The King Who Never Came Home: A Tribute to Baahubali 2
On this anniversary of Baahubali 2: The Conclusion, I bring this one-shot for Amarendra Baahubali's life away from the palace I’ve spent these last few days living in Amarendra Baahubali’s POV, and it has broken my heart in ways I didn't expect.
We all know the legend, but I wanted to explore the man—the husband who spent his last hours making Devasena laugh with silly palace stories just to distract her from the pain of labour.
The hardest part to write was his departure. He kissed Devasena’s forehead, promised to bring Kattappa back safely, and rode out into the rain.
He didn't know he was riding toward a blade held by his mentor.
He didn't know his brother would deny him even the dignity of a warrior's funeral.
He didn't know that the "little lion" would grow up never knowing the warmth of his father’s hand.
It’s a tragedy that haunts me. He died in the dark, in the mud, betrayed by everyone he loved, yet his final thoughts were likely of the jasmine in Devasena’s hair.
Check out my this one shot and tell me how is it
How did you feel during his final scene? Let’s cry together in the comments.
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