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rathiman · 2 days
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you know what I miss rn? The niche desi fandoms that were hyperactive for a while and slowly fizzled out. So many friendships were born out of these fandoms. There three that were the most impactful out of these for me. So RIP Bahubali Fandom, RRR Fandom and Ponniyin Selvan Fandom. Also are y'all still sneaking out here?
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blumineck · 1 year
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This took a LOT more attempts than I was able to show here- there's a full-on blooper reel on Patreon!
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ulaganayagi · 25 days
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redbaretta · 1 year
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Anushka Shetty as Devasena and Prabhas as Amarendra Baahubali in Baahubali 2: The Conclusion (2017)
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hum-suffer · 2 months
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We'll say hello again (Nevermind the chasm between us) 12
The Diwali celebration is a beautiful sight to see at any day and especially at night. It's gorgeous and the whole state looks alive for the fortnight.
Gauri is allowed to attend the puja, the gleam in her brother's eyes tells her he had something to do with it but he's never opened up about it and Gauri doesn't think he will answer truthfully if she asks.
Something in her makes her want to drown. Does she need a man, even if it's her brother, to protect her? To defend her? To advocate her validity?
A finger brushes against her wrist and Gauri glances at Maa. She gives Gauri a smile, gentle yet reprimanding. "Focus, daughter." Gauri, properly chastised even though she hadn't even been scolded, looks away smiling.
They're given the first prasad after the Puja and as is traditional, Gauri takes the plate of fruits and smiles at the Rajpurohit. "Let me have the honor, Pandit ji." The Rajpurohit's face twists in a bitter grimace and Gauri takes all the more enjoyment in it. However, he seems to be trying to shove the plate off to someone else.
Gauri glances at Maa out of the corner of her eye and her impassive face tells Gauri that she needs to learn how to handle this on her own.
Her smile turns sharper, bigger. She beckons Bhairav forward and gestures him towards the plate. "Let my friend have this insurmountable honour, Pandit ji."
She shouldn't take so much pleasure in being a general menace. But making the Rajpurohit choose between either a woman recently over her periods and a man who is a mere sworn sword, little more than a slave in the eyes of men.
Pandit ji looks to be gritting his teeth before he smiles at her and wordlessly shoves the plate of fruits into her hands. She turns around pleasantly. "Come, Bhairav, one of us has to distribute the fruits, don't we?"
She's sure the Rajpurohit heard her when she hears Bahu snort and Maa sigh.
Bhairav looks awestruck and he makes a token protest about being unworthy but Gauri gives him a smile, giddy and smug, and Bhairav closes his mouth instantly.
Katappa is the only one who has tears in his eyes as Bhairav hands him a slice of banana. Gauri beams at him,"What are you staring at, Mama? It's Diwali, look alive!" The other people in the temple seem ecstatic to see her, some of them touch her hands and, as much as she tries to not let them, her feet.
The plate empties not soon after, when they're outside of the temple. The crowd has already thinned, and Gauri already has a ridiculously smug smile on her face. Bhairav looks done with her. "My princess, do try to look less smug. The public does not know that you gain pleasure in baiting your possible assassins."
"You worry too much, Bhairav." She grins at him, but her hand spasms in the way that reminds her once again of the way that Ratan had jerked her off. To distract herself, she pointedly drops the last slice of an apple into his hand. Bhairav gives her a look that tells her that he knows that she's distracting him from the conversation.
Before she can cajole him into being less sour, she hears a whisper of a movement. She stills and so does Bhairav, even though he looks confused. Her sense of hearing is sharper than most, he mustn't have heard it. There's another movement and this time, she can hear steel. She looks at Bhairav out of the corner of her eye and sees him looking around in confusion. He hasn't heard that.
Her heart beats in her ear and she takes a deep breath. She knows, she knows that she needs Bhairav here. But she also needs witnesses. Prominent, objective witnesses.
"Get my brothers and Maa." She tells him, her voice sounding harsh and furious to her own ears. She sees him open his mouth in protest but before he can speak, she gives him a look. "Now, Bhairav."
He hesitates for a moment before grabbing his dagger and pushing it in her hands. "I shall be right back, my princess."
Gauri nods at him and tightens her grip on the dagger, one finger at a time. His dagger is beautifully sharp and she's grateful for that. He gives her a heavy look and Gauri doesn't know what it means but before she can have a chance to decipher it, he turns on his heels and makes a run for the temple.
Gauri tilts her head, focusing on the full thump on the ground. It's probably footsteps. Uneven footsteps.
She looks back at the temple for a moment and breathes. Let me live today, she thinks. Let me have my vengeance.
The footsteps get louder.
There's a pause, a heavy silence, before she hears the noise quicken and steel cutting through air behind her. Gauri ducks on sheer instinct and it's the Rajpurohit who has a sword in his hands, holding it over his head, ready to strike again. Gauri swipes the dagger at his ankle, uncaring of war rules and ethics. He curses, jumping back, and swings the sword again. She parries with the dagger but she's at a disadvantage because of the size of the blade.
He kicks her stomach, and Gauri stumbles enough to trip and fall down. Before she can stand up, he kicks her face, hitting his foot on her nose.
Gauri grabs his ankle and twists it, pushing him away to stand up. She breathes heavily through her nose and tries to stabilize her heaving chest. Gauri feels her nose hurt and eyes burn in response but she only readjusts her hold on the dagger she's and snarls.
"You dare?" He says,"Coming here after I told you not to, sullying my place of worship with your presence! You dare break the sanctity of my sanctuary?"
Gauri grits her teeth. She doesn't reply and ducks underneath the sword. The blow would have sliced her torso and pulled out her intestines. The blaze of fury burns in her veins and she uses his momentum as an advantage to twirl around him and hit his back with the thali. She grasps the thali in her other hand vertically and stabs it in his back again, twice, thrice, until he's leaning forward and falling down and coughing.
Gauri doesn't realise that's blood on her hands.
But when she does, a surge of bloodlust roars through her. Now, she will aim for the neck.
He turns around at the last moment and kicks her stomach, sending her tumbling back, on the ground. She heaves and feels the ache spread over her torso like venom. Gauri clenches her teeth. She stands up again.
But before she can drive the dagger through his heart, there's already an arm snaking around his neck and choking him. She recognises the armband. It's Bhairav.
The Rajpurohit gurgles and elbows Bhairav, who grunts but doesn't let up. Gauri takes the moment to punch his nose, once, twice and thrice. Her eyes meet Bhairav's over the Rajpurohit's shoulder and the fury she sees in his eyes blinds her for a moment.
She wants nothing more than to kill him.
She knows that it is what he is feeling.
Dizzy with pain and want of blood, Gauri grits her teeth. "Don't kill him," she rasps,"Don't kill him, Bhairav."
He is hers to kill, Gauri thinks. But she won't kill him. It is not her discretion.
Bhairav nods at her resolutely, even as the Rajpurohit's eyes droop and his gurgles die down. He holds her eyes, even as her family comes closer. He holds her eyes, as her brothers fuzz over her and Katappa fuzzes over him. He holds her eyes and Gauri holds his dagger.
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The trial is but a farce.
Somehow, her uncle manages not to get his name in the middle of the hell that the Rajpurohit's statement is. The official statement tells his distaste of Gauri due to her impertinence and her major flaw of being a royal woman.
Gauri doesn't stay to see the end of the trial.
Her stomach is covered with bruises, black and blue. Her hand heals a little everyday.
Bhairav is thoroughly scolded by Katappa and Bhalla for leaving her and Bahu is an overbearing shadow. Maa doesn't allow her to be alone anywhere until the trial ends. Bhairav keeps his duties impersonal. Her uncle gives her snide looks.
Gauri wants to scream.
It is her life that was threatened and yet her decisions seem to be everyone's favourite idea to despise.
Bhairav trails behind her, quiet as a mouse. His silence burdens her in ways she cannot begin to explain.
Gauri walks towards the armoury where Katappa is training the new recruits. He smiles when he notices her, the only person who isn't disappointed by her these days.
He walks towards her and stands beside her, Bhairav stops at a respectable distance to give them the illusion of privacy but they all know that he can hear them.
"How are you faring, Gauri?" Katappa asks her, gesturing a guard to bring her a chair. She overrides his order with a shake of her head.
"Way worse than is expected of a person who survived an assassination attempt. It seems that the only one happy to see me in this palace is my damned horse."
Katappa chuckles at her. "It is not like that, Gauri," his tone is reassuring but does it really matter? He continues,"We were all just very worried for you when Bhairavrath burst through and told us to come to you without any explanation and we found you two fighting the Rajpurohit. You must admit, it is a sight one cannot understand. An assassination attempt on you, Gauri. It is no small deal."
"And yet, I am made to feel like the culprit. Because I cared for diplomacy more than bloodlust?" She looks away with a sneer, staring into the far ends of the city that too must have heard about what happened at the Diwali Puja. "Whatever they say, Mama, I am still my mother's daughter. Polity is my best suit. I did what was right, and yet no one seems to want to understand me."
She's aware that she sounds petulant but is too far gone to care. She just wanted what was best for the state and her family, damn them. The least they could do is understand her reasoning.
Katappa's eyes soften. "Tell me, then."
Gauri sighs. "Had I not sent Bhairav away, we would have dealt with the Rajpurohit too. He is much more efficient than I am at the moment, I am very well aware that the matter would have ended without either of us hurt, had I let him stay."
Katappa doesn't say a word, lets her continue.
"But then, the tale could have been spun. We're but children in the eyes of you all, do not dare to deny it. Had you found that particular scene without warning, the tale could have been spun to say that we were misguided and we were the real perpetrators." Gauri sighs and wishes she hadn't denied the chair. She hadn't taken into account just how tired she is.
"And Maa may have trusted us, but she would have been labelled an emotional and unfit ruler, had she trusted the word of her daughter over the circumstantial evidence." Gauri turns again, catches Bhairav's eyes. He doesn't pretend that he is not overhearing them. He raises an eyebrow and the action endears him to her undeniably, a hint of his personality she's seen in two days.
She turns back to Katappa. "I don't want the crime of Brahmhatyaa on either of our heads. And trust me when I say this, Mama; the man would have been dead if I was as honest or as frank as my brothers are. He's alive, because he is useful. I let my culprit live and for what? Scorn? Distrust? Disappointment?"
Bitterness clogs her throat and she clenches her hands, her healing one sending tingling sensations up her arm. Her mouth tastes like ashes.
Katappa smiles at her, in that soft fatherly way that he so seldom does. Often, he preoccupies himself with believing that he is unworthy of the love that Gauri and Bahu give him. It is true that Gauri doesn't share that deep of a bond with him— she follows her brother, blindly, and if he gives his affection to Katappa, so shall she— but she's always had a kind of kinship and easy affection that flows between them. He provides her with clarity and safety.
Katappa is her safety away from comfort.
"Gauri, my child," he whispered, voice deliberately lowered and kindred,"I do not think that you want me for this conversation."
Gauri shakes her head. It is true that she wants her brothers and Maa to understand her. It is truer that she wants Bhairav to stop being so impersonal. But she needs Katappa to know this too. "No. I am at the correct place, having a true conversation with the correct person. The others that need to know, will ask me. If they can condemn me without knowing, they can apologise without knowing, too."
Her anger shimmers close to the surface even as Katappa changes the topic and asks her about her plans for the future and he tells her of ridiculous rumours that fly in the city. Some are amusing while some are plain unbelievable.
"They say you too Mata Mahalakshmi's blessings and tore down the Rajpurohit like She did with Kohlasur." Katappa says as they slowly come to an end, pride clear in his tone. Gauri shakes her head with a smile. She really loves the small folk and their inclination towards the dramatics of life.
"I shan't keep you any longer, Mama. Thank you for listening to me." She moves forward and tenderly hugs him, mindful of her own bruises. Katappa, infinitely more mindful, keeps his hands on her shoulder and her head, patting her head. She can tell that he's shocked but he doesn't freeze.
"Thank you for sharing with me," he says as they part, his eyes suspiciously glistening. "And do come whenever you will it. You are always welcome."
She nods and smiles at him. It doesn't feel forced.
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The stony silence between them continues all the way to the gardens. Gauri, still righteously angry, feels no need to break it. Let him suffer, she thinks. Let him suffer in my silence.
Gauri sits down on the ground, curling in on herself to save her from the cold. She looks at Bhairav, standing rigidly, and feels the sting of mercy in her heart. "Sit down if you want to, Bhairav."
She doesn't look up to see if he sits down. After a moment of hesitation, she hears shuffling and he's sitting beside her.
Gauri closes her eyes and hopes that her mind quietens now, after her talk with Katappa. At least he listened to her. She needs to talk with her family too, needs them to know, too. But not today. Not even before they approach her. She has some self respect, damn them.
"I was nine," Bhairav begins in a whisper,"when my sister was murdered."
Gauri looks at him in shock, frozen. She expected a lot of things but not this. She turns completely towards him.
He doesn't glance at her when he continues,"My family wasn't the happiest but we made do. My mother...she left us. My father raised my sister and I to the best of his abilities, of course. We had a large age difference— ten years. My father died when I was seven and my sister later married her childhood friend. We made do."
Bhairav clears his throat and Gauri shifts, closer. Not touching him, for she knows what is proper, but she hopes her attention and silence provide him courage to continue, if he so wishes.
"I was out, gone with Katappa to learn sword fighting. My didi and jijaji did not like to fight but they supported me. They were sweet, non violent. When I came back, the door was broken down and they were lying dead, in their own house." He clenches his jaw and looks down at his feet. His hand plays with the black threat on his ankle. Gauri averts her eyes respectfully.
"They were killed, for money. My jijaji had earned good money for his pottery. They looted the house and killed them." Bhairav looks at her now. His eyes are smouldering and rimmed red. But his voice still breaks when he promises,"I will not see you dead as well, my princess."
Gauri nods. She understands what he means. He's always been one for a few words, but she's always felt what he feels.
He feels he failed his sister. He was devoted to her. His father was not the best but he tried and Bhairav respects that. His sister raised him. He loved her. He loved his brother-in-law too, felt indebted to him for letting Bhairav stay in his house. He never felt that he belonged in their house. It was theirs, not his. Now that it may be his, he hates it.
He thinks he failed his purpose, his devotion— he fears to fail another purpose, another dare she say it? devotion.
His anger is at her for risking herself but also at himself for obeying her.
She deliberately softens her voice,"And I will not have you hung because you levelled allegations against the Dowager King and the Rajpurohit, Bhairav. We needed witnesses, ones that could be unquestionable. Your life is my responsibility, your honour is my responsibility. I will not have you become a target. In return, I promise to do my level best to save myself from any dangers, but you must also always obey me in this capacity. Trust me."
Bhairav shakes his head and gives her a smile, fond and tired at the same time.
"Your honour is my honour, and your life is my life, my princess. And whether I like it or not, I am going to obey you for the rest of my life, my princess. Just never at the cost of your life. Never again."
Gauri smiles at him, tentatively, and teases,"We are at an impasse, then."
"How about I obey you and you only order me to save your life?" He asks with a charming grin.
They both know that either will stop at any cost to save the other.
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kaipanzero · 6 months
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Baahubali 2: The Conclusion (2017)
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poumspancakes · 4 months
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BAAHUBALI : THE CONCLUSION (2017)
Dir. S. S. Rajamouli
The flying human barrels
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chameli · 5 months
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thinking about some parallels between baahubali & jawan, specifically regarding mahendra and azad.
both characters lost a parent: amarendra baahubali was killed the same day mahendra was born and aishwarya was hanged right after azad turned five.
mothers imprisoned after their husband was killed: devasena was held captive by bhallaladeva after amarendra was killed. aishwarya was sent to prison after vikram was presumed dead. also, devasena & aishwarya were badass women who fought and stood up for themselves.
raised by a foster mother: mahendra (shivudu) was raised by sanga while kaveri amma took in azad after aishwarya's death.
both characters met their surviving parent when they were adults: mahendra was finally reunited with devasena when he was about 25. azad was in his 30s when vikram came back into his life. both parents were significantly old at this point.
honoring the legacy of the deceased parent: mahendra vowed to avenge his father and take back the throne of mahishmati, plus make bhallaladeva pay for keeping devasena captive as a prisoner. azad kept aishwarya's promise to prove his father's innocence and provide justice to the oppressed.
lead actors playing both father and son: prabhas as amarendra & mahendra baahubali and srk as vikram & azad rathore.
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thecrazyinktrovert · 8 months
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God took an extra day to create THEM. Fave characters Ft. Tollywood
1) Mrunal Thakur as Sita Mahalakshmi from Sita Ramam (2022)
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2) Sai Pallavi as Rosie from Shyam Singha Roy (2021)
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3) Anushka Shetty as Devasena in Baahubali 2 (2017)
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More suggestions welcome in comments/reblogs!!
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Baahusena.. As in Deva as Baahu and Varadha as Devasena... But ofc..with a happy ending...
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melooonsstuff · 1 year
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Soldier, Poet, King × S.S. Rajamouli's Heroes
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obsessedtoafault · 1 year
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My telugu comfort movies :)
1. Dookudu: I LOVE THIS MOVIE. AND ALL THE SONGS SLAP. So obsessed with Samantha in this movie.
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2. Magadheera: Classic.If Panchadara bomma starts playing I will start singing idc where I am
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3. Seethamma Vakitlo Sirimalle Chettu: I am a sucker for family movies. I love mahesh babu’s character in this and I will always rewatch this anytime I miss my family
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4. Bommarillu: Absolute classic. I love everything about this movie. They are both so adorable <333
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5. Khaleja: I have no idea why this movie flopped because I love it. It is sooo funny and has a decent plot. I love anushka shetty <33
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6. Pokiri: Another classic. All of MB’s old movies are gold. I rewatch this like once a month.
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7. Baahubali 2: Do I really need to explain this one? From the cinematography to the plot to these two adorable fierce amazing characters, every part of this movie is amazing.
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8. Srimanthudu: ANOTHER MAHESH BABU MOVIE I KNOW (but he has excellent script selection if you ask me). I love this movie’s message. It also has catchy songs and pretty good comedy!
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9. Mayabazaar: Ok I know this movie is old but you will not find a better movie and thats a guarantee. From the songs (VIVAHA BHOJANAMBU!) to the amazing acting, this movie is everything to me.
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10. RRR: The patriotism in this movie will always get to me. I <3 India 🇮🇳 (also ram charan and jr ntr ❤️)
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sada-siva-sanyaasi · 1 year
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jagadeka veerudu, athiloka sundari - part eleven
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(a/n- hello there! decided to go with something @auranightangle suggested, so this is the face of Rudra. probably making it harder for you to decide who Aarya should end up with, but it's alright. I like watching y'all scream in the comments. ciao then!
~juhi <3)
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He didn’t notice the quiet whispers in the halls, or the flickering fires lighting his palace. He didn’t notice his father’s outrageous screams or Kattappa’s frown. He didn’t notice the restless people of Sundarsi discussing what should be done. But he noticed Aarya’s stoic but pale face, her reluctance to look up and her fingers twitching at her sides as she got bombarded by every voice, demanding answers. 
“Aarya will not speak to anyone right now,” Bhalla’s voice boomed over every other voice and instantly made them shut up. He walked over to Aarya, carelessly brushing past Rudra and took her hand into his, rubbing soothing patterns. She exhaled, closing her eyes as he gently brushed her hair out of her face. “Would you like me to take you to your room? It’s been a long day, you must be exhausted.” 
“But Bhalla-” “Not now, Nanna.” Bhalla firmly said, casting his father a glare as Aarya nodded slowly, moving closer to him. Bhalla turned to Kattappa and nodded wordlessly, making the old general bow and escort Anjasi, Sadhana and Sundarsi’s head priest away. As Bhalla and Aarya began to leave, Rudra’s voice made them pause. “I’ll come along, Your Majesty.”
Bhalla’s face hardened and he turned, but Aarya said, “No, you will not. Bhalla, let’s go.” Rudra’s face crumpled behind them as they left, the flickering lights slowly going out entirely. He turned to see Bijjaladeva staring at him with a sneer, who then turned to one of the guards and said, “Give him a room. We still need to discuss this later on.” 
He watched Rudra leave and his sneer returned, closing his eyes as the fire came back to life in the torches.
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Aarya rested her face in her hands, groaning as Bhalla sat next to her. “What is going on? The stones, now Rudra back, this is all so confusing and scary, Bhalla. I was told he was dead, and now he’s standing in front of me.” Bhalla’s eyes softened as he realised she was avoiding Rudra’s proclamation of winning her, and turned her face towards him, a smirk on his face.
“This is a very stupid joke, I’m sure he’s not even Rudra. That impostor will be punished, don’t-” “Oh but he is, Bhalla. That man is Rudra.” Aarya stood up from her place, pacing around her room as he watched. “How do you know?” She sighed, turning to him with an almost guilty look in her eyes. “Rudra is the only one who raises my hand to his forehead, and he only did so when we used to meet secretly. No one touched me, and so he did that in our privacy.”
Bhalla stood up as well, towering over her as she avoided his eyes.”Look at me,” she slowly looked up, feeling his warm eyes on her face. “If you wish to go back to him,” Aarya opened her mouth but he raised his hand, stopping her. “I will not let you go easily, Aarya. I’ll fight you to keep you with me, and him too. I’ll fight your Mahadev if I have to, my name is not Bhallaladeva for no reason.”
Aarya smiled, bringing her hand up to cradle his cheek. “You won’t have to fight anyone anymore, Bhalla.” He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes as his heart sped up at her words. “You won, alright? You won me over, and nothing will make me leave you. I’m all yours.”
Bhalla’s eyes shot open as he stared down at her, his heart racing at her admission. “You’re all mine?” She nodded, her face burning as he pulled her closer to him. “I’m all yours, in this life and the next.”
“Say that again.”
Thoughts left Aarya’s mind when he pulled her face towards his, straight into a seering kiss. Her knees gave away as he hooked his arms under her legs, carrying her to her bed without breaking the kiss. Bhalla set her down gently, pulling away and smirking when she chased after him, eyes closed and breathing heavily. 
“You didn’t say it again, Aarya.” 
Her eyes fluttered open, and she huffed slightly as his smirk widened. “I’m all yours, Bhalla.” His smirk softened and he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, straightening. “We will solve this problem, and get married too. I can’t wait to call you my queen. Now sleep, you must be tired.”
He turned to leave when Aarya grabbed his hand, her eyes fluttering shut already. “Stay for a while, please. I want you close.” He wordlessly nodded, a small smile on his face as he sat next to her on the bed, caressing her cheek fondly as she drifted off peacefully.
Bhalla studied her features for a little longer, exhaling as he walked out and shut the door behind him, face grim. “Is she asleep?” The voice made him snap out of his thoughts and he looked up, seeing Rudra in front of him. He strolled over to Bhalla, eyes on his hands that were still on the door. Bhalla nodded, his eyes hardening as both of them sized each other up.
“You’re her fiancé, aren’t you? I’m surprised she has agreed to wed you.” Bhalla sighed to himself, straightening as he towered over the soldier. “I’m surprised you thought she would still wait for you.” Aarya had in fact, waited. Bhalla guessed Rudra didn’t need to know that.
“Oh, I’m completely sure she waited. I know my princess very well, Your Majesty.”
Rudra knew. It didn’t matter though.
“Maybe your princess waited for you, but not my queen.” Rudra’s face fell before he got stoic again, stepping forward. “As long as it was her who chose, and you weren’t chosen for her. But you should know, her mind changes very quickly. Will you ever be enough? You, who is no different from the beasts her Mahadev kills without mercy.”
Rudra turned to leave when Bhalla spoke up. “You might be right, but she won’t let me die in his hands. I thought you knew better, Rudra; don’t you know how fiercely protective she is of the ones she loves? Parvati also takes the form of Durga and Kali when she sees fit.” He patted Rudra’s shoulder and smirked, leaning forward. 
“Underestimate me and my will to kill for her all you want, but don’t disregard her loyalty for me. Or wait, maybe you’ll see it for yourself.”
Rudra glared as Bhalla left, his hands twitching at his sides.
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“So,” Bijjaladeva began, a sneer on his face as Aarya sat in front of him, Bhalla to her side. All the priests of Sundarsi and Mahishmati were present too, charts and horoscopes lined around, waiting, while Kattappa and Sadhana stood guard close to their king and queen. “Now that her former lover is back, do we still have to go about with this charade?” Bhalla scowled, his grip on his sword tightening while Aarya rolled her eyes.
“We all know you hate me, stop trying to put out your ideas like they matter here. I’m going to wed him, whether you like it or not.”
The doors opened and Rudra walked in, eyes on Aarya as he bowed to her. The head priest of Sundarsi cleared his throat, carefully regarding Rudra once before he turned to Aarya. “Your Majesty, according to your charts, there is no better day for you to wed than the day after tomorrow. And if not then, you can’t wed for another year. So I suggest you-” “Then we will do it the day after tomorrow.” Bhalla said, looking at Aarya who nodded with a smile. “We don’t wish to wait.” 
Rudra watched the processions as the plans went on, his eyes on Aarya as she animatedly took part in everything, her enthusiasm rubbing off on everyone around her. His eyes shifted to Bhalla, Rudra’s chest tightening uncomfortably as he saw him gaze at her. 
Aarya would turn and look at Bhalla, her smile turning shy as she would look away, their fingers touching fleetingly out of everyone’s sight and glances more than just lingering. Rudra’s face remained the same as he stepped away from Aarya, eyes staying on her for a second before he turned to leave the room. His footsteps echoed in the halls as he strode past everyone, tears burning in his eyes when a voice called out to him.
“You don’t wish for them to get married, do you?” Bijjaladeva’s words made him freeze in his place, unmoving while the old man caught up to him. “It’s visible in your eyes, you actually have returned to make her yours again. So why aren’t you-”
“Because I might be hers, as I have always been, but her heart belongs to your son. And as much as it pains me, I love her too much to ever take her away from what makes her happy.” Bijjaladeva rested his hand on Rudra’s shoulder, tutting sympathetically. “You’re a good man, Rudra,” he cooed gently, “and as much as I hate that vile woman, she deserves better than my son. You would protect her from everything, not just as her love but as a soldier too, but I can’t say the same for my son. He has his brother, his nephew and mother killed, his sister-in-law jailed and tortured ruthlessly for going against him. Should Aarya ever disagree with him, what’s to say he won’t do that again?”
His grip on Rudra’s shoulder tightened as he inched closer, voice low. “You love her and she loves him, but Bhalla may not later on. Protect her, Rudra. Do whatever you can to save your queen, and I’ll help you with it. You shall thank me later on, believe me.” Rudra stayed quiet, mulling over his words as the old man watched him, mouth twitching into a smirk.
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Bhalla and Aarya sat next to each other, watching the sunset when Anjasi arrived, bowing. “Your Majesty, you need to leave to your quarters, the wedding preparations require you to stay away from the king till the day of your wedding.” Aarya smiled gently at Bhalla and stood up, walking away from him. As he watched her retreating figure, a frown took over his face, and he turned to Kattappa. “Did you tell Nanna about Rudra being the one Aarya was in love with?” He shook his head, making Bhalla’s frown deepen. 
“Find out what Nanna is up to, I don’t like where this is headed.”
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salaarfanindia · 19 days
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Baahubali ... the only movie where .when the director told play... all the Queens heard slay...
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hum-suffer · 18 days
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We'll say hello again (nevermind the chasm between us) 14
The governor of the West province is lacking in all respects. He is late, foremost, and Gauri despises him instantly.
"Wasting the time of the future King," Bhalla mutters from beside her, an equally snide look to him,"He should know better."
Bahu waves a hand,"Let it be. He'll come."
He's always been too forgiving, her twin. Too trusting, too forgiving. If it were up to him, Bahu wouldn't even follow proper protocol because he trusts his people to not hurt him. Gauri once trusted the same too, and look where that got her. An assassination attempt. She hopes no blood has to be shed before Bahu becomes hardened.
Some foot soldier announces the man's arrival and Gauri turns back to the entrance of the palace where a man, quite obviously quite older than her, is walking up the stairs in arrogance.
He's not bad to look at. He is muscled, thick arms and broad shoulders. His moustache is thick and he's smirking in an almost smug way. He has his hands, upper arms, and almost all fingers adorned with gold, and a heavy gold necklace drops down to his sternum.
Gauri is instantly suspicious. Governors of Mahishmati are paid well, very well, but they're not paid enough for all that gold. Especially in the seven years of tenure that this man has had.
He folds his hands in front of his face and only bows his head to Maa and uncle. "Rajmata. Dowager King."
Gauri feels her fingers spasm with the urge to make him bend at the waist but before that, Katappa speaks up. "Bowing is the proper way to greet your royals, Mahoday Vijay."
Vijay smiles, oily and slimey, but bends a bit at the waist nonetheless. "Forgive this miscreant any mistakes, Rajmata."
"Forgiven." Maa replies in a cool tone that let's Gauri know that the man isn't forgiven at all and Maa too sees through his tone.
Vijay's eyes turn towards the siblings and he smiles wider. "Salutations to my future."
Behind her, she almost feels Bhairav bristle as Vijay's eyes stay on her for a moment longer than necessary. She knows what he's done, that smug man. If she were to ask him why he called her his future, he would claim that she is being presumptuous and outlandish and he was talking about his future King.
Gauri wants to hang him.
Vijay turns back to Maa. "Rajmata. I have brought some tokens of gifts for my respected royal family. Shall I call them forward?"
Usually, gift giving would be engaged in, after the meeting. Vijay wants the upper hand as well as the power to ask for something when he's already given something. She admires his audacity, she does, but Gauri is seething as Maa is forced to say yes and the man beckons five of his household servants to the front.
He lifts the cloth off of a tray and passes the tray of a saree to Maa, tells her how it's the best artwork of the West. He gives a shawl to uncle, a dhoti and angvastra to Bahu and Bhalla each. When he turns to Gauri, they need to maintain eye contact as he presses a clothed tray in her hands and lifts the red silk to show a red saree.
Audacious. Ostentatious. Presumptuous.
Gauri had been right. He's here for her fucking hand.
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It figures that absolutely no one except Bahu and Bhairav believe her when she says that the man is blatantly disrespectful.
Bhalla says that she's thinking too hard, Maa waves her off by saying that his behaviour is common for lords, Gauri never goes to her uncle, Katappa says that he doesn't have any idea of the royal etiquette and hence doesn't know what the truth is.
Bahu tells her that he trusts her word, but she knows that he supports her only because he trusts her word, not that he sees the disrespect from his own perspective. Bhairav bows his head stiffly and tells her that while it isn't his place to comment, he knows that she's right.
At the dining table, Vijay talks about the province under his authority. "My province is the most prosperous in the Kingdom, Rajmata. With your blessings and permission, I would love to expand more in the art sector, so we can export more."
Not yours, Gauri wants to say as Maa continues the conversation pleasantly. The province belongs to Mahishmati, not him.
"My daughter overlooks the planning of events, recently," Maa says, passing a smile to Gauri. "I am sure that you will enjoy the Mahashivratri pooja arranged by her."
Even Maa?
Before Gauri can comprehend the level of betrayal she feels towards Maa, Vijay passes her a look of appreciation. "I am sure that whatever the princess does, will be the best."
Gauri gives Vijay a wooden smile and bashfully lowers her head. She sees Vijay's chest puff up in obvious enjoyment to her appeasement. Pleasantly, she replies,"Mahadev has been graceful to us, Mahoday. It is only our duty to return his blessings with genuine prayers."
Vijay hums, almost thoughtful. "I apologise, I am not much of a devout man. However, is it correct that Mahadev is the god who favours a good marriage?"
Uncle nods, almost too enthusiastic. He answers,"Why, yes. His and Mata Parvati's marriage is considered the world's greatest love!"
Gauri suppresses a grimace at his lack of subtlety and glances at Bhalla, who seems to be interested in his dinner only. Gauri knows his ruse, knows that his father would never do something that Bhalla wouldn't already sniff out.
Does anyone in the palace even want her around, if they're this eager to sell her off to a mannerless, disrespectful, arrogant Governor? Do they think that she's not enough on her own? Does someone want to remove her to remove her brother from the race of the throne, again? Do they just don't want the reminder of the previous Queen? Do they not like her because she's not like the previous Queen, her mother?
Is Gauri worth anything more than her hand in marriage?
The poison in her thoughts turns venom in her gums.
Amar— her twin, her other half— already seems to know what she feels. His hand pats her knee gently and brings her back towards the conversation, where uncle seems to be promising Vijay a tour of the palace and the temple built inside the palace.
"Gauri will show you around, won't you, girl?" The sheer amount of disrespect that one sentence brings is atrocious. Gauri forces a smile on her face and nods demurely.
Vijay smiles at her,"Thank you, your highness. I promise to be not to be a nuisance."
Oh, you won't be, she thinks, irrationally vicious. I promise to hang you if you are a nuisance.
She smiles at him still, and tells him,"Oh, you wouldn't be, Mahoday. It would be my pleasure to show you the majesty of Mahishmati palace."
"To know the palace as well as to be honoured with your esteemed presence will be a pleasure, your highness." Vijay says, his smile is almost winning. In another world, Gauri would have surely fallen for a man who smiled and complimented her, who seemed to be intent on wooing her.
In another world, she wouldn't have seen her uncle's satisfaction.
The smugness and sense of achievement that she feels from the eyes of Bijjaldev is enough to make her question if she should really follow through with her sugar promises.
Amar's hand on her knee expands and Gauri can feel his deep breath. She can feel the trepidation that hides in his composure. Gauri feels her stomach clench and her throat contracts at the sheer thought of being alone with Vijay. She hears a shuffle behind her and her eyes dart at Bhairav out of her periphery. She forces herself to calm.
Bhairav will be there, as is protocol. If, somehow, Bijjaldev manages to convince Maa to not allow her brothers with her, Bhairav will be there.
And if Bhairav too will need to go? Katappa serves the throne, and Bijjaldev is the Dowager King, who can order anything from Katappa, even if it may be a demand to see the training of his successor.
Gauri crosses her legs more tightly and feels her ankle brush Bhairav's dagger, still hidden in the drapes of her saree.
She raises her chin and brings a glass of sugarcane juice to her lips. There are things to be done and Gauri trusts no one more than she trusts herself— bar her twin.
If she has to figure it out by herself, all she needs is two conversations, some books, multiple smiles and just Bhairav's dagger.
Vijay's smile is full of achievement, Bijjaldev's excitement is palpable, Maa's shrewdness is natural, Bhalla's calculation is obvious and Amar's naivete is frustrating.
Gauri looks down at her hand. It is covered in alta, but she doesn't mind covering it in blood to survive.
She looks at her uncle and gives him a smile. She's always been a better chess player than he.
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Gauri and Bhalla are discussing her recent read, the very same night, when Gauri finally realises that the love she holds isn't enough of a reason for her to be loved in the same manner.
"Love is a thing to be experienced and felt. To be enveloped in such a feeling is the biggest haven anyone could ask for."
Bhalla shrugs, almost disinterested. "But if you do love so much, you're bound to get hurt sooner or later. The girl in the book, she loves too much and too fast, and look where that gets her: dead."
Gauri gives him a reprimanding look and counters,"But if you don't love, why would you even live? To thrive is to love. Man is a creature of society and affection."
"Man is a primal animal," he says, rolling his eyes. "The basic instincts that all humans have are: fear, lust, possession, hunger and anger. There's no instinct for love."
"That is because love has to be nurtured. It has to be sewn with care, thread by thread." Gauri frowns at him. Does he feel the same way about the way she loves him and others? "Love is in the very nature of man, but it must be nurtured."
Bhalla sighs like she's the one being obtuse. "When you love, you trust. When you trust, you expect. When you expect, you get disappointed. That's how the world goes."
"Whenever did you get disappointed via love, Bhalla?" She can't help but ask. She doesn't think she's ever been remiss in loving or showing that love. She likes to think that she didn't disappoint him.
He looks away,"The topic isn't I, Gauri." For the first time in her life, Gauri's name from Bhalla's mouth sounds harsh. Gauri is taken aback by the stern tone of voice and winces, looking down at her lap. Bhalla continues,"Love should be there, yes, but you must also acknowledge that love makes one weak. Dependent."
"Dependency is a good thing if the person you're reliant on is a reliable person. As long as you're also capable, depending on someone for something once in a while isn't a bad idea."
"Again," he says,"Dependency brews disappointment. You have not seen it yet and I hope that you shan't have to, but loving so easily is naive. Loving too much is suffocating."
Gauri feels like she's been slapped. Oh. She's back to herself in the past, when she was a new teen and fought maa because maa wanted to separate Bahu and her and Bahu didn't fight for her as desperately as she for him. She's taken to the moment she knew that he will always choose Maa, even over her. And while she feels like a sinner even thinking this, she knows she will choose him over even Maa and their country.
Gauri is back to the moment she heard Bhalla equate her marriage to the economic advantages and the way he seemed utterly unsurprised at Vijay's forwardness. She's back to the moment when she realised that he loves her, perhaps only because she's not in the race for that wretched gold throne.
She's taken back to the moment when Maa told her that her mother usually wore dark colours and Gauri felt like a breathing lie that birthed and died in the ribs of the woman who birthed her.
She's taken back to the moment when her uncle sneered at her, a child, and called her a simpleton. Back to the day she realised that he might have planned her assassination.
Gauri isn't ever going to be loved with the she loves, not from her blood. And if her blood doesn't love her, why would anyone else? It's not surprising, really, that she wants to go for children welfare. It's wretched and horrible, but Gauri understands her subconscious wishes now.
Gauri will become a minister for child development and when she does her job, she will earn a name, a respect. But the people she helps, they will also think of her as some invincible authority and feel indebted. She will earn their questionable gratitude.
It's not love, a voice in her head says snidely, but it'll do.
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Baahubali: The Beginning (2015)
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