The Villain's Muse - Bhallaldeva x OC (Baahubali Fanfic) | ✔
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What if Devasena had a hidden twin?
What if the baby who never cried was seen as a bad omen? A sign of destruction in the future?
What if that baby was left alone on the forest floor, meant to be devoured by wild animals?
But fate had other plans.
The mountain people, who never left their land, happened to cross that path at the right time. They found the infant and took her into their arms and into their hearts. She was raised as the daughter of the mountain tribe's leader in a world far from the kingdoms of men. They named her Valli, after their goddess who married the god of war, Murugan.
Blessed with a brilliant mind, she was taken under the wing of Rishi Vamadevananda. He taught her archery, swordplay, poetry, and the sacred texts. Though she never liked to fight, she learned to protect herself. Her true passion was poetry.
Her people were known for their fine and rare silks. Though they never mingled with the outside world, their silks travelled across kingdoms. Valli, the lover of art, helped craft the finest fabrics and added her own touch: a secret verse embroidered on each piece.
One of her silks, stitched with her soul, found its way to a palace. And it touched the heart of a man the world feared.
Bhalladeva, Prince of Mahismati, who craved only power, was drawn to her words. For the first time, his heart listened. And the man the world feared began to smile, just for her. In front of her, nothing else mattered. The heart wants what it wants.
What happens when the hidden twin steps into the light? When a forbidden romance is caught in the fire?
Can the villain protect his love? His muse, his soul, his desire-his everything?
The Villain's Muse
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