A Call From The PAST ( Completed )

The tale of BAHUSENA...

Meanwhile Sivagami heard the sound of opening the door. She woke up suddenly and went to look. She saw Indu and Rishi starring at the portrait of Bahubali and Devasena, in the old royal court, behind the Simhasan.

Rishi and Indu found Sivagami standing there, and just then the whole family also arrived to check on the sound.

How is this possible.... Indu and Rishi's  portrait here.... I had not ever seen this before.

Mahendra said to himself, in a sound which can be heard to the whole people around.

Its not us, It is the portraits of Bahubali and Devasena...

Rishi's voice was heard by the whole group with astonishment. Then Indu said to Sivagmi..

And how these two is connected to us is the question.... and its answer can only be given by Sivagami Devi...

Indu was not angry or said. She had a different feeling in these words..
Sivagmi felt the same boldness as Devasena in her words.

I will tell you, I will tell you the story of my children... the story of BAHUSENA.

At the time of British force started to conqure India, my father was forced to conduct my marriage with Maharaj Virendra Sigh, the emperor of Mahishmathi, inorder to save of small kingdom from British hands.

He was a gentle, and lovable human being. I was just 17 at that time and Maharaj 25. He looked after me like a small child. Every people in the kingdom was his family. We lived happily.
After one year of our marriage, I was pregnent. I wanted a son, as he can become the future king. But Maharaj wanted a girl. He wanted to make a great warrior and a ruler.
Kattappa and Bhairava, two brothers, whose whole clan was devoted to the king and kingdom. Kattapa was always there to protect me as a brother and Bhairava was fully devoted to Maharaj.
Maharaj had an elder brother Pingaladeva, who was denied the crown due to his handicapped mind. He was very cruel and selfish, which I came to know very late.

One fine day, British attacked our kingdom suddenly, but our kingdom was blessed with brave soldiers and fought aganist them and won. But Maharaj was injured badly and Bhairava sacrifieced his life. His wife, best friend of mine, was also pregnent. Hearing her love's death she broke up and died during her delivery, the same day. Her son was now my responsibility.
We adopted him as our son and named him Amarendra Bahubali.