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TheIndianAuthoress
Ongoing, First published May 30, 2024
Mature
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"Bahu I have given my word," Rajamatha declared. "Bhallaladeva will marry Devasena."

The hall erupted in celebration.
Bahubali's heart fell.
Devasena's temper sparked.
Bhallala waited for the pride that never came.

But before fate could speak-

"Stop!"

Indhu stood up. Sweating. Panicking. Absolutely not prepared.

"Aunt... I-I'm in love with your son.
Not Bahubali.
Bhallaladeva.
I don't want him to marry Devasena.
I want... him.
Or else-
Or else I'll- I'll kill myself."

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οΌ΄ο½ˆο½… ο½”ο½ˆο½‰ο½Žο½‡ο½“ οΌ© οΌ€οΌ― οΌ¦οΌ―οΌ² οΌ΄οΌ¨οΌ₯ ＰＬＯＴ！！

Silence.
Bhallala startled.
Bahubali blinked.
Devasena froze mid-insult.
Sivagami stopped breathing.

And just like that-
Plot twisted.
And Bhallaladeva has a heart he refuses to admit exists.
And Indhu-poor reincarnated idiot Indhu-has no idea he has always watched her.

Not Bahubali.

Her.

"π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π‘ π‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘Ž β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘œ, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘“π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘£π‘–π‘™π‘™π‘Žπ‘–π‘›."
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