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[thesas29]

Taking a walk during eve at Kuching Water Front...

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[ranveer--singh]

Dilbaro - O beloved (Henry Cavill x Indian Reader one shot)

A/N: So one of my friends got engaged last year and it got me in a massive wedding mood. So I decided to write this one shot of Henry marrying his Indian bride in Udaipur. Hope you all enjoy this, likes, comments and feedback appreciated.

3rd July 2019, on a scorching hot summer day Laila Kapadia and Henry Cavill were ready to tie the knot in front of their family and friends. Udaipur, India was where Henry proposed to Laila over a year ago and which also is the destination for the wedding.  Laila was Indian, born in England and her soon to be husband, Henry, was English, born in Jersey and regardless of the two cultures and family backgrounds, the whole everyone got on like a house of fire.

Laila yawned, scratching her head as she was woken up by her best friend the maid of honor. She was shoved into the bathroom to brush her teeth and have a shower while the hairdresser arrived. Henry, on the other hand, was finally ready just adjusting his red and gold embroidered sherwani for the last time. He smiled into the mirror seeing how dapper he looked. The wedding was to start in three and a half hours, giving Laila time to get ready and put on her heavy lehenga.

The weather in Udaipur was unbearable, making Henry want to take his sherwani off, sit in his underwear with the AC on. Everything was pinned, tied and knotted together making it a chore to take of and then, later on, put it back on so Henry grabbed a jug of water and some ice and started to drink to cool himself down. Laila, on the other hand, had just stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed. She slipped into her underwear and applied her body lotion before sitting on the chair letting the hairdresser do her hair.

Laila smiled, her heart filled with joy as she was excited to finally be marrying her one true love. This past year had been a long stressful year with her losing her grandmother, moving from Manchester to London. Apart from losing her grandmother, moving to London was great and gave her time to decorate their new home the way they wanted it. Henry had a busy year also, finishing shooting hos latest movie, planning other business adventures and charities he loved to spend time with and help.

Henry downed another glass of water sitting with his brother, dad, best man and his close friends as they all started to eat breakfast. Since dating Laila he has been exposed to a wide range of indian food. Sweet, savory, spicy and bitter and he at first wasn’t sure but as the weeks past his taste buds grew. He ditched the morning coffee for an aromatic cup of Indian chai filled with cinnamon and cardamom. Henry had to explain to everyone what they were eating which was puri and shaak ( deep fried bread with hot potato curry) a famous dish from the Gujarat region which Laila made once a month when it was her time of the month and cravings were on overdrive.

The hairdresser finished Laila’s hair which was tied up in fishtail plait and showed off the brown highlights through her black hair. The makeup artist finally arrived to glam her up before she could put on her outfit and have some food. She was starving and hadn’t eaten much since 10pm last night, still sitting in her chair getting makeup done her friends and family put on some music. They all danced and sung along, Laila joining in singing a few lines trying not to ruin the makeup.

It reached the two-hour mark. At Henry’s household, everyone had finished eating and were all taking pictures and what not before the cars finally arrive. A white Rolls Royce awaited for the groom and his best man while the others sat in a limo heading to the venue first. Henry looked in the mirror one last time, taking a selfie to show his bride later, he downed yet another glass of cold water before leaving the house and stepping into the car with his best friend. Henry leg shook with nervous and excitement through the whole journey to the venue, he could wait to make Laila his bride.

Finally, Laila was in her red and gold velvet lengha, her mum helped her put on the jewellery while her best friend put on her gold encrusted heels on her. Few pictures, selfies and group shots were taken before Laila’s mum handed her a box. Inside was her mum’s wedding chain which she wanted Laila to wear today. They cried, hugging one another before her mum put the chain on her smiling happily, overjoyed with the fact her daughter was getting married. After everyone was ready they left for the venue, Laila and her mum rode in a horse carriage to the wedding, it was fairytale like.

The car stopped, Henry looked outside the window smiling at how beautiful and grand the venue looked. Finally, he was going to get married to the girl of his dreams. Stepping out of the car, he looked ahead to the place, it was stunning. He remembered Laila dragging him to the 15th venue they had seen while on the hunt to find the perfect place when they stumbled upon this one,  they both fell in love with it in an instant. Henry put on his sunglasses as the sun shone brightly into his eyes, his best man took a picture of him outside the venue. Walking with his best man they passed a large water fountain, drums getting louder as they walked into the hotel where the wedding was taking place.

People had already arrived, having food, drinks and taking their seats. The guests talked amongst each other as music played in the background. Walking past the reception, dining area Henry was escorted out to the huge garden which was transformed for the wedding. It looked beautiful, gold and red chairs around, tables scattered with roses, and a band playing classical music. Henry smiled seeing the altar. It was a hand carved wooden altar dressed in white and red flowers. Inside was two golden chairs for the couple to sit and four other chairs for both sets of parents.

Smiling he took the scenery in, a tear ran down his face not believing in one hour he was getting married to Laila. Henry's parents walked towards him, giving him a huge hug, taking some pictures with him before giving him some last minute parental advice. Laila was still sitting in the horse carriage taking the long route to the venue, her mum talking to her, telling Laila how proud she is of her. They both had tears in their eyes as they hugged one another.

Laila finally arrived at the venue, everyone had now taken their seats. Henry was sitting at the altar waiting for the music to start and for Laila to walk down. Kuch to hai tujhse raabta ( There is some connection with you) started to play on the loudspeakers, signaling everyone to stand up. Henry was hidden by a long white cloth, as Laila walked through with her uncles next to her. Reaching the altar she stood in front of Henry who was still hidden and waited until the cloth was taken away. The cloth was removed and beaming smiles spread across both their faces. He couldn’t help but grin, mouthing ‘you look gorgeous,’ at her making Laila blush and everyone giggle seeing her face get red.

Flower garlands were exchanged between Laila and Henry before they sat in their seats waiting for the priest to carry on with the ceremony. Finally, it was time to go round the fire seven times. Henry’s dupatta and Laila’s were tied together as they walked around seven times as their family and few friends threw flower petals at them every round. The priest said some last words, making a little joke about keeping each other happy making everyone laugh including the bride and groom.

Now it was time for Laila and Henry to take blessings from both sets of parents. They went to Laila’s parents who grabbed them into a big hug crying at how beautiful they are together. Henry touched her parent’s feet for blessings letting them know he will be there for her no matter what. Then they slowly walked to Henry’s parents who hugged them Laila touching their feet for blessings.

Henry linked his hand with hers, holding onto her tightly as they walked to another part of the garden to take some wedding photos. The professional photographer followed them to the spot which was overlooking the pool and rest of Udaipur. They took a bunch of photos, each one Henry pecked her lips, over the moon he married his soul mate.

In the last photo, Henry wrapped his arms around Laila, his body on hers as they stared into one another’s eyes. Smiles appeared on there faces, eyes sparkling and Laila tiptoed to finally reach his lips and kiss them. Photos were done, now the couple had 30 minutes to breathe and be with one another.

“Hi Mrs Cavill,” Henry said, staring into his wife’s eyes with pure joy.

“Hello Mr Cavill,” Laila beamed giggling into Henry’s lips. It was nice the couple got away for a short time just to be with one another before going back to eat.

“Babe I got a surprise, here open the envelope,” he said, handing her a red envelope waiting to see her reaction when she finds out where they are going on a honeymoon.

“Is this where we are going,” Laila’s voice broke, eyes welling up as she slowly teared up the envelope. Inside were two-holiday tickets to Thailand, it was listed as one of Laila favourite destinations to visit. For three weeks they will be visiting Bangkok, Chiang Mai, and Puckett, Henry planning every detail of the holiday.

He smiled, moving closer to his wife and wiped a few tears that trickled down her face. Leaning down Henry kissed her lips ever so softly, before letting it get heated, tongues exploring each other’s mouths.  They rested heads against one another, overjoyed with happiness after years of being together Laila and Henry were finally married.

“Purple ranger, Henry where you been, people are waiting for you,” Laila’s best friend shouted, running up to where the couple were standing. She embraced them into a huge hug, Henry laughing at the fact his wife was called purple ranger since a little girl as she loved power rangers and the colour purple.

“We’re coming, just give us a few minutes,” Laila giggled holding onto her husband’s hand wanting to be alone with him a tad bit longer. She knew after the reception tonight they would be flying to Thailand for their honeymoon, but as a photographer she wanted to capture pictures of herself and Henry at this beautiful spot one last time before going inside to eat.

Laila waited until her best friend was out of sight before she kissed her husband roughly. They took some selfies together looking stunning in there Indian outfits. Henry kissed her again before looking down at her henna stained hands searching for his name among the intricate designs. He kissed her hands slowly exploring each finger, thumb, and palm to find where his name was. Laila giggled, watching him search sedulously. It took him awhile but he spotted it on the side of her first finger, his name, inside of a heart.

“I love your mehndi,” Henry spoke softly kissing her fingers, always fascinated with the intricate designs, he remembered his mother and sister having mehndi on their hands for a family wedding. “Wish you could keep it on all the time,” he said making Laila laugh

“Maybe I’ll need to keep an in house mehndi artist at home to forever do my hands,” she teased giggling at him biting down on her lip. Laila adored him for embracing her Indian culture, ready to have this giant Indian wedding and wear full Indian clothing. She embraced his English culture too by visiting his family for Easter and eating authentic British food from his mum.

“Can be arranged,” Henry chuckled leaning in to kiss her. Grabbing her hand in his they walked back inside to eat after hearing her stomach grumble the past few minutes. Henry and Laila walked inside the venue to the huge banquet hall where everyone was eating, talking and dancing to music from the live band.

They talked and hugged a few people on their way to the table every so often, one of them being teased and told an old story about their childhood making their faces turn red with embarrassment. Lunch was finally over, speeches had been said and a few group photos were taken before the couple finally walked out of the venue to the car waiting to take them to the place they were staying. Laila grabbed his face as soon as they left the venue and were long gone from family and friends. She kissed him hard, biting down on his bottom lip enjoying his stubble graze against her skin.

“We have hours before we have to get ready, let’s test the showers,” Laila giggled into his lips as she spoke, making Henry wink at her telling the driver to speed up so he wouldn’t have a boner forming.

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x indian reader

[reynie-muldoons]

'The Dance of the Celestial Orb' liveblog!

for real this time lmfao

book and show spoilers below

I'm ✨nervous✨ please let our children be okay

0:10 this Sticky arc hurts me so kuch

1:35 this music is BUMPIN

2:22 I just wanna know how she got under there without the dude seeing her

2:47 "all systems go" for the Improvement.... yikes 😬😬😬

2:55 she didn't wait even 5 seconds after they left, the door was still closing when she popped up 😂 can you imagine if one of them doubled back right at that moment

3:18 they look like the dudes from that veggietales movie, I think it was Esther- the island of perpetual tickling?? Anyone??? 😂😂😂

4:00 Kate vented.......

4:51 "not a rat" yeah no shit

5:07 if not for the suspense, I would be jamming out lmaooo

6:10 Mr. Benedict is looking at the shoreline, is he about to watch Kate dive in???? Because I mean that's where she's gotta be going

6:20 "memory challenges"? Is Rhonda talking about Milligan's amnesia, or has short term memory been affected as well??

6:29 .....thank you for answering so efficiently 😂

6:42 "I buy it. I completely.... buy it." RHONDA THAT'S NOT HELPFUL AHSKSHDJKD

6:56 can you imagine seeing your friend go down in a sub then hours later seeing the sub float up in fucking PIECES

7:06 KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE!

7:06 please let it be reunion time

7:25 oh hello that's a drop

7:38 *to the tune of Bezos I* come on Katie u can do it pave the way put ur back into it

7:51 she craves that mineral

8:06 Sticky, my child

8:20 oh my gosh they went out and LOOKED FOR HER I care them 😭😭😭

8:23 SHE KNEW HIS DREAM SHE KNEW HIS DREAM TELEPATH TELEPATH TELEPATH

8:34 STICKY STOPPPP

8:40 "jumping to conclusions is a failure of character" wow that really is something Curtain would say

8:52 angry Reynie. He is in rare form

8:54 "and you helped put her there!" OOOOOOOH I SCREAMED

9:03 "I shouldn't have yelled" okay but you kinda should have Sticky needs a wake up call

9:06 "dont apologize. I like this side of you." IS THIS THE START OF REYNIE AND CONSTANCE HAVING THE BEST SIBLING RELATIONSHIP

9:22 "if you really cared about me, you'd want me to be happy instead of standing there telling me who I am" oh Sticky my dude I am NOT digging the manipulation

9:36 Reynie pulling out the BFF card!!! Also Reynie digging in his feet because he knows he's right!!!! That's great setup for his arc as a strategist later

9:48 "I'm telling you, Kate's fine." Narrator: Kate was not, in fact, fine.

10:03 "they'll notice." Sticky has made one (1) good point.

10:11 oh dear god are they fingerprinting this bitch

10:19 all this equipment, has no one walked up to the cliff and looked down???

10:23 HAHAHAHA WAIT THEY ACTUALLY HAVEN'T

10:27 "we've been out here all night" that means Kate has been clinging to a cliff by her fingers and toes ALL NIGHT????

11:04 babe I know it's been a long night but maybe wait a second for them to actually leave before you climb back up

11:15 BUCKET NO

11:22 she has to go get it. There's no way someone wouldn't find that shit, it's in plain view

11:37 "WAS"???? WHY ARE WE SAYING WAS????? NO PAST TENSE HERE MILLIGAN'S FINE

11:43 "I only wish we could've known him better" NOOOPE NONONO WE'RE NOT DOING THIS

11:47 Rhonda back at it as the voice of reason!!!!!

11:59 "I have never met a more competent swimmer" throwback to "the baaAAAYYYY"

12:10 MR. BENEDICT'S FACE HAHAHAHA HOLD ON LET ME TAKE A PICTURE IM DYING

12:11 NUMBER TWO, NOT HELPING

12:14 RHONDA'S FACE HAHENDJDKDN

12:33 "we will go rescue him" because of COURSE he would

12:36 Rhonda is his best wingwoman omfg she's so consistent

12:54 MISS PERUMAL??????

12:56 MISS PERUMAL!!!!!!

13:00 SHE KNOWS HE'S RIGHT GAKSHDBDHEKSNND

13:09 "how hard can it be? It's an island!" PFFFFT

13:16 oh SQ baby boy please get out of there

13:25 "I certainly have my own suspicions" he said, looking at SQ why are you looking at SQ like that

13:31 SQ GET OUT OF THERE PLEASE IS2G

13:36 here we fuckin go

13:43 the captions have the f in forest capitalized like it's this special place

13:43 new hc that the Forest is a magical place like pixie hollow

13:57 TWO THINGS: 1. YES stand up for yourself baby!!!! 2. Shepard Quaid? Interesting! I don't think we ever got SQ's full name in the books, I hope TLS made that decision!

14:08 your "father hat"??? Oh my gosh shut the fuck up right there don't even continue

14:16 oh yeah real fuckin cute put on your "steward of this institution hat" and call that a good reason to be a shit person

14:43 "No." GOOD FOR HIMMMM GOOD JOB SQ

15:03 Kate's struggling right by the shore where a certain someone would be returning after a very hard swim, it would be a great time for a meeting wouldn't you think

15:09 KATE THE GREAT

15:11 "THE TRAPESE GODDESS" I WILL REFER TO HER AS NOTHING ELSE

15:26 sorry but that green screen of her falling was kinda funny

15:28 soooooo is someone, a very certain someone, gonna catch her...??????

15:36 YEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

15:43 IS THIS IT????@?@?!?

15:46 awww poor baby girl you can tell how tired she is

15:46 just putting this out there- they look so good in frame together

15:46 the actor who plays Milligan is fucking huge in stature so I wasn't sure how that would go but it looks so good

16:00 THE WAY HE'S LOOKING AT HER WITH HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER I CANT DO THISSSSS

16:20 "keep going." 😭😭😭😭😭

16:23 "you dont understand." Ohhhh I think he does

16:25 "I think I do." What did I tell you, he's got your back babygirl

16:45 I'm so glad she's talking this out, and with Milligan of all people

17:01 it makes so much sense for Kate to feel alone in that situation, and when Kate feels anything less than positive she goes and does something, whatever that something is.

17:05 "So.. I...." "fell off a cliff and nearly died." Thanks for putting things into perspective Milligan

17:05 Milligan is such a good dad stop

17:19 "most of the way" is an understatement LMFAO

17:29 I'm so glad we know the intimate details of Milligan's illustrious swimming abilities 😂 out of all the new things wfrom the show that one wasnt on my radar

17:52 leave it to Milligan to come up with an escape plan off of an island with no water vessel with four kids in tow

18:08 THEYRE SO CUTE 😭😭😭😭

18:08 lowkey I'm super surprised they didnt take this opportunity to have Milligan's arduous swim force his memories out and have the father daughter bonding time they deserve. I hope they give that moment ample time to flesh out.

18:13 BUCKET!!!

18:13 wait that shot is so artsy hold up lmfao

18:13 this looks like someone's photography final hahahaha

18:26 THE TENDER MUSIC STOPPPP 😭😭😭

18:41 Sticky is still on that jumping to conclusions bs he got from Curtain

18:44 WETHERALL'S WIDGET 😭

19:31 "Kate... she's in danger..." NO SHIT SHERLOCK

19:36 "and it's all because of me." Not just because of you but love to see you taking responsibility

19:52 once again I am asking WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS IN THE OPEN

20:26 "Kate. She has changed." "Not really. She's always been who she is." "Her clothes. She changed clothes." PFFFT HAHHAHA they really took a moment of self-reflection and made it so much better

20:55 AYYYYY KATE'S DEPENDENCY ARC CONTINUESSSSS

21:35 yikes yikes yikes

22:16 I love that Mr. Benedict got closure in telling Miss Perumal that her words stuck with him

22:40 the way she just knows Reynie took the position of leader 😭😭

22:54 SHE WROTE HIM A LETTERRR

23:02 "Would it be possible to get this to him?" Ma'am what part of undercover spy don't you get

23:54 it's still really weird that we are now in a position where Reynie is the one who is not trusted and Sticky is the one in Curtain's favor

24:13 and here we see Curtain's thinly veiled anger issues shining through

24:21 "the little things matter. Every minor detail, it all matters!" CALLBACK TO MR. BENEDICT TELLING THE CHILDREN THAT THEY ALL MATTER

24:55 "I can tell with complete accuracy when a person is lying." first of all, no. second of all, I cannot wait for him to talk to Constance.

26:33 why is Mr. Benedict graphically explaining the children's potential trauma so funny to me

26:40 "you're catastrophizing." "Yes. I am. Quite severely. Thank you." WHY IS THIS FUNNY

26:58 MADGE!!!!

27:16 she's so prettyyyyy

27:33 GOOD JOB MADGE!!!!!

27:36 wait did she just take the LETTER??? she's delivering the LETTER?????

28:05 WHAT DOES "OKAY FINE" MEAN??? REYNIE??????

28:22 it's sad because it's true 🥺

28:24 "I miss my teacher from the orphanage" the best lies are the ones rooted in truth 🥺🥺🥺

28:48 roll credits

29:16 Reynie honey Orion's Belt isn't on the ceiling

29:29 the way he was so confident that he had it right 😑 Curtain Stop Being a Pretentious Fuck challenge

29:52 our babygirl is so smartttt

29:55 did Milligan plant his prints 😳 oh no OH NO

29:57 MARTINA???? WHATSUEJHDKD

29:57 is this the replacement for when they pin cheating on her????

30:03 THE KEY CARD!!!!

30:11 MADGEEEE

30:21 "one attacked me as a small child" honey you are a small child

30:24 "it did not win," she said, smiling menacingly

30:40 "so we dance again" WHY DID THE MUSIC REV UP WHEN SHE SAID THAT HAHAHAHA

31:01 ✨woodworking is a passion✨

31:58 "was it functional?" "Well I guess that depends on how you define functionality" RHONDA'S FACE IN THE BACKGROUND HAHAHAHA

32:10 OH HEY MARTINA

32:17 wait 🥺

32:22 that has to be SQ :)

32:28 hi sweet boy

32:34 please tell me they did that shot of the sandwich because Madge is about to take it

32:39 LMFAOOOOO

32:44 hi good girl!!! Enjoy your snackies

32:50 oh god oh no the LETTER

33:25 oh wow we're doing this NOW??

33:52 and here we see another example of Curtain's thinly veiled anger issues bubbling to the surface

34:10 hey what if you uhhh weren't such an asshole

34:33 that man's voice is buttery

34:52 REYNIE'S TRYING TO TELL SQ????

35:02 and they're talking about this right in front of the office door, WHY??

35:24 AND THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT THIS RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE OFFICE DOOR, WHY????

35:55 he's letting him go 🥺🥺🥺🥺

36:14 why does that look like a body bag

36:17 oh my gosh it definitely is a body bag, hey Martina

36:25 yep, that's about what I expected

36:36 "whoever did this to me, they're gonna pay" oh girl do I have some bad news for you

37:12 ahhhh, so Martina is the burnt out gifted kid who keeps going out of spite and sheer force of will

37:12 everything makes much more sense now

37:30 ohhhhh my gosh feelings time

37:44 "I think it's awesome." "Yeah. I know you do." THE SHIPPERS ARE THRIVING

37:54 THEY REALLY WANT TO MAKE THIS AS PAINFUL AS POSSIBLE HUH

38:10 "it's the least I can do" that's an understatement 😬

38:14 AAWWWWW SHKSHSLSBDK

38:20 "I don't know what I'd do without you, Wetherall" STOPPPPP

38:30 HEY BUD UH MAYBE CLOSE YOUR DOOR???

38:38 he's been writing letters to her every night and now he finally gets one back 😭😭

39:34 so Miss Perumal wrote this letter with the intention of it being sent to him, right- why did she write it like that?? 😂

39:34 they've gone to such lengths to communicate in code but the letter kind of undermines that- it was written in such a way that an onlooker would know Reynie was a spy but wouldn't know what he was doing or why. No wonder SQ was pissed

39:41 KATE!!

40:10 BREAKING NEWS: local bastard man treats everyone like shit

40:15 ohhhhh SQ bud please be careful

40:30 "always have time for my son," he said in a clipped voice that implied that he does not have time for his son

40:35 ohhh he's getting RIGHT INTO IT HUH

40:41 you mean to tell me he's never asked about Mr. Curtain's work?? Ever???? Somehow that doesn't seem right to me

40:57 hey uh what if you didn't talk down to SQ at every opportunity

41:02 "would you care to reconsider that answer, son?" "No." DIG THOSE HEELS IN SQ!!!!

41:22 I'm really not digging that Curtain is using the guise of openly expressing his feelings to communicate his anger and his unasked question. Not cool bitch head

41:33 the fact that he didn't answer SQ's spoken question kind of also answers his unspoken question

41:45 "I knew there was something off about that girl. But espionage?" "How do you so convincingly fake a tetherball obsession?" I love that this entire conversation could be about Martina or Kate interchangeably

42:34 WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD

42:36 IF IT WAS THAT EASY TO FIND WITH BINOCULARS HOW HAD THEY NOT BEEN SPOTTED UP UNTIL THIS POINT?!!?#? HOW????

43:05 Kate advocating for Martina with the Society 🥺🥺 the interaction I didn't know I needed

43:58 "I definitely don't like to leave anything unfinished." "That's true, I've seen you eat." PFFFFT

44:05 YESS YOU GO STICKY USE YOUR ACCESS FOR PRIME INTEL

44:19 "well, you can't succeed without me, so..." baby girl you have no idea how right you are

44:28 please let that be Milligan PLEASE LET THAT BE MILLIGAN

44:32 YEAAAAAHHHHH

44:35 I simply adore him

44:45 "would you mind helping me down, please? I'm stuck." Your honor I would die for this man

44:54 oh shit, Martina's tryna sleuth it out herself.. this can't end well

45:04 is she about to find Kate's marbles or something?? Callback to the book?

45:26 the absolute MURDER in her eyes

45:31 FUCKIN YIKES

45:41 "the clothes of someone who had given up" ASEJDGEIDNDLFK

45:47 well that's not good

46:00 WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD

46:04 PLEASE let them be on their way already, please

46:14 THEY MADE A BLIMP????

46:17 Goodyear is QUAKING

46:35 why the fuck is Number Two in red, that's upsetting on principle

THEYRE JUST ENDING IT THERE???? goddamnit!!!!

How surreal is it that next week is the finale?? Idk if I'm ready for that????

#mbs disney+ #mbs liveblog #the dance of the celestial orb #the mysterious benedict society #charity's talkies

[ipkkndlovescenes]

Poolside/First Meeting

Unforgettable Moments of togetherness...

Chain, neend, Sukoon...Peace, sleep, and rest were all gone from his side but he was adamant to make her life miserable...La was right why was he giving so much importance to his employee?

Well, Khushi was way more than what La ever knew about.

Khushi was busy with her sister's birthday and eating cake after saying everything about these three heads Raksgus, and here he was calling her at this hour.

Love their expressions, she was stunned and he was amused like he found his way back home after losing it. Yes, he sent her "Baba Adam ke zamaney ka typewriter."..but Khushi if he sent a computer then you must have to have internet, printer, etc, etc...

He is clever as you don't have those...so Typewriter is good for you.

and as you took his sleep so now he had a plan to make you up all night with him as well. Early morning he is all set to see you again...

Arnav was still too naive to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad ones and magnifies the good ones and that thanks to this artifice people manage to endure the burden of the past. He will learn that later.

"Tumhare saath bitaye huwe pal yaad rehne lag gaye..." [ I started remembering the moment I spent with you]

Yeh Ishq hai, ya Kuch aur hai,

ya bas khali khali chor hai

One by one each moment reeled down the lane. Her falling down in his arms in Sheesh Mahal.

The photoshoot moment, his halted moment overseeing the beauty in front of him.

The rain and how he was holding her in his arms. He could hear her racing heartbeat along with his.

Well, he ordered after drinking his Haldi milk and diving into deep thoughts. But even after calling her, he couldn't stop thinking of her, tossing and turning was his fate now. He couldn't forget the curves of her lips, her eyes, her tears, the way she trembled within his arms in the rain. The worst was when he has it all in his mind, then he started to miss her badly as you can see the way he moves his eyes like he was even trying to hide these feelings from himself. Then he turned off the light being in denial or just to hide behind the darkness just to keep this secret.

The next morning, Khushi is in RM and just found out ASR is Anjali's brother. The astonishment with confusion is so visible on her face. Angel and demon (Anjali and ASR) lovely caption. According to Khushi Arnav is "Karva Karela" (Sour melon) and Anjali is surely a sweet sister. ..She guides Khushi to Arnav as always...

Khushi reaches her destination POOLSIDE where she will be residing forever no matter what and how the circumstances and her position will be but this will be their sacred place to cherish the divine proximity of each other. This is Khushi's second visit to RM but ASR is unaware that He will get that surprise after some moments, let's talk about Khushi's surprises one after the other.

She gets yet another surprise "LaadGovernor" is giving water to plants. Honestly, I never saw anybody looking so handsome watering plants. He turned and stumbled but did get successful to save her from falling even he was falling...and she saved him from falling even she was tripping...

Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey and here these two were holding each other again after the rainy night.

.RABA VE RABA VE RABA VE

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Index /Arshi Moments 

#arshi #arshipoolside #isspyarkokyanaamdoon #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #my ipkknd gifs #ipkknd #arnavsinghraizada #khushi kumari gupta #khushi #arnavkhushi

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Ok, im not feeling well but have some angsty *curls up in a ball while laying in the floor of my hide out*

"Don't make me lose my time with this. Go bother someone else. I have better things to get done."

Usually you would understand his reasons or even just smile at him in understatement.

But not today... all you wanted was just that Kai stoped just a little with his work to relax and just enjoy the little time you had of you guys anniversary, but he didn't even let you finish your question as he answered you harshly with that.

"Is it too much to ask for that you relax a bit? Just look at you, you're tense." You try to reason it.

He merely lifted an annoyed glance at you, cold and harsh just like his words.

"You're only worsening my case of health them if you keep prying like that."

That hurted. And even if you wanted to scream at that one, you still remained your compusture for his sake, and not to yell.

But this didn't mean that you would let it go...

"I only wanted to help Chisaki." You said between teeth, clenching your jaw even more at feeling the burn in your eyes "And also do you even remember what day i-"

"Just shut up." He threw his pen at his table with a growl while massaging his temples "Honestly, stop acting like a child and accept this for once, I am not going to comply to your stupid wishes." He said harshly, his words hurting more than he expected.

You felt a tear of yours falling from your eye as you breath in and out.

"You forgot what day it is today or something?" You asked, being completely ignored as he returned to writing "Kai. Please just liste-"

"Get out." He muttered darkly, making you wince but subsconciously mutter a question back at him.

"What..?"

"I said-" he lifted himself from his chair quite abruptly and pointed at the exit of his office " Get. Out. GET OUT OF HERE."

You stared at him in disbelief and sadness before breathing in again and nodding with a 'okay' before stopping by the doorframe.

"For your information, if it even its from your interest Overhaul." You grabbed the handle of the door before looking at him blurry due to your tears almost blinding your sign "Today was when we first met some years ago! And SOMETIMES PEOPLE JUST WORRY TOO MUCH ABOUT YOU! SO IM SORRY FOR BEING SUCH A PEST FOR WORRYINGOVER THE PERSON I LOVE DESPITE HIM DON'T GIVING A DAMN ABOUT IT!" You slammed the door before running out of the house, rubning furiously your eyes.

Stupid emotionless jerk! Why did you have to always be the smiling one anyway?!

~

He dropped his pen at hearing your last words and the furious 'slam' of the door before sighing in both annoyance and irritation...

Not at you.

Couldn't you just wait for a while? He was having a bad day already that all of his plans of making this day special had failed, more work was putted at his desk, and he just had to deal again with rappa wanting to 'defeat him', so he ended up fucking this day even more...

When he finished this he would apologize but for now he just couldn't... he had to calm down at least and let you cool your head as well.

~

You angrily walked past through the crowd of people as you sniffed and wiped your tears...

You glanced at some couples at the street, cringing at their touching and smilling lovely faces...

You sighed as you continue walking, while glancing behind you to comfirm that neither one of his precepts or even Chrono had spotted you lefting the base.

You just needed to be alone...

"My, my. Looks like I won the lottery." A man smirked down at your person while you merely stoped in front if him, preventing any possible bumping.

Ah no.

"Excuse me, but i am really not in the mood for talking." You said bitterly before trying to walk past him, but he suddenly grabbed your wrist and pushed you to a alley.

"Hey-! Let go of me!"

"Shut your fucking mouth little Overhaul's playtoy." The man growled with a sadistic smile while other two appeared right besides him.

You widened your eyes in horror, already understanding what this was about... this is what happened when you were too close with the members of the yakusa if you didn't were carefull...

Shit, that what was why Kai was so paranoid in the first place.

"Whatcha guys think? How much would that Overjerk pay to have this little thing back?" He smirked at both of his laughing partners.

Before you could even answer or understand what was going to happen you felt a sharp pain at the base of your neck before blacking out, the last thing you heard were those man laughter...

~

"Chrono? Have you seen (Y/N)?" Chisaki asked, hidding his worry before that stoic face of his.

He looked around the house for you for a bout a hour already, and no signs of your angelic persona...

"Not all day Overhaul. I'm sorry." Chisaki scoffed before he picked his cellphone and his worry and annoyance only grew even more at seing that you had no signs of it.

He tried calling for your number and lifted his eyebrows in sad shock that you had left your cellphone on the room.

"Mind me asking what happened boss?" Chrono asked, in pure sympathy and worry for his childhood friend.

"I had a fight with her. Nothing big about it."

"Right." Chrono said sarcastically.

He knew Chisaki for years already, and could see the pain and dare he say some soreness and regret in Kai's eyes. It was a rare sign, but it happened.

After all, you were truly special to him, anyone in the base could tell that, but only the ones who knew Chisaki could see how infatued and passionate he was with you.

"Overhaul?" Mimic's voice ringed, breaking both men's thoughts as Chisaki coldly stared at the man down, offering him the phone.

"There's this dude on the line wanting to talk about bussines with you."

"Say to them I'm busy." he growled in response as he tried again to think where would you have gotten.

Mimic spoked back before widening his eyes and looking at his boss with a certain uneasiness.

"Uh. Overhaul its REALLY important this one." Mimic said offering the phone again.

Chisaki lifted one of his eyebrows befkre sighing in annoyance and harshly grabbing the phone.

~

You gasped for breath the koment your head was oushed back out of the water. Coughing hysterically before finally gaining back the precious air in your lungs again.

The man laughed while holding his phone before looking at you for a moment, you not even noticing that he had aproached.

"Say sweetcheeks. How much will that leader would pay to have you back huh? Millions? Billions?"

You looked at him in rage and disgusted thorigh your blurry vision, thinking thorugh a moment.

He couldn't know that you were special for Kai, so you had to play a game for him to at least ease down his plan or even just to peace the yakusa for at least.

You pretended to laugh bitterly, not noticing due to your exaustation the phone close to your mouth.

"You're expecting way too much. Him? Overhaul care for me? He wouldn't even slare a single yen at me. Trust me. I'm just to show..." the guy didn't seemed pleased T your answer befkre he brought his phone close to his ear before comanding to take you out of there and chain you up.

"Have fun with her." He sadistically laughed and you merely gave out, feeling you being dragged to the wall...

~

"You're expecting way too much. Him? Overhaul care for me? He wouldn't even slare a single yen at me. Trust me. I'm just to show..."

He gripped at his shirt, just where his heart was... cringing in disgust at himself.

Did you really felt that way? Did you really thought that he cared so little for you?

"So that's what the chick said. But my mans here are going to have a bit of fun until you decides how kuch you're willing to pay us to have her back, or we can have her all to ourselves and we won't ever bother ya Overhaul."

He gripped his cellphone in a deadly grip before growling animalistic.

"Count. The fucking. Seconds." He threw it the ohone at the wall, making Chrono and Mimic to widen his eyes before wincing at the shout he gave them to follow him.

"I want all the eight precepts of death. On that damn place. No one will be spared on this genocide, but the responsible one is mine. Got it?"

"Yes master."

~

You cried out in pain at feeling both a burning cigarette in your upper warm while the painful cut down your jaw.

"I will give you one more chance miss. What are Overhaul's possesions and plans with the other minor gangs?"

You cried before looking at him and shouted with both anger and frustation.

"I already said I don't know! He doesn't let me know of those things!"

The worst part of this it was that half of it was true. But the little you know you wouldn't te anyway.

The guy tsked, aproaching at you, hanging from the wall by those chains, grabbing on your chin and lifting it up to meet his disgusting face.

"Such a pretty creature like ya shouldn't be in the hands of such a mobster ya know? Why won't you just-" he aproached his face closer to you before you spited on him, receiving a kick on your gut as a punishment.

The guy wiped it off with a maniac laugh and looked at you smilling sadistically.

"I like you. A feisty one." He aproached at you before lifting his hand, ready to slap it.

"But I guess you need some leasons to quiet do-" he suddenly stopped at hearing the wall falling and a bunvh of his subordinates screams.

You oppened one of your eyes weakly and mentally thanked the heavens at seing the sign in front of you.

The eight precepts of death... Kai must have sended them...

Suddenly your chains were cutted at you fell miserably on the ground, face planted on the old floor as you tried to get up to see what was going on.

You felt a hand checking your pulse before you heard Kurono's voice shouting that you were still alive.

You couldn't even answer Hari's or even Mimic's question at the time, all the energy you had, you used to lift your head and to focus on the sign in front of you.

Your boyfriend had aproached the man and punched from behind, making the guy fall in the ground... but he didn't stop on there. He continue kicking and lunching while screaming animalistic at the now unrecognizable face of your captor... broken nose and blood spilled on it.

Chisaki stopped suddenly, only to grab the man by the hem of his shirt and lift him up tl the air, extending his other bare hand before overhauling the guy only to out it back to do repeat his actions.

Before you knew it, you had used the remains of your strength to lift yourself up weakly... not catching what neither of the man around you were saying...

"..K... Ka..." you weekly whislered before managing to take one or two shaky steps...

You had lost a lot of blood... and you were all beaten up already... but you had to get to him...

When Kai overhauled the guy for the fifth time he noticed your shaky figurine aproaching him... his wide golden eyes meeting your weak yet beautiful (E/C) ones...

You smiled at him before muttering your last words before giving in your exaustation.

"You came for me..."

His shouts for your name and the feeling of his warm arms enveloping your frame,preventing you to fall, were the last thing you could cat h it for that day...

~

"M-Master Overhaul, She's in a very critical state, I wouldn't recommend you to use your quirk... at least not yet, just wait until she regains her conciousness and some of the blood... but I don't think that it will... w-well, be soon..."

He nodded numbly, eyes still focused on your figurine on the bed... all patch it up.

"Dismissed." He ordered bitterly. The koment the old man left the room he took a seat close to your bed and took your hand on his.

"...angel. Those sick people are going to pay. I promise... but... even if you only come back to despise me, to shout at me... please do it... just come back..." he felt the disgusting warm liquid slide from his eyes and fall into your hand.

"I-I can't... don't go now... angel, please..." he shakily lowered his head while bringing your much smaller hand betwen his glived ones up.

"Please don't leave me in the dark.... you're the only reason why I see light in this miserable life of mine... just..." he sobbed while gripling into your hand tighter "Come back...please just come back..."

~

You groggily opened your eyes, trying to focus your sign to at least have a understatement of where you were at the moment.

First you felt the comforting sheets beneath your palm... the fluffiness of the pillow you were laying on... the feeling of something sticking through your skin and veins... then finally noticing the machine monitoring your heartbeat with the constant beep and the half bag of blood hanging above you.

Ah.. now you remembered...

You winced when you tried to move, with a lot of force you manage to at least lay your back on the matress and stare at the window at your side.

It was a... rather beautiful day outside....

You took another look in the room and immediately relaxed at noticing it was one of the yakuza's house rooms you were in...

You heard the muffled voices of both Pops and Chrono soeaking aling with some steps.

"Kai please my boy, you haven't eaten nothing for at least three days straight. Only getting out of that room to shower."

"I can look at them while you take a break Chisa-" both voices suddenly stopped... you guessed it was because Kai had sended them a glare.

You smiled weakly yet worriedly... how long did you slept?

"We will bring something for you later then. Come Kurono." The elder spoked before you heard the sigh of your boyfriend before creaking the door open.

... dear god...

He looked... horrible. Bags under his eyes... he surely had losted more weight and to complete that tired... defeated, depressed look on his eyes.

He was constantly looking at the ground, still not noticing you were awake still.

He closed the door before locking it, hitting his forehead shortly after with a sigh.

"K... Kai?" You manage to croak out, making him jump before he abruptly turned his chest to you.

His eyes were wide open as he stared at you... disbelief clearly on his face.

You weakly giggled before forcing out a few more words.

"H-How long did I-" befire you could even finish your sentence Chisaki just walked to you and beought you to a crushing hug, yet still carefull with the neddles.

He breath in your scent before shakily sighing, it was not only fine woth him because he was always monitoring your cleaning abits while unconscious, but the kist important of all.

You were there. You were here. Breathing. Talking.

"K-Kai?"

"My angel..." he sighed in relief, still not believing that he was crying tears of joy "For a second I thought that... that I had..."

"No... I am going to be a pain in your ass forever." You giggled at your own joke but immediately stopped at seing the... defeated and hurted look of your boyfriend.

He grabbed your fa e between his gloved ones before nuzzling his covered nkse in your head.

"I am such a fool... I heard all of what you thought I think of you... angel Im so sorry, I should never had let out my frustations on you, I did know what day was I swear on my soul but I just had to finish those things before I could even-"

"Kai, its okay." He looked at you in disbelied but still broke st that sweet smile of yours.

"I was pretending... I know how much you care love, you never fail to make me see that..."

He shook his head abruptly before he grabbed your hand harshly and aimed at his own head.

"No. You can't just forgive me that easy. Please angel, I hurt you, I was the responsible for this. Just hit me with all you've got... I deserve worst..."

You went to deny but he just keep pressing your palm against his covered cheek over and over again.

"Do it. Its a order." He growled before he let go of your hand and closed his eyes, already expecting.

You simply stared at it... before you sighed and simply pressed gently your palm against his cheek and carresed your thumb gently his cheek.

He widened his eyes while furrowing his eyebrows, looking at you as you trailed your hand up to his hair.

"Why should I..?" You smiled sweetly at him, nlt stoping your gsntle actions.

"Stop this..." he said shakily, gripping the bedsheets and onto his leg. "Stop acting like none of that happened. I am the responsible for this." He growled while finally managing to look at your eyes.

"Stop being so kind goddammit... not with me... not with me out of all people in this sick planet..."

"... why should I stop?" You trailed your hand down his jaw again, catching the hate towards himself on his eyes.

"I just sayed it. Don't play dumb with me..."

"I'm not..." you sayed softly.

"Stop." He said shakily, not flinching away from your hand since he was craving it for two three days already.

"I love you... thank you for coming back to rescue me."

"Stop this dammit!" He said sternly before rubbing one of his eyes intensely "I can't understand you... I can't."

He rested his head in your shoulder while you smiled at his action, despite the sadness, and hugged hin tight ignoring the pain.

"Don't be so kind-! Dammit... I can't understand you (Y/n)... why this had to hurts so much...?" He got up to craddle your face between his hand after he took his mask off and stared deel at your soul.

"Why? After all I've done?"

"... I love you. Simple as that."

He breath in shakily before crashing his lips in yours, not even thinking straigjt, just wanting to feel you against him...

"Angel... my angel I swear on my soul that I love you so much more." He said between kisses, he trailed from your mouth to your cheeks, nose, chin and for last your forehead...

You smiled in pure joy... despite the pain..

The devil smiled teary back before returning his actions... after all, he almost losed his angel,.. so he was going to show, despite feeling slightly embarrassed and uncomfortable at first, his precious little piece of heaven how important she was to him.

"W-Wait don't you have to wor-" he muffled your words with a deep kiss before murmuring in your cheek lowly before returning his assault to your lips.

"Screw work."

#overhaul x reader #overhaul scenario #overhaul headcanons #fanfic overhaul #overhaul #chisaki kai imagine scenario #kai chisaki x reader #chisaki kai x reader #kai chisaki #chisaki kai #bnha chisaki #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #bnha characters #bnha villains #bnha #bnha imagines #my writing #zuffer writings

[leila1]

OS: Cursed

Aik din hum wohi ban jaate hain jin se hum nafrat karte hain

–Main Hoon Na

" you are nothing but a characterless woman, who only knows how to trap rich men!"

He still remembered the day when he had insulted her, the damned day when all he did was spit venom at her. But that was what Arnav Singh Raizada was made of. 

Collateral damage followed by unavoidable regret. 

Wasn't he known for his logical strategies and smart planning? What had happened then? That day it wasn't the Arnav Singh Raizada that the world knew for his foresight but a monster unleashed. 

Why was she surprised, isn't that what he always did? Hurting everyone, specifically her, around him as he pleased?

"No you listen to me!" he wouldn't let her speak not even a word.

He had had enough and those fake tears of hers would do no good.

Only if he had let her speak that day, only if he had given her a chance to explain. 

Arnav Singh Raizada never made quick and irrational decisions but that day he did, perhaps the most irrational decision of his life, to separate his wife from his existence. He never the one to apologize but that day he did something that he was ready to apologize every single moment till eternity, he would hold his ears, fold his hands, and even go on his knees.

Anything.

Anything to bring back the old Khushi, the girl he fell in love with. The girl who fell from the ramp, only to land in his arms with a trembling face, shivering body, eyes moist ready to tear up. She never cried anymore. Neither had she trembled, no longer did she smile, all traces of expression drenched from her.  Ironically she had become the opposite of her name. 

Khushi Kumari Gupta had been replaced with Mrs Arnav Singh Raizada, not the chirpy girl that used to brighten his day but a wife of a businessman who attended charity functions, and did everything for the sake of reputation. 

______________

He couldn’t a remember a time when his life wasn’t a mess.  And he had no one to blame but himself. 

It has been five years since that damned day but it still hurt like a fresh piece of glass cutting into skin. 

Sipping his morning coffee while staring out the huge French doors, leaning against the walls, piercing rays reflecting on the blue water, Arnav began his thinking process all over again like every single day.

What do I do? What can I possibly do make everything the way it was?

He felt stabbed, pierced and torn. But did any of that matter now? Did he even suffer the fraction of her pain? It was nothing compared to the torture he had single-handedly inflicted upon her. 

A tear rolled down as he took the next sip, helplessness traveling through his veins.  It felt like nothing was in his control anymore, it felt like Khushi has become a stone, nothing would make her react. As if life had become a mechanical routine. 

He didn't know what was worse: he was the reason of her current state or that she had become what he used to be once, heartless, emotionless, distant and isolated.

Perhaps this is what she meant by when she said money can't buy happiness.

What was the meaning of all this money when he didn't have the happiness of his life? His Khushi? She was here but not here,  getting through life on survival mode. 

Not even her favorite delicacies made her smile, she would only eat them upon family’s insistence but the magic was missing.  Love was not something she was familiar with, not anymore just like he was once upon a time.

She filled his life with color, in return he robbed hers. 

Khushi entered the room silently and placed the folded clothes in the closet, her side of the portion which resembled to his now, was replaced from the vibrant hues to the plain pastels.

He turned around and stared at the robotic figure in front of him.

Her back was facing him, long black tresses up to her waist were held back by a few pins at the back of her head. She no longer wore the bangles whose noise was melody to his ears or her signature jhumkas that would sparkle and convince him of her presence even at a distance.

His heart wrenched at the sight his eyes witnessed. This is not the woman he fell in love with. Why had she changed so much? Was his love not enough for her to come back to her old self ?

"Khushi promise me you will never stop loving me" he asked holding her hand in his

"I won't I promise"

"promise me you wont change"

"I won't change but time will"

Her eyes started to well up and he did not understand what brought on the sudden shift. 

Today he understood the weight of her words. 

He placed the half empty cup on the table beside the recliner and moved towards the closet.

He held her by her wrists as she began to slide the doors close and brought her towards the bed ignoring her questioning gaze.

For the first few minutes she kept looking at his hands that still held her wrists, in anger, confusion or to avoid his gaze he did not understand.

Not being able to hold it any longer he asked

" kuch maangoon ga to do gi?"

He asked directly looking into her eyes with the burden of guilt and her miseries his shoulders slumped in an early defeat. 

"kia chahiye" 

Her monotonous voice lacked the chirpiness he desperately missed. She had been reduced to a corporate wife. 

"mujhe Khushi chahiye" he spoke as his grip on her hands grew tender, the sincerity in his voice more apparent. 

"Khushi Kumari Gupta" he whispered, his voice sounding hoarse and broken, lined with desperation. 

Her love wasn’t gone, but something had been lost within her. She couldn’t give him what she didn’t have. 

It felt like an era had gone by since she heard her complete name, that she once flaunted with pride. Khushi’s identity had been crushed by the weight of Mrs Arnav. 

An unfamiliar flame of warmth lit in the corner of her heart and she finally decided to look into those pools of brown.

"Kia tum mujhe wohi purani wali Khushi de sakti ho?" 

It was more of a  plea than a question, a prisoner desperate for freedom. 

A tear rolled down her cheek  and his eyes welled up seeing a glimpse of the girl who still had his heart. The same girl who filled every part of his day with her chatter and memories. 

A flame of hope ignited somewhere in the existence of Arnav Singh Raizada and he felt a gush of faith run within him. Maybe God was there after all and miracles did happen. 

#arnav singh raizada #khushi kumari gupta #oneshot #writing #arshi #ipkknd #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #os: cursed

[shyampyari]

1/4/23/28/30 ! For the ask game

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

More cereals. I live for the crunch (till it's still there)

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

I don't drink a lot of tea but I'm a coffee how. I love herbal tea and lemon tea and my mom mostly makes those for me. For coffee I make this paste (with coffee, sugar and some water) and it can be stored in fridge for around a week and I could just enter the kitchen anytime of the day and THE COFFEE MONSTER NEEDS HER- oh, there it is.

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

Sing or sketch. If im done with those I'll prolly bake. Growing up, my mom was very strict about wasting time and every time she would spot me doing nothing, she would give me something to do or probably just tell me to study. So every time, even now, if I'm doing nothing, this invisible force comes and smacks my head and goes 'kuch kaam karo, nalayak'

28: sunrise or sunset?

Sunset. It holds a promise, some hope too. Like telling you, 'today was done and you would not have to do it again ❤'

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

Ok so around this time last year, my brother's school sent these medical forms that required him to get an immunity injection. Every student from his grade was supposed to get that injection. My parents could not get it done that weekend so I had to get him the injection before class on Monday ( my coaching is in his school campus and the school is a 10 min walk from the hospital). It started off fine, I had around 45 min to get to my class and we were pretty early at the hospital so there was no rush.

My brother didn't even flinch at the injection (he is 8) and while I was looking for the report in my bag so the doc could sign it, my brother pulled me by my elbow and went 'my head hurts, I might throw up' before I could ask him what's wrong, he fainted in my arms (he kept saying 'didi' like I were going away from him). I started panicking in the worst possible way I could imagine. The nurse came to me and took him inside and gave me something to drink (apparently I was having a panic attack and I didn't notice I wasn't breathing). The other women around me tried to console me and then it hit me, how am I going to tell mom?( I mentally started chanting krishna's name and wishing this was just a dream)

I ran inside, people stopped me but I did anyway. Some people yelled at me and the other where yelling at the people yelling at me. My brother was seated on a bed, his oxygen level was being check, but he conscious again.

Apparently his blood pressure had fell severely. He had not eaten his breakfast properly and that did go well with the injection.

I dropped him home, decided he deserves to rest after this. He had cried in my arms after the nurse left him but I cried HARDER.

The sheer terror that I felt in that moment, I don't think I've felt something like that ever before or after. Watching a part of my heart pass out in front of my eyes probably the scariest thing that I could happen to me.

Thanks for the ask❤

[sadly-too-sad]

A SCROOGE UNCHANGED.

Don't read this unless you're a racist. Read this if you are ready to judge people.

I hope you know Scrooge, the protagonist of the novel 'A Christmas Carol'. If you don't know the character, please be judgemental for a minute. Just like judging a book by its cover accept my words in the worst way possible. Scrooge is a cold-hearted miser who despises Christmas. Author Charles Dickens has clearly elaborated the characteristics in the beginning of the story. He also says, "The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice."

Simply, Scrooge is someone who you would never leave your pet or kid with.

Anyway, the reason why I mentioned 'Scrooge', was to give a brief about myself. I'm no different to Scrooge. Just like you. "Wait, what.?"

Okay.! Let me explain.

I would not say that I am a Prince Charming from Cinderella or the Beast from, yes, you know... Beauty and the Beast. I'm not even a Shrek nor an Aladdin. "They are so basic. I know I am cooler than them". 'Wait.! Cooler than them?' How could you compare and why would you look down on other characters/ people.? This is where rule number 1 pops in. Be judgemental. If you want to understand every point, you have to read this and feel things from all 6 sides. The reason why, is because, you can't see the 7th side, which is the "inside".

I'm writing this for the people who can hear things differently. Honestly, I wish none of you were sad because I've never felt happy for a very long time. Yes, I did start the typing in an amoral way because you're not judgemental enough. And I want you to know, don't fall for emotional writings because you are assigned to do something. JUDGE.!

I'm a racist. Just like you.

I didn't want to become this person but my life took me here. I was a cool kid as far as I know. I enjoyed the sunny skies and glittering stars. I'm a music lover, a movie freak and a dreamer who wanted to go to Hogwarts. I remember the days I played Super Mario and spent time reading books. I can't forget how my life upgraded, and switched my gameplay to CS 1.6, Underground 2, GTA and so on.

I was a racist ever since. I was choosy and picky. I always wanted the best in every game. Winning was the only option I loved. I remember the Subaru and Fairlady I had. I've killed people in the most crucial ways in Vice City and San Andreas. I was a racist but I didn't know who to kill in the game because not everyone who were in suits had cash and not every gangster ran without shooting back at me.

I didn't know about liquor nor weed or any other drug. But I knew "COME FLY WITH ME" and "CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG." I've screamed with Celine Dion, I've watched Jack freeze in front of Rose and I've said "Kuch Kuch Hotha Hai" more than a thousand times.

I wanted an owl so badly just because I've never seen such thing like Hedwig ever before. I ate "Gotu-kola" because of Popeye and I watched a Coyote chase an ostrich who was a Road Runner and I've laughed at a cat named Tom who always failed but never gave up.

I've done all these and the racist within me never showed up in real life until one day...

How did things change? And what was that day?

With the flow we grow. Pets, food, friends, skipping school, visiting friends' houses, secret night outs... Life was cool and at the best part of my life, I fell in love.

Well, love is beautiful at first. I'll not say anything else because that's what made me a racist. It wasn't love at first sight. Nope. I wasn't that dude. The story was completely different and I won't spend time explaining about it. Instead, I'll explain about my racism.

I loved my friends and I miss them. I regret not knowing what love was. And I wonder why I fell in love. I blame myself for not being picky. Sounds selfish, right?

Well, call me that but I'd rather be happy being selfish without a broken heart.

I have these flashes in my life, the days I smiled, the days I laughed and the days I skipped tuition classes. They were cool. Love was new but it was cool too. I'd never blame my partner but I blame myself for not knowing how to choose. Basically, my forever wanted her forever, but her forever had different plans. I went beautiful roller coaster rides after the break up as it was my first time I felt something like that. That was the point I got to know about the cheat codes in real life. That was the point I started flying without CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG nor COMEFLYWITHME.

I've cried thinking I wasn't good enough. I've stayed up all night for a text. I couldn't run back to my old school friends as they were too far away from me. My new friends didn't know me enough. We didn't have a history nor I wasn't the best at opening up to everyone. I've drunk water but I've drunk more liquor last year. Growing up hits hard. Instead of sunny skies and glittering stars, my eyes saw blurry nights and attendance sheets with less than 80%. I saw Ds and Fs. I didn't live, I just survived. I remember those days, I didn't ask for happiness, I just wanted less pain. It was the point where I learned that happiness is an emotion. It comes and goes. It can't be a life goal.

I was a racist when I was a kid but not real life. I trusted people. I've trusted words. But now I trust vibes. I trust actions and mindsets. It would great if I could peek into your music playlist. I would be more than happy to know what sports and movies you like. I don’t want to know your history, but I wish I could know which way you’re heading towards. Luckily I was born Sri Lankan and I was blessed to learn all three languages. And of course, Naruto and Pablo Escobar did some justice too.

I don't know you, but I want to know your mindset. I'm not afraid of people but I fear love. I was lost, going nowhere. I wish I had Jack's compass to see what I needed the most... I won't regret my space tours nor snake rides and accidents because, now, I'm a racist. I choose people and I label them under the mindset.

I can't afford love as I'm already broken. But I can share good vibes if you're a good person.

I hope you won't waste your love language over people who won't speak it back to you. And I hope, you get the best of all the things you give. You deserve the love, honesty, joy and hope you give to this world.

Stay blessed.

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Cheers.

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[thesas29]

Here and there at Kuching Sarawak...

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[beautyofnight]

Ice Cream {Hrithik/Tiger}

Based on Hrithik's comment: ['kal raat main bed mein laita howa tha ice cream khah raha tha. Maine Tiger ko phone kiya ke woh kya kar raha hai toh usne kaha main bed mein hon, ice cream khah raha hon. We both were feeling same things'.]

"Main abhi bed mein ice cream khah raha tha, feeling happy about movie. Tu bata kya kar raha hai?"

Few seconds of silence.

"Jai?"

"Main bhi bed mein leta howa hon aur ice cream khah raha hon."

A few seconds silence on Hrithik's side.

"We both are feeling the same things then." Hrithik says in joking manner but Tiger feels himself going red and melting. Only if he knew what feelings Tiger was feeling while thinking about the movie. Taking another scoop in mouth he just hums.

"It feels great, haina? Movie itni successful hogayi."

"Woh toh honi hi thi, aap jo ho esme." Hrithik allows himself to feels blush as no one is there to watch him. He thought maybe afterall this time he might get used to Tiger's genuine praises but they still have a certain affect on him.

"Kyunki hum dono hain esme." He corrects Tiger and can hear his shy smile over the phone and it makes Hrithik smile too warmly.

There is a pause for few seconds as both of them take another scoop and hear each other eat ice cream and in that moment Hrithik does not feel alone, he only wishes he could see Tiger too but he banishes that thought. That young man truly admires and loves him and he is the one person Hrithik cannot dream of hurting. Sometimes when it gets too much he would succumb to harmless flirting just to see him blush, the way his eyes would drop, that shy smile playing on his lips, hands would fidget - so many times Hrithik had to control himself from reaching out and taking his hand.

He tried to stop, he did but then he saw how Tiger would feel low and would start to wonder if he made a mistake and Hrithik's heart would feel a tug. So trying to put his feelings aside he tried his best to be there for Tiger.

"Kya soch rahe hain?" That sweet, shy voice breaks his chain of thoughts. For a second he wants to tell the truth.

"Kuch khaas nahi." And Tiger believes him. He loves and hates how much just this guy trusts him. At such moments Hrithik wants to shake him up and scream 'stay away from me. I am nothing but trouble, I'm not worthy of your trust and love.' But he is a weak human being so each time he gets even a slight attention from Tiger, he drinks on it like a thirsty man searching for water for years.

A sudden sob threatens to choke out of him causing Tiger alarmed.

"Kya howa, aap theek ho?"

"Haan... Ice cream went into wrong pipe." He manages to keep his voice from shaking.

"Please araam se khao, apna khayal rakho. Mujhe aise mat darao please." And moments like this make Hrithik want to do something impulsive. Its good Tiger isn't here right now or else he would have done something impulsive like holding him tight and kiss him senseless.

Clearing his throat, Hrithik takes few breaths as Tiger listens to him.

"Aap theek ho?"

"Haan." He coughs and tries not to let another sob out.

"Konsi ice cream khah rahe ho?"

Tiger notices something is off but he accepts the question.

"Double chocolate, chip cookies." Hrithik goes still as he watches ice cream tub on his bed.

"I don't believe you."

"Kyun?" He can hear the cute pout and it makes him smile.

"Main bhi wohi double choco chip khah raha hon." Tiger smiles shyly.

"Ajeeb itefaaq hai." Tiger replies back after taking another bite.

"Itefaaq yaan phir..."

"Yaan phir?"

"Kuch nahi... chodo."

"Main aapko copy nahi kar raha." Hrithik tries to stifle his laughter.

"Maine aisa toh nahi kaha. Main toh yeh soch raha hon ke main tumhe copy kar raha hon." Tiger blushes at this and Hrithik smiles widely at this.

Only Hrithik keeps wishing if he could see him right now. Maybe Tiger was really reading his mind because he hears shuffling and before he could ask, he recieves a picture of Tiger hugging his ice cream preciously with a spoon in his mouth.

Hrithik's breathe catches in his throat and the things this picture does to his mind, it's good thing Tiger isn't in front of him right now.

"Kya howa? Picture achi nahi lagi?" Oh... well, two can play this game then.

"Bohut hi achi hai, aur spoon toh kitni fit lag rahi hai." Tiger goes into a coughing fit realising what he means and Hrithik laughs loudly.

Tiger tries to recover from the coughing fit while Hrithik laughs loudly, hearing that carefree laugh Tiger's heart skips beat or two. It's rare when Hrithik laughs like this and he feels special to have caused.

"Aise haste ho toh bohut ache lagte ho." As soon the words are out Tiger wants to hang up and Hrithik finds himself blushing all over again. What is with this guy keep making Hrithik blush.

"Sorry... I didn't mean..."

"Toh matlab main acha nahi lagta."

"Nahi ache lagte ho, bohut zayada." Shit, shit, shit. What the hell Tiger is doing. Ice cream is freezing his brain slowly for sure otherwise he wouldn't be throwing truth so carelessly at Hrithik.

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[willsherjohnkhan]

The English Savage

Chapter 1: A Rude Awakening

***

SOMEWHERE DEEP IN THE JUNGLES OF SARAWAK - BORNEO

Molly’s eyes fluttered open, still feeling like she was emerging through a foggy haze. Her mind filled with images she was unable, or unwilling to process.

“Now that you’re awake, perhaps you’d like to explain what it is you’re doing back here?” the baritone voice snapped with undisguised irritation.

Molly bolted upright, the sudden movement causing her head to spin.

Or maybe the curly haired man with piercing blue/green eyes standing over her wearing nothing more than a purple loincloth was the cause.

***

Chapter 2: Into the Unknown

***

LONDON – TWO WEEKS EARLIER

Molly Hooper checked her bank balance once again, and winced. It wasn’t that doing a medical degree and student debt didn’t go hand-in-hand. But it was clear her savings, such as they were, were in desperate need of a cash injection. And the types of jobs she usually took on over term break were not going to cut it.

Scrolling through an Employment Agency’s online job listings for temporary positions, one advert in particular caught her eye.

WANT AN ADVENTURE?

Intrigued, her eyes skimmed through the details and requirements of the position:

Proficient with analog camera... Bring own equipment... Valid passport... All travel expenses paid... Generous pay... Apply to K. Riley on...

Not giving herself time to think things through, Molly grabbed her mobile and entered the number given.

After two rings the phone was answered, “Kitty Riley.”

“Hello, my name’s Molly Hooper. I’m calling about the job advertised on...”

***

KUCHING, SARAWAK, BORNEO – TEN DAYS EARLIER

From the moment she knew she had the job, and her employer, none other than Kitty Riley, the renowned freelance investigative journalist, Molly had done her best to get to know Kitty Riley a little. But Kitty made it clear this was a business arrangement only, she wasn’t looking to make friends.

‘Fair enough,’ Molly thought to herself. So instead she tried to find out more about the assignment that had brought them here.

“So how was he discovered?” Molly asked, genuinely curious.

Kitty didn’t respond immediately, she preferred to keep such details of her investigations close to her chest. But seeing how eager Molly was she eventually relented giving a few scant details. “A couple of environmentalists were in the jungle to assess the effects of climate change on the rainforest,” she replied.” And they apparently just stumbled upon him.”

“Wow!” Molly breathed. “Who would believe Tarzan really exists.”

“Who,” Kitty queried, clearly confused.

“You know, Lord Greystoke. Tarzan of the Jungle, the character created by Edgar Rice Burroughs,” Molly explained. When Kitty still looked at her uncomprehendingly Molly muttered, “Never mind.”

*

While Kitty went out to meet up with the two young men she’d made contact with to be their guides, Molly took the opportunity to leave the hotel and meander along the Kuching Waterfront esplanade that included a number of food stalls and restaurants.

After awhile she found the humid climate a little overpowering after the cooler weather of London, and gratefully sank down on one of many benches, all of which had excellent views of the surrounds.

*

Returning to the hotel just as the rain began falling heavily Molly found Kitty in the company of two young men who were introduced as Umar and Zikri

*

During the week they spent in Kuching they bought supplies that included not only camping gear and a well stocked First Aid kit, but also a number of gifts, to bribe any Natives willing to give information on the whereabouts of the Englishman.

The time was also used so that Kitty and Molly could acclimatise themselves to the weather.

Kitty spent her free time focussing on the assignment, double checking her notes, and checking to see if any further information had become available before they headed out.

Molly spent time getting to know Umar and Zikri who were students like her, but their interest lay in becoming Ecotourism Operators. They were using this opportunity as a trial run of sorts into what they hoped to do full time once they’d raised enough money.

***.

SARAWAK RIVER – THREE DAYS EARLIER

The only way to reach the area where the Englishman was reportedly seen was by boat, and then on foot.

It sounded easy enough, but Molly soon learnt it was anything but.

They had started off using a reasonably large and comfortable boat, but the further they travelled into the forest the river narrowed becoming no more than a stream, from where dense foliage encroached. This meant their only option was to change to the more traditional ‘prahu’.

But the going was continually slowed due to fallen trees that either blocked their way completely, with the only way to get past was to cut through them using machetes, or shoving those that hadn’t completely blocked their path out of the way.

And then there were rapids that had to be looked out for.

Pulling over to the banks and getting out so they could make their way on foot to the various villages along the way were also hazardous with steaming patches of marsh and mangrove swamps.

A dizzying array of vocalisations that included cries, calls, hoots, and howls from animals and birds, intermingled with the shrill, high-pitched trilling of various insects followed them wherever they went, whether on water or land. And though Molly kept a sharp lookout she rarely saw the creatures themselves.

The further they travelled through the jungle, two things became increasingly clear; the Englishman most definitely did exist. And he moved about constantly, staying with each village for only a few months, and sometimes only a few weeks.

***

DEEP IN SARAWAK JUNGLE – THE DAY BEFORE

They finally reached the village of another Ulu Tribe, this one quite possibly at the deepest heart of the jungle. Umar and Zikri had begun to make some enquires when without warning the atmosphere became charged.

Molly looked around to see what had caused the change. And then she saw what, or rather whom. For making their way down the rough ladder from the longhouse was a tall, curly-haired, lithe-framed man dressed in a ‘chavat’, (loincloth).

As soon as the Englishman reached the ground and turned to face them, Molly let out a gasp of recognition, for standing right in front of her was the famed ‘Hat Detective’ himself, Sherlock Holmes.

Barely glancing at Molly and the two guides, whom he immediately dismissed as unimportant, Sherlock turned his gaze on Kitty. Molly noted immediately how his body stiffened with recognition. His eyes narrowed and his lips curled into a sneer as he glared at the reporter with utter contempt.

**

THE OLD BAILEY – MEN’S TOILETS – TWO YEARS AGO

Sherlock was just finishing washing his hands, when he glanced up and saw the reflection of a young woman standing behind him.

He turned to face her. “Wrong toilet,” he stated.

“There’s all sorts of gossip in the press about you,” she began. “Sooner or later you’re gonna need someone on your side,” reaching into her pocket, Kitty retrieved a business card and tucked it into Sherlock’s breast pocket, “someone to set the record straight.”

Sherlock gave the young journalist a smile that never reached his eyes. “And you think you’re the girl for that job, do you?”

Eager to impress, she responded. “I’m smart, and you can trust me, totally.”

“Smart?” Sherlock nodded, “okay, investigative journalist. Good. Well, look at me and tell me what you see,” he challenged her. He gave her a moment to begin. When she didn’t, he continued. “If you’re that skilful, you don’t need an interview. You can just read what you need.”

Still no response, in fact Kitty was now looking a little awkward, like she’s been caught out.

Which she had, and Sherlock knew it. “No? Okay my turn.” He began pacing around her, looking her over, before starting his deductions. His words spoken rapidly are harsh and to the point. “I look at you and I see someone who’s still waiting for their first big scoop so that their editor will notice them. You’re wearing an expensive skirt but it’s been re-hemmed twice, only posh skirt you’ve got. And your nails, you can’t afford to do them that often, I see someone who’s hungry, I don’t see smart, and I definitely don’t see trustworthy. But I’ll give you a quote if you like – three little words.”  

He deftly removed her Dictaphone from her pocket and raised it to his lips, slowly, and deliberately he said. “You...repel...me.”

**

DEEP IN SARAWAK JUNGLE – THE DAY BEFORE

“So?  Not dead then.” Kitty smirked, looking like the cat that had caught the canary.  

Unimpressed by her incredibly obvious deduction, the former Consulting Detective responded, “Clearly,” making no attempt to 

***

Chapter 3: The 'Not Dead' Detective

***

DEEP IN SARAWAK JUNGLE, BORNEO – THE DAY BEFORE

The two adversaries stood glaring at one another. Abruptly Sherlock turned to a man who was clearly the tribes Chief, speaking with him in a local dialect.

The Chief listened carefully to what Sherlock told him, and then turned to the men of the tribe and began issuing orders that were followed out immediately.

Molly, Kitty and the two guides found themselves being moved on none too gently. They were being driven back in the direction from which they had come.

When Kitty made to force her way back, one of the men raised a blow pipe to his lips.

“No miss,” Zikri implored with some urgency. “The poison is deadly. And he will use it if you continue to ignore the wishes of their chief, and the white man.”

Kitty backed off and turned with obvious reluctance, and headed towards where they had set up their camp. As she moved off, she made it clear that she wasn’t giving up. “I will get my story, Sherlock Holmes. Not the one I was originally going to write. Now I have something far better.”

*

When satisfied that the unwanted visitors were at least temporarily on their way, Sherlock made his way over to his hut. Inside it was basic and very primitive compared to his rooms at 221B Baker Street. But he had done his best to make it feel like a home. He’d made a table and chair, and there was a small cabinet that contained notebooks, pens, his mobile, passport and a few personal items.

He sat down on his simple bed.

Of all the people to track him down, it had to be Kitty Riley.

The young reporter had, not surprisingly thanks to his harshly expressed opinions concerning her abilities and her trustworthiness, developed quite the chip on her shoulder where he was concerned.

He on the other hand had immediately erased her from his memory the moment he had exited the men’s toilets.

At the time he had more pressing matters to attend to.

Sherlock shifted so that he now reclined on the bed. With his palms pressed together and resting under his chin, he slipped into his Mind Palace to retrieve, and go over the events that had ultimately led him to become a wanted man.

**

THE OLD BAILEY – TWO YEARS BEFORE

His brief encounter with Kitty Riley had taken place just as he was about to appear as the star witness in what he would regard at the time as the most important case of his career.

Sherlock focussed all his energies on making certain that his testimony ensured that James Moriarty went to prison for a very long time.

But he should never have underestimated such a criminal genius. With all the resources at his disposal it was a simple matter for the Napoleon of Crime to get to the jury, thereby guaranteeing their ‘Not Guilty’ verdict.

Sherlock knew from that point on he would be Moriarty’s next target. But what he hadn’t anticipated was the turn of events as they played out.

The image would forever be seared into his brain.

***

BARTS HOSPITAL ROOF – SIX MONTHS LATER

Moriarty believed that he had managed to discredit the Consulting Detective in the eyes of his family, friends, Scotland Yard and the public in general. All he needed was for Sherlock to fall to his death, proof of his acceptance that his reputation had taken a dramatic fall from grace.  

Except Sherlock was equally confident that he had secured Moriarty’s infamous Key Code, and that with it he would be able to restore his reputation that the criminal mastermind had so ingeniously dismantled over the previous 24 hours.

But then Moriarty had informed him that the Key Code didn’t exist, and that what Sherlock had was nothing more than a movement from Bach’s ‘Partita Number One’.  If he was ever going to reinstate his reputation he was going to need Moriarty, and then to Sherlock’s horror Moriarty pulled out a gun and used it to blow his own brains out.

It was suicide, plain and simple.

But his confidence in the judicial system would be severely put to the test when he was arrested, and charged with Moriarty’s murder.

***

THE OLD BAILEY – TWO MONTHS LATER

The irony that he should now find himself standing in the docks was not lost on Sherlock.

The Prosecution had a field day. They played upon the animosity and contempt Sherlock had displayed towards Moriarty during the late criminal masterminds trial.

And then there was the cleverly tampered with CCTV footage that showed an altered version of the final confrontation between Sherlock Holmes and James Moriarty.

***

CCTV FOOTAGE

“Here we are at last --- you and me, Sherlock, and our problem – the final problem,” was Moriarty’s greeting as Sherlock joined him on the roof.

*

“You’re ordinary, Sherlock, You’re on the side of the angels. Because as long as I’m alive, you’ve got a way out” Moriarty taunted smugly.

“Oh, I may be on the side of the angels,” Sherlock responded. “But don’t think for one second that I am one of them.”

Sherlock then began to circle his opponent. “I am you,” he stated. “Prepared to do anything; prepared to burn; prepared to do what ordinary people won’t do. You want me to shake hands with you in Hell? I shall not disappoint you.”

*

Then the footage showed Sherlock grabbing hold of Moriarty’s hand, while reaching into the inner pocket of his Belstaff and pulling out a gun which he forced into Moriarty’s mouth.

The footage was purposefully frozen at that point by the court, but not the audio of the ominous sound of the gunshot that ended James Moriarty’s life.

The footage was restarted at the point where it showed Sherlock standing over the body, the gun still in his hand.

***

THE OLD BAILEY

If that hadn’t sealed the detectives fate, than the testimony given by Moriarty’s partner-in-crime, and Peer of the Realm, Lord Sebastian Moran, who claimed to have witnessed the whole thing, and had called the police, was enough to absolutely guarantee it.

Sherlock knew Moran was a traitor. He’d been working for North Korea for a number of years, but he had never been able to gather enough information to prove it.

And not even Mycroft dared to intervene in the judicial proceedings, reluctantly having to allow the events that were set in motion to take place.

The case was a stitch up, and no surprises Sherlock was found guilty.

The press of course had a field day, and even Kitty Riley managed to get her two pence worth in.

***

Although Mycroft had been unable to do anything during the trial, he had come through after Sherlock made his daring escape for freedom.

He had secured Sherlock on a flight out of England, under an assumed name.

And was instrumental in advising the press about this bid to escape justice, giving them details of the flight that was ultimately doomed to crash, killing all on board.

**

DEEP IN SARAWAK JUNGLE, BORNEO

Sherlock emerged from his Mind Palace, and sat up.

With Kitty’s taunting words still fresh in his mind, and despite the humidity, the former detective felt chills run up and down his spine.

‘Was there no end to this nightmare?’

***

Chapter 4: The Ugly Side

***

DEEP IN SARAWAK JUNGLE, BORNEO

Molly rushed to catch up with Kitty who was ploughing through the jungle vegetation, her anger building with every step she took.

“So, you and Sherlock Holmes – you have history?”

Kitty gave an unladylike snort, then acknowledged. “You could say that.”

Molly’s expressive eyes widened, did Kitty mean...?

Seeing the look Kitty shuddered. “God no. He’s definitely not my type.”

“So?  What then?” Molly pressed.

Kitty came to an abrupt halt, turned and appraised Molly suspiciously. “Why do you care?”

“Just curious,” Molly responded honestly. “I mean it was pretty obvious that there’s quite a bit of animosity between you. So what gives?”

“He humiliated me.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Why? Because he could,” Kitty responded bitterly. “When I was starting out I’d hoped to get a big scoop by doing a story on him ‘The Man Beneath the Hat’. But he refused, and then he tore me to shreds with his ‘deductions’. He made it clear what he thought of me, and my abilities.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Ever since then I’ve worked hard to establish myself and prove him wrong. It wasn’t easy,” the bitterness was building up again. “Every newspaper and magazine editor had heard about how ‘the great detective’ viewed me, and wouldn’t give me the time of day. So, unable to get the type of position I wanted, I decided to go freelance. I worked damned hard,” the bitterness was now replaced by pride and a sense of accomplishment. “And eventually, little by little that hard work paid off.”

Molly was impressed, finding Kitty’s determination and work-ethic admirable. Most people placed in a similar situation would have given up. “Then maybe you should thank Sherlock Holmes for making you push yourself as hard as you have,” she suggested.

“Oh I’ll thank him all right,” Kitty replied, her tone dripping with malice. “I’m going to write an article that will ruin him for eternity.”

“You’re not serious,” Molly gasped horrified.

“Oh I’m deadly serious,” Kitty returned her expression smug. “I’ll make him regret the day he met me.”

“So that’s it, is it?” Molly asked. “Instead of writing an incredibly enticing article about how and why a man from England would choose to live as a native, you’re going to turn it into a sensational expose’ in a pathetic attempt to exact your revenge.”

“He deserves it!” Kitty spat becoming defensive.

“Why? because he hurt your feelings? If your skin is that thin than you’re clearly in the wrong line of work.” Molly retorted.

“He’s a convicted murderer, and a wanted man who faked his own death.”

“Then make your story about why he would go to such lengths. There might be more to the story than what was reported in the press,” Molly argued.

Kitty shook her head adamantly.

“Why not,” Molly asked becoming increasingly exasperated with the journalist.

“Because it wouldn’t make as much money,” was the petulant response.

Kitty stomped off, the guides trailing behind her.

“I’d keep up if I were you Molly Hooper,” the journalist called out. “There are plenty of predators out on the prowl in the jungle. Don’t want to get gobbled up do you.”

*

Despite the warning, Molly stayed behind. She needed time to think. Finding herself a comfortable spot to sit, she settled down and pondered the details as she knew them of the case that had so decisively destroyed the famous detective’s career.

It was clear to her that what had been reported in the papers could not be fully believed. The press had for many years made a handy living reporting on the extraordinarily remarkable abilities of the World’s Only Consulting Detective. They had further improved the sales of their papers and the like by running all sorts of stories about the ‘Hat Detective’, always able to find someone willing to sell their story that would give a usually erroneous account of the detectives personal life.

Sherlock’s refusal to be interviewed was ultimately going to lead to the press turning on him, and Moriarty’s murder was the perfect opportunity.

Molly had always admired Sherlock. But had felt he was out of her league, intellectually and physically. He was tall and gorgeous while she was short and plain. He was enigmatic and gifted, while she by comparison was down to earth, and practical.

This hadn’t stopped her from dreaming of one day getting the opportunity to work with him. It was for this reason in part that she had decided to specialise in Pathology.

Molly’s thoughts next turned to more recent events, concerning a group of sceptics that were making a lot of noise claiming that the case against Sherlock may not have been so cut and dried as first thought.

The Empty Hearse had been established by Phillip Anderson, former Head of Forensics at Scotland Yard. He had never been a fan of Sherlock and his methods, mainly because the consulting detective self-assured ability to consistently see the clues that enabled him to solve the cases that left the police force and the forensics team scratching their heads. Phillip had found it galling that they were always being upstaged by someone he regarded as a mere amateur.

But with Sherlock’s death, and rumours beginning to circulate that he had in fact been right about the tampering of the CCTV footage, Anderson became consumed with guilt. And so as part of his self-appointed penitence, he had established The Empty Hearse so that he and other like-minded people could discuss and investigate any clues that could at least prove the late detective’s innocence.

So caught up in her thoughts, it took Molly awhile for the sounds of a commotion taking place at the campsite to penetrate. With great reluctance she got to her feet and headed over to see what the cause of the ruckus was.

***

CAMPSITE

The sight that greeted her was truly horrifying. The two guides, Umar and Zikri lay dead, their throats cut.

“Molly! Run! Get away from here.”

Molly turned to see Kitty Riley struggling to get out of the grasp of two men who held her securely as they dragged her towards their boat moored close by. Movement behind her alerted her to the fact someone was behind her, turning Molly saw a third man making his way determinedly towards her, a bloodied knife in his hand.

With a quick last look towards Kitty, Molly bent down grabbed a handful of earth and threw it in the eyes of the man approaching her.

“Don’t worry about that one. We’ve already got what we came for.”

The heavily accented words barely registered as Molly fled as fast as her legs could take her into the untamed jungle.

***

ULU VILLAGE

Sherlock was restless, unable to settle to his usual routine. The arrival of Kitty Riley had unnerved him.

He had to do something. He couldn’t just sit here and wait for the authorities to come and arrest him. He needed to make some sort of deal with the journalist.

Knowing full well that it was likely going to be a fruitless exercise, didn’t stop the former detective heading off to where he believed would be the most likely location for where she would have set up camp.

*

He had not gone far when he his ears, sharpened by his time in the jungle, heard the distinctive sound of someone moving swiftly towards him.

Moments later the young woman with long brown hair who had accompanied Kitty emerged through the undergrowth. Fear was driving her forward, causing her to not pay attention to where she was going, with the inevitably result that had her slamming right into him.

Molly looked up, relieved when she recognised the man before her. She managed to gasp out, “Oh, thank God I’ve found you,” before collapsing in a dead faint at his feet.

Left with little other option, Sherlock bent down and gathered the unconscious woman up into his arms, and carried her into his hut.

***

Chapter 5: An Unforeseen Complication   

***

ULU VILLAGE – SHERLOCK’S HUT

“Now that you’re awake, perhaps you’d like to explain what it is you’re doing back here?”

Molly bolted upright, trying her best to ignore the sight of the scantily dressed man who was currently glaring down at her.

And then she remembered why she was there: The guide’s lifeless bodies, Kitty struggling as the men dragged her away. And her frantic instructions for Molly escape. Because Kitty knew if Molly could get back to the Ulu tribe, Sherlock Holmes would be the only person who could track her down. It was this thought that got Molly to her feet

But as soon as she stood up a wave of dizziness assailed her. She shook her head to clear it, she needed to remain focussed time was of the essence.

With no concept of how much time had passed she queried urgently. “How long was I unconscious?”

“A few minutes,” Sherlock replied, his eyes scanning her face, and taking note of the tension in her features.

Molly moved towards the door of the hut. “You have to come with me,” she instructed with surprising force.

“Oh do I indeed,” Sherlock’s irritation was clear. “And why is that exactly?”

Molly noted the way his eyes narrowed as his lips tightened into a determined line. She didn’t have to be a detective to see the distrust in his expression. And in all honesty she couldn’t say she blamed him. She was after all in the employ of a woman who had made a lot of money from writing half truths and outright lies about him, and had done her part in helping to ruin his reputation and his life due to the whole Moriarty fiasco.

But she knew she had to find a way to convince him to come with her to the campsite, only then would he see for himself that she truly did need his help. She turned back to the former detective who remained standing by the bed. “Because you’re Sherlock Holmes, the World’s only Consulting Detective and I have a case for you,” before adding quietly, “It’s a matter of life and death.”

Sherlock was about to retaliate with a snide remark when he noted how ashen her face had become. Her impassioned speech had clearly triggered a memory, and not of the pleasant variety.

With a resigned sigh the former detective made the only decision available to him. With practical efficiency he gathered up a blowpipe and some poison darts which he placed in a pouch, made of animal hide that he had secured to a strap. He then slipped the strap over his head, adjusting it until it rested comfortably over his shoulder and across his chest.

He then made his way over to where Molly stood. “Fine,” he responded. “Then we’d better be on our way, Miss...”

“Molly Hooper,” Molly answered, relief washing over her as she took the hand he offered and shook it.

***

EN ROUTE - CAMPSITE

Sherlock took the lead, his sure silent steps confident as he headed in the direction of the campsite without the need to consult on the precise direction.

As they made their way through the dense jungle, Molly was relieved, as it gave her some breathing space to try and sort out the conflicting emotions she was battling with. She had complete faith in the former detective’s ability to determine who the men were and why they were after Kitty Riley, and to discover where they had taken her. Assuming she was still alive...

Molly shook her head vehemently, to remove the negative thought. The men clearly wanted Kitty for some reason, so she would be more valuable to them alive rather than dead. No, what had Molly concerned was whether Sherlock could set aside his hostility towards the journalist who had contributed to his being in his current position.

A position she found extremely distracting, as circumstances had placed Molly so she had the perfect opportunity to appreciate some might say perve, his near naked state.  He was slim, but not skinny. His time in the jungle had ensured that his broad shouldered lithe frame had become well toned, but not overly muscular. Molly found herself increasingly mesmerised by the play of muscles, from his shoulder blades, down to his taut buttocks...

“Keep up Molly Hooper,” Sherlock instructed sternly.

Rudely jolted from her inappropriate thoughts, Molly felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment when the former detective, his gaze still firmly fixed on the path ahead, chastised her.

“Now is not the time for daydreaming.”

***

THE CAMPSITE

The cause of death of the two guides was self evident, their throats had been cut. A closer inspection revealed the precision of the action. Performed by one who knew exactly what they were doing. Sherlock doubted that either of the young men knew what was happening before the deed was done. So a professional hit then, not just a random assault as he’d first assumed

In the blink of an eye Sherlock went from casual observer to professional investigator. The first order of business was the gathering of any evidence that would lead to the identity of those who had cold-bloodedly murdered the two unarmed guides before kidnapping Kitty Riley.

*

As soon as they had arrived back at the campsite Molly immediately made her way over to her backpack, thankful to find it amongst the chaos, to collect any items that might be of use in the gathering of samples: tweezers, phials, plastic bags and a magnifying glass. It wasn’t much, but for the moment anything was better than nothing.

She returned just as the detective was finishing up his examination of the two guides. Getting to his feet he turned to her. “I don’t suppose you have anything...” upon seeing the items she had with her. “Perfect.”

“Oh, and you might need these,” Molly added, pulling a notebook and pencil from her jeans pocked and handed them to him.

*

Sherlock moved around the campsite, the struggle Kitty had put up clearly evident, as was the when she had been overpowered. His nostrils twitched as he carefully lifted a cloth soaked in chloroform with the tweezers and bagged them.

A quick inspection of the river bank revealed no sign of a body. He was satisfied that she had been taken alive.

But to what purpose, Sherlock was confident the reason Kitty had been targeted was due to her penchant for writing explosive exposes. He’d eat that damned floppy-eared hat if it wasn’t.

The euphoria he’d been feeling instantly died. One stray thought was all it took and the torrent of unwelcome memories returned, overwhelming him, and pouring cold water on his enthusiasm for the investigation, to be replaced with an air of aloof disinterest.

*

Molly became confused and alarmed when Sherlock abruptly stopped what he was doing and instead started packing up.

“What are you doing?” she exclaimed.

“Change of plan,” was the cool response.

Her alarm turned to disbelief when it became clear he was intending to leave. Molly scrambled hurriedly over to him, and blocking his way.

“Where are you going?” she demanded.

Sherlock released an impatient sigh. “Obvious surly,”

“You’re leaving,” Molly’s disbelief morphed into anger. “Why?”

“Because I’ve gathered enough evidence for the local authorities, with it they should be able to make something of it. Should they apply themselves,” was the cold response.

“What!” Molly couldn’t believe her ears. Not even Sherlock Holmes could be that callous. “Sherlock, you can’t leave this investigation to the local police force.”

“I beg to differ,” he stated as he attempted to move around her.

But Molly stood her ground. “Kitty needs your deductive abilities. She’s relying on you.”

“Then maybe she should have thought about that before writing nothing but lies about people,” he retorted, his tone petulant.

Sherlock turned, determined to head back to his hut. ‘Damned of he was going to be lectured to by this little common sparrow of a woman,’ he thought in growing annoyance.

But Molly hadn’t finished, stepping right into Sherlock’s personal space to continue the argument he had already deemed over.

“Oh dear god,” Molly exclaimed, her whole demeanour changing as she started laughing. “No wonder you and Kitty don’t get on. You’re so much alike.”

Sherlock’s head reared back, as if she’d slapped him.

“Sherlock Holmes and Kitty Riley are two peas in a pod,” she was openly goading him now.

Her action pushed him over the edge, and he snapped.

Molly barely had time to register the change in his demeanour before Sherlock lunged. His usually cold gaze became burning hot, his nostrils flared and a savage snarl emerged through his lips as he grabbed hold of Molly’s ponytail, using it to forcibly wrench her head back.

Molly gave a startled gasp of surprise, mingled with pain.

Her reaction triggered an unexpected need that totally overpowered Sherlock’s usually cool logic. Remorselessly he dragged her slight frame roughly until it collided with his sinewy iron-hard body, using brute force to masterfully subdue her, as he bent down to crush her soft, pliant lips with his own.

His intention had merely been to silence her. But his fierce actions had revealed Molly’s interest in him. She was turned on, her eyes begging him for more. Sherlock was more than happy to oblige her, confident in his ability to resist the temptations she was freely offering him. And he wanted to punish her for her impudence.

But before Sherlock could claim victory, Molly reached up and wound her fingers through his wayward curls, yanking at the sensitive hair follicles before using her short nails to scratch and massage his scalp, causing an uncharacteristic groan of pure lust to escape Sherlock’s cupids-bow lips.

Sherlock was drowning in the sensual onslaught of carnal emotions and cravings that he had spent so many years suppressing. His tongue slipped between Molly’s willing lips, its movements echoing those of his body that was thrusting frantically against Molly’s equally yielding form in its search for sexual release.

Molly too was engulfed in a whirlwind of erotic sensations, her ability to think clearly swept away by Sherlock’s fervour.

Sherlock’s hands moved down her body coming to rest on the curve of her breast, his long agile fingers making quick work of the buttons on her blouse, before slipping inside her bra to rub and pinch the nipple enclosed within. At the same time he rubbed his painfully erect cock against her feminine core, increasing the speed of his thrusts with a ruthless determination, his nostrils filled with the musky scent of her arousal.

But when Molly gave an encouraging groan, it shattered the euphoric spell he was under. Sherlock froze, he became completely motionless, his heated body instantly cooling, the primitive sensualist that had hijacked his mind, replaced with that of a cold, hard-hearted intellectual.

Abruptly Sherlock released his hold on Molly and stepped back, his face now a haughty, aloof mask. Without a word he turned and left the campsite.

***

EN ROUTE - ULU VILLAGE

Sherlock strode away from the campsite, desperate to regain control over the unexpected emotions that had overtaken the cool hard logic that he valued so highly. Unfortunately his attempts to think rationally remained futile with his body, though cool still craving the sexual release it had been so cruelly denied.

Furious with himself over his complete lack of control Sherlock attempted to find relief in thought, only to have his frustration grow when his Mind Palace turned traitor. Without permission it created an extra large room labelled MOLLY HOOPER.

Despite the speculation in the tabloid press Sherlock Holmes was no virgin. But the drug-fuelled trysts he’d engaged in at university had nothing to do with sentiment. Instead those experiences had hardened him, enabling him to strengthen his resistance to the temptations of the flesh.

From the infamous dominatrix Irene Adler, to the wiles of the native woman and girls of the Ulu tribe, all had tried attempted to entice him. And all had failed.

So what was it about Molly Hooper that affected him so?  

While attempting to sort out the reason why he had reacted as he had, the last thing Sherlock needed was for his brother to appear a-la Jiminy Cricket style, perching himself elegantly on Sherlock’s shoulder.

“Taking the coward’s way out, brother mine?” Mycroft asked, his tone mocking as he appraised his younger brother with an expression of supreme superiority.

“Bugger off Mycroft,” Sherlock muttered through gritted teeth.

The spectre merely smiled in an infuriatingly knowing way. He wasn’t going anywhere. At least not until Sherlock admitted the true reason why he needed to escape the campsite.

Any why he’d so ruthlessly abandoned Molly to fend for herself, leaving her to deal with the gruesome crime scene all on her own...

The twinge of guilt that thought provoked had Sherlock coming to an abrupt halt. How could he had left her in such a precarious predicament.

“Sentiment, brother dear, tut, tut,” Mycroft’s voice taunted as Sherlock turned, intending to make his way back to the camp.

By now it was twilight and all manner of animals were on the prowl. Pre-occupied as he was, it wasn’t until a movement out of the corner of his eye alerted Sherlock of the danger he was in. Too late he realised he’d left his blowpipe at the campsite, and all he could do was swear as the Sunda clouded leopard pounced.

***

Chapter 6: In Need of Medical Assistance

***

CAMPSITE

In stunned silence Molly watched Sherlock leave the campsite. She felt like she’d been slapped in the face, and played for a fool.

Of course with his famous deductive abilities it would have been easy for him to observe her attraction to him, she hadn’t exactly done much to hide it.

But did he have to be so cruel to play upon her feelings, and then throw them back in her face?

She knew she’d probably pushed him harder than she should have, but it had amused her to realise just how similar the detective and the journalist were. Her intention had merely been to get Sherlock to admit that the reason he and Kitty Riley butted heads had more to do with the fact that they were more similar than opposite in their approach to their chosen fields.

But she had clearly hit a nerve much rawer than she had anticipated,

And Sherlock’s response had been equally unexpected.

She’d been aware of all the rumours circulating about his sexuality or lack thereof ever since he had made his claims about being ‘married to his work.’ It had led to untold speculation within the presses, both tabloid and the more conservative publications. He was described as anything from a machine right through to gay.

The latter gained a lot of traction when it became known that not even a well known dominatrix could get under his skin. Some of the more salacious tabloids even went so far to claim that the great detective wouldn’t know what to do to a woman, in the sexual context, stating he was an untried virgin.

But Molly had discovered firsthand how wrong that suggestion had been.

The kiss may have begun as a form of punishment, but there was no doubting his expertise, an expertise that easily eclipsed that of hers. Though Molly too was no virgin, her experience up until that point was limited to the fumbling of her fellow uni students, who were all raging hormones, more interested in getting their satisfaction, with as little foreplay as possible.

And she had surprised herself by being incredibly turned on by Sherlock’s primitive savagery. Its potent effect easily overwhelmed any thoughts of protest. Though initially shocked, arousal soon kicked in and she eagerly joined in, letting all reservations slip away.

So when he had pulled away and abruptly left, it felt like he was playing with her emotions, using it as a way to prove his superiority over her.

By now the detective was out of sight, and Molly shook herself out of her reverie, determined to have words with Sherlock when she caught up with him. But that would have to wait. She needed to focus on gathering up the evidence that had been collected.

And then there were the bodies of the two guides.

While her mobile was still fully charged, she took several photos of each, before taking a few samples for DNA testing, and recorded a brief report of the injuries that caused their deaths. She then covered their bodies with the sleeping bags they’d brought with them.

She knew it was probably a pointless exercise, and that by the time authorities eventually arrived the bodies would more than likely be dismembered by any predators that caught the scent of their decomposing bodies.

But she couldn’t bring herself to leave them so exposed. It felt wrong.

She had just finished reciting the Lord’s Prayer, when she became aware of a commotion coming from the direction that Sherlock was headed. Her initial reaction was one of ‘he could go to Hell for all she cared.’

But that thinking went right out the window when she became aware that he was being attacked by what sounded like a big cat.

Looking around frantically for something, anything that could be used as a weapon, Molly spotted the blowpipe Sherlock had discarded once he began searching for clues.

Snatching it up, she headed off in the direction Sherlock had gone.

***

DEEP IN SARAWAK JUNGLE, BORNEO

Sherlock barely had time to raise his arms as the leopard landed, knocking him to the ground.

“Oomtphf!”

With the breath knocked out of him Sherlock knew he was going to have to act fast. Instinct kicked in, he raised his legs to not only protect his chest and stomach, but also to prevent the leopard from reaching his head and neck, while at the same time he used his arms to hold it back.

Realising that in its current position the big cat was in a far more dominant position, Sherlock took it by surprise, using all of his strength to roll himself and the leopard over, so that it was now under him, and with the increased adrenalin pumping through his veins he was able to push himself up enough to enable him to get to a standing position. He then used the remaining few seconds that he had to frantically look for anything that he could use as a weapon.

Recovering from the unexpected manoeuvre the leopard leapt at the former detective in fury, nothing more than a blur of razor sharp teeth and claws that tore at his flesh as it tackled him to the ground once again.

But just as it gained the upper hand it was startled by an unexpected attack from behind.

*

All Molly saw was Sherlock on the ground covered in blood. Fuelled by a surge of adrenalin and with no thought for her own safety, she charged at the leopard, using the blowpipe to strike the unsuspecting animal.

Startled, the leopard immediately drew back. When Molly raised the blowpipe again and moved towards it, the big cat decided to make a strategic withdrawal.

Before it had disappeared into the undergrowth, Molly was at Sherlock’s side and assessing his injuries. She was relieved to find that they were not life threatening, but there were a couple of nasty looking wounds that required immediate medical attention.

“Can you move?”

Sherlock nodded, wincing in pain as he allowed Molly to assist him in getting to his feet. He wrapped his uninjured arm around her shoulders, taking the blowpipe to use as a walking cane. Molly placed her arm securely around his waist to support him as they made their way back to his hut.

***

SHERLOCK’S HUT

Once safely inside Molly assisted Sherlock over to his bed. With a groan of relief he gratefully collapsed.

After a brief search Molly found a box of matches, using them to light a couple of lamps. She then spotted the bucket of fresh water and a cloth Sherlock kept on hand. Bringing them over to where the detective lay, and with great care she began cleaning up the blood so that she could better assess the extent of his injuries, and was relieved when her initial assessment proved correct.

He’d suffered a series of deep scratches, but the wound on his side and his upper arm where the flesh was torn was of concern.

“How are you feeling?” Molly asked.

“Alive,” Sherlock responded, wincing in obvious pain when he tried to move. “How bad is it?” he asked.

“Not too bad. You were incredibly lucky.”

“Thanks to you,” he acknowledged.

Despite the praise Molly was aware that he wasn’t out of the woods yet. The wounds might not be life threatening now, but they were going to require surgery, and she needed to make sure the wounds didn’t become infected. Unfortunately she had nothing with her to use to clean and disinfect his injuries, or dull the pain and sew up the wounds that were of most concern.

Her eyes darted around the small basic hut in search of something, anything she could make use of.

Sherlock watching the way she chewed her lower lip, and quickly deuced her requirements. “Over there,” he said, indicating with a nod of his head. “You should find all you need.”

Molly followed his gaze and spotted a strong box under the table.

Opening it she found a First Aid Kit. Inside there were bandages and the like that you would expect to find, but there was also a bottle of pure alcohol, some surgical grade thread, a vial of liquid morphine, syringes, needles, and a box of rubber gloves.

Molly immediately set about getting everything organised. She washed her hands before putting on a pair of gloves. She used the alcohol to clean the wounds more thoroughly, before threading a needle and carefully drawing the correct dose of morphine into the syringe.

Given the circumstances, and with none of the specialised medical equipment she was not going to be able to knock Sherlock out completely. So she had to limit the dose so that it would mask the pain while he remained conscious throughout the whole procedure. A situation she had dealt with in theory but never in practice, until now.

When Sherlock nodded to confirm that the morphine had kicked in, Molly knew she had to deal with the injuries as quickly and professionally as possible.

Focussing on the task at hand she began on the wound on his side.

*

Sherlock watched on in curiosity that quickly turned to growing admiration. He noted her efforts in making the whole procedure as comfortable for him as she could. It was quite the accomplishment given the circumstances. He admired her deft skill with the needle, her needlework neat and small that would ensure that the scaring, if any, would be minimal.

By the time she’d finished sewing up the wounds to his side and upper arm, Sherlock was confident that in whatever field of medicine she chose to specialise in, Molly Hooper would prove to be an exceptional asset.

Satisfied that the sutures would hold, allowing his injuries to heal, Molly released a sigh of relief.

“You need to get some rest,” she instructed in what she hoped was a firm no-nonsense tone.

Sherlock never liked being told what to do. “Fine,” he responded haughtily to her instruction, but his features softened as he took in her exhausted state. “But only on the grounds that you join me.”

By now Molly didn’t have the energy to argue with him, and simply got on the bed with him.

*

Molly woke to the cacophony of bird calls. The first thing she was aware of was that Sherlock was no longer in the bed with her.

Sitting up she looked around the room, easily finding him. He was standing by the table going through the items he’d collected from the campsite.. She could see he was intently examining one item in particular.

Curious, she got up and made her way over to him to see what it was. But before she could voice her enquiry, Sherlock turned to her, his expression grim. “I know who has Kitty Riley,” he said. “We have to get to Sarawak as quickly as possible. We leave in an hour.”

***

#Sherlolly #Medical student Molly #On the run Sherlock #Kitty Riley on the hunt for a career breaking story #My take on the M&B classic Call of the Heathen

[sarvagyachugh]

The day to forget

Few years ago, there was an old man of age 66 used to live in a small town named “reet” and sadly the old man used to live alone as he lost his family 3 years ago in a terrorist attack, his neighbors  were very helpful and caring, almost all were farmers and the old man was living on his pension as he was a ex-army officer but it was difficult for him to live only on his pension  so he made small amount of his pension into a investment it take 8 months from him to make sufficient amount of money to start a business.

He tried to run sweet shop business but the problem was that there was no shop nearby at cheap rent cost, finally he found a shop but it was far away from his house almost 5 miles away but his necessities forced him to run the business, during the first week of his business it was completely impossible for him to run it continuously.

He was a brave and self-motivating man who was trying his best to run the business but his age was pulling back his confidence, villagers tried to help him but only few had because it was far away from the village and all villagers had to look after their fields as well, on 3rd of December there was a knock on his door. He was very tiered as he had just returned from his work he barely stood and slowly walked towards his door, the door was continuously knocked and the old man opened the door and he saw a little child standing in front of gate, the little boy was dirty and fully loaded with dust, the boy naivety could be clearly seen on his face which melted the heart of the old man and the boy said “kuch khane ko milega kya sahib” the old man barely had something to eat for himself but showing kindness he just offered the little boy to come into the house.

The old man asked him to sit at the chair, old man asked little boy his name , the little boy replied “sahib, Gokul naam hai mera” , the old man again asked a question that tell me something about you, why are you so dirty and what are you doing late night here, gokul pleasantly replied “sahib, bachpan me hi mata-pita ki maut hogayi majdoori karte waqt aur uske baad se majduri karke hi apni jindagi kaati hai maine ,aur ajkal tabiyat kharab chalri thi isliy majduri bhi nahi kar para hu, jis wajah se khana mangne ke liy itni raat ko bahar hu”.

The old man made the food ready and gave to the little boy and the expressions of child while eating hygienic food were exlainationless , no sooner did the boy finish his lunch than the old man asked him , so what will you do now then the boy was silent as he had no place to live, he asked the old man would you give me some space in your house and food in return I will help you in your daily work as the old man also want someone to help him so he accepted the offer of the little child and next morning they both started working and the old man was able to sell more sweets as compared to recent times , the boy was working really hard according to his capability.

Every day they both work hard and return to home and eat and sleep and again that routine, now, they were earning a good amount of money every day through the shop, on 4th of December both were returning from the shop and suddenly someone came between their path and stop both of them, the unknown man asked “ap dono kaha rehte hai,bujurg or chotte bache ko thakan me akele chalte dekh mujhe accha nahi lagrha hai ky mai ap logo ko ghar chhordu” the old man and the child were very tiered, so they decided to take help of the unknown man, there was a strange smile on the unknown man’s face after acceptance of the offer.

The unknown man started discussing about the old man business and they both were talking very frankly, only one thing was strange between the conversation that the child was sitting quietly unlikely to his nature, the old man asked, “gokul beta kya hogaya, aaj bare chup-chup ho” gokul pleasantly replied, “pata nahi sahib, thora ajjeb sa lagra hai”  then the unknown person replied quickly that “are pehli baar gadi me betha hoga na,isliy” the old man read the expressions of gokul and calmly speak to gokul about his uncommon expressions, after this all they finally reached home and the old man started thanking the unknown man for his help, the unknown man was about to go but his car engine failure prohibited him to go, it was old man kindness that he offered him to stay that night at his home and the unknown man instantly aceepted his offer as it was late night and no mechanic shop was opened at that time or due to his another strange reason, anyway they all entered into the home and finished their dinner         as soon as possible, now the time was 12:30 am, the old man hardly arranged a suitable place for him to sleep.

Finally they all were slept except one, can you guess?, it was gokul who was not yet slept .

Gokul heard a knock on the door and he stood up to open it, he reached the door and opened it…………………………………

A deep breath from gokul after he saw a person wearing ‘khaki’, the policeman started enquiring him about a person with a black car, gokul quickly ran into the room where the old man and the unknown man were sleeping as he realized that the unknown man was with a black car, gokul reached at the place and saw an incredible seen which made him unconscious , the policeman ran after gokul after his strange behavior in front of him, no sooner did the policeman reach there than he saw gokul falling on ground in the condition of unconsciousness and the major thing he noticed there was that the old man hanged on the fan with about 10 bullets in his chest, blood was lying on the ground like spilled water and the policemen immediately called police force on the spot.

Gokul regained consciousness after few hours, he founded him at the hospital and the policemen came to him immediately to enquire him about the black car owner, he answered all questions and he was still not completely regained his consciousness as it was the saddest moment of his life said by him.

The story clearly shows that kindness is nice but can harm youin many ways, in this world full of meanness no one cares for kindness of anyone which is a great shame for humanity, for their mean they are unkind to animals, nature and even to persons who are close to them                        

[ipkkndlovescenes]

1st Rain Hug

Listen to the Rhythm

He was totally engrossed in Khushi's thoughts while standing in his office. A couple of minutes, whatever he felt, he never felt in years...What was it? A flicker of fire, a crumbling ember of a desire he never felt before, he was stunned, he was frozen, he was taken by one look of her, forgetting every challenge, every ember of anger, just her being in front of him in the most innocent way, unaware of her beauty..

.He was seduced by this innocent tempting beauty, enthralled by her ignorance that she holds the power to turn him on ... a man who was surrounded by many models from tiger ranks and all was captured by this girl who was means nothing to him...

Really Farq padta hai starts here...

He simply didn't want her to be away from him anymore. His mind was full of confusion. He was the one who took an oath to not let her go easy off the hook this morning. She wanted to go home early for her sister's birthday but he wanted to manipulate her. In the end, he ended up being strangled in between these raging feelings.

Belligerence flashing from his eyes, not because of Lavanya's words but losing his own control...He needed to gain that control which was slipping because of this girl... He knew the art of  denying everything he was going through, or feeling about her right now... but how come he let that happen

His mind was had a polar effect, one moment he was ordering her, sentencing her to stand in the parking lot yet the other moment he felt bad. "Kyuon pehli baar aisa laga ke main kuch galat kar raha hoon." [ Why did I feel the first time that I am doing something wrong].

A pang of guilt was evident in his eyes...and yes, he turned his face as he was stealing his eyes off of the matter what he was truly feeling about...

Galat...wrong...

Her tears always bothered him...he had no idea why?

While Khushi directed the traffic alone, despite her fear of the dark and the rain that starts pouring down. Standing under an umbrella in the car park, he watched Khushi working while getting drenched. Arnav is visibly stricken by her vulnerability as she shivers in the rain. It seemed like today he was not retiring checking her out. One of Arnav's clients admonishes Arnav for putting a young girl to work in the downpour, but Arnav walks away for the moment.

Suddenly a car lost its control in the rain, heading straight to Khushi. With wide opened eyes she stood there with fearful eyes. Arnav came like a bolt of light, scooped her up in his arms, and whirled away into the rain, holding her tight while she was clinging to her life savor... Clasping in each others' arms, they stood there, her head on his shoulder, his cheek pressed against her head and the rain poured on.

His eyes were burning under this jolting ice... he didn't let go of her...She was holding him tightly, scared, breathing heavily... They stayed there, getting drenched in the rain,  water streaming into eyes, lips, dripping from him onto her...

Rabbe Ve played in. The rain was pouring down like a piece of music. Khushi struggled to regain her breath yet holding him tightly. Her arms were around him while he held her shoulders, frozen. Khushi slowly calmed down and the realization dawned in that where she was. She looked at his hand on her shoulder before raising her head to look at him.

Their faces were inches apart while eyes locked them in. The rain was pouring all around them drenching them with these unknown feelings. Surroundings got paralyzed, minds got connected, hearts tuned together and eyes were searching...searching for answers...but for finding answers first minds have to understand the questions?

Neither he knew nor she ...There was only a Desire and a Denial.

Fear of losing his control kicked in when he glanced at his hands on her shoulders. He realized he was still holding her and pushed her away, scolded her for ruining his reputation in one moment, and the other moment he couldn't walk away seeing her trembling. He threw his jacket at her but she was no less, returned him coldly, "I don't need it."

He snatched it away from her hands with clenching jaws.

Koi Matlab nahin...she doesn't mean anything. ...But the memories of hurting or wronged Khushi made him pressed the breaks and his car screeched to a halt and he steps out.

Oh, she mattered the most...

"Kyun mujhe pehli baar aisa laga ki main ... main shayad kuch galat kar raha hoon?" [Why, for the first time, does it feel that I'm ... I might be doing something wrong?]

During this, he came out of his SUV and drenched himself just like her. The pain and misery he caused her, he brought the same punishment upon himself. An unintentional move of his heart deceived his brain and he had no idea of it. Behind his anger and ego, he couldn't see further.

He tried to convince himself he's right but in vain ...

"Main sahi hoon. Main jo kar raha hoon sahi hai. Phir kyun ... kyun mujhe ussi ka khayal baar baar aa raha hai? Sirf ussi ka chehra" [I'm right. What I'm doing is right. Then why ... why do I think about her again and again? Only her face.]

For the first time in forever, Arnav looked over at his actions but everything made him confused and angry in such a complicated way that his anger rose again.

"Arnav Singh Raizada ko kisi ladki se koi farak nahi padta " [Arnav Singh Raizada isn't affected by any girl.]

yes ! not any other girl matters, BUT Khushi! ...

Index /Arshi Moments 

#arshi #ipkknd #isspyarkokyanaamdoon #my ipkknd gifs #Mysticaldivine #arnav khushi teri meri #arnavkhushi

[theincorrigiblemagpie]

Kasautii Zindagii Kay (2018) E02- Chunari Chunari

26-9-2018

I feel like I must warn all new followers that I’m terrible about keeping up and blogging about even the first few episodes that I set out to do, on average. Already, I hear there is the advent of a rapey dude and it has made me put off watching the rest of the first week.

Anyway, let us not drown in our sorrows before they are here. We return to Prerna and Anurag’s bumbling conversation about Anurag’s love life. A friend of Anurag’s has managed to give the gig away by talking about ‘Sarika,’ Anurag’s supposed ex who is now married and has turned out to be a ‘troublesome’ woman. Ok then, friend-of-Anurag. Anurag brushes aside Prerna’s apologies for assuming anything about his sexuality and delivers a rather magnificent speech about how ‘our society’ thinks any guy who doesn’t harass women or run after them overtly is gay and ‘not normal’ and it’s not her fault at all. Very nice, I hope all of Ekta’s other shows get the memo about rape culture.

Prerna’s giggly friend Anjali takes her toward the back of the pandal to gloat about...Anurag not being gay. I am SO tired of these stray ‘friends’ already and it’s only episode 2. In the meantime, that trash fire (literal) caused by mysterious-figure-in-the-back-alley has spread to the pandal and is raging out of control. Massive chaos as everyone escapes. Mohini Basu cannot get over the fact that a special chunari that she had commissioned for Durga in Anurag’s name has been left behind. Like, she’s sitting and SOBBING over it like she’s lost a family member. If anything, I suspect she’d cry less for a family member.

OF COURSE, saintly stupid Anurag decides to retrieve the chunari to get his mom to stop crying like this. He apprehends a guy with a jeep and casually asks how much it costs and then TRANSFERS ABOUT DOUBLE THE MONEY TO HIS ACCOUNT INSTANTLY so he can take it. This is an actual scene we all watched. On the one hand, I’m really glad they have a responsible hero but also I’m DYING over this commitment to his stick-in-the-mud-ness even during high voltage action scenes. He drives the jeep straight into the front of the pandal, overturns a big decorative thing of water and leaps out of the jeep a la Rohit Shetty’s heroes, while trying not to flash the world in his dhuti. Listen, this is just one of the many reasons Bengali gents don’t engage in Hindi film hero-giri. It’s not a part of the kulchaar.

Interestingly, Anurag still doesn’t know Prerna and her twit friend are stuck there. He’s just here for the chunari which makes all of this twice as funny. Anjali is literally “look your best friend Anurag is here to rescue us” and Prerna is all “but...we’re not even close friends” and Anjali is like “DOES IT MATTER?” Sorry, Anjali, I misjudged you. You’re showing superior sense at this moment.

Anurag is staring at the chunari like it’s the only thing in the world. Pah! Some hero. Can’t even sixth-sense his obvious love interest. He’s just parkouring his ass through leaping flames and falling burning things and loose electrical wiring. He sees the two women only when he’s RIGHT in their faces and then asks what they’re doing here. They’re chilling amid all this fire, Anurag. What nonsensical questions, my god.

He kicks aside some burning barrier that was blocking their way and Prerna pushes Anjali out of there and goes back after Anurag who has ofc gone after that dratted chunari. Prerna’s face is simultaneously impressed and can’t even with this foolishness.

No, I think the predominant desire was to indulge in some hero-giri of her own. One burning deep stambha type thing is going to fall on the Durga murti so Prerna runs over to stop it. I mean...maybe she secretly lifts but I would NOT have credited it. She isn’t even breaking a sweat.

No, okay, she is sweating. I just wish I sweated as prettily as Erica.

As you may have guessed from this screencap, her hands bled somehow and Anurag rushed over to help her. If Balaji is trying to sell this couple to me, I’ve bought it already. Two people this obsessed with gods and their paraphernalia to the point of disregarding their own lives fully deserve each other.

AND THEN

RED CHUNARI RABBA VE WHILE SURROUNDED BY FIRE

(I am aware nothing I say can really match the magnificence of what happens under Balaji’s aegis and moments like this really bring that home.)

Anyway, this is the same chunari that was in Anurag’s hand two seconds ago and I have no EARTHLY idea how it flew from behind the murti and landed on these two.

NO WAIT. THIS IS YET ANOTHER RED CHUNARI. THE ONE HE RISKED HIS LIFE FOR IS STILL FOLDED IN HIS HAND.

Me: please....stop...I get it...no more red chunaris

Balaji: did you mean ‘four more red chunaris?’

Durga is running this show personally, is what I gather from all the jumpy shots that pan to her whenever anything happens. And now that she’s had her fill of romance, she makes it rain and this RAGING fire goes out in a poof like silsila yeh chahat ka’s ill-fated diya. Durga is a #fangirl.

The priests have done absolutely NOTHING useful (like calling the fire department) and have PRAYED to Durga and now they’re claiming the rain as victory and all kinds of premonition of something “pure” and “auspicious” etc etc. Anyway, I just want to show you Nivedita’s face when Anurag is reunited with his family, with that dratted chunari.

Yeah, Nivi, I feel you.

Predictably, Mohini blames this fire and the fact that there was no contingency plan on Prerna’s dad Rajesh. I’m...kinda with her on this. There really should’ve been better fire safety standards and a disaster management plan. Moloy says it’s unfair to blame this on Rajesh, they should blame the event management company. Ok, hold up. There is an event management company?? Then why the fuck does Rajesh and co look after everything? The event management company is paid to sit around, or what? Mohini and Moloy are concerned about how they’ll hold Dashami celebrations at the venue the next day, and Rajesh reassures them ki he’ll make it happen, come what may. Mohini tries to not let him but Rajesh is all “haan, I’m sure tum sambhal loge.” And in typical rich dude fashion, he walks off with Mohini, without a thought to how it’ll actually happen. Man, I really hate Moloy.

Oho we have an identity for the arsonist. It is Naveen, Mohini’s muh-bola-bhai.

The rest of the episode is just Prerna and Anurag’s respective friends ragging on them about the romance of the situation. Anurag’s friend insists ki “kuch kuch hota hai, Anurag, why do you deny it?” and Anjali is mad that Prerna ne chance maar liya by risking her life. Both insist that there’s nothing going on until Shah Rukh Khan appears to reassure us at the end. Is this going to be a daily thing? How many snippets of SRK mouthing sentimental claptrap have they recorded?

Red dupatta count- just 1 but a big one.

#kasautii zindagii kay 2 #kzk2 #kasauti zindagi ki #balaji telefilms

[nainz717-blog]

11/11 GIF Review: Suno Chanda

REWRITING THIS FOR THE SECOND TIME. Hi Guys! Long time no see, literally forgot the password to the forum some time ago and just really didn't have a reason to post anything. But I promised a friend and here I am. And since forum gave me a hard time, decided to open a tumblr and post it here! Lets see if this works!! Creds to Mina Birdie for helping me with layout questions! 

When Abhi broke Pragya's fast during Karwa-chauth:

So the "OMG YES" Naina loved it. She was all about this! I have been wanting to see possessive, "she's mine" Abhi since Drunk Abhigya at Puliyah's engagment way back in 2014 when they were chotay motay bachay! You know, when he ridiculed her at every point in time? When he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her? When he had tried to minimize her rituals, including their first karwachauth and couldn't see beyond the materialistic things he thought he wanted. When he took forever in realizing theres more to her than just "Chashmish?" YEARS Later, we're seeing that same Abhi run around frantically trying to find a pot to fill water with so that he can make it in time for Pragz to see him first right after the chaand comes out so that he can break her fast and they can be bounded together religiously for saath janam. 

HECK YEAH. 

That really happened. HOW EPIC. The guy who didn't believe in God, the guy who thought rituals were a joke, the guy who didn't think these things could ever create an everbinding relationship is now HANGING ON DESPERATELY at all of these rituals for a chance to have any remaining bits of a relationship with Pragz. Y TO THE ES. Whether that be when he feels estatic after he accidentally fills her parting with sindoor, when he gets sad seeing Pragz buy an mangalsutra in Kings name at the jewelry shop, when he doesn't break Tanu's fast, when he doesn't put an mangalsutra on Tanu in front even as a show. He does another head bump cause Daasi had said bumping your head twice is auspicious! He's become as SANSKAARI as PRAGZ-BABY!!! 

But then I realized alls not well: 

Here comes the catch. SO in his mind, he fully thinks without a doubt that Pragya is married to King and has been for the last seven years. And even if he thinks there are residual feelings Pragz may have for him, she seems content with King and was fasting for him. And remember, this is the girl that was with Abhi through thick and thin and never gave up on him regardless of any poor choices and decisions he made....and yet after her surviving through the revenge part of the marriage, tolerating tanu as the constant third wheel in their relationship, being kidnapped countless times just for being Abhi's wife, losing a sister in the middle of this, having to re-develop feelings in Abhi's heart when he lost his memory and she was politely "kicked out" of the house, being doubted upon her intentions during many phases in the marriage...and yet she stuck by him rock solid. And yet after everything, she was still kicked out by Abhi in less than one minute and was never searched for for seven years. Can you imagine her going through that pregnancy alone? Where did she go after leaving his house? How did she manage to find shelter? When did she find out she was pregnant? Was her delivery normal or did she deliver early out of stress? 

Do you see what I mean? She's gone through A LOT of struggles because of him but when she needed him most...he wasn't there. So for him to be possessive after seven years of not being there for her and wanting to have every right for the night when he thinks King took good care of her (and Im guessing he did for Pragz and Kiara to admire him so much)...its like, do you really have any right to be possessive? Yes, sure because I'm a hardcore Abhigya shipper, yes you do. But really, does a guy who kicked out his EXTREMELY understanding wife seven years ago and married her biggest enemy get to have any rights on her seven years later? Um...you can answer that for me. 

When Aliyah and King show up on screen together:

Okay I get it, she's evil and he's pretty much a saint right now, why ship them and make his life miserable? But GUYS. Hear me out. At the end of the day, I think Aliyah is redeemable versus Tanu. Yes she hates Pragya, but there have been many moments in the show where you realize she cares about the Mehra family, in particular Abhi. She does get hurt when she sees them physically hurt. She has blasted Tanu in the past for dangerous tricks shes had up her sleeve. And it does kinda make me sad that seven years later, Aalu is still hung up on PURAB FOR WHO KNOWS WHAT REASON? Let him go babe, even the face has changed now (Arjit to Vin). Like come on writers, why can't we have Aalu move on when it comes to Purab and bring in a love angle for her? Because the Aalu-Purab-Disha-Bulbul triangle is static as it can be! 

And here's why King would be great for her. Meet Aliyah, a girl who loves Abhi her bhai but dislikes Pragya. Meet King, a guy who admires Pragya fully but isn't a particular fan of Abhi. He's like the Raghav from Mina's fics He's the PERFECT balance for her! See, I dont want to see Aalu die at the end. I hope she does get redeemed and can be shown accepting Abhigya, because I don't want Abhi to lose another family member in the process of Abhigya uniting. Which for all of you who ship King and Pragya, I get it BUT IT AIN'T HAPPENING. And I would much rather see King as a supportive best friend 'til the end then a psychotic lover who now also hates Pragz. Because I really love the King-Pragz dosti so lets not ruin it. Lets find Aalu someone who give the wittiest replies to her sarcastic dialogues, who will not tolerate her cunning plans, who can put up with her negativity and someone who admires Pragya so that Aalu can start seeing the other edge of the sword. 

Plus, Shikha and Mishal might look smoking on screen  I'm ALL FOR THIS SHIP. 

What Purab has been doing this fall season: 

Not sure if its because Vin has been busy personally? But someones gotta give him something to do. He's becoming another wax statue in the back like Tau-ji and I'm already upset Raj became one, lets not let Purab become the third in line. Theres so much potential for him. Lets show him a different story line? Lets show how him and Disha are not getting along about something. Lets show him wanting to catch up on seven years with Pragya di. Lets show him trying to show Abhi what a TERRIBLE decision it is to keep Tanu in the house, regardless of whether he gets Pragz in the end or not. Writer-ji? Please kuch karein.

When kicking out Tanu from the house and his life is not the first option: 

Maaf kiya Abhi threw Pragz out. Maaf kiya he didn't try finding her for seven years. Maaf kiya he pretended he didn't love her in front of his family all these years. My problem forever and always with Abhi has been, and this is more of a writer issue, that he can never be shown single. If he doesn't have Pragz with him, in some way or another he has Tanu by him. 

Now disclaimer: I have no real issues with Leena being on the show all these four years. At some point in time I realized Tanu would be part of this show til the end and I'm not saying remove her from the show. I get from Tanu's point of view, that she's a desperate soul-less creature who doesn't see that there is no chance she's ending up with Abhi. For her, she's gonna keep trying in one way or another regardless of how many times she fails. But wait..why would she stop trying when Abhi does give her a chance every single time? Not that I'm Tanu, but if I wanna keep trying for the impossible and it does become possible for short periods of time MANY TIMES, um yes I'm going to keep trying! Problem isn't with Tanu? Problem is with Abhi. He GIVES her a chance. He knows she purposely created misunderstandings between him and Pragya constantly throughout the past, he knows shes capable of hurting people in order to obtain him, he knows she's tried failing the brakes and murdering Pragz in order to get our out of her way, he knows she's evil. And yet, when Pragz was kicked out, for some reason or another, he had "NO CHOICE" but to marry Tanu. Are you even serious. 

The choice is not to marry anyone. Marry a turtle but don't marry her. Marry a poster of Madhuri Dixit but don't marry her. Marry your first cousin but don't marry her. Marry your clingy Meethu but don't marry her. Marry PURAB BUT DONT MARRY HER. 

Or you know. Dont marry at all. That IS AN OPTION, Abhi. Staying single is a solid option, you know. And lets say Pragz is happily married with King for the past seven years and theres no chance of getting back together with her at least in this janam. 

You'll just passively live your life with Tanu because Pragz isn't available? And how are you going to win her back with a horrible wife at the side? KICK HER OUT!! THAT IS ALWAYS THE WAY TO GO!

When Pragz shows sass and attitude post-leap:

I have full on been enjoying the Abhigya scenes. Every single one of them!! And while i do have some complaints with Abhi post-leap (okay many complaints), you do get to see the happiness that lights within him when she's around. In filmy terms, Abhi has everything- glam, lifestyle, respect, paisa, gaari, ghar, maal waal , ghar baar....but he doesn't have anyone who loves him for Abhishek Mehra. She's the girl in all these years that didn't give a fudge that he was Abhi the Rockstar, looked past every single flaw that he presented to her, and loved him for the child-like Abhishek Mehra thats buried within him. And for him, getting that kind of love...is rare. She wasn't in it for the money, she was in it for him. And you can see that even amongst the whole family, when she's not around, he's lonely. So I definitely feel for him and like that he's finally getting his Fuggi doses...he just need to make a few obvious decisions and then I'm sold on him. 

But Pragz has been FIRE! She's not the same Pragz from seven years ago. This Pragz gives sassy replies. This Pragz shows anger and is not afraid to vocalize it. This Pragz isn't afraid to remind Abhi of the biggest mistake of throwing her out. This Pragz is no longer interested in EXPRESSING her love for him! Yes, of course, we know she's still totally latoo-fied by him. And sighhh. What can I say? The heart wants what it wants. But she's almost accepted that they're not going to end up together, for their own sakes and Kiara's sakes. And she's almost content with whatever little they have now. THIS IS DIFFERENT PRAGZ!! She's no longer running behind Abhi trying to gain his love. Its almost the other way around! She's the "girl that got away" and he's trying to win back anything he can with her! HOW FREAKING AWESOME. I love this dynamic where she's no longer running after him and its him trying to win her back. 

The only complaint I have with Pragz-is not telling King who Abhi and Kiara are. Would make her life simpler. I do not advocate telling Abhi about Kiara though. Not when we all know he's capable of making the worst decisions and allows creatures like Tanu to swarm around him and create dangerous settings at all points in time. Yes, no thank you please. I would also prioritize my kid over telling the passive father just for the sakes of him knowing. 

Okay lastly, can we take a minute to appreciate this: 

THIS GIRL IS GETTING YOUNGER AND YOUNGER BY THE DAY!!!! DREAM GIRL IN EVERY ESSENCE! I know we like to point out days when the outfits are not par excellence. But then lets also appreciate the days when Tripti has gone beyond expectations!  Everything about this is love!!! Also love how Srit's been incorporating some "raised eyebrows" and "suppressed smiles" and "biting lips" as new flirty connotations. LOVE LOVE. 

Until next time, Cheers! -Naina

#kumkumbhagya pragyamehra pragyaarora abhishekmehra kkb abhigya

[leila1]

OS: Marham

The last 24 hours were nothing but chaotic. It was nothing short of a roller coaster in the lives of the Raizadas and Guptas. However, there was one person who had taken impact severely, agreeably  more than anyone could understand. 

It was Khushi. 

Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada. The name carried its burden alright. 

From becoming one to almost being separated forever, the turn of events hadn't completely sunk in, until now. 

Khushi stood by the poolside as her hands under the towel stopped midway upon remembering a whirlwind of moments. The last few months of her life played in front of her eyes at high speed. 

Every moment spent in this room was nothing but living on the edge. With no certainty and a lost future every minute was a surprise. 

As the wind blew in, the water droplets moved against her neck sending a chill down her spine. Remembering the nights spent by the pool, she couldn't help but feel shook at the journey from the cold tiles to the warm bed. 

And the eventful day had only cemented that journey. A wave of emotions ran through her as a lone tear teased at the edge of her eye. 

Khushi, absorbed in thoughts, didn't realize when the door unlocked and a surprised Arnav had stopped behind her. 

Arnav didn't quite understand her sudden stillness. Last time he checked she was cheerful and excited for new beginnings. He placed her hand on her shoulder in an attempt to offer comfort. His touch unleashed the flow of tears threatening to spill. If Arnav was shocked he didnt let it show on his face, he raised his hand to wipe her tears, however stopped midway. 

“Agar aap aaj na aatey to” 

She continued to stare outside. 

Arnav felt a lump in his throat. His hands dropped with his shoulders and gaze. 

He should have known. Expecting a happy Khushi despite all the build up was imprudent. 

Her lips twitched, turning the smile he was so used to seeing into a frown. Arnav continued to stare at the towel in her hands. He heard her muffled sobs as the towel fell from her hands touching the cold marble floor. The state of her emotions, more evident in the moonlight. 

She continued to sob as she repeated the same words. She stood like a stone and closed her eyes. 

The possibilities flashed before her eyes. Not to mention a life of misery and humiliation. 

“I'm sorry” he whispered before she fell to the ground. 

As if the strength in her only waited to hear those words before crashing. 

“Khushi!” a hoarse whisper fled his lips. 

He sat down holding her in his arms. 

She relaxed a bit and turned to him. 

“Agar aap aaj na atey...to..to..main” she sobbed. 

He knew full well where her fears stemmed from. The fear of abandonment yet again. The fear of rejection by the one person you have given your all to, for the second time. 

“Im sorry Khushi, I am really sorry” 

He kept whispering words of apology, words of  affirmations. 

Not in a million years he could see this coming especially when things were going smooth, or so it seemed. But when did he have the time to live outside his head. It was always about his experiences, his mistakes and his feelings-his understanding of things not to forget his impulsive decisions. Amidst the chaos in his own life he completely forgot what she might be going through. 

His own heart started to ache seeing her break, knowing somewhere he had caused it albeit unknowingly. 

Arnav continued to stroke her back and hair. He hadn’t realized when his own tears had started to fall, wetting her hair. Khushi looked up to see his wet lashes closed. Her heart ached to his tear stricken face, she hadnt meant to upset him. 

Her hands rose and touched his cheeks on their own. Feeling the cold pad of her thumb Arnav opened his eyes. 

He kissed her eyes. 

“I'm sorry” whispered again, for the nth time. 

Tonight Arnav desperately wanted to kill the ruthless businessman-or rather the facade he had created, the one who didn't believe in apologizing. He realized the damage he had caused, in the last 24 hours alone. The tales of the past was another story. 

It wasn't fair to her, for showing a fairytale one minute and punishing for the damage she hadn't caused the next. She had spread fragrance in his dull life, that's not how flowers were supposed to be treated. They required tenderness and utmost care. How could he let himself become part of the very crowd that he despised? 

Khushi wiped his tears, it killed her to see him like this. He didn't manage to kill her love with his hatred, how could she not love him now. Arnav held her hand in his, he slowly grazed the pads of her fingers before tenderly kissing each tip. 

He looked at the poolside then at her. The uncontrollable flow of tears wasn't enough to show his remorse. Arnav had not understood the weight of his actions, his words until now. How could he so carelessly make infinite promises with her, sealing their union and throw her on the edge only a few hours later?

He hated himself, more than he could ever put into his words. Something he couldn't say his tears did. 

“Im sorry”

He held her face between his palms. 

“Im sorry too” 

Khushi really felt for him. She couldn't hide her disturbance at almost losing him but at the same time understood his circumstances. He had not deserved what life threw at him. Not when he tried so hard to make amends. 

“Im sorry….Im sorry main chala gaya tha” 

He closed his eyes and kissed her forehead. 

Khushi moved closer and wiped his tears. She kissed his eyes as tears refused to stop in her own. 

“Im sorry...tumhe eik baar phir chodne ke liye” 

He looked in her eyes. 

She cried, not being able to come to terms with his turmoil. The fear of separation is worse than separation itself. And just the thought of it had shook Khushi to her roots. She had sent a million thanks heavenward when Arnav had finally shown up. 

Khushi was almost convinced, everything that could go wrong would go wrong. Her entire belief system had been crumbled with her had he not shown up. How everything had been reliant on his sole existence gave birth to a new fear. 

She held him close, his fragrance minglinging in her sobs. 

“I'm sorry” 

He spoke in her hair. 

She looked up in his eyes, which were now flooded with remorse. Emotions he hadn't known existed hit him like a rock. 

“Kuch bhi hojaye ab nahi choodonga”  he answered the unspoken questions in her eyes. 

“Promise” 

He kissed her ever so tenderly, mending all the broken pieces that made them. 

#arnav singh raizada #khushi kumari gupta #oneshot #writing #arshi #yaadhai