Bhallaladeva Stories

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..

Mahabharatha is what I always compare every story to. The ultimate epic - the story to end all stories. So I did that with Baahubali also. Every character and events. Bijjala Deva the Dhritharashtra and Shakuni equivalent of Baahubali movies. Spite, complex, cunning, hatred, deceit and evil personified. The man who is responsible for creating another evil person - Bhalla. The hatred he has for his wife is what makes the character different from Dhritharashtra. The way he manipulates Kumara Verma and Kattappa is amazing The fate he suffers is different also

Amarendra Baahubali found himself stuck between two worlds; The Earth and The Heaven. When he tried hard to find a way, he came across a pond and he heard a voice. Later, he heard voices. He then took a jump. A jump that rewrote the history. ----- Participating in a contest held by Graphic India Prompt: What if Baahubali could travel in time. Where would he go and what would he do?

Hi Friends ! 🙋🏻‍♀️ Ammu is Back!As the title suggests, this fanfiction is about the return of the great Amarendra Bahubali after 25 years and his life thereafter narrated in a humorous way! 😜😁 ⚠️Disclaimer: This is my imagination and purely for entertainment. This is in no way intended to criticize the characters or movie. Pic credits : Google images and Youtube. Cover page edit : Me ! 😁 Happy Reading ! 😁

The Princes of Mahishmati, Amarendra Baahubali, Bhallaladeva and their small troop accidentally stumble upon a mystic key that teleports them to an unknown realm and dimension of time in future. They find themselves embroiled in a bitter conflict with an evil slave trader. They have to play a deadly game and win in order to free hundreds of slaves. The price they have to pay for losing is death. Will they succeed in this battle of life and death? ************************ "Free those slaves from captivity", Amarendra Baahubali thundered. "I am terribly scared, Prince Amarendra Baahubali", sneered the evil slave trader. "Are they your brothers, sisters, uncles, or aunts? Why do you care for them?" "They are also human beings like you and me. They deserve to be free", replied the noble younger Prince of Mahishmati. "Alright. Play the game of Puli-Meka with my men....BUT WITH LIVE PAWNS", the slave trader throwing a literally impossible challenge. ************************* Note:This entry is a fanfiction story written within 500 words for the #BaahubaliTLL contest. The game mentioned in this story Puli-Meka Atta (Telugu) or Aadu-Puli Aattam (Tamil) is an ancient Indian board game where three tigers are pitted against fifteen goats. The side representing the goats has to take care to protect its goats while maneuvering the three tigers into positions from which they cannot move. The side representing the tigers can make its tiger jump over squares while killing any goat placed in between. Once a certain number of goats of the other side have been killed, it becomes difficult to rein in the tigers.

𝑩𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂...𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆.. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑯𝒊𝒎...𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏.. 𝑨𝒏 𝑰𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒅.. 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒏 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑫𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔... 𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒚.. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑯𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒘 𝑯𝒆𝒓... 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒚.. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝒀 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝒀 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑻

Love is enternal Love can overcome all obstacles Love can endure time, cycles of life Pure and fresh as ever Ajiona is a pragmatical girl with a good head on her shoulders that is not easily turned by frivolous things. She takes care of her child-like mother, Diane, and spar with her uncle Jason in his dojo and plays ping-pong with her friend Juliana. She seems content with her life until she decides to take a gap year and goes touring south India with her friend and they arrive in the city of Mahishmathi. A small city with a glorious past. After a local festival, she encounters the Hindu God Shiva and he promises her her heart's desire. Adventure. So she is sent back 2500 years to the past, to fulfil a purpose that will stop Mahishmathi from toppling into ruin. Ajiona is enchanted by ancient Mahishmathi but all is not as it seems. With conniving courtiers and a civil war brewing and sneaky handsome princes. It is certain that this is an adventure that will resonate throughout history...

"In my gentle grasp, you, Baahubali reside, safe within my hands. Katappa mama, ever faithful, by your side, watching over you. Brother Bhalla's laugh, echoes in the air, bringing joy to fill your dreams. Sleep, Baahubali, in my embrace, find solace, Dreams of gold await " Regret of a mother

A fierce princess. Two powerful princes. One crown. Princess Nandhini arrives at Mahishmati for a sacred royal gathering, but what begins as tradition turns into destiny. Bold, kind, and sharper than any sword, she captures the hearts of both Baahubali and Bhallaladeva. As Queen Mother Sivagami watches with calculating eyes, a quiet war brews between brothers-each loving her in their own way. But Nandhini isn't here to be chosen. She's here to choose. And what she chooses... could bring peace. Or set the kingdom ablaze. A Baahubali fanfiction. Drama, betrayal, epic romance, and the making of a Queen. ( Baahubali X OC X Bhallaladeva) This is a work of fanfiction based on the Baahubali film franchise. I do not own the characters Baahubali, Bhallaladeva, Sivagami, or any other characters, settings, or lore that belong to S.S. Rajamouli, Arka Media Works, or the creators of the Baahubali universe. This work is transformative and created for non-commercial entertainment purposes only.

Bhallaladeva always lived in the shadow of his brother, Amarendra Baahubali. Unsure of himself, yet driven by ambition, he wishes to carve out his own path without interfering with his brother. He crosses paths with somebody who changes his life. In a world where kingdoms are often defined by their rulers, the story revolves around Princess Vishwaratna of Padmagarbha and Bhallaladeva, the prince of Mahishmati. An AU where Bijjaladeva is dead and Bhallaladeva grows up under the positive influence of Rajamata Shivagami and Kattappa Maama. Because not every villain is born evil.

When 22-year-old artist Geet buys an antique body-length mirror for her apartment, she expects aesthetic charm - not ancient fire. But the mirror is no ordinary heirloom. It flickers with strange light, hums with whispers of another world... and opens a portal to a time long buried: Mahishmati, on the brink of war. On the other side stands Bhallaladeva - 23, a prince carved from ambition, cruelty, and cold steel. The mirror connects their worlds, but nothing prepares them for what collides next. She thinks he's a myth. He thinks she's an apsara sent to test him. What begins as a clash of tongues - poetic jabs and barbed defiance - spirals into something deeper. He has never met a woman who dares to call him a chachundar and live. She has never met a man who terrifies and fascinates her in equal measure. Two timelines. One enchanted mirror. A slow-burn, forbidden romance between a ruthless prince and a girl who refuses to kneel. He is power incarnate. She? A fire he can't conquer.