Baahubali Stories

When Rocky bhai died, the KGF empire remained with no king and soon enough jackals took over the throne. Rocky became a myth, history was forgetten, and stories were re-written. However a king would never leave without a heir. If rumour was to be believed, the princess of KGF is still alive somewhere in Bombay. A responsibility Rocky has given to his confident Khasim. 15 years later, Khasim is no more. The secret princess Amira, unknown of her past lives a normal life with her sister Haseena. When Adhira's son, Rajmanaar found out about the rumour, he decided to choke it to death and sent his most trusted soldier Rajkesh to kill the sisters. Little does he know, that Rocky has a trusted soldier as well. A soldier he secretly trained to be as powerful as the king, as evil as the devil, and as mighty as the sky. His mother named him Farmaan meaning loyalty. Rocky named him Salaar, meaning leader! People call him Saitaan, meaning devil and this devil made a promise..... *Updates every Tuesday and Saturday

In the cold halls of Mahishmati, where love was a weakness and fear ruled hearts, Bhallaladeva stood alone - worshipped for his strength, but never loved for his soul. Until Shree was born. His aunt's daughter. Royal blood. Yet when her cries first echoed in the palace, he was the first to hold her - not as a prince, but as a man who, for the first time, felt something break open within him. Her tiny fingers curled around his, and she never let go. As she grew, so did his quiet devotion. She had only eyes for him. Not the warrior. Not the future king. Just him. And he? He only smiled when she was near. Her name alone could still his storm. She was light where he was shadow, softness where he had known only steel. No one ever looked at Bhalla the way she did. No one ever mattered like she did. But in a kingdom built on rules and bloodlines, love like theirs was forbidden. Still, Bhalla didn't care. He ruled for her. Burned for her. Lived only for her. Because from the moment she opened her eyes, Shree was the only one for him..

Sagas have no beginning or conclusion! They begin long before we know and continue even after they have ended. Mahishmati, a kingdom in ancient India, has witnessed the ugly face of ambition, power lust, manipulation, jealousy, crimes against humanity, a vicious cycle of deaths and vendetta for the sake of its throne. The whole kingdom has seethed and raged in this smoldering cauldron for twenty-five years. The rightful heir of the kingdom, Mahendra Baahubali returns after twenty-five years and avenges his parents and saves his motherland from the evil clutches of the tyrant, Bhallaladeva. Under the watchful eyes of Kattappa, the royal retainer of Mahishmati, the wise and enlightening counsel of the Queen Mother, Devasena, and his Royal Consort, Avanthika's constant and unwavering support, Mahendra learns the ropes of kingship and begins ruling Mahishmati. A short grace period of peace and prosperity ensue. Mahendra has become the proud father of a bright and vivacious daughter, Bhagiradhi and is eagerly awaiting the birth of his next progeny. At this point, things start going terribly wrong for this royal family and kingdom. In a world continually in flux, a world where what appears in not what is true, where the strongest of relationships are forged out of grand lies, can the siblings stay true to themselves and their inner spirit? Can the younger generation step into the shoes of their illustrious forefathers and reinstate the former glory of this once proud kingdom? Follow their journey in life as they leave their imprints on the sands of time and annals of Mahishmati's history. Note: This is the first draft of this fanfiction. A lot of things can be fine-tuned, polished and improved during the editing process. But since this is a fanfiction, I am going to leave the story in its first draft. Imperfect as it is, I am hoping the mistakes are not too distracting. Wishing all of you a happy reading!

Tara is a quiet waitress struggling to keep her head above water. She works in a bar which is a place of all gangsters. And her heart fell for one right hand, Kabir. ​Kabir is known as the "Executioner"-the Black Viper's cold-blooded right hand. He is a man built of scars and silence. He is a man made of cold steel and lethal silence, a predator who belongs to no one. Yet, every night, he finds himself drawn to the one place he shouldn't be. ​"You're shaking, Tara," he rasped, his massive, scarred body pinning her into the mattress. "Is it the cold, or is it the way I'm looking at you?" ​"It's the way you're holding me," she gasped, her fingers digging into the hard muscle of his back. "Like you're trying to break me." A story of raw obsession, where the only thing more dangerous than the city is the heat behind a locked door.

A naive girl named Smirthi has to come across a ruthless multimillionaire.

In the court of Mahishmati, beauty blooms like danger-and no throne is ever silent. Princess Devika Baahubali was born into power, raised with poise, and trained in every art of courtly charm-except patience. With a kingdom at peace and a parade of tiresome suitors at her feet, her greatest enemy has always been boredom. Until he arrives. Aditya of Neetashtra is everything Mahishmati is not: disciplined, unreadable, and far too sharp for his own good. Sent to advise the court in matters of law and reform, he brings with him no fanfare-only quiet precision, polished sarcasm, and a sword that hasn't seen blood in years. He doesn't bow too low. She doesn't look away. And when they're forced to see each other, for longer than necessary, the palace begins to whisper. Blades clash behind smiles. Petals fall between glares. And somewhere beneath all the silence and sparks, something dangerous begins to bloom. This is a work of fanfiction based on the Baahubali universe created by S.S. Rajamouli. I do not own the characters or original settings. No copyright infringement is intended, and this work is not for commercial distribution.

What if death wasn't the end, but the beginning? When Devasena breathes her last, with numerous unfulfilled dreams and unhealed wounds, it triggers a divine intervention, a time shift that promises her everything she once lost. Determined to reclaim all that is hers, she sets out on a journey to rewrite the very fate that once ruined her, with the love of her life Amarendra being her anchor. Torn between hope and guilt, starts their battle against time, destiny and everything that threatens to destroy them once more. But changing the future isn't simple. Secrets resurface, loyalties shift and love collides with vengeance. Old bonds are tested while new ones are forged. With Bhallaladeva's shadow still looming large, every choice could mean either victory; or ruin. Can love survive again when you know how it once ended? Join in this tale of second chances, burning revenge and timeless romance.

Disclaimer ⚠️ - This is a work of fiction. I'm writing this only for entertainment. I ask everyone to take it in that sense. I didn't mean to hurt anyone's personal feelings . And most of the storylines of one shots are purely out of my imagination.

I'm not a writer by any means.... But, I ship Prabhas and Anushka ( PraNushka ) a lot.... One day, while me and my dearest people - my co-pranushkians where discussing about them.. A sudden emotion struck my heart... All that was brimming inside so bad that, I thought about scribbling it down... And, this is the result of all that.... I dedicate this small piece of PraNushkian love to my fellow sisters... My dearest people... Hari, Appu, Soul and Mili..... :) And, surely, these darlings, being the cutest reason why I am here to post this! .... Thank You My dear Ladies.... You are loved from moon to back! :) PS : To all those who take time out to read, please ignore my flaws and this is something that came out of love for our PraNushka.....

The story depicts the life of Mahendra Baahubali as the king of Mahishmati and his second great journey to meet his favorite person in the world through time travel.

A feast on pranushka...

True Love has a habit of coming back!!! {Five Parts Story on Pranushka} Cover Design By: @DrabbleLove (Enchanted Graphics)

This is a fan mail to "Baahubali" Prabhas, asking him to marry Anushka <3

A story of two individuals who never.Expected to come across.Each other's path.Life makes it happen.Love finds them.Caging forever.Ramya is married to Vidyuth.Who disappears after a day of marriage.Its a ride for her.When she has to take.Decisions which make her.Part of Vivaan's life.Who happen to be Vidyuth's younger brother.Difficulties arise.Once living a beautiful life.Vivaan and Ramya are to face.Another shock.What it is.How they face hurdles.End up winning in love. *Story is completely based on.My imagination."