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

#3《The Angel Lady》

❝Ohhh, damn you, Rajamouli!❞

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As Y/n slowly began to regain consciousness, she found herself in a room that was entirely foreign to her. The soft glow of candlelight cast unfamiliar shadows on the walls, and the ornate furnishings surrounding her felt like relics from another era.

Her disoriented state was further compounded by the presence of unfamiliar faces – servants who had been sent by Bhallaladeva to attend to her.

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

Was she the victim of a kidnapping? Had she unknowingly become the subject of a prank by some tv show?

The very idea that she might be in an ancient kingdom like Mahishmati felt utterly surreal, like a scene from a fantastical dream.

As much as she wanted to deny it, her surroundings looked a little too similar to what she saw on the silver screen.

Y/n's heart raced with anxiety, and she was seized by a sudden panic that eclipsed all rational thought.

Without pausing to consider the consequences, she made a desperate attempt to flee the room.

Her movements were frantic, and she pushed past the bewildered palace servants who had been dispatched to assist her. Chaos erupted in her wake, with the attendants struggling to contain the turmoil.

"Please, my lady!"

"Stay calm!"

"We mean no harm!"

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

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

"What is it?" Bhallaladeva asked, turning to the servants.

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

"Good news," Bhalla said,

"But unfortunately, the lady doesn't seem to be taking the news well..." The servant's words caused Bhallaladeva's eyebrows to scrunch.

"The lady seems to be under the impression that she is being held captive and that she's been taken hostage!" Bhallaladeva turned to the other servant, interested.

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

As the servants relayed the events transpiring in the palace, Bhallaladeva's curiosity was piqued. Though he remained stoic, an undercurrent of intrigue coursed through him.

It was not merely a concern for the situation that spurred him into action; there was something else, something that drew him toward this stranger.

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

"Try to calm her, and make sure she doesn't leave."

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