#ram x wife!reader

[ramcharantitties]

Rasiya

S/n: just a lil smut :)

Rrr! Ram x fem! Reader

Part 2

"YOU STO-" "shhh" "you stole this?" Jenny stared at you with a smug smile, and nodded quickly. Jenny, with her friend, recently visited a woman deep in the forest, said to heal people spiritually. Her friend believed in such superstitions, and Jenny just tagged along. There, her eyes caught sight of a small vile, which the woman introduced as an aphrodisiac- a potion made of everything that may make a person lost in their sexual needs. Jenny knew exactly whom to give this to.

Jenny spoke up, as you investigated the tiny bottle, "Just add this in a glass of milk, it will be fine. For the worst, nothing will happen, and for the best" you looked back at her, and both erupted in a fit of laughter. "I hope I don't regret this" you muttered, when a clang of metal, familiar as the latch of the door was heard outside. You placed the bottle behind the steel containers in the shelf, following Jenny out. Your husband has finally come home.

"Jennifer, great to see you" Ram greeted her, and they mingled in a conversation for a while. Realizing the time, she bid goodbye to both of you, smiling mischievously.

Ram changed from his uniform and freshened up, settling with a book on bed. "Do you want some milk?" Ram peered at you, leaning on the door frame. He nodded, quickly going back to reading. It wasn't like you weren't getting any action, but you always felt that Ram held back so he does not hurt you. Maybe this will help in some way? You emptied the liquid in the warm glass, mixing it thoroughly. You sipped a spoonful, just to ensure if you could taste something different. Nothing. Making your way to the shared room, you couldn't help but giggle on the inside.

Ruffling his mop of hair, you placed the glass beside him, earning a side eye from him. "I am gonna take a bath" you informed, disappearing behind the door, eyeing Ram picking up the glass.

It wasn't even ten minutes later, but you couldn't help but rub your bare legs, the anklets chiming by the movement. If a spoonful was making you feel like this, how is Ram so silent outside? You adjusted your blouse and tied the knots of your skirt, your saree waiting on the bed.

For some reason, Ram couldn't concentrate anymore on the words in front of him. His mind wandered off to your scent, your supple skin and bright eyes. It wasn't strange, but this felt ignited and induced. Ram felt his heart speed up, just thinking about you. He gulped, feeling the strain near his thigh. This, was strange. Yes, you have made him feel aroused many times, but usually you did something that attracted him to you. Right now he only drank the glass of milk- was there something in it?

The wooden noise of the bathroom door alerted Ram you were making over to the bedroom. Ram heard the anklets and saw you come in the room, your wet hair open, just in blouse and skirt. He couldn't help but stare. When the gods made you, they spent days to perfection.

You kept your feet on the dressing table, rubbing the scented oil on your shins, switching legs. Later, you moved up, rubbing the oil on your back and neck. Ram shut his book close, keeping it beside the empty, foggy white glass. He made his way to the windows and closed the gates, pulling the curtain over them. You stared at him from the mirror, nervous. When he shut the door, Ram made sure to make eye contact with you in the mirror. The room had slanted rays of setting sun highlighting the floor and some of the books, except that, it was pretty much brown and dark.

Ram slowly walked towards you. You turned around to face him, and backed on the dressing table as you felt him coming close. Only mere centimeters away, Ram leaned in, placing a hand on the mirror behind you. You couldn't find the Ram in his eyes you usually do. There was something far more fiercer, penetrating his gaze. It didn't look like the shy Ram who hugged you and kissed your neck and asked you if you wanted to make love tonight. These eyes looked like as if they would hunt you down and devour you.

"What did you add in the milk?" Ram could tell by your expression you were caught. "Nothing" you muttered, just above your breath. Ram's hand caught your wrist, holding it behind your body. He paid no attention to your scrunched eyebrows. "Are you going to lie to me?" He rasped in your ear, making you shudder. Your mind went in a frenzy, and settled on doing something he might not like. You pushed past him, hurrying to the door, when Ram caught your wrist, pulling you in his chest hard. He then slammed you on the wall, eliciting a yelp from you. He held your hands tightly above you in a strong grip.

"Do you want me to repeat myself?" His voice dropped octaves, sending a shiver down your spine. "A- aphrodisiac" you could see his gears turning physically, from confusion to realisation, to a smirk on his face- revenge? Ram's hand moved to the back of your head, grasping your hair. You gasped, holding his wrist. It sting. Ram sat you down on the bed, loosing his grip. "You don't get enough of what I give?" Ram's question looked more like a threat. Scared, you nodded, only to be pushed back on the bed with a sudden force on your shoulder. You sat up on your elbows, feeling naked all of a sudden. "If that's so, then why would you add a whole vile of that potion in my milk?" That was the last thing you expected to see- Ram holding the small bottle in his fingers. Your eyes widened on their own.

The look of a hunter was prominent on his face as he crawled up on you. He looked like a desperate lion in heat. As if you would succeed, you tried to get back away from him, realising you were caught between the headboard and Ram himself. There was an attempt to run away, but Ram grabbed your thighs and pulled you close to him, holding himself on top of you. The only coldness he had in his body was the Om locket that touched your chin. "If you keep running away, I'll have to tie you. Do you want me to do that, Mrs. Ramaraju?" you felt your breath leaving your body when he rasped the words in your ear. The title from his lips felt like you were floating in the wind. You've started to like the choice you've made.

Ram stared at your nervous face, but the only thing his mind would settle on were your lips. The pink, plump lips he so wanted around his cock. He leaned down to capture your lips in his, pushing his tongue out. Not sure if it was the potion or you, Ram felt that he was dizzy. The only thing that made sense to him was the kiss, the feeling of your lips on his, the rubbing of his facial hair and your occasional mewls. You felt Ram's hand trail down your body, from your naval, to your waist, making his way in the fold of your skirt. You felt his warm hands on your thighs, parting them away.

He didn't want to let go, the sweet taste of your tongue, but the lack of breath pulled him away. Your red lips didn't make anything better for him. You moaned when you felt his fingers on your clothed cunt, massaging it. His hand moved inside, when you felt a cold metal on your clit. You looked at him surprised, only to see him smirk. You realised the bottle of potion was missing. You didn't know what he was doing, but you could feel a wet substance, except you, being spread on your lips. Ram's fingers massaging sends waves down your body, making you moan. His fingers moved down to your aching hole, only to feel the base of the bottle on your entrance. You couldn't help but close your eyes, feeling the now warm bottle enter you. Ram saw your face contort in pleasure, moans escaping endlessly. He was right to close the doors. The bottle was just half a finger long, not giving you enough. You opened your eyes to see him staring at you, your every expression. He heard your plea, your hold on his arm knowing you wanted more but he wasn't willing to fulfill your needs.

Ram pulled his hand out, throwing the bottle somewhere on the bed. You saw his glistening fingers, and your legs shut on their own. Ram crawled off you, and you followed his movements, sitting on the bed. "Whatever you've done to me" he put his hand around your throat, standing you up. "You're going to pay for it."

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Part 1 Done! Part 2 is wip <3

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[lotus-n-l0ve]

𝐇𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞? 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭? 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞?

— Ram (RRR) x Female Reader

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : Your husband doesn't love you or does he? (I suck at writing synopsis 🥲)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : Simp Ram, drunk Ram, make out in the end, kissing, neck kisses, 2.3k words.

ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ : I know the title doesn't match the fic that much but I can't think of anything. I originally never planned on writing anything about Ram but this one is for @afortoru . I'm soooooooo sorry mamma for the long wait. Hope you like it. Enjoy ♡

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐑𝐑𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

'I've fixed your marriage with Alluri Sitarama Raju, a junior of mine. The marriage will take place after a month. I hope you have no problem with it."

Those were the words your father told about a month ago and in an blink of an eye you were now married to a man who you have never seen before, talked to or heard of before. You had dreams, marrying someone who would love you dearly. After all Shri Hari would never choose the wrong person for you.

But Ram? He was not one of those husbands who ordered their wife around, use them for their own pleasure and even beat their wives. But the problem is he is too distant. In the past week of marriage with him, you barely saw him home. Always leaving before you wake up and coming home after you had gone to sleep. You felt like you were living alone.

You sighed as teared your eyes from the book on your lap and looked at the clock. It was already past midnight and Ram still wasn't home but today you will not sleep till he comes back home. You were determined to talk about his distance and hopefully come to a middle ground.

The clock hit one as a chain of fading sound unstable footsteps became clear. It was coming from the front door and your suspension was proven right when a thud sound, like something heavy hitting the door, came from the front door.

You got up from the the couch and walked up to the door, leaving your book resting on the low table. You unlocked the opened it only enough to peek outside. A uncontrollable gasp left you when you saw Ram, your husband, leaning his body on a pillar of the porch. His hand clutching his head and his body on the verge on fainting.

"Ram?" You swung the door open and rushed to help him lean on you.

Wrapping an arm around his waist you stumbled to living room and made him lie on the couch, wondering to yourself what on earth happened to him. Ram lied on there groaning in pain.

You quickly gathered a bowl of water, cleath clothes and the first-aid kit and yourself sat on the couch by his waist. You stared at him, in concern and in hasistation. Concern because there were small bruises, cuts and even little splatter of blood all over his body and clothes. And Hasistate because to mend his would you would have to take of his shirt and that felt too intimate.

Ahhh. Whatever! I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm just trying to help him and he is my husband not other man.

You thought to yourself before your trembling hand reached out to the top button of his uniform. Just as your were about to open it a hand shot out to stop yours, making you startled back.

"What do you think you are doing?" He murmured as his honey eyes stared at your, unsteady and barely kept open, "Do you know that I'm a married man?"

Is he drunk?

"Well Mr. Ram I have to take your shirt to mend your wounds." You say sarcastically, hoping that he would let you do so without any more trouble.

"Wounds?" He asked and you nodded back. He stared you for a few minutes before releasing your hand, "Okay. Only for that okay? Don't try anything funny. I can fight."

You mumble a quiet 'okay' and undo his shirt. Just as you had assumed there were tiny scratches all over his torso. You dipped the clean cloth in the water and began to clean him up, starting from his face.

"Do you know how pretty my wife is?" Ram said, breaking the silence in the room. You fought to keep your cheeks from heating up. He definitely is drunk.

"How beautiful?" You whispered, sound refusing to come out.

"How beautiful?" He smiled like a idiot, eyes averting to the ceiling, "She is like Goddess Lakshmi on earth. Her eyes, face, hair is like jewels and laugh is like Goddess Saraswati's vina's melody. The food she cooks is like Amrit."

If you were not blushing before, you surely are now. So he did eat the food you always left on table for him. You could have even imagined that Ram thinks of you like that. A greedy hope bubbled up in your heart.

"You are saying all that but you toh never even look her way." You say as you drop the now dirty cloth in the bowl and pick up the ointment tube. You wanted to know he actually felt about you. If he did like you then why was he so distant.

Ram released a tired sigh at your words, "Trust me when I say I don't like this either. Her father is F/N L/N, a trustee of the British. He suddenly married her of to a lowly Indian like me who is fighting for his people and that's suspicious. I don't know if I can trust her or not. If she finds out........."

Ram trailed off, not finishing the sentence. Your face frowned in confusion. What was he talking about?

"What are you talking about?"

Ram looked at you, feeling sceptical. Should he tell this stranger about that? Well she was taking care of him, so she definitely doesn't mean harm. Ram beckoned you to lean closer and you did.

"I............ I.......... I—" Ram starts but before he could say anything he was already knocked out dead. You sigh in frustration. Today you had a chance to get to know him and seems like not even Hari is on you side.

You applied ointment on the last visible would and put the tube back in the box. You bandaged up where needed and collected the dirty things to wash them. As you picked up the discarded shirt, a piece of paper fell of from it's pocket. You lift the paper and read the content written on it.

It was a letter from some Vasu. It asked about the plan where Ram was supposed to steal information of British's arm force and pass it to him and how much people back home miss him. So this is what Ram was talking about. He's not working for British Raj but against them.

You looked at now sound asleep Ram thinking to yourself — "Dumbo, If you had any doubts, you could have just asked me."

Chuckling to yourself, you kept the letter safe in a drawer and started cleaning the dirty clothes. Whatever has happened you could not let Ram get in trouble. The night passed with Ram being unaware of the rest of the world and you not being able to sleep because now that you knew his dilemma, you would do anything to work this marriage out.

The next morning clock hit 9 in the morning as the beautiful singing of birds woke Ram up. He blinked his eyes to cleanr out the fogginess as the ceiling of his living room came in his view. Confused Ram sat up on the couch before all the events of previous night hit him all at once.

His eyes widened as he remembered his father in law inviting him to drink with him and some of his friends. Ram had a few glasses before disappearing in the building. He was going to steal the arm force information and he was so close but someone walked in on him. Sadly Ram had to run away with any useful clue. Ram remembers how while climbing over a wall he fell and got injured after that he doesn't remember anything.

A pounding ache in his head brought Ram to present. Clutching his head Ram looked down at his shirtless, mended self. Panick filled his mind as he stumbled to find his shirt, he can't let anyone find the letter, specially not you. He looked under the pillows, the table.

As he leaned down to see under couch, you voice called back, "Looking for this?"

His back visibility tensed as he snapped his head towards you to see you leaning against the railing at the bottom of the stairs, holding out the letter for him to see. Ram's expression morphed into a 'oh no'. He looked like a deer in headlights. You fake coughed to hide the laugh threatening to break out.

"Y-Y/N? Where di-did you get that from?" Ram stuttered, heartbeat going on with the speed of a jet.

"O this?" You feigned a innocent look, "This fell out of your shirt when I took it to wash."

"Did you read a-anything?"

"Every single word."

"Y/N give it back to me." Ram stretched out his head to you.

"Here, take it." Relief washed over Ram as he was about to take the letter, you quickly swapped it out of his reach, "But I don't want to."

"Y/N, stop playing. That letter is really important."

"You want it?" Ram eagerly nodded at your words. "Then come and take it."

You said before sprinting up the stairs. Ram shouted at you to stop but when you didn't he ran after you. You could his footsteps coming closer and closer. A laugh erupted from your heart, you don't remember feeling this happy for god knows how long.

You threw open the door of the room at the very back, your be— no, both of your bedroom.

"Where will you go now?"

You turned to see Ram leaning both his hand on either side of the door, panting like crazy. Ram looked at you like predator looking at a prey a he marched towards you. Now your heart beating like a drum that feared he would be able to hear it from there. You took one step back with advancing ones.

Before you know, the back of your leg hit the bed and you were falling back on it, pulling Ram down in the process. He fell right on top of you, his hand resting by your sides to not crush you. Yout eyes locked. His chest was pressed against your heaving ones.

"Ram." You wishper his name. As he hummed, lost in the moment, you continued, "Do you not like me?"

This snapped Ram out of the dazed state, "W-Where di-d that came from? W-what? Wai-wait."

As he tried to get off of you, you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck pulling back to you, "We are not moving till I have all the answers to my questions. So, Do you not like mea?"

"No." His answer was short and shallow.

"Then why do threat me like I'm invisible to you? I'm your wife Ram but I barely get to even see you."

"Y/N, it's not like that." Ram stared at you, debating with himself if he should tell you or not. At last Ram sighed, "Promise me you will keep this a secret."

"I promise."

With your promising words Ram explained to you everything. Who he actually was, his reason to work under British government and why he was so hasitente with you.

"Can't believe I made you believe that don't like you." Ram almost whined.

"Who said that?"

"What do you mean?" He frowned in confusion.

"Well My dear Patidev, Yesterday night you said some things that proved that you anything but not like me."

"What did I say?" His expression morphed into a horrified one.

"Is that really important right now?" You pulled him closer to you.

He was so close to you that you could feel his heartbeat. Only fabric of your saree and blouse separating you two. His warm exhale brushing over your face. His one arm rested on the bed while the other one traveled to cup your face.

Ram leaned in slowly before capturing your lips in his own. All the desperation of the past week pouring into that kiss. His hand left your face and glided down before resting on your bare waist as yours locked in his hair.

If not for the need of breathing Ram would have liked to kiss you all day and night long. Breaking the kiss he drifted down your neck, placing trails of wet kisses and marking it red and purple. You turned your head to the side, giving him more space to mark his territory.

That day you finally closed the distance between you two, your souls and your hearts.

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[afortoru]

𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖

Pairing: Ram x wife!reader

Summary: you always try to remain calm during those days but your husband knows how to pamper you even if you don't show it, but you're not complaining too.

Genre: fluff, periods comfort

Warnings: periods, cramps, slight cursing cause of the pain

Word count: 2.8 k

Notes: this is my first fic and yes I'm so embarassed, it's not proofread so pls pls pls bare with me. Just in the afternoon I was suffering with cramps so i decided to write this and guess what I suffered more...almost had a crisis wondering would i actually finish it today. If you're reading, i lobe you soo much *mwah*.

You felt something uneasy in your sleep as you shuffle in your bed trying to go back to sleep, since you knew it's still too early for you to wake up. No matter what you did, nothing worked atlast waking you up.

You opened your eyes to see the time on the clock hanging right infront of your bed, it was little bit dark you couldn't see exactly what time is it but through your blurry vision you make our that it's 4am.

Sighing you decided to go to the bathroom to check if it's really what you think it is. Before moving out of the bed you eyes drifted towards your husband's sleeping body, oh how peacefully he was sleeping. You didn't even want to turn the lights on now since you know he's already a light sleeper. Ram's tranquilly sleeping,lost in his dream world made you smile a bit forgetting that how annoyed you were that you couldn't sleep anymore now.

Not wanting to disturb your dear husband you made your way towards the bathroom as you pull back your pallu over your shoulders. It was a bit chilly but still a sweet cold sensation was touching your skin, i could've enjoyed this only if i didn't wanted to sleep a bit more, you thought to yourself.

Pushing the bathroom door open you stepped inside, tugged your saree up in your skirt as you closed the door.

"Aah shit, here we go again…why god?", you knew your prayers won't help stop your periods and those nasty cramps. Sighing and mentally preparing yourself for the upcoming 5 days suffering plus doing the household work, it's gonna be one hell of a bloody ride.

You have always tried to stay calm trying to busy yourself with the household work during period. Not wanting to bother anyone but your husband, Ram, he had always told you to rest as he would always try to help you cope with the pain.

You came back to your room. Your were glad to see him still sleeping as you made your way towards the wardrobe to get your pads. It took you another 30 minutes since you also decided to get showered too. 

Now you're standing in front of the mirror getting ready for the day with your wet hair still tied in your red cotton towel, knowing oh so well you gotta survive the nasty cramps still wanting to keep a straight and calm expression.

Normally you could have gone to your Pooja room by now but you can't today so you decided to wake Ram up a bit early so he could do the pooja today but there's still time left for him to wake up so you decided to first to prepare the breakfast.

Entering the kitchen, you started preparing the ingredients.

"Ahh..mmm…fuck this hurts so bad" you shrieked in pain while doing your work. " Oh lord, just a little less pain would help, please….mmm….ufff damn cmon" you sighed as you felt the pain getting a bit less as you continued your work.

It's already 6 am, i should wake him up,you thought to yourself as you made your way towards your the bedroom only to find the bed empty and your husband is nowhere to found. Did he already woke up… you walked towards the bathroom, the lights were on inside and there was a sound of running water. This was enough to let you know he was already awake. 

"You woke up early today?" he said making his way towards you while rubbing his wet hair with a towel. 

You just nod while sitting sitting on the wooden sofa in the drawing room.

"Why, what happened is there something today?" he asks sitting beside you as you shifted away from him leaving him astonished. "Hey what happen-", "I need your favour" you stated cutting him off mid sentence. 

"Will you please to the pooja today?" you asked as he regain his normal expression. "Sure I will, but are you ok, is there anything you wan-", "first do the pooja, you know you can't touch me before the pooja".

He just nodded. Ram was quick to tell that you're on your periods and there's no good for him asking you more questions now. 

As he left to the pooja room, you made your way towards the kitchen to make the tea for the both of you. Your and his taste in tea were coincidentally the same. You liked it with more milk and sugar and Ram seemed like a person who would like a strong tea but he was more towards the way you had your too. Your were truly shocked to know he also likes his tea with more milk and sugar in your early marriage, maybe a little dash of malai (cream). 

You tried to divert your mind but the cramps were hella stubborn. "Aahh..uh shit" you hold on to the kitchen counter as you pressed your lips onto each other to minimise the pain but it didn't help.

"Hey, are you ok?" you felt your husband's hand on your waist on the side which wasn't covered with your saree. You shook your head to no.

"A-are you d-done with p-", he knew what were you about to ask just as he carried you bridal style and start making his way towards the hall. "W-what are you doing? put me down, the tea!" you stated as you now you clutched you hands on his shirt.

"Taking care of my wife and the tea, I'll bring it so you just lay down and let me take care of you", he put you down on the wooden sofa placed in the centre of the hall. He made you lie flat on your face, facing the sofa. 

You felt his hands on your back, massaging smoothly. "Feels good, dear wife?", you hummed as a reply. He knew exactly what makes you feels relaxed at times like this. 

You felt his hands in you your feet as you looked back, "n-not my feet, hey it's fine you don't have to massage under my feet honey" you said showing an expression of uncomfortableness but little did you know he won't listen since he's determined to take care of his wife before leaving for his work. He knew that rubbing under your feet makes you feel good during periods. 

"Don't worry my sweetheart, I know it feels good, isn't it? Plus if you're worrying about me touching your feet than don't cause you're my better half and i don't have any problem doing it" he stated calmly with a smile over his face as his eyes meet with yours telling you to just relax and let him do it.

"The tea, it must be cold by now" you stated as you suddenly remember that you left it in the kitchen since Ram said that he'll bring it later.

"Don't worry, I'll reheat it but first you tell me are you feeling ok now, I'll do massage you more if you want" he asked showing concerned to you.

"I'm fine now, you can you bring the tea now" you affirmed as he nodded and stood up to walk towards the kitchen.

5 minutes later he showed up from the kitchen not just the tea but with the breakfast."Oh god i totally forgot to serve you breakfast,maati maari gai hai meri aaj" you spoke as you palmed your forehead."Hey it's alright, i wasn't hungry anyways and how can I think about food when my has no appetite, huh bec-", "because I'm your other half, i get it Pati dev, now let's just eat cause i don't know about you but I'm hungry" you completed his sentence. 

He chuckled. After few minutes later you realised that it's time for him to leave for the police station. You stood up to take the utensils in the kitchen but then he stopped you and pulled you onto his lap.

"W-what are you doing again, you know you'll get late if-" your stopped talking as you feel him nuzzle his face inti your neck from behind. 

"Don't worry wifey, i won't get late" he stated as you could feel his hot breath on you neck, with this you decided to let this moment sink the both of you. Afterall you also needed him even if you don't show it always. 

Few minutes together before you have to push him away to get ready to leave for work.

"I wish I could stay longer with you but please take care of yourself and you call call me on the office phone if you need anything, ok ?" he stated before giving you a kiss on your forehead.

"Sure my dear husband, I will call you and only you if I need anything" you affirmed him with a gentle smile, "also Pati dev, thankyou so much for the massage, try to come early tonight. I'll miss you" with your statement Ram chuckled a bit. "Ofcourse I will, how can I not accept my beautiful wife's order as an obedient police officer" he assured you before leaving for the police station.

You were smiling at his little joke as you waved him goodbye. 

Entering the house again you checked it's 7 am, so there's another 15 hours for him to return at around 10 pm in the evening and you already miss him.

You sighed as you made your way inside the bedroom, there wasn't much work to do so you decided to take a nap.

Normally you'd cook lunch for him and send it through an office boy or sometimes you'll pay him a visit with the lunch but today Ram banned you to do anything as he said that he'll have the lunch from the police canteen. 

With so many random thoughts about your husband and your future, you never knew when did you fell in a deep slumber. Maybe it's because you wake up early everyday and still have enough strength to stay awake all day but today your body needed rest as it doesn't seem to wake up anytime soon.

You wake up with a loud knock on your main door as you try to make out how much time has passed since you have been sleeping.

"Oh my god! It's almost 5 pm!" your eyes widened realising you have been sleeping for that long. You made your way towards the door hearing the banging."Whoever it is, they are one hella of an impatient person" ,you mumbled to yourself. "Aai baba, darwaja hi tor doge kya" you opened the door to see your favourite brother also Ram's best friend, Bheem.

"Bheem bhaiya! it's you, please come in, kaise aana hua" you scanned his expressions as he looked worried.

"Behen where were you i have been knocking for so long, you got me worried" he stated in concern. 

"Oh my, I'm sorry bhaiya i slept maybe that's why I couldn't-" you were cut off as Bheem placed his hand on your forehead to check your temperature,"behen are you sick, should i take you to the near hospital" he cuts you off, concern over his speech and all over face for you.

"I'm fine bhaiya, no need for going anywhere please come in" you requested."Are you sure you're fine and you have no fever?" he asked in concern. "Haa bhaiya, I'm fine now please come in!" he's been just standing outside the doorstep even you keep requesting him to come in.

"No behna, i can't come in actually Ram bhaiya sent these mogre ka gajra for you. I'm here to just give it to you, that's all" he stated as he handed you a black polythene with the gajra inside. Your eyes widened in surprise "he send this f- for me?" , Bheem nodded with a big smile as a reply. "T- tell him I'm very thankful and i loved it but he should come home early if he wants to see me wear this", bheem chuckled "sure I'll tell bhaiya to come home early to you my little sister". 

He left as he patted your head and waved you a goodbye.

You were about to close the door as you see Bheem running towards your house, "BEHNA! listen i forgot something to tell you!" 

"Oh my god calm down bhaiya, what is it?" you asked 

"Ram bhaiya said you don't have to cook dinner and that he'll bring something tonight for you"

"Oh ok, bhaiya. Is there anything else bhaiya?" you said trying to look calm but internally you were blushing thinking about your husband's way to take care of you.Bheem shook his head as he finally left.

You had a light snack around 7 pm since your weren't hungry. Periods always makes sure to ruin your appetite whether it gives you cramps or not.

You took a shower in the evening and got fresh. Standing right infront of the mirror to get ready you took out the gajra out of the black polythene. It smelled beautiful, just like your Ram, so sweet that you always wanna keep him with you and always be with him wherever he goes. 

You put on the gajra on your hair and tucked it properly using some clips to secure it in your bun.

You were busy folding some clothes as you heard a knock on you door. Walking out of your room, you checked the time.

It's only 9 pm now, it must be someone else, you thought to yourself thinking it's not your husband. 

As you opened the door your eyes widened in amusement seeing Ram standing in front of you. He was holding one big black polythene and one small one. You were so happy to see him come early for you that you almost jumped to hug him but his firm arms were quick to hold you in his embrace.

Ram smiled as he kissed your forehead, still hugging you."How are you doing, are the cramps hurting alot?" he asked but you ignored his question as you said, "I missed you, thanks for the gajra though, they are beautiful!".

Ram already noticed the gajra on your bun, " not as beautiful as you, my love" he said as he patted your head, making you blush in his broad shoulders.

"Should we go in now, i know you're hungry look I bought all your favourites for dinner" he spoke looking at you.

You two walked in and Ram plated the dinner after he got fresh asking you to just sit and let him serve you. You keep telling him that he can atleast let you serve it but no he won't budge. 

After eating you pleaded him to atleast let you do the dishes. So you two did it together, still better than him doing all this by himself. You knew his job was very tiring both physically and mentally. You always try to give him with maximum rest when he's home, most of the nights as he lays his head on your lap telling you about his day is something both of you loved to do.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him to join you in the bed as Ram entered in the a room with a bowl and spoon in his hands.

"Gulab jamun for my sweet gulab jamun, my dear wife!" he exclaimed making you smile at the sight of your favourite dessert. You looked at him so in love that you couldn't explain, you really wanted to kiss him all over his face so you did. As he sat beside you on the bed, you set the bowl aside as pulled him in a soft kiss. Now it was his turn to be surprised. He was amazed with a sudden shower of love from his wife, he didn't thought much before he held you close and kissed you back pressing his lips over yours, you both closed your eyes and the feeling you two were sharing was the most valuable thing you could ever ask for. 

You pulled back as you rest your head on his shoulders and you both started laughing softly, his hands still holding you close to himself. 

"So was it the Gulab jamun, cause if you kiss me like this I won't hesitate to bring it for you everyday", you chuckled at his words hitting him slightly. "No dumbo, it's you, it's cause I love…and also the gulab jamun" you joked making him chuckle.

He fed you the gulab jamun as you both finished eating it and settle on the bed to finally dooze off in each others arm.

You know he'll always fight everything that would ever try to hurt you and if it's something like periods, he'll do the most corniest things to make you feel good afterall a little bit of cringe is ok when two souls are so in love with each other.

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This is the first fic i posted yall, I'm emotional sobs

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Dagger and Arrows (16)

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

Ram x (still alive) Wife!Reader

Word Count : 904

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

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

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

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

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

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

“More water?” She asked again.

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

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

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

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

“I am so sorry.” She started.

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

“Malli?” She asked.

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

“How, what-”

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

“I-”

“Not now.” Seetha echoed.

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

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

She lifted her lips into a small smile. 

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

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

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

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

“Ram-”

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

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

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

She shook her head.

“I am okay. I will be okay.”

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

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

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

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11. Kaali Kaali raaton se hone lagi h dosti.

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Akhtar looked on as Ram dug through his clothes in the cupboard. Folding his legs, he sat on the bed. "You don't have to."

"Shut up."

He sighed drumming his fingers on the wooden frame. He looked at the pool of perfectly clean and ironed shirts and pants around his feet.

"You better clean this up before Y/n sees it."

Sighing again, he leaned on his hand. Ram hummed distracted. This idiot is going to be in so much trouble.

"Ahaa!"

He blinked and turned his head just in time to get smacked by an undershirt in his face. "That could fit you."

Bheem looked at the white fabric in his hand. The first time Ram tried to dress him up was cute, second was fine, third was tolerable but now it was getting too much.

He didn't need to dress up and impress Jenny, outward appearances didn't matter to her. Ram was just an annoying bug who took this weird habit very seriously.

"I have this."

Bheem threw the undershirt back at Ram's head.

"Oh."

He smacked his head, Ram was now digging through another column. As cute as Ram's concern about his love life was, Bheem wasn't ready to be scolded Y/n.

All this mess was going to get Ram in trouble, he just knew it. Y/n would give him the worst stink eye while handing all these shirts and pants to be ironed again.

The saying 'gehu k saath ghun bhi pista' was haunting bheem. He was so going to be the ghun. He was going to be crushed along with the wheat like a bug.

"Bhai-"

He started, "you don't have to." It appeared his words fell on deaf ears. Ram neither turned nor hummed.

Before Bheem could think about how lucky he was, he heard faint sounds of payal. He flailed his arms from the bed to signal as if Ram's eyes were at the back of his head.

"Ye sb kya h?!"

Bheem scrambled to his feet and went to stand behind Y/n, "I didn't do anything."

"I can see."

He sighed quietly, in relief. Ram's frame was blocked by the cupboard. Bheem looked at the still shadow and barked a laugh, instantly forcing a cough to cover up.

"Ram?"

He quickly covered his face with a hand, he didn't know Ram was capable of squeaks.  I told you to clean up.

Y/n looked at the floor, covered in all the clean and crumpled shirts and pants. "I- Why did you throw the ties? The ties, Ram? You couldn't slide them?"

She bent down to pick up the blue tie.

"Bhabhi, I promised I'd meet Jenny."

She hid a smile, they were really cute together. "Ha, have fun."

Finally Ram shut the doors and looked at her. In purple saree and few wayward strands framing her face, he couldn't make out the meaning of her relaxed expressions.

Her forehead was void of lines and eyebrows were in their natural arch, why on earth she had the tiniest smile on her lips. Where did she learn to keep her eyes empty? And when?

"..y/n?" He hopped over the pile he had created, skeptical of her. "Are- are you mad?"

"Why would I be mad?"

She pressed her lips harder and bit the inside of her lip. His eyes widened comically slow and his shoulders raised making his face jut out.

He didn't believe her. She had to be mad. How could she not be, this must be sarcasm.

"Look around, why wouldn't you be mad?"

He's right, she mused, but he's so cute. His wide eyes did a wonder on her everytime she looked into them.

Pursing her lips, she took a step towards him and he took one back. Her breath picked up a little, hesitantly she stepped forward one more time and he backed once again.

His heart picked pace, her eyes didn't stray away. Apprehension left his mind, replaced by- by a strange anticipation.

The playful gleam in her eyes left him completely breathless. Did she not realize what she did to his poor heart?

He kept taking tiny steps till his back hit the wall.

Y/n pouted, she was too short to cage him between the wall and her hands like he did to her. Her eyes slowly advanced down from his face and came to stop at the button he loved to leave open.

It's like he doesn't realize what he does to me.

Ram was almost certain he was hallucinating. His wife was pressed upto him and fiddling with his shirt's buttons, this had to be some kind of a dream. The brilliance on her face was the one he had only witnessed in his dreams.

"Why would I be mad, patidev?"

He gulped, suddenly feeling extremely hot. A whine bubbled to his throat of how she wasn't being fair to him. He dreaded this would be too much and his patience would snap.

"Say na.."

Her voice went pierced his heart like an arrow from Manmatha's quiver. He clenched and unclenched his fingers on the side.

'I, uh.. you-"

His stomach flipped and he gulped, awaiting what she'd do next.

Y/n grazed his skin lightly with her nails, enjoying the pleasant view of him shivering.

Her heart thrummed against her ribcage- hair falling on his forehead, his lips slightly ajar and eyes unfocused.  She felt sparks under her skin.

"I'm not mad."

He felt her hand trace his collar before she tugged on it, pulling him down.  "How can I be mad at my chand? My pati? My parmeshwar?"

She bit back a giggle and ran her fingers through his short hair, massaging his scalp. Ram sighed, eyes fluttering in relaxation.

"I'm not mad because you will clean the mess you made."

Her lips grazed the shell of his ear, unable to resist, his eyes clenched and his heart flipped, the desire to hold her flush against him was rising with each passing second. All Ram could feel was the warm breath, her chest almost pressed against his, her scent cast a charm on him.

Y/n slowly retracted herself and took a few steps back before his eyes opened and the fog cleared. With shaking feet she took a step back, his eyes widened, she knew she had messed with him.

Fast as lightning, she turned and ran out of the room with Ram hot on her heels. Her feet thudded against the floor, laughter chimed through the house.

Her loose hair flew behind her in ripples, hands lifting the saree a bit and she looked back to see him at an arm's length.

Y/n squeaked and circled around the buckets huddled near the handpump, behind the sack of wheat and the dining table. Narrowly missing him, she ran back towards their room.

His eyes followed her, a familiar feeling simmered in his chest. He took long strides and finally grasped her arm, turning her face to him.

She gasped suddenly feeling her feet trip on air, yelping Y/n tried to brace herself against his frame.

Ram was out of breath and unsuspecting. Instinctively his arms circled around her waist, pulling her over him as they fell on the bed.

Legs hanging from the bed, they stayed there for a minute trying to catch their breath. She curled up on his side.

Ram wrapped his arm around her frame and pulled her half over him. He looked at the ceiling through the flimsy curtains.

Finally, his heart calmed down and the thudding in his ears dulled into nothing, allowing him to listen to her steady breaths.

Floral scent wafted from her freshly washed hair. She was busy drawing small circles over his shirt.  Cool breeze entered through the window.

"Do we have to?"

Y/n chortled, hiding her face. "Yes, we do."

Soft curls brushed against his cheek as she tried to get up. He fought the urge to pull her back to him.

She looked at her her husband, sprawled on the bed like a starfish and snorted. Her eye twitched again when she looked at the cupboard.

"I wasn't joking, you're the one who's going to clean his mess."

Her voice broke through his musings, he sat up and stretched his limbs as if he woke from a slumber.

"But-"

"No buts. I wont touch this at all."

He supposed it was only fair. Ram began collecting all the clothes on the floor and bundled them up on a chair.

"This?"

He looked at the red saree and shook his head. "You've complained it's too heavy before. We'll be there for a few hours, wear something light."

She rummaged through the stacks of silk and cotton again and pulled a beautiful yellow saree with green border. Taking out the blouse, she started walking towards the adjacent room.

It pinched her heart how they were still so far apart. Closer than they had ever been, sure but for some reason the fact that they still didn't have the comfort to change in the same room bothered her.

Most married couples had that, even the ones who barely tolerated each other then why couldn't her and Ram have that. She hoped some God heard her.

Tucking in the hip pleats, she reflected on last few months.

Once done with the saree, she went back in the room to see Ram on the bed, his undershirt was splayed on the side and he was just in his pants.

She gasped remembering the last time she saw him sitting like this, he didn't look mad- soothing herself she walked towards him.

Unpinned shoulder pleats opened and her pallu fell to her elbow, creating a drape. She stopped a couple steps away from the bed, "Ram?"

It seemed as if he didn't hear her. Y/n took a step forward and kept a hand on his shoulder gingerly.

"Ha?"

She sighed inadvertently, "where were you lost?"

"Nowhere." He shook his head, looking down.

Ram thought about his people back in the village, he remembered his promise. It pained him. He couldn't meet them till he fulfilled it.

Bed dipped beside him.

Y/n silently rubbed his arm, feeling the muscles ripple under her palm. "Do you not want to go? I can make any excuse next time I see Charu."

Her cousin, Charu was married in the same city as her. She had been pestering Y/n to visit her with Ram. Finally giving in, they decided to pay her cousin a visit in the evening.

"No! No.. I just- I haven't been to a relative's home in so long."

I haven't been to my relatives home in so long. She heard what he meant. Fighting the urge to shift closer, she continued the light caress, mapping the taut skin, the tension.

"We don't have to- if you really don't want to, we won't go. I don't mind, me and her aren't close anyways."

He looked at her, finally seeing the arch of eyebrow flatten and her forehead crinkle in worry. He only found sincerity in her eyes. He just wanted to stay at home and sleep.

Sleep.

He snorted remembering the time when he used to function  on mere two hours of rest.

"What?"

Ram leant forward, resting his chin on his locked hands. "Nothing." His eyes crinkled in humor when she lightly smacked his arm, "acha acha.. I just remembered how I used to stay awake at nights."

The white sheer curtains blew with the wind, she smiled as well. Her gaze traveled from his face to the shining silver chain.

Y/n hooked her arms with his, drawing it closer to her bosom and rested against his shoulder, "so we should cancel?"

His heart fluttered, feeling her soft skin graze his. It took everything in him to stay still and suppress the shivers. 

"No, let's go."

She stayed silent, just breathing silently, his mind wandered to their engagement.

She sat back straight, stretching out the moment before they would get up. He bit back an embarrassing sigh as she shuffled to the mirror.

Eyes hooded, with a lazy smile on his face he looked at her frame, longing for her. There was nothing he wanted more than to pull her in his arms. Straightening his back, Ram didn't break the stare.

Whenever he looked at her, it felt as if a haze descended on him. For that instant, that moment the world vanished in smoke. He relished the sweet view, committing the way her plump lips stretched, the way her eyes spoke to him- to his memory.

He saw how she shifted on her feet while brushing her hair, feeling the his flutter a little more when she swept them on a side baring the side of her neck.

His chest constricted and before he knew she was gasping in surprise. He caught her in an embrace, his arms around her waist.

Y/n was too focused on the electrifying grip, too distracted to form words for a few moments. Her heart tried to catch up with the beats lost because of him.

His facial hair tickled her neck as he pressed her back to himself and resting his chin on her shoulder. Unable to understand what he was doing, she simply held onto his hands locked in front of her.

Her throat refused to work, she looked in the mirror. Barely able make out the expression on his face she ran her fingers over his hands. All she saw was his hair falling on the forehead and his eyes, closed.

A slow shy grin formed on her lips as her fingers found their way to his face, cupping it lightly.

"Kya hua?"

She felt his cheeks lift in a smile, "I missed you." He whispered back making her heart soar.

Her eyes closed happily, indulging in his affections. Her breath hitched, feeling the tip of his fingers slowly caress her waist. Turning her head, she pressed a small, oddly angled kiss in his hair. I love you.

Comb was long forgotten on the floor, sun slowly inched behind the leaves. He felt every ounce of his body combusting, feeling the comfort as she combed through his hair.

He almost choked, wishing he could tell her how he felt. Ram imagined telling her one day, telling her how his heart beat for her, how his eyes searched for her, how he felt a strange pain whenever she wasn't around.

In his wildest dreams, she loved him back. In his half awake fantasies he could kiss her.

God how he wished he could kiss her..

When had he turned into such a lover.

He couldn't remember the time when he didn't wake up to her shining brown eyes. As much as kohl brought out her eyes, he absolutely loved seeing them bare.

I love you.

One day I'll tell you, thinking so he lay a chaste kiss on her temple.

He sighed in disbelief, the day he gathered enough courage didn't seem close. Squeezing her lightly one more time, he loosened the grip. He didn't want to let go.

Pressing his face in her neck one more time, he took a step back.

Y/n almost whimpered at the loss of contact. If he was trying to convince of her to stay home, he had succeeded.

"I'll get ready."

Her eyes widened like saucers, he  couldn't seriously be expecting her to walk out of the home right after he threw her brain in a frenzy.

Overcome by lethargy, she grabbed the back of his unbuttoned shirt, "some other time? Please?"

She watched his eyebrows arch and a knowing smile form on his face.

"Next time her husband pesters me, I'm blaming you."

Giggling, she couldn't help but wrap her arm around his broad shoulders, "You're the best!"

He couldn't help but laugh audibly either. He had married an absolute sweetheart. His fingers worked on closing the lower buttons as she swayed them lightly.

"Mhm, now what do you want for dinner?"

"What?"

He turned to her, breaking away from her embrace a bit, "what do you want for dinner? I'll get it."

Her eyes gleamed, "kachori!"

Hastily he tucked in the shirt and went out.

Y/n followed him to the door before switching on the lights. She collapsed on the chair like a heap, relaxed and happy.

She was glad that they didnt inform her cousin beforehand, nothing could have saved her then.

After waiting patiently for an hour or so there was a knock finally. She all but rushed to the door.

Securing the latch behind him, Ram handed her the bag. "Here."

"Go change, I'll set the table."

She watched him walk into the harsh yellow light. Leaves rustled above her, reflections from the metal containers laying around cast a glow on the veranda.

Changing weather bought with it a sense of tranquility. Her feet tingled in delight.

Basking in the feeling for a second, her feet rushed towards the kitchen. The packets were hot under her palm, she simply pulled out the plates and took out the contents from the paper bags.

She found an extra packet in the larger cloth bag. It wasn't warm, curious, she opened it.

Her eyes twinkled seeing the milkcakes. She loved them.

Just as she set down the plates, Ram walked out in his worn out yellow kurta. Y/n rolled her eyes.

"How long till you throw this away? Some of the rags are in better condition than this." She complained loudly.

He simple shrugged and muttered, "it's comfortable."

She imagined it was, it was a shame she couldn't pester him, he looked really good in that.

They ate in silence, enjoying the cold evening. After the harsh summers and relentless rains, these evenings felt like a blessing.

"Do you want something?"

She asked in between the morsels and waited as he hesitated and considered.

"No."

Y/n gave him another second. He quickly pointed to the chutney, asking for more.

She pressed her lips, biting back a fond smile. He loved coriander chutney.

"There's more right?" He asked quietly, she almost 'aww-ed' at how adorable he sounded.

"Haan."

Once again they lapsed in comfortable silence.

When both of them were done, she washed the utensils and he gathered up stuff lying around and locked the main door, as per their usual routine.

"I'm going up for a bit."

She simply hummed, focusing on the ash-y soap. It felt less irritating as her forehead was merely damp opposed to the usual dripping sweat.

Wiping her hands, she used the pallu to dab her face and pushed the loose strands behind her ear. Leaving the bulb in the living room on, she picked a handfan and went up.

She felt a dull ache in her calves, exhaustion finally setting in. Her shoulders drooped, her hands flailed a little on sides and she threw her head back.

Ram turned to the side startled as she plopped down on the swing. Chuckling, he took the fan from her kept it aside. Winds were pleasant. For the first time in months he liked how moonlight felt sheetal on his skin.

Stretching a little, he kept his arm over the blunt edges of the swing liking how Y/n immediately leaned against it. He gripped the metal to stop himself from curling his arm and bringing her to his chest.

Clouds approached from distance, he looked on- his eyes zeroing on the ominous looking tree in midst of the garden.

He knew she wasnt asleep, she was fiddling with a thread on his kurta. He remembered how she teased him earlier.

"You see that tree?"

Srunching her eyebrows, she looked at him and followed his sight to a tree. "Yes?"

No leaves. It looked cadaverous.

Ram hid a grin, "you remember that kid who jumped from the sixth floor in the next lane?"

"Haan. What about him?"

"It is said, he took shelter under that tree one stormy night and ever since he kept seeing a lady in white saree and sindoor over her face everywhere. Fed up of the mutilated visions, he jumped."

He angled his body towards her, biting his lip to keep a straight face.

Discomfort weaved through her, "what? Nonsense, none of this happens."

She hoped he didn't pick up the affirmative defense, she really hoped he didn't pick up on the fact that it was fake. Being a believer was such a pain when fate didn't bless you with courage.

Eyes widening like saucers, "Areyy it's not nonsense. A kid lost his life, how can you say it's nonsense?" He quipped loudly.

The gears of her brain turned, it worked to keep her from being scared. Y/n scoffed, not believing his story, "it could be that he was seeing things that weren't there. It happens."

Moon shone in the sky behind them. The shadows of balcony pricked her nerves. Back of the swing faced the room's window. A tiny flame burning on the table far from them didn't do much to illuminate the dark.

"Acha if it isn't true then why did your cousin keep hearing weird noises in the room right next to the peepal tree?"

Ram giggled on the inside, he knew it wasn't just her cousin who heard those screeches, "tell me, why the room next to the peepal?"

Dogs howled on the street. Shifting, she put a leg up, attempting to be discreet.

"We were kids!"

He could melt in a puddle, why did his wife had to look so adorable. Y/n almost let out an anxious exhale, her eyes darted to the room.

As the moon climbed, the shadows in the balcony grew stronger. She cursed the flickering flame of the candle. Did it have to flicker now? Why did her peripheral have to catch that?

"You know Mahesh? The guy I work with? Doors in his house keep unlocking on their own. How do you explain that?"

A bird chirped on their neem tree. It felt weird, wrong even, to hear birds around midnight. She looked at the dark leaves, cursing softly she folded both legs under her and shifted to face Ram.

He told her months ago, how locked doors opened with a loud bang at midnight at Mahesh's house. No burglar would make such a noise, and no one would open every single door and window, all at the same time.

"Must have been wind."

He put on a slightly quiet and deep tone, "wind? Wind was what your grandmother saw when she saw feet near the main door at two in the morning?"

Reminding her of the incident a few months ago, he looked forward flippant. Shuffle of fabric made way to his ears, when he looked at her again, her hand over the swing was no longer there but tucked at the front, her back didn't face the room anymore.

She remembered hearing a loud scream at the dead of night few days after their wedding. Suppressing a shudder she pulled her shoulders back, "it was dark, it could have been something else."

Gulping the knot in her throat, she argued weakly- adamant on keeping her dignity. Of course she knew what he was doing, this jerk, and she refused to loose.

"Tell that to poor girl who almost fell from stairs in the school."

"What girl?"

Ram pointed to a tall building visible faintly, "it is said a girl passed away from a severe asthma attack when her classmates bullied her, a few days ago a girl saw her wandering in the hall near stairs. Poor kid almost fell to her death."

She dithered, unable to repress the sudden quiver in her muscles, "sounds to me like she scared herself, nothing else."

The false bravado didn't fool him. He noticed how she curled up a little more with each instance he narrated. Mirth swam in his eyes.

"It isn't a trick of mind if someone else corroborates similar incidents, meri jaan. You know, the group of girls who bullied her see her, even often get tugged and scratched, inexplicably."

Y/n felt annoyance creep on her, she slapped his arm, "shouldn't you have less than little faith in those girl's stories, you know being a police officer?"

He didn't fully believe but then again, time had taught him to not be so dismissive of such matters.

"Okay, let me tell you what happened at the place I lived in before."

He too put up his feet and faced her. "Soo, it actually happened, like I'm not making this up."

Leaning in a conspiratorial fashion, he kept a hand over the back support of swing. "You've met the landlord right? He had fairly big family- him, his wife, their two sons and a girl. This happened during her wedding ceremonies."

She didn't know whether to believe him, he was clearly doing this to scare her. Her heart beat in suspense nevertheless.

"I lived in the room across the hall, it was the day of her haldi ceremony. Everything was going fine, relatives were swarming the house, kids were creating a ruckus, girls and boys were dancing to dholak and songs- it.. it was beautiful."

He smiled, for a second forgetting that he was supposed to be focusing on the build up and suspense.

"She was so happy, Chitra.. "

She was.. until she wasn't. He felt a pinch in his heart, remembering how their happiness was snatched within seconds.

"They were putting her in a normal saree but she.. she insisted on a white one with golden border! I don't think I saw her happier ever.."

Y/n looked on with an identical smile, it sounded like a fond recollection. She saw how his eyes unfocused and he dived in the memories, he wasn't making it up, she realized.

"Really?"

"Yeah! You know who was happier? Her younger brother," he huffed out a laugh, that rowdy kid. "He's a passionate kid, you know. His innocence was taken from him too soon."

For reasons different from Ram but he understood the loss, nonetheless.

"Right so, they were happy and then a man came running, yelling and sobbing, tripping over stones. He told them how Chitra's uncle, her father's elder brother had passed away that morning..."

Smiles from their faces dropped faster than a raindrop hitting earth.

"Girls who have been touched by haldi aren't supposed to step out without blessed thread on their wrist or on empty stomach. Chitra- she forgot everything the second his body was bought out in the lane for antim darshan, she cried and ran out without the thread."

He was there, he saw her coming down the stairs, screaming. He didn't stop her.

"She loved him, he was her favorite uncle, he was the one who fought for her education. She couldn't bear the loss, when she saw him- draped in yellow sheet and tied to bamboo ladder. All the rules- she didnt care. Dropping beside him," Ram gulped, the scene playing vividly before his eyes. "She hugged him, begged him to wake up. It was her wedding, he had to be there for var puja, jaimala, he had to be there for her kanyadaan."

Y/n kept a hand on his knee.

"Yeah, so she wailed and cried till they had to take him. Perhaps the grief was too much, the family forgot that she had been near him without protection. They were too eager to marry her off, they didn't see fit to wait for thirteen days before hosting an auspicious occasion in their house."

If only he had spoke up, Ram thought.

"A few days after her wedding, her husband dropped her home saying she was behaving crazily. Everyone was confused, Chitra had a stable head on her shoulders. Anyways, all the confusions were cleared two days later when she spoke for the first time."

Snorting, he thought back to that night when he had come home late and saw a group of people huddled near their portion of house.

"Her eyes were inhumanly wide, like they'd pop right out and she behaved strange. Some kid said, she was screaming wildly and grumbling."

He looked at his wife, she seemed freaked out, he had been frazzled too.

"This continued for a few days, several doctors, pandits and just about everyone was called. No doctor could conclude what happened to her, no prayers by pandit worked, she was still behaving amazingly crazy."

Y/n shifted a little closer, looking back for a split second.

"The entire building was scared, families living on rent had asked their kids to stay away. Everyone slept on the terrace huddled together, all the residents were convinced that there was something wrong with her. Then one day," He took a second to breathe a disbelieving laugh.

"Then one day, she called her mother in her room. Since aunty was scared, she took me and two other people with her. Chitra said, 'there is someone standing at the stairs downstairs, ask him to move away or I'll kill him.' We all scrambled out to see if there was someone-"

Y/n leaned forward, squeezing his arm, "and? Was there?"

"Her elder brother was standing at the last step, talking to a guy. We all screamed at him to leave that space and when he did, we ran back to her room. She looked somewhere on the wall emptily and chuckled, getting up. Without a word she went down and laid on the cot in the sun."

She looked sideways, seeing the candle blow out with a final flicker and immediately clutched his arm tighter. He saw slight tremors in her frame. He had been surprised and scared out of his mind as well, whatever it was, Chitra had terrified them all.

"Her family didn't waste a single more second and rushed her to mehendipur wale Balaji."

Goosebumps erupted all over, and in a breathy squeak she asked, "then? Then what? Is she okay? Or is she still?"

"Oh no, when they came back, she was still a little unsettled, but they visited the temple regularly till she became normal. She's fine now, has a baby. She did tell that it was her uncle's spirit."

Y/n could only whisper a small oh.

"Still think none if this happens?"

He laughed as she pressed herself in his shoulder and muttered a no.

"Let's go now, it's too late and stay with me, isn't this the hour when ghosts lurk openly?"

She smacked his arm, "Shut up," Whining as he chortled again, at her shaky words.

"Acha acha, devi ab nhi hasunga. Let's go now?"

His lips stretched in a wide grin as she clung to his arm when they walked.

Reaching the stairs, she stopped in the track, "I'm gonna go first." Y/n suppressed the urge to knock him over head when his shoulders shook in humor, she was far too scared.

He trailed behind watching his wife run to their room and hide beneath the thin covers.

Switching off the bulb, he climbed in, feeling a strange happiness as she snuggled into him. "Just- just don't let go okay?" Y/n took his hand, kept it over herself and held it.

Ram smiled, looking at their hands, "never." He kissed her head before dragging her closer and caging her in his arms, secure.

It's really a miracle how i wrote this everytime my brain had been overworked to death and i couldnt sleep because my body ached. Tbh i think my state really reflects on this piece as there's isn't really a coherence here.. chile anyways I hope it saves you from boredom for a few minutes. If you see any mistake pls forgive it, i was falling asleep when i proofread lmao.

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[yehsahihai]

Tears and fire

Ya girl wrote this instead of prepping for Psych exams, cause ram is the LOML

“For the last time Ram!! You can’t throw yourself into situations WHERE YOU CAN DIE!!”

“I HAD A PLAN!!

“JUMPING OFF A BURNING BRIDGE WITH ONE ROPE AROUND YOUR WAIST WAS A PLAN!!???”

Ram slumped at that realizing that, in hindsight, he should have come up with a better idea, but damn if he admitted that to her. She’d hold it over his head for eternity he knew. Exhaling deeply, he said, “Y/n the boy was going to die. I was there, I was in a place to save him, so I did. It’s as simple as that.”

Y/n scoffed at that/ It was “as simple as that’? Really? Did he not know that he couldn’t keep pulling stunts like this anymore. He had someone else in his life, for god’s sake. Someone who actually cared for him, someone whom he ahad a responsibility of coming home safe to. 

Tears pricked at y/n eyes as she recalled every time Ram had come home bloodied and bruised. Every time he moved, grimacing, because of another riot, another fight. This incident was just the tipping point for her fear to come spilling out. 

Realising that she would start crying if she stood there longer, y/n quickly turned away from him, wiping away at the few ears that were threatening to spill over.

“Y/n-”

“Don’t Ram. Just don’t. When you clearly aren’t going to listen to anything I say, I’m not going to spend my energy trying to make you.”

Ram felt a crack in his heart. They’d had arguments before, but nothing to the point where she looked so…………defeated. Never to the point where he’d seen tears in your eyes. There was far too heavy a weight on his chest from watching her eyes well up. Before he could open his mouth to say something, his wife glanced at the clock in the wall.

“I’m going to go make chai. You’ll be in our room?”

Ram’s throat was frozen, unable to speak after hearing the wobble in your voice. He could only manage to say, “I’ll-I’ll be here.”

She nodded, back still towards him.

Y/n should have been more careful. The whole time in the kitchen all she could think of was Ram. Ram and his stupid, self-sacrificial tendencies. Ram and his stubbornness to ignore his own pain. Ram and his recklessness towards himself. The first time he’d come home bleeding from god knew how many injuries, barely able to walk. All the times she’d had to patch him up, only to watch him again go to work.

The tears seemed to have a life of their own, because no matter how many times she wiped them away, they kept fogging up her eyes, causing her throat to hurt from the way she suppressed her sobs. 

And before she knew it, something extremely hot and boling fell all over her hand.

“AAHHHH!!”

Ram jumped at that, looking around frantically before realising it came from the kitchen- from y/n. Ram’s blood ran cold as he skidded into the kitchen, a million thoughts clamoring in his head. 

When he got there he almost collapsed. Y/n  with one hand red and shiny, clutching it to herself, tears freely streaming down her face. Almost losing all rational thought Ram dimly heard some part of his mind say, “Water”

Ram quickly wrenched a vessel from a shelf, going to the washroom to fill it up with water, thanking the gods above it was cold. Quickly filling it, he ran  back to where y/n was still sitting and gently submerged the burnt hand in the vessel. 

“What-how? What happened y/n?”

Y/n couldn’t speak for a few seconds, still crying, before taking a shaky breath and saying, “I-I was just making the chai and I was distracted and it spilled all over my hand.”

Ram winced at that, before feeling a flood of guilt overwhelm him. Hand locked with hers, he pulled it out of the water, taking her to a chair and getting the medicine box. 

Wrapping her hand in a bandage, he spoke, “Y’n- jaan I’m sorry, I’m so damn sorry.”

“Ram-”

“You were right. I can’t keep putting myself in positions where I could die. I can’t keep putting you through that. I ccan’t keep hurting you, and I hate that it’s taken you getting hurt to realise just how much hurt I’ve put you through. I’m sorry jaana, I’m so, so sorry”

Y/n could feel another flood of tears. Except this time they weren’t of sadness. They were from the utter, indescribable amount of love she felt for this man, looking at her like she’d hung the moon and stars for him. Pulling him into an embrace she felt him relax, hands coming around her, pressing her to him. 

“It’s ok bangaram. I’m ok. Just- just try not to die, yeah? I’d hate to be a widow so soon.”

Ram let out a watery laugh at that, burying his face in her neck, as he said, “For you? I’ll come back from the dead if I have to.”

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[mish-ka]

Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh

Chapter 1 | Next

I hope you guys like this new series. A little cheesy but we love cheese.

This is not how Ram had planned his day to go. Not at all. When he had left the rented house this morning, he had wanted to get his work done and return to Delhi to continue his mission.

Ram initially had no desire to travel from Delhi to Vrindavan, but he was pressured to do so by his superiors.

Apparently Scott had received news about some tampering with the funds in Vrindavan and they had picked Ram to make sure everything was under control.

Akhtar didn’t know why Ram was leaving for Vrindavan, but he kept on repeating that he had a good feeling about Ram leaving for the holy city.

So Ram honestly has no idea of how he ended in this situation with people chasing him, and never in his life had Ram thought he would do such a thing.

Eloping with a bride from her mandap was something Ram never saw in his future, and yet here he is. Running away with someone else’s dulhan.

Shree Mohan. The daughter of most influential man of Hindustan. A girl he met just 30 minutes ago, married her, and then escaped from the mandap.

It all started from yesterday, when Ram had met with Shree’s father, Kishore Mohan, and the man had invited Ram to his youngest daughter’s wedding.

Ram didn’t want to betray the trust of the man who had invited him into his house, but after finding out that the groom had already been married and Kishore knew about it, Ram couldn’t sit still.

Ram remembers sneaking into the bride’s room, who he hadn’t met, to tell her the truth about the groom;

Closing the door behind him, Ram sighs in relief as he has finally made it into the bride’s room after trying several times.

Tracing his eyes around the room, Ram takes in the room in order to locate the bride.

His eyes find her seated in the middle of the bed, a veil over her face. Her knees pulled to her chest, and her head resting on her knees.

Through the veil, Ram can make out the forlorn expression that is present in her form. So lost in her sadness that she doesn’t even notice another presence in the room.

“Shree?” Ram softly calls out her name, taking a step forward towards her.

Ram watches as the bride slowly lifts her veiled head towards him. Gathering his courage, Ram takes a seat on the edge of the bed, in front of her.

Ram knows its not his right, but he cannot help himself when he notices the tear droplet on her hands. His hands clutch the seams of her veil and pull it over her face.

Ram feels the breath being knocked out of him, when his eyes collide with her bewitching face. Even with tears streaming down her eyes, she still manages to be the most alluring woman in Ram’s eyes.

She lives up to her name; Shree. Gorgeous, elegant, and majestic similar to Maa Lakshmi, who has charmed the world charmer.

Shree is a beauty, so ethereal and heavenly in appearance as if an upsara was reincarnated on earth. The red lehenga, and jewelry is like an accessory to her beauty.

Her eyes. What can Ram say about them? They are the most beautiful and divine pair of lotus on the universe, as well as the most pure eyes on the planet. Chocolate brown eyes, the hue of life like the Earth, mystical and as divine and vivid as the lotus.

Her feet and petitie hands are crimson from being dipped in alta, looking like the auspicious hands and feet of Maa Lakshmi. Waiting to bring good fortunate to where they step.

A face as gorgeous as the moon, with a radiance that rivals the sun. An aura of innocence and purity exudes from her features that Ram feels his sins wash away.

The woman in front of him is so mesmerizing and celestial that it seems that she has been the favourite of God to make.

Ram is brought back from admiring her when she slightly shakes the man in front of her. Shaking his head to push those thoughts away, Ram diverts his attention to her.

“Tum yeh shaadi nahi karni chahiye.” Ram’s statement echoes throughout the room due to the silence. [You shouldn’t go ahead with this marriage.]

Shree wipes the tears from her face, looking at Ram confused, “Per kyu?” She questions. [But why?]

Taking a deep breath, Ram looks into her lotus eyes and answers, “Yeh dulha pehle se hi shaadishuda hai.” [The groom is already married.]

Now Ram was expecting many things. Many different ways that Shree would react to this news. He thought she would breakdown, she would scream, she would cry, she would get angry.

But what he wasn’t ready for was her to just pass his a sorrowful smile and downcast her eyes to her hands.

“Humhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai. Sabko pata hai.” She answers in most heartbreaking tone, playing with the jewellery on her hands. [I know that the groom is married. Everyone knows.]

Ram feels a wave of disbelief course through his body at her words. He lifts the two of them off the bed, standing in the middle of the room, grasping her shoulders in a tight grip, demanding an answer.

“Agar tumhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai toh fir tumne shaadi keliye haan kyu ki?” [If you know that groom is married then why did you agree to this marriage?]

A bitter laugh escapes Shree’s lips, her eyes finding a home in Ram’s eyes. “Apko lagta hai ki mujhse poocha gaya tha? Baba ne 10 din pehle humse kaha ki meri shaadi hai. Humhe toh yeh bhi pata ki dulha hai kyon. Bas itna pata hai ki uski patni bhi iss shaadi mein hogi.” [Do you think I was asked about this? 10 days ago, Baba just said that I am getting married. I don’t even know who the groom is. All I know is that his wife will attend the wedding as well.]

Without a warning, Shree takes Ram’s hands into hers, “Humhe yeh shaadi nahi karni. Humhe padna hai. Apni padai poori karni hai. Humhe kisi shaadishuda insaan se shadi ni karni hai.” [I don’t want to get married. I want to study. Complete my education. I don’t want to marry an already married man.]

Ram watches Shree’s eyes dance in desperation, he watches her begging him. Begging him to help her. Begging him to save her from this situation.

And so he will. Ram will save Shree from this unwanted marriage. He will take her to Delhi, let her complete her education, but for that he has to do something with her permission.

A man and woman staying together, unmarried is considered a sin in the eyes of society. Even this arrangement with Ram meeting Shree alone is strictly forbidden.

Ram can bare the taunts and the digs at his character. He is used to it. Especially when he has to betray his own people and they cuss at him.

But he cannot bare the fact of letting Shree hearing those words. He cannot let others molest her character and dignity. He cannot watch her die day by day after hearing the taunts.

Fixing his posture, Ram stands tall and fearless in front of Shree, “Tumhe yeh shaadi nahi karni toh theek hai. Per…” [If you don’t want to do this marriage, then alright. But…]

“Per?” [But?]

“Per tumhe mujhse shaadi karni hogi.” Ram finally says the words that have been on his mind. [But you have to marry me.]

Ram observes shock and then betrayal wash over Shree’s face as she pulls her hands away from his grasp.

Taking a few steps back, she collapses on the bed, glaring at him with tears in her eyes. “Yeh kya keh rahe hai aap? Hum apna naam tak nahin jante. Hum toh itna jante hai ki aapko Baba shaadi pe mehman bana kar lekar aaye hain.” [What are saying? I don’t even know your name. I just know that Baba invited you as a guest.]

Ram kneels in front of her, taking her hands into his again. “Main janta hoon ki yeh aasan nahi hai. Per agar tum padna chahti ho toh mere saath bhaag chalo. Delhi mein tumhe pada sakta hoon, tum jitna padna chao tum pad sakhti ho. Per bina rishta ke hum nahi reh payenge.” [I know this is difficult. But if you want to study then run away with me. In Delhi I can help you study, you can study as much as you want. But without a relation, we won’t be able to escape.]

Shree searches Ram’s face for any lies, any deceit, but only finds genuine concern on his face. A million thoughts run throught her mind, all telling her that it isn’t logical to trust a man she just met.

But her heart tells her to trust this man. It tells her to let him guide her through this situation. That he will not let go of her hand. That he will always be there to help her.

With a tilt to her head, Shree asks the question she should have asked first, “Apka naam kya hai?” [What is your name?]

Ram softly grins at the woman, “Mera naam Ram hai. Alluri Sitarama Raju.” [My name is Ram. Alluri Sitarama Raju.]

“Ram, vaada kijiye ki aap mujhe shaadi ke baad padne denge.” Shree frees her hand from Ram’s grip and then holds it in front of him. [Ram, promise me that you will let me continue studying after our marriage.]

Ram smiles at the girl, and places his hand atop of her outstretched hand, solidifying their promise.

“Main vaada karta hoon ki main tumhe shaadi ke bad padne se nahi rokoo ga.” Ram states his promise loud and clear. [I promise that I will not stop you from studying after our marriage.]

“Ab apna sabse zaroori saman apne saath le lo, aur fir hum chalye hai.” [Now take your most important stuff and then we will go.]

Shree nods, jumping from her seat, and running through her room like a tornado. The shift in her mood causes Ram to chuckle at her antics.

He watches as she takes an idol of Radha-Krishna, and a photo of her family in her other hand. With that she toddles back to Ram’s side.

“Chale Shree?” Ram questions with his hand extending towards her. [Shall we, Shree?]

“Chaliye Ram.” Shifting the photo and idol to one hand, Shree places her utmost trust in the man, placing her hand in his. [Let’s go, Ram.]

The two stare at each other, knowing that there is no going back once they leave. The two will embark on a new journey, leaving everything behind.

Thank you for reading this new series I hope you like it as much as the other one. ❤️

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[gauri-vishalakshi]

Letters (Part 1)

(A/N: My first time writing in a while! I have to say this is inspired by Sita Ramam a bit...)

Ram x arranged!wife!reader

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Ram trudged back into the soldiers' barracks after a particularly long day of training. Each and every training session was getting more and more taxing, draining him of every ounce of energy he had in him not only through physical but also through mental exertion. He hated that every aspect of his training was to oppress the very people he wished to liberate, and hiding his true intentions were becoming harder and harder with every passing day.

Though Ram was adept at every aspect of the rigorous training, toiling day after day in the humid heat left him with bruises all over and the uniform he despised sticking to his body with sweat. He couldn't wait to get out of it the moment his shifts were over. Ram practically limped into the cramped room which was nearly empty since all of his fellow trainees seemed to either be out or on the night shift. His tired countenance instantly brightened at the sight of a single envelope lying neatly on his bed, the beige color standing out against the crisp white bedspread. Ram nearly sped to his bed and slumped onto it, liveliness creeping into his limbs as he read the familiar script penned onto the front of the slightly bulging envelope in black ink: Officer Alluri Ramaraju, Barrack 9. Swiftly opening the envelope, careful not to tear it or its contents, Ram could practically feel his heart leaping with joy as he saw your easily recognizable handwriting gracing the page.

Priyamaina Ram Gariki,

How are you? Babai told me that this training you are going through can be very draining, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Everything aside, I'm sure you are one of their most talented officers, putting all those foreign people to shame! Needless to say, some of these British women think they are so well-read, yet they haven't even read some of the most basic Agatha Christie novels, claiming its scandalous for women to write. As if! I guess boasting of skills they do not possess nor are willing to acquire is one capability these Britishers have.

Ram let out a chuckle at the thought of his wife scolding the British women for not having read some of one of her favorite author's work. He felt a stab of pride at how you were so sure he was surpassing the other officers with his excellence in training.

Are they treating you alright, Ram Garu? I have heard the foreigners sometimes treat us Indians very badly, excluding people like us from their cliques and belittling us and our achievements. I know it would be naive to ask you if you are experiencing something like that, for you almost certainly are. I hope you aren't in too much pain from having to struggle outside all day. Just in case, I have put a herbal salve I made myself into the envelope.

He winced a little at the formality of the added "garu", wishing you would just call him Ram, but he knew your relationship was relatively new and that the both of you had to ease into it. Though his babai had hastily arranged your marriage, the two months he was able to spend with you before getting shipped off to training were two of the most blissful and innocently carefree months in his life post his family's brutal death. Besides, this was the first letter you had sent him since he was assigned to begin training, and he was too busy soaking in his own delight.

Ram's heart tightened a little at your mention of treatment, well aware that you were referring to your treatment just as much as his. He had received a letter from his babai a few weeks prior in response to an inquiry from Ram about your wellbeing, where his babai had detailed how one of the British women's husbands had insulted you, calling you "native trash who can't even get her husband to stay with her a few months", amongst other, ruder things. Ram's blood boiled, and while he had resigned himself to their treatment of him, no one, no one had the right to insult his wife, whose only crime seemed to be marrying him. He hated himself every day after receiving that letter for subjecting you to biting, vindictive remarks from British people and Indians alike. That matter aside, his lips curved into a smile at your concern for his wellbeing and the effort you had taken for him as he continued reading your neat writing.

In other matters, I am proud to tell you I have started teaching Seetha to read and write! As you know, she is a skilled healer, and I believe she would do wonderfully in formal medical school. She is an adorably eager student (Vadina, what words are we doing today!); do expect to see a complete letter from her in the future! Babai is faring quite well; according to him, it is all because of my sambar; imagine!

Alright, I know you must be very busy, Ram Garu, and I do not wish to take up all your free time with my monstrously long letter. We send you all our love and prayers. Stay safe, please.

Itlu,

mi bharya (trans. your wife)

Ram was proud, indeed, to learn about Seetha's progress. He felt guilty he never had time to teach Seetha himself, and was happy that his well-educated wife was taking the time to help her learn. He found it amusing, as well, that Babai was enjoying your sambar, after listening to years of complaints from the man about his own substandard cooking. Yet he longed to hear more about you, and how you were doing, rather than generalized statements about the family or the house. Ram wanted to hear about the problems you were facing back at home from you, not from his babai or from Seetha.

He sat back against the wall next to his bed after stripping off his uniform and applying the salve you made to his aching muscles, letting out a sigh of comfort as, using a spare piece of paper and one of his books as a steady surface to write on to begin composing the letter he would send back to you. Priyamaina Y/N Gariki...

(A/N: There it is! If you guys want Ram's reply let me know! Hope you like it!)

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[summer-may]

Unbearable.

Ram × wife!reader

18+. MDNI.

The air was unbearable, summer had come and the was sun was blazing enough that it could melt you in minutes.

Your skin felt hot every day of the week now, only nights were somewhat bearable, when the air is comfortable enough to sit on the terrace without your skin feeling like it's on fire.

The fan was on full speed but there was no real difference in the coolness of your bedroom. The wooden panels of the window were wide open, a hot breeze entering the room and making you huff at the sweat dripping down your back.

The saree, white with pink border you had worn thinking the colour would cool you down was turning out to be a farce by the looks of it, and you sadly realised it was probably a old wive's tale. The blouse had patches of sweat, and you knew even if you changed, the next set would have the same fate.

The housework was done, by 11 a.m you had hurried to finish off the laundry, cooking and done the dishes so that at least you would be spared sweating off into a puddle in the heat of the brutal Indian summer.

Ram had gone to work early morning, he had said he was working on some undercover mission. You had packed and sent him off with his lunch and a sweet kiss on the cheek.

You huffed out a groan of annoyance, waiting for the sun to set and praying for some cool breeze, please jagdambe, let it be cool today or sleeping would be a nightmare today.

The sun was set and you lit the agarbatti and put it in the mandir and tulsi vrindavan situated in the front of your house.

You looked across and smiled seeing the kids finally out and about and playing till their hearts were content. The neighbourhood ladies outside; meeting, sweeping and sitting in the cool breeze before going back inside to prepare for the night. Some men even coming back to their homes after work.

You wondered if Ram would be coming back soon, or would today also be one of the overtime days he insists on to complete his given tasks. You always wondered why your husband was such a perfectionist and especially for a job that serves them.

Sighing, you bowed to the tulsi vrindavan and headed back to the house, the windows all open, making you groan out loud in happiness as a gentle breeze caressed your body.

You started making dinner, hmm, looking at the vegetables you decided to make sukka kanda batata ki sabji, along simple dal and chawal. The cooking was done and as you looked outside, it was absolutely dark. The night had settled over the village, houses were lit with lanterns, and families enjoying their time together.

It was now 7:30 and Ram still hadn't come home, you worried he would stay late today but then he would always send someone to inform you. Maybe he was on his way, you mused.

You entered your bedroom and decided to relax till Ram comes home.

As you were lost in your thoughts you heard the tell tale footsteps of Ram, entering the house, "Jaan, mein aa gaya," his footsteps marching forward as he finally entered the bedroom, making a beeline towards you, "aaj bohot thak gaya, dhup ne toh pareshan kar diya!"

His body slumped over your lap, your hands immediately running through his beautiful hair, "I know, Rama, you look tired, mera bechara baccha," his eyes opened to look up at you, the way your saree was now a little loose, pallu almost falling off your shoulders, hair tied in a loose bun, tendrils fanning your gorgeous face, was making Ram not so tired anymore.

His hands caressed your cheeks, thumb running across your lips, "Just looking at you is making me energised again," his beautiful eyes were sparkling with mischief, "idhar aao." he spoke as his hands held onto your neck.

"Ram nahi, you go take a bath first, the waters nice and cold, it'll make you feel better," you spoke while swatting his wandering hands away, "first bath, then change your clothes, and let's eat, you must be hungry," you said, trying to push him off of you.

"Haan, bhook toh lagi hai, but for something else," he got up and pulled you to stand besides him, his hand trailing your waist, lips hovering over yours, "lekin thik hai, I'll bathe first."

The insufferable man, flusters you to no end, you slapped his strong chest, and muttered an embarrassed, "chup raho!"

His laughter rang loud as you got out of his hold, and ran towards the kitchen to set the plates for dinner.

Once in the safety of your kitchen you yelled out, "Rama, your shirt is on the bed, haan?" His answer was a distant, "thik hai!"

The both of you sat down and ate dinner taking about your day, you talking about how unbearable the heat wss even in the house, and sympathizing with how he had to work under the blazing sun.

As you washed the dishes, Ram had cleared and swept the kitchen. You looked at Ram and smiled and thanked the Gods that they had blessed you with such a beautiful husband, strong, loving and considerate.

"Jaan, ye ho gaya, is there something else?"

"Nahi, tum aram karo ab," you said to him.

Ram then went and closed off the windows of the hall, switched off the lanterns and closed the main door. He entered into the bedroom to see you changing out of your saree, your pallu on the ground and hands on your pleats, which he quickly caught hold of, "mujhe karne do," his eyes were blown wide, stare on his hands that were pulling the fabric slowly from your petticoat, "kuch toh seva karne do."

You heart felt like it was going to burst out, your eyes meeting his as his hands pulled the pleats completely out and now pulling the rest of the saree off with slow and deliberate motion. The feeling of his fingers on your stomach and back setting you ablaze, "this feels more self satisfying than seva, pati dev."

The saree was now completely at your feet, his hands opening your bun, and one hand holding your luscious locks to pull you close, lips trailing from your neck to your face. "Aur usme kya galat hai, when I serve you, it does satiate me, meri pyari patni." His lips were now pecking yours softly as his hands were loosening your petticoat.

You put your hands on his chest, caressing him, and muttered, "shirt utaro, Rama." His hands pulled his shirt away in an instance. His bare chest heaving, as your hands roamed from his pecks to his stomach, stopping your ministration as you lightly pinched his nipples, smiling mischievously at him as he groaned lowly.

His eyes now twinkling, he pawed at your petticoat, finally loosening the knot enough that the skirt fell to the floor and pooled at your feet and your underwear followed. His eyes now locked onto the white blouse on your heavenly chest, his hands now urgent as they caressed your hard nipples, protruding from the blouse, your moan of pleasure making his brain fog up.

He un-hooked your blouse slowly, his kisses now full blown assault of pleasure, your hands on his pajama, untying the knot and pushing it down with urgency. His strong and calloused hands now fondling your breasts, while nimble fingers pinched your stiff peaks till pleasure shot through your body down to your core.

His sinful lips descended on your chest, licking and biting your chest and you knew there would be marks tomorrow as a reminder. You walked backwards and fell onto the bed, his body following yours and continuing his ministration along your body by his hands and lips.

Ram looked at you, his wife, his ardhangini, his everything. Hair spread like a halo, skin glowing even in the darkness of the room, your body naked to the touch except mangalsutra, the sign of your commitment to him. The symbol of your love for him. He felt himself lower, till he was face to face with you, his eyes shining with love and adoration that could make you weep in happiness.

Once he made sure you were ready for him, his nimble fingers found comfort in yours, your knees bent and feet flat on the bed, with him nestling in between your thighs. He looked into your eyes, and slowing began sliding in, your wetness making him hiss in pleasure. Your eyes closed as you felt the pleasure shoot through you, his cock beginning to give you the relief that you so desired.

"Open you eyes, jaan." Ram murmured, his face above yours, kissing your face as if his life depended on it, "Aankhe meri taraf, mujhe dekho, aur kuch nahi, sirf mujhe." eyes wide open, you stared at him, "Please, Rama, move, please."

"Haan, meri jaan," his voice shook, and hips moved, thrusts calm and calculated and hitting all the spots he knew you liked. His body after years knew your pleasure more than you did. Hell, maybe more than his own.

The pleasure was building by the second, both of you pent up, and ready to combust at any given moment. The thrusts started becoming more erratic, kisses more sloppy, his tongue and yours dancing to the beat of your hearts, fingers tightened, your eyes half closed.

You looked at him as his speed got faster and groans sounded heavily, you knew your were going to come at any second now, and as he spoke, "come on, come on, let go, meri jaan," you came, squeezing him tightly and triggering his own release with a shout. You milked his cock for all it was worth and your pussy still tightened around him.

He fell of top of you, with him still inside of you. You loved his weight on you. His lips finding your forehead to kiss and then slowly kissing your lips softly. "Jaan, ab shodogi mujhe?" His voice came out hoarse with a little smile to his words.

When the words registered, you let out a scandalous, "Rama!" with a slap to his chest, and face planted in his beautiful chest, as if you hadn't just made the man crazy enough and milked his balls dry.

His laughter the last sound you heard as he planted himself on his back and pulled you onto his chest to sleep with the cool breeze making you both drift of to sleep.

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[vijayasena]

MATHRUBHUMI....

Prologue.......

just like two sides of coins she also had two sides one was for all the world and another was just hiding underneath..

she also had the same goals as them

but all of them had different ways to achieve them..

all had promises to fullfill..

some picked up most painful and difficult path to achieve them ..

emotions hurt, feelings hurt, damage takes place for two hearts

but this is all about their nation .. they can do anything for their nation..

.Plot ..

Niyati Was never one of those woman who considered being an obedient wife and a servant to their family is all about a woman's existence in the society..

Living with a fire to finish the British Rule from India since childhood she only had one aim..

Send those whites on their own motherland for good..

She worked hard to achieve this aim despite being born in that time period where people considered woman as a burden and thought if they studied like men they will gonna be corrupt..

She was a rebel, fiesty and sassy woman who didn't cared about conservative mind..

But her life took a big turn when she was forced to get married to a person who served as the police officer to those filthy whites.. a traitor in her eyes..

But he also had valid reasons for serving to those people

Who captured his motherland..

She never cared about him

He didn't cared about her.

Just like strangers

And both were happy with it..

He represented fire

Whereas she was like Earth gentle yet capable of making chaos.. 

And in their non existent relationship there was one more thing that both shared..

Both have promises to fullfill

Their goals were same

Their aim was similar

But both were walking on different paths..

Until third person a best friend for Ram a brother for niyati stepped in their life and this time things took 360 degree turn..

..A saga ..

People fix each other

Again break each other

Hate each other

Fall for each other

Become friends

Then strangers

Again become enemies ..

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N I Y A T I

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A G E : 22

" The worst thing about betrayal is..

It never comes from strangers"

" Not all women like to sit back and look pretty"..

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A G E : 23

" The only thing that can completely destroy me, shatter me and hurt me are my own emotions"..

" I am a monster in my own eyes"....

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[ttsukiimi]

This is my first time requesting something but HEAR ME OUT, "Slow Cuddle-fucking with og Sukuna while he is holding (and caressing) Reader (His wife) tightly and praising her (with him having size(difference) and breeding kink) oneshot please please please PLEASESSS😭

୨୧⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ trueform!sukuna x reader, smut (mdni), unprotected sx, brèeding ķink, softdom!sukuna, established relationship, implied size difference,

୨୧⋆ 𝐚/𝐧 ⎯ ANONN?? THIS IS SO GOOD. I js fell to my knees in the middle of Walmart.

Sukuna was not a soft man—that was obvious. He was often rude, harsh, and did anything that would bring him even the slightest amusement, even if that caused someone else pain.

Well, that was expected for the king of curses.

But it seemed however harsh he was, you seemed to always shift his demeanor. Even know he’s frowning as you wrap your arms so sweetly around him, pushing your smaller form flush to his. Surely this would tarnish his reputation if he was caught like this, all soft, but he just couldn’t say no to you.

“‘Kuna,” you smile, a bit mischievously, pressing your ass against him. “I want you.”

And again, Sukuna Ryomen found himself unable to say no—unable to resist that addictive urge to fulfill every wish you bestow upon him.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth as he instantly bottomed out, pressing a peck to your neck. This was so unlike him.

His Four hands roamed your body, caressing every part with attentiveness and admiration. Hips ramming into you, cock kissing every sweet spot inside you, he found the slight bulge in your lower stomach where he could feel himself moving. And—god, Sukuna never wanted to stuff a baby into you more in his life.

His pace quickened, though he was still soft, and his arms wrapped around your body to take ahold of your tits, fondling with them. “You feel..good,” he sighed in your ear, his body shivering at the moans that slipped from your lips. “Want you to bear my child,”

The only things that went through his mind at that moment were the thoughts of stuffing his wife with his child, finally able to show off to other men how you’re already taken with how swelled your belly was.

You mewled and rocked your hips back on his, opening your legs wider to give him more access—you wanted that too.

There had always been a size difference between you two, with Sukuna being freakishly tall and all—but now was your chance to finally show that you could take it, no matter how huge your husband was.

“Stuff me, ‘kuna, give me your children,”

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[ramcharantitties]

Diwali

Summary: First Diwali of you and ram.

"Why are you still in your clothes?" A voice boomed from the door, and by the tone, it was a very angry wife of mine. Although I wanted to cross question her, "why don't you take them off?", I knew better and did not utter a word. Maybe we'll do that later tonight anyways. I jumped off the chair in a second and scurried to the bathroom, towel in hand. It's Diwali today. From four in the morning, we have set the fairy lights, spotting dragon flies, then packed the sweets y/n made in the past two days, deep cleaned our house, went to market for last moment shopping, and decorated our house with diya and rangoli. The amount of tea cups lining the sink said enough about our hardwork today. It was around 4 in the evening now, and y/n needed me to get bathed soon so I can go to the temple for an early Pooja, as she sets up the Pooja at our home.

The bath was shivering and cold- November not letting us breath with warmth. Stepping out of the bath, a red kurta and white dhoti with a red lining on it caught my eye. Someone did Diwali shopping for me. And it's shy to say, but the warmth she gives deter a hundred Novembers.

Quickly getting ready, I combed my hair. The red on my cheeks matched one of my clothes, and it was visible in the mirror, hope my wife doesn't catch it. It was almost 4:30, and I knew that if I don't leave now, it's going to be a screaming match. Finding y/n, I saw her in her homely saree with wet hair tied in a towel lock, carrying everything needed to the Pooja in our home. "Get ready first, I'll help you with this when I come back".

She turned around to my voice, the golden skin from sandalwood shining with the golden mangalsutra in orange sunlight. A tint of pink on her cheeks too when she checked me out, up and down. I had to turn around and leave, so she didn't catch me blushing.

It was almost the muhrat of Pooja when I stepped in our home. The sun has started to set and the area was lit up by blinking fairy lights. Blasts of firecrackers were easily heard throughout. I saw our home with white and yellow alternate lights too. Upon entering, Y/n was nowhere to be found near the Pooja, but it was all set and decorated.

Looking for y/n, I realised that I haven't given her Diwali gift- a blue chiffon saree I picked out for her, and that it's our first Diwali together. I called out for her, as she made her way out from our room in a pink saree. Her hair was open and air drying. It was given to her by her family, and she has already worn this twice now.

"Why aren't you wearing anything new?" I led her into the room again opening the side of the cupboard which was reserved for my official clothes. "This is new" she muttered, putting Kohl lines in her eyes. I pulled out the transparent bag which held a beautiful blue saree, laced with white embroidery and deep red design. Her brown eyes caught the sight of it, a breath caught in her throat. She looked expectantly at me. A smile from me was enough for her to pull it from me and rush inside.

About 15 minutes later, y/n came out looking like an apsara. The baby blue insinuated her already pink face. She twirled around giggling. "Do I look good?" I nodded, leaning on the bed frame. It felt good, to see her happy. The childish joy in her eyes and soft smile on her lips. Gazing at her lovingly, it took me a while to realize she wasn't smiling anymore. "We are getting late for Pooja!"

The Pooja went well. We sat down after it, tired from running around the house all day. Busy eating home made sweets, I almost lost the soft touches of her on the saree, her fingertips barely touching the design. She looked content. And that was enough for me to remember how our first Diwali went.

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[nymphany]

Thoughts for thoughts

♡Call of Duty thoughts♡

Masterlist

!!! Warnings !!!

Hybrid! Characters, dark characters, dark content, hybrids, bimbo reader, nsfw etc

MINORS DNI

♡ bull 141 + farmer price! X cow! Reader, they're always fighting over you and craving your milk it's too bad it's only for price

♡ Sheep dog soap x lamb reader he heards you into a corner all by yourself and knots you until you're completely full or until the farmer finds the both of you

♡ big bad wolf! Simon x lil red! lamb/doe/bunny reader!! Hes absolutely animalistic feral even

♡ gaz and his pretty milf neighbour

♡ Alejandro letting rudy share his wife!!!!!

♡ dog! Anyone humping your foot like the degenerate he is, or humping anything that fits between his thighs you can't leave him alone because he cant be trusted :(( he cums on everything and anything that smells like you. complete mess. God forbid you have any sex toys too because hes 100% cumming in them and scenting them

♡ dog! Ghost, soap, price x dog! Reader, ghost is big, a lil mean and scary, soap is too dramatic for your little brain and price always makes you feel dumber than you are (he doesnt mean too tho) you always stay away from them especially when they get back from a mission you just know they're filled with adrenaline and you wont be able to help yourself but you cant help but gravitate towards them when your heat starts, the problem is all of them want you to have their pups and you can barely walk or move once you heat dies down. They always tease eachother about when they get you, they play so dirty!! Sparring? Pinned down and humped, bending over? Humped, reaching for something? Humped. You really can't catch a break </3

♡ bear price x bunny reader <3 yummy yummy yummy so big and warm, so strong and smart he has to protect his dumb cocksleeve !! Let's you have all the blankets for your nests even some of his clothes <3 he always soothes you when you cry from how big he is and how he doesnt fit in the delicately crafted nest. but its okay because he doesnt mind being tightly pressed against you hes okay with the tiny nest and his tiny bunny.

♡ mean! Cat! Ghost x kitty reader, shes a high class purebred show cat with the cutest bells and bows and ghost is a scruffed up tom cat who loves to annoy her. Hes a degenerate too and is not above sniffing your panties while their still on you, he just loves her scent and want you to have his litter. He scents her all the time at this point people assume shes ghost when she comes near. He purrs so loud too when hes balls deep

♡ Or stag/ram! Soap who loves to scent his pretty deer/lamb shes so soft and pretty and he wants her so bad!! She smells so good and hes always pressing his nose into her neck. He definitely challenges everyone to train against him but only if you watch 👁👁 he needs ti prove he can provide strong babies (he fails a bunch because hes too busy looking at her)

♡ Need a bear! Konig + bunny reader, hes so big like gigantic, huge and he scares her! Shes a baker and bakes things for everyone and he is just head over heels in love with her but she thinks he wants to eat her but he just wants a cupcake. He leaves treats at her door, flowers and pretty rocks trying to court her. She thinks hes making fun of her </3 and gets all angry and stomps her feet at him but he just swoons even more. She finally starts coming around when the cold comes and she feels the need to snuggles up with this furnace of a giant. When her heat comes so does her oral fixation, she loves having any part of him in her mouth, she loves his scent, his taste all of it!! He doesnt fit into any nest she makes because hes built like a tank but that's okay his bed is big enough.

♡ Wolf! Ghost x little red riding hood! Reader, shes walking to prices house to give him some baked goods and meals she made him, hes been helping her with some repairs and just has to repay him but the big bad wolf doesnt like that the pretty girl with the pretty scent is hanging around price of all people so he fakes an injury while she walks past him and put lil doe eyed girl has to help an someone in need although she didnt know it would be this type of help. Price isnt pleased when stumbles across the scene of graves balls deep, knot forming and rounds and rounds of cum dripping from lil red. Shes on her knees cheek pressed against the floor and is too delirious to acknowledge price, ghost however is as smug as always knowing he got his favourite red hood

♡ Stag! Soap with his deer! Reader whose so shy and skittish from being surrounded by giant men, she clings on to him like a life line being the same species gives her something to relate too he must also intimidated by these absolute units. She cant be further from the truth, soap feels no fear infact he feels power he has the one thing the others dont and what they crave. Hes so mean about it to, hes so rough when fucking you just so they can hear and suffer, He brags about it in the morning to everyone embarrassing you as they all look at you with such hunger.

♡ Kitty! Reader x big cats! Rudy + alejandro + wolf! Graves. !!! Somnophilia !!! Kitty! Reader whose so pretty and perfect, covered in bows, bells and lace. Rudy and alejandro always compliment her praising her soft ears and tail, letting them feel for themselves. This makes graves very jealous and the only way he knows how to respond to this is being a menace. Kitty reader isnt too fond of graves, hes loud, gets too excited on missions and most importantly hes a whore, always flirting with her even though she tells him shes not interested and that hes smells weird. Alejandro and Rudy are practically like your body guards (graves assumes its because you're both from the same species family and have more to bond over he doesnt connect the dots that kitty may be too skittish from his enthusiasm) and follow you everywhere, always interested in what your doing until one day they arent with you and He catches you sleeping in the warmth of the sun, your cheek pressed into your arm and drool leaking from you mouth but most importantly your legs spread and panties on reveal. His instincts take over and he cant help himself but to press his nose into your cunt sniffing and licking all he can get. You wake up startled and try to bat him away but hes been craving this for months and cant stop even if he tried. Hes humping your foot desperate for your hole but too caught up in how you taste. Alejandro and rudy find you full of graves knot, mewling as he tries to bully himself deeper into you.

♡ valeria and her bunny who shes so mean to! She calls her dumb and when she tries to deny it she fucks her until she cant she see straight just to prove her point. She always dresses her in such pretty and skimpy stuff just to irritate everyone who sees her to add to the burn he let's her cockwarm him whenever she pleases infront of her men? Go ahead, infront of the 141? Absolutely, when shes talking over the comms directing her men? 100% shes so pookie bear

♡ If Alejandro and rudy owned hybrid girl graves would 100% steal it just like he stole their base

♡ mean! Wolf! Gaz and puppy reader? Hes so mean and smart and shes so slobbery and dumb. She so obedient and follows every command shes given 'oh you want me to bend over? okay :D' he lives for it at first he wasnt as bold in just straight up asking her to bend over and take his cock. Hed try to be sneaky at first asking her to reach for things, look under the cabinet for the pen he dropped, walking into he bathroom and 'looking' for something. He soon realise how stupid she is and too advantage of his discovery, any time he wants to plow his knot into a warm tight hole all he needs to do jt whistle and she come running on over clothes already gone

♡ Prison guard! Price who rewards his favourite prisoner

♡ Slasher! Soap + ghost who breaks into your house only to found you with your fingers in your cunt crying because you cant cum

♡ Dbf! Price/Graves whose driving you home after you called him only to pull over to the side of the road because you keep giving him back talk he practically throws you onto the hood of the care and fucks you as cars drive past some of them slowing down to get a better look. Hes so mean about it, spanking you until you bruise making sure you'll think about jom every time you sit down. Hes probably complaining about the way you dress and how guys will look at you like meat (as if he doesnt do the exact same thing)

♡ Dbf! Graves who meets you at the golf course while your dad is talking with his friends. You're so bored and have nothing to do but when graves offer to treat you to a ride around on his cart you have to agree (because theres literally nothing else to do) he drives you somewhere nice and quiet and fucks you stupid until you cry. You're so spoiled and he has to teach you a lesson

♡ Pastor price/graves who cant help but fall for you even tho he took a vow. You confess about all you dirty thoughts, all the dreams, how you hump your pillow to the thought of the pastor, how you choke yourself with your rosary and imagine his fingers in place in the confession boothe. It's the same place where you later suck him off and ride him

♡ stepdad! Price who fucks you in the kitchen letting the neighbours see who good he fucks you

♡ soap hiring a bikini car wash to clean his already perfect car, watching his neighbours come out a rake the invisible leaves, talk to him about football, some even bold enough to just watch you

♡ sharing a bed with gaz except you cant keep your hands to yourself and the rest if the team just have to listen to you moan as you cum

♡ cat! Gaz x spoiled kitty! Reader!! Price spoils you so much and you get so jealous when he adopts a new cat!!! You avoid gaz and he has enough so he bends you over and fucks you dumb when price nips out

♡ simon fucking you as you practice shooting "just testing how well you can focus now aim for the target and let me do my thing"

♡ mountain men/lumberjack! 141+konig.

Little silly thing who doesnt understand why these men are so big like huge giants, how did they get that big? What are they eating to get that big?

She probably lives in a cave filled with things shes stolen from abandoned campsites, blankets, clothes, lanterns, chairs, anything she can get her hands one. She has a nest of comfy soft things and a box (suitcase+ cooler) filled with pretty things like gems, rocks, shiny bottle caps, bits of sea glass etc

She probably sees one of them showering in the lake on a very hot day and doesnt understand why the thing in between their legs is so huge??? The male fairies arent like them at all. She thinks there is definitely something wrong with them and needs her help so she watches and stares until they notice her (which was terrifying because she just flutters around making little noise) when asked who she was she just whips out a pocket knife she finds and points it down and goes  "Why does it look like that? I'll help" with this doe eyed expression as if she hadnt just suggestive the worst thing to happen to the poor man

Immediately he starts screaming because he most definitely doesnt want his dick cut off he runs away and nobody believes his story because fairies dont exist and they would never cut off their dicks. That is until their stuff starts disappearing, it's nothing meaningful tho. They took their shirt off because it's too hot? Boom gone, they left a torch on the ground for a couple of seconds? Gone, took off their gloves? Gone again. They think they're displacing them but when they wake up to various plant pots missing and the rocks from their garden they start setting up cameras to see who the culprit is. They vary throughout the forest going as deep as they can. Imagine their surprise when they catch our lil fairy on camera innocently taking the plants and rocks because she thinks they're pretty.

They manage to track her down although not to her cave, shes sat near a tree eating some berries seemingly undisturbed by the massive men infront of her who are so confused (one relieved that he wasnt hallucinating) shes so lonely tho. Almost all the fairies left this part of the forest when humans decided to camp so shes more than happy to show them her cave and treasures. Her english isnt good as humans and fairies do not speak the same although most of her language skills are picked up from her overhearing/stalking campers.

They obviously cant let her live like this so they bring her back with them taking all the things she "owns" with them because she made such a fuss about them. They keep her warm and fed helping her with human customs like showering (they're more than happy to help her), cooking and wearing regular clothes (fairies no not enjoy clothes!! Underwear and a big shirt/ dress only) the clothes part does not go over well and they now have a half naked women with they prettiest wings in their cabin. Shes so pretty and dumb and always brings them back things on her adventures (some of them arent useful but they enjoy them nonetheless)

♡ bear! konig, tiger! horangi and their doe! Reader!!!!

♡ mermaid! reader and semi dark! pirate! 141??? YES!! Sweet dumb thing who saves one of the crew (it's probably gaz hes always falling out of stuff) then starts leaving them gifts but she soon gets captured in one of their nets and they obviously have to keep her

♡ OR princess/wealthy! Reader x semi dark! Pirates! Cod!!! They keep her locked in a cellar returning her back to her father these pirates arent fair and are always trying to watch her when shes allowed to bathe, being on the sea with no women is hard she cant blame them

♡ siren! Cod x tropical mermaid reader!!! Shes so pretty and sparkley they just want to keep her in their nest forever!!!!

♡ OR siren! Cod x aquarium keeper! Reader!!! You worked as at the gift shop and stayed late to help the janitors, you were sweeping the floor of the brand new exhibit that apprently was a let down, the new siren was called konig and very rarely came out, he wasnt like soap (shark), ghost (orca), price (lemon shark), nikolai (idk), alejandro or rudy (idk), valeria (idk), horangi (idk), roach(idk) or graves (lil bitch idk) he was an giant octopus siren, he was never seen by the public and only comes out during feeding which is after hours. Youre cleaning away when you feel eyss on you and a large shadow falling over you. You turn around catching glimpse of the giant siren infront if you only a piece of glass protecting you, naturally you press your hand to the glass only to be snapped out of your daydream by someone yelling. Somehow over night you went from gift shop employer to siren whisperer. Multiple sirens lusting over you desperate to make them your mate (based on a sans undertale fanfic I read back in 2022 do not judge me I'll kill you(called tilikum(??)))

♡ lost island! Cod x reader, you wash up on shore after your cruise ship crashes, you seem to be the only one who survived as the wreckage of the ship in the distance seems to show no sign of life atleast that you can see although you doubt there is seeing half of it is sunk. Nevertheless who you explore this island encountering this savage mountain men who take you in and treat you almost like a puppy!!

♡ body guard! Cod x bimbo! Spoiled! Crybaby! Reader

♡ mafia! Cod x bimbo reader <3<3<3

♡ getting fucked when getting interrogated, you can only cum when you tell them the plans and they've got so many men and women who have such good self control, you wont be cumming for awhile.

♡ sex pollen

♡ that's it that's all you need to know

♡ I want a big beefy mountain scottish man in a mini micro kilt

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Your girl is suffering in having her periods so she's writing a comfort fic with Ram from RRR to cope up with the pain... interact or tell me if you wanna be tagged 🥲

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[mad-who-ra]

Dagger and Arrows (15)

So before you read this chapter, I want you all to take a moment and remember that you love me. Yes, you do. And if you kill me right now, who will write the last part and possibly an epilogue, right? Right.

Also read this

Ram x Wife!Reader

Word count : 1023

Y/N faded in and out of consciousness. Her eyes drooped and if she thought fevered state was confusing, this was even worse. She had no knowledge of day or night. All she knew was pain and screams. She did not know which ones were hers and which were his. She guessed they were mostly hers. Because when she opened her eyes this time, her whole body ached and burned. Her hands were tied above her with metal chains. But Bheem was free and that is all that mattered. She knew it won’t be long before she looses consciousness again, maybe a day or two before she never opens her eyes again. But as long as she was breathing, she would be satisfied that they had freed Bheem. This was the death she had always envisioned for herself. A death for a cause. For her loved ones and for her country. And if the goddess had granted it to her, she was not an ingrate who would complain about it. 

She lightly swung her body, looking for some kind of movement. The chains rattled along with her. 

“Y/N?” She heard Ram’s voice above the chains. It seemed to come from a far distance even when she knew he was in the cell right beside hers.

“Are you awake?” He asked.

She tried to focus on him. On his voice. On his question. When she registered it, it was whole another struggle to get a voice out of her own throat. It was dry and scratchy. She had exhausted herself by screaming. She opened her mouth but nothing came out the first few times. She sighed, closing her eyes. After another two attempts, she could get out a strained whimper.

“I am so sorry.” He whispered.

She wanted to tell him there was nothing to be sorry for. She wanted to tell him that she was okay. To not give up for her sake. They both were miserable. They were tortured. She was tortured more physically than him. Mostly because he was physically way stronger than her and Scott had realised the only way to torture Ram was through her. He could hear her screams. Her cries and couldn’t do anything. And Ram hated the fact that it worked so efficiently. He could go through any kind of physical torture, but hearing his wife scream across the wall of his cell, not being able to see what was happening, made his imagination run wild. He had nightmares whenever he closed his eyes. He imagined it to be the worst. He did not know how much longer she could go on like this. The execution was two days away. And yes, they both knew they were going to die. But he wanted to see her one last time. He did not want her to leave him before it was-

He shook his head. It was an utterly selfish thing to think about. Wanting someone, his loved one to keep breathing just so he could see her once. The whole situation was so messed up. He had failed his father. He had failed his villagers. He had failed Seetha, Bheem, his whole family, his country. And now he was failing his wife.

But when Scott and Edward showed up, taunting him, there was no way in hell he was going to accept defeat. No matter what, he knew Y/N would not want him to accept that they were winning. Give them the satisfaction of knowing that they had broken him completely. So he put on a brave face. He told them that he was going to keep moving towards his goals, no matter what, even when he knew what the consequences were going to be. Because this was the path they had chosen. If they were going to die, they were going to die with their heads held high. 

And as expected, he heard her scream just a moment later. Scott and Edward stood there, watching him. It was a struggle to not let fear appear on his face. He masked it well with anger. He did not flinch everything she cried. He stood strong, strong enough for the both of them. He stood there, knowing that she never once begged for them to stop. She never once asked for mercy. And so, he was going to stand his ground with borrowed courage. When the screaming stopped and all he could hear was the rattling of chains, he waited for Scott to speak. A guard whispered something to him and he scoffed.

“If the bitch is dead, find other ways to torture him.” He spat, looking at Ram, “break his legs and throw him in the solitary cell.”

Ram’s heart dropped. Scott’s words kept echoing in his head. Dead. He said she was dead. Gone. His wife who did not think twice before putting her life on the line for her people. Who loved so fiercely and killed without hesitation. His wife whom he had gotten only a few months with, because he was an idiot who wasted the time. He remembered the last time they were together before all of this. Before he went ahead and ruined everything. Before he arrested Bheem. How Y/N lied on the floor near the window when he came home. How she looked like a goddess in the moonlight. How he could not stop himself from just lying down beside her. How in that silence he was the happiest that he had been in a long time. And now she was gone. He did not want to be left alone behind. And now he was. He hated himself for being so selfish. But he could not even grieve.

It took everything in him to not scream in agony. He grasped the chains locked around his wrists. Fury clouded his eyes. Even when they opened the cell door and stalked in with weapons, he kept glaring daggers at Scott. His each scream was a promise of Scott’s death. He was going to burn down the palace. And he won’t stop until the whole place had crumbled to ashes. 

Remember, you love me. And you want the last part. So, keep your daggers away.

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8. Mera naam ishq

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Early mornings usually were the best, cooler than rest of the day and they gave an opportunity to witness the world waking up with the Sun.

As it was second of Monday of shravan, Y/n got up a little earlier than usual, hastily dusted and cleaned the house and took a bath. Ram too cut his yoga and meditation short by few minutes and rushed down.

Y/n quickly tried to assemble all the offerings.

"Where's my yellow kurta?"

Ram's voice traveled over the sweet rose itra in the air. Before she could answer, he called out again.

"Where's the towel?"

"Yellow one is soaked in soap and water, and towel is out here."

Wiping the sweat on his neck, he came out. "What do I wear then?"  Seeing him in nothing but a white dhoti, Y/n quickly looked down. His skin shone like gold, Y/n prayed for mercy.

She silently vowed to not let him distract her from the pious day.

"You have dozen others, wear anyone of them."

Blue and gold silk hugged her figure, he clenched a fist and breathed out through his nose. Her supple curls were wet and reached her waist.

She had adorned her hands with gold bangles, the bangles he had gifted her with. They looked good on her. His cheeks lifted in elation, eyes crinkled- he was thankful that she was too taken by her work to notice him.

So Ram tried to dampened his smile before she'd had a chance to look at him.

He felt peace envelop him. Beneath the jasmine incense and the sizzling ghee of the diya was her itra, soft and subtle.

"Why are you standing there? Go."

With widened eyes, he looked at her moving around the house. Embarrassed at how boy-ishly he acted around her, Ram quickly collected the towel and locked himself in the bathroom with buckets of cold water.

Y/n kept chanting under her breath. Her hands took some of the flowers and put them aside. The fragrance danced around the house.

The sky was starting to get lighter by second, she grinned wider. It looked like it would rain thankfully it wasn't brutally humid but rather cold.

"Chale?"

Ram folded his sleeves, walking towards her, "did you-?"

He gestured towards the small puja to her left. He really felt as though the ground beneath him moved as her lips stretched in the most intoxicating smile.

Bobbing her head in a yes, she got up. His hand brushed against her arm, "Chalo phir."

Peacocks screamed in distance.

"I guess it's gonna rain today as well."

He understood that her workload doubled whenever it rained. Ram couldn't help but laugh at her disappointed face.

As they walked through the street their neighbors joined. Together they all sang and laughed.

In his heart Ram hoped they won't encounter any officer. It was a festive and pious day, he did not wish to come in contact with reality.

They were indulging in a fantasy.

His heart did not wish to let go. His fingers found Y/n's and he held on.

Look, he heard whispers from behind him. Understanding that they were talking about him and Y/n, he sighed. It wasn't his fault that he found comfort in his wife.

He held on. Grasp on her hand might have tightened a bit.

Finally when they reached, he let go and bent to touch the ground and take blessings.

Red stone of the stairs was wet and slippery.

"Y/n you didn't forget anything na?" He pointed to the stalls selling everything that could be offered.

"Nhi," they kept walking but then she gasped and held his arm, "we need to get more flowers. For evening?"

He remembered, they were invited to the rudrabhishek that was being organized at the public hall few kilometers away from their house.

As they sauntered back they got the flowers.

Y/n dragged him to the sweet shop, "bhaiya!" She asked for one kilo of pede.

"Aur kuch?"

Ram stood behind her and took out his wallet. "Kuch ghar k liye lena?"

Not giving her a chance, he bent forward and pointed to the motichoor k laddu asked the vendor to pack one kilogram of those.

"No," both men stopped and looked at her.

"Kya hua?"

"That's too much. Half of laddu and half of kalakand," her eyes darted to the top of the shelf, "some curd too."

Exiting the shop, he spotted a fruits stacked in a cart. "Want something?"

She thought about it, they were already going to take sweets as prasad. "Ha, bananas."

By the time they reached home, Ram had bags in both of his hands. "I'm so happy half the market was closed or you would've bought everything home."

She rolled her eyes at the jab.

"It's not raining, go and get the wheat or after a few days the prices will go up."

Setting everything aside, he joined his hands, "Jaisa aap kahe devi ji."

"Eat something first," She ran back from  the kitchen to stop him,  seeing him shake his head Y/n made a face, "fine, I'm making tea. Drink that and go."

The kitchen wasn't a mess for once as they were both fasting. Small mercies of life.

As the water boiled they sat under the fan.

"What have you been reading these days?" Y/n had noticed a fat book on his desk had replaced his diary.

Combing his hair back, he smiled. Of course she noticed. Somehow the realization that she picked up on his stuff made his insides fuzzy.

"Taitriya upanishad."

She leaned in. Never having read for herself, she jutted her chin out, urging him to continue.

Keeping his hands on the table, he leaned in as well as if they were about to share secret. "It's a part of Krishna yajurveda. The om sahanavavatu comes from taitriya upanishad."

Y/n sat up and scrunched her face.

Ram leaned further, resting his head on his arms and looked at her antics. "Kya hua devi?"

"Chai!"

As if that explained everything, she clasped her fingers on his biceps and dragged him to the kitchen.

"Now I can listen to you and make tea properly."

She grated ginger after adding sugar and waited again. He leaned against the door frame, "it has three, you could say parts? Shiksha Valli with twelve anuvaka, Ananda valli with nine anuvaka and bhrigu Valli."

As they sat sipping on hot tea, Ram told her about the first anuvaka of shiksha Valli that he was in mid of. It was all about the initiation of a kid as a student.

He went on about the profound meanings and the reflection of the author.

Y/n understood most of it, it stirred a curiosity in her but it was Ram's enthusiasm that captivated her.

Unknowingly she caught his hands between her palms, "I want to learn more."

Tilak on his forehead creased as lines of joy formed, "every night before bed? We'll study together?"

The light in her eyes took away his breath. Dark shadows of clouds and glow of lamps, free long hair- she looked surreal.

Lighting cracked in the sky. A burst of wind blew her curls.

Just like that their small world snapped out of existence.

"Go.. it might rain anytime now," She followed him to the door, "hurry back home, okay?"

Y/n boiled potatoes for night and went up to get the clothes. She looked at the small vases in a corner on the roof. Rose was starting to grow now that monsoon was here. Jasmine flowered heavily as always and the rest looked healthy green.

As the clock struck two, she started gathering everything to take with them.

She wondered why her neighbors rented out the hall that was so far from their home but then she remembered how many people would gather and sighed.

They had asked for a decent daughter-in-law for their son, and now that he was married and had a kid on way, this was as good a time as any.

She changed into a green silk with blue borders. The gold bangles on her hands,  blue studded earrings and red bindi- she decided to tie her hair in a loose bun.

As she got done with putting on the mahavar, Y/n blew all the lamps and locked the home.

She fixed the dark blue blouse matching with the earrings.

The clouds loomed above them. She felt good.

The neighboring ladies called for her. Hastily she grabbed the prasad and the keys and left.

She had left a fresh pair of kurta on the bed for Ram.

"It's such a pleasant weather no? We're lucky."

She smiled and nodded along and got into one of the four rickshaw they had called. Kavita from two houses removed was with her, she had long luscious hair and most expressive eyes.

"Arey didi, I can hold those for you," Y/n took a bag from her kept it in her lap with her own bag. Kavita had a thing for taking too much with her wherever she went.

"Y/n, what are you gonna offer?"

"Pede and fruits."

She then listened to the woman go on and on about her day. Y/n smiled and nodded, enjoying wind in her ears. Every inch of her being danced in joy as they neared the venue.

The hall was down a muddy road, the grass was thick and water hung onto the blades like pearls.

Holding the bags in one hand, Y/n collected and lifted her saree to keep it from touching the ground. Once she stepped on the pavement, she let go and looked around.

The entire premise was covered in beautiful flowers.

Flowers.

She forgot them.

He bhagwaan.

Y/n prayed Ram would notice and bring them with him. Seeing a frown on her face Kavita shook her, "what happened?"

Her hand came up to hold her mangalsutra, and she prayed to God.

Shortly after they left their sandals under small shelter outside, Y/n was pulled into the kitchen. Prasad was being prepared in huge cauldrons.

Grateful that she had decided to put her hair up, Y/n stirred the kheer, she smiled. There was no cereal being used, only milk and dry fruits. In a corner milk was being thickened for various sweet dishes.

Another one of the three rooms had all the supplies required for the actual puja. Children ran in and out of the rooms, screaming and laughing.

Entire neighborhood was going to be here along with their relatives. Even a big hall and an extra room was starting to seem small to her.

Several ladies were in a corner, singing and playing dholak.

The family was busy in welcoming everyone and handing out everything the pandit asked for.

Women in the kitchen tittered.

"Kya hua didi?" Y/n asked.

The lady beside chopped the dried coconut leaned towards her, "Reshma is telling everyone of the marks on the daughter-in-law's neck."

Regretting that she even said something, Y/n rolled her eyes to mask her blush and turned back to the milk she was stirring for kheer.

"How much sugar was added?"

The elderly woman standing behind her stopped her from adding more. "More than I would have added."

As soon as she left, a woman in orange saree came about and grumbled about her miser nature and added more.

Y/n's arm was starting to hurt. "Didi can you take over for a bit?" Exchanging places she sat on the stool, relieved to be a bit away from the flame. She started grating coconut.

Manjire resounded under all the tandem.

A group of small girls ran in squealing and started playing around.

One of them stepped on a plate and fell, elbowing the nearest in the process, one almost ran in the wall and one stubbed her toe on a stone.

Within a second the room turned into a chaos' domain.

Women screamed at their kids, one of the girl cried, few ladies looked on in exasperation while other were in stitches.

Y/n looked around happy, with just two people in her house, she had forgot how it felt.

"Bahu!"

Kavita shook her and pointed at a lady standing at the doorstep. She beckoned Y/n.

"Ji?"

"Can you find me sugarcane syrup and honey?"

She got up, handing over her work to someone else and freed her pallu which was tucked in her waist.

Outside the kitchen, the hall was complete mess. Kids were fighting over the mats. There was mud all over as the pandit sculpted a shivling and the rest of the shiv parivar. Men were busy chatting away out in fresh air.

Her eyes searched for Ram. It shouldn't have taken this long.

Everything was starting, people were piling in the hall.

Every other second her eyes darted towards the entrance. Where was he?

Ram ran fingers through his hair, brushing back the damp locks. He hoped he wasn't too late.

"Arey Ram!"

A tall, lanky guy called stood ahead.

"Ha!" Together they went in.

He quickly found his wife sitting one person removed from the idols. He sat beside her.

"Where were you?"

"Sorry."

Y/n remarked a 'that's not what I asked' and looked ahead, smiling.

He looked sideways amused and noticed the dark curls that hung near her jhumke.

It was almost night and there was no electricity. Y/n few other women got up to get lamps.

Ram listened attentively to all the chants. He wasn't ready to Y/n come out with a plate full of diyas. The golden glow of flames on her skin looked ethereal. Divine.

A beauty from far away enchanted lands.

His eyes drank in the view. Amongst all the noise his ears heard the sweet sounds of her payal.

The silk around her waist shuffed as her hips swayed. Her timid walk was alluring.

He cursed. She had tied up her hair, the radiance accentuated her neck. There was nothing to take his eyes off, to distract him.

The golden mangalsutra. The sacred thread of his name.

It drew him in. He looked on unabashedly. She was wearing the token of their bond. Her eyes shone brighter than sun and moon.

His heart felt full.

If this was to be end of his time, he'd be content. The most beautiful woman was his wife and she was very close to being his purpose.

His eyes didn't stray for a second, not even when she sat beside him. He kept staring. No amount of prayers would ever express the gratitude he felt.

"You look stunning." His lips grazed her ear shell. His eyes caught how her breath hitched and her body stilled.

Aware of the surroundings again, he sat upright allowing a small smirk to grace his lips.

Everyone was focused on the holy fragrance in the air. Ram tried his best too.

He did.

Everytime he'd try to look ahead, he'd hear soft clincks of her bangles. Rose overpowered incense.

She'd occasionally repeat after the mantras, and his muscles would strain with sensations. Her breathy repetitions cast a charm.

His breaths sped up.

Since the hall was crowded they were sitting closely. Ram had shifted a bit back to avoid their knees from bumping, it was quickly proving itself as the mistake of the night.

She was directly in his line of sight and not even an inch away. How was he supposed resist touching her?

He didn't.

Soft, spilt second brush against her arm. Ram's eyes stayed fixed on the idols. He pressed his lips together.

He could see Y/n turned back a little but he was looking ahead so she turned back, saying nothing.

The next time it happened, she turned again and asked if he wanted something.

Ram widened his eyes and looked at her with the most innocence he could muster.

Once again she turned back. But then it happened again and again.

He almost laughed as she half faced him with a knowing look and hissed to stop.

"Stop what?"

Unhappy that he wasn't graced with an answer, he hunched his back. It gave him the advantage to be close as he could be to her without the questions from people.

Slightly tilting his head, he bumped her back.

Y/n bit her lip. This man.

Earlier she couldn't tell if he doing this on purpose, but now, oh he knew alright.

His breath hit her neck, goosebumps erupted all over. She suppressed a shiver. He couldn't find a better time or place to be... to be playful?

This time she glared at him.

It only tickled him further. He didn't know what had possessed him but he was having fun teasing her.

His eyes sweeped the room, once he was sure no one was looking. He leaned forward, purposefully brushing his lips in her hair, just behind her ear, "kya hua jaan? You look.. ahh frazzled."

Her heart began to palpitate, blood rushed to her cheeks. She knew she couldn't handle it.

In a sudden she stood up and went to the store room. Y/n thanked the dark, no one could see her red ears. As soon as she was in, she braced herself against the wall.

Slowly she breathed in and out, trying to calm her heart. Her knees felt weak.

She just needed a breather.

The pounding in her ears couldn't subside, her heart could calm down before it skipped again.

Her eyes opened in shock. Footsteps echoed in her ears. "I was looking for honey!" Pushing against the wall she took a step forward.

Haphazard thoughts bombarded her. She cursed the man behind her state. Despite herself she sighed in relief when she saw him.

"Ram what-"

He almost broke into a grin. Yellow light reflecting off her gold bangles made her look delicate like the rose scent she wore.

Adoration surged through him.

A lone diya in the corner illuminated his face enough for her to see the teasing glint in his eyes.

In a hushed tone she tried to berate him but was cut off when in just a couple of steps her back hit the wall.

"How are you this fine, holy evening, dear wife?"

She hated how his husky voice sent tingles through her, how she could barely form words. "Wha-" She had dreamed of stolen moments, clandestine meetings but all of those were just her fantasies.

"Have I told you how inviting your beautiful neck looks when there's nothing to take away the attention?"

He bent down and pressed a kiss just below her jaw. A sudden gasp left her.

He smiled stretching the contact before looking in her eyes.

Y/n was aware, she must have looked like a fool, gaping like a fish. The audacity shocked her. "What has gotten in you?"

She couldn't help but admire how his eyes twinkled.

His arms circled around her waist. He pushed her against the wall. She noticed how his gaze lingered at her neck. She really shouldn't have put up her hair.

"Ram, koi dekh lega.."

Her eyes closed, he leaned his forehead against hers. Her hands came up to his chest, "koi aa jayega-"

"Aane do."

Ram wasn't sure if she could feel his heart, he wasn't sure if she could tell what she did to him.

A crowd of almost a hundred people was right outside and he couldn't care any less. He didn't want to let go.

They breathed in the same air. The small, unsteady gasps from her lips tempted him to close the gap.

His knuckles brushed against her cheekbone before he ran his fingers through her hair, slowly undoing her hairdo.

Y/n tugged him closer instinctively and let out a shuddered breath. Her heart felt like it would leap out of her chest when he combed through and detangled a small strand.

"Kya kre ho.."

He didn't answer. Just kissed her hair and all the way to the crook of her neck.

His attention lingered on the gold chain resting prettily on her skin. Testimony of the union of their souls. The world began fading away for them.

Y/n could think of nothing but his touch. His knuckles mapped her face. His thumb traced the curve of her lips. His secure grip on her waist keeping her upright. His lips worshiping her. His proximity. His touch.

Him. Him. Just him.

He was consuming her and she wanted more.

She desperately  wanted more but anyone could walk in.

"Ram-"

Sighing, he listened to her and loosened his hold on her. As much fun teasing her was, he really just wanted to hold her and rest.

"Let's go, it's almost over."

Y/n felt cold air take place of his warmth. "I know.. just a bit more."

She gathered her hair to a side and raised her eyebrows almost mocking him.

"Go or people will question." He slowly backed away and smiling to himself.

Hearing Aarti start, Y/n joined them as well. Looking at the beautiful shivling, she prayed for him, his welfare, she prayed be content and happy with him.

After the prasad was distributed, several people got ready to go back in a group as it was night. Asking her to hurry, he went to stand with men from his neighborhood.

As things were wrapping up, they all chatted away about various texts, families and weather. Ram breathed in fresh air after being in a heavily fragrant room.

They all waited for their wives.

Tip. Tip. Tip. It started as a small drizzle but quickly turned into heavy rains. Everyone outside ran in.

Loud murmurs broke out in the hall. Kids screeched in a corner, happy with the rain. Ram massaged his head, he just wanted to sleep.

He just wanted to hold his wife close to him and let sleep take over.

It rained with heavy winds. Wet leaves, water falling to the ground, air through the every small nook created a harmony.

People arranged themselves in small pockets, talking or just listening as they waited.

"I don't think this is going to stop anytime soon."

Ram in his mind thanked the guy for saying what he felt.

Women had arranged for kids to eat and sleep in the room. Y/n came to stand near her husband, "here.." She extended a decent sized bowl with kheer.

He hadn't eaten anything for a day and now he won't sleep properly either. She felt concern cloud her when he refused. "Ram-"

"When we go home."  He smiled and shook his head.

Y/n tugged at his wrist, standing closer, "who knows for long it'll rain.. just eat this."

"No, I don't want to hear your excuses. You'll eat or do I have to feed you like a kid?" Y/n cut him off before he could say anything. She took his hands and put the bowl in them.

"Ram bhaiya, come sit with us."

He smiled at the men sitting near the large doorway and went to sit with them.

Almost everyone was half asleep. It had been a long day.

He felt cold wind with slight rain hit his back for a second. He closed his eyes, this must be how plants feel everytime it rains, he mused.

He took a support of the frame and leaned back.

The ladies were huddled at the other end of the hall. His tired eyes searched for her.

The hair he had opened now rested at the front tangled in a loose braid. Wishing he was home he closed his eyes again.

Memories from various nights resurfaced. In each one she was in his arms.

He felt a low vibration just below his skin.

It was ridiculous how used he had gotten to physical affection with her. When he said he yearned to hold her even when she was at an arm's distance, he wasn't lying.

If nothing Ram longed she'd atleast sit next to him.

Time passed by, they all sat patiently. The thunderstorm didn't relent but.

"There's no point in waiting now, let's all sleep here and we'll go tomorrow morning."

The arrangements changed once again. Several women went to their kids, others to their husband's and sat in loose groups.

He had moved to the mid, dragged by his neighbor who stretched his legs and half laid down.

"Ram? Thirsty?"

Y/n handed him a glass of water.

The silk was quite uncomfortable to spend the night in. She couldn't stretch her legs or even sit freely.

Ram opened her eyes and saw her shuffling every other second. At last she took an end of her heavily patterned pallu and enveloped it over her shoulder, creating a shield between herself and everyone else.

He let out a cold sigh. She was as uncomfortable as he was, perhaps even more.

"Y/n?"

He called and shifted near her.

"Ha?"

He tapped lightly asking her to lean on him.

"No, everyone is here." Y/n whispered back almost bemoaning.

Last of diya extinguished as if on cue, plunging the hall in complete dark. Nature provided them a small getaway, a window of momentary peace.

"Everyone's asleep. You haven't rested for a second the whole day."

Several men and women were crammed in one hall. After an exhausting day, as Y/n looked around and saw lolling heads. People sat supporting each other and almost everyone's eyes were closed.

She repositioned herself and tentatively leaned on his shoulder careful not to put all of her weight on him.

Content, that's how he felt. Sure she wasn't in his embrace but he wouldn't pass up on any of this. One of her hand was hooked with his.

Resting his head on her, Ram's eyes closed. His hand found hers which was on his thigh.

Slowly he traced circles on the back of her palm.

Neither of them realized when they drifted off.

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