The woman was ancient she should be respected for her age and wisdom.Īt once, Devasena stopped her foot-tapping. A whiff of cool air from the fan Karthiga was waving towards her, made some hair at the back of her neck stand up. She nodded, but kept up the furtive rhythm on her foot. “Let her count in peace, Amma,” Karthiga whispered in Devasena’s ear. The other hand counted rapidly off her fingers. The veins of her wrinkled hand popped slightly as her grip tightened. The woman in front of her frowned as she held Devasena’s right wrist. The fingers on her hands entwined with each other and shivered slightly. “So, what you do you think?” asked Devasena. Without further ado, behold the world of Amarendra Bāhubali. But, here is a short (long?) story for all the fans of Bāhubali out there. I hope you read this after watching both movies.Accordingly, I declare here that this is intended as fan-fiction only. The story and plot are fully mine whereas I have borrowed all the characters from the world-famous Bāhubali franchise.
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