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I just binge read "butta bomma" and I love love love it already! The banter with bhalla is so cute🥺. I'm so so excited for next chapters!

(I have my physiology exam tomorrow but I couldn't stop myself from reading the fic as soom as I saw the notifications!😭❤️)

Ahh, thank you so much, I'm so glad you're enjoying it!! 😭❤️ (Good luck on your exam if you haven't done it yet, and if you have, well done!!)

Butta Bomma

A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

The Etiquette Lessons

Synopsis: Following the events of the pooja, Bhalla has taken it upon himself to hire a royal trainer to aid Y/n with her Etiquette in hopes of making palace life easier for her. But when Y/n's etiquette classes go down in hell, Bhalla grows a soft spot for the girl and subconsciously assists her. Bahubali, on the other hand, guides her through the ins and outs of etiquette and openly encourages her, striking a pang of jealousy in Bhalla.

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As Y/N and Gowri strolled through the corridors of the palace, their conversation flowed freely. Y/N had grown accustomed to Gowri's presence and had come to appreciate her as a friend despite the initial shock of seeing someone familiar from her own world in this strange place.

Gowri, her tone tinged with curiosity, asked Y/N about her experiences in the palace. "How have your lessons been going, Y/N?"

Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Oh, you know, the usual. I've become a pro at curtsying and pretending to be fascinated by endless discussions about royal protocol."

Gowri chuckled, understanding the challenges Y/N faced in adapting to the courtly life of Mahishmati. "It's not easy, but it's useful to fit in. You're doing well."

Just as Y/N was about to respond, Bhallaladeva made his unexpected appearance, causing Gowri to discreetly step back and bow, giving the two some space. With a low bow, Gowri looked over at Y/n before scampering away from the two in a rush.

Bhalla's entrance was met with a cool, annoyed glance from Y/N, who was clearly not in the mood for idle chitchat.

With a smirk that hinted at his satisfaction in riling her up, Bhalla inquired, "How have your lessons been going, Monkey?"

Y/N's lips curled into a sarcastic smile, her annoyance evident in her response. "Oh, absolutely splendid," she retorted, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I can now curtsy with the grace of a swan and maintain a poker face during the most riveting discussions about tea ceremonies."

Bhalla couldn't help but find her snark amusing, and he leaned slightly closer, his gaze locking onto hers with an almost mischievous glint. "Ah, the essentials of court life. You're learning to blend in admirably."

Y/N's scowl deepened at his response, her irritation far from concealed. She quipped back, "Of course, because nothing says 'Mahishmati royalty' like mastering the art of politely nodding while inwardly screaming."

Bhalla, not one to back down from a snarky exchange, shot back with a teasing smirk, "Ah, necessary evils, Monkey. Even Monkey princesses need refinement."

Y/n, rolled her eyes and huffed, having had enough of Bhalla’s annoyance.

“You know what, I have better things to be doing right now, Your Royal Snarkiness.” Y/n spat, irritably, Bhalla arched a brow.

“Oh yeah?” He smirked, “Like what, Monkey? Climbing trees so you don’t fly too far from your roots?” Y/n glared at him, her eyes narrowing.

“No. Like practicing how to gracefully and formally kiss someone’s ass for my next class!” She yelled in a whisper.

With that, Y/N pivoted on her heel, her sari swaying with each determined step, and began to walk away from Bhalla, her annoyance propelling her forward.

Bhalla watched her retreating figure, his amusement still evident in his features. It was becoming increasingly clear to him that Y/N was not one to back down from a snarky exchange, and he couldn't deny that her spirited responses intrigued him.

Then, as the seconds ticked by, Bhalla couldn't contain his laughter any longer. The chuckles bubbled up, and soon enough, he was outright laughing at Y/N's sassy retort. It was a side of her he hadn't expected, and her fiery spirit had just made her all the more intriguing in his eyes.

The laughter lingered in the corridor even after Y/N had disappeared from sight, leaving Bhalla with a bemused smile.

It seemed that every encounter with this mysterious outsider brought a new layer of complexity to their relationship, and he was growing more captivated with each passing day.

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Y/N's next lesson in the etiquette hall seemed like an exercise in patience.

The instructor, known for her stern demeanor and meticulous attention to detail, had lined up her students, which was a group of patient Mahismati children ranging from five to twelve years of age and one impatient ‘Mexico-ian’ of over twenty that stood out like a sore thumb.

She ordered them to balance books on top of their heads while maintaining a perfect posture.

As Y/N struggled to balance the heavy books on her head, her eyes began to wander, seeking even the slightest distraction from the monotonous exercise. The instructor's voice droned on in the background, explaining the importance of grace and poise.

Unable to bear the tedium any longer, Y/N mischievously glanced around to check if the instructor was too engrossed in her lecture to notice. Seeing an opportunity, she decided to make her escape from the seemingly never-ending lesson.

With deliberate care, Y/N slowly lowered her hand to the stack of books on her head, one by one, gingerly removing them and holding them by her side. Her posture remained perfectly composed, but her actions were far from what the instructor intended.

Just as she successfully slid the last book away, Y/N tiptoed toward the exit of the etiquette hall, her eyes scanning for any sign of the instructor's attention shifting in her direction.

Amused by the audacity of her act, Bhallaladeva had been silently observing the scene from afar. His lips curled into a faint, smirking grin as he watched Y/N's escape.

Y/N's nimble footsteps and the quiet creak of the door echoed through the hall as she made her daring exit. She thought she had succeeded in evading the instructor's watchful eye, but little did she know that she had an audience of one.

Bhalla's amusement grew as he continued to watch her, his eyes following her every move. It wasn't the first time he had witnessed Y/N's rebellious spirit, and he couldn't help but find it intriguing.

As Y/N slipped away from the etiquette hall, Bhalla decided to let her off the hook this time. After all, her daring antics had provided a welcome break from the monotony of royal life, and despite how much he denied it, he secretly enjoyed the way she kept the palace far from dull.

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Y/N found solace near an isolated pond within the palace grounds, the serene waters offering a moment of calm amidst her frustrations. She had managed to escape the relentless etiquette lessons that had been testing her patience, but her mood had yet to lift.

As she sat by the tranquil pond, the ripples in the water seemed to mirror the turmoil in her thoughts. However, her moment of solitude was soon interrupted by the arrival of Bhallaladeva, who had tracked her down.

Bhalla, with a playful grin on his face, questioned her presence by the pond, clearly aware that she had skipped class. His tone was teasing as he asked,

"What are you doing here instead of gracing your presence in the hallowed halls of education?"

Y/N, still harboring her earlier annoyance, responded with a defiant tone, "I'm doing what I want, so mind your own business."

Bhalla grinned at her feistiness and then added in a mockingly stern manner, "Ah, but remember, I am the prince, and I could have your monkey tail cut off for such insolence."

His words were laced with humor, but Y/N wasn't in the mood for jests. She shot him an irritated glance and turned her gaze back to the rippling water.

Undeterred by her annoyance, Bhalla took a seat beside her, his eyes still dancing with amusement. He inquired more sincerely this time, "Alright, enough with the monkey business. What's bothering you?"

Y/N hesitated for a moment, weighing her options. She had grown accustomed to their banter, but something about Bhalla's tone and genuine curiosity made her reconsider.

"Why do you care?" Y/N responded, her voice a mixture of frustration and resignation. Y/n shot him a dark glare, “Besides, if you’re just here to poke fun at me, I’m not in the mood, Your Royal Snarkiness.”

Bhalla's playful facade faded as he sighed, his expression softening. "I may have my moments of jest, but I genuinely want to know what's troubling you. So, please, tell me."

Y/N glanced down at the rippling pond, her reflection distorted by the moving water. Finally, she decided to open up about her struggles.

"It's those blasted etiquette lessons," she began, her voice laced with frustration. "I'm terrible at all that formality and grace stuff. I’m the oldest in the class by roughly ten or more years, and all the others are better at it than me!

A five year old! A five-year old passed the test and I didn’t! And we had the same thing! The instructor seems to have it out for me, and it just keeps getting worse every day. I can't figure out why."

Bhalla listened attentively, his eyes fixed on Y/N as she spoke. The mischievous prince had given way to a more thoughtful and empathetic Bhallaladeva, which was as rare as could be. He could sense her genuine frustration, and it tugged at something inside him. Something he’d never felt before.

After a moment of silence, Bhalla offered a sympathetic smile. "Formality and grace may not be everyone's forte, you know. And sometimes, instructors can be a bit... rigid in their methods. But you shouldn't let that bother you so much."

Y/N glanced at him, surprised by his understanding. "You think so?"

Bhalla nodded. "Absolutely. Being true to yourself is just as important, if not more so, than adhering to the rigid standards of etiquette. Besides, I've always admired your... uniqueness."

Y/N couldn't help but smirk at his use of the word ‘uniqueness.’ "Well, thanks for the pep talk, Prince Bhalla.” Bhalla gulped, a small tint of red starting to appear beneath his dark beard.

"Anytime, Monkey. And if that instructor gives you any more trouble, you know where to find me."

Their conversation took an unexpected turn, leaving Y/N feeling a bit lighter and Bhalla reflecting on the complexities of the spirited woman beside him.

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Amidst the backdrop of courtly etiquette and formalities, Y/N continued her relentless pursuit of grace and decorum, much to her own chagrin. Bhallaladeva, the prince with a reputation for his snarky and ruthless demeanor, took an unexpected interest in her progress.

One day, as Y/N struggled to execute a particularly challenging maneuver for her homework out of class, Bhalla couldn't resist offering his snarky insight. "Oh, look at that, Monkey," he quipped, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're almost as graceful as an elephant on roller skates."

Y/N shot him an exasperated look. "Well, you try doing this with a straight face."

Bhalla leaned closer to her, his tone still dripping with sarcasm. "I'm afraid I wouldn't want to outshine you, Monkey."

Y/N's brow furrowed in annoyance, but she couldn't deny that there was a glimmer of helpfulness within Bhalla's snark. "And what, may I ask, is your great suggestion?"

With a sly smile, Bhalla responded, "Simple, really. Just imagine you're gliding through a field of thorns while balancing a glass of water on your head."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Oh, thanks for that enlightening advice, Your Snarkiness. I'll be sure to use it next time I'm in a field of thorns."

Bhalla grinned, his amusement apparent. "You see, Monkey, you have to learn to find elegance in the absurd. That's where true grace lies."

Y/N let out an exasperated sigh, not realizing that Bhalla's seemingly snarky comments actually held kernels of useful wisdom. She continued to exchange snarky remarks with him, unaware that their interactions were slowly transforming into a unique connection.

As Bhalla watched her storm away from their conversation, he couldn't help but feel a growing fascination with the spirited woman who refused to conform to convention. He had found a worthy challenge in Y/N, one that intrigued him more than he cared to admit.

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Y/N's thoughts swirled with Bhalla's unexpected advice as she strolled through the palace corridors, her mind racing to decipher the hidden wisdom in his snarky remarks. Lost in her contemplation, she was taken aback when she collided with a sturdy presence. Before she could stumble, strong arms reached out to catch her.

Bahu's warm smile greeted her. "Y/N, why’s your head in the clouds today?" he teased, a twinkle in his eyes.

She let out a small laugh, her cheeks tinged with a hint of embarrassment. "I guess I've been preoccupied with these etiquette lessons, or rather, my apparent lack of grace during them."

Bahubali's empathetic nature immediately sensed her distress. "Ah, the infamous etiquette lessons. Don't worry, you're not alone in your struggles."

Y/N couldn't help but smile at his reassuring words. "It's just that I feel like I'm fumbling through a maze of unfamiliar rules and expectations. His Royal Snarkiness- I mean- Prince Bhallaladeva tried to help, in his own snarky way."

Bahu chuckled. "Ah, Bhalla and his snark. But don't be too quick to dismiss his advice. Sometimes, he has a peculiar way of shedding light on things."

She nodded, reflecting on Bhalla's words. "He did mention something about finding elegance in the absurd."

Amarendra Bahubali nodded thoughtfully. "That's Bhalla for you, mixing wisdom with sarcasm. But he might have a point. Sometimes, breaking away from convention can lead to true grace."

Y/N's curiosity was piqued. "Do you think you could show me, Your Highness? Help me understand these customs better?"

With a warm smile, Bahubali extended his arm. "Of course, Y/N. But first, let’s drop the formalities, I think we’ve been acquainted long enough to be on first name basis.” Y/n gaped at the prince, before quickly gulping and forming a small smile on her face. “Let's take a walk and discuss this further."

“Of course… Bahubali.”

As they walked through the palace's grand corridors, Bahubali shared insights into the kingdom's customs and the intricate world of courtly etiquette. He explained the significance of each gesture, each formality, and how they were rooted in the history and culture of Mahishmati.

Y/N listened intently, her initial anxiety giving way to a growing sense of appreciation for the traditions of this ancient kingdom. Bahubali's patient guidance made her feel at ease, and she began to see the beauty in the customs she had previously found intimidating.

Their conversation meandered from the complexities of courtly behavior to more personal matters. Y/N learned about Bahubali's childhood, his dreams for Mahishmati, and his fascination with the world beyond the palace walls. In return, she shared stories of her own world, the adventures she had imagined, and her desire to explore new horizons.

As they continued their leisurely stroll, Y/N felt a sense of gratitude for Bahubali's kindness and guidance. She realized that amidst the grandeur and formality of the palace, she had found a genuine friend in the prince, someone who not only offered her wisdom but also a sense of belonging in this unfamiliar world.

Bhalla's cryptic guidance did not go unnoticed by Y/N, but it was Bahubali who watched her lessons with genuine curiosity. Unlike Bhallaladeva, he didn't hide his amusement when she stumbled through the intricacies of courtly behavior. Instead, Bahubali often found himself chuckling at her endearing mishaps.

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One afternoon, as Y/N attempted to execute a particularly intricate curtsy, she tripped over the hem of her sari, nearly toppling over. Bahubali, who had been observing quietly, couldn't contain his laughter any longer. He burst into a hearty chuckle, drawing the attention of the instructor and fellow students.

Y/N, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, couldn't help but laugh at herself. "I suppose that's not how a lady should curtsy, is it?"

Bahubali grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, it's not the most traditional curtsy, but it's certainly one of the most memorable I've seen."

Their shared laughter echoed through the etiquette hall, breaking the tension and earning them amused glances from their classmates.

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As Y/N continued to navigate the intricacies of courtly behavior, Bahubali's curiosity evolved into a deep admiration for her resilience. He marveled at her determination to master these customs, despite her initial awkwardness. Bahubali recognized that Y/N's journey in Mahishmati was far from ordinary and that her uniqueness was a breath of fresh air in the palace.

One day, after her class had ended, Bahubali approached Y/N with a warm smile. "Y/N, you have a remarkable way of finding humor in your own missteps. It's refreshing to see someone approach our customs with such an open heart."

Y/N returned his smile, grateful for his encouragement. "Thank you, Bahubali. I've come to realize that every mishap is a lesson in itself, and laughter can make even the most challenging moments bearable."

Bahubali nodded in agreement. "Indeed, laughter is a universal language that bridges cultures and brings people together."

Their moments of laughter and shared understanding created a unique bond between them, transcending the formalities of courtly life. As Y/N continued her journey to navigate the complexities of Mahishmati, she found solace in the genuine friendship she had forged with the prince, someone who appreciated her quirks and celebrated her resilience.

Y/N couldn't contain her happiness upon receiving Bahubali's advice. Without thinking, she threw her arms around him in a spontaneous hug. It was a genuine, unrestrained display of gratitude.

Bahubali chuckled warmly at her enthusiastic reaction. "You're very welcome, Y/N."

Realizing her lapse in formality, Y/N quickly composed herself and executed a playful but exaggerated formal bow. "Thank you, Bahubali, for your valuable guidance."

Bahubali's laughter rumbled through the corridor. "No need for such formalities, Y/N. Just Bahu is more than enough."

With a bright smile, Y/N nodded. "Of course, Bahu. Thank you again." She then bid him a hasty goodbye. "I'll put your tips into practice right away."

As she turned and hurried away, Bahubali watched her with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. Y/N was a whirlwind of emotions and spontaneity, a breath of fresh air in the structured world of the palace. Her genuine enthusiasm left him both mystified and pleasantly surprised, and it brought a warm smile to his face as he continued on his way.

Y/n's newfound determination was evident as she arrived early for her etiquette lessons the next day. Her early arrival took the teacher by surprise, who had likely anticipated a less enthusiastic Y/n.

As the lesson progressed, the teacher, still slightly skeptical of Y/n's progress, decided to give her a final test, partly as a form of punishment for her previous escapade. She wanted to gauge just how much Y/n had improved, if at all.

Little did she know, she had two unexpected observers eagerly awaiting the outcome.

Bhallaladeva, despite his usual stoicism, couldn't help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over him as he anticipated Y/n's performance. His snarky demeanor had been replaced by genuine concern for her. He decided to sneak into the hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of her and put his mind at ease.

On the other side of the hall, Bahubali also felt a sense of curiosity and concern for Y/n. He had provided her with some advice, and he was eager to see if she had taken it to heart. Bahubali, too, decided to quietly slip into the hall to observe her progress.

However, fate had a twist in store for both brothers. Unbeknownst to each other, Bhalla and Bahu ended up bumping into each other in the shadows. The unpleasant surprise of seeing each other in this unexpected place was evident on their faces. They exchanged silent glances and decided to go their separate ways, each finding their discreet spot to watch Y/n's test unfold.

Y/n, oblivious to the presence of her secret observers, took the test with determination and focus. Her every move was executed flawlessly, and she demonstrated a level of grace and poise that had previously eluded her. The teacher, who had been skeptical of Y/n's abilities, was now visibly impressed by her transformation.

Y/n, drawing from the snarky but helpful remarks of both Bhallaladeva and Bahubali, tackled the test with newfound confidence. The tips and tricks she had gathered from the brothers played a crucial role in her success. She executed the lessons with grace and poise, her movements fluid and her posture perfect. Even the teacher, who had previously been critical, couldn't help but be impressed by Y/n's remarkable transformation.

When the teacher informed her that she had passed and was no longer required to attend classes, Y/n couldn't contain her excitement. In a moment of unbridled joy, she fist-bumped the air, her elation evident for all to see.

Both Bhallaladeva and Amarendra Bahubali watched Y/n's jubilant celebration from their hidden positions, their expressions shifting from surprise to pride. Despite their initial differences and the unspoken tension between them, they had both played a role in Y/n's journey, and they shared in her success.

Little did Y/n know that her triumph had not only earned her freedom from etiquette classes but had also deepened the interest and connection of the two princes who had secretly watched her with a mixture of concern and admiration.

Bahubali couldn't hold back his excitement any longer. As soon as Y/n had completed her final test with flying colors and celebrated her success, he couldn't resist the urge to congratulate her. With a warm smile on his face, he quickly exited from his hiding spot and approached Y/n.

"Congratulations, Y/n! That was an amazing performance," Bahubali said, his eyes filled with pride. "I always knew you had it in you."

Y/n's cheeks flushed slightly at Bahubali's kind words. His encouragement meant a lot to her, and she replied with gratitude, "Thank you so much, Bahubali. Your advice really helped me."

Before Bhallaladeva could make his way over to Y/n to offer his congratulations, Bahubali had taken the initiative. Bhalla watched from a distance, mildly annoyed that his brother had beaten him to it. He decided to wait and congratulate Y/n later when she wasn't surrounded by well-wishers.

But Bahubali's presence brought a genuine smile to Y/n's face, and she appreciated his support. However, she knew there was someone else she needed to thank. She turned to Bahubali and said, "Bahu, there's someone else I need to express my gratitude to. His Snarkiness also helped me during my lessons, and without his advice, I wouldn't have made it."

With that, Y/n excused herself and left the hall in search of Bhallaladeva. She ran through the palace corridors, eager to find him and offer her thanks for his assistance during her etiquette lessons.

Y/n's excitement was palpable as she raced through the palace in search of Bhallaladeva. She finally spotted him nearby and sprinted up to him, her eyes gleaming with exhilaration.

"Bhalla!" she exclaimed, coming to a stop in front of him, completely forgetting all formalities in the excitement and calling him by his name. "Guess what? I passed my test!"

Bhallaladeva's face lit up with feigned surprise. "You did? Well, that's quite an accomplishment," he said, his tone dripping with mock admiration.

Y/n couldn't contain her enthusiasm, and she raised her hand high, ready to high-five Bhalla. However, she quickly realized that the concept of a high-five might not be familiar to him. Bhalla looked at her outstretched hand with uncertainty, unsure of what to do.

With a cheerful laugh, Y/n said, "Oh, sorry, I forgot that high-fives are a modern thing. We do this." She gently slapped her own hand with a demonstration of a high-five.

Understanding dawned on Bhallaladeva, and he eagerly followed her lead, giving her a high-five. "Ah, I see. Well done, Y/n," he said with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Y/n couldn't help but share a piece of her world with Bhalla. "Where I come from," she explained, "people high-five each other when there's good news or just when they're happy. It's a fun way to celebrate."

Bhalla, ever the snarky prince, couldn't resist making a teasing comment. "Wow, I'm surprised you managed to complete it," he quipped, "I didn't know monkeys were so good with etiquette, monkey."

Y/n's initial excitement waned as she scowled at Bhalla's comment. She wasn't one to back down, though, and she quickly responded with her own snarky remark. "Well, Your Royal Snarkiness, I may be a monkey, but at least I'm a monkey who can pass an etiquette test. Can you say the same?"

The two of them began walking together, their banter back and forth like a playful game of verbal tennis. Snarky comments and witty retorts filled the air as they continued to exchange playful jabs. It was a dynamic that had become a hallmark of their growing friendship, a unique connection forged through teasing and laughter.

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Butta Bomma

A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

The Snarky Prince

Synopsis: An esteemed and grand Pooja is held in Mahismati which only the highest and greatest of the kingdom can attend. Y/n is invited to this grand event, and being oblivious to the mannerisms and traditions, struggles to navigate through the Pooja's rituals, earning her endless teasing and snarky remarks from the elder prince, much to her displeasure. Following the Pooja, Y/n reencounters a face from her time, a separate mystery of a Prince's soft spot opens up and some bad news is broken to Y/n.

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The chapter opens during a private Pooja held by the royal family, attended only by very high-ranking individuals and royal council members.

Y/N, now more accustomed to the palace's daily routines, was invited to this exclusive event, marking her gradual integration into the kingdom's inner circles.

As Y/N entered the grand chamber where the Pooja was taking place, led by servants, she was immediately struck by its opulence and the air of reverence that surrounded the ceremony.

The room was adorned with intricate decorations, and the fragrance of incense filled the air. She took a moment to observe the guests, many of whom were adorned in richly embroidered attire, and she realised the importance of adhering to the kingdom's customs and traditions.

The Pooja began, and Y/N found herself seated in close proximity to the princes. As she was led to her designated spot, she momentarily hesitated, not quite sure whether to sit on the floor or in one of the grand chairs alongside Bhallaladeva and Bahubali. Her uncertainty did not go unnoticed by the palace attendees, who exchanged knowing glances.

Bhallaladeva, ever the observer, couldn't resist seizing the opportunity for a snarky comment. With a smirk, he leaned towards Y/N and whispered,

"You know, in Mahishmati, we usually sit on chairs like civilized people, not on the floor like monkeys." He emphasized his playful nickname for her, 'monkey,' which had been coined during her fruit-gathering escapade.

Y/N, refusing to let Bhalla's teasing go unanswered, sent him a sidelong glance and retorted just as quietly,

"Well, Your Highness, it's not every day I get to feel like a monkey in a palace. But I suppose I can give the chair a try." With that, she smoothly settled into the grand chair, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes.

Bhallaladeva chuckled softly, clearly enjoying their banter.

"Ah, I see you're willing to adapt, even if it means leaving behind your primitive ways." Y/N couldn't resist a playful smile.

"Well, I'm nothing if not adaptable, Your Highness. I've even learned to tolerate the company of royal brats." Bhallaladeva rolled his eyes at her response.

“Watch your tongue, Monkey.” He warned, but Y/n took no word.

"Well, I must admit, the palace furniture does tend to be more comfortable than tree branches.” Y/N leaned back in the chair, smirking. "You should try it sometime, Your Highness. It's good for building character." It took Bhallaladeva a few seconds of thought about Y/n’s words before he gasped, his eyes wide as he gaped at her smirking face.

“Monkey.” He bitterly said, rolling his eyes.

The Pooja continued, and as the rituals unfolded, Bhallaladeva couldn't resist another opportunity.

"You know, Monkey, you might learn a thing or two about our customs if you paid more attention and less attention to me." Y/N glared at him and his audacity.

"Oh, I've been paying attention, Your Royal Snarkiness. Besides, at least I’m not the one picking a fight every time I see you. Anyway, I've learned that you enjoy making snide remarks almost as much as I do." Bhallaladeva raised an eyebrow.

"Is that so? Perhaps we have more in common than I thought."

“Maybe that, but not holding such grand ceremonies, we don’t.” Y/n motioned around the large event with her eyes.

“You don’t hold grand Poojas where you come from?” Bhallaladeva poked at Y/n with his suggestive words.

"You know, back in my kingdom, we didn't have grand ceremonies to worship deities- well, sometimes, but not as often as Mahismati. We just used smartphones and emojis." Bhallaladeva raised an eyebrow, clearly perplexed.

"Smart... what?" Y/N leaned closer, her tone conspiratorial.

"Oh, it's a magical device that lets you talk to people across the world without leaving your throne. You'd probably love it, except there's no room for grand chairs on Twitter."

Y/n was internally cackling at herself for her superior humour but grimaced at how Bhallaladeva wouldn’t understand her joke. But oh well, she enjoyed it enough for the both of them.

The prince let out a low, amused chuckle.

"I doubt I'd find such a 'device' of any use, but it seems to have made you quite the expert in... what did you call it? Emojis?"

Y/N grinned mischievously.

"Yes, indeed. I can say more with a single emoji than you can with a royal decree." Bhallaladeva's lips twitched with amusement.

"Is that so? Well then, show me." With a sly wink, Y/N mimicked an exaggerated emoji face, complete with wide eyes and a cheeky grin.

"There you go, Your Highness. That's the 'I'm thoroughly entertained by your snark' emoji. In a sarcastic way, of course."

Bhallaladeva couldn't help but laugh outright, earning a few disapproving glances from the other attendees.

"You certainly are a unique guest, Monkey."

As the Pooja continued, their banter intensified, each comment designed to one-up the other's wit.

Bhallaladeva, with a smirk, leaned in and whispered,

"You know, you're quite audacious for an outsider and a Monkey, sitting in my presence." Y/N shot back with a sly grin,

"Audacious? Well, you should be flattered, Your Highness. Not everyone gets to enjoy the company of someone as charmingly audacious as me." Bhallaladeva raised an eyebrow.

"Charming, you say? I thought I was dealing with a wild monkey." Y/N laughed hollowly.

"Wild monkeys can be charming too, especially when they outsmart the royals."

Their whispered exchange didn't go unnoticed by some of the other attendees, who were trying their best to stifle their laughter. Y/N and Bhallaladeva's verbal sparring had become something of a spectacle at the palace gatherings, and the onlookers eagerly awaited each new exchange.

As the Pooja continued, their banter grew more spirited, each comment a subtle challenge to the other's wit. Despite the insults and snark, there was an undeniable chemistry between them, a connection that seemed to deepen with each exchange.

The exchange elicited stifled chuckles from those nearby, who were undoubtedly entertained by the banter between the foreign newcomer and the prince. It was a lighthearted moment that hinted at a budding camaraderie, albeit one characterized by playful teasing and snarky comebacks.

During the Pooja, Y/N couldn't help but notice that the priest conducting the ceremony had an unusually high-pitched voice that, on that particular day, seemed almost comically exaggerated. It was as if his voice belonged in a cartoon rather than a royal ceremony.

As the priest continued with his high-pitched chants, a sudden bout of laughter threatened to escape Y/N. She struggled to stifle it, biting her lip to hold back the mirth that bubbled within her. But her valiant efforts were in vain, and a snort of suppressed laughter emerged, much to her chagrin.

Bhallaladeva, ever the vigilant observer, caught wind of her snort, as did the others gathered for the Pooja. A knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips, though he kept his amusement well hidden, choosing instead to glance away with a subtle shake of his head.

The palace staff, having witnessed this incident, shared a knowing look. It was becoming increasingly evident to Bhallaladeva that Y/N needed guidance in navigating the nuances of royal decorum and etiquette to better assimilate into Mahishmati's high society.

As Y/N was summoned by the priest to approach the sacred fire pit for a ritual, the atmosphere grew tense with anticipation. Her steps, however, were far from the graceful, deliberate movements expected in such a solemn ceremony. Instead, she sauntered casually, her sari's end swaying as she strolled, completely unaware of the formality required.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Y/n asked, taking a seat next to the fire.

Seated by the sacred fire pit, Y/N greeted the royal priest in an unintentionally informal manner, failing to use the specific, customary formal greeting meant for such occasions. Her actions prompted a variety of reactions from the onlookers.

Amarendra Bahubali, who had observed Y/N's unconventional behaviour throughout the ceremony, couldn't help but stifle a silent chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement. In contrast, Bhallaladeva's hand met his face with an audible face-palm, a gesture of exasperation and disbelief.

Y/N, sensing the weight of the room's expectations and her own blunder, glanced awkwardly at the royal brothers. She summoned a hesitant and awkward smile and shrugged, her uncertainty palpable. Her initial attempts at courtly behaviour were fraught with awkwardness and a glaring unfamiliarity with the essential protocols. The palace staff exchanged knowing glances with Bhallaladeva, realizing that Y/N's journey to adapt to Mahishmati's royal customs was going to be quite the adventure.

“Oh, I mean... um, Priest-sir... or Your greatness?” Y/N stammered, growing increasingly flustered. Bhallaladeva couldn't resist a snarky remark, leaning closer to Y/N and whispering,

“Oh, it's just the guardian of the eternal flame and the messenger of the gods, no need to be formal.” Y/N shot back with a sarcastic smile,

“Right, just a guardian of the eternal flame and the messenger of the gods. No biggie, Your Highness.”

Bahubali, who had been watching the exchange with a mixture of amusement and protectiveness, chimed in,

“Y/N, it's 'Your Holiness.' And don't worry, you'll get the hang of it.” Y/N sighed in relief at Bahubali's reassuring words, grateful for his kindness amid the awkward situation. But she couldn't resist one more dig at Bhallaladeva, who was clearly growing more annoyed.

“See, Your Snarkiness, even the guardian of the eternal flame and the messenger of the gods is forgiving. Maybe you should take a lesson or two from him.”

Bhallaladeva huffed in response, clearly not amused. “I have no desire to become a guardian or messenger of anything, let alone flames.”

The priest, though taken aback by Y/N's informality, decided to play along, recognizing the uniqueness of the situation. Y/N, sensing the tension, tried to correct herself, but it only added to the awkwardness. He chuckled softly and replied,

"Ah, it seems we have a free spirit among us today." Bhallaladeva couldn't contain his frustration any longer and muttered under his breath,

"Free spirit? More like a loose cannon." Y/N overheard him and couldn't resist the opportunity to come back.

"Well, Your Snarkiness, a loose cannon can make things interesting, can't it?"

Bhallaladeva shot her a withering look. "Interesting is an understatement."

Bahubali, ever the peacemaker, tried to intervene with a smile. "Let's not dwell on formalities for now. Y/N is still learning our ways, and we should be patient."

Y/N turned to Bahubali with a grateful expression. "Thank you, Your Highness. Your brother here isn't making it any easier for me."

Bhallaladeva scoffed. "I'm not here to make things easy for you, Monkey."

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes again. "Your Snarkiness, you're starting to sound like a broken record. Cut me some slack, will you?"

Bahubali chuckled and placed a reassuring hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Y/N, these customs may seem daunting, but I promise you'll get the hang of them with time."

Y/N turned to Bahubali with a grateful smile, her eyes reflecting her appreciation for his understanding. "Thank you, Your Highness. At least someone here is on my side."

Bhallaladeva couldn't resist a snarky comment. "Yes, it seems our noble prince is quite smitten with our guest from the land of ‘Mexico’."

Y/N laughed heartily at the playful tease, while Bahubali blushed slightly. "It's not about that, Bhalla. It's about showing kindness and patience to our guests."

Y/N chuckled sarcastically. "Why, Your Snarkiness, are you jealous that you're not the centre of attention for once?"

Bhallaladeva's retort was swift. "Hardly, Monkey. I have more important matters to attend to than vying for attention."

“You certainly have a way of keeping things interesting, don't you?” Whispered Bahubali to Y/n.

“I'm trying my best here, but these formalities are like a maze,” Y/n complained with a roll of her eyes. She turned to the priest and gave a bright smile. “Now, your holiness, d’you have me sitting here for any reason?”

Bhalla let out a deep sigh, face-palmed and shook her head slightly, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“She's going to give me more grey hair than I can handle.” He muttered to himself.

Y/N, overhearing his comment, felt a spark of annoyance and turned her gaze squarely on the prince. “Oh, Your Snarkiness, are you worried about your looks? I wouldn't want to be responsible for that.”

Bhallaladeva shot her a withering look. “It's not about my looks. It's about upholding the dignity of this ceremony.”

"But grey hair? Really, Your Highness? I didn't realize my presence was that taxing on your youthful appearance."

Bhallaladeva met her gaze with an arched eyebrow. "Your presence is taxing in more ways than one, I assure you, Monkey."

Y/N smirked, not one to back down from a challenge. "Ah, Your Snarkiness, always the charmer. How do you manage to be so endearing?"

Bahubali, who had been observing the exchange with a protective glint in his eye, couldn't resist intervening. "Enough, you two. This is an important ceremony, and we should show respect to one another."

Y/N turned to Bahubali with a warm smile. "You're right, Your Highness. I apologize if I've caused any disruptions." Bahubali smiled back, just as warmly.

Bhallaladeva, ever the instigator, chimed in. "Apologies won't change the fact that you've disrupted the entire ceremony, Monkey." Y/n narrowed her eyes at Bhallaladeva.

"Don’t say that, Bhalla. We know she didn’t mean to do this, and we don’t blame you, Y/n, or at least I don’t. I know it can be overwhelming, but we'll help you navigate. Besides, it isn’t a big issue." Bahubali, with a kind and protective tone, addressed Y/n, “I don’t know why Bhalla making such a big deal of it,” He added, with a whisper.

Bhallaladeva, noticing Bahubali's protectiveness, couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly. "Always the gallant protector, aren't you, Bahubali?"

"Well, Your Snarkiness, it's nice to have someone who appreciates my company," Y/n said. Bhallaladeva couldn't help but respond with a touch of annoyance, his voice tinged with subtle jealousy. He muttered,

"Appreciates your company a bit too much, if you ask me."

“Let's not argue during the Pooja, shall we? We're here to celebrate and seek blessings, not engage in squabbles.”

Y/N nodded in agreement, but couldn't help but sneak an annoyed glance at Bhallaladeva, adding, “Yes, Your Royal Snarkiness, save your lectures for later. We'll have plenty of time for those.”

Bhallaladeva scoffed and turned his attention back to the ceremony, while Bahubali shot Y/N a warm and reassuring smile, silently promising to guide her through the complexities of Mahishmati's customs. Amid the snark and playful exchanges, it was clear that Y/N had found not just a protector in Bahubali but also a friend who was willing to embrace her and help her adapt to her new world.

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As Y/N stood before the mirror, carefully brushing her hair in the quiet of her room, the rhythmic strokes of the brush being the only sound, she was momentarily lost in her own thoughts. The private Pooja had been an eye-opener for her, highlighting the stark differences between her world and the opulent, intricate customs of Mahishmati.

A sudden knock at the door broke her reverie, and she called for the visitor to enter. When the door swung open, revealing the servant who stood before her, Y/N was stunned, nearly choking on her own surprise.

"Can it really be you, Gowri?" Y/N exclaimed, her voice a mix of joy and disbelief.

Gowri, however, introduced herself formally to Y/N, her tone and demeanour lacking the warmth of their previous friendship.

Gowri bowed to Y/n, as a servant would to a master.

“Yes, my name is Gowri, my lady.”

“Gowri…” Y/n breathed out, her eyebrows scrunching in confusion and the tiniest tears welling in her eyes from the joy.

“Yes.” Gowri remained formal, finally standing straight but keeping her head bowed, “I have been sent by the prince to serve you as your new personal servant.” Y/n arched a brow, several things not mixing well in her head.

Why was Gowri acting so weird, which of the princes sent her, did she know about the whole red amulet thing, and why was she being so formal?

“What- Gowri, what’re you saying?” Y/n formed a cracked and confused smile.

“Oh, I have been sent by His Royal Highness to serve as My Lady’s personal maid-servant for the rest of My Lady’s stay at Mahismati.”

“No- That’s not what I meant.” Y/n gulped and stepped towards Gowri, her nose starting to sting with the creeping realisation of something Y/n didn’t want to believe. But Y/n clung to the one bit of hope and put her hands on Gowri’s shoulders. “Do you not remember me, Gowri?”

Y/n stared into Gowri’s eyes, her pooled tears evident and her voice broken.

“No, My lady. I’m afraid we haven’t met before.” Gowri answered, after a second of thought.

She explained that she had been assigned as Y/N's main personal servant, a revelation that saddened Y/N, realizing that this wasn't the same Gowri she had known and cherished.

Y/N, her eyes tinged with disappointment, sighed and said,

"I can't believe they've changed you so much.” Y/n then something to Gowri that nearly made her lose her composure. “Treat me like a friend, please, not like a master. Which means calling me my anime and treating me like an equal." Y/n said as she strolled back to her dressed table.

“What, no I possibly cannot, my Lady. That would mean I’d be showing such disrespect to you, I cannot-” Y/n looked at the stressed Gowri with wide, sad, and teary eyes. Gowri gulped at the look on Y/n face that shattered her heart into several pieces.

“Please…” Y/n begged.

Gowri hesitated for a moment, then her lips curved into a faint smile as she replied, "Of course, Y/n."

Attempting to bridge the gap and bring back the camaraderie they once shared, Y/N requested Gowri to treat her not as a master but as a friend. Gradually, the formality began to melt away, and their bond started to rekindle. Y/N appreciated the effort Gowri was making to adapt to her wishes.

“Oh, by the way, Gowri,” Y/n asked the two chatted away in front of a plate of cut fruits, “which of the princes sent you to me?” Gowri’s eyes went wide and she realised her blunder.

“Oh- That was a mistake of mine lady, the prince wished to remain anonymous, and yet I accidentally revealed his ranking.”

“Anonymous?” Y/n ached a brow.

“Yes. The prince requested that a high maid-servant be sent to My Lady to serve her as a personal maid-servant.” Y/n gasped and jumped slightly.

"Oh, Gowri, please tell me!" Y/n pleaded, desperation seeping into her voice. She clasped her hands together, her demeanour almost theatrical. "Please! I promise I won't tell them you told me!"

Gowri, on the other hand, appeared distressed by the predicament she found herself in. Her nervousness was palpable, and she nibbled on her nails in a futile attempt to calm her frayed nerves.

"I really mustn't- He'd- He'd- Oh, My Lady-” Gowri's voice quivered with uncertainty as she implored Y/n not to push further.

But Y/n was not one to give up easily, especially when faced with a tantalizing mystery.

"Come on, just a tiny hint, pretty please? You know how much I love a good mystery." She leaned in closer to Gowri, her eyes sparkling with playful anticipation.

Gowri squirmed in her seat, clearly torn between her loyalty to her lady and the weight of her secret.

“Well, I suppose I could say that... one of them seems to have a particular soft spot for your fiery spirit."

Y/n's interest was piqued, and she couldn't help but smile at the vague hint.

“A soft spot, you say? Now, that's a clue worth pondering over, isn't it?"

Gowri nodded timidly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anxiety.

"But My Lady, please, you mustn't tell anyone I said anything."

"Cross my heart, Gowri, not a word to anyone." Y/n made a solemn promise, sealing their secret with a conspiratorial wink. "Now, let's get back to this delicious fruit."

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Amidst their conversation, Gowri conveyed a message from Prince Bhallaladeva, which caught Y/N off guard. Bhalla had arranged for her to have etiquette lessons. Annoyance flickered in Y/N's eyes at the thought of Bhalla's involvement, but she reluctantly agreed, realizing that it was necessary for her to navigate the complexities of her new life in Mahishmati.

"Etiquette lessons, Gowri? Are you serious?" Y/N groaned, rolling her eyes. "What did I do to deserve this?"

Gowri chuckled softly, saying, "It seems the prince believes it's important for you to fit in here. Besides, it might not be as bad as you think."

Y/N sighed in resignation. "Well, let's hope they don't turn me into a completely different person. Imagine how it would be if they sucked the life out of me and turned me into a ‘His Royal Snarkiness’ clone.” Gowri stifled a chuckle.

“You know, I think the prince had pure intentions. He saw how you struggled during the pooja, and despite how much you two bicker, he seems to genuinely want to help.”

“Don’t be silly, Gowri,” Y/n said, with a roll of her eyes.

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The day following the Pooja, Y/N embarked on her etiquette lessons. The instructor chosen by the palace was a woman of unyielding traditionalism. With an air of stern authority, she left no room for error and demanded nothing short of perfection.

The instructor began with the basics, emphasizing the significance of poise and decorum within the courtly circles of Mahishmati. Y/N listened attentively, eager to absorb the knowledge that would help her navigate the intricacies of her new life.

However, her first lesson ended on a rather tragic note. As Y/N attempted to replicate the graceful gestures and postures the instructor demonstrated, her movements were far from flawless. The instructor's severe gaze never wavered, and soon enough, she couldn't contain her displeasure any longer.

With a sharp tone, the instructor scolded Y/N, making her aware of every misstep and misinterpretation of courtly conduct. Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as her inadequacies were laid bare for all to see. It was a humbling experience, one that left her feeling as though she was a long way from mastering the art of Mahishmati's courtly manners.

But Y/n knew one thing for sure: The next she would see Bhallaladeva, she would surely need to hold herself back from pouncing on him, pulling his hair and hacking the man into several pieces from the rage and frustration.

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allari-ammayi · 7 months

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Top tier behaviour is playing Uppenanta on repeat since childhood

This is honestly such based behaviour.

If you weren't listening to this song as a kid, what were you even doing?? It's such a bop lol

#Uppenantha>>>>>>

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allari-ammayi · 7 months

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Anon is actually tripping so hard cuz @vijayasena is acc the sweetest and genuinely kindest person I have ever met and they truly have so much happiness and light inside of them that despite how much they give to others, they still shine the brightest out of everyone.

I HOPE YOU DIE AND ROTT IN HELL YOU ARE WORST PERSON TO EVER EXIST.

stop being fake and pretend you care about everyone and you are so sweet you are fake and act like you are so sweet but let me tell you

you are worst and most fakest person i have ever seen

aww anon thanks for this but i love too . hate me as much as you want to . i dont care love

#its not like i can change anyone's mindset #but youre wrong anon <3 #its okay to have shitty opinions ♡♡

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allari-ammayi · 7 months

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Butta Bomma

A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

The Harsh Interrogation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her heart raced, and her palms grew clammy as she fabricated a story to protect her secret: that she was a young woman from a very distant land who arrived in Mahismati to learn about their culture but somehow ran into a magician who teleported her into the hunting ground.

The fear of being exposed weighed heavily on her.

She took a deep breath and began her fabricated tale,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The chamber was filled with a palpable tension as Bhallaladeva continued to study Y/N, his thoughts shrouded in mystery. It was a battle of wits, where the lines between truth and deception blurred, and the destiny of these two disparate souls hung in the balance.

The atmosphere grew ominously tense as the chamber door creaked open, revealing the menacing presence of Bijjaladeva, a man infamous for his cruelty and ruthlessness. His entrance was marked by an oppressive aura that seemed to cast a shadow over the room, intensifying the tension that had already gripped the interrogation.

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

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

Y/N, who had already been struggling to maintain her composure under Bhallaladeva's questioning, found herself even more distressed by Bijjaladeva's presence. She could practically feel the weight of his malevolence bearing down on her, like a predator closing in on its prey.

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

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

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

She couldn't help but blurt out,

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

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

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

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

He made a quick move to stand up and approach his father, but he was quickly pushed back. Bhalla knew Y/n meant no ill intent. He was just playing with her, making her nervous and tense, scaring her simply because he felt like it, not meaning to actually harm her. But his father, on the other hand, seemed to have other ideas.

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

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

The room seemed to close in around Y/N as she faced the true depths of Bijjaladeva's cruelty. Her survival in this unfamiliar world now depended on her ability to navigate the treacherous waters of his interrogation, where each moment held the promise of unbearable pain and torment.

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

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

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

"I believe her," Bhallaladeva declared, his voice cutting through the tension like a sudden gust of wind in a storm. His words hung in the air, a stark contrast to the atmosphere of fear and intimidation that had dominated the room.

Y/N's eyes widened in disbelief at Bhallaladeva's unexpected support, her confusion evident in her expression. She couldn't comprehend the sudden shift in his stance, especially after their earlier clashes. Yet, his intervention offered her a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of the interrogation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N nodded in gratitude, her emotions still a whirlwind of confusion and relief. The dynamics in the room had shifted in a way she couldn't have predicted, leaving her with more questions than answers.

The room seemed to exhale a collective sigh of relief as Y/N's ordeal appeared to be over. She let out a trembling breath, her heart still racing, but she was grateful for the momentary reprieve from the looming threat of torture. It was a brief respite, however, as an unexpected turn of events would once again send shockwaves through the chamber.

Before anyone could fully process what was happening, Bijjaladeva's demeanour shifted from calm to fury. In an alarming moment, he snatched a nearby torture instrument and lunged at Y/N with a ferocity that left everyone in the room stunned. The sharp tip of the instrument pierced the top layer of the skin on her right cheek, drawing a fat drop of blood that glistened ominously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N, her heart still pounding from the ordeal, looked at Bhallaladeva with a mixture of gratitude and astonishment. His unexpected intervention had saved her from further harm, and it left her with a newfound sense of hope.

As the tension in the chamber continued to mount and Y/N's stress reached its peak, a dramatic entrance marked the arrival of Amarendra Baahubali. His presence exuded an air of nobility and compassion that seemed to fill the room with a calming influence. With a gentle but authoritative demeanour, he stepped forward and took in the sight before him—the bloodied instrument in Bhallaladeva's hand and the large drop of blood cascading down Y/N's left cheek.

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n looked down at his hand with grateful eyes and placed her hand upon his and he helped her stand up. Bahu reached into his pocket and pulled out his very own handkerchief, understanding that Y/n was a fellow human being and despite their differences in class, treated her as so.

Y/N, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension at Bahubali's sudden appearance, let out a sigh of relief.

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

Bahubali's presence had lifted a great weight off Y/N's shoulders, and she felt a sense of safety and reassurance in his company. Yet, the confusion over the situation lingered, leaving the room in a state of unresolved tension.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This decision was met with a collective sense of relief, as it offered Y/N a chance to understand the dynamics of Mahishmati and lay out her plan to fulfil her secret mission. It was a testament to Sivagami's ability to balance justice and compassion in the face of uncertainty.

As Y/N's journey in the ancient kingdom of Mahishmati continues to unfold, the complexity of the characters will come to the forefront. The tensions within their relationships will simmer just beneath the surface, waiting to erupt at any moment. Y/N's presence in this intricate web of political and personal dynamics will mark the beginning of an extraordinary adventure, not just for her but for the entire kingdom.

As she awakens within the palace walls, the mystery surrounding her will deepen. Her arrival will raise questions about fate, the power of an outsider's perspective, and the pivotal role she will play in the unfolding events of this ancient world.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n turned to him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I intend to."

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

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

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

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A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

The Monkey Woman

Synopsis: Y/n decides to blend in with the other women of Mahismati and dons a Sari, catching Bhalla and Bahu's attention. Y/n is acquainted with several other women in the court, who teach her how to wear a sari in the Mahismati way. When Y/n's new friends longingly stare at a fruit tree, Y/n takes it upon herself to climb the tree and fetch some fruit, which catches the attention of everyone around, especially an amused Bhalla, who endlessly teases her about it.

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Once Y/N had been settled into her official room within the palace, she couldn't help but ponder her unique situation. The unfamiliar surroundings and the grandeur of the palace were a stark contrast to her previous life running her grandmother's antique store. She knew that to truly understand the kingdom and its people, she needed to blend in and dress like the other ladies of Mahishmati.

Curiosity piqued, and Y/N explored the closet in her room. To her delight, she discovered a breathtaking sari adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant colours. Although completely unfamiliar with the attire, she made up her mind to give it a try, despite her apprehensions.

With a mixture of determination and uncertainty, Y/N carefully unfurled the sari and began the process of dressing herself. She attempted to mimic what she had seen in movies and pictures, her fingers gently navigating the folds and pleats of the fabric. The sari's length and complexity posed a challenge, and her first attempt resulted in a slightly skewed, modernized version of the traditional attire. But she persisted, adjusting the drape and pleats until she managed to make it presentable.

As she gazed at her reflection in the ornate mirror, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her efforts to assimilate into this new world. The vibrant colours of the sari added a touch of elegance to her appearance, and she couldn't deny that she looked the part, even if it was far from perfect.

As Y/N explored the vast palace, she marvelled at the opulence that surrounded her. The grand corridors seemed to stretch on endlessly, and the walls were adorned with intricate designs that told stories of a rich history. The palace felt like a labyrinth of secrets and hidden treasures waiting to be discovered.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the grandeur of Mahishmati. The palace was a testament to the kingdom's power and influence, and Y/N couldn't help but wonder about the lives of the people who had lived within these walls for generations.

As she continued her exploration, Y/N encountered palace servants who bustled about their duties. Their attire and demeanour were a stark contrast to her own, but they treated her with respect and kindness. Y/N felt a sense of gratitude for their hospitality, which made her feel less like a stranger in this foreign land.

Her journey through the palace led her to the palace gardens, a lush oasis of greenery and vibrant flowers. The scent of blooming blossoms filled the air, and Y/N couldn't help but be captivated by the beauty of the natural surroundings. She took a moment to pause and soak in the tranquillity of the garden, finding solace in the midst of her extraordinary circumstances.

As Y/N continued to explore, she couldn't shake the feeling that her presence in Mahishmati held a greater purpose. She was determined to fulfil her mission, to change Bhallaladeva's fate, and to make a difference in this ancient world. The journey ahead was filled with challenges and uncertainties, but Y/N was ready to face them head-on.

With each step she took in the grand palace, Y/N's determination grew stronger. She was no longer just a visitor; she was a part of the intricate tapestry of Mahishmati, and she was determined to play her role in shaping its destiny.

As Y/N explored the grand corridors of the palace, her attention was suddenly drawn to a bustling training ground on the ground floor. Curiosity piqued, she made her way towards it. There, she spotted Bhallaladeva, intensely practicing swordsmanship with a group of skilled warriors.

From her vantage point on the third floor, Y/N had a clear view of the training ground. She couldn't help but be mesmerized by the display of strength and precision before her. Bhallaladeva's movements were like a dance of deadly grace, his sword flashing through the air with deadly accuracy. It was a sight to behold, and Y/N found herself completely absorbed in watching him.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Amarendra Bahubali, who had been present at the training ground, noticed her presence from a distance. He observed her as she admired Bhallaladeva's swordsmanship, intrigued by her fascination. Bahu had always been skilled in reading people, and he couldn't help but wonder what it was about Bhallaladeva that had captured Y/N's attention.

As Bhallaladeva continued his rigorous training, Y/N's gaze remained fixed on him. She admired not just his physical prowess but also the determination and dedication with which he practised. It was clear to her that he was a man who took his responsibilities seriously, even in matters of combat.

Y/N's unintentional observation of Bhallaladeva's training provided her with a deeper insight into the man. She had seen him not just as a prince or a warrior but as a person committed to honing his skills and fulfilling his duties to the kingdom.

Amarendra Bahubali, still watching Y/N, couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about her. Her fascination with Bhallaladeva had not gone unnoticed, and Bahu wondered if there was more to this mysterious newcomer than met the eye.

Bahubali, with his innate curiosity about everything and everyone, couldn't resist the urge to approach Y/N. As she stood on the third floor, her gaze still fixed on Bhallaladeva's intense training session, Bahubali made his way towards her with a friendly smile.

He approached her with a warm and open demeanour, a natural conversationalist.

"Quite a display, isn't it?" he began, gesturing towards Bhallaladeva and the warriors below. "Our prince takes his training very seriously."

Y/N, somewhat startled by Bahubali's sudden appearance, turned her attention to him. She found herself face to face with a man who exuded an air of approachability and friendliness. It was a refreshing change from the tension and unfamiliarity she had experienced since her arrival.

Her response, however, was marked by a strange manner of speech, a modern Telugu with a hint of her unique quirks. She replied,

"Oh, I know right?! Like, seriously, he's a badass warrior, isn’t he?" Her unconventional way of speaking piqued Bahubali's curiosity, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her choice of words.

"Indeed, he is," Bahubali agreed, his deep voice carrying a friendly tone. "But I must say, your way of describing it is quite... unique." He emphasized the word 'unique' with a playful twinkle in his eye.

Y/N couldn't help but smile in response to Bahubali's warm demeanour. Despite the language barrier and the unfamiliar surroundings, there was something about his presence that put her at ease. It was as though she had found a friendly face amidst the unfamiliarity of the palace.

Bahubali continued the conversation, genuinely interested in getting to know this intriguing lady. "I haven't seen you around the palace before. Are you a guest of the queen, or have you recently arrived in Mahishmati?" he inquired jokingly, his curiosity driving the conversation forward.

Y/N nodded, her expressive eyes reflecting her enthusiasm. "Yeah, I'm like a newbie here. Just arrived and trying to soak in all the royal vibes, you know?" She joked back. She couldn't help but laugh at her own words, feeling a bit self-conscious about her informal way of speaking.

Bahubali's warm smile remained unwavering. "Well, we're glad to have you here in Mahishmati and it’s good to know you’re settling in well," he replied, his gaze sincere. "If you ever need any assistance or have questions about the kingdom, don't hesitate to ask. I'm here to help."

Y/N's heart warmed at Bahubali's offer of assistance. She had never expected to find such a welcoming presence in this ancient world.

"That's really nice of you," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I might just take you up on that offer."

As Bahubali and Y/N continued their conversation, their rapport grew effortlessly. The language barrier seemed less daunting, and they found common ground in their shared curiosity about each other's worlds. In that moment, amidst the grandeur of the palace and the intensity of Bhallaladeva's training, a genuine connection was forming between these two individuals from different worlds, bound by the intrigue of the unknown.

As Bhallaladeva sparred with the skilled warriors in the training ground, his focus was unwavering, his swordsmanship precise and relentless. However, on this particular day, something unusual happened. His eyes, trained for combat and strategy, were inexplicably drawn to the grand palace's upper levels.

There, standing on the third floor, was Y/N, dressed in a vibrant and slightly skewed sari that accentuated her grace and elegance. Bhallaladeva's swordplay momentarily faltered as he caught sight of her. He found himself inexplicably mesmerized by her presence, his sword hanging mid-air as if enchanted by her beauty.

Bhallaladeva found himself mesmerized by the grace and uniqueness of her attire, something entirely unfamiliar to him in this ancient kingdom. It was as if her sari style had cast a spell over him, capturing his attention in a way he had never expected.

Despite the bustling training ground and the clang of swords, Bhallaladeva's eyes remained fixed on Y/N. The warriors he sparred with exchanged puzzled glances as they witnessed their prince's unusual distraction. They had never seen their prince react this way before, and it was clear that something extraordinary had caught his attention. Something extraordinary had undoubtedly caught his eye, and it was clear that Y/N had ignited a curiosity and fascination within him.

Amidst the chaotic training session, Bhallaladeva couldn't help but find Y/N's sari style uniquely beautiful, even though it was a modern twist that stood out in the grandeur of Mahishmati. This unexpected allure pulled him away from his rigorous training, setting the stage for an intriguing connection that would defy the conventions of their world.

Despite his usually reserved and stern demeanour, Bhallaladeva couldn't deny the magnetic pull he felt towards Y/N. There was an undeniable intrigue in her presence, an allure that had disrupted his focus in a way he couldn't explain.

In the middle of the clang of swords and the shouts of the warriors, Bhallaladeva found himself drawn to Y/N's graceful figure, her vibrant sari standing out amidst the palace's grandeur. In that moment, he couldn't help but wonder about the enigmatic woman who had unknowingly captured his attention, setting the stage for a connection that would defy the conventions of their world.

As Y/N decided it was time to explore more of the palace and get accustomed to the people around, she casually bid farewell to Bahubali, leaving him with a smirk and a wave.

“Well, there’s a lot more this to palace than just a hallway and a balcony, so I’ll take my leave now,”

“Well, I could show you around, if you wanted,” Bahubali offered, earning a smile from Y/n. Y/n looked around and saw the group of girls that were fawning over Bahu, and chuckled.

“Well, Prince Charming, I'll let you go back to your admirers. Don't want to keep the ladies waiting.” She said, with a princely charm, Bahubali chuckled,

"You're quite the character, Y/N. I hope you enjoy your time exploring the palace."

“Thanks, I’ll catch you later, Bahu,” Y/n departed with a wink and a wave, forgetting that she wasn’t talking to a fictional character anymore, but rather a real prince.

Her informal manner of parting amused Bahubali and even those nearby were taken aback by her audacity.

Bahubali, grinning at Y/N's playful departure, watched her go with an amused glint in his eye. He couldn't help but admire her spirited and carefree nature, which seemed to contrast the formality of the palace.

As Y/N ventured deeper into the palace, she couldn't help but notice the commotion caused by Bahubali's presence. It was a familiar scene - girls swooning and whispering amongst themselves, vying for a glimpse of the charismatic prince. Bahubali, accustomed to such attention, smiled and greeted those who approached him with charm and grace.

Y/N, on the other hand, was content to blend into the background, observing the interactions and dynamics of the palace without drawing too much attention to herself. It was her way of understanding this new world she had found herself in, and she was determined to make the most of this unique opportunity.

As Bahubali departed, a group of giggling girls quickly spotted Y/n wandering around the palace grounds. They couldn't contain their curiosity and excitement and rushed over to introduce themselves.

"Hello there! You must be new," one of the girls exclaimed, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Y/n offered a warm smile, appreciating their friendliness. "Yes, I am. I arrived here just recently," she replied.

The girls were eager to know more. "What's your name?" another girl inquired.

Y/n hesitated for a moment, thinking about her peculiar circumstances. "You can call me Y/n," she finally replied, opting for a more modern abbreviation of her name.

The questions continued to pour in as the girls gathered around her, creating an impromptu circle of curious faces.

"Where do you come from, Y/n?" one girl asked, her eyes sparkling with interest.

Y/n contemplated how much she should reveal about her true origins. "I come from a distant land, far from Mahishmati," she answered vaguely, maintaining an air of mystery.

"How do you know Prince Bahubali?" another girl inquired, her tone tinged with curiosity and perhaps a hint of jealousy.

Y/n chuckled, understanding the intrigue surrounding her connection with Bahubali. "I actually met him just yesterday," she confessed, and the girls exchanged surprised glances.

Their curiosity didn't wane, and they continued to pepper Y/n with questions. "What brings you here? Are you staying in the palace?" another girl asked.

Y/n decided to reveal her purpose, realizing that it wasn't a far-fetched story. "I've come to study the Mahishmati culture and learn about this incredible kingdom. As for staying in the palace, it seems I will be here for some time," she explained.

The girls exchanged glances, both impressed and envious of Y/n's opportunity. Despite their initial curiosity and perhaps a tinge of jealousy regarding her connection with Bahubali, they welcomed her warmly into their circle.

One of the girls then noticed something unique about Y/n's attire.

"Your sari is quite different from what we wear. Have you tried draping it the Mahishmati way?" she asked, a friendly smile on her face.

Y/n looked down at her slightly skewed sari, realizing that she had indeed draped it in a more modern fashion.

"I must confess, I'm not very skilled at draping it the way you do here. Would any of you be willing to teach me?" she asked, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity.

The girls exchanged amused glances and nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, we can show you! It's not too difficult once you get the hang of it," one of them reassured her.

With a single move, the ladies swept Y/n off her feet and ushed her to her chambers, but not before jealously admiring her room, its grandeur, size, and general amazingness.

Under the guidance of her newfound friends, Y/n's sari was expertly draped in the traditional Mahishmati style. With their assistance, she looked every bit the part of a palace dweller.

As they began to teach Y/n the art of draping a sari the Mahishmati way, the girls and Y/n formed an instant bond. Laughter and conversation filled the air as they shared stories and experiences, marking the beginning of a newfound friendship in the heart of the grand palace.

As they completed their task, the group of girls excitedly whisked Y/n away, eager to show off their newfound friend to the rest of the palace. They took her on a tour, introducing her to various parts of the grand palace.

Their wanderings led them to the training area, where the clashing of swords and the shouts of warriors echoed through the air. Y/n marvelled at the display of martial prowess taking place before her.

Unbeknownst to her, Bhallaladeva was engrossed in his training once more, his focus sharp as ever. However, as Y/n entered the area, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of her, and his swordplay faltered for a brief moment. Her presence, clad in the exquisitely draped sari, captivated him once again, much like it had the first time he saw her.

Bhallaladeva's intense eyes remained fixed on Y/n as she moved with her newfound friends, his curiosity and fascination growing with every passing moment.

As the group of girls roamed the palace grounds, they came across a magnificent fruit tree laden with ripe, tempting fruits. Their eyes sparkled with desire as they gazed up at the fruit-laden branches.

Y/n couldn't help but notice their wistful expressions. With a confident smile, she decided to take matters into her own hands. The girls turned to her, curious about her plan.

"I'll fetch us some fruit," Y/n declared, earning surprised looks from her new friends. They exchanged glances, intrigued by her confidence.

"How?" one of the girls asked, her curiosity piqued.

Y/n simply winked at them and began demonstrating her plan. She gathered the end of her sari and deftly tucked it into her lehenga. The other girls watched with wide eyes as she approached the fruit-laden tree and started to climb, her sari serving as a makeshift rope.

The sight was nothing short of astonishing, and it didn't take long for a small crowd to gather, both men and women, to witness this incredible display. Y/n's agile ascent was met with gasps of amazement and admiration.

From her lofty perch, Y/n plucked several ripe fruits and gently dropped them to her friends below. The girls eagerly caught the fruit, their faces lighting up with delight.

But amid the cheers and applause, Y/n couldn't help but notice Bhallaladeva among the onlookers. His gaze was fixed on her, his expression a mix of awe and fascination.

However, Y/n, unaware of his true intentions, mistook his look for one of mockery. She quickly descended from the tree and landed gracefully on the ground. Brushing bits of bark from her hands, she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her.

Not wanting to appear immodest in front of the prince, Y/n hastily readjusted her sari, ensuring it covered her properly. In her mind, she believed she had committed a social faux pas by climbing the tree, unaware that her actions had left many in awe, including Bhallaladeva himself.

As Bhallaladeva approached Y/n, the crowd that had gathered to witness her impressive feat began to disperse, giving them some space. Bhalla couldn't resist a snarky comment and a playful grin as he closed the distance between them.

"Quite the agile monkey, aren't you?" he teased, a glint of amusement in his eyes. His remark was met with a few chuckles from those who had witnessed Y/n's tree-climbing adventure.

Y/n, never one to back down from a friendly exchange, responded with an equally snarky comeback.

"Well, they say necessity is the mother of invention. Besides, I've never seen a tree laden with such delicious-looking fruit before."

Bhallaladeva's curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't help but inquire,

"Speaking of inventions, why the change in your sari style?"

Y/n glanced down at her sari, now draped in the traditional Mahishmati fashion. She chuckled softly, realizing her earlier fashion faux pas.

"Honestly, I didn't even realize there was a different style here. Back where I come from, that was how we wear saris. It's comfortable and practical."

Bhalla, despite his initial teasing, spoke more softly this time. "Well, you should wear your style more often. It suits you and you wear it well."

Y/n, caught off guard by one of the fruits that her lady friend had tossed her, blinked in surprise.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that. Could you repeat it?" she asked, genuinely curious about his words.

But Bhallaladeva's face reddened, and he quickly masked his embarrassment with a snarky comment.

"Never mind. It wasn't that important." Y/n held a saddened look on her face.

“Aw, come on please tell me, I really didn’t hear you!” She pleaded, her look causing Bhalla to go redder and he looked away in embarrassed anger.

“I said it was nothing, Monkey!” Bhalla huffed, angrily, waving Y/n away, “Go back to climbing trees or something.” He grumbled.

With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Y/n both puzzled and intrigued by their brief but engaging conversation.

Y/n couldn't resist the opportunity to fire back, her playful smirk evident.

"Oh, so you're an expert on monkeys now, Your Highness?” She shouted, causing Bhalla to turn shapely on his heel and walk back to Y/n with speed. “I didn't know they taught primatology to royal brats."

Bhallaladeva raised an eyebrow, not one to back down from a challenge.

"It appears they've also taught you to speak out of turn, insolent monkey girl." Y/n feigned innocence, batting her eyelashes.

"Oh, forgive me, your majesty. I must have forgotten my royal etiquette class back in my land."

The prince's jaw tightened, and he shot back with a sly grin. "Perhaps they forgot to teach you manners in the land of Mexico."

Y/n pretended to ponder his words for a moment, tapping her chin. "Manners, you say? Is that why your palace is so quiet? Everyone afraid to speak?"

Bhallaladeva's face flushed. "Our court has its own decorum."

"Ah, yes," Y/n replied with faux reverence. "The 'Royal Rules of Silence,' I've heard of them."

The prince's nostrils flared as he clenched his fists, resorting to painting his face with a sly smirk. "You have a sharp tongue, monkey. I hope it doesn't get you into trouble."

Y/n leaned in closer, a challenging glint in her eye. "Trouble finds me, Your Highness. I've been trained in the art of survival in strange lands, after all."

Their argument was interrupted by the arrival of Y/n's friends, who had been observing the exchange with worry. One of them couldn't help but tease in hopes of killing the tension down a little,

“Good evening, Your Majesty,” She said, with a quick curtsy, “It seems you’ve met my friend over here,” She motioned towards Y/n, “She’s new to the kingdom, she doesn’t know anyone yet-” Bhalla raised his hand to the lady’s face, his eyes boring into Y/n’s.

“We’ve met before,” Bhalla said.

"Looks like someone's found a sparring partner, Y/n." The lady said, awkwardly.

Y/n grinned and winked at Bhallaladeva. "Oh, absolutely. I've been searching for a conversation as stimulating as this for ages. It's not every day you get to trade barbs with royalty."

Bhallaladeva rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the small smile that tugged at his lips. "Just remember, Monkey, royalty always gets the last word."

Y/n chuckled as she turned to leave with her friends. "We'll see about that, Your Royal Snarkiness. Until next time!"

As they walked away, Y/n couldn't help but feel a strange mix of annoyance and attraction toward the enigmatic prince. Little did she know that their banter-filled encounters would slowly evolve into something more profound, leading to a love story that transcended time and culture.

As Bhalla retreated, the encounter set the stage for further interactions and developments in the story. Y/n, still adjusting to life in Mahishmati, found herself navigating her role in this ancient kingdom while dealing with Bhallaladeva's enigmatic and often contradictory behaviour. The exchange left her with a sense of curiosity about the prince and a growing desire to unravel the layers of his complex personality.

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Taglist: @vellipo-mellaga, @mellaga-karagani, @vayari-bhama, @bitchy-bi-trash (To join the taglist, let me know in the comments, and you will be added to future ones!)

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A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

The Angel Lady

Synopsis: When Y/n finally wakes up, following her sudden magical appearance in Mahismati, panic washes over her as she struggles against servants to escape. Bhalla is informed of Y/n's panic and when he appears, matters get worse but are quickly cooled when Bahubali interferes, suggesting that Y/n be left alone in the room to gather her thoughts. Y/n recalls her grandmother's words and realises her mission.

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As Y/N slowly began to regain consciousness, she found herself in a room that was entirely foreign to her. The soft glow of candlelight cast unfamiliar shadows on the walls, and the ornate furnishings surrounding her felt like relics from another era. Her disoriented state was further compounded by the presence of unfamiliar faces – servants who had been sent by Bhallaladeva to attend to her.

Confusion and fear surged within her as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. Y/n leapt up on the bed and crawled backwards till her back hit the headboard, instantly gaining the attention of all the worker ants scampering around in the room.

A profound sense of disorientation enveloped her, and her thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of disbelief. She couldn't fathom how she had ended up in this strange place, and a torrent of questions assailed her. Was she the victim of a kidnapping? Had she unknowingly become the subject of an elaborate prank orchestrated by someone with a penchant for the absurd?

The very idea that she might be in an ancient kingdom like Mahishmati felt utterly surreal, like a scene from a fantastical dream. Y/N's heart raced with anxiety, and she was seized by a sudden panic that eclipsed all rational thought.

Without pausing to consider the consequences, she made a desperate attempt to flee the room. Her movements were frantic, and she pushed past the bewildered palace servants who had been dispatched to assist her. Chaos erupted in her wake, with the bewildered attendants struggling to contain the unexpected turmoil.

“Please, my lady!”

“Stay calm!”

“We mean no harm!”

In those frantic moments, Y/N's actions became a tumultuous prelude to the unfolding narrative of her presence in this realm. The clash between her disoriented reality and the ancient kingdom of Mahishmati was a clash of worlds, and the ripples of her panicked flight would soon reach the ears of those who held the power and the answers to the many mysteries surrounding her arrival.

Two of the male servants, their hearts pounding with urgency, hastily exited the room and dashed through the corridors of the palace. They sprinted across the vast expanse of the palace grounds, heading toward the area where Bhallaladeva was leading his hunting party.

Their arrival was met with a mixture of confusion and concern. Bhallaladeva, an astute and decisive ruler, sensed that something unusual was afoot. His soldiers, accustomed to swift and unwavering commands, awaited his direction.

“What is it?” Bhalla asked, turning to the servants.

“Your- Your Majesty, the girl- She’s awake!” Bhalla’s eyes widened and he swiftly jumped off the horse.

“Good news,” Bhalla said,

“But unfortunately, the lady doesn’t seem to be taking the news well…” The servant’s words caused Bhalla’s eyebrows to scrunch.

“The lady seems to be under the impression that she is being held captive and that she’s been taken hostage!” Bhalla turned to the other servant, interested.

“She’s trying to run away, Your Majesty, she seems to be under the impression that we intend to harm her!” Bhalla quirked an eyebrow at the servant.

As the servants relayed the events transpiring in the palace, Bhallaladeva's curiosity was piqued. Though he remained stoic, an undercurrent of intrigue coursed through him. It was not merely a concern for the situation that spurred him into action; there was something else, something inexplicable that drew him toward this enigmatic stranger.

Without hesitation, Bhallaladeva issued orders for his soldiers to maintain a watchful eye on her.

“Try to calm her, and make sure she doesn’t leave.”

It was a measured response, one born of a ruler's discernment and an innate understanding of the need for prudence.

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Bhalla entered the chambers with caution, peeking in only to find the figure of the girl being held down by several servants as she struggled in a state of pure panic.

“Please! Let me go!” The girl pleaded, “I promise I’ll give you as much money as I have!”

Approaching the disoriented Y/N, Bhallaladeva found himself drawn into her gaze. Their eyes met, and in that instant, a peculiar sensation washed over him. It was as though he had glimpsed a fragment of his own past or encountered a presence he had long forgotten.

An uncanny recognition surged through him, a connection that transcended the boundaries of logic and reason. He could not explain this strange phenomenon, nor could he articulate the depths of his emotions. But in that fleeting moment, Bhallaladeva felt as though he knew Y/N from somewhere deep within as if their souls had shared a secret bond, even though they had never crossed paths in their respective lifetimes.

In the midst of her panic and disbelief, Y/N's disoriented mind suddenly made a chilling connection. Her wide eyes locked onto the imposing figure before her, and she recognized Bhallaladeva – a character from the Baahubali film she had watched.

“Rana?” Y/n said, tilting her head, “Rana Daggubati?”

“What did you call me?” Bhallaladeva asked, the confusion on her face evident and honest. The blood drained from her face as the realization crashed over Y/n like a relentless wave of horror.

It was a nightmarish revelation that eclipsed all rational thought. She wasn't in her own world anymore; somehow, inexplicably, she had been transported into the world of Baahubali. The palace, the kingdom, the very air she breathed – all of it was real, and the characters she had admired on screen were living, breathing beings.

Terror seized Y/N's heart, and she felt her voice tremble with panic as she addressed Bhallaladeva. Her words were a frantic torrent, spilling forth in a desperate attempt to grasp the incomprehensible.

"Where am I? How did I get here?" She questioned fiercely, her eyes wild with terror and confusion. The reality of her situation bore down on her like an oppressive weight, and she sought answers, no matter how implausible they might seem.

Bhallaladeva, the embodiment of strength and composure, found himself facing a stranger who had been thrust into a world beyond her understanding. The ruler and the interloper, both caught in a maelstrom of bewilderment, stood on the precipice of an extraordinary journey where the boundaries of fiction and reality blurred, and where the truth behind Y/N's inexplicable arrival would slowly unravel in mesmerizing and unforeseen ways.

“You- You were the one who somehow materialised out of thin air in front of my hunting party, it is I who should be asking who you are and how you got here.” Bhallaladeva established his authority and his voice boomed with power.

“That doesn’t answer a single thing,” Y/n said, her eyes narrowing.

“You will receive the answers you seek in due time, but for now, you are a guest in my kingdom, and you will show respect,” Bhalla announced.

"Oh, forgive me, Your Highness, for not rolling out the red carpet and bowing before you the moment I materialized here." Y/n spat, her frustration and confusion reaching a bubbling point.

The sudden and inexplicable appearance of this mysterious girl had not gone unnoticed by Amarendra Baahubali.

Amarendra Baahubali, a figure of both strength and wisdom who had been an observer within the hunting party, chose this moment to step forward. He had watched the unfolding interaction between Y/N and Bhallaladeva with a discerning eye, a mixture of curiosity and concern etched upon his noble countenance.

His intuition, honed by years of leadership and a deep understanding of the nuances of human emotion, detected the palpable distress in Y/N's demeanour. He recognized that her situation was bewildering and fraught with unanswered questions.

As Bhallaladeva and Y/N engaged in their fervent exchange, Amarendra Baahubali, or Bahu as he was affectionately known, sensed the need for a gentler approach. His voice, a soothing and resonant presence, carried the weight of his concern as he addressed Bhallaladeva.

"Let her breathe, Bhalla," Bahu suggested gently, his words a calming influence amidst the tumultuous sea of emotions. “The poor lady very clearly seems heavily distressed.”

Bhallaladeva, ever the strategic thinker, recognized the wisdom in Bahu's counsel. With a subtle nod, he conveyed his agreement.

Bhallaladeva motioned for the guards to stand down, and he took a step back, creating a respectful distance between himself and the bewildered Y/N. It was a silent acknowledgment of her need for privacy, a moment to collect her scattered thoughts and make sense of the extraordinary reality that had thrust her into this ancient kingdom.

“Leaver her be,” Bhalla commanded to the servants and the soldiers and they all bowed and one by one, filtered out of the room.

“And let us depart as well, Bhalla,” Bahu said, and with a curt nod and a reluctant look, Bhalla and his brother, too, left, closing the door behind them and leaving, but not before ordering two guards to keep watch of her door, lest they want another panic-stricken escape attempt.

As the tension in the room began to ebb, Y/N was granted a moment of respite amidst the watchful gaze of the kingdom's rulers. In this interlude, she had the opportunity to gather her thoughts and seek the answers that would illuminate the mysteries of her inexplicable journey.

Left alone in the room, the echoes of her grandmother's cryptic words reverberated through Y/N's mind. It was a moment of introspection, a chance to connect the dots between the enigmatic message and her own surreal situation. Her grandmother's words, once shrouded in mystery, now seemed to hold profound meaning in the context of the amulet's inexplicable power.

She recalled those words with newfound clarity, each syllable carrying weight and significance. "This amulet you hold carries the whispers of forgotten worlds. In time, it may become your guide to a realm where dreams and destinies entwine. When the stars align, trust the heart that beats within. Decipher the path it chooses."

As understanding dawned upon her, Y/N's gaze drifted upward, her eyes fixating on the ornate ceiling of the room. She raked her fingers through her hair, grappling with the enormity of the revelation. It was as though the pieces of an intricate puzzle were falling into place, revealing a picture that was both fantastical and bewildering.

In that moment of realization, Y/N's emotions found an outlet, and she couldn't help but direct her frustration at an unlikely target – S.S Rajamouli, the creator of "Baahubali." Though he had no connection to her inexplicable journey, he became a convenient scapegoat for her bewilderment and anger.

With a mixture of exasperation and anger, Y/N muttered under her breath,

"Blame it on Rajamouli."

It was a lighthearted jab at the mastermind behind the epic tale that had become her new reality.

As Y/N was left alone in her thoughts, Y/n began to piece together the cryptic message that her grandmother had imparted to her. Each phrase took on a newfound significance as if the words had been carefully chosen to unlock the secrets of the amulet's power.

"'Dear one, this amulet you hold carries the whispers of forgotten worlds,'" Y/n mused aloud, her voice tinged with a sense of wonder.

She contemplated the first part of the message, recognizing that it went beyond the notion of a simple family heirloom. Instead, it hinted at a profound and mysterious power imbued within the amulet. This power was not confined to their world but had connections to other realms or dimensions, suggesting an extraordinary ability to transport her to different worlds.

The next segment of her grandmother's words drew Y/n's attention.

"'In time, it may become your guide to a realm where dreams and destinies entwine,'" she recited slowly, recognizing the possibility that the amulet's true purpose might unfold gradually. It hinted at a journey where the desires and fates of individuals were intricately intertwined, a realm where dreams and destinies merged into a complex tapestry.

But it was the final portion of the message that remained the most enigmatic and thought-provoking.

"'When the stars align, trust the heart that beats within, for it alone can decipher the path it chooses,'" Y/n pondered.

The reference to the alignment of stars suggested a specific moment or circumstance when the amulet's power would be activated. Trusting the heart within seemed to imply that Y/n's own intuition and emotions would serve as her guiding compass on this extraordinary journey. And the phrase,

"decipher the path it chooses," hinted at a unique and uncertain path that she would need to navigate in the world she was transported to.

In essence, Y/n began to understand that her grandmother's words held the key to the amulet's power. It was a power that surpassed the boundaries of their reality, offering the potential to transport her to worlds beyond imagination, where her heart's desires and choices would play a profound role.

Outside Y/N's door, confusion reigned among the soldiers who waited. They exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what was transpiring behind closed doors. Inside, Y/N's frustration bubbled to the surface. She ruffled her hair in exasperation and, in a moment of whimsical release, let out a shouted curse directed at S.S Rajamouli.

“Ohhh, damn you Rajamouli!” She cursed, loudly.

As Y/N sat in contemplation, her gaze fixed on the non-functioning amulet, a sudden clarity washed over her. It was as if the pieces of the puzzle had finally fallen into place, revealing the purpose of her extraordinary journey.

With each passing moment, the realization grew stronger within her, taking the form of an undeniable epiphany. She understood the profound mission that lay before her—to change the fate of Bhallaladeva, a character whom most had despised. The amulet, she now comprehended, was not merely a tool for her own whims, but a guiding force with a higher purpose.

In that moment of revelation, Y/N grasped that the amulet would only return her to her own world after she had fulfilled this extraordinary mission. It was a mission that aligned perfectly with her deep-seated desire to change Bhallaladeva's destiny, to offer him the opportunity for redemption and transformation.

This newfound purpose infused her with a sense of determination and resolve. Y/N understood that her journey was not a mere accident or a capricious twist of fate. It was a calling, a chance to rewrite the narrative of a character who had been vilified, to explore the complexities of his soul, and to unveil the layers of humanity that lay beneath the surface.

Y/N vividly recalled the words she had penned in that essay, words that had once felt like mere musings but now held a profound weight of destiny. She had written about Bhallaladeva's tragic fate, about his descent into darkness under the shadow of his father's sinister desires. In the real world, it had been a topic of speculation, a hypothetical scenario born from her deep empathy for a character who had been vilified by most.

But now, in the world of "Baahubali," that hypothetical scenario had become her reality. Y/N realized that her mission had been a seed sown long before her arrival, a mission she had unwittingly pledged to undertake when she penned those words. It was a mission to change Bhallaladeva's fate, to rewrite the narrative of his life, and to save him from the tragedy that had befallen him.

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Hours had passed since Y/N had been left alone in the room to gather her thoughts. The room's stillness was only broken when the door to her chamber creaked open, revealing Bhallaladeva standing at the threshold. His posture radiated defensiveness and caution as if he sought to convey to Y/N that he harboured no hostile intent. However, as he stepped into the room, his gaze met Y/N's, and confusion clouded his features.

"Have you calmed down, yet?" The prince inquired, his voice laced with uncertainty. He seemed uncertain of how to approach the situation after their earlier encounter, where Y/N had been fraught with panic. Y/N, her expression one of perplexed composure, regarded him with a furrowed brow.

"I've always been calm," she replied matter-of-factly, her tone tinged with a hint of annoyance.

Bhalla's response was a satirical comment that sliced through the air.

"Ah, I see," he remarked dryly, his words carrying a trace of sarcasm. "So, the earlier display was just a routine for you, then?"

Y/N scowled at his thinly veiled mockery, her patience wearing thin.

"What do you want?" she demanded, cutting through the tension that hung in the air.

Bhalla, taken aback by her sharp tone, met her gaze with a scowl of his own. His words were clipped and carried a hint of authority as he spoke.

"You will be taken for an interrogation," he declared, his voice leaving no room for argument.

The abrupt shift in their interaction left a palpable sense of tension in the room. Y/N and Bhallaladeva stood on opposite sides of an invisible divide.

The encounter in Y/N's chamber had marked their first proper interaction, one that had instantly set the stage for a classic trope—enemies to… Maybe something a bit more? Despite the initial starry-eyed connection that had sparked when Y/N first arrived in Mahishmati, the currents of tension and misunderstanding now coursed between them, casting a shadow over any semblance of fondness.

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A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

The New World

Synopsis: When Y/n visits her ill grandmother, she is given an ancient red amulet along with a few cryptic last words, before her grandmother's death. Following her Grandmother's funeral, Y/n is inspecting the amulet when the starts above aligned in a mystical way, opening a way for Y/n to get sucked through worlds and find herself, unconscious in the middle of a hunting ground in a world she assumed was fictional. Watching a strange woman magically materialise in front of him, Bhalla is starstruck and decides to take her into custody and seek her medical attention to find her identity and intentions.

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Y/n's journey into the world of "Baahubali" was made possible by an ancient artifact - an enigmatic heirloom inherited from her grandmother. This precious possession was an ancient amulet that had been safeguarded within her family for generations. Unbeknownst to Y/n, the amulet held an incredible power within its intricate design - the ability to transcend reality and unlock doorways to alternate dimensions.

This amulet, an artistic masterpiece created by an ancient civilization whose intentions remained shrouded in mystery, was more than just a piece of jewellery; it was a conduit between worlds. Its purpose was to breathe life into the tales of history and forge connections between realms that were seemingly disparate.

As Y/n donned the amulet around her neck, she couldn't fathom its profound significance. Within its ornate patterns and hidden symbols lay the key to unlocking uncharted realms of storytelling and adventure. It was a relic of a bygone era that would soon transport her to a realm where history and legend converged. The characters she admired on the silver screen would become her companions and the boundaries between fiction and reality would blur in surreal ways. Y/n's journey was bound to transcend the ordinary and redefine her understanding of her existence.

Y/n's deep emotional connection to the epic story of "Baahubali" played a crucial role in selecting her as the perfect candidate for an incredible and life-changing adventure. The story that had captured her heart was about to come to life and merge with her reality in ways she could never have imagined.

The catalyst for Y/n's fateful encounter with the red amulet lay in her grandmother's deteriorating health. It was a night like any other as Y/n, in her role as the guardian of the ancient antique store, prepared to close up shop. The dusty artifacts and aging relics seemed to hold their breath in anticipation of the events that would soon unfold.

In the midst of her routine, Y/n's world was abruptly disrupted by a phone call. On the other end of the line was Gowri, her closest friend and her grandmother's devoted caretaker. A sense of urgency gripped Gowri's voice as she expressed her deep concern for Y/n's beloved grandmother, who was ailing and in need of immediate attention.

“Gowri, what’s up?” Y/n asked casually as she balanced her phone on her shoulder, leaning her head down, sideways to keep it in place as she carried boxes.

“Y/n… I’m getting really worried about Grandma… She’s looking worse tonight than she usually does.” Gowri’s quiet and unusually worried voice, caused Y/n’s eyebrows to scrunch up in confusion as she placed her boxes down and held her phone using her hand.

“What do you mean?”

“She just looks very fragile. I mean- She always does, but tonight it’s just… You should come visit her.” Gowri said. Y/n wasn’t one to argue much, and she wasn’t one to decline an invitation to visit her grandmother either.

“Alright, don’t worry, I’ll be there soon,” Y/n answered, determined.

With her heart racing and a sense of foreboding settling in her chest, Y/n realized the gravity of the situation. She knew she had to act swiftly and without hesitation. As she closed the shop for the night, the red amulet, unbeknownst to her, pulsed with a subtle energy, as if it were aware of the profound journey about to unfold.

Little did Y/n understand that this pivotal moment would become the threshold to a world where the lines between fiction and reality blurred into an indistinguishable tapestry of adventure. The red amulet, a silent witness to the unfolding drama, was poised to guide Y/n through a narrative that would transcend her deepest dreams.

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After closing up the antique shop for the day, Y/n hurried to visit her beloved Grandma, entering her room with a sense of deep concern etched across her face. There, she beheld her grandmother, who appeared extremely frail and unwell, yet her spirit remained as mischievous as ever.

"Grandma… How are you feeling?" Y/n asked softly, her voice filled with genuine worry. Grandma mustered a weak but warm smile.

"Oh, my dear Y/n, you worry too much. I'm just an old woman catching up with time." Her eyes twinkled with that familiar mischievous charm.

Y/n couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She had been raised by her grandmother and shared an unbreakable bond with her. Seeing Grandma in this state was deeply painful.

The two talked for a while, reminiscing about old stories and cherished memories, their laughter occasionally punctuating the conversation. It was a bittersweet moment, knowing that time was slipping through their fingers.

"Remember when you were just a little girl and I used to tell you stories of brave warriors and epic adventures?" Grandma asked, her eyes distant yet filled with nostalgia. Y/n nodded, her eyes misting with tears.

"Yes, Grandma, those stories were my favourite."

Grandma's gaze became more intent, her voice gaining a note of urgency. "Well, my dear, I want you to have something special. Something that will keep those stories alive."

With a feeble yet determined hand, Grandma reached beneath her pillow and retrieved a small red amulet, placing it onto Y/n's palm. Y/n looked at the intricate design and felt its smooth surface against her skin.

"Grandma, what is this?" Y/n asked, her curiosity piqued.

"It's an heirloom, my child," Grandma whispered. "An ancient amulet that has been passed down through our family for generations. Keep it close to your heart, Y/n, for it holds a power beyond imagination."

The exchange left Y/n with a mix of curiosity and wonderment. She had no idea that this simple amulet would soon become the key to unlocking a world of extraordinary adventures and unexpected connections, bridging the gap between her reality and the fantastical realm of Baahubali.

The red amulet, a mystical relic, hung gracefully from a golden chain. Its circular pendant, meticulously crafted, bore a diamond-shaped pattern on its top. The gem, encased in a thick, pure-golden outer layer, radiated an otherworldly enchantment. The surface of the golden casing was adorned with inscriptions in ancient text, weaving an aura of mystique around this cherished heirloom.

Y/n looked down at the amulet in her hand, its intricate design fascinating her.

"But what is its significance, Grandma?"

With a knowing smile, Grandma began to speak, her words taking on a cryptic and prophetic quality.

"Dear one, this amulet you hold carries the whispers of forgotten worlds. In time, it may become your guide to a realm where dreams and destinies entwine."

Y/n's eyes widened with intrigue.

"What do you mean, Grandma?"

Grandma continued, her words measured and enigmatic. "When the stars align, trust the heart that beats within. Decipher the path it chooses."

Y/n felt a shiver down her spine as the weight of Grandma's words sank in.

"Grandma, this all sounds… foggy. What should I do with it?"

Grandma's eyes held a deep wisdom as she replied, "Keep it close, my child, and let your heart be your guide. The amulet will reveal its purpose when the time is right. It is a connection to something greater, something beyond our understanding."

As Y/n clutched the amulet, a sense of curiosity and anticipation filled her.

The grandmother's words carried a profound suggestion: the amulet held a power beyond its ornate appearance. It possessed the ability to transport Y/n to a world where her heart's desires and choices would be of utmost importance. It was as if the amulet itself was a key to unlock a realm where dreams and destinies converged.

The deliberate cryptic nature of the message was meant to imbue Y/n's journey with an air of mystery and discovery. It was an invitation to trust in the unknown, to let her heart guide her through the enigmatic path that lay ahead. The amulet, a silent witness to generations past, was now her conduit to an adventure that defied the boundaries of ordinary existence.

With Grandma's words echoing in her mind, Y/n felt a mixture of curiosity and anticipation coursing through her veins.

“Remember my words dear one. This amulet you hold carries the whispers of forgotten worlds. In time, it may become your guide to a realm where dreams and destinies entwine. When the stars align, trust the heart that beats within. Decipher the path it chooses.

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As Y/n left her grandmother's room, she clutched the amulet, her mind still swirling with the cryptic message. Her footsteps were slow and contemplative as she walked back home, the weight of her grandmother's words and the amulet in her hand playing on her mind.

Seconds turned into minutes as Y/n reached her own doorstep. She was deep in thought, trying to make sense of the cryptic message her grandmother had left her. The world outside was quiet, and she was about to unlock her door when her phone rang again, and it was Gowri.

Y/n picked up the phone, her voice hesitant.

"Gowri? What's wrong?"

Gowri's voice, although filled with sadness, was more despondent than terrified.

"Y/n, you need to come back to Grandma's place. Something has happened."

Confusion washed over Y/n as she struggled to comprehend the urgency in Gowri's tone, barely being able to understand anything Gowri was saying through her choked sobs and tears.

"What do you mean, something happened? Is Grandma okay?"

Gowri hesitated for a moment before delivering the heartbreaking news.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. Grandma... But you have to come immediately! Now!"

Y/n's heart seemed to stop. Y/n sprinted back as fast as her legs could carry her. When she arrived at her grandmother's place, her heart sank as she saw Gowri sobbing uncontrollably over Grandma's limp body. The room seemed to blur, and Y/n's world shattered into a million pieces.

She dropped to her knees beside her grandmother's lifeless form, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch her. The realization hit her like a tidal wave—Grandma had passed away in the few minutes that Y/n had been away.

Gowri's tear-filled eyes met Y/n's, and there was no need for words. The pain, the grief, the profound loss—they hung heavy in the air. Y/n's throat tightened, and her chest ached with the weight of her sorrow.

The amulet, once clutched tightly in her hand, had fallen to the floor unnoticed. In that moment, all that mattered was the emptiness left by her grandmother's departure. The world had gone silent and still, and Y/n could do nothing but sit there, her heart shattered, as she mourned the loss of the woman who had raised her and who had left her with the enigmatic amulet that now seemed insignificant in the face of her overwhelming grief.

The world around her faded away, and she felt herself going silent. There were no tears, just a deep, profound emptiness that seemed to consume her. The amulet in her hand felt heavier than ever as if it held the weight of her grief.

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The funeral took place a few days later, shrouded in a heavy silence that mirrored Y/n's inner turmoil. Ever since she had received the devastating news of Grandma's death, her world had been plunged into disarray, and an eerie silence had settled around her. It was as if the very fabric of her existence had unravelled, leaving her in a world devoid of sound.

As Y/n stood among the mourners, her eyes fixed on the casket that held her beloved grandmother, she couldn't hear the cries and sobs that usually accompanied such occasions. The world had gone quiet, and the weight of her grief was a suffocating presence that seemed to swallow every sound.

In her trembling hands, she clutched the one piece of Grandma that remained with her—the amulet. It felt warm against her skin, a silent reminder of her grandmother's cryptic message and the journey that lay ahead.

Y/n lowered her gaze to the amulet, her vision blurred by tears. She kissed the amulet gently, a gesture of love and reverence. As her lips touched the cool surface, a single tear welled up in her eye and cascaded down, falling onto the amulet.

That solitary tear, a testament to her profound sorrow, glistened like a precious gem on the amulet's surface. It was as if her grief had been absorbed by the ancient heirloom, a silent promise that her grandmother's memory would forever be a part of her journey.

As the funeral continued in sombre silence, to Y/n, Y/n held the amulet close to her heart, finding solace in the belief that Grandma's presence would guide her through the uncertain path ahead. The amulet, now carrying the weight of both sorrow and hope, had become a symbol of their unbreakable bond, a connection that transcended the boundaries of life and death.

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One evening, a few days after the sombre farewell at Grandma's funeral, Y/n found herself engulfed in an overwhelming sense of loneliness. She longed to see Grandma once more, to hear her voice, and share a comforting embrace. But reality weighed heavily on her heart – Grandma was gone, forever beyond her reach.

In her solitude, Y/n's thoughts turned to the amulet Grandma had entrusted to her. It was a tangible connection to her grandmother, a piece of their shared history. Y/n took it into her hands, its surface cool and familiar, carrying with it the memories of their cryptic conversation and Grandma’s confusing last words.

As Y/n examined the amulet, a celestial phenomenon unfolded in the night sky. The stars above aligned in an inexplicable and peculiar way, as if nature itself was preparing for an extraordinary event. The amulet, sensing the emotional whirlwind within Y/n – her profound grief over Grandma's death intertwined with the deep connection she had developed with the character “Bhallaladeva” – began to radiate with a mesmerizing light.

The glow emanating from the amulet grew brighter, casting an ethereal illumination in the room. Y/n watched in awe and astonishment as the amulet's light danced and flickered, responding to the depths of her emotions and the celestial alignment above.

In that moment, Y/n sensed that something extraordinary was unfolding. She felt a connection, an invisible thread linking her to an unknown destiny. The amulet had become more than just an heirloom; it was a conduit to a world where dreams and reality converged, where her longing for Grandma and her fascination with Baahubali would intertwine in ways she could scarcely fathom. The journey she had never anticipated was about to begin, and it would bridge the gap between the ordinary and the extraordinary in the most astonishing of ways.

As the celestial alignment painted the night sky with its rare and dazzling display, the amulet's latent magic awakened in response to this once-in-a-lifetime event. It was as if the amulet had been waiting for this very moment, a convergence of cosmic forces that would set its mystical powers into motion.

In an instant, Y/n found herself transported through space and time, leaving behind the familiar world she had known. The kingdom of Mahishmati materialised before her, or rather she materialised in front of it, its grandeur and mystique unfolding in breathtaking detail. It was a surreal journey, a passage through the realms of fiction into a tangible reality.

The "why" behind this phenomenon remained a tantalizing mystery, an enigma she couldn't decipher. But there was an uncanny sense that the amulet had chosen her for a purpose, as if it had sensed the unique qualities she possessed – her keen perspective on the characters, her ability to see beyond the surface, her intriguing empathy for Bhallaladeva's character, and most of all, her profound grief and loneliness.

It was as though the amulet had become more than just an heirloom; it had evolved into a sentient entity with an agenda of its own. It reacted to Y/n's complex emotional landscape, responding to her need for connection and purpose. In this uncharted world of Mahishmati, her journey was about to unveil a deeper meaning, a destiny intertwined with the very essence of the characters she had admired and the realm she had come to love. The amulet's magic had set her on a path where her unique perspective and heartfelt emotions would play a pivotal role, and the answers to the mysteries that awaited her would slowly unfurl like the pages of an epic tale.

Y/n's extraordinary journey had transported her to Mahishmati, the mythical kingdom immortalized in the Baahubali films. Her arrival coincided with the pivotal events that would set the stage for the central storyline of the epic saga – a kingdom at the crossroads of destiny, torn between two rival contenders for the throne.

Y/n's arrival in the world of "Baahubali" unfolded during a remarkably dramatic moment, as if fate had chosen the perfect backdrop for her entrance. It was a bright, clear afternoon, with the sun ascending to its zenith, casting long, dramatic shadows that stretched across the majestic landscape.

When she materialized into this unfamiliar realm, Y/n found herself standing in the heart of a sprawling hunting ground that sprawled on the outskirts of Mahishmati. This hunting ground was a wilderness of immense proportions, a realm where nature reigned untamed and untethered. Dense forests, their canopies reaching skyward, embraced the landscape, their shadows playing intricate games with the golden sunlight that filtered through the leaves.

In contrast, lush meadows rolled out as far as the eye could see, their verdant carpet interrupted only by the vibrant bursts of wildflowers that painted the scenery in a riot of colours. Nearby, a meandering river glistened under the radiant sun, its waters sparkling with a life of their own.

This sprawling hunting ground had long been a favoured haunt of the royal family, a place where they ventured for grand hunting expeditions. But today, it served as the stage for an unexpected twist in the narrative, as Y/n, an outsider from another world, stood amidst its awe-inspiring beauty, an unwitting participant in the epic tale of Baahubali. The convergence of her presence with this dramatic setting was a testament to the profound journey that awaited her, a journey where the boundaries between her reality and the fantastical realm of the films would blur in mesmerizing ways.

Y/n's arrival in this mystifying world was as abrupt as it was bewildering. In the blink of an eye, she materialized out of thin air, as if summoned into existence from the very ether itself. One moment, there was nothing but the serene expanse of the hunting ground, and the next, Y/n stood there, disoriented and utterly perplexed.

She couldn't fathom how this had occurred, how she had seemingly appeared out of nowhere in the midst of this enigmatic world. The transition from her own reality to this new one had happened in the span of a breath, leaving her bewildered and filled with questions.

“This way, I think I hear some kind of deer approaching.”

“Over there!”

“What in the world…”

“My goodness…”

“This- This can’t be real…”

Bhallaladeva, a formidable presence leading a hunting party through the untamed wilderness of Mahishmati, and his hunting team were the first to witness Y/N's abrupt and mystifying appearance. The very air seemed to ripple around her as she materialized before him, and for a moment, his keen eyes could scarcely believe what they beheld.

His initial reaction was one of sheer shock and alarm, his instincts as a warrior flaring to life. In an instant, he brought his mighty steed to an abrupt halt, the powerful beast rearing up as it obeyed his command. The soldiers who followed in his wake did likewise, their horses snorting and whinnying in a chorus of confusion.

Y/N, meanwhile, still reeling from her sudden and inexplicable arrival in this foreign world, crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Bhallaladeva, his gaze fixed on this enigmatic intruder, was immediately on high alert. His knuckles clenched tightly around the reins of his horse as he pondered the situation before him.

The soldiers under his command mirrored his uncertainty, their hands hovering near the hilts of their weapons. They could not discern whether Y/N posed a threat or if she was the unwitting victim of some dark and malevolent sorcery that had brought her here.

“What do we do Your Highness?”

“Should we perhaps lock her up?”

“Don’t be ridiculous! She could be an angel! Look at her clothes!”

“Or she could be a dark magic practitioner!”

“Maybe- Maybe a fairy of some kind? She sure looks the part.”

“Really? A fainting fairy? What’re you, six years old? Clearly, she’s some kind of evil witch!”

“Maybe use your brain for once. What if she is a poor subject to a dark magic practitioner? Look at the poor girl…”

Bhallaladeva’s soldiers argued as he stared at the girl in silence, pondering what to do.

As the seconds ticked by, the hunting party remained suspended in a tense tableau, caught between wariness and curiosity. Bhallaladeva, a complex figure known for his strategic prowess and unyielding resolve, faced a conundrum that defied easy answers. The arrival of this unknown figure had introduced an unforeseen variable into their expedition, and the fate of Y/N and her role in the kingdom's destiny hung in the balance, waiting to be unravelled.

With a composed demeanour that belied the tumult of his thoughts, Bhallaladeva made a decisive choice. He decided to take Y/N into custody, not out of suspicion, but rather to determine her identity and intentions. Such a measured approach was characteristic of him, for he knew that rash decisions could sow discord as surely as a misguided arrow.

“Let us take her into our custody,” He ordered, “There, we can determine her intentions and her identity.” Bhalla took a look at the unconscious girl, feeling an odd sense of concern for her. “Till then, one of you needs to safely take her to the medical house and seek her immediate medical attention.”

He issued a firm command to his soldiers, instructing them to handle the unconscious stranger with care and delicacy. Y/N's still form was carefully lifted from the ground, and she was secured onto a horse-drawn litter. It was to be a dignified transport, one befitting the ruler of Mahishmati and his penchant for thorough examination.

As the hunting party set out toward the palace, the news of this mysterious appearance spread like wildfire among Bhallaladeva's retinue. In moments, the tranquil wilderness was abuzz with conversation and speculation, a commotion that rippled through the ranks of soldiers and attendants.

Questions swirled like leaves in a tempest. Who was this stranger, and what brought her to this ancient kingdom? The attire she wore, so distinctly modern and unheard of, baffled those who caught glimpses of her. How could she have seemingly appeared out of nowhere, defying the very laws of reality? Was she truly an angel?

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A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

The Interesting Perspective

Synopsis: In the heart of Hyderabad, Y/n tends to her grandmother's antique store, a time capsule hiding stories of the past. Her routine is disrupted when she joins friends to watch the movie "Baahubali," a decision that will ignite her own remarkable adventure into the world of cinema and her unique perspective on its characters.

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In the vibrant and bustling streets of Hyderabad, India, nestled amidst the chaos of modernity, there existed a quaint and almost forgotten treasure trove of history. It was a little antique store with an intriguing story of its own, now entrusted to the care of a young woman named Y/n.

This charming establishment, steeped in memories and whispers of days long gone, held a unique place in the heart of the city.

Each morning, the sun cast its gentle rays upon the old wooden door of the shop, signalling the beginning of another day.

Y/n, with an air of quiet determination, unlocked the weathered door and stepped into a world frozen in time. The antique store, a relic itself, carried the weight of decades, its wooden beams groaning softly with age.

As the door swung open, a cloud of dust danced through the air, catching the soft glow of the morning light. Y/n took a moment to inhale the musty scent of history and nostalgia before she proceeded with her daily ritual. The shop might have been old and dusty, but it held a charm that was impossible to replicate.

Y/n's routine was as predictable as the sunrise. She gingerly dusted off the display cabinets, each one containing a piece of history that had been carefully preserved for generations. The shop's antique treasures were like whispers from the past, and Y/n was their devoted custodian.

Once the store was tidied up, Y/n took her place at the ornate wooden register. It was a perch from which she watched the world go by, albeit one that rarely saw any visitors.

The store, hidden away in plain sight amidst the chaotic streets of Hyderabad, seemed to exist in its own tranquil bubble. Despite the city's ceaseless movement and vibrant energy, it was as if the shop was invisible to the outside world.

With the day's quietude embracing her, Y/n reached for a vintage novel, a companion she had grown fond of. The pages rustled softly as she lost herself in tales of bygone eras, immersing herself in stories that echoed the very essence of her antique store.

Each day, she became a part of the history she protected, finding solace in the forgotten memories of a time when life moved at a different pace.

Hyderabad's bustling streets might have raced ahead, but within the aged walls of the antique store, time stood still.

Y/n's devotion to her grandmother's legacy was a testament to the enduring power of nostalgia, the allure of history, and the beauty of finding solace in a world that often rushed past unnoticed.

In her hands, the shop thrived, a living testament to the past, and a hidden gem waiting for those who dared to wander off the beaten path.

Y/n had always been more inclined toward the pages of modern literature than the silver screen. In a world captivated by the magic of movies, she found her sanctuary in the written word.

But as fate would have it, a new cinematic sensation swept across India, leaving a trail of fervour in its wake, bearing the name 'Baahubali.'

It was as if a fever had taken hold of the nation, and fans had gone berserk over this cinematic marvel. People had lost their minds, raving about the epic storytelling and jaw-dropping visuals that this movie promised. Y/n, ever the outlier in her circle, hadn't quite fathomed the craze.

Her friends, captivated by the Baahubali frenzy, hadn't understood how she remained immune to its charm. They had pestered her relentlessly, urging her to give it a chance. Perhaps, they had thought, Y/n might just find a new love in the world of cinema.

“Come on, Y/n!!”

“It’s really good!! We’ve already been to the movies three times this month purely because it was so good!”

“And we’ve had two movie nights where we watched the first and second movies together!”

Y/n grimaced, unsure of what to say.

“I don’t know, guys…”

“Ohh, please, Y/n!” They continued to persist, wearing down the girl.

“If it’s not as good as we promise, I swear on my life I’ll start reading that one book you told me to!” Y/n’s ears perked up at this comment as the others quickly joined in.

“In fact - we all will!” The three girls looked at each other and began nodding in unison and urging Y/n.

“Mmm…” Y/n’s face remained in deep thought.

“Y/n, if you come to watch the two movies with us, we all promise to immediately start reading the books.” One of the girls spoke up, finally, desperate to get her friend in front of the silver screen. Y/n craned her head to look past her friends at the deserted and empty shop.

Y/n’s features softened and she looked at their eager faces. She let out a low sigh and looked at her friends, a smile starting to form on her lips.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt to leave the store unattended for one night,” Finally, Y/n had relented, agreeing to accompany her friends to the movie theatre. She had been willing to set aside her literary pursuits for an evening if only to unravel the mystery of what had driven the entire nation into a state of euphoria.

The three girls immediately began rejoicing, pulling the laughing Y/n into a group hug as they began jumping and hopping from the excitement.

As the lights had dimmed and the colossal screen had flickered to life, Y/n's curiosity had mingled with a hint of scepticism. The opening scene had unfolded, and the grandeur of Baahubali had begun to unfurl before her eyes.

She had watched in awe as the story had unfurled, the characters had come to life, and the visual spectacle had swept her into its embrace.

In that darkened cinema hall, Y/n's perspective had shifted. She had realized that storytelling had many forms, and cinema possessed a unique power to transport its audience to worlds beyond imagination.

As the credits rolled and the applause of the audience resonated around her, Y/n understood why the nation had succumbed to Baahubali‘s enchantment.

Leaving the theatre, Y/n wore a smile that mirrored the newfound appreciation for the magic of movies. She might have been a devotee of modern literature, but in that moment, she had experienced the transformative enchantment of cinema.

Baahubali had bridged the gap between her world of books and the silver screen, leaving her eager to explore more cinematic adventures in the future.

Before her inexplicable journey into the world of "Baahubali," Y/n had held a unique perspective on the characters that had gripped the hearts and minds of her fellow countrymen.

While she hadn't quite fit the mold of a dedicated movie enthusiast like most people around her, she had, in a moment of curiosity, watched "Baahubali." To her own surprise, she had found herself drawn into the intricate tapestry of the story.

Y/n possessed a deep respect for Bahubali, the central character of the epic saga. His qualities of honour, bravery, and selflessness resonated with her, transcending the medium of cinema and touching her heart on a profound level.

In a world where heroes had often appeared larger than life, Bahubali had been a shining example of the qualities Y/n had admired most in people.

Even when it came to the character of Bhallaladeva, who had been universally despised by viewers, Y/n had found herself harbouring a different sentiment. Instead of hatred, she hadn't been able to help but pity him.

Beneath the layers of villainy and treachery, she had glimpsed a tragic figure, consumed by ambition and insecurity, his actions driven by a profound sense of inadequacy.

Yet, Y/n's musings on the characters of "Baahubali" had been mere echoes of her private thoughts, shared with no one but the pages of her diary. Little had she known that her understanding of these characters would soon be put to the test, as destiny had had a mysterious plan in store for her.

What set Y/n apart was her distinct perspective on Bhallaladeva. While the general populace had harboured disdain for the character, she had possessed a unique and empathetic viewpoint. Y/n had peered beneath the layers of cruelty and ambition, recognizing the tragic figure that Bhallaladeva had truly been.

In her eyes, Bhallaladeva hadn't been just a villain; he had been a product of his environment, a victim of his father's ruthless influence. Y/n believed that if he had grown up in a different setting, devoid of the poisonous presence of his father, he could have evolved into a different, more compassionate person.

Her perspective hadn't been one of hatred but rather of profound pity for a man caught in the web of his own circumstances, trapped by his ambitions and the expectations thrust upon him.

“I can’t believe you feel sorry for Bhallaladeva, Y/n! He’s the ultimate villain!” Gowri, Y/n’s closest friend, argued as she sat across Y/n in the little coffee shop, as Y/n took a sip of her drink and continued looking down at the newspaper.

“Gowri, I know it’s hard to see, but there’s more to his character than just being a villain,” Y/n said, taking another sip, and making Gowri groan.

“More to him? He’s a murderer, Y/n! He killed his own brother, how can you pity someone like him!?”

“Everyone’s a murderer in this movie, Gowri. Besides, I’m not condoning his actions, but just think about it. He grew up in a toxic environment with a father like Bijjaladeva. The constant pressure, the endless manipulation, the unhealthy influence…” Y/n shuddered, just thinking about what Bhalla likely grew up with.

“That’s no excuse for his treachery! He betrayed his family and his kingdom, he’s disgusting.” Gowri spat. Y/n sighed, finally placing her mug down on the table and laying her paper flat, looking up at Gowri.

"I understand why you feel that way, Gowri, but I can't help but wonder if, under different circumstances, he might have turned out differently," Y/n said, softly, in a comforting voice. Gowri gaped at her, her mouth open and eyes wide.

"Are you serious? He's power-hungry and ruthless, plain and simple. He deserved the fate that came to him."

"I know it's a complicated perspective, but it's just that the complexity of his character intrigues me. What if he felt trapped, burdened by the expectations placed upon him?" Y/n said thoughtfully, “What if he was feeling betrayed by his own mother? That everything that belonged to him was being shared with his cousin? Even that thought wouldn’t be his fault, it would be his father’s.”

"Y/n, he had a choice! He chose evil, plain and simple." Gowri said with a huff, crossing her arms.

"I'm not saying he didn't make terrible choices. It's just that I can't help but feel a sense of pity for someone who may have been a victim of his own circumstances." Y/n’s tone remained gentle.

"I can't believe you're defending him, Y/n," Gowri said in disbelief, shaking her head.

"I'm not defending him, Gowri. I'm just trying to understand. Stories like 'Baahubali' make us question the complexities of human nature and the choices people make." Y/n said, calmly.

“Well, I still think he’s the worst.” Gowri childishly puffed out her cheeks and looked out of the window as Y/n lightly chuckled, shaking her head.

"And that's the beauty of storytelling. It sparks conversations and lets us see things from different angles." Y/n said with a clever smile, eyeing Gowri as she took another short sip of her drink.

This unique view of Bhallaladeva set Y/n apart from the mainstream sentiment surrounding the character. While the world had seen him as a power-hungry antagonist, she had seen a soul tainted by circumstances beyond his control.

It had been a perspective that had spoken to Y/n's deep sense of empathy, a quality that would soon have come to define her extraordinary journey into the world of "Baahubali," where her understanding of these characters would have been put to the ultimate test.

Y/n's feelings toward the characters of "Baahubali" had been as varied and nuanced as the tapestry of the epic saga itself. Each character had carved a distinct niche in her heart, drawing forth a range of emotions and reflections.

Bijjaladeva, the conniving and power-hungry uncle, had been the object of her disdain. Y/n had loathed him for his nefarious influence over his son, Bhallaladeva.

The sick thoughts and twisted desires he had sown in Bhallaladeva’s mind for his own greed had been inexcusable. In her eyes, Bijjaladeva had represented the darkest facets of human nature, a character that was driven solely by avarice and manipulation.

Amarendra Bahubali, on the other hand, had been a beacon of heroism and selflessness in her eyes. Y/n had applauded his unwavering commitment to honour, bravery, and the welfare of his people.

His actions had resonated with her deeply, and she hadn't been able to help but admire a character who had epitomized the very qualities she had held in high regard.

Bhallaladeva, despite his villainous role in the story, had stirred not hatred but pity within Y/n's heart. She had recognized that his fate had been largely determined by circumstances beyond his control. Had he grown up in a different environment, free from the poisonous influence of his father, he might have become a different, more compassionate person.

Y/n's perspective on Bhallaladeva is a testament to her empathetic nature, seeing the tragedy beneath the layers of ambition and cruelty.

Kattappa, the loyal and dedicated warrior, had earned her profound respect. His unwavering loyalty to the throne and his moral dilemma in carrying out a fateful act had left a lasting impression on her.

Y/n had admired the strength of character that had allowed him to grapple with the complexities of his duty and conscience.

Sivagami, the formidable and fearless queen, had been to Y/n a symbol of empowerment and feminism. Her unyielding spirit, leadership qualities, and determination in the face of adversity resonated deeply with Y/n's own values.

Sivagami, in Y/n's eyes, had been a slay queen of her time, a woman who had embodied the strength and resilience required to lead.

Devasena, with her grace, combat abilities, and unwavering commitment to justice, had commanded Y/n's respect. Her multifaceted character had spoken to the importance of balance and integrity. Y/n had admired Devasena’s ability to wield both grace and strength in her pursuit of righteousness.

As Y/n's feelings and understanding of these characters had swirled within her, little had she known that her unique perspective on the world of "Baahubali" would soon become her guiding light in an unexpected journey, where her connection to these characters would have been put to the ultimate test.

Intrigued and captivated by the complex characters of "Baahubali," Y/n's fascination didn't stop at the cinema. She had felt compelled to dive deeper into their psyche, to unravel the intricacies of Bhallaladeva and Bahubali’s dynamic, lives, and the forces that had shaped them.

This profound curiosity led Y/n to embark on a literary journey of her own. She had poured her thoughts, insights, and emotions into a twenty-thousand-word analytical essay, meticulously dissecting the characters and their intertwining destinies.

Her essay had become a labour of love, a testament to her unique perspective on these iconic figures.

'If I were ever magically given the chance to change the fate of Bhallaladeva and assist him to tread a path of light and goodness, I would value the opportunity and do my best to secure him a good future.'

While her admiration for Bahubali had been evident, it had been her pity for Bhallaladeva that had stood out.

Y/n's words on paper echoed her empathy for a character whose life had seemed marred by circumstances and poisoned by influences beyond his control. Her essay had been a tribute to her belief in the complex interplay of nature and nurture, and how it had sculpted these two diametrically opposed brothers.

Y/n's essay not only allowed her to express her thoughts but also served as a testament to her deep understanding of the characters' nuances.

Little had she known that her writings would soon become more than just words on a page, as destiny had had a mysterious plan in store, ready to transport her into the world of "Baahubali" and test her convictions in ways she could never have imagined.

But for now, as Y/n had gone about her ordinary life in Hyderabad, these reflections on a fictional world had remained just that – reflections.

The world of "Baahubali" had existed solely on the silver screen, a place where storytelling had met grandeur, and the characters had danced through the imagination of countless admirers.

Y/n, the silent observer hadn't foreseen the incredible journey that had awaited her, one that would have transformed her passive admiration into an unexpected and extraordinary adventure beyond the realm of her wildest dreams.

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