#bahubali x reader

[allari-ammayi]

Butta Bomma

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬➜

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

𝐓.𝐖➜

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

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟏

𝐏𝐫𝐞-𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞➜

The Interesting Perspective

The New World

The Angel Lady

The Harsh Interrogation

The Monkey Woman

The Snarky Prince

The Etiquette Lessons

The Language Barrier

The Political Genius

The Culinary Adventurer

The Mahismati Festival

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟐

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ⌗𝟏➜

The Scripted Starting

The Dancing Beauty

The Affectionate Prince

The Gruesome Battle

The Vitory Horror

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟑

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ⌗𝟐➜

The Dangerous Thoughts

The Kuntala Quest

The Royal Gardens

The Deciding Day

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟒

𝐁𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞➜

The Kuntala Journey

The Charming Princess

The Kuntala Palace

The Dreamer Boy

The Hunting Party

The Krishna Pooja

The Marriage Proposal

The Silent Attack

The Lady’s Choice

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Rejoiced Couple

The Wedding Night

The Jealous Banishment

The Back-Stabber

The Final Sob

The Honoured Dead

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Stubborn Prince

The Jealous Husband

The Painful Coronation

The Run-Away Wife

The Reunited Lovers

The Old Beginnings

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟓

𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞➜

The Library Roaming

The Compensating Gifts

The Hidden Portrait

The Risky Plan

The Portrait Showing

The Insistent Girl

The False Confession

The Impulsive Promise

The King’s Confession

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Defeated King

The Heart Problems

The Exiled Duo

The Discontent Girl

The Confidential News

The Sweet Embrace

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Impressive Queen

The Romantic King

The Revealed Secret

The Destroyed Amulet

The Two-Faced Liar

The Tragic End

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭➜ @vellipo-mellaga, @cleaningfairylevi, @bhalare-vichitram, @ghal-ghal, @bitchy-bi-trash, @vijayasena, @sakhiiiii, @celestesinsight《If you wish to be part of the taglist, please let me know in the replies!》

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞➜

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

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

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[sada-siva-sanyaasi]

jagadeka veerudu athiloka sundari - part fourteen

(a/n - have you missed me? hellooooo there, sorry for vanishing for six whole months, I just lost the will to write, me thinks. anyway, enjoy? enjoy.

~ juhi <3)

Masterlist

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

Or so he had thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— — — 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— — —

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

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[bhalare-vichitram]

Y/n, throwing their head into Bhalla's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Bhalla, lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

Bahu, later that day: You seriously said that to them??

Bhalla:...

Bahu: HMMM???

Bhalla:

Bhalla: I was gonna say ‘You’re pretty’, because that’s what I thought, but it’s physically impossible for me to not insult them.

#self insert #x reader #tollywood #telugu #bahubali #bahubali x reader #bhallaladeva #bhallaladeva x reader #incorrect quotes #incorrect bahubali quotes #yn #y/n

[orgasming-caterpillar]

If you think you're ready for the number of Bhallaldeva x reader fics there are on tumblr you're really not

#bahubali x reader #the tumhlr bahubali fandom scares me #anyways i only simp for one and one only #bahu my love #babubali

[mellaga-karagani]

Bhallaladeva《Bahubali》Romance Dialogue Set

Requests are open, and my asks and inbox are always open!

“I wanted to feel nothing whenever I saw you, but you looked at me in the eyes, and I felt everything at once.”

“I didn’t want to fall in love, not at all, but at some point, you smiled, and, holy shit, I blew it.”

“You make me feel. You make me feel, and I don’t like it, I want it to stop. But it never does. Every time I see you, it gets bigger and endless.”

“Because you’re important to me, you piece of shit, and I love you so much,”

“Thank you for loving me when I still tasted of heartache and war.”

☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆○☆

Taglist: @allari-ammayi, @vellipo-mellaga

Note: Requests are open, I write mostly for telugu characters, but I also accept general Indian!!

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[ramcharantitties]

dhivara

amrendra bahubali x reader (kya din aa gaye hai mere)

summary- it wasn't often your husband wanted to rest in your lap, and you were not gonna say no. But what will happen when the clever attackers finds that as the best time to sneak attack on you two?

The whole kingdom was filled with a news- a group, formed within the kingdom itself wants the king dead. And the king knew that some of his own people are included in that clan. Bahubali didn't want to take a chance and put his kingdom in danger, his own family. It wasn't a doubt that the whole Mahishmati didn't look at you two as if you weren't straight out of a mythology. Supporters of Bijjaldev and Bhallal weren't any less who wanted to do nothing but end Bahubali and his wife, the queen. So he stayed up awake at nights, planning out all the ways he could take down the clan- busy enough to not even meet his guest he brought over after a trip around his kingdom, the princess of kuntala kingdom, Devsena. It wasn't until Katappa urged bahubali that he should take a night of rest and he will put an extra set of guards around the palace corridors and near the king and queen's room. That he will be on the stroll himself.

You sat in front of the mirror, unwrapping the heavy saree along with the day's work. Being a queen wasn't easy either. And to your dismay, your king were missing from the bed from past so many nights. More than the lack of his presence, you were concerned about his wellbeing. Bahubali wasn't this stressed even for a war, but enemies on the inside are more harmful, and he knew that well.

About ten minutes later, when you were set to sleep alone, the huge gates of your room opened and entered your husband. His posture was dull, his eyes heavy. You sat up again, and his muscular figure sat next to you. "Can I rest with you tonight?" he asked, keeping his head on your shoulder.

Bahubali wasn't the one to lose consciousness when he sleeps. It was a ritual- when he asked you, specifically, to rest with him, he really wanted to lose himself in dreamland, away from reality. You patted his cheek, chuckling. "What a silly thing to ask your own wife" you said and got up. "You should wear the night clothes, and I will set the pillows out on the swing in balcony. Let's sleep in the moonlight" you touched your forehead with Bahubali, earning a tired smile from him.

Ever since you heard the news of the clan, you kept an extra set of daggers and spikes hidden in your clothes at all times- just the matter of time until your husband catches them. As soon as the setting was done, you leaned your back comfortably against the handle of the swing. Bahu came and sat near your extended leg, turning around and putting his head on your thighs as if it was him turning against the world and hiding in your lap. You smiled and ran your fingers through his curls, lulling him to sleep in the cool winds of moon.

"Sing for me" he muttered and you smiled at the faint memory. He met you when you, the princess herself, were strolling the borders of your kingdom, singing that song. You both got in a fight- and he fell in love with you when you left a huge cut from your sword on his back. You ran your finger on his now a scar.

"Khoya Hain Khoya Hain Khoya Hain Khoya Dil Aise

Leharon Mein Leharon Mein Khoyi Ho Boonde Yaar Jaise

The wind picked up its pace and there were soft snores coming from your husband. By the time you ended singing the part, you felt..weird. There was an unsettling volcano starting to form inside you. Before you could think, your hand reached at your back and pulled a knife, cutting the neck of an intruder standing behind you on the edge of balcony. It didn't take you long to realize that Katappa mistakenly placed the members of clan as your guards.

At the loss of your voice, Bahu squirmed under you. Your attention went back to him, keeping a close touch on your spikes and surroundings.

"Taaron Mein Chamke Jiski Do Aankhein Main Hi Toh Hu Na Jharno Mein Gaayu Main Jheelon Se Bolu Aa Kar Tu Sunn Na"

Two more intruders came at a time in front of you and you aimed the spikes at them, ripping the flesh of their skin. You were able to fight them from your sitting spot easily, but it was hard that your husband won't wake up from the noise they were making. You needed to call Katappa. You placed the silent whistle in your mouth, blowing it with force- katappa gave it to you for whenever you weren't able to escape.

"Tere Liye Saansein Chale Aa Jee Le Tu Sang Saajna Sunn Le Zara Tujhe Piya Dildaar Maine Chuna"

Your hands slid back in Bahu's hair before he could wake up. Your soft voice pushed him from the edge again as you visibly saw the contorted lines of stress disappear from his forehead. You saw three more intruders climb up the balcony and you pulled out your daggers. Before you could throw them off the railing, three arrows from the back pierced the heart of two them- the archer missed one of the intruder. And his attack came straight at you. You pushed the dagger up his stomach and held his mouth as so he won't emit a noise. When you felt Bahu moving in your lap, you continued the song.

"Jane Kahan Se Aa Gaya Le Ke Tu Pyar Ka Aashiyan Ha Zara Aazama Tu Kahe Toh Mita Du Ye Jaan"

You threw the intruder off the railing with that. Katappa soon came in view as he hurried up near you. Another set of eight intruders came from all the edges of railing, and katappa slashed four of them in a blink. The archer shot down two of them again- but the remaining two made their way to you. Bahu turned in your lap, as Katappa and the archer realized that their king were right there, and finally having a night of sleep. The distraction threw you off and you caught the intruders attacking you just in time. You did slit the leg of one and stabbed the side of other but Katappa held their mouths and threw them down the balcony- so Bahu won't wake up.

Katappa lit up the torches when he made sure no more intuder were left to come anymore- and you finally saw the face of the archer. Devsena stood their, her face holding an expression that you couldn't tell. "Devi, who are you?" she asked you. Under you Bahu whined unconsciously, urging you to keep singing. You smiled and kissed his forehead, finishing your song.

"Sun zara, too sangariyara"

Katappa smiled to himself as he realized what you were doing. You ran your hand through his curls, when Bahu flipped again, the scar visible on his bare back. Devsena gasped.

"Saanwara, tu hai mera"

"She is the wife of King Amrendra Bahubali, Queen Y/n Devi." Katappa said as you smiled, patting your husband's back as he snored peacefully. Bahubali can know about the whole ordeal tomorrow- for now, he needs to sleep.

tagging- @cursedcursives @aasthuu @a-really-hot-caterpillar @thewinchestergirl1208 @dumdaradumdaradum @stanleykubricks @bromance-minus-the-b @chaanv @iam-siriuslysher-lokid @budugu @rambheemlove

#bahubali #amrendra bahubali #fanfic #ghungru #desi tag

[willowwhispers01]

I AM BACK!! And i want some Bahubali x reader and Bhaskar Bose x reader content.

Like Where is it!? Why no one write fanfics for these three!!

( Amrendra Bahubali and Mahendra Bahubali) x Reader

Bhaskar Bose x Reader

ヾ(≧へ≦)〃

#desiblr #ramblings

[rambheem-is-real]

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Saiga Okadu Sainyam Okadu - oneshot

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Ee Varsham Sakshiga [With the Rain As Our Witness] - oneshot

Cross My Heart - pt 1, pt 2, pt 3

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Be Still My Foolish Heart (Ram x Bheem) - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, face cast, tattoo drawings, ao3, mandarin translation

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My House of Stone, Your Ivy Grows (Jenny x Seetha) - pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, on hiatus

Rajamouli reincarnation universe - oneshot

CelebRRRation Fan Event - Day One, Two, Three

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Bahubali (ao3 links)

Nannu Kshaminchu Baahu - oneshot

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Misc

rambheem canon divergence au, titanic!au rambheem, deva x das

pwps - Ram x Reader fic, Jai x Ram fic, Rocky x Reena fic, Bhumiradha (fem!rambheem) fic, Bhairava x Mithravinda fic

#rrr #rrr fics #rambheem #rambheem fics

[edensrose]

BHALLALADEVA X READER AND BAHUBALI X READER EXISTS

I HAVE NO IDEA WHO OR WHAT THAT IS

#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐬 ៸៸ social life does not exist ❜‧₊

[popquizhot-shot]

 Na Rani-Kaz x desi! fem!reader

This fic might not be everyone’s cup of tea as it is directed to Desi readers, i’ve written it from a telugu reader’s perspective, but this is a desi reader, i have not described the reader though, so read it if you want to! contains spoilers for the epic Bahubali movies!

warnings: spoilers, some swearing ig, this is a modern au, so technology and tv exist, this is years into Kaz and reader’s relationship, so he’s comfortable with touch around her. this is pretty short and ngl pretty self-indulgent, i forgot the order of events in the movies, so they may be wrong, killing(part of movie)

tagging: @sirisuorionblack @confuscita @staytrueblue​

“ So, angel, what are we watching today?” Kaz asked, settling down on the sofa next to you.

Grinning, you search up the title ‘Bahubali’ on the tv and a movie pops up.

“ Ba-hu-ba-lee?” Kaz butchers the name of the movie

“ Kaz, I know people call you a cold-blooded murdered but please don’t butcher the name of the movie, it hasn’t done anything to you, it’s Bahubali” you emphasize each syllable so you’re boyfriend understands.

“Uh huh, so what’s it about?” he reads the little explanation of the movie under the title, his eyes squinted, “ sounds interesting, let’s watch it!”

“ I’m putting subtitles for you, cause this is in telugu and you can’t understand most of the language.”

“ But I know telugu!” he whines, already eating popcorn.

“  Jaan, the only words you know are ‘yadava, picchoda and gaadida!(idiot, fool and donkey).

“ Fine. put the movie on, with subtitles.” he has an adorable pout on his face.

You peck his lips, causing him to blush, before starting the movie.

>~>~>~>~>~>~>

“ That.. is the most honourable death I have ever seen!” Kaz comments, his eyes wide as the body of the woman in the river is washed away.

“ I know right! Keep watching, that lady is epic!” you agree, eyes not leaving the screen.

~?~?~?~?~?~?~

“ The girl reminds me of you.” Kaz says, referring to Avantika, a warrior princess who is also the love interest.

“ You flatter me darling, keep watching.” you kiss his jaw.

>~>~>~>~>~>~>~

“ Wait so, Shivudu is the queen’s nephew and she adopts him?”

“ Yes! Kaz this scene is the reason I love the queen Shivagami, pay attention!!”

Kaz eyes follow the lady in the purple saree, walking towards the group of men.

(ugh i love this lady so much)

And when she manages to kill a man, with a baby in her hand, and managing to calm down said baby in ten seconds he begins to clap, and you join in.

“She’s my favourite.” Kaz confirms, his chin resting on you’re head as you curl into him.

“ She’s everyone’s favourite Kaz.” you murmur.

“SHE’S SITTING ON THE THRONE, WITH BLOOD ON HER FACE AND A BABY IN HER ARMS, SHE JUST KILLED A FEW MEN, THAT IS THE DEFINITION OF EPIC RIGHT NOW!” you shriek, arms in the air, scattering popcorn everywhere.

“ I know love, calm down.” Kaz pulls you back into his arms, kissing the top of you’re head.

“BUT LOOK-”

~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~

As the main character, chops a man’s head off, you put your forefingers in you’re mouth and whistle loudly, startling Kaz.

“ What?”

“ Stop startling me!”

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“ WAIT THE BALD GUY KILLED BAHUBALI! PUT THE SECOND ONE NOW! I HAVE TO WATCH IT~”

“ Kaz, it’s two in the morning-”

“ I am watching the second one, screw my sleep schedule. You can go tp bed angel.”

“ and let you have the fun? No thank you, put it on.”

~?~?~?~>?~?~?~>~?~?~>~?~>~?~

Thump! Thump!

You bang your fists to your thighs in beat to the song. “ Saahore Bahubali”, singing along.

Kaz stares at you, his mouth open wide. He knew you could sing, but you singing so beautifully, you’re eyes closed, hand up to your ear, other hand extended outwards, swaying from side to side, he thanked whatever saint was up there you existed.

As the song ended, he kissed your cheeks, from behind, making you smile and blush, hiding your face between your palms.

“ Awww my angel is blushing!” he teased, poking your side playfully.

Swatting him away, you laugh and gesture to the tv, “ Watch jaan.”

>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~

“ That’s why? that’s why he was killed? really? ugh that’s sad.” Kaz said as the credits rolled, the movie ending.

“ So what have we learnt jaan?” you ask.

“ Don’t stay up until five in the morning on a work day.” Kaz deadpans.

“ No silly, it’s that Sivagami is our queen, don’t mess with her.” you conclude, getting up and stretching your arms.

Kaz holds your waist and pulls you back onto the sofa, “ Na rani Sivagami kadu, nuvu. Nuvu na rani.”(Sivagami is not my queen, you are) he says in his accented telugu, and with that his lips are on yours and you forget about everything, because to him, you were his queen. You might not have been the queen of Mahishmati, but you were the queen of the Barrel, and you were safe in the arms of the king.

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[sirisuorionblack]

have you ever watched bahubali?

if so i have another idea!

like modern au!kaz x reader where they both watch bahubali 2 and she just sings along to some of the songs and just worships the epic queen mother!

if you havent watched it, GO WATCH IT, both part 1 and 2!

ECHS!!! I WATCH PART 1 IN THEATRE!!!!!! 9it was by mistake tho🤣)

THATS WOO!!!!! YOU HAVE LITERALLY THE WOOEST IDEAS!!!

Oh!!! And even! Think about this!! Perhaps the reader is like loud and she whistles in that scene where Bahubali cuts of the guy's head in the second part and Kaz is either like confused or like he is cheering with her!!!! Or even better! He has doubts of what us going and he asks she is like ranting about and he just looks at her and doesn't listen to a thing she said...

#echs my beloved #im really sorry😭😭 #i have no idea about...Beaker's character so i am clueless as to how he will react #BUT THE IDEA IS WOO BRUH!!!!!!!!

[allari-ammayi]

PLEASEEE I NEEEED PART 2 TO THE BHALLA FIC RN 🙌🙌🙌

Wife | Pt.2 《Bharya》B. Deva

☆Bhallaladeva x Fem! OC☆

Synopsis: Pooja and Bhallaladeva have been married for three months, but after their wedding ceremony came to an end, Pooja hasn't seen him or heard of him since. It's not like she's his first wife she likely won't be his last- is what she thinks. But when Bhallaladeva sends a servant to summon Pooja to his quarters late one night, Pooja hopes to fulfil their unstarted martial duties, instead, Bhalla requests that Pooja do something else for him. Something Pooja never expected to hear from the ruthless king of Mahismati. 《Pt. 2, 2.4k Words》

Note: There will probably be maybe two more parts to this story lol. This is the OC version of this fic. If you would like to read the Y/n version, it will be available on my Y/n masterlist page! ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

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She stepped inside and gulped. His room was kind of how she imagined it. It was wide, grand, open and nothing like hers. Pooja’s room was grand too, of course, being one of the wives of the king, but compared to the king’s room, it felt like a children's play area.

Pooja stepped forward, examining every inch of the room, her anklets making music with every step she took. But the most important question lay unanswered. Where was Bhalla? The main reason Pooja traveled halfway across the palace at one in the morning for?

Pooja crossed her arms behind her and looked around, admiring the portraits and the statues. They were portraits of him, one of his mother, and of previous kings. But none of his brother or any of his wives.

But one particular portrait caught her eyes. Or rather, the fact that it was covered up with a massive velvet cloth.

What was Bhalla hiding under there?

Pooja stepped towards the portrait, her anklets notifying every other living thing nearby of her movement but right as she reached for the velvet cloth, the sound of a voice made her stomach drop.

“Here.” Said low, breathy voice. Pooja flinched, instantly drawing her hand away from the covered portrait and span around to face the source of the voice. What she saw made Pooja’s heart jump and her stomach summersault.

On his mighty grand bed, lay Bhalladeva.

The king.

The warrior.

The ruler.

Her husband.

Like his voice, Bhallaladeva was breathing heavily and fast, reaching an arm out for Pooja who was unsure of what to do.

Upon stepping closer to him, Pooja began getting worried. Bhalla’s face was covered in tiny droplets of sweat, his breathing was heavy and his chest rose and fell at an alarming rate.

Pooja gasped at the helpless form of the king and brought her hands to her lips.

“Your- Your Majesty-!” Pooja began, unsure of what to call him. Pooja’s use of ‘Your Majesty caused a tiny flinch to escape Bhalla’s body.

Should she acknowledge their marriage and the sacred thread tied around her neck by Bhalla and call him ‘Bhalla’?

Or was was more fitting to call him ‘Bhallaladeva’ to please his massive ego and not seem overly friendly?

Or was she supposed to be his quiet submissive wife and refer to him as his majesty?

Pooja gulped and quickly looked around while Bhalla continued breathing rapidly in a feverish way.

“Don’t- Don’t worry Your Majesty! I’ll-” With the way Bhalla flinched as she called him ‘Your Majesty’, Pooja was internally face-palming herself. Pooja hated how she kept stumbling over her words.

Way to make a great first impression, she thought as she slowly began panicking.

Pooja noticed how Bhalla could barely keep his eyes open as they kept drooping and he struggled to breath normally.

“I’ll call a healer-!” Just as Pooja turned around to sprint away to fetch a healer, Bhalla’s voice stopped her yet once again.

“No-!” He said. Pooja couldn’t tell if he was shouting or simply in pain because the moment she turned around, she saw him painfully clutching his heart while he winced in pain.

“But-”

“No. I don’t need a physician right now.” Bhalla said, his pain starting to worsen as he raked his fingers through his dark curly locks. Pooja gulped, unconvinced but not willing to disobey his Majesty’s orders.

“Then… Why was I summoned here, Your majesty?”

Bhalla pat the empty space next to him on the bed, confusing Pooja.

What did he want her to do? Clean the bed sheets? Dust it? Was the dust causing him to go all haywire like this?

Pooja, still confused, awkwardly moved towards the king and bent down. She looked at the king, who looked back at her before she looked down at the spot when he was patting.

Pooja began patting and sweeping aswell with her hand, brushing the non-existenct specks of dust off the edge of the bed, confidently.

When she finished, she looked at the king, hoping to see an impressed face at her brillinat cleaning abilities, only to be met with a confused look from the king.

“What’re you doing?” Bhalla croaked out.

“I was dusting.” Pooja replied, impressively. Bhalla’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“...Why?” Bhalla said, after a slow moment of consideration, seemingly forgetting his pain in the confusion.

“Because… Well, because Your Majesty-” Bhalla flinched ever so slightly as Pooja referred to him as ‘Your Majesty’, “-asked me to.” Pooja said, in a matter-of-fact tone, leaving Bhalla speechless. Bhalla’s lack of words left Pooja worried out of her mind.

Had she not cleaned enough? Or did she do it wrong?

Pooja was practically losing her mind over what Bhalla would do to her if she acted incorrectly.

Would he kill her? Posion her? Torutre her? Publically behead her?

Thoughts like those ran through Pooja’s mind and each thought was more treacherous than the one before. In the flurry of worry, Pooja stood up suddenly, knocking over a golden water goblet in the process and panicked further at the noise it made.

Bhalla was undisturbed by the goblet, he genuinely couldn’t care less about it. Instead, his energy was taken upp by a small smile gracing his lips at Pooja’s antics. The sound og the falling goblet masked the tiny chuckle that escaped Bhalla’s lips.

Suddenly, as if catching himself in a horrid act, Bhalla quickly wiped his smile right off, and replaced it with a simple calm face.

Pooja looked at the fallen ghoblet and back at Bhalla, misreading his calmness for anger.

“M-Maybe it would be best if I fetched a physician and left Your Majesty alone-” Pooja kept stumbling over her words, her voice clearly laced with tension and fear, and when she turned around suddenly, Bhalla’s voice stopped her once more.

“No.” He didn’t shout this time, he was calm as if suppressing his quick breath and his heavy voice. As if he was actually trying to be soft with her. As if she was a fragile little bird that he didn’t want to harm.

Pooja stopped and looked over at him, he was patting the empty spot next to him again.

“I meant stay with me,” He said, and under his moustach, Pooja failed to spot the tiniest and almost invisible smile curling at the corner of his lips, “Not- Not dust the bed,”

“Ohhh,” Pooja said, nodding her head slowly in understanding. She slowly and cautiously advanding towards the king and carefully sat next to his flat body.

“Stay with me.” Bhalla said, softly, allowing himself to close his eyes and he turned his head to feel Pooja’s touch through the fabric of her voni. “Just for a while…”

Pooja stiffened, having never expected something like this from the king. Bhalla’s voice made Pooja think it almost sounded like love, but she shook the thought off quickly. She remembered the words of the other wives.

Bhalla is incapable of love. Giving it or receiving it.

This wasn’t love, Pooja told herself, when another question popped up.

What happened to the king?

And another one.

Why did he need her to stay with him?

And another one, the one Pooja was most curious about.

Why her?

The answer to that question seemed simple. He wanted to see his latest wife, so he could cross it off on his to-do list and not bother about her ever again till her funeral. That was the only possible reason… Right?

Something in the back of Pooja’s mind told her that it wasn’t. Her curiosity getting a hold of her, Pooja gulped and let her first question out.

“Are- Are you okay?” Pooja mentally face-palmed at the way this question was phrased.

It seemed too formal and yet informal at the same time. How was that even possible!?

“Now I am,” Bhalla said, his voice musch less breathy like before, his chest raising and falling at a normal pace rather than rapidly like before. “Stay with me.” Bhalla’s soft voice and calm demenor, contrary to his previous aura, surprised Pooja.

It took her a few minutes to realise she was there to calm Bhalla down, but she was unsure how. She could just sit there like he said, till he fell asleep, but no.

Pooja could tell that Bhalla was still agitated, sure not as much as he was when she walked in, but he was still breathing pretty heavy and sweating like crazy.

Pooja looked around the room to see if there was anything she could use to help Bhalla and with each little thing she saw, the easier this task became. Now came time for execution.

Pooja looked down at her soft voni and without a second thought, ripped a large piece off.

She picked up the fallen goblet, filled it with water from the vase on the bed side table and dipped the ripped section of the voni into the water.

She gave it a good dunk, pulled it out and squeed the excess water out before she folded it up neatly and looked over at Bhalla. With a gulp and hesitant shaky hands, she wiped the sweat off his face with the cloth.

Bhalla practically melted into Pooja’s voni as he let out a sigh of relief as the cold water caressed his skin. Pooja gave the voni another dunk, squeezed it one more time and wiped only the top of Bhalla’s chest before she gave it one last dunk, squeezed and folded it and placed it on his forehead.

Carefully lifting herself off the bed, Pooja sprinted towards the nearest widow and with a great push, she opened it, letting the cool breeze open to cool Bhalla down. The rust on the windows told her that they hadn’t been opened in a long time.

Pooja ran back to Bhalla, who had stopped sweating but was still squirming around in unease. Pooja looked around to see if there was anything she could do to stop that and put an end to his uneasiness, till she came to a conclusion that there was only one thing she could do.

Show him a motherly kind of love.

Sure, Pooja was told that Bhalla couldn’t feel love, or so she thought, but it was worth a try. She sat back down, and after careful consideration, ran her fingers through Bhalla’s raven dark locks until she had a hold of his head. She scooped his head up and placed it on her lap.

Bhalla opened his eyes slightly to see what Pooja was doing, but when he heard her voice the very next second, he closed his eyes. Pooja closed her eyes and started humming a tune.

A tune that her mother sang to her as a kis. A tune that every mother likely sang to their kids. Pooja brushed Bhalla’s hair back and off his faceand remembered a lullaby.

“Lali, Lali, Lali Lali.” Pooja began, her nervous voice nowhere in sight, now replaced by a soft sing-song voice, “Vatapatrasayiki Varahala lali,” Bhalla closed his eyes fully now, his chest’s constantly movement slowling down with every word Pooja sang. “Rajivanetruniki ratanala lali.” Bhalla’s previously tense body softened down instantly like hard butter melting in the hot sun. “Lali, Lali, Lali, Lali,” Pooja carresed the side of Bhalla’s face as she sang the lullaby, his conciousness slowly drifting away with every verse she sang as he eventually returned to a peaceful slumber.

When Bhalla had fully gone back to sleep, Pooja carefully picked his head up, dragged over a pillow and gently placed him down. She saw his silk sheets flayed all over the bed and pulled them up before tucking him in as if he was just an innocnet little child, rather than the feared, ruthless leader of Mahismati.

When Bhalla was tucked in and peacefully sleeping away, Pooja looked down at his features and wondered what she was supposed to do now? Kiss him on the forehead and leave?

Maybe it was a bit too soon, she thought, considering this was the first time they even spoke to each other. But then again, she thought, she was his wife, and as a wife, kissing isn’t something to be neglected.

Impulsively, Pooja bent her head down and pecked Bhalla on the forehead before bringing her nails to her lips in shyness and spriting out of the room. Even if Bhalla was not fond of kisses, he wouldn’t know, he was asleep, Pooja told herself.

She carefully shut the doors to the room close to not wake him up and trotted off to her very own room, practically prancing, dancing, and skipping as she went, her excitement lighting up the cold dark hallways.

When Bhalla heard the doors to his room close shut, she slowly peeled his eyes open and looked up at the ceiling. Despite the windows being open and Pooja’s damp voni on his forehead, Bhalla’s face burnt like fire as he grazed his finger over the spot Pooja had kissed him.

Pooja hummed the tune of the lullaby to herself as she skipped through the hallways, her stomach unable to stay at ease with the butterflies eurpting through them.

Today was a good day, she thought, a productive one. She had talked to the king- or rather, her husband, for the first time. She sang him a lullaby and tucked him into bed.

Sometimes the simplest answers give the most effective results.

She even figured out what she would need to do from now one if she was ever called back.

Take his head into her lap, sing to him, calm him down and tuck him into bed.

Simple.

Though it seemed very unlikely that she would ever be called back.

But the voices of the other wives came into Pooja’s mind. The king never spoke to any of his wives unless it’s extremely important. He has no business with them and even if he does, he always only sends a servant.

This thought caused Pooja to stop and think.

True.

Why did the king need her if he never talked to his wives?

This unanswered questions left Pooja thinking about all the other unanswered questions.

Such as why was he the way he was when Pooja first entered the room?

Was it a medical condition?

Or was it the result of traumatic events in his past?

And if so, what exactly was that traumatic past?

Why did Bhalla need someone her to calm him down?

Why not one of his more experienced wives who knew more about him than she did?

And the most curious.

What lay behind the velvet cloth?

What was it a portrait of?

Or rather, who was it of?

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 》 @vijayasena

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[sada-siva-sanyaasi]

jagadeka veerudu athiloka sundari - part ten

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(A/N- it's been a long long looooong time eh? apologies for the delay, I just had a massive brain block. so this one's for you! also happy new year guys, all the love to you.

~juhi <3)

Aarya woke up feeling refreshed, her heart light surprisingly. She knew she was surrounded by the enemy force who was waiting for her to make the wrong move but the only thing she could focus on was the fact that she was getting married to a man she thought she hated until a few days ago, and suddenly she couldn’t imagine her life without. Her akandas glowed a dull grey as the sunlight fell on them, and she frowned as she picked them up. “That doesn’t seem right.” She murmured as the dull grey enveloped her hand, spreading chills to every part of her that they touched.

She shrugged as she set them down and freshened up, walking out of her room. 

The servants greeted her with immense respect, their eyes shining with something akin to fear and disbelief as she strolled past them all. “Where’s Bhalla?” She turned and asked, making one of the servants step away uneasily. “Er, His Majesty is still in his room. But we advise you not-” “I’ll get him out then, thank you.”

Aarya waltzed to Bhalla’s room, knocking twice and walking in after she heard no response. She looked around, frowning when she didn’t spot him. “Bhalla!” She called out, her frown deepening as she saw no sign of him. She exhaled, twisting the ring on her finger when a voice rang in the room, “At your service.” 

Aarya’s breath hitched, turning around as she saw Bhalla step out of his washroom, hair wet and his loincloth clinging around his waist loosely. Steam came off his body, making him suddenly look all the more like a God. Her face flushed violently as she took a step back, turning away when her knee hit a table, making her buckle. Bhalla surged forward, wrapping his arm around her waist to steady her as he smirked down at her. “Instead of falling because of things, fall for me next time, will you?” 

She just rolled her eyes, trying to stop the blood rushing to her cheeks as he stepped closer to her. “You have to- oh!” She slipped again as her knees gave out because of the bed behind her and she fell onto it, looking up as Bhalla placed both his arms on either side of her. Her eyes widened and he leaned in to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes dropping to her lips. “Your face is red, you’re sweating in my room and it’s generally cold this time of the year in Mahishmati. Is this because of me?” 

“No,” Aarya huffed, her eyes falling shut as Bhalla nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck, his warm breath tickling her. “I’m still not used to your kingdom. Sundarsi is so much colder than here, in case you haven’t noticed.” “Is that so?” He murmured into her skin, tracing his fingers across her waist and revelling in her shivers. “I haven’t noticed, really. I was focused… elsewhere.” 

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere.” Bhalla looked up for a moment, his eyes twinkling as they raked over her hungrily. “I have you on my bed now without flattering you, Aarya. Do you want me to start flattery now?” His hand on Aarya’s bare back slipped up, toying with the strings of her blouse while Aarya tried in vain to push him away. “Behave yourself, will you? This isn’t right.”

“You’re mine, and this is something everyone knows now. If people question my actions and affections I’ll serve their heads to you on a golden platter.” A smile crept on her face, still trying to get distance between both of them. “Although,” Bhalla pulled away, a smirk on his face when Aarya tried to fight the frown off her face. “I like listening to you, and you told me to behave.” 

He got off the bed and pulled her to her feet, smirking at her visible anger. “What brings you over to my room? Is there anything not right with the services? I could-” “No, it’s none of that,” Aarya interrupted him, her eyes darting around his room as she walked around, all of her interest suddenly on the intricate works on the walls. “I was just… I wanted to see you and your kingdom, and who better to show me the place than you?”

Bhalla’s face softened as he observed her, a smile making its way onto his face as he waltzed over to her. “You needn’t ask, I’ll show you my kingdom. Come, get ready and I’ll show you everything.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and she smiled, brushing past him to leave his room.

His eyes locked on the akanda she left by his bedside, frowning at its dull grey glow as he picked it up, studying it. “Kattappa!” The general walked in, bowing to Bhalla who continued to study the stone. “I want you to do something for me.”

— — —

Bhalla waited in the stables, pacing around as he waited for Aarya to arrive, when Kattappa approached him with a frown. “Something is wrong in Sundarsi, Your Majesty. And it seems all the priests of their temples are worried about it, because whatever is happening over there, it’s not their doing. Either that, or someone is forcing an insider to do something.” 

Bhalla’s frown deepened as he watched Kattappa put out the akandas, whose glow got weaker, flickering dark grey. “When a Sundarsi citizen uses their stones, they glow as white as the moon. Sometimes, the glow could change, but they never felt cool to touch when being used, or turned grey. It has started since their queen has come here, and now their general wants her back in Sundarsi.”

“What’s going on?” 

The men looked up, watching Aarya walk in with a frown on her face. “Is there something wrong, Bhalla?” He shook his head, stepping forward and holding his hand out for her to take. He spared Kattappa a final glance as he shoved the stones out of her view while Bhalla helped Aarya onto a horse. 

“Come now, let me show you my world.”

— — — 

Hushed whispers echoed in the halls as Aarya swatted Bhalla’s wandering hands away, glaring fleetingly at him while he rolled his eyes, following her. “It was supposed to be a tour around your kingdom, Bhalla, not an opportunity for you to-” “I know, my queen. You don’t have to scold me so much.” He stared at her strutting figure and scoffed silently, his glare shifting to the soldiers guarding the halls. “Even my mother didn’t scold me the way you always do.”

“Well then, you better get used to this, my king. You’ll get an earful daily if you don’t mend your ways after we wed.” Bhalla smirked, opening his mouth when Aarya yelled out in shock, her bracelet snapping off and falling. The akanda at the very centre shattered in the air as the pieces fell to the ground, black as the night. Aarya held her wrist, wincing as Bhalla rushed to her, cradling her hand delicately in his while they stared at the broken stone in concern.

“This- this has never happened before,” Aarya mumbled, her eyes frantic as they looked to Bhalla, “Our stones are the strongest, this is not supposed to happen, Bhalla, what’s going on? This is a very bad omen, have I gone wrong anywhere?”

He shushed her, bringing her closer while Kattappa ran into the hall, eyes wide. “Your Majesties, please follow me.” They followed him as they all entered the courtroom, seeing the officials of Sundarsi present too.

 Anjasi and Sadhana bowed, their frowns evident as they made way for the head priest to approach Aarya. “Your Majesty, there’s someone here to see you.” He said gravely, guiding Aarya and Bhalla to the palace doors. “Guruji, what’s happening? The akandas, they’re not supposed to-”

“Perhaps,” He sighed, staring at the man who walked through the doors of Bhalla’s palace, “he is your answer.”

Aarya turned, her face turning pale as she stared, the man kneeling down in front of her. Bhalla observed as the man kneeling took Aarya’s hand in his, bringing it to his forehead while the others filled the hall. Anjasi and Sadhana watched him with uncertainty, their grip on their weapons tight while Aarya pulled her hand away, stepping back.

“I apologise for keeping you waiting all these years, Your Majesty,” Rudra said, looking up at Aarya as though her eyes held all the answers in the universe. “But now, I have returned to make you mine again.” 

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[bhalare-vichitram]

Y/n: Bhalla gave me a get better soon card.

Devasena: That's sweet!

Y/n: I wasn't sick. He just thought I could do better.

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[mellaga-karagani]

OKAY YOU DID BAHU, YOU DID BHALLA, NOW PLS DO DEVASENA!!!

Devasena《Bahubali》Romance Dialogue Set

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“In a room full of art, I’d still stare at you.”

“And I’d choose you, in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”

“If i had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever,”

“My blade has two jobs: cut flowers to make you bouquets of love, and slice the skin of any fiend that disrespects you.”

“Hold my hand in secret and kiss me when no-one’s looking.”

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summary- loving husband meets misogynist minister.

It was a life long fact of dynasties that ruled for years- that your kingdom is your child, your family. When you think for them, it will benefit the king itself. Bahubali breathed in, and you could see his gears turning. All other ministers stood up when he did and walked down the stairs.

The meeting was urgently called for some important business laws. Many traders were facing loan issues and denying paying to the farmers as the bad monsoon ruined the crops. But if the authority helps one side of the problem, the other will face injustice. The meeting wasn't big- only a few close ministers were called for, as the issue will be raised tomorrow morning in the full session of court.

Bahu looked at you and his eyes talked, he really wanted your opinion on this. "What if" you started, and all eyes were up on you. "We decrease the rat-" efore you could share your opinion, Jagannath, one of the ministers, spoke up.

"Maharaja! I apologize for the interruption but, do you think you need a suggestion from" Jagannath gave you a side eye "a woman?" You could see the anger flare in your husband's eyes, but he didn't say anything if you didn't. He trusted your decision- and you wanted to see where this goes.

"You have won great battles my lord, your sword putting countless demons to sleep, why do you need a pity opinion from a woman? After all, what does she know about how to run a kingdom? You should ask her when you want to choose a design on your jewelry" Jagannath laughed alone on his joke, as everyone else stayed quiet since their king was silent.

"Maharaja, your ministers are enough to handle the situation well! If I may say- we forgive the traders for not paying the farmers. After all, they are the main taxpayers of the kingdom. Besides, you can decide well" Jagannath moved to the backside of Bahu, his eyes falling on the long scar on his back. Jagannath smirked.

"Maharani, I suppose you do realize your importance in king's life" he turned to you as you were seated beside the king's throne. "Maharaja" jagannath turned to Baahu again. "Look at the scar on your back- it holds the visible proof of your bravery. Do you think asking your wife about her thoughts on the kingdom's welfare is justice to it? Does it matches yo-" before Jagannath could finish, he heard Baahu chuckle.

"Jagannath" Baahu said in an amused tone. "You do realize how I got the scar right?" Jagannath was lost as some other ministers smiled and amused. "Y/n and I got in a fight on the border of her kingdom and Mahishmati- we both thought of each other as a terrorist. She slashed my back in the fight" Baahu amused, his eyes reminiscing your kaajal loaded eyes that evening, as your face shone with power and intelligence in the dipping sun.

"Jagannath" you finally spoke and Jagannath was scared- what if you give him lifetime imprisonment? "Take some rest" that's all you said and Baahu climbed the stairs again, as your eyes locked with him. He was ashamed for the insult his ministers brought on you, and you assured him with a blink of your eyes.

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The next morning, the session was in order. The court was full of the folks demanding justice, tugging the king at their side. You were seated beside Baahu, on your throne. The session keeper read a scroll, about the session's problem. Everyone waited for the king to speak. "I am in dilemma about this situation, so I would like everyone to contribute their opinion on it." Baahu finished. Jagannath spoke up on queue.

"Maharaj, i believe-" Baahu stopped Jagannath with a motion of his hand. Everyone stared at the king, worried. Jagannath was sweating visibly. Baahu turned to you. "Y/n, what do you think?" After a moment of thought, you turned to Baahu.

"We should decrease the rate of loan for the traders for this year. Farmers will be compensated by providing the money they lost because of monsoon by the kingdom's vault. This will be strictly valid for this financial year only. For the crops, new seeds can be imported and provided to the farmers- but they will sell it with only a certain rate of margin in next harvesting season. This way, the farmers will not face loss and the traders will also be in a fair situation"

Baahu pondered over your suggestion for a while. All the other ministers agreed to the deal and both the parties were justified. From the corner, you could see Jagannath looking stumped in his seat. What you couldn't catch were Bahubali's heart eyes for you.

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