#bhabhi month

[hum-suffer]

Rivals? Who, us?

(Set in future, IPL 2024)

Shubhman knows they're fighting an uphill battle. His team is doing all they can but Rohit Bhaiya and Ishan are on the crease and obviously washing out all the efforts.

(And isn't that surreal to think? His team. Oh, god, his team. They've already won a lot of matches and are already qualified for the semis. He can't believe this. It feels like a dream. He thinks he will wake up in his house in Mohali at any moment now and—

And he doesn't. He blinks. He's still here.)

Shubhman adjusts his tshirts superstitiously, studiously ignoring the crowd chanting about Sara Tendulkar. And really, he doesn't regret any friendship as he does his acquaintance with her. She might be fun to be around at some times but she is definately not worth the trouble that his name and reputation gets because of some coincidental twinning.

He focuses on the match.

Ishan is at strike and he's at 49* of 21 right now. As much of a challenge Ishan is posing, Shubhman feels a surge of immeasurable pride in his chest for his boyfriend. Rashid Bhai is bowling, and even if it's selfish, Shubhman wishes that Ishan scores at least one more run— gets one more milestone. He's allowed to be selfish this time, damn it, because it's clear to him that Ishan won't do it. Ishan will play to make sure Rohit Bhai stays on the ground and he will care only to chase the score, not for his own score.

Ishan hits a six, the ball goes flying in the stands and even from the mid off area of the ground, Shubhman can see the way Rohit Bhai is beaming at Ishan in pride and barely controls his own smile. Ishan removes his helmet and holds it up as if it's an award and Shubhman knows that for him, it is. His cricket is the biggest award he has.

It was the last bowl of the over and it's time to change the bowler and Shubhman has already told Shami Bhai to go for it. He's just checking the scoreboard when he sees the board showing off Ishan's six. Warmth fills him, seeing the potential Ishan has.

The video shows Arya Rajput abruptly, the model celebrating Ishan's half century. And Shubhman. He stares.

What the fuck.

Because he can tolerate people yelling about Sara at him but he knows for a fact that Ishan only knows Arya from a fucking jio ad and doesn't even like her all that much.

Ishan made that goddamn half century. They didn't show his celebration but cut to the woman who wasn't playing? What the fuck. No, what the fuck.

The crowd cheers and the chants start again. "Humari bhabhi kaisi ho?Arya bhabhi jaisi ho!"

Shubhman has the savage urge to cuss the crowd. He knows they're only having fun but he doesn't want it to be at his relationship's expense. He takes a deep breath and relaxes his body, the chewing mint in his mouth now feels bland.

He forces his facial features to relax as well and cracks his knuckles, focusing back on the match.

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Shubhman comes across Ishan back again after the match, for the obligatory 'well played' handshakes.

Ishan grins up at him, sparkles in his big eyes and hair matted to his sweaty forehead. "Kyu bhai, aa gaya swad?" He quotes the meme and laughs, throwing his head back to be a complete douche.

Shubhman can't help but smile at him. "Beta utna hi udo jitna seh sako. Abhi you have to still fight the semis."

"So do you," he retaliates. Shubhman knows they're holding up the line and steps away and Ishan follows him, as if on total instinct.

Shubhman smirks,"Ghar jaa ke points table dekhna."

And Shubhman knows what Ishan would have said but is holding back from saying.

They're both going to go to the same home, after all. After the tournament, they're gonna go back to Mohali for a month and then to Patna. After all, they're gonna go back to each other's arms. They're going to the same home— each other.

Ishan doesn't say it, raises an eyebrow and Shubhman smirks back. Ishan retaliates by lightly punching Shubhman's stomach and Shubhman gets back to him by pinching his nose, hard.

Before the thing escalates, Rohit bhaiya is here. "That's enough from you two," he says with a grin, pulling the two away from each other. "Merko zindagi me shaanti se kab rehne doge tum log dono?"

"Aise impossible wish nahi manga karte Rohit bhaiya," Ishan says, that little shit,"You'll only be disappointed."

Rohit bhaiya flicks the back of Ishan's head. Shubhman grins in victory until he too is swatted on his shoulder.

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The dressing rooms are extremely near to eachother, so the both teams create a ruckus as they move to the upper floors, almost everyone laughing and talking. The tension created in the ground disappears.

Shubhman and Ishan are trailing at the end of the entrouge and Ishan has his hand around Shubhman's waist. He's very tactile, not only with Shubhman, and that reputation of his has helped them keep their relationship a secret. Till now.

They're stopped by a girl's voice calling for Ishan with so much familiarity, for a moment Shubhman thinks it must be some old friend, before they turn around and see Arya. Oh.

She jogs upto them with a big smile and her hand is instantly on Ishan's bicep as she gushes about how much she enjoyed seeing his innings. Ishan flinches away from her touch but she doesn't falter, stepping closer. Shubhman grits his teeth and tolerates it for about a minute before he rests his hand on Ishan's shoulder and digs his elbow there. Ishan turns stiff and Shubhman knows he has his attention.

"I'm so sorry," Ishan says,"but we have to meet Rohit bhaiya now and he said it's urgent."

Arya's face falls but she nods, squeezing Ishan's arm one last time as she says goodnight, not having enough manners to even greet Shubhman. He doesn't care either way, he's barely holding back from cussing and he knows his parents raised him better than to cuss at people. Even if they were annoying. And intrusive. And debatably worthy. And pushy. And—

Ishan reaches up to grab Shubhman's hand and pulls it around his shoulders, ensuring that his elbow is no longer digging into Ishan's shoulder.

Shubhman moves his hand to the back of Ishan's neck and squeezes lightly, willing away his urge to kiss his boyfriend silly in a common area. The grasp he has on Ishan's nape is possessive enough, enough so that he remembers that Ishan choses him everyday, that Ishan wants to be with him and not anyone else. That Ishan is his.

He feels Ishan shudder under his hold and squirm.

They've already reached the dressing room areas and Kane raises his eyebrows at them in concern. "You two okay, guys?"

Shubhman nods,"Yeah, don't worry about it."

"Mhm," Ishan hums, almost distracted,"Got held up by a fan. You know how it is."

Kane doesnt look convinced but he doesn't press. He gives them both a smile. "Yes, of course. Anyways, I'm going to go and change. Cap, come back whenever."

Shubhman feels overwhelmed that a man as great in cricket as Kane is, calls Shubhman his captain. He's never gonna get over it. He gives Kane a bashful grin and nods.

Ishan squirms under his hand again as Kane leaves, drawing attention to himself.

Shubhman narrows his eyes at Ishan and leans down to whisper in his ear. "Stay back in the dressing room after everyone leaves."

Ishan nods, no questions asked. Shubhman smiles at him and struts back to his dressing room, knowing how dazed Ishan is.

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Ishan doesn't know what's going on with Shubhman but it's delicious.

He's pressed against the wall near the lockers as Shubhman kisses him, moaning and groaning. Ishan doesn't think he's ever seen Shubhman this uncaring to keep their relationship secret.

"You've got no idea how much I've wanted to do that," he says and Ishan grins at him.

He grabs Shubhman's wrist and presses his hand into Ishan's waist even more than it's already pressed. "I think I do." Ishan says, closing his eyes and resting his head against Shubhman's chest.

His boyfriend isn't anything less than eager today, though. He ducks down to kiss Ishan's cheek and trails a line of kisses down his throat. The collar of Ishan's uniform tshirt is hindering his path so Shubhman uses his free hand to wrap it around Ishan's throat, subtly pushing away the collar and oh, Ishan doesn't want to examine the things the gesture does to him.

It makes Ishan keen and Shubhman, that little fucker, grins. Ishan can feel it against his throat. He raises his hand and grabs the back of Shubhman's neck. "Talk."

"What about?"

Ishan pulls Shubhman off of him with narrowed eyes. "You've been too tense and you're acting different. Talk, before I make you."

Shubhman doesn't speak anything for a while and Ishan thinks he will have to pull out the annoying puppy eyes routine but before that, Shubhman sighs and mutters,"I don't like her."

Ishan frowns. "Who?"

A flash of victory flashes in his eyes before Shubhman looks down again. "Arya. I don't like her. Or the way people scream her name when you score. Or the way the board shows her. Or the way the people comment about her. Or the way people make edits of you and her. Or the way she touches you. Or the way she speaks your name. I don't like her."

Ishan nods understandingly. He's amused, but he knows what Shubhman feels, he's felt that everytime they attach his name to Sara or Raveena. More Raveena, perhaps, she's...weird. At least Sara knows personal space.

He drags Shubhman to sit down on a bench that's unofficially his. As Shubhman sits down, Ishan draps himself over his lap, knees on either side of Shubhman's thighs, essentially trapping him.

He holds Shubhman's face in his hands tenderly, staring into his big eyes that are so vulnerable right now. He begins peppering kisses over his face as he murmurs. "Shubhman. I like you. Or the way people merge our names together. Or the way everyone knows we are a package deal. Or the way people comment about the two of us and call you jiju. Or the way people make those gorgeous edits of us. I adore the way you touch me. I love the way you say my name, half, full, angry, sad, desperate. Anyway you speak it, I love my name in your mouth."

He's nipping at Shubhman's jaw by the time he finishes speaking and he leans fractionally to murmur in his ear,"You are mine. I am yours. Anyone else will never matter."

Shubhman shudders under him and his hands on Ishan's thighs flex and tighten. "I know," he says,"but, I just can't—"

Ishan nods, kissing Shubhman to shut him up,"I know." He whispers against Shubhman's lips. "But I'm yours, aren't I?"

Shubhman nods jerkily, almost like his nods are forcing the truth in him. "Yeah," he rasps,"you're mine. And I'm yours."

He kisses Ishan, like his life depends on it. It's bloody and ferocious and everything that they are and more. He squeezes Ishan's thighs and pulls him nearer, as close to meshing themselves as possible.

Hysterically, Ishan thinks of a song lyric. Phool bhi ho darmiyaan toh faasle hue. He's never understood it better before this moment.

Ishan's heart is beating fast, one of his hands is under Shubhman's tshirt and other hand is tangled in his ever perfect hair. Shubhman moves his hands from Ishan's thighs to his hips and the other one to his throat.

He digs his thumb just under Ishan's chin and Ishan moans in his mouth, his hips stuttering on their own accord.

"I'm gonna mark you up," Shubhman says, voice croaky. "That fine, Jaana?"

Ishan nods, dazed as all hell as he focuses on the way Shubhman feels under him, the friction delicious and his hold addictive.

Ishan only realises that he's had his eyes closed when Shubhman changes the position of the hand on his throat and Ishan whines. It's something he knows Shubhman will tease him later but right now, he dives to bite at Ishan's collarbone.

The sting makes him hiss but Shubhman blows air on it and presses a chaste kiss on the spot, following the ritual all over Ishan's collarbone.

Ishan has to wear high collared tshirts for the next two days.

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[iconic-position]

Call girl sister-in-law's pussy and ass banged

Today I want to tell you a true incident that happened some time ago.

This was the second fuck of my life.

I had gone to Delhi yesterday for some work.

So seeing the atmosphere there, I became crazy for sex.

I first finished my work, then called one of my friends who lived in Mukherjee Nagar to prepare for his SSC.

I went to him and told him everything.

He showed me a photo of a sister-in-law.

Man, what a product it was.

Then she gave me her number and made me talk to her.

His name was Soni.

Her age was 35 years and her figure was 36-30-38.

The friend said that I will go to the library at night, if the room is vacant then you can have fun.

Sister-in-law had given me an appointment of 8 o'clock.

My friend Karan went to the library at 7 o'clock.

I also became free after eating and drinking.

My friend had already arranged for condoms and drinks etc. for me.

At 8.15 pm someone knocked at the door.

When I opened the gate, I saw a sister-in-law standing in front.

She wore a blue saree and black blouse.

She had light red lipstick, a small bindi, a thin waist and a tight body.

I understood that this is Soni Bhabhi only.

Because just by looking at it, it was clear that sister-in-law was a gym goer.

I just kept looking at him.

Then sister-in-law gave me a signal by scratching her throat, so I hurriedly called her inside.

Sister-in-law: Where is Karan…and you were the one who called!

Me: He has gone to the library and yes, I was the one who called.

Sister-in-law said boldly – Karan must have told the rate?

I thought in my mind that Karan had said that this whore Bhabhi will take 3000 rupees for the whole night.

But from the front I enjoyed - No, he had said that I will talk, you just enjoy.

Sister-in-law: No, first money, then some work will happen. I charge 3000 a night…final. There will be no bargaining!

Me- Okay.

I gave the money to sister-in-law and she kissed the notes proudly and kept them in her purse.

Then I said – Actually, whenever sisters-in-law take money, they keep it in their blouse.

Sister-in-law smiled and said- Will you take off your blouse now?

I said- I had forgotten this.

She started laughing and said – I don't forget.

Me- Tell me about yourself… What is your name… Husband… Children!

Sister-in-law: My name is Soni. My husband works in Mumbai and comes for a day or two every two-three months. I have a son, he is still young and is studying in a hostel. Now I will not talk about anything more personal than this. Please don't even ask.

Me- Okay, let's start the program!

She smiled and said- Are you in a hurry?

'Can't stop looking at you darling!'

I pulled her towards me and started kissing.

She also started responding to my kisses.

After kissing for a few minutes, I made her stand and removed her saree.

He started pressing her breasts with one hand and started massaging her pussy with the other hand.

After some time he separated me and pushed me.

I fell on the bed.

Sister-in-law came near and took off my T-shirt and started licking my chest.

Slowly she moved down and pulled down my pants and took out my penis.

My penis had become completely hard. She started sucking the penis and licking it with her tongue.

She made a sound of ‘ah umm’ and she started pleasuring the penis by saying ‘tasty banana’.

What can I say friends, I was enjoying so much that I was just feeling myself near the beauty of heaven.

After a few minutes, she left the penis and got up and took off her blouse and petticoat.

Now she was in front of me only in bra and panty.

I got up and made her stand against the wall, raised one of her legs and pulled down her panty and started licking her pussy.

After licking her pussy for a while, I removed her bra and started drinking it.

Her breasts were as soft as if they were balls of cotton.

After drinking both her milk one by one, I signaled her to come to the bed.

She smiled and held my penis with one hand.

Holding my penis, she took me to the bed and sat on the bed.

She picked up the condom from the table and started sucking the penis once again before placing it on the penis.

Sometimes she would suck the penis, and sometimes the pussy.

Then sister-in-law put a condom on the penis.

Now sister-in-law lay down on the bed with her legs open and smilingly signaled me to come on top of her.

I climbed on top of sister-in-law and set my penis on her pussy.

Sister-in-law also caught the penis with her hand and rubbed it from top to bottom in the cleft of her pussy.

She was just enjoying the pleasure of rubbing her clitoris with the head of my penis when I gave her a strong blow.

Half of my penis kept entering inside her pussy.

Suddenly the sister-in-law screamed after taking the penis - Ouch mummy... the bastard has killed me... do it slowly, cunt... I am not running away anywhere.

Me: Sorry sister-in-law, what is that? You are such a jerk that you could not control yourself.

When sister-in-law heard the word Maal for herself, she became happy and said – Okay, but now do it with love, my king… Anyway, your penis is much bigger than the penis of my husband and Karan.

Now this was a compliment to my penis.

I came to know from my sister-in-law that my penis is bigger than my friend.

I started giving jerks slowly and pushed the entire penis inside.

Now sister-in-law was also enjoying the cock – Hmm Hmm Ahhh Ahhh… Fuck me hard my king Hmm!

Now, increasing the speed of my fucking, I also started abusing her – Take that slutty bitch… take it hard, take the whole cock… you motherfucking whore bitch.

Sister-in-law: Hmm hmm ahh ahh ahh ahh… fuck your sister's dick… show your masculinity, brother… today your dick I will chew you raw… Ah fuck you bastard whore says motherfucker.

I was also engaged in pushing.

After a few minutes, I took out my penis from her pussy and patted her waist and said – Come on my whore, become a bitch now… now I will take it from behind you.

Sister-in-law immediately got up and said – Yes, you can fuck me even after making me a bitch… You bastard, you can fuck me even after making me a whore.

Laughing, I patted Bhabhi's ass and opened both her buttocks and inserted my penis into her pussy from behind.

She said aah and started sucking the penis.

Now I held her breasts with both my hands and started fucking her pussy.

After some time, I hung her half down from the bed and set the pose.

Sister-in-law rested on the ground with the help of her hands and her breasts started hanging downwards.

Holding her waist, I came into the position to fuck her.

I started fucking sister-in-law while kissing her back.

Sister-in-law: Ah… this is a completely new position, it is very fun to get fucked in this.

Me: You bitch, whore, how many cocks have you eaten? Is your husband impotent?

Sister-in-law: Till now I have made seven students like you mount me. But you are the one who is having the most fun. My husband is not impotent but he comes to fuck me once in three months. Now the pussy needs cocks, doesn't it… That's why I get fucked only by young guys of new age and I also get money from you guys.

Me- Okay my love… now stand up. Now I will make you stand!

I made her stand against the wall and started fucking her pussy from behind.

Slowly she bowed down and became a mare again.

I took her back near the bed and placed one of her legs on the bed and started banging her.

Sister-in-law: Ahh you fuck for a long time… Hmm hmm ahhh how long will you take it?

I said- Now the fun has started, oh my whore sister-in-law… Ah, I will go on for a long time.

When I pushed for twenty minutes, sister-in-law started screaming while being fucked and tears came from her eyes.

She started begging for mercy that there was a burning sensation in my pussy… Ah, let it be now.

Now I was also about to ejaculate, so I said that I am going to ejaculate soon, please support me for a little longer.

Saying this, I made her stand and took out the condom and made her sit under my penis.

She realized that she was about to have a facial, so she grabbed my penis.

She held the penis with her fist and started shaking it.

Holding her with my hand, I opened her mouth and released all my semen into her mouth.

She was also a horny whore, she drank all the semen of the penis.

After that she licked and cleaned my penis and took me to the bathroom holding my penis.

There she cleaned my penis with water. Cleaned myself up. Did rinse etc.

Then she came back to the room holding my hand.

Now both of us made a peg each and smoked the cigarette while taking the peg.

She was very happy with my penis and was caressing it again and again.

Then sister-in-law put down her cigarette and looked at me and hugged me.

She put one of her breasts in my mouth and started sucking it.

I also dripped wine on her breasts and started sucking her breasts.

She started having fun.

We both talked for a long time.

She told why she likes taking new cocks.

In fact, in the absence of her husband, she had started looking for a penis.

Then one of her friends advised her to socialize with the students living in that area and she started making her nights colorful by visiting the rich students in their rooms.

Due to this, sister-in-law's pussy fire started getting cooled and she also started getting some money.

Friends, hot sister-in-law fucked me!

That night I enjoyed fucking my sister-in-law so much that I can't tell you. I took 3 rounds with my sister-in-law that night.

In the second round I also fucked sister-in-law's ass.

I will write that story some other time.

My friend and I kept it with us for two days and fed it day and night.

We both also had group sex twice.

After that I got that sister-in-law fucked by many of my friends also.

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Dagger and Arrows (16)

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Well well well, look who still remembers how the keyboard works- Me, that's me, in case you were wondering. I still remember the sentence structure and all- You get it. I am gonna taunt myself before you do. But hey, here's the last chapter. And no, we probably won't have an epilogue since it took me months to write this chapter. But yes, here's the happy ending you all threatened me for. Enjoy.

Ram x (still alive) Wife!Reader

Word Count : 904

Y/N did not remember a lot. She fell in and out of consciousness. She remembered bits and pieces of what happened or what was actually going on. She remembered the pain. She remembered the desperate voice of her husband trying to wake her up. Begging her to open her eyes. She remember him screaming her name, and then Bheem’s when she tried. Bheem- She thought she heard his voice too. The next time she came to, all she saw was fire. It was blurred. She felt the wind caress her wounds. She felt something cold wherever it hurt. Before she could move, darkness surrounded her again. 

When she finally gained enough consciousness to move, she realised her whole body hurt. It took her a lot of efforts to open her eyes. Her vision was blurred. She moved her fingers with last ounce of strength she could muster in her body. It hurt. It hurt to breathe, to move, to open her eyes. Was she dead? Was she in heaven? If it was heaven, why was she still hurting? 

Maybe she was in hell. She would deserve it, knowing what she had done to Bheem and Malli. No amount of pain on earth would be enough to erase her sins.

“Y/N?” She heard a voice she thought she had heard before in a dizzy state of mind, but couldn’t remember who it was. She tried to focus her eyes on the person.

“Ram! She is awake!” The girl shouted before rushing to her side. She helped Y/N into a sitting position, stuffing a blanket between her and the wall. She held a glass of water to her mouth and as the water entered her system, she realised how parched she was. She drank the water slowly, trying not to hurt herself.

“Do you need more?” The girl asked. Y/N blinked. The girl’s face finally came into focus and she realised she had seen her before, in pictures. Seetha. It was Seetha. 

“More water?” She asked again.

Y/N shook her head lightly. It took a lot out of her to actually focus on her surroundings. It was a small room. Probably a tribal hut. Where was she?

“Y/N-” She heard his voice before she looked towards the door. He stared at her as his eyes teared up.

“Bhabhi!” Bheem walked into the room before Ram did. 

“Bh-Bheem!” She croaked out, tears clouding her own vision. He pulled her into a hug, careful as to not hurt her. She held back a wince. She did not want him to let her go and she knew he would as soon as he realised she was in pain.

“I am so sorry.” She started.

He shushed her, holding her to him. He was alive. He was fine. He was not mad at her.

“Malli?” She asked.

“She is fine, everyone is fine.” He said, pulling away to look at her. There were scars on his face. But other than those, he looked fine.

“How, what-”

“We will explain. But not right now, you need rest.” He said. She looked at Seetha.

“I-”

“Not now.” Seetha echoed.

“Rest for a while.” Bheem said, getting up, “We will go tell everyone that you are awake and fine. Everyone is worried about you.” 

With that both of them walked out of the room, leaving Ram standing in the doorway looking at her like she would disappear if he looked away.

She lifted her lips into a small smile. 

“Are you going to stand there?” She asked.

He took hesitant steps towards her. He, like Bheem had scars on his face. But he too, seemed fine otherwise. Healing, at the very least. He was alive. That was a relief.

“How are you?” He asked, settling on the bed beside her. 

“Never been better.” She joked, lightly. He did not say anything for a long time. He did not look into her eyes. His eyes were glued to the bed sheet. She slowly moved her hand to hold his. He very tentatively laced their fingers together as a tear rolled down his cheek.

“Ram-”

“I thought I had lost you. In the cell, after we got out. I thought I had lost you on multiple occasions in the last few weeks and I-” He shook his head, “I am so sorry, Y/N. All of this is my fault. I-”

“Hey, hey.” She said, squeezing his hand as tightly as she could. It was not his fault. Both of them were to be blamed. Both of them were trying their best.

“I am so sorry.” He said, again finally looking at her. Her heart broke looking at the tears in his eyes.

She shook her head.

“I am okay. I will be okay.”

“You should rest.” He repeated, “we will talk about this later.”

They will. They will talk about this and a lot of other things. Later, when she is able to get more than a few words out of her system. But right now, she did not need to think about it. Bheem and Malli were fine. Ram and her were alive. That is all that mattered. They were together.

“Don’t go. Stay?” She asked. A thousand emotions flashed in his eyes. She recognised love as he slowly nodded, looking at her. They would talk about this, too. They had an eternity in front of them.

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[ishuess]

I will wait forever for you

(This the second part, again angsty but that's what I'm feeling rn. So bear with me)

Shubman(calls Ishan): Did you reach home safely?

Ishan: Yeah

Shubman: Did you eat?

Ishan: Yeah Shubi

Shubman: How are uncle and aunty?

Ishan: They are fine. Mom was crying because she saw me after 6 months. Its true no one can understand a mother *laughs*

Shubman: True! How are bhaiya and bhabhi and most importantly how is your little Viru?

Ishan: They are all very good and Viru is the best as always. He came running on his two little feets to hug me.

Shubman: How is Keshi?

Ishan: He missed me too. Now he is jumping around me. Accha mom is calling I will call you later.

Shubman: Wait Ishan..

Ishan: Yeah?

Shubman: How are you?

Ishan: I am hot and cute as always. ;)

Shubman: I am not joking Ishan. How are you actually? Do you feel better?

Ishan: Yeah obviously Shubman. I am here with my family. I feel happy...relaxed even.

Shubman: That's nice..ok call you later. Enjoy your time and don't stress ok?

Ishan: Yeah...Wait Shubman!

Shubman: Yea?

Ishan: I miss you!

Shubman: Love you too...ab jaa aunty bula rahi hogi!!

Ishan: Haan chal raat main call karunga!

Shubman: I will be waiting baby..(call ends)...forever...for you *wipes tears*

Haaye how I miss my cuties ka happy phasee

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[ramcharantitties]

Accha lagta hai

(series of Ram and y/n's domestic life, read previous one shot here)

Bheem loved his Ram Anna dearly. The mighty Ram Anna that was brave and strong and smart and can do anything in the world. Bheem knew his Ram Anna was the greatest and he looked up to his Anna's stealth self. Bheem also knew Ram Anna was married, although Bheem himself haven't met her. Bheem spotted sarees and jewellery in his cupboard and the soft smell of Mogra around the house. Ram said his wife was gone to another city for her friend's wedding and will come back in some weeks.

Right now Bheem stood outside the door of Ram Anna's house and he was sure he was at the wrong place. But the belongings inside was of Ram Anna. A woman yelling from inside put him in turmoil, he didn't know if he should go in or not. "i told you I was with akhtar" ram said and Bheem heard the sentence. Maybe he should save his ram Anna. Bheem quietly walked in, to see Ram sitting down on the floor, facing Bheem and the woman standing with her back to Bheem. "Anna?" Bheem called out cautiously. Ram's head snapped up as if his last ray of hope came in. "AKHTAR" ram called and Bheem walked in. You turned around to see this Akhtar your husband has been hanging out with. For most part you believed ram was lying- he made a friend? Impossible.

Ram quickly stood up, and stood near bheem like a child. "This is Akhtar. See I wasn't lying" he beamed and Bheem was confused. Ram looked scared. How come bheem's strongest ram Anna was scared? "Accha?" You said and Bheem took you in. Beautiful, scary, and angry. Like a tigeress. Bheem smiled unconsciously. "Then Akhtar bhaiya, tell me how did you two meet?" You asked, unexpecting of the answer. Ram's face drained of all colours. "NO" he screamed and you looked at him, giving a death glare. Ram shut up, telepathically begging Bheem to shut up too.

But Bheem, oh Bheem. Bheem was happier than ever, getting a chance to recite the eventful story where the action ensued. Where Rowdy Ram and Brave Bheem Dived in a Flaming River to save a Boy from Falling Train Tracks and Drowning. You patiently listened to Bheem's story, from your husband riding a horse to monkey jumping under a falling bridge to jumping in the river. In the back Ram was waiting for the chaos his wife will bring.

When Bheem finished his story, he was bright like a sun. Cheeks up smiling and excited from the ordeal. Unaware, innocent little man. You looked at Ram's pale face, only to pick up the broom nearby and sprint in a chase after him. "Hey mahadev" you cried "what kind of suicidal husband have you gave me" Ram climbed on bed and desks, escaping you. "I'm a good husband" he yelled and you scoffed.

"I went out for a month and you ruined the house, got caught in a riot, jumped from a bridge, and made a friend who instead of stopping you from doing this, did it with you?!" You yelled and Ram looked down, hands behind his back. Bheem took the scene in. The mighty Ram bhaiya was tamed by a mightier bhabhi. Oh.

You dropped the broom and bent down to pick up the dusty piles of book to sort and arrange. "It's not that big of a deal" Ram muttered and you stopped right in the tracks. "You could have died" you whispered lowly, in a stern voice. Ram only saw a screaming, angry wife, throwing tantrums. But Bheem saw a woman who's husband was a madman and didn't care about his life for her sake. Bheem saw the tears stinging her eyes, so she turned around, not wanting her husband to see them.

"Say sorry to bhabhi" Bheem whispered to Ram and Ram's face was taken over by confusion. "What? No" he whispered back and Bheem looked at you, silent. Ram never liked you silent. He liked you talking, chatting, scolding, yelling, moaning, screaming, annoying him but he never liked you silent. Ram sighed.

"y/n" you didn't reply.

"y/n please" "what"

"I'm sorry" you didn't reply again.

"suno na" "fine."

Ram looked at Bheem. Bheem nodded in no. Ram indicated Bheem to get out of room. Bheem nodded and left.

Ram came closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his face in your neck. He took the books from your hand and placed them down. "Y/n that boy could have died. I know my method wasn't the best but that was all I could see back then. I'm sorry" you turned around, keeping your hands on his chest. "You could have gone by a boat" you muttered and Ram thought about it. He grimaced. "Did Akhtar tell you that there was a fire in the river too? In the falling bridge and train parts?"

Ram saw the realisation set on your face. He ran for his life screaming a "AKHTAR IS WAITING FOR ME". You sat down on the chair, your head in your hand. "In all of Delhi, they really found him to get me married to"

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[dumdaradumdaradum]

3. Fairs.

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It was a very good week for Y/n. Since that night, Ram was staying home. He took an extended leave from station to work on something. She wasn't sure how that happened, how he got the permission but he did.

He was also spending more time with her and Akhta; for however many months they've been married for, Y/n had never seen him latch onto somebody like that.

"Bhabhi! Anna sent this for you!"

Just like that, Akhtar would burst through the doors at any point of the day either to eat or to meet Ram or to give her something.

"Ha bhaiya! Keep it on the table!" She yelled over the sizzling onions and tomatoes that she just put in the kadhai.

A few minutes later Y/n emerged from the kitchen wiping her brow. "What has he sent today?"

She absolutely adored the way Akhtar's whole face would light up as he would speak. Y/n had never seen a more expressive man.

Or she was just spending too much time around the man who wouldn't be able to spell the word emote for his life, if asked.

Ha.

"Khas ka sherbet, he said you love it! Also! Also, he asked you to get ready for the fair!"

Shaking his head enthusiastically, Akhtar quickly went in the kitchen.

Y/n picked up the heavy glass bottle and shouted, "If you're hungry, tell me, I'll serve!"

"Na bhabhi, you get ready, bhai will be here soon!"

She quickly went to the wooden almirah and opened it's squeaky doors. A bunch of sarees were stacked neatly in compartment, and next to it were Ram's clothes.

She took out a nice pair for him and a red one for herself.

"Don't you have to get ready? Eat fast."

Akhtar's hand stopped right in front his mouth, and he laughed. "What will I do there? You guys have fun!"

Y/n frowned. Quickly putting their clothes aside, she came out to the veranda.

"What do you mean?"

"Y/n you better be ready!"

Ram's voice resounded in the home; he stepped in to see his wife frowning at Akhtar, and Akhtar poor guy looked wide eyed like a deer.

"Kya Hua?"

"He said he won't go to the fair! Did you say only two of us would go?" Y/n pointed to Akhtar.

Ram looked puzzled, "No! I said we'd all go," Ram quickly moved to Y/n's side and looked at the curly haired, forever hungry man child.

The two of them looked quiet intimidating looking down on him as he sat on the floor, his hand that held the Plate slowly lowered and he set it down.

In his mind, Akhtar knew he should have simply went with them and slipped away when they got lost in each other. Ram had told him multiple times how engaging Y/n's talks were.

But he had chosen to go the road that lead to him getting scolded by two very disgruntled adults. He already felt sorry for the kid they'd have.

"Okay okay bhai, I'll go!"

Slip away Akhtar, when the time is right- he told himself.

Satisfied with him, Ram turned the woman on his left, "Why aren't you ready yet?"

"Ah, I'll get ready in no time but tell me this, I cooked food. Who will eat it now?"

"Tomorrow morning," Y/n watched him as he washed his hands and feet. "We can eat it tomorrow, besides how long has it been since I took you out."

Thinking back to the day when he got a leave and took her shopping, Y/n shook her head, "Too long, I don't remember!"

She quickly got him a towel. He looked at the pink bangles on her hands, "there's fresh pair on the bed, go change."

"Tumne to kaha that ki you don't like pink bangles?"

She was already going upstairs, "I don't!" Ram looked on as she turned back abit to look at him. "But any other color doesn't go with the saree."

Smiling to himself, he clapped Akhtar's back, "Jao, get ready."

He then stepped in their room, there was a beautiful red and pink saree lying on the bed and next to it were his shirt and pant.

"Ram!"

Suddenly he heard Y/n shout his name form the floor above.

"Y/n!"

He made a dash towards the stairs. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Y/n turned to look at him, and he was just there skidding slightly before his legs stopped. He stared at her, she looked unharmed. Showed no signs of distress except a concerning frown and slightly downturned lips.

"What happened?"

"Look at the sky! The clouds are so dark, it might rain. Ram help me get the clothes, jaldi!"

Poor guy facepalmed and walked towards the string. "You didn't have to scream, devi."

"Oh."

Y/n hadn't realized that she shouted. Quickly she got the bedsheets and pillow covers while Ram took down everyday clothes.

"You know if it rains while we're out, we are so getting drenched."

"Y/n you're not getting out of this. You'll love it, I promise."

She was a weird weird girl, Ram thought. By no means did she hate going out but always came up with excuses to stay in.

They had rarely gone out to enjoy since they married, and he didn't want to be that guy. Enough people hated him already, there was absolutely no need to add Y/n's name to the list.

He watched as wind blew through her tendril-like curls. Her pallu threated to slip off her shoulders.

He watched her as tried to tame her hair, her saree with her hands full.

Before Ram could think, his feet moved and his hands took the sheets from her hands. "Come on, sun is about to set. We don't want to be late."

Quickly fixing the pallu, Y/n tried to take back some stuff but he was already halfway down the stairs. A small smile made way on her face. How lucky was she to get such a caring husband.

There was a time when her fear and anxiety knew no bounds, she prayed day and night to not get a husband like many of her cousins and aunts had.

It seemed like Mahadev had indeed listened.

"How far is it?"

Setting everything down on a takhat he turned to her, "Very far! Come on go! Get ready!"

It wasn't actually too far.

Sometime later Akhtar came in all set for a fun evening, "Bhai, let's go. I'm ready!"

Ram deadpanned. "Your bhabhi isn't."

Ah. That explained the look on his poor brother's face. Sometimes, Akhtar thought, Y/n purposefully took so long to get ready, to annoy Ram. Which wasn't always super fun; this one time Ram got annoyed at Y/n and didn't listen to her for two full days. Meaning he neither ate properly nor he slept. He kept giving them both sharp looks. Why poor Akhtar was subjected to those, he didn't know. He understood that irritated Ram doesn't difference between who he's directing his frustrations on.

"Y/n jaldi Karo, or he won't eat or sleep again!"

"Almost done, bhai," She came out with a maroon shirt, "you did not wear this?"

Ram looked up from his hand, "mhm?"

"Ha this shirt was clean enough, so didn't change."

"But this maroon one goes well with my saree!"

Akhtar watched as they stared at each other, in earlier days of his friendship with Ram he used to wait for him to start complaining.

He quickly realized that Ram would get annoyed, irritated even but not exasperated.

"Y/n is right bhai. It will look good on  you."

Ram knew he wouldn't win if he took up this as an argument.

After short few minutes, all three of them set out. The only evidence of sun was the light in the sky which was slowly dimming.

The bustle of the market was refreshing change from their usually quiet home.

The vendors argued and chatted away merrily with customers. The children clung to the pallu of their mothers. Girls stood at the panipuri stall and looked around as they waited for their turn. There was a group of boys standing at the Chai stall. Some elderly were walking through with their grandkids.

The noise was pleasant and welcome to Y/n's ears.

Sharp horns of motor bikes, and the clings from the bicycles. Fresh and red tomatoes, and aroma of dried chillies. The street looked like a painting.

"This way," Ram's hand found the small of her back. He gently asked her to turn left.

A quick stop for juice later, they reached the ground. "Akhtar! You know my father took me to a fair like once when I was a kid," Ram looked at Akhtar, who had quickly come really close to his heart, "my younger brother cried when baba didn't get him his favorite kulfi."

His head shook fondly at the faded memory. He no longer remembered his brother's face or voice, but he remembered this. He couldn't see his brother anymore, he still felt him just as much though.

Suddenly he felt a little pressure on his arm, Y/n stood close to him with her head bent down and almost resting on him.

His head turned right, Akhtar stood close to them, his own eyes moist. Did his chin quiver a bit? Ram's affection for him swelled, he was lucky to have them both in his life.

Sure he missed baba, his brother and ma but Y/n and Akhtar were a pretty good family.

They hadn't been with him for too long but still understood him and above all loved him, somewhere in their hearts.

"Chalo, we can't keep standing here," his breathy voice made the Y/n's hold on him tighter.

Ram placed his hand on hers, "Chalo, kitne Dino baad tumko lekar aaya hu, we'll miss the fun."

Akhtar heard him use the gentlest voice with his wife. His heart melted a bit, he thought. How could they not see the affection they had for each other.

"Ha bhabhi, I see a shop and they seem to be  making some nice chhole."

Ram looked at him gratefully.

Just a couple steps away was the sources of the most delicious aroma. Ram's hand guided Y/n as Akhtar cracked a few jokes and they walked.

Y/n looked at the Plate, there was chhole with Naan, Chilli and pickle.

She tore a bite and ate it. It was really good.

Ram got up for more chhole while Akhtar went to demand more masala.

He looked at the person who was making the Naan, that guy looked positively easy to jump off the cliff.

Chuckling slightly he grabbed his dear just met brother, "Y/n will make you more in a few days, for now let's just enjoy this. "

Seemingly satisfied Akhtar nodded and they both walked back to the table.

The was a woman sitting right next te theirs and she was talking to Y/n. He couldn't really see her face, but he saw that lady's expressions.

Then he heard her words.

"I wonder where your traitor husband stays all nights," her laugh cracked like a whip, "I mean I can't even blame him for not wanting to come home to this face. Poor guy."

Suddenly all Akhtar heard was his own blood thump through his veins. All he saw was the mock laugh.

He could see the shallow, rapid movements of Y/n's back.

His hand clenched the Plate, his legs felt lightweight.

"How dare you say such horrible words to my bhabhi!"

Akhtar was aware of his voice, his volume. The entire tent fell silent. He saw Ram's Plate fall with a clutter on an empty table.

To see his brother furious, to hear such words for his sister; Bheem could have killed somebody then and there.

Bheem could have. Akhtar could not.

That didn't mean, he had to stand there listen to this slander. So he moved and stood infront of Y/n, shielding her.

He stood there with bated breath, his eyes daring her to go on.

In a way he looked down on her almost wishing she would say something and give him an opportunity to rip her a new one.

"How dare you talk to my mother like that?"

Suddenly a punch came from  the side, which he saw coming thankfully. His hand gripped the fist and twisted the guy's arm. Akhtar willed to break every single bone. Maybe he would have.

In distance he heard a female calling out his Akhtar but Bheem did not care. His blood pumped in his ears. All he heard was the strangled cry of the boy. It was a shame he couldn't do same to the mouth that dared to utter such words.

"Akhtar!"

A strong hand gripped his hand and other grabbed his back, and tried to pull him back.

"Akhtar! Stop!"

They were saying a name. Whose he didn't know, Bheem felt this surge of visceral anger.

How dare they question his brother's pure intentions.

How could they point at the beauty of his sister.

They asked for pain, pain they shall get.

"AKHTAR!"

Bangles jingled near his ear, "Akhtar please, you'll break his arm!"

"Ram!"

Ram. Bheem looked to see Ram as he tried to pry his hands off the poor guy.

"Akhtar!"

He didn't really intend to stop but the barely contained fury in Ram's eyes. He let go. "Bhai! How could she?"

As soon as he let go, the lady scrambled to collect the boy and ran out of the tent.

"Akhtar, please."

He finally looked at her. Her forehead had lines of worry and her shoulders were slumped.

Akhtar couldn't really resist, he bought her in for an embrace, "Don't listen to them sister. You are beautiful, they don't know how lucky bhaiya considers himself. Don't listen to them."

He couldn't keep emotions out of his voice, Ram was standing right behind her. He still looked furious.

"Bhai, they are idiots who didn't know what they were saying. Don't listen to them."

Don't listen to them.

He wished for them, he hoped they didn't pay attention to such stupidity.

Three of them walked home in the dark, in complete silence. Akhtar parted ways and went to his home.

Now that he was gone, Ram felt more stupid. How could he just freeze there and not defend his wife. Years of training, years of instinct and he froze when his own wife needed him.

Keys clang together as he opened their house.

Y/n stepped in and almost ran to their room. If possible his heart broke even more. How?

Why did he let someone hurt his precious ardhangini? His other half. His soul.

She had only ever supported him and lifted him up, and he couldn't do anything for her.

Akhtar was a much better person than he was.

It was late. Most of neighborhood had gone to sleep. He locked the doors behind him.

What Ram was feeling was anger, red hot anger, but he also felt sad and dejected, like he had betrayed somebody.

He wanted to walk upto his punching bag and spend the night ruing the turn  of events. But he had hurt Y/n enough for one night, so his feet turned to their room.

There she was, already asleep. There had been rare occasions when she had went to bed mad at him and it felt like crap. Tonight however, he had a feeling that she fell asleep feeling sad and insecure. That was much worse.

Ram could deal with wife's anger but he had never dealt with her sadness. For the first time he had to see her eyes go blank in shock and he did not like it.

Carefully climbing into his bed, he laid right beside her and took her hand in his.

I hope you can find it in you to forgive me.

Her hand felt delicate against his hardened one. Turning to his side, he looked at the moonlit face; never had he seen a more beautiful one.

#rrr #ram x reader #ram x wife!reader

[blackknight-100]

Day 8: Ramayana

Janak stepped into the wide, carpeted hallway of Ayodhya’s palace hoping one of those chandeliers would fall on his head. What man would dare question his Sita? What King would dare banish his Queen? What Emperor would forsake her twice? Apparently, Rama. And now here he was, forced to tolerate the hospitality of the family that shunned his daughter. Sunaina sobbed beside him. Never in his life had Janak felt so helpless.

The ascetic couple plodded through the decorated arcade, just another old parent mourning their dead child. Through the ajar door on the left, where they had been summoned to meet Rama, raised voices floated out. Janak blinked at his wife, who raised a patrician eyebrow. By silent agreement, they stepped closer, lightly pressing towards the door. Dimly, Janak wondered why there weren’t any guards around. Lakshmana’s anguished voice cut into his thoughts, “- no, no please, I beg you, do not make me do this. Not this, never this.”

Rama’s reply was placating and pleading all at once, “Laksh...”

“No, Your Majesty no. I did not stop you when you, in front of all Vanaras and Lankans, bade Bhabhi to undergo the Agnipariksha. I said nothing when you entertained the asinine claim of one drunken washerman- ”

“The whole kingdom was saying so Laksh, you cannot expect me to ignore everyone.”

There was a crash from inside, and Sunaina gave him an uneasy side eye. Janak nodded to the door. There were no heralds around, so he gently pushed the ginormous mahogany monstrosity and knocked on the wooden frame. Neither of his sons-in-law paid them any attention. This close, he could see Rama’s haggard appearance, and Lakshmana’s frankly appalling attempt at looking normal enough to carry out court. Neither had shaved in what seemed like forever, Lakshmana’s mop of unruly hair now resembled a crow’s nest, and Rama’s face shone with a layer of oil and sweat. Lakshmana was still going on, “The whole kingdom was saying? Did all of Kosala break the Pinaka? Did she garland this kingdom? She was your wife, and Kosala’s Queen. A Queen is a mother, and how dare anyone question their mother? On that note, maybe we should inform the Gurukulas to teach people how to count. She was pregnant eight months after she returned.”

Rama shook his head despondently, “No, you do not understand, Laksh…”

“Don’t make me do this. I will not stand before that faultless man and tell him we killed his daughter.”

Rama had tears in his eyes. His chapped lips parted in horror, “We did not kill her, Laksh. Laksh, we- we- ”

Lakshmana slumped to the floor. “Oh, Your Majesty,” he moaned, “Oh, oh brother, what have we done?”

In another time, Janak might have found this a tad dramatic, but not now. He stared at this defeated man, one who had left his daughter alone in Dandaka, one who had left her near Valmiki’s ashram, and the only one who seemed to protest against this atrocity.

Janak wanted to scream, to demand why he let her die if he revered her so, to hit him and curse him and rip him apart. But Lakshmana was Urmila’s husband, and he had already lost one child. His head hurt. There was an ancient ache in his chest, and for a long moment, he carried the sorrow of all of Sita’s struggles in his bones. Sunaina pinched his elbow, and only then he remembered Urmila, and his nieces, the sisters who still lived. So, he shook off the feeling, rapped his knuckles loudly against the carved door, and spoke, “Emperor, with your leave, we are here.”

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Forced Elopement

(Navigate the Blog)

Terrace Scene and Shyam’s Secrecy

Thoughts on Guptas hiding Shyam’s truth and the chances of the wedding happening if the Raizadas learned about Shyam

Frustration over terrace scene

If Arnav saw Lavanya with Shyam instead of Khushi, would he have taken the same decision?

Why does Arnav choose the option of marrying Khushi when usually, people try to resolve extra marital affairs by separating the two lovers. 

Arnav, Shyam Khushi - The Terrace. One story, three perspectives.

Forced Marriage, Holi

Khushi’s Reaction to Arnav’s Proposal (why wasn’t she elated when he raised the topic of marriage?)

Why didn’t Arnav ask Khushi for her side of the story when he forced marriage?

Where was this track headed to?

How did the families reconcile with the sudden elopement?

Arnav’s view of Khushi as a gold-digger

Underutilized moment of IPK

Contemplating forced marriage

The 6 Month Marriage Myth

Does Khushi remember Holi?

Why Arnav and Khushi didn't flashback to the Holi confession scene as frequently as the other rabbaves? 

ArShi, Holi & Future Holis

The cycle of abuse

Heer Ranjha, Swami

Why does Arnav dislike his staff calling Khushi bhabhi?

Heer Ranjha poetry

The Heer Ranjha scene

Why is Arnav pissed that Khushi tutors kids?

Thoughts on hand pump scene

The kiss on Arnav’s kerchief & Swami track alternative

Does Chandni Chowk wala things mean cheap? Why does Arnav call Khushi’s perfume on Arnav’s handkerchief cheap and classless?

Gupta House

What do you think of Arnav’s behaviour at the Gupta house during their stay there? Do you think it was outright rude in the way he kept installing the AC and ordering food without consulting them? Arnav has never been shown lacking manners or etiquettes—so do you think it was out of character? 

Why did Arnav sleep holding Khushi’s hand after Preeto’s wedding?

In ep 243, Khushi misinterprets Arnav’s random(?) scribbling, as his plan to kill her, and maybe it’s never shown what “AR 36 ~K~ ” really meant. How would you interpret it/ what do you think it really meant?

To stitch a button

Why doesn’t Arnav allow Khushi to sleep at the poolside after the revelation of the real reason for their marriage?

“Suicide” Revelation

The suicide track analysis started by @honeybellexox

Why didn’t Arnav believe Khushi post the suicide revelation?

Shouldn’t have Arnav thought again about what Khushi said on Shyam?

What Arnav would have done if the misunderstanding had not been cleared in the 6 month period. Would he have allowed Khushi to go? And would Khushi stay back?

Khushi’s Imagination of Arnav Murdering Her, & The Suicide

Khushi’s Behavior Post Truth Revelation

Flaws of the tracks post forced elopement and alternative tracks I would’ve introduced

(these are answers to previously sent asks)

#ipkknd #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #jalebi weds bluetooth navigation

[poohnotpiku]

Chapter 13 : Pooh & Feminism

Hey Peeps…Longggg Time! After a long gap, Pooh is trying to bring back her blogging bug with a controversial topic i.e. Feminism. Feminism is a concept which has seen varying descriptions and avatars, since its inception. When asked what is Feminism, there is no limits to one’s imagination for an explanation. You will hear most heart touching definitions to the most horrendous views, depending on who is answering!!

Pooh also has her rights, when it comes to define and practice feminism. YES, I am a Feminist! A Feminist with her own definition of Feminism!!

Feminism for me means being respectful and supportive of one another and it has nothing to do with Female gender. Feminism means fighting for Equity and not Equality. Feminism is more about empathizing than sympathizing. No gender needs pity or sympathy, we all just need understanding and compassion. Stop calling any gender the ‘weaker sex’. God didn’t make one gender strong and others weak. Each gender has its own strengths and weaknesses. We need people to not make assumptions and opinions on some pre-defined notions. It would be great if people with rigid and rudimentary thoughts could just for once come out of these boundaries and breathe in the open air!!

There are a few anecdotes which just left Pooh shell-shocked! Sharing some of them below :

Scene#1

Pooh is out veggie shopping and the vendor says ‘Bhabhiji, sab sabji ekdam fresh hai….itna accha khana aap banayenge ki bhaiya khush ho jayenge!’ (translation : the veggies are totally fresh and your husband would love whatever you cook with these!!)

Unmarried Feminist Pooh, who also hates cooking, was left dumbfounded…I was literally speechless…my mind was running in all directions…which point should I clarify with this moron first?? Point that I am not married and hence there is no bhaiya for this bhabhi? Or the point that I simply hate cooking? Or the point that who the heck he is to assume that a wife would cook for her husband and not vice-versa?

Instead I just smiled and walked away. Later, while having my tea, I went through all the possible comebacks I could have used!!! The best was ‘Bhaiya ko cook k haath se bana khana zyada pasand hai!!’ (Translation : The husband loves meal prepared by our cook more than mine!!) I can just imagine the expression on his face if only I had used my wit at the right time!!!

Scene#2

Pooh was in the managerial round (last round of interview) in a global company and salary negotiation discussions were going on. I wasn’t asking even the market value but much less, still this manager was hackling with me for 20mins or so. At the end he says : “Why do you even need this much salary? It’s just going to be your pocket money!” Again. I was left speechless. I didn’t want to take any panga and just ignored the remark. But today after 7-8 years when I look back on that incident, I feel so much anger on myself that why didn’t I escalate that stupid man to the HR!!!!

Scene#3

We were in a social gathering and I heard a middle-aged man saying : “Women were made by God to breed, give birth and look after the family and the house. But, nowadays women want more and that is against nature’s definition for their role. So, they are going to suffer and they should not crib….”

Yet again, Pooh was left speechless. Yet again, worrying about society, Pooh didn’t answer back to that ignorant man. Yet again, chauvinism was allowed to win by the ‘weaker sex’!!!!

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There are many such anecdotes but no antidote yet! In fact, at times, we ourselves laugh away at statements like ‘is it that day of the month for you?’, ‘don’t give excuse of hormonal misbalance again’, ‘you need someone to support you’, ‘let the men of the family handle this’ etc etc

No one can help you, until you decide to help yourself. So, instead of being a silent spectator or the meek oppressed, we need to speak out…Speak with conviction and confidence…World is changing but still there is a long way to go, before all can truly understand and appreciate Feminism!!

Ending with a quote by Malala Yousafzai :

' I raise up my voice—not so that I can shout, but so that those without a voice can be heard. … We cannot all succeed when half of us are held back. '

Until next time, ciao!!!!

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Television couple, Shoaib Ibrahim and Dipika Kakar embraced parenthood for the first time as they welcomed a baby boy on June 21, 2023. For the unversed, their baby was due in the second half of July, but he surprised everyone by arriving prematurely almost a month before the delivery date. The couple’s entire family rejoiced with happiness after the baby’s arrival. And now, the little one’s bua,…

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Brother is not home, sister-in-law is not afraid of anyone

This incident happened three months ago.

It was around 9:00 at night.

I was sitting with friends in a paan stall in the locality.

Just then brother's call came in my mobile.

Brother said- Raj, come home. There is some work for you.

I went to brother's house.

Brother- Raj, drop me to the airport. I have a flight at 12 o'clock at night.

Now I understood why brother had called me.

Sister-in-law did not know how to drive a car, so she called me so that I could drop her to the airport and bring her home.

Me: Brother, are you going alone? Sister-in-law is not going with you?

Then sister-in-law made a face and said – Yes! Going alone to hang out with your office friends!

Brother said to sister-in-law - Hey friend, now don't start again.

Brother- Raj, I am going to Bangalore for office work for ten days. Now come on, take the car keys and take out the car.

Me- Okay brother, let's go.

I took out brother's car and all three of us reached the airport in 15 or 20 minutes.

Then after reaching the airport, I dropped my brother at the gate.

People from his office were waiting for him there.

Then both of us were coming back from there to the car, when I got a call from brother in my mobile – Will you help me one more time, friend?

Me: Yes brother, of course… tell me what is the work?

Brother- If your sister-in-law has any work, do it. Your sister-in-law rarely leaves the house. I will give your number to your sister-in-law, if she needs anything she will call you. ok right?

Me- Okay brother, you send my number to sister-in-law! If she has any work, sister-in-law will call me.

After that brother called sister-in-law.

Don't know what happened between them.

I asked my sister-in-law – let's go home!

Then we took the car and left for home.

We reached home in some time.

I dropped sister-in-law at her house and bid her goodnight and came to my house.

While lying in my room, I was thinking about my sister-in-law.

My penis had become erect after dreaming of fucking my sister-in-law.

I went to the bathroom, masturbated once in Bhabhi's name and lay down on the bed.

Then a message came on my WhatsApp.

That message was from sister-in-law – Hello Raj!

The number was new so I did not answer immediately.

And again the message came from the same number.

Sister-in-law: Has Raj fallen asleep?

Me- Do you know me?

Sister-in-law: Yes!

Me- But I didn't recognize you, what is your name?

Sister-in-law: You forgot me very quickly. I did not expect this from you.

Me: Look, it's late in the night, whoever you are, please tell me your name? If not and you are having too much fun then I am closing the net.

Sister-in-law: Oh no no… I am Preeti.

Me: Sister-in-law, you are there, haven't you slept yet?

Sister-in-law: I can't sleep so I thought I'd talk to you.

Me- I did not think that your message or call would come so soon.

Sister-in-law: Okay! Looks like you're not happy that I messaged?

Me: No Bhabhi, it is not like that, I thought that brother would not have sent you my number yet…that is why I said this.

Sister-in-law: Okay!

Me: What happened sister-in-law, are you not able to sleep without brother?

And sent a laughing emoji.

Sister-in-law: Yes! Forget me, why are you staying up so late at night? Is your girlfriend not letting you sleep?

Sister-in-law also started joking.

Me- No sister-in-law, I don't have any girlfriend. There was one, it had been two years since we broke up with her. Since then I haven't made any girlfriend.

And sent a sad and crying emoji.

Sister-in-law- Ohhh! So make it… it has been a long time since he left. Ok tell me what kind of girl do you want?

I also took advantage of the opportunity and said – Sister-in-law, if I find someone exactly like you, my dream will come true.

And sent a winking emoji.

Deep inside there was a fear that the conversation might end just as it started.

Sister-in-law: Why do you want someone like me?? What is so special in me that other girls don't have?

There was no limit to my happiness after seeing such a response from him.

I understood that now my dream of fucking my sister-in-law was about to be fulfilled.

Me: No matter how much you are praised… it is all less. What should I say… I have no words about you. You are very beautiful and I like you very much. If I get a girlfriend like you, then things will be different.

Sister-in-law: Okay, I like you. Then make me your girlfriend!

And sister-in-law sent a laughing emoji!

I thought sister-in-law was having fun with me!

I became sad and replied to sister-in-law – Sister-in-law, don't joke.

And sent a sad emoji.

Sister-in-law: Crazy, I am not joking, I am telling the truth. You make me your girlfriend! But only on one condition!

I became very happy and said in response – If you will become my girlfriend, then I agree to all your conditions.

Sister-in-law: This matter will remain only between us. And you will not tell anyone that there is something between us. Understand?

Me: Sister-in-law, I am a little crazy. Who will tell such a thing to anyone. And that too when my girlfriend is this sister-in-law.

And I sent a laughing emoji.

I said - I wish sister-in-law, you were with me right now, I would have hugged and kissed you!

Sister-in-law: So I am not too far from you. If you want, you can still hug me and kiss me.

Then she said- Come now. I am alone right now! So you can even hug and kiss.

Me: Sister-in-law, think… if I come now, a lot will happen.

I said while teasing my sister-in-law.

Sister-in-law: Yes, okay. I am your girlfriend, right? So I will deny you a little. Come, whatever happens next, we will see.

I looked at the time, it was about 2 o'clock in the night.

Then I thought that there is a chance and sister-in-law is also looking hot.

If I don't go now, I don't know when I will get such an opportunity.

Then I messaged sister-in-law – Sister-in-law, I am coming from the terrace. Open the door to the roof above.

Since the roofs of our house were connected, Bhabhi did not face any problem in going to the roof.

As soon as I went to sister-in-law's terrace, I saw that sister-in-law was standing near the door in a red nightie.

I went to sister-in-law and hugged her as soon as I went inside.

As soon as I hugged her, sister-in-law also took me in her arms.

We were not afraid of anyone because Bhaiya had gone out for ten days.

And at night sister-in-law's mother-in-law was sleeping in her room downstairs.

Then we separated and sister-in-law held my hand and started going down to her room.

Sister-in-law was ahead and I was dragging behind her.

As soon as I went to sister-in-law's room, I laid her down on the bed and started looking at her.

I asked my sister-in-law – Am I dreaming?

Sister-in-law got up and laid me on the bed and said – Raj baby, this is not a dream. Now you stop calling me sister-in-law. You call me love.

Then sister-in-law came over me and we both started kissing each other like crazy.

After kissing each other's lips for a while, I took off sister-in-law's nightie.

Sister-in-law was wearing a black bra and panty in which she was looking even sexier.

I took off my T-shirt and lower and came on top of my sister-in-law.

The kissing program started once again.

While kissing Bhabhi, I was pressing her big boobs over her bra.

Then with one hand I opened the bra hook from below Bhabhi's back and Bhabhi's boobs started jumping in the air.

While sucking one nipple of her boobs, I put one of my hands inside her panty.

Sister-in-law was caressing my hair.

Her panty had become wet.

I came between sister-in-law's thighs and while kissing her stomach, I removed her wet panty.

And after kissing sister-in-law's thighs one by one, I started moving towards sister-in-law's pussy.

As soon as I kissed Bhabhi's pussy, Bhabhi's body started trembling.

Perhaps brother had never licked sister-in-law's pussy.

I was licking sister-in-law's pussy and sister-in-law was moving her hand in my hair and at the same time was enjoying the pussy licking by raising her waist.

After some time, sister-in-law started pressing my mouth into her pussy.

I felt that sister-in-law was about to ejaculate.

So I put one of my fingers in the pussy.

Within some time, sister-in-law took a deep breath and released her semen.

I drank all her stuff and lay down next to her.

Now I wanted to enjoy blowjob from porn bhabhi's mouth, so I said to bhabhi - Come on darling, now please me too by sucking my penis.

Sister-in-law immediately took my penis in her mouth and started sucking it as if she was hungry for many lives. Sister-in-law started giving good blowjob.

My penis could not stop for long in front of the love of her lips and I released all the cream into sister-in-law's mouth.

Porn bhabhi did blowjob and drank the whole thing.

Then sister-in-law came and lay down next to me and we started playing with each other's bodies.

Sister-in-law started shaking my penis and I started fingering sister-in-law's pussy.

After some time, both of us became hot again.

I came up bhabhi.

While kissing sister-in-law, I set my penis in sister-in-law's pussy with one hand.

And slowly started inserting the penis inside.

Since the pussy was wet, the penis easily entered the sister-in-law's pussy.

Leaving my penis in the pussy like this, I started kissing my sister-in-law.

Then as soon as sister-in-law started moving her waist, I also started pushing her.

Sister-in-law started taking me in her arms and started shaking her waist fast.

She started kissing my neck like crazy!

I got up, moved away and brought Bhabhi to the edge of the bed.

I placed both of Bhabhi's legs on my shoulders and placed my penis in Bhabhi's pussy and pushed.

As soon as the penis entered the vagina, I gave a series of thrusts.

After 15-20 thrusts asked sister-in-law - Sister-in-law, where should I take out the semen?

Sister-in-law said- Don't take it out inside, I want to drink your stuff.

I took out my penis from the pussy and put it in sister-in-law's mouth.

Sister-in-law sucked the penis and the entire semen came out in sister-in-law's mouth.

She drank the whole thing.

Then we both went to the bathroom and cleaned each other and lay down clinging to each other.

That night I fucked my sister-in-law 3 times.

And later, until brother came, he went and fucked sister-in-law in different ways at night.

During these days, I noticed one thing that sister-in-law enjoys giving blowjob a lot, without being told she takes the penis in her mouth and starts sucking it.

And one night I also fucked sister-in-law's ass.

I will tell all that in another story some other time.

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Roshan Bhabhi, after Babri, this Gokuldham actress made a hateful complaint against Asit Modi!

Priya Ahuja on Asit Modi: The ruckus that started on the sets of Taarak Mehta Ka Oolta Chashma is far from over. After Jennifer Mistry who played the role of Roshan Bhabhi in the show, now Tarak Mehta's Rita Reporter aka Priya Ahuja has also made a shocking revelation. Priya Ahuja has made several serious allegations against Asit Modi, the producer of Tarak Mehta Ka Oolta Chashma in her release. In such a situation, Tarak Mehta's Mahila Morcha is becoming quite strong against Asit Modi. After Jennifer, Priya Ahuja is angry with Asit Modi After Monica Bhadoria aka Bauri against the makers of Roshan Sodhi aka Jennifer, Producer Asit Modi and Tarak Mehta Ke Ulta Chashma, now Rita Reporter has also opened up. Rita also made serious allegations against reporter Asif Modi and the makers. While others Jennifer and Monica were already saying that Asit Modi does not treat people well on the sets, Priya Ahuja reiterated the same. Priya Ahuja told surprising information about Asit Modi Priya Ahuja, who played the role of reporter Rita in the Tarak Mehta starrer, recently made a shocking revelation in her interview. Priya Ahuja said, Those people abused me on the sets. He said - those people gave me mental pain. Although it is a different matter that my husband was a part of the show, due to which the makers could not throw me out of the show. But the work culture that was there had a lot of misbehavior. Priya Ahuja kicked out of the show without informing This time Priya Ahuja also said that my track was reduced when I married Malv. After the pregnancy, I had no idea about my track. After that, when Malv left the show, I messaged Asit Bhai several times – I want to come back… but he ignored my message. The attitude I have seen from the manufacturers in the 6-8 years there seems to be that they will not call me again. He also said – I see what Tarak Mehta says about the cast makers is true. I am asking for work, so you are not answering me. He's not paying respect. You didn't call me on the show since 9 months because your relationship with Malv ended. When he left the show, you got me out of the show like a fly. Women are discriminated against on set Tell me, Priya Ahuja said about the producer's make-up and demeanor on the sets that there is male dominance. Mandar said this about Jennifer… I really liked it, because Jennifer and Mandar were very good friends. This time Priya Ahuja was also seen speaking in support of Jennifer. He said Jennifer never abused anyone or crossed any boundaries. A very easy-going and laid-back person, Jennifer was the one who brought food for everyone on set. They used to sit and eat together. He used to talk to everyone on the set. Although they don't know anything about the way Jennifer is talking about sexual harassment. We tell you that Priya Ahuja, who played the role of Rita the reporter in Tarak Mehta, has been missing from the show for a long time. No other face has replaced him on the show. DISCLAIMER Thanks For Visit Our Site www.bollywoodofindia.com . We’ve taken all measures to insure that the information handed in this composition and on our social media platform is believable, vindicated and sourced from other Big media Houses. For any feedback or complaint, reach out to us at [email protected] Read the full article

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"Do you even understand the trauma she suffered? How can you just let them go?" Nirav thumped the table and yelled at the Police officer.

"Calm down Mr. Bedi. I fully understand what she went through. But you need to understand that unless someone is proven guilty he is considered innocent in the eyes of the law. We have no option but to let him go." ACP Sunil Rathode said

"It is easy for you to say that ACP, but it is so devastating for a woman to see this man walk free, after he has murdered her husband and has raped her."...Vasudha said in a distressed tone

"I deeply sympathize with you Mrs Bedi. And believe me I too really want to see the culprit behind the bars. But unfortunately the circumstantial evidence is not concrete enough for us to incriminate him as the criminal. And even the DNA test did not prove him guilty."

"I do not believe in your DNA test technology. Otherwise how could the test come negative? I saw this man kill my husband and then tie me up."....Vasudha said in an angry tone.

"The tests were run twice in two different labs at your insistence. And both the tests came negative. Sorry Ma'am, we cannot really do anything more"...ACP Rathode said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Let's go bhabhi. I don't think there is any point arguing with them. It seems that the entire system is corrupt." - Nirav said.

Vasudha and Nirav came back from the police station in a heart broken state. It has been six months since some goons had barged into Vasudha and her late husband Angad Patil's bungalow at night, tied up and blindfolded Vasudha and then shot Angad. Vasudha did not see when her husband got shot but she could clearly recognize Rajan Pandey's voice. He was a well known goon who had been threatening her husband for some time.

But the terrors of that night were not over for Vasudha even after her husband was murdered. She was then raped by the man for a long time. She was not in any state to resist with her hands tied up and her eyes blindfolded.

The only knowledge which has tormented Vasudha since that fateful night is that she could not control her own body during that assault. The man's organ was so thick and he fucked her so fard for so long that despite the state of her mind, she orgasmed - not once, not twice, but thrice. And she had been cursing herself all these days as to how on earth she could let herself cum in that situation, by her husband's murderer.

It was Nirav, her late husband's business partner, who had come to her rescue finally, as he found her in that state after the goons had left, untied her and called the cops.

It has been a long fight for justice since then but the final outcome was that Rajan Pandey could not be incriminated due to lack of concrete evidence. Also the fact that the DNA test reports did not match his semen sample weakened the case even further.

"Bhabhi, we will find a way to get justice. Don't worry. I will never let my friend's murderer roam free."...Nirav said, as the two of them rested in the living room of Vasudha's house.

"I know Nirav. I don't believe anyone now. Everyone seems so corrupt and greedy. If not for your support, I don't know how I could have survived this nightmare.". Vasudha said, with tears flowing down her cheeks as she rested her head on Nirav's strong shoulder.

It was only Nirav who had helped Vasudha to get through all the mental trauma over these days. Nirav was himself married but Vasudha had got mentally attached to him over these days.

Nirav wiped the tears off Vasudha's eyes. "Please don't cry bhabhi. I cannot see you cry."

Vasudha was in a mentally vulnerable state. She leant forward and kissed Nirav on his lips. But immediately after doing that she retreated a bit, feeling guilty at what she had done.

"Um, I am sorry Nirav. I didn't mean to..."....she said.

But moments later she was not apologizing any more. As both of them were kissing each other passionately with their lips and tongues, while they were undressing each other in a frenzy.

Vasudha laid back on the sofa as Nirav pulled the panty off her legs. Vasudha closed her eyes as she wanted to drown her sorrows in the impending physical bliss.

But her eyes suddenly got wide open as Nirav pushed his manhood inside her.

How could she forget that thrust, and that girth? She knew now that it was the same thick cock which had rammed her pussy for over an hour that night which made her a widow and had made her shed her juices thrice.

She knew now why the DNA tests had come negative. For it was not Rajan Pandey who had fucked her that night.

And despite that knowledge her body convulsed again with pleasure now, just like she had on that night.

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Life in a new phase

After a total roller coaster ride of emotions, lots of discussions and settlements finally on 09.12.2020, I & Rohit got married❤️️. He is my best friend and the love of my life.

After forgetting all that happened between our families, finally we put our step forward to the new phase of our life. We went to Manali for our honeymoon, our first official trip as Husband & Wife❤️️.

I left for my maternal home before Holi and stayed there for the next 4 months. It was a strange feeling of staying away from my husband just after our marriage.

Life was a little rough adjusting to my new home. It was a 1 BHK and we were 2 families living in it, us and Rohit's elder brother, his wife and a son. We parked ourselves in the drawing room where there was a space to keep our baggage, a bed and 2 chairs. It felt like living at a railway station but circumstances were such that we could not move out yet from there.

On 4th October 2021, we went to meet Praney and Avni as they were moving to London on 8th of October. It was a very strange feeling of not being able to see her, meet her again atleast for a year. I wanted to cry badly holding her in my arms but wanted to send her off without making her cry. We met at Xero Degree's in connaught place.

We enjoyed multiple festivals as well post my marriage. The best ones being Teej and Chatth Puja. For Chatth we went to my in law's house in Bihar. The whole family was there which was very fun but tiring at the same moment as I had to spend entire day in the kitchen catering to the huge family with my other bhabhis.

Finally our first anniversary arrived and luckily one of Rohit's friend was getting married around the same date in Jaipur (Ankit-Kirti). So we made our anniversary plans accordingly. We and Rohit's elder brother's family all went together. It became a family trip at the end. The function was on 7th of December and it was great. The remaining 2 days were exhausting as we roamed around the city and the palaces were located on mountains. We went to chokhi dhani, wax museum, jantar-mantar, Sheesh Mahal as well.

In the second week of December we started to search for a rented apartment in Gurgaon. Rohit's office was to start soon and I did not want him to travel so far so frequently. We finalized the house in second last week of December. We planned to move during New Year.

I was excited to begin this new chapter of my life with Rohit ❤️.

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Jeete raho, khush raho: Katrina Kaif showers blessings on 'devar' Sunny Kaushal

Sep 28, 2022 13:25 IST Mumbai (Maharashtra) , September 28 (AF): Actress Katrina Kaif penned a sweet birthday wish for brother-in-law Sunny Kaushal. Taking to Instagram, Katrina dropped an adorable picture from her wedding festivities with Vicky Kaushal. In the image, Sunny is seen bowing before his bhabhi Katrina and Vicky, who stood near them kept one of his hands on Sunny's back and held Katrina with the other. "Jeete raho , khush raho," Katrina captioned the post, adding a cake and smiling emoji. The trio's image has garnered several likes and comments. Reacting to the post, Vicky commented, "Mere do anmol ratan." Katrina wore an orange ethnic outfit and wrapped a pink dupatta around her. Vicky was seen in a yellow and white outfit, while Sunny Kaushal was dressed in a black outfit. Both Katrina and Vicky had white garlands around their neck. Vicky, too, posted a cute wish for brother Sunny on his birthday. "Happy Birthday to the most sarva gun sampan Kaushal! Love you," Vicky wrote on Instagram. Apart from the birthday note, Vicky shared a picture with Sunny. In the image, Vicky had his arm around Sunny. Like Vicky, Sunny is also an actor. He has worked in films such as 'Bhangra Paa Le', 'Hurdang' and 'Shiddat'. In the upcoming months, Sunny will be seen sharing screen space with Neetu Kapoor and Shraddha Srinath in 'Letters to Mr Khanna' film. (AF) Read the full article

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