𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚 || 𝐀. 𝐁𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢 | 𝐘/𝐧 | 𝐁. 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐚

#1 《The Interesting Perspective》

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

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

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

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

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

As the door swung open, a cloud of dust danced through the air, catching the soft glow of the morning light. Y/n took a moment to inhale the musty scent of history and nostalgia before she proceeded with her daily ritual.

Y/n's routine was as predictable as the sunrise. She gingerly dusted off the display cabinets, each one containing a piece of history that had been carefully preserved for generations.

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

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

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

The store was once her grandmother's, and before that, her great-grandmother's, and before that her great-geart-grandmother's. No one knew exactly how old it was, but it was a family relic that was passed down to Y/n.

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

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

It was as if a fever had taken hold of the nation, and fans had gone berserk over this cinematic marvel. People had lost their minds, raving about the epic storytelling and jaw-dropping visuals that this movie promised.

Y/n, ever the outlier in her circle, hadn't quite fathomed the craze.

Her friends, captivated by the Baahubali frenzy, hadn't understood how she remained immune to its charm.

They had pestered her relentlessly, urging her to give it a chance. Perhaps, they had thought, Y/n might just find a new love in the world of cinema.

"Come on, Y/n!!"

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

"And we've had two movie nights where we watched the first and second movies together!"

Y/n grimaced, unsure of what to say.

"I don't know, guys..."

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