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dr-scribbler · 6 days

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Ok, guys!! we have the results, and *drum roll* It's VaraDeva for the win!!!

Below is the sneak peek of the upcoming one-shot; please check it out and let me know your thoughts!!!

The Prince And His Guard - VaraDeva oneshot

Dear readers/followers,

I'm torn between two story ideas for my next project involving Varadha from 'Salaar.' On the one hand, I've developed a strong attachment to his character and am tempted to keep him for myself in a story with a female OC. On the other hand, I find myself rooting for Varadha and Deva's relationship whenever they appear on the screen. What do you think I should do? Should I write a story pairing Varadha with a female OC or focus on Varadha and Deva's relationship? I'd love to hear your thoughts and preferences!

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The Prince And His Guard(VaraDeva Oneshot)

Sneak Peak!!

‘Tell me you hate me’, Deva’s voice rang through the palace’s lush gardens as chill air blew.

Varadha stood there, his eyes piercing through the man standing before him. His throat jammed, and he failed to produce any words.

‘What happened? The cat got his tongue, ah?’ Deva whispered as he threw away his armour and strolled towards Varadha like a lion nearing the antelope. But the lion here did not hunger for blood but for his Varadha.

‘Get away from me,’ Varadha whispered as he started to walk backwards, but he never let his eyes leave Deva.

‘Then tell me you HATE me; I will leave you alone.’ Deva’s words made Varadha stop in his tracks.

‘I-I.. Ha..Te’ Varadha could only murmur the words but never finish them as his heart didn’t let him.

Bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, Prince Varadha and his Guard Deva stood facing each other, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, adding to the enchantment of the moment.

A smile itched its way into Deva’s lips as he slowly neared and closed the distance between them, as he reached out his hands and gently took in the prince’s face. Their hearts beat in unison as they leaned closer, their breath mingling in the cool night air.

With a tender caress, Deva brushed his lips against Varadha’s, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down the Prince’s spine. Both melted into the embrace as Varadha’s hands found their way to his strong shoulders, pulling him closer.

As their kiss deepened, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them lost in the throes of passion. Time seemed to stand still as they explored each other's lips, savouring the taste and feel of the long-awaited moment of their love.

Full Oneshot Coming Soon!!

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dr-scribbler · 13 days

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Can you please do Varadha X female OC 🙏🙏coz there is a lot of books on varadeva .

Hey,

Yes i am too wanting to read and write femxvaradha will see how the vote ends and proceed to do one at a time. if the response is good them will surely write more!!!🙂☺️

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dr-scribbler · 14 days

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Dear readers/followers,

I'm torn between two story ideas for my next project involving Varadha from 'Salaar.' On the one hand, I've developed a strong attachment to his character and am tempted to keep him for myself in a story with a female OC. On the other hand, I find myself rooting for Varadha and Deva's relationship whenever they appear on the screen. What do you think I should do? Should I write a story pairing Varadha with a female OC or focus on Varadha and Deva's relationship? I'd love to hear your thoughts and preferences!

#salaar devaratha raisaar #salaar #devaratha raisaar #devaxvaradha #varadha rajamannar #varadeva #varadha #desiblr #salaar fic #prithviraj sukumaran #prabhas #salaarfanfic #mxm #HELP ME CHOOSE PEOPLE!!#I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND IT HURTS!!#salaar part 1 ceasefire #desi cinema #desi tumblr

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dr-scribbler · 15 days

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— some times, some dialogues just lit the screen | heeramandi, 2024, dir. sanjay leela bhansali.

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Sea Of Desire (Sundara Chozhan x Mandhakini) - Chapter -1 - The Meet

A raging breath filled with groans and moans escaped through the mouth of the person who was currently trying to reach the shore with all their strength. Tough times create tough men, and the ones who can pass through the said time will achieve glory as no one has witnessed.

As the warrior who currently, with the help of the log that was a part of his once glorious ship, which got wrecked by the storm, all his soldiers who accompanied him and his ship have been shattered, but his will isn't. The war between Panya and Chola ended when Veera Pandiyan went into hiding, which officially made him and Chola win, as one knows that only a coward would run away from the battlefield.

With several cuts and blood gushing from the wounds on his body, the young Sundara Chozhan, with all his energy, rowed the small wooden log, and his eyes were relieved as he saw an island just a few meters away.

With all faith in Emberuman Sivan, he rowed faster and let the waves do the rest; as his body touched the sand, all his strength went away, and just like that, his eyes got clouded with darkness; he prayed he would get a glorified death not like this. He tried to walk further and search for shelter, but his legs didn't move.

He envisioned himself in Thanjai with his family and childhood friend Vaanaman Maadevi, laughing at him for being senseless or talking about his beauty, boosting himself as he flirted with other women. He would miss her and wished she was with him, as she knew what to say to make him smile.

As his eyes started to close, he saw a petite figure running towards him. But he couldn't hold on to himself and let the darkness consume him.

Soft hands took hold of him, and beautiful eyes searched for any significant injuries. With all their power, they took the young warrior to a safe place, not knowing that he was the crown prince of Chola Desam.

Night time

Dim lights lit the area of the cave that is now sheltering two souls within. One cooks the dish to eat and provides it to the other. The other one is in deep sleep as his wounds are patched up.

As the eyes of the male fluttered open and his memories came rushing back into him, he abruptly sat, which caused his blood to rush to his head, and there came the pain; he groaned, and his vision started to appear clearer.

Sundara Chozhan would never forget that night, that face, that scene before him for all his life. He read about Mohini and how it would pry young men like him with its beauty; for a moment, he thought it was right before him. Her eyes are earthy brown, her skin is like golden milk that shines its beauty, and her hair is like kohl, which seems able to tuck anyone's heart towards her. His breath became shallow, and his lips dried as the essence of something mixed into the air that night. He never felt like this before, nor had he seen anyone more beautiful than the one currently before him.

He finally returned to his senses, shook his head, corrected his posture, and opened his mouth. 'Who are you?' he asked. With a beautiful smile, she took out a mud plot filled with a hot drink and placed it in front of him.

Is he sensing some arrogance in the beauty before him? Doesn't she know who he is?! Even if she doesn't know his identity, that doesn't allow her to ignore him. That is mannerless.

He looked at the drink before him, and the eyes slowly tried to eat him alive with a look of innocence. It's like he wants to dive into her pool of eyes and welcome death, even if that's what he has to trade.

But he snapped out of the daze and slowly picked up the drink. The smallest motions caused his shoulder to twitch with pain, and he remembered his injury. He gasped at the sudden pain, and a soft hand touched his shoulder, causing him to look up, once again captured by her eyes, face, and everything. A calmness radiates from her, and wisdom and wisdom in her.

Slowly and steadily, she raised the cup to his lips but stopped before getting it closer. She raised her eyebrow and nodded, indicating that he had to open his mouth. But why would he? What if she is a Pandya spy or someone sent to kill him?

But something about her made him keep his survival instinct away. He slowly started to drink whatever was in that cup, but his eyes did not move away from her for one second. His dark eyes tried to capture every detail of her face and expression. After all, he was used to women openly wanting him as he was the crown prince and would be a King one day.

But to his surprise, her eyes only focused on her task. Once the hot liquid disappeared into his mouth, she let go of him and returned to the burning fire pit, where she started to put away all the vessels at her side, probably to wash. Sundara Chozan's eyes moved as he focused on her figure, her long hair flowing as the wind carried her sandalwood smell to his nose. It made him daze in euphoria like he was in heaven, with her being the Urvashi.

He slowly lay down, and just like that, his eyes gave up and shut down. It was like he had no control, and the last thing he saw was the ceiling of the dimly lit cave.

Mandhakini POV

I heard a light slump and saw the injured man lying down. Concern overtook me as I went near him and checked his pulse, only to be relaxed that he went into a deep sleep and nothing serious.

I slowly caressed his dark, smooth hair. My eyes traced his calm face. He looked pretty young, seeming only a few years older than me. His clothes looked expensive, and his armoury indicated he was a warrior. I slowly traced his hands to find a ring with the Tiger emblem on his finger. My eyes widen. He must be from Chola Desam.

Does that mean the shipwreck contains people from Chola Desam? If not for the rounding eagles, she would not have found him, and the ship still in the middle of the sea looked pretty wrecked. My first instinct was to get him from the shore to a warm place.

Luckily, I could pull him over and cover him here. But now it looks like the shipwreck was not an accident. What if he and his crew got attacked by an enemy kingdom? I gulped as I went near the cave opening to examine the surroundings and listened carefully. I calmed down when I was sure that he was not followed and that no one was present beyond us.

He needs rest, but once he is awake, we must move or plan better if my assumptions are true.

With that, I returned inside and started to prepare some porridge so that we both could have some when he woke up.

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Andal: *continues to pretend, then looks up with a smirk* "Yes, may I help you?"

Kanha: *holding out the garland* "Here, you owe me my daily dose of flower garland."

Andal: *playfully* "Well, you have it in your hand; wear it yourself."

Kanha: *gasps dramatically* "Blasphemy, how could you!"

Andal: *smiling.* "Well, what do you owe me if I wear the garland first?"

Kanha: *leaning in, whispering,* "Me."

Thus, my dear people, Ranganatha(Kanha) always wears the garland once adorned the chest of his lovely Andal/Kothai.

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In their gaze, a fire ignites, passion's allure glowing, In their touch, a craving sparks desires freely flowing, Two souls entwined by love's sensuous decree, Hearts yearning, bodies burning, longing to be free, In each other's embrace, they find sweet, sensual ecstasy.

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Jazbaat - Chapter 1

Warning: Smut, language, 18+

As Abrar watches himself in the mirror, he sees not just his reflection but also the reflection of his past marriages. Each crease of his coat, each polish on his shoes, carries a memory of vows spoken, promises broken, and hearts left wounded. The familiar preparation ritual is a stark reminder of the love he once held and lost.

Abrar’s thoughts drift to his first marriage, filled with youthful passion and dreams of forever. He remembers the joy of young love and the excitement of building a life together. But soon, reality crept in, and their dreams shattered, leaving a trail of bitterness and regret.

His second marriage was born out of loneliness and a longing for companionship. He sought solace in the arms of another, hoping to find the love he had lost. Yet, despite his efforts, the void within him remained unfilled, leaving him more lost than ever.

Now, as he prepares for his third marriage, Abrar is filled with a mix of hope and apprehension. Will this union be different? Will he finally find the love and happiness he has been searching for? Or is he doomed to repeat the mistakes of his past?

As his coat is adjusted and his shoes are polished, Abrar feels a knot of uncertainty tighten in his chest. How many more marriages will it take to fill the void left by her? How many more vows will he have to make before he finds the one that sticks?

As Abrar exhaled, his vision shifted, and he was transported back to when he was twenty years old.

He was sitting on freshly mowed grass, the summer sun casting a warm, gentle light around him. He turned his head to the left and saw her sitting next to him—Aparna. Her eyes were closed, and her head was tilted upwards as she breathed in and out, her chest rising and falling in a mesmerizing rhythm.

Being with Aparna was unlike anything else Abrar had ever experienced. Everything seemed to fade away in her presence, including his life struggles and the challenges of his family’s circumstances. With her, everything felt right. She was his anchor, his solace, the one who made everything okay.

As Abrar watched her, a wave of emotions washed over him. He felt a deep sense of peace and contentment that everything was as it should be. At that moment, he knew that as long as he had Aparna by his side, he could face anything life threw at him.

Aparna opened her hazel eyes and looked at him, the look tugging at his heartstrings. A wide smile spread across her face as she slowly raised her eyebrow at Abrar.

‘What is going on in your brain, my Abrar?’ She asked him in her honey-like voice. Abrar just smiled and gestured that he was gazing at the most beautiful angel.

Born mute, Abrar had always felt self-conscious about his condition. But Aparna had made sure he never felt ashamed of it. She smiled playfully and pushed him away, but Abrar quickly caught her wrist, bringing it to his lips. He kissed her wrist gently, his touch feather-light, and slowly traced a path up her arm to her neck. He kissed her behind the ear, savouring the moment and their love.

Aparna’s breath hitched at his touch, and she sighed softly. She turned to face him, her eyes filled with love and desire. Abrar looked into her eyes, and at that moment, he knew he was home. He leaned in slowly, capturing her lips in a tender kiss.

The kiss deepened, and passion flared between them. Abrar’s hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve and every contour. Aparna moaned softly, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. They lost themselves in each other, the world fading away around them.

They were breathless and flushed with desire as they finally broke the kiss. Aparna looked into Abrar’s eyes, her love shining brightly. She whispered, “I love you, Abrar. You’re the only one for me.” Abrar leaned in again, capturing her lips in another tender kiss, silently conveying that she was his everything without saying a word.

Abrar’s reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door, bringing him back to the present. He blinked, the memories of Aparna fading as he focused on the task at hand. He straightened his coat and adjusted his tie, steeling himself for his third marriage.

Somewhere else

Aparna descended from the plane, stepping onto the bustling tarmac of the airport. She took a deep breath of the familiar air, her gaze sweeping over the passing scenery as she rode in a car towards her destination. The cityscape looked different yet oddly familiar, reminding her of the years she had spent here, growing up and away from everything she once loved and cared for.

At a young age, Aparna was faced with a difficult decision. It was a choice that had changed the course of her life, leading her down a path she never imagined she would take. Despite the hardships and sacrifices, she didn’t regret her decision. It had been the right choice for her at the time, but it had come at a cost—the loss of a love she had cherished deeply.

As the car moved through the streets, Aparna’s thoughts drifted back to those days. She remembered the turmoil, uncertainty, and fear of the unknown that had plagued her mind. But she also remembered the strength and courage she had found within herself, the resilience that had carried her through the most challenging times.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice from the front. “Seems you are lost in your own world, Aparna,” Abid’s voice brought her back to the present. It was no surprise to her when she was invited to the wedding, not just any wedding, but Abrar’s third wedding. She shook her head, a wry smile playing on her lips, wondering how in the world he managed to marry three times and still keep his other wives.

Years had passed since she had any contact with Abrar and his family. It was a surprise when she met Abid, Abrar’s brother, who had insisted she visit and stay with them for some time. She had been close with him, but not as close as Abrar. And so, here she was, returning to a place that held both bittersweet memories and the possibility of new beginnings.

“I’m just relaxing, Abid,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the car’s hum. She leaned back against the seat, closing her eyes and letting her mind wander back to the past.

Her thoughts were clouded by the image of her and Abrar, tangled in each other’s arms, making love inside the garage. It had been the night before her departure, the night she had promised to return but had not done so until now. The memory was vivid, every touch and caress etched into her mind as if it had just happened yesterday.

‘Abrar’ Aparna whimpered as she felt herself going to peak again for like third time, her chest heaved and her core twisted with the pleasure she never experienced before.

She writhes against his touch as he squeezes her hips and makes sure to open her legs as wide as he can. She tries to squirm away, the sensation being too much pleasurable, but Abrar doesn’t leave much room for it.

Her thighs tremble as she whines. The feeling is too much for her, and she spills herself, her sweetness coating his tongue as he laps down, not leaving anything behind.

As he raised his head and watched her come down from the ultimate pleasure he had just given her, he licked his lips as he slowly raised, kissing her thighs and going up. She moaned as she looked at him; his eyes never left her, and shyness overtook her as she covered her face with her hands.

But Abrar chuckled as he kissed the valley between her breasts. He grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look at him.

As always, his eyes spoke everything his lips couldn’t, and both their lips crashed, a hungry and heated kiss that took away each other’s breath; her legs automatically wrapped around his hips as she felt his tip touching her entrance, and he pushed, causing them to moan into each other mouth as he buried himself to the hilt inside her wetness as she cried out his name again.

His hands slowly moved and cupped her breast as he playfully tugged her nipples; she arched her back as each push caused her to feel the stars.

Abrar is wholly lost in Aparna as she clings to him and buries her face into his neck as he slots his hips against hers in brutal force. Her toes curled, and her head fell back as she helplessly did nothing but scream his name again and again. His eyes went down as he saw them joining, where his cock met her insides as he increased the pace and loved the feeling of her squeezing him; she was made for him by the gods. As she reached her peak, he fucked her cunt through it spilling his seeds inside her as she milked his cock.

As they both came down from their high, they lay there, not caring about the outside world but always wanting to be with each other.

Aparna had left with a heavy heart, torn between her love for Abrar and her chosen path. She had promised to return, reunite with Abrar and start a new life together. But as the years went by, life took its course, and she found herself drifting further and further away from him.

As she returned to the city where it all began, Aparna couldn’t help but wonder what awaited her. Would Abrar still be the same man she had loved and lost? Would he have moved on, as she had tried to do? The unanswered questions lingered in her mind as she embarked on this journey back to her past.

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Mash'al-E-Mahtaab

Ilaahi kaisi kaisi sooratein tune banai hai, ki har soorat kaleje se laga lene ke qaabil hai..

Nargis Jaan "Nawabjaan"

The Queen of Shahi Baugh ✨

Gauhar Jaan "Nagma"

The poetess of Noor Mahal ✨

Mahnoor Jaan "Hoor"

The ambitious Half-Blood ✨

Firdaus Jaan "Bahaar"

The Paradise of Noor Mahal ✨

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THANK YOU!!

Deva x Varadha

As they kissed, the rain poured, cooling the ground, like their lips cooling each other. -dr-scribbler

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if life gives you lemons, start doing black magic

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Well I've just began to explore this ship but I just wanted to let you know that VaraDeva edit is simply mind blowing. They're kissing... KISSING OK!! kissing so tenderly and so beautifully. My heart... FINALLY!! I'm soooooo happy. THANK YOU for this gift to this Fandom. You're simply awesome and I hope we get to see more!

also what did you use to make it? Looks Hella Real!!

Thank you for your kind words!! I am glad you liked my edit.

Actually, I just watched the movie, and I loved Deva and Varadha's chemistry more than the intended pairing. So, just let my mind go crazy. I have never done a same-sex pair before, so it is also new to me.

But love is love, and chemistry is chemistry...

I used AI tools.

I am also planning to add my own Pinterest with all my edits. I don't know if it will be welcomed, but I would share it here if it is.

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Deva x Varadha

As they kissed, the rain poured, cooling the ground, like their lips cooling each other. -dr-scribbler

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Chudikodutha Sudarkodi - Kothai and her love

When they say that they will always wait for you

But Andal waited all her life for him, for her Ranganatha(Vishnu/Krishna)

இதயம் இதயம் எரிகின்றதே இறங்கிய கண்ணீர் அணைக்கின்றதே உள்ளங்கையில் ஒழுகும் நீர்போல் என்னுயிரும் கரைவதென்ன இருவரும் ஒரு முறை காண்போமா இல்லை நீ மட்டும் என்னுடல் காண்பாயா கலையென்ற ஜோதியில் காதலை எரிப்பது சரியா பிழையா விடை நீ சொல்லய்யா

Roughly Translated.

My heart is burning, My tears are dripping like the water in my palm. Why is my soul also melting? Will both of us meet once? Otherwise, will you alone see my body? Is it right to burn love with a light called art? Is that correct? Or is that wrong? Tell me the answer to that....

The above lyrics are from the song Marghazhi Thingal Allava( Sangamam Movie Tamil)

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Him and Her (VanMozhi)

These two will be two reasons why I will end up single all my life.

Re-visiting these edits after a long time made me giggle and blush.

The above sequence just made me smile and started to earn more of the majestic King and his Innocence flower.

The above sequence made me scream in joy and awe. The way he looked at her made my heart pound, and damn, this is where I fell in love. Definitely missed in theatres.

Lastly, no words can explain the scene where they share close proximity, and with a sly smile, he lets her know he is hers without saying anything! Damn, just take my Heart VanMozhi.

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Final results up!!!!

My Mind is cooking something up!!

Dear followers and supporters,

I wanted to take a moment to express my deepest gratitude for all the love and support you've shown for my one-shot of Ponniyin Selvan so far. Your feedback has been invaluable, and it truly means the world to me.

I'm excited to announce that my mind is cooking something different this time. I'm considering trying a spicier twist between the pairs in the story, you know what I mean *wink**wink*, and I wanted to see if that would be welcome. This twist could add a new and exciting dimension to the narrative, and I can't wait to hear what you think. Of course, all my one-shots or write-ups will have a plot, not just smut, but I am thinking of adding some additional spice to it as well cause why not?

Please let me know if you would be interested in this new direction by voting yes or no in the comments below. Your input will help me decide how to proceed, and I value your opinion immensely.

Thank you once again for your continued support. I'm looking forward to sharing this new adventure with all of you.

Warm regards,

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