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What happens when the villain's heart is filled with one face, the face that has guided him all his life, loved him, and been with him?
Bhalla was many things, but he was a lover to his Nandhini, the sole thing holding up his humanity, his anchor from the world, which never supported him. But the only thing is that she is not from his reality or even real. She only visits him in his dreams, and in that dream, he lived, loved, and cherished; for him, that is his reality. Suddenly, he disappeared, leaving him in darkness as he had to fend off his nights with dreamless sleep. Only for her to appear in his reality without knowing him and their connection.
Will the villain go to any extreme to get her back to him? To make her love him and see things from his perspective. She is his Niyati.
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What happens when Baahubali has a sister, the only daughter of Sanga, and her husband, who adopted Baahubali on their own? She is the youngest and always chaotic, following her brother everywhere. What happens when this time fate follows her to the lion's den?
The little bird was captured into Bhallaldeva's hand only to be used in more than one way, and the bird started to fall for the lion.
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The Villain's Muse - Bhallaldeva x OC (Baahubali Fanfic) by ival_nidhi_writes
Fandoms: Baahubali (Movies)
21 Jan 2026
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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.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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Meenakshi strings flowers, yes, that's all she is, a flower girl. She is just a pair of hands in a palace that has never once looked down to see whose hands make the beauty it wears so carelessly. She has watched the one everyone fears in the whole Mahishmati, Bhallaladeva, the Yuvaraj, from behind a pillar for years. She has counted his heartbeats from across a court hall, and she has chosen night-blooming jasmine for his wedding garland because it blooms only in the dark, and she has never met anything lonelier. All she was supposed to do was hand the garland to the priest and disappear. Yes, that's all, but instead the crowd pushed the one wearing simple cotton clothes holding the garland as life, along with the priest who was blind and the stars which would not wait. And now she is locked in a ceremonial chamber until sunrise with a man the entire kingdom calls a monster, bound by sacred thread and the most beautiful garland she has ever made, the one she made for him, the one she poured her heart into without ever admitting why.