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nithr · 4 years

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I got you brother

Summary:'As it continues, as baahu's screams echo hauntingly through the chamber the musical quality to that cry disappears. As baahu tries to smile at him through tears , his glee disappears. As his father's laugh suppresses baahu's cries, his loyalty, that he always thought will be steadfast cracks.'

One moment of curiosity changes the history forever.

Notes:What would happen if bhalla and baahu were real brothers at heart. That's my plot and I am going to include the canon events that changes due to this. Just proof read it once so ignore any mistakes please. Enjoy

Bhalla knew that he should stop pacing. It is unseemly for a prince to be seen out of control, his father said. It was all because of that stupid, idiot, bastartd, son of a bitch baahu's fault. He didn't know what the last two meant but his father said those about baahu so it must be true. His mother loved baahu, even more that her own son, him, but it was his father who supported him, talked about him to his mother against baahu, who always stood by his side. The only job his father had given him was to beat baahu, to show him that bijalladeva's son was superior than any other person and he couldn't even do that. Baahu had to have cheated, because no one could have hit a target that far with the arrow without cheating. Bhalla had lost again, and worse, his father had been there watching. The way his father's smile had turned sour bhalla knew that today was going to get worse for him. He knew the routine by now, as soon as dinner got over he had to go to father's room for his punishment. Just thinking about those belts made him shiver. He wished just for a moment he was in baahu's place where he got to go with kattapa and just have fun. But no, he shouldn't think like that, kattapa was a slave not a family member, so he shouldn't talk to him or give him hugs even though kattapa gave the best hugs in the kingdom save for baahu. But hugs were for wussies and he was a big boy now. He was the future king of Mahismathi and he should face his punishments like a man not cower. And he definitely shouldn't cry. He stubbornly tried to will the tears of anger, it was definitely anger, away.

'Boo' the sudden shout made him jump with a dignified cry. Laughter sounded behind him while he tried to catch his breath. He turned towards it in fury knowing who he was going to see there. Baahu was laughing so hard with tears running down his face and a hand on the pillar to support him.

'Baahu, how many times do I tell you not to do that. You are acting so childish wait till amma hears about this. You are so dead.'

'You are eight years old bhalla, still a child, and what are you going to say to amma, that you cried like a two year old?' And it was said with a smirk that bhalla would love to punch it right out of his face.

'Go away baahu, go play with those slaves, I have more important things to do than talk to you'

Baahu's face hardened. He was usually a cheerful boy but if you ever say something about that idiot kattapa he suddenly turns into a scary person. Bhalla was not afraid of baahu, but after that one time baahu had chased him into the top of a tree after he had insulted kattapa, he usually kept out of baahu's reach if he ever was angry.

'Stop that, I told you before, kattapa is family and the others are our people. Dont insult them'

The or else was left unsaid. Baahu was the scariest when he was defending others. He was so done with this conversation, giving baahu the most filthiest scowl he could manage, he did learn from the best, he turned away sharply neatly side stepping baahu without managing to stumble, which was a first so yay him, he strode gracefully to his father's chambers.

'Bhalla ! Bhalla! Stop. Dont run' came the voice of baahu who had seemed to have followed him.

'Princes dont run you idiot! I'm walking gracefully. Open your eyes wide and see'

'Ok your royal pratness. You dont run. But will you stop for a moment'

'No I wont. Father expects me in his chambers. So go away'

He hoped baahu didnt hear the waver in his voice.

The steps which had been following him till now stopped.

He pushed away the disappointment that rose in him. Everyone knew better than to interfere in his fathers' matters, baahu included. Raising his chin high and clenching his fists tight to stop them from trembling, he strode forward to his fathers room.

He should stop crying, he knew, but the most frustrating thing was he just couldn't control it. He was used to it, the screaming, blaming, the insults, even the beating and whipping but it still hurt. The pain lasted for days, but even after the bruises faded the pain still lingered, like a ghost haunting his heart. Father was always so careful, taking care not to leave any bruises anywhere visible that couldn't be covered with his clothes.

A slap to his face made him focus on his father, rousing him from his thoughts while his father had been ranting.

'You wont even listen to me while I am talking. See this is why that useless bastard is able to beat you at every thing. You have shamed me, disappointed me bhalla. Again and again, I've had my expectations on you and you've failed me. You deserve a punishment bhalla. Remember this the next time you are going against that baahubali. Remember to win'

Saying that his father turned to take the whip hanging on the wall. He expected a beating today but the whip… he didnt. The fear that gripped him at the sight of that thing, nothing could ever evoke such an reaction out of him, he was sure.

He loved his father, he really did, but the times he had to be alone with his father and his whip, he wondered if the satan he heard of in the stories looked like his father.

The first hit threw him off balance throwing him on to the floor. A pained cry that he hoped to keep from leaving escaped his lips. He knew the result of making noise during the punishments. As expected the next hit came with much more force than usual. More than the pain from the hits it was the jeering and taunts from his father that made him want to cry. It made him think of running away from home and never coming back again. But this was his father and he does this for bhalla's own good, he has to remind himself of it regularly.

A sudden noise beyond the doors stops his father and makes him put down the whip. The momentary respite comes crashing down when the doors open and baahu enters the room. He sees baahu looking around the room and stopping on him. Sees him examining the wounds and the whip, and watch his face turn to an expression of horror.

'Uncle what have you done???'

Bhalla wants to erase the whole night from his mind. To be seen in such a state by his nemesis, is the utmost humiliation he could ever experience.

It seems baahu wasnt done with expressing his displeasure, after giving his father one of his filthiest looks, baahu rushes to him to help him stand up. Well his father wouldn't have that would he. Rushing, his father grabs hold of baahu and pulls him away from bhalla.

'See here you little scoundrel, this here is my son and what I do with him is none of your business. And if you want to go complain to your precious rajamatha know this, a father has any right to punish his son for shaming the family name'

And baahu does not leave it well alone . Giving a furious little huff he asks.

'And what has bhalla done to shame the family name uncle?'

'He has lost to you, didn't he ?'

And that seems to have shut up baahu. The lost expression on his face was one bhalla would have treasured if it had been present in any circumstance other than this.

Leaving baahu alone his father rounds up on him. Bhalla sees his hands move towards the whip and the words escape from him unbidden.

'Appa no! Not in front of him'

And that seemes to have angered him more if the speed with which the whip strikes him hard.

'STOP IT. STOP IT'

Comes from baahu. Bhalla wants to curse everything bad in this world upon him. Didnt baahu know that it was him, bhalla that has to experience the worsening of the punishments due to his interference.

'Stop it uncle please. It's your own son. And bhalla didnt do anything wrong . please'

There appears a sinister smile in his fathers face as he slowly approaches baahu.

'If it isn't my son's mistake then is it yours baahubali?'

The last word is spat out as his father raises a hand and clenches baahu's chin to meet his eyes.

He sees the turmoil in baahu's face as he battles what to answer. He also sees the resolve forming, for what , he has no idea.

'Yes. Yes it is my fault that I won and bhalla lost.'

The shock that that courses through him is combined with elation. Bhalla may know that that statement was factually false but to hear it from baahu's own mouth no less, it's a red letter day for him.

His father is many things and an opportunist is one of the most important ones.

With glee in his face and laughter accompanying his words his father orders baahu to strip. Bhalla is not given permission to move from his original position and he knows better than to move. So he watches from the centre of the room to where baahu is made to kneel before him, as if an offering to a goddess. The thing was even now baahu has him bet. The fear he knows that ought to come never shows on his face. Baahu just smiles at him as if in a soothing way that just irritates him more. He knows that smile is going to be wiped of that face very fast and he just cant wait for it. Let him experience what bhalla experiences every day and then let's see who is more greater.

The first strike forces an anguished cry from baahu's lips and that is more beautiful that any of Amma's lullabies. Bhalla knows that if he looks into a mirror right now that it'll resemble that of his father's. And he is mostly ok with that.

And then the next hit comes bringing forth more of the cries of hurt.

And then the next.

The next.

As it continues, as baahu's screams echo hauntingly through the chamber the musical quality to that cry disappears.

As baahu tries to smile at him through tears , his glee disappears.

As his father's laugh suppresses baahu's cries, his loyalty, that he always thought will be steadfast cracks.

And he doesnt know what to even think anymore. As baahu gets hurt in his place and even then trying to comfort him, bhalla's beliefs breaks. He knows it's only baahu, his arch nemesis but still, when baahu cries his heart hurts, and he doesnt know why. He doesnt want to hurt, he wants to rejoice. But watching baahu more than anything he feels a sense of comradeship that he hasn't ever felt in his life.

*****

It is after his father has drunk himself into a stupor. Passed out at the bed bijjaladeva doesn't notice two small figures quietly scurrying away from the room. Bhalla leads them both away from the room, supporting baahu as they escape.

Bhalla doesn't know what came over him. He must have lost his mind, because as soon as his father passed out, he rushed to baahu and spirits him away.

They reach bhallas chambers and bhalla leads baahu to the bed and goes to fetch the salve for bruises. Sitting beside him on the bed bhalla gives him the salve and fixes him with a look.

Baahu doesnt notice it at first , busy trying to reach places to apply the salve. But as soon as he notices it he gives a questioning look back.

' What?? Why are you looking at me like that?'

'You are asking me why I'm looking at you like you are a lunatic. Wht were you thinking you idiot. Why would you do something like that?'

Bhalla knows his voice has risen with every word but he has stopped caring at this point. If he doesnt get the truth now it is he who feels like will go mad.

Baahu doesnt stop his methodical application of the salve and as eons drag by bhallas hands itch to wrap around baahu's throat.

'What else should I have done. You are my brother. Bhalla, what else should I have done?'

As bhalla stares at baahu , who holds his gaze as if trying to implant that piece of knowledge into his mind with his will power alone, he feels free.

It is liberating, to know that there is one person there who will always have your back. So he smiles, a small one that shows how grateful he is to have a brother and watches baahu smile back.

He knows that this moment is important. A change that may affect their future paths altogether.

@carminavulcana @mayavanavihariniharini @ruminationsofaraven @thelonewolfwrites

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#baahubali #devasena #bhalla #baahubali x devasena #brothers #brotherly love

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nithr · 4 years

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Revelations

Summary: Post ep 4x08 It Takes a Pillage , What is the reaction of johnny to learning that d'avin didn't leave voluntarily. The look into the love between the two brothers that I wanted but didn't get.

He knew hiding in the lower parts of the ship was absolutely useless. Either dutch or d'avin would find him in no time, would probably be dutch, but after the things he learned that day he wanted some space to think things through. His life was built upon some absolute truths and if one of them was wrong then how many else would change making him lose his foundation.

The sound of the door opening made him reappear from his thoughts. Looking back he found it was dutch that had found him. D'avin may be his brother but dutch was his best friend. It was probably for the best that dutch came , she was the only thing now that he trusted absolutely.

Dutch didn't speak, she just came towards him and sat down near him such that if he wanted to he could touch her. She gave him space that he himself would give her. He continued working on Lucy not turning towards dutch, but she waited patiently. After what appeared to be minutes or an hour he didn't know, he put down the tools he was holding and just leaned into her. Her hands came around him and he found himself encircled by her. Slowly the tension he had been unaware he carried , loosened from him.

'I know meeting your father would have been bad. But I'm here , d'avin is here , talk to me johnny ,are you ok?'

She asked it as if he could say what was in his mind in one word. But it was dutch , if he cant tell it to her he might as well bury his thoughts and carry it to the grave.

'You know dutch , for approximately half my life I've loved d'avin, but the other half , I absolutely hated him. He left me you know , left me in that sad excuse of a planet with a sick mother and an absent father. That day that I learnt he left is still the worst day of my life. I was so angry , so bitter that it festered and festered until it became something ugly inside of me . I loved him but I also hated him. It made me bitter and petty you know. If only he had asked me , if he had asked me to come with him I would have. I used to dream , that d'avin would come back and took my mom and me away from there , away from my father. I used to dream but not for a very long time .

The first time he came here , with us I saw how much you both clicked and how much you liked him and I was jealous. He was was the one who ran off and when I try to form a life for myself he comes back and tries to destroy it anyway. '

Dutch who had until that point been silent opened her mouth as if to protest.

' No let me speak dutch. If I stop I dont know if I can start again. Things are different now but it wasn't then. The bitterness that I felt for him grew. And when d'avin was off the team , I knew you were hurt , I was too, but a small part of me was happy. What kind of brother, a friend am I to feel such things'

'Johnny no, its human to feel those things and I would have been the same too and you know it'

He knew dutch wouldn't keep her silence in some parts. Snorting a little he held her hand a bit tighter to make her quiet again.

'I know Dutch but that doesn't make me feel better.

D'avin had gone through terrible things in his life and sometimes I think that those would not have happened if he hadn't left . But at the same time I wouldn't have met you , so I go round and round with that thought in my head.'

He became silent, lost in the thoughts running through his head .

A had touched his face making him pay attention.

'What happened today johnny?' She asked.

And wasnt that the big question of the day.

'I learnt that I was a naive foolish little boy that was ungrateful. Did you know that our father used to praise us in the outside world and spit on us in our own home. Nothing that we did was enough. Our mom tried her best but well she had herself to take care of and then the disease happened. She wasn't spared even then . But d'avin , he tried . He turned all of our fathers attention on him so that my mother and I could be spared. It didn't always work but he used to get double the beatings for interfearing . He never complained, he would take care of us first and then him at last. It became a regular for us, to be seen with bruises. '

He knew that she had suspected of what happened to him in his Childhood but it was the first time he confirmed it. Turning to see her he found that she was already staring at him . Suddenly closing the space between them she hugged him tightly as if afraid of letting go. He closed his eyes and focused on the feel of her in his arms.

'He didn't leave dutch , he didn't. It was my father who gave him the ultimatum, jail or the military. And you want to know how that situation came to be , it was because he defended me, he lost his carefully restrained control and gave back. And all that happened to him, in the military and now, it all comes back to me doesnt it . No dont argue. Please dont . '

Seeing dutch sit back with a defiant look in her eyes he knew she definitely would argue after he finished made him chuckle a bit.

'Half my life I've been angry with him and now I dont know what to do. Do you know what I said to him when I learnt all this. I said thank you , just a thank you. He sacrificed his life for me and I just kept on reminding him that he left . He didn't even correct me. Just kept on accepting that I have a bad opinion of him. The things I've said to him, again and again , shit dutch , what do I do?' his voice was becoming hysterical at the end.

As involved as he was in what he was saying he didn't notice movement by the opened door, but dutch did. Knowing that there was only one person that could be she came to a decision.

'Jonny you can't take back any of the things you said and d'avin can't go back and inform you of all that had happened. It wasn't only on you, you know that right?'

She could see him shaking his head and she huffed out exasperatedly. She didn't know what she was going to do with these two.

' Ok enough is enough. You have moped enough for a life time . Come on sit straight and look at me. Dont look so confused johnny doesnt suit you. Now imagine that I am d'avin. And tell me everything that you want to tell him and couldn't. Come on try it '

She could see him roll his eyes but sit straighter. Letting him off to collect his thoughts her eyes wandered to the door and she could still see the shadow of him near it. Confirmed that he was there she turned to johnny again. He had his eyes closed but within a few moments opened them and stared at her.

' I'm sorry d'avin, im so sorry for all the times I've insuated that you ran away, for all the times you had to keep quiet , for all the times I was the reason you had to hurt , for all the times I've made you feel unwelcome. I'm sorry big brother, I'm sorry .

And thank you for all the times you've stayed , for all the times you've smiled inspite of the hurt I've caused, for all the times you spared me from getting hurt the same way you were. Thank you for loving me even when I didn't show it. Because yes, I love you d'avin, even when I was angry at you , I've loved you, I'm sorry d'avin, I'm sorry'

He had started to cry half way through his speech and now in the gentle hold of his best friend he threw caution to wind and let himself feel for all the lost time .

He didn't see the shadow that was beyond the door slump down , clutching the alcohol bottle he had brought with him as if it was his life line. He didn't see the tears that ran down that face or the happiest smile that bloomed, he didn't see his big brother mouth back ' I love you too johnny' to him.

He didn't need to. These three , they will be ok . As Blood brothers , best friends , lovers they will be ok.

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nithr · 4 years

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The second part is up too

Happiness begins

A Second Chance

Summary: 'Who are you?' He wanted to know, know every single thing about her, things that one shouldn't want to know about a person who holds a gun on them. A second chance at love for the ones that were robbed of it.

It had been days since he had had a good nights sleep free from dreams. He didn't know why but since his childhood he had dreams that had followed the same theme. A world full of fantasy, honour and war. In his childhood those dreams seemed like an entry into the unknown, a world full of wonders and action that a little boy thoroughly enjoyed and embraced. But as he had grown older, had gotten better at understanding the world around himself , the dreams changed, their meanings changed. Cheerful laughter and abundance of love that shone through the dreams changed. The first time he experienced a life leaving its body through his own hands, he was fourteen. Waking up screaming he had thoroughly frightened his parents. Chalking it up to nightmares didn't seem to work in their household because once is a chance, twice is a coincidence but repeatedly for past how many ever years that he had started speaking from, explaining to his parents a world from history books that they attributed to his imagination, that had frightened them. A slew of doctors came and went, medicines consumed but the dreams didn't seem to stop. He stopped taking those medicines when he had accidentally overdosed due to him being delirious with not having slept in three days. It was a great fight with his parents but slowly he had them accept that those medicines were not improving him at all. Turning to yoga and meditation brought him a sense of calm but those dreams, those dreams where he was an royal, the feeling of a sword slicing the air around him, an all encompassing feeling of motherly love and devotion , the feeling of complete content and happiness as if he had found his soulmate, they never left and to tell the truth , he would rather have them along with sleepless nights with nightmares than do without them.

Inspite of all this he had an loving childhood, and a promising career. His family owns the prestigious Mahismathi Industries, a pioneer in the field of technology. Being the only heir apparent of MI , his life and future is set. But the thirst of knowledge and the fire to prove that he deserves the position made him an overachiever in his studies and in the work he started doing for MI. His parents seem to be happy that he is thriving despite his struggles in mental health and that has lead to what is now a big problem for him. Marriage. The thing he totally despises. Don't get him wrong he has no qualms about love, and he had gone on dates and had a few one night stands. But marriage is different. It's a partnership more than anything else. What was he to say to his future wife, that he has recurring dreams and nightmares and that he'll wake up screaming somedays, babble in a strange language on others, sometimes wake up kicking and punching so would you please learn some self defense or sorry we cant sleep in the same bed. Or should he say I'll try to love you but sorry I think I can't because I already love someone, oh it's just someone I dream of regularly, and no she's not real, yes I'm pretty sure, no I would not like an admittance to a mental hospital thanks. He would be really glad when this marriage talk comes to an end.

He prays for this recent bout of sleeplessness to end , he is getting sick of his own growchiness. Hearing his alarm blare out he groans and covers himself with his sheets willing the world to just disappear away. A few minutes later hearing the second alarm go off he huffs before throwing away his sheets and stumbles to the bathroom. He considers calling in sick for a few moments after he sees his reflection in the mirror, he really looks like a zombie, but then he curses himself for his very own good work ethics. Besides the vultures at the company would swoop in at just a peak of a mistake to point and complain. It was getting ridiculous, he was only in a mid management position now, both him and his parents agreeing that he should start low at the food chain, getting an experience at different levels in the company. But some people at the board still try to sabotage him at every turn. The thing was they knew his place at the top is cemented but they still try at every chance they get. He could even appreciate the ones that go about it in a clever way, because they could be useful for him in the long term but those stupid ones, he just doesn't know what to do about them.

Cursing the board members mentally, he got ready and hurried out of his house hoping he won't be late. Just as he was about to start the car his cellphone went off. Seeing that it was his mother calling and wondering she would at this time of the day he answered the call,

'Amma, good morning, why are you calling this early, any problem?' He inquired.

'Amar, good morning my son, did you sleep well'

'Ya ma, got some sleep , what's the matter , is everything ok?' It wasnt like his mother to call him in the early hours of the day. This call was making him a bit worried.

'Yes, good, everything is fine, don't worry and stop being a pessimist '

'Tell that to my mother who calls early in the morning to a son who she's going to see probably in an hour or so' he countered back.

'Stop sassing me, lord knows I get enough of that from your father and stop chuckling, like father like son', He tries vainly to cover his laughs. Like father, as if, he hasn't seen anyone in his life actually verbally spar with his mother and come out unscathed.

'Ok ok sorry, I'm stopping so why did you call' If he doesn't stop his mother now he would still be getting told off an hour from now.

'Oh that, I just wanted to ask you to collect a package from Ragupathy uncle on the way. Its the family heirloom from Andhra that got lost and was got back in an auction, uncle has it and he said he would deliver it personally, but it seems he has an urgent business meeting coming up and wont be able to come by so he asked me to send you by to pick it up'

'Cant you ask someone else ma, I'm getting pretty late, and if it really has to be me I can even pick it up in the evening' he tries.

'Amarnath, didn't I already say your uncle is going away on a business trip , and no I cant send anyone else because it's a family heirloom and it costs twenty two millions. And how many times do I have to say you are the boss of MI and you are allowed to be late sometimes. '

'Cool down cool down, dont get tensed, your blood pressure is already high, I'll go ok, and i really shouldn't be late even when I'm the boss' This was an age old argument in their home and today wasnt the day that it was going to be resolved.

'Really cant change you dear, but that is also why you are the heir to MI and your cousin Balla is not'

'Dont you get started on him now amma, and got to go now if I'm getting your package too along the way '

'Dont grumble too much will you, doesn't suit you'

'Ok amma got to go bye'

'Hmm , drive safely dear , bye'.

Ending the call with his mother , he started the car and turned it towards his uncle's home. Arriving in under twenty minutes, he rushed to the door and rang the bell. The door opened to reveal panja aunty a maid in his uncles home who welcomed him warmly. Asking for his uncle he was directed to the study in the upper floor. Knocking on the door and entering he found his uncle rushing around trying to fit as many things as he could in the bag of his.

'Amarnath, thank you my son for coming so quickly , I really didn't know who to trust with such an important piece of item. Thank God you're here'

'Its no problem uncle, mom said you have an antique piece for her?'he ended it as a question, trying not to let his frustrations show about how late it was getting.

Giving a confirmation his uncle went to the safe in the corner and brought an ornately carved box about the size of a shoe box.

'Take great care of this Amar, this thing does not only contain our family's money but also our history and legacy. Be careful will you?'

'I'll be careful uncle, it's already 7 isn't your flight at 7.30'

'Yes , yes I'll go , dont want to make you late' his uncle finished with a laugh. His entire family knew what a workaholic he was and took great pleasure in teasing him at any given chance.

Seeing his uncle off , he secured the package carefully in the trunk so that it wont jolst too much on the drive and started the car. It was a solid hour travel to his office from his uncle's home and he wanted to shave off whatever minutes he could so he took the smaller streets that wound through the city rather than the highway.

Later he would wish he had paid more attention to the road and to the car that was tailing him rather than speeding. But it had brought him to her and he wouldn't want it any other way.

It was halfway through, on a stretch of road that had sporadically placed houses and rather bare in terms of human activity that it happened. It wasn't that he wasn't paying attention to the road but when he noticed a man laying on the ground with his bike toppled over it was difficult to stop with the way he was speeding. He didn't think he had hit the stranger but it really was too close for his comfort. Berating himself and lamenting the consequences for his momentary lapse in judgement he hurried out of the car to check on the stranger.

It really had been a close call, he observed, if he had been even a second late in applying the breaks , the man would have died and he would have become a murderer. Walking over to the man on the ground he saw no evidence of bleeding , which was good. Crouching down , he laid his fingers to the man's neck to check for his pulse. Noticing that he had a good , strong pulse, he started to try to wake the man. With no amount of him trying getting any results, he decided to call the ambulance.

As concerned with the stranger as he was, he hadn't heard the scuffles coming from behind his car. But a strange loud thud from the near vicinity of his car startled him from his position. More wary now than he had been before , he tried to get up and check what the noise had been about. But before he could even stand fully, he was grabbed by the ankles and pushed to the ground. With his winds knocked out and reasonably confused he saw the man on the ground get up grinning. With a dawning sense of realisation coming upon him he turned his attention to the car to see four men with clothes tied over their faces trying to force open the trunk. He realised It had been a ploy to get him off the car.

It took him longer than he would be willing to admit, to get sense of the situation. Three by the car, forcefully trying to open the trunk, and an another who had tricked him, who now that he focused was swinging his leg back to deliver a kick. The kick landed hard on his abdomen knocking his breath out. Pain for many would cloud their senses but for him it sharpend them. When the next kick contacted with his abdomen he held on to the leg and pulled. Bringing down his assailant he crouched on the top of him and delivered a swift punch to his face. With the following two more the man was knocked out cold. Suddenly hands grappled on the back of his shirt pulling him away from the man. Allowing his weight to freefall on the assailant he got away from the hold and faced his three opponents. Breathing in and out and centering his mind he got into a battle stance.

In his childhood while other children opted for sports or games Amar was always fascinated by martial arts. After much cajoling to his parents he joined them, and never looked back. Fighting came easy to him, he raised through the ranks and joined even more different types of martial arts classes. It gave him peace and happiness that couldn't be found in his life plenty. So this situation of him facing three goons that seemed to be amateurs at best did not panic him as it would any other. They came at him from all sides, trying to overpower him , but he side steps and fights. The fight finishes in mere minutes. Panting heavily he carefully notes what he could about these thugs. From the way they way laid him and opened his car without any power tools he could tell they were well accomplished thieves, but their fighting left a lot to be desired. They weren't fighters , just thieves, good ones but just thieves .

A sudden feeling of a cold hardness pressed against his skull brought him up from his thoughts. With the realisation dawning on him he scolded himself for not checking up on the other thug he knocked out at the start. The gun pressed against him trembled making him more nervous that that idiot would shoot him without even meaning to. Seeing that he had not been shot at already he tried talking to the man who had his life in his hands. 'Listen buddy, there's no need for weapons here. Lower your gun and I'll let you guys go without even letting the police involved. But if you shoot and then got caught it would be life sentence for you. Your whole life would be behing the bars. Think that through. Put your gun away and I'll let you take your guys away. '

The gun pressing even harder against his head made him stop . The hand that was trembling till now steadied. The gun pressed firmly against the back of his head steadied. The click of the guns safety rang across the empty road sounding to him as if it was the conch sounding at his funeral. The safety had been on before , he could have tried to escape but there was no use lamenting about things that could have been. He knew in a few moments he would be no more. As many say, his whole life did not flash before his eyes , but his dreams did. Times he was happy and content in his dreams came to the forefront of his mind. He could totally ignore the gun behind him and he could go out with thoughts that made him smile. More than the fear of death , the wait for when the bullet will tear through him was what scared him. In the silence that made even death noisy , he heard the creak of the trigger being pressed. Then the shot rang through.

The pain he expected was not there, nor was the feeling of either heaven or hell. Slowly opening his eyes which he seemed to have closed , he turned around to see what the hell had happened. There on the ground laid the man who had held a gun to his head , with a bleeding shoulder. The gun laid on the ground and was now being picked up. Following the hand he saw the other held a gun too which seemed to be the source of the shot that he heard. Moving his eyes upwards he stopped short. Because there with guns in her hands, in a plain shirt and pants was the girl he was intimately familiar with. Eyes sharp as razors, beautiful red lips turned into a scowl, a face that shone even when it screamed murderous intent, she was there, every inch a perfect copy of the dreams that he had.

'Deva' his mind whispered, 'Deva'.

He wanted to pinch himself awake but he knew that this was real because even in his dreams he could never get the magnetism that shone off her eyes right, that was being directed at him. He didn't even mind the gun that was now pointed at him, again.

'Who are you , what the hell happend here ' she asked with a voice filled with authority. He found himself smiling hearing her voice. It was just as enchanting as he had always imagined it to be. 'What are you smiling for' she asked again with more force now. His smile had infuriated her.

'Who are you?' He wanted to know, know every single thing about her, things that one shouldn't want to know about a person who holds a gun on them.

'Devika Rajendran , deputy inspector of police , now give me your name or be ready to be dragged off to jail' she stated with a raised eyebrow and a relaxed stance. The confidence that she carried with her, it sent shivers down his spine making him want to needle her so much more, so that he could watch the way she got wound up and let go.

''Amarnath Chandran, software engineer at Mahismathi Industries ' he replied , holding back his true position at MI. He wanted her to look at him as if he was just any other normal guy, not the heir to a multibillion dollar company. It was experience that had him introducing himself as an IT guy rather than his true self. But looking at her he somehow doubted that she would bend down or simper at him. And it was that which made her even more attractive in his eyes.

'Well Mister Amarnath' he cut her off before she could finish the sentence,' its Amar, call me Amar'

If possible she looked even more less impressed by that statement. 'Mister Amarnath, I have to ask you , why was this guy pointing a gun at you' a hint of coldness seeped into her tone.

'I have no idea who these people are , they hijacked my car and tried to steal the antique that i had in my trunk, and trust me no way am i involved in any shady business Devika' and seeing the expression on her face become frostier he hastily added 'Maam, Devika Maam'.

'Cut off the name calling and show me your ID' she neared him and held out her hands.

He didn't know what was going through his mind. It probably was "she's here, she's real" and not "let's go to jail today". His response should have been "sure, let me get it from my car" and not what he said.

'I dont have it on my person at this moment but I could bring it to you by noon today. Your office is at the city headquarters isn't it'

If it had been him at her place , he probably would have done worse than slap the cuffs on his had and dump him in the back of the police jeep with the other thugs. He didn't care much for it, but at least the view was nice, or the back of her that he could see.

It took his mother half an hour to get the news and come to the station with a lawyer to get him out, the time which he spent most enjoyably watching her in her true environment. He seemed to infuriate her, smiling wider every time she managed to catch his look and glare at him. It was good that his mother came when she did or he didn't know what she would have done to him. But as soon as his mother came her entire ire transferred to his mother. Watching both the woman verbally battle he was glad that he wasnt caught in between but he would gladly accept that and more if only she could be in his life. They were two strong women who didn't want to give each other an inch of leeway. Finally Devika stomped towards the holding cell and opened the door with such a force that nobody could mistake her anger for anything else.

But before she could leave he grabbed her wrists making her turn towards him with such an anger in her face. It made him want to go to her and pull her in a tight hug and never let her leave. But he had an apology to deliver. Letting her go he lifted his hands up in an apology.

'I'm sorry I touched you without your permission, I just wanted your attention for a second. I'm sorry that I deceived you, it's my fault. The reason for it is simple. I didn't want to be away from your company just yet. You captivate me Devika, from your confidence to your inner strength that shows just as bright as your beauty, I wanted to spend more time with you. Your strength is beautiful, you are beautiful. Will you please accept my apology as a dinner tonight. Just an apology dinner, nothing else and if you never want to see me again you dont have to'.

Seeing the anger fade away from her face, and a confused look entering in, he smiled.

'Don't need to give me an answer now, tonight 7 PM at Jonas restaurant at the city centre, I'll be waiting, and if you dont show up I'll understand ' leaving the cell he started to walk out of the room and fortunately for him his mother seemed to have left already. Stopping midway he turned back to see her still standing in the same position. 'I don't know what you will decide tonight Devika, but either way have a good life officer'. He turned back and strode out of the room, whatever tonight may bring he was content in a way that he had never been. She may never come looking for him, but knowing that she was real, and that she lived a happy life somewhere was enough for him.

A smirk tugged at his lips, he definitely did notice the blush that stained her cheeks when she was with him.

Thank you @carminavulcana and @mayavanavihariniharini for welcoming me into this wonderful fandom.

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Happiness Begins

Notes: Continuation to my story A Second Chance. Can be read without reading it too.

Summary: He was behind the bars facing her again. It made him truly anxious to know how this situation of theirs was going to end.

1 YEAR LATER

He noticed her entering her office from behind the bars. It had been a whole year and yet he still found himself just as captivated by her as he had been then. She seemed to be ignoring him, settling at her desks and moving the papers on it here and there. But he could see the peeks she took of him from the corner of her eyes.

'Aren't you going to read me my list of crimes Madam and the punishments that I am going to receive?' He finished with a leer aimed at her. When she turns towards him he could see the anger lingering on her stoic face. Pushing the chair away she walks towards the holding cell containing him. Hands settling on the bars, miming his and bringing her face closer towards him, she wispers.

'Tell me Mister Amarnath, the great CEO of the Mahismathi Industries, do you know what you have done? How much shame and ridicule you are going to get. The things that the press will say about the recently appointed CEO. Tell me , because frankly I dont understand '

Through out the whole thing her face remained entirely passive, showing no cracks through her mask.

'Oh! Didn't you like the song, but I dedicated it to you darling' he cried out with a mock affrontation holding his hand to his heart.

Shaking her head she brings out the keys and opens the door of the cell and turns away from him.

'Come out you! I really dont know what I am going to do with you. Parking your car in a main road and getting up on it shirtless, blasting love songs and refusing to cooperate with the police. Be glad that they knew you and brought you here. Seriously Amar what were you…'

Turning towards him, she suddenly stops whatever she was going to say. Because in front of her, in the holding cell shirtless is Amar bent on one knee holding a black box with one hand. One of her hands automatically goes to cover her mouth , helping her keep her silence. He has a beautiful smile on his face, the same she saw on him one year ago and remains the same till now, appearing whenever he sees her.

'Devika, this is where our story started one year ago where I deceived you and took the chance to go to jail just so that I could be with you a little longer. You were so bright, beautiful, strong and fierce then and you are still the same and much more now. I clearly see you my love , your strength, your kindness even your anger, I accept that and every thing else of yours just as you have accepted me fully. There have been many ups and downs this year and we have been through it all together, even when we fought. I know it is going to be rough sometimes but I know I can get through it, we can get through it together. I look forward towards all our best moments that are yet to come just as I look towards our fights because I have belief in us. I trust you, love and I trust in us. So a year later, again I stand before you in the same jail cell taking a chance based on our belief in us.

I love you Devika.

Will you let me have the honor of becoming your husband?

Will you marry me?'

There were tears streaming down her face, making rivulets of mascara stains on her cheeks, and he had never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. Frantically nodding she comes running towards him, hugging him as he stands. 'Yes, yes absolutely a hundred percent yes' she sobs into his neck tightening her hold even further. He wasn't surprised over the wetness he feels on his face because this, this might be the happiest day of his life. He holds he her close to him and happily relaxes into her embrace.

Minutes passing by, with her just seemingly happy to be holding onto him, he asks, ' Dont want your ring do you?'

She releases him, huffing out a laugh and holding out her hand as if she was a royal. Chuckling he carefully takes out the diamond ring from its nest and slides it on her finger. Seeing her turn her hand around and admiring the ring makes his chest hurt with happiness. He wants this moment to freeze, to stay with her for the rest of his life.

Finally facing him after her admiral of the ring she just stares into his eyes that brims with love. Suddenly eyes going wide with a shocked expression she rushes towards her desk haphazardly throwing out the things in her way and rifling through the drawer. Finally clutching something tight in her hands she turns towards him. She must see something on his face that says how clueless he is at this situation, because she smiles gently at him and approaches.

It truly shouldn't shock him when she lowers onto one knee and present to him a silver box with a golden ring nestled inside.

'I'm not good with words the way you are Amar, but I do know that the first time that I saw you , you captivated me. You brought about new emotions in me, made me loose my control and for the better part of the year I've planned in great detail on how to kill you.'

He laughs along with her as she says this because it's true , they may be in love but they infuriated each other so much more.

'You have become the most important person in my life and I cant imagine one without you in it. I love you with all that I have and will continue to do so until the end.

Will you give me the honour of becoming your wife Amar

Will you marry me?' She asks.

He didn't know that this day could become even more wonderful.

'As if I could ever say no to you, yes Devika , I would love to become your husband' and the water works starts again. He should really be annoyed about the amount of crying he seemed to be doing today. But he really isn't.

Accepting the ring and bringing her close to him , he observes her. She looks happy in a way he hasn't seen her before. Letting his lips convey all that he needs to say he gets lost in the oblivion of love.

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