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What happens when Sanga (Baahubali's adopted mother) have a daughter after Baahubali? What happens when she grows up in the shadows of her brother but has love full of her heart...
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*Please be aware that this chapter contains scenes that explore mature themes 18+. Reader discretion is advised.*
As the night wore on, Shiya could not sleep, her mind replaying the dream repeatedly. Every time she closed her eyes, she could feel Bhallaladeva's touch, the heat of his body pressed against hers, and the intensity of that moment when their lips collided. Also, the image of Shivudu being dead and how his corpse looked, this thought makes her feel guilty that her part of the brain is yearning for that monster's touch. It was maddening; her thoughts kept circling back to him, and a part of her—a dark, hidden part—almost wished he had gone further and taken her and shown her the things her mother had warned her about.
Her mother's words echoed in her mind, both a warning and a lesson. Sanga often spoke to Shiya about women's power, which could cause kingdoms to rise or fall and even kings to go to their knees for it. "There have been women in history," her mother had said, "who used that very power to obtain anything they desired and to bring emperors to their knees. It is a dangerous power and a tool. It can also keep your husband from straying and secure your place in his heart if correctly used."
Shiya had always listened, but she never truly understood the weight of those words until now. As she lay there, unable to shake the memory of Bhallaladeva's kiss, she wondered if she could use that power to her advantage. Bhallaladeva was a man of immense strength and ruthlessness, but he was also driven by desire—the desire for power, control, and, perhaps, for her.
Could she use that desire against him? Could she manipulate him just like he does to others? Could she make him believe that he was winning her over, only to turn the tables and secure her freedom and others? The thought was both thrilling and terrifying. If she succeeded, she could escape this nightmare, but if she failed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Shiya's heart raced as she considered the possibilities. She would need to tread carefully to play the submissive captive while slowly weaving a web around Bhallaladeva. It would require every ounce of her strength, cunning, and resolve.
But what choice did she have? If she didn't act, she would remain a prisoner at the mercy of a man who could destroy her in more ways than one.
As the moon glows, Shiya makes up her mind. She will play this dangerous game, using the very power her mother had spoken of. She will become the woman who could bring a man of power to his knees if that's what it takes to reclaim her life and freedom.
She called for Bangara Amma, who arrived promptly, her expression curious yet respectful.
"Yes, Dear", Bangara Amma replied to Shiya.
Shiya licked her lips as she requested what she needed. "Please bring me the best saree you ever have", knowing that Bhallaladeva had given orders for her to be granted anything she asked for—except for her freedom. Bangara Amma hesitated only briefly before nodding and leaving to fulfil the request.
