladeva's bicep while walking with him, your jewellery jingling as it always did..That provided him comfort.

"Now..mind telling me what happened?"

You almost grinned as Bhalaeva sighed, "You just look too nice.." he whispered, fixing your hair a bit, as you smirked, "I know!~" you grinned as he gently tugged on a strand of hair, before fixing your clothes.

You looked a bit too nice, in his opinion. His hand gently moved from playing with your hair down to your waist, as you almost froze.. A bit too intimate, especially for an auspicious place, but you had no problem reveling in the attention of the senpati of the empire.

"Getting touchy-touchy, are we?" you grinned as he rolled his eyes, pulling you close,

"mhm..." you gently pulled him down by his gold necklace and gently kissed his forehead..

Too fucking cute.

"It's sweet how much you're getting possessive these days" you grinned, pushing back your hair as you fixed your earring. As you walked ahead, he suddenly grabs you and pulls you back so roughly, making you almost yelp as your shoulder blades collide against his chest,

"...is it? Then..you wouldn't mind if I did something out of jealousy, would you?" he asked, his hand trailing up your waist, to your chest and then back down, hooking onto the side of the lehenga's fabric..

Oh god..

"This is-Ah-.. ho-horrible! our-..oh god-clo-clothes are gett mhm-getting dirty, senapati!" you hiss in annoyance, rolling your eyes..but you still arch your back as Bhallaldeva pushes his finger deeper, tilting his head, "oh yeah..?"

You whine, jewellery jingling with every movement as you slid down even more, if that was possible to the base of the tree he forced you against gently as he fingers pushed in deeper making you cry out

"Bhal-..Dea-Bhalla!” Your nails claw angry red pathways down his flexing deltoids, in a way that Bhalla would let only you do. “Don’t know if a-anymore will fit-”

"It will fit. I promise, dear" Bhalladeva nearly smirks, seeing the way he brutally forced up your special sari— the one you get for this special occasion, and your cunt gently drooling down..

He almost felt bad, if not for how your cunt clamped down on his big fingers with every soft "Ah-ah-ah" you let out.

You gently shifted, pulling your butt back as you were suddenly again forced down, but your tummy against the tree, so your clothes wouldn't be as dirty..

"here you go, cleaner?" and you don't even know how long it got because barely a second later, his cock was being forced into you. God you hoped no one was watching a high lady like you being fucked outside the temples in the nearby groves and forest lines..

Bhallaldeva lets his head fall backwards,, removing his expensive rings a leering dribble of drool placing down the corner of his lips already, toned hips snapping forwards at the clingy push and pull of your slobbering cunt. 

And it feel so unfairly good when he sinks in completely to the hilt with a few ragged breaths, so unfairly heavenly-

"f-hah-! De-dear..ar-are you feeling good?" he asked, almost mockingly with you barely able to answer, as you whine, holding the tree as you fixed your matapati gently, whining softy,

"H-ha-mo-more..-ple-please-more.."

You push your hips back to get more, as he holds them still, softly kneading his fingers, feeling the cold metal sting on the hot and reddened skin of your waist..pushing his muscular hips, his hard cock right into slobbery and gooey cunt.

"Y-..ya know..we co-could-mhm..-give ma a new child..no?" Bhalla smirks as he pushes his hip at just the right angle, making you throw her head back as he gently rubs your tummy before sneaking his hand roughly under your sari to rub your clit

He leaves teary, overstimulated kisses down the side of your face as you wiggle your hips back. “-make you my hngh- wife- my madam. Make you the m-mother of my heir...Sho-show tha frien' of yours..who you-sh-..belong to!” he hissed, starting to feel his brain get fuzzy

You’re giggling, barely-lucid yourself. “M’already your ah- wife, Bhalla–”

Fuck-

That single sentence shouldn't bee making Bhalladeva hit his hips rougher into you, making you lose the last shreds of sanity over his cock, as you dug your nails into his forearm, whining as your thighs quiver.

Bhalladeva holds one hand on your hips the other on your shoulder, pulling you back your gold kamarbhand to pull you back on his cock, cooing to you as if you were dumb with a smirk on his prideful face.

And those brown eyes of hs also staring down at you and your cunt, gently thumbing the clit with his rough hands which makes you push your thighs together till he gently spanks your thigh to make you keep them apart-

And when you cum, it’s with those same eyes on you admiring you as he places one kiss on your nape, pushing your hair ahead- and when he cum, shit, they’re rolling to the back of his head-

The soft jingling of jewelry as he ushered to gently fix your clothes and make you presentable and wipe the drool and tears as he gently kissed your forehead, making sure you're okay..

God you might have to make sure you make him jealous more often!~

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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.

***

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.

***

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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Next part of toxic please

It’s been too long .NEED.GIVEE

A/n : here you go anon. also this fic supports my headcanon that bhalla inner monologs like a tired eldest daughter who wants to set the world on fire.

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Bhalla really questioned if this was the same place he and his brother had to create such a ruckus to sneak inside. It was definitely tougher to pass these guards last time.

The thoughts don't stay long in his mind however, his eyes catching the familiar golden fabric. He grins before his feet take him after the light footsteps.

He comes to stop around the brothel part of the city, woman after woman in sight but not the one he was looking for. He makes it a point to ignore the catcalls and whistles as he walks in the area, he was almost out of the area when he was pulled inside one of the rooms.

“What the-” The curse dies on his tongue when he comes face to face with the one he was looking for. Now changed into a little more covering blouse and skirt as she rubs her wet hair.

“The older prince of Mahishmati, the upcoming king. What brings you to a place like this?”

Her voice was higher pitched than a male but it had that weight that was unique to it, it wasn't that it was deep like his own but it still made him feel the bass of things she spoke.

“You do, why didn't you reply to the proposal sent to you.”

“I wasn't in the kingdom, I don't know about any proposals.”

“And yet you recognize me in one glance.”

He smirks as a smile forms on those beautiful lips.

“Caught aren't I. I do know that you want to marry me but it's also true I wasn't in the kingdom to write a reply. Your highness.”

She speaks picking up a glass of wine sipping from it before offering it to him.

“Right, so can I ask what brings you here…”

He trails off bringing the glass up to his lips, his eyes locking on the way her's sparkled in utter fascination before they widen when he lets the glass slip and clatter on the floor.

He really got himself a interesting woman.

“...other than trying to poison me and killing people.”

He watches as she blinks before breaking out in a full smile and he is suddenly made aware that he had a heart which was literally banging against his ribcage to let out with how fast it was beating.

“You're fascinating.”

Her voice once again draws his attention to her as she steps in his personal space, her hands planting themselves on his chest before she pushed him back to have him sit down on the bed.

“You're interesting.”

He replies, his brow raising as she slips on his lap, her legs on his either side of his waist and arms looped around his shoulders. His arms work on autopilot to, circling her waist to prevent her from sliding down.

For several minutes they just stare at each other before she leans forward and he leans back.

“What?”

“As much as I find you interesting, you aren't sleek enough for me to forget that those lips of yours are covered in poison.”

“Smart.”

“I'm the only one in my family, trust me on that one.”

She hmmed slipping off his lap to sit beside him, messing with her bangles.

“The men I killed were former soldiers, who were planing on treason.” She said, looking at him.

“Why don't arrest and kill them infront of kingdom?”

“To keep the fear? tempting but I like deception more.”

Interesting. She liked deception, no wonder her reputation is totally different from-well her.

“My mother wishes to see you.” He says. The woman looks at him, there is a sparkle in them, like something inside him was being reflected in her eyes.

“Sure.”

They leave that night, it's quite a journey with both of them riding their own horses side by side. Singhpuram wasn't far from Mahishmati but it wasn't exactly near either.

Hence why it had one stop between it, a small lake used by villages nearby and travelers as a water source.

It was rather early in the morning, the sun wasn't up fully just sneaking enough to dull the darkness of the night sky and Bhalla was reminded he hadn't slept. Like all past eighteen hour-ish. Good thing his father's temper tantrum conditioned him to stay up at ungodly hours.

How else was he supposed to witness her in almost all her glory-those under clothes just to cloth around her chest and skirt barely reached the end of her thighs-testing the water with her feet before stepping it.

Was it rude to stare? very much. His mother would have his head not such a princely act but the thing was his mother would have his head for just about anything. This way to at least get a view before he dies or whatever.

He was tempted to join. He really was but Bhalla was a creature of habit and he would rather drown himself in the boiling water he gets in his baths than this poor lake.

For now he will just look at the view.

And in his defence from his earlier point of staring, he hasn't made a single protest that he can't watch. He wasn't a goodie two shoes to not take that hint, that was his brother.

She didn't look at him during her short bath, at least directly, he was very much aware of not so sneaky glances.

Oh did he mention he was at least washing his face and very much shirtless right now.

He follows her figure as she walks out of water, hair damp and clothes sticking to her figure, averting his gaze away once she reaches the tree and flaura cover.

He was an anti-social plotter not a pervert. Thank you very much.

Her outfit is better fitting for a princess, a little more loose, covering-not practical at all-and shiny. He blinks at the red fabric of the ridiculous long skirt reflecting the early sun rays, it makes him scowl because his eyes hurt.

Gotta love sleep deprivation.

He climbed the horse first, before helping her sideways, her left side pressed against his chest, her chunari wrapped around her covering torso and half of her face.

By the time they reached the palace, it was ticking to late afternoon. He swore in at least six different ways in his head as he noticed Devasena of all people came to welcome them.

His perfect poker held up as he climbed down the horse and helped the princess. The princess walked upstairs, her veil falling off her head, her now dry hair flowing behind her. A caramel contrast to blood red fabric.

He bites his tongue to suppress the scoff and the disapproval in Devasena's eyes, she has a good poker face but he has been reading people since he was like five.

“I hope you forgive my appearance princess, I was under some work when your highness came to me.” Mohini says.

Her voice is smooth, letting her words flow in a way he hasn't talked back in Singapuram.

“It's not a big hindrance. I am sure the palace has things worthy of you.” Devasena replied.

Bhalla almost whistled from the sheer tension, he was sure he would be able to cut it with a sword in thick slices.

It was all okay he guesses, boring even, when both females did not exchange more words heading inside.

That was until, she stopped in her tracks-Devasena parted ways with them ahead-turning to right and they, conditioned for years to catch it, picked up a familiar strong footsteps.

Mother.

His eyes flickered to her, who honest to god was smiling, heading in the direction of footsteps.

His life just got a hell lot interesting.

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We'll say hello again (Nevermind the chasm between us) 19

The last taste of love on her tongue is bitter and sour, like a rotten gooseberry. It's pathetic, the way she still craves love.

Gauri wants nothing more than to curl up and be held but she doesn't have that option right now and it feels worse than the fact that someone dared to make her feel so. She feels like a wretched girl, eighteen years and all she's managed to gain in the respect that comes from being of royal blood.

Her fingers and arms drip in the gold chain that clinks with every moment of hers, colliding with her armband and bangles and rings. The small dangling rubies at the end of the chain, that rest on her collarbone, make her throat appear bloodied. Gauri curls her fingers in a fist and imagines hitting Vijay with this hand, the gold scraping off his skin, the rubies becoming redder.

It is with this thought that Gauri swipes her tongue behind her teeth and walks out of her room to attend to Vijay's request for a walk with her. She hasn't bothered to change the saree she'd been wearing the whole day, and neither has she done up her hair in any other way than she usually does. She doesn't wish to give him any special attention nor does she wish his attention on herself.

Vijay is waiting for her on her doorstep, and Bhairav is stoically standing there, face impassive. Gauri notices a red bloom on the jut of Bhairav's jaw, wondering what exactly had happened within the span of an hour that she'd been in her room. She raises an eyebrow at him and he looks down with a minute shake of his head. Unsatisfied with his wordless reply, Gauri purses her lips but she knows not to push the topic in front of Vijay.

"Your highness," Vijay greets her, with a nod. Gauri usually doesn't wish to be arrogant, but a splash of arrogance has always been in her and it sparks and burns, at his audacity to not bow. If only she could kick his legs from him and make him kneel.

Gauri smiles wanly. "Mahoday. How may I help you this evening?"

"Be less formal, for one," Vijay smiles like he's cracked a joke. Gauri doesn't bother changing her expressions. He quickly backtracks. "May I have the pleasure of your company for a walk?"

Ideal etiquette would dictate that she say that his company is her pleasure. She forgoes it.

She nods, for she doesn't think she wishes to lie about such trivial matters, and steps forward. Vijay promptly turns and begins to walk out of the Royal wing.

He's not even making sure that they're walking parallel.

When she does reach enough to walk parallel to him, he eyes her. Ah, she thinks sarcastically. So, the man follows the ancient misogyny of not allowing the woman to walk parallel. Her ego grows wings.

"Royal family members are supposed to walk ahead, you know?" She says, almost purring with how low her volume is. "To show you the way, of course."

Vijay smiles at her, that dim smile that she's come to despise. "Well, I am about to be your husband and hence a royal, am I not?"

A shudder goes through her spine at the mere thought. "Unless you plan to stay at Mahishmati and become Princess Consort, the same rights as a Royal do not apply to you, Mahoday. I thought you'd know this. Since, you seem to know everything."

Vijay puffs up a bit at that and Gauri seriously wishes she could smack him over the head. Goodness gracious, she wonders how on Earth did the man survive.

Gauri wonders how she will survive the day with him.

Behind them, she hears a sound from Bhairav that she can think of as a scoff. He's never made a noise before, in regard to any private conversation she might be having, in all of their years. It tells her just how stupid Vijay is.

Vijay talks about his preferences and routine, back at his home. She notes him as a man of routine, who never strays. A man of plans. She wonders how predictable he might be. She wonders how easy it may be to slip him poison between one of the meals, before he goes for exercise. How it may seem like an accident when he chokes while exercising.

Gauri suppresses a sigh, and lets her breath cool in her chest.

"One day, you will be a part of the same routine," Vijay says, almost soft in his speaking.

Gauri once again thinks that had he not been so misogynistic, he would have deserved love. In another universe, Gauri might have helped him find that love with someone else too. But Gauri isn't kind enough in this world.

If her love is not enough, neither is she.

Vijay will have to die.

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Amar was taught by his teacher that a human heart is slightly bigger than the size of one's fist.

The first moment when he experienced love, is the moment he doesn't remember, but is told of. That moment when Maa lifted him in her arms and named him Bahubali, held him in her arms as she sat on the seat of Rajmata, with Bhalla on the other half of her lap.

With a breathlessness that is dizzying, Amar wonders today, where was Gauri, if not in Maa's lap? Where was Gauri? Where was Gauri?

When he thinks again, he knows he doesn't remember it, but he thinks that perhaps he experienced love first when he was in his mother's womb, with Gauri. Katappa Mama tells him that his mother was sure that she will bear a boy and his father was sure she will have a girl and god granted them their wishes together and it takes his breath away again to realise that the first time his mother must have talked to her pregnant stomach, talking to herself, she would have only addressed him.

It leaves a taste of ash in his mouth.

He wonders if the first love he experienced was the moment he was born. When Gauri wouldn't stop sobbing and screaming until she was put beside him. They are the same age, and he's barely older than her by mere minutes and yet, all he can think of her is that she is his little sister.

His baby sister.

He remembers the first time he lifted her up in the air and she squealed and he realised she was too light. He remembers the times he made her eat something throughout the day for a month to train her body to demand for more food. He remembers seeing the jut of her wrist bone and collas popping and he remembers an assassination attempt on her and he remembers the way his breath caught in his chest as he began running towards the river— uncaring that he did not know how to swim.

Amar remembers being held back by Katappa as Bhairav jumped in the river instantly and he remembers the way she moulded herself to him as soon as he had his arms around Gauri.

The instant trust, the feeling of home that he has for her, that feeling that she too had for him.

Now, he isn't sure she has the same feeling for him.

Gauri doesn't glare at him or any of the other family members. She doesn't say anything. More than anything else, her silence lodges itself in his throat like a shard of ice. Amar doesn't remember feeling so pathetic in his life.

When he sees her walking with Vijay, he realises why she hates Vijay. It's not just about her autonomy. They both know that one day they will have to marry and it might not stem from their own choice. But seeing the casual disregard Vijay has for her, the way he treats her like something he owns.

Amar is surprised that Bhairav hasn't unsheathed his sword yet. Amar knows he wants to. Hell, he's even seen Bhalla break a spoon in half just because Vijay presumed to call Gauri by her name alone.

"Tell me, Gauri," he hears Vijay say,"have you ever been to the West?"

Gauri shakes her head. It's rude, not to reply in words, and yet, Amar only feels vindictively proud of her for not speaking. She holds her stand, even if he can't.

He feels indebted to Maa, for loving them. He knows what might have happened to them, had she not held her ground and loved them in equal to Bhalla. Her love and protection has him kneeling on the ground and Amar can do nothing but watch as she decides to marry Gauri off to this oaf.

"I wish I had a brother like yours," Vijay says, looking away to the palace grounds. "Bhallaldev and Bahubali both are mighty young men."

And Amar remembers again, just how old Vijay is. A dozen years older than them. He calls Bhalla and Amar as young men and yet he wants to marry Gauri, who is of the same age.

"Do you think we would have sons like them?" He asks her.

The mere thought that this man might touch his sister is an abomination. Amar grits his teeth and very pointedly keeps his hand away from the hilt of his sword, knowing that his impulse control is next to none currently. The audacity of this man makes Amar want to commit several crimes.

Bhairav has no such regards. He goes rigid and from the distance, Amar sees Bhairav put his hands behind his back and take hold of the hilt of his own dagger.

(Amar can't keep track of that bloody dagger. It's either on Gauri or on Bhairav. Or perhaps both of them have the same commissioned dagger. He doesn't know.

And the mere thought of not knowing this trivial fact aches him in a way that he cannot explain. Not knowing something about his sister, his precious darling sister. Unfathomable. And yet, true.)

He can't see Gauri's expressions from here, but he hears her clearly enough. "There cannot be another Bhallaldev or Bahubali. Legends happen once."

"Well, then, I suppose it's not too much to hope there will not be another Gauri too?" Vijay says. Bhairav pulls the dagger half way out and Amar has the temptations to join him. There are only three more guards and Katappa here. No one will need to know where Vijay ended up. Vijay continues speaking, unaware of the danger he has drawn for himself. "I need heirs, you see. And a girl..."

Gauri shrugs delicately. "I do not claim to mould the future."

"You can do anything you put your mind to, is that not true?"

And Amar may not know his sister as well as she knows him, and he might not understand her as thoroughly, but he hears the bloodlust in her tone when she speaks. "Yes."

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Bhallaldev doesn't claim to be all knowing, but the one thing he knows for sure, is that Vijay will die soon after his marriage with Gauri.

Gauri will marry him, if only for the state, and will make him live enough for him to name her as his heir and then, he will die. It will seem like an accident, a horse going into madness at the wrong time, a dagger slipping from his hands, falling from wet stairs. Anything. And everyone will know but none will be able to prove it.

Bhallaldev finds that he does not care about Vijay being dead. It is true, that to marry Gauri, Vijay had promised that the whole of West province would support Bhalla's claim to the throne, and Bhalla had made an error in judgement and said yes to the man's proposal— not realising that he was dealing his sister.

Now, as they sit at the evening tea, Vijay talks about his childhood. Bhalla hasn't heard Gauri say a word.

He discreetly glances at Bahu and lifts his eyebrows after gesturing to Gauri with his eyes. Bahu cringes and gestures to Vijay with a grimace. It's enough explanation. Bhallaldev wonders if this is what the future shall hold for them— a silent Gauri, who isn't herself at all.

He knows that his father and him are the biggest to blame for her silence, and it burns away at his chest.

Bhallaldev might get the throne, but at what cost?

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Just after she retires from the dinner, Gauri sees the expression on her cousin and her brother and she ignores them.

The walk to her room is silent except for her anklets tinkling and the silver of them shining even more brightly under the caress of moonlight.

When they stop in front of her chambers, Gauri sees the stoic look on Bhairav's face. "What is it that you are thinking, Bhairav?"

"My princess," he swallows behind the words, as if he were about to say something else but reigned himself in. He drops to a knee before her, the empty hall making so that the only witness to them is the air between them. "I beg of you. Please, whatever happens, do not relieve me of my duties to you as a protector. I do not trust that man. I must be with you to protect you."

So pretty on your knees for me, she thinks abruptly and dismisses the thought instantly. She will not make him beg for anything and relish in it. She knows how important his self respect is to him and him kneeling for her makes it all the more important.

He's never knelt for anyone else.

Gauri uses her knuckles to tip his chin and make him look at her as she leans down. "You have heard me multiple times, soldier. You are mine. You're mine to protect and you are mine to command. No one will make it otherwise. Where I go, you will be beside me."

Bhairav's eyes fall shut, as if her words are his absolution and salvation wrapped in one. Gauri leans back up and forwards a hand to him. His calloused hand makes way into her own rough hand, painted with alta, and she pulls him up.

"You are mine to protect, my princess," he tells her,"I cannot bear to see you for even one more day as I have seen you today— withdrawn and quiet. My princess is a woman of power and fire. She needs not to keep silent and let some oaf speak for her. You can command the entire nation with one sentence alone. He does not command you."

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A shorter chapter because I've been stuck in a slump for this and i have no inspiration nor the proper encouragement for this story anymore. Let's see tho. Idk if I'll abandon this yet. I love Gauri Bhairav too much

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Bahu to Bhalla after an argument between him and Y/n: You have to apologise to them, Bhalla.

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jagadeka veerudu athiloka sundari - part fourteen

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Bijjaladeva stormed out of the palace, as fast as his legs could carry him. It had been eight whole months since he had seen his son, and he slowly went insane in the huge palace by himself. Kattappa governed the empire on Bhalla’s behalf, adding insult to his father’s injury. Now that his son had finally returned to him, he could be happy. 

Or so he had thought.

Bhalla returned to Mahishmati with his fully pregnant wife, her best friend’s words from six months ago ringing in his ears. 

Devasena stood a few metres away from Bhalla, her grip on her sword steel-like. “She needs to be at Sundarsi right now, and you know that. Why did you bring her here?” “Because she needs her best friend more.” Bhalla stared ahead, watching the small kingdom. 

“Kuntala looks like it has recovered.” Devasena scoffed at his remark and glared at him. “No thanks to you.” Silence settled as her eyes softened slowly. “You can keep her here however long you wish to, but she needs to be at her home to be truly happy. To be safe. Or her child-”

“I can’t take her to Sundarsi, that will alert my father of our whereabouts immediately. I wish to be away from him, for their sake. He would kill them both if we go now. She’s safest here, away from my father’s evil intent.”

He sighed, turning to Devasena. “I need to protect her, and the one coming to us soon. So think of this as me trying to be a good husband.” Devasena kept staring at him, her eyes cold, and she turned to leave. She paused, her back to him. “You need to go to Sundarsi for your wife, though. Her child needs to be born there, and you know that.” Bhalla huffed, nodding. 

“I do know what they both need, but for now, let us stay here until the time is right.”

Bijjaladeva froze the minute Aarya set foot into the palace, his eyes bulging out as he stared at her pregnant body, tears filling his eyes as he turned to look at Bhalla, his lips wobbling as he raised a shaky finger up at his son. “What have you done?” He cried, horrified and disgusted. Bhalla stared coldly at his father as Aarya dutifully bent down slowly to seek Bijjaladeva’s blessings. “We seek your b-” “Silence, you witch!” Bijjaladeva thundered, glaring at her as he stepped back, looking at her and then at his son. “How could you do this, Bhalla? You wed and now she’s expecting a child?! A child from her is no less than a curse to us, to our kingdom!” Bhalla silently helped Aarya stand up again, rubbing her belly gently and supporting her back, fondly smiling at her, before turning to coldly stare at his father. “You will not speak ill of my child, Nanna, or of my wife.” Bhalla’s proud smirk peeked through when he called Aarya his wife, and Bijjaladeva fumed. 

“Wife? Wife?! You trust this witch of a woman that much? You left your kingdom for months, letting it be governed by a slave, and you returned with this vile woman, swollen with a monster like her, and you expect me to be completely alright with it?!” Bijjaladeva glared at Aarya and pointed at her belly with disgust, spitting venom. “Are you even certain that this vile witch is carrying your-” A dagger materialised in Aarya’s hand as she pointed it at Bijjaladeva’s throat, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she pressed it in enough to draw out blood. Bhalla coldly glared at his father, a protective arm around Aarya. “Speak however you wish to about me, not a word against my child.” Aarya hissed, stepping forward as Bijjaladeva’s eyes shook, unable to look at her. “You’re old and my king’s father, so I’m bound to give you a little more respect than your worthless self deserves, but don’t mistake my manners and morals as weakness.” Bhalla calmly pulled her back, gently taking the dagger out of her hands as he smiled at her. “Aarya, you need to rest, come on. Go to our quarters, I’ll be with you shortly. I need to talk to my father.” Aarya nodded, following a few soldiers and maids and leaving, and Bhalla turned to glare at his father. “Aarya told you to say whatever you want about her, but if you even think of doing so again I’ll slit your throat myself, Nanna. She’s my wife, your daughter-in-law and the Empress of Mahishmati and Sundarsi.” Bhalla watched as his father’s face crumbled, a flurry of emotions passing through him as the old man choked and stumbled upon his words, tears running down his face. “You- all this, for a sleazy wo-” 

“No. All this, for my woman. For my wife.” 

Bhalla glared at him and stepped closer, towering over him as he slowly spoke. “I’m warning you for the last time, Nanna. Not a word against my queen; not a word against the mother of my child.” Bhalla turned and stalked off as his father was left behind, alone yet again. Bijjaladeva collapsed on the floor, weeping like a lost child, watching the emperor of Mahishmati with his family.

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Aarya sat on her bed, sighing softly as she rubbed her swollen belly, shifting uncomfortably as she settled down. Being pregnant wasn’t the greatest feeling in the world, it’s honestly not talked about enough. The pains, the discomfort, the uneasy changes in the body. Aarya scowled, trying to find some sort of comfort when she heard a chuckle and turned to see her husband watching her, a smug smile on his face. She scowled harder, rolling her eyes. “Aarya, this is ridiculous, you know that. I still don’t know why you’re so mad at me.” Bhalla waltzed over, gently lifting her and fixing pillows under to make her comfortable exactly how she preferred, moving to sit behind her as he pushed her head into his lap, massaging her head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m not mad at all, husband.” Aarya refused to sigh out in relief as he massaged her head, his hands slowly moving to her shoulders. “I just wish to know why we are here and not in Sundarsi.” She sat up and Bhalla smirked, nodding. “You’re not mad, are you?” “I wish to give birth in my kingdom and you brought me—”

“I brought you here only to show my father how happy you make me, my queen.” Bhalla interrupted gently, cradling her face. “I brought you here so that my wife would step foot in the palace, not just the Queen of Sundarsi. I brought the Empress of Mahishmati, the mother of my heir and my wife to Mahishmati. And I know I did no wrong.” Aarya stared at him, sighing softly as she moved closer to him, resting her back against his chest as he gently wrapped his arms around her, kissing her temple. She watched as he interlaced his fingers with hers, rubbing his thumb over her fingers as he raised her arm to kiss her fingertips. 

“I still wish to give birth in Sundarsi, Bhalla.” She whispered, looking at him softly. “I know, my queen, and you will. Because as much as the child inside is mine, I’m glad you have a bigger claim on the little one.” He kissed her temple again, leaning lower to kiss the place her neck met her shoulder, running a soothing hand over her side.

Aarya smiled softly at his affection, nuzzling into him. “Who do you think it will be? A prince or a princess?” Bhalla chuckled at her question, kissing her cheek. “A warrior, like my wife.” Aarya blushed and giggled, shaking her head. “Your wife hasn’t been a warrior ever since she’s gotten a child inside her, you know. That’s a long time.”

Bhalla softly stared at Aarya and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “This is also a battle you’re fighting, Aarya. Do you think I don’t notice the doubt and fear in your eyes every single second of the day? The worry, the insecurity, the troubled questions about yourself and this unborn little royal.”

He kissed her, pulling her closer as his hand ran over her back, making her sigh softly. “You’re the strongest woman I’ve had the pleasure of knowing my entire life, and I’m the son of Rajamata Sivagami. I’ve seen you govern your kingdom while on the run, care for me, yourself, our child, help Devasena rebuild her kingdom, not complain a single time about our conditions and push through all of it with the most graceful smile.” Bhalla caressed her face, resting his forehead against hers. “I’ve known women were the fiercest forces on this planet, but I only truly understood how strong after seeing you. I love everything about you, Aarya, and I’ll help in any way that I can to aid you in this internal battle of yours. And if I must take you to your kingdom, I shall.”

Aarya calmly stared at her husband through his monologue, a small smile playing on her lips as she realised just how much Bhalla changed in the last few months, a change even Devasena couldn’t believe despite seeing it with her own eyes.

Aarya kissed his forehead and smiled gently at him, cupping his face. “I’m so proud that my child has you as a father. Amarendra would be, as well.” Bhalla softened at her words, resting his head against hers as they simply basked in each other’s presence. 

— — —

Aarya rested in Bhalla’s arms as they sailed to Sundarsi, and he gently rubbed her hips to soothe any of her pains. His father, who came to talk to him, saw him and fumed silently, turning and walking back to his room in the ship, pausing in front of the small statue of Durga Maa that was sailing along with them. “You… you made me bring that woman into our lives, haven’t you? Fine. I'll be the one to make sure she’s gone as well. Forever.”

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