#saree shopping came

[the-desilittle-bird]

AN- Cause I love a good Angst and this song makes me feel the most sweetest of pain.

Requests are always open and well appreciated.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Without Him

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary- Years went by and you come face to face with him again...

(Italics is Past Memories and Bold + Italics is Lyrics)

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Warnings- Very angsty and arranged marriages

GIF Credits to @samantadeca-blog

Zindagi Le Ke Aayehe Hai Beete Din Ki Kitaab

Ghere Hain Ab Humein Yaadein Be-Hisab

Standing at the entrance of Maegor's Keep with his family, Daemon's mind wandered into the alley of nostalgia, reminiscing upon the bittersweet memories of their shared love. All before everything shattered right in their hands.

And now, standing there, he could feel the memories reeling in his mind, reflecting deep into his eyes as he felt the love and the ache of heartbreak from years ago.

Blinking back his feelings away, he felt his heart stop as his amethyst eyes looked upon her magnificent form, mature with years of experience in the foreign lands of Essos alongside her husband. Her two children following her, a spiting image of their mother.

Laughter echoed in his head, a perfect symphony of his and her. Soft moans and whimpers; accompanying his grunts as the nights of their passion together resurfaced.

Daevon, her eldest son, was originally his. He knew that, and so did she. But no one else needed to know of it; not that it is necessary until no one suspected anything.

Bin Poochhe Mile Mujhe Kitne Sare Jawab

Chaha Tha Kya, Paya Hai Kya, Humne Dekhiye

Dil Mein Magar Jalte Rahe, Chaahat Ke Diye

Daemon was young and unaware as he came from Dragonstone, only to be made aware of his sister's wedding to a man who didn't deserve her. No one deserved her; no one but him. But sitting there as Viserys lectured a stoic him and crying (Y/N), he felt the tinge of guilt simmer in him.

"You disgrace me, Daemon! And you had no right to defile our sister but here we are! She is to be married, and you shall remain as far away as physically possible."

Daemon didn't want it; the lecture. He only wanted answers; answer to his many questions: Why can't he marry her? Why is he not compatible enough for her? Who knows her better than him? Who is better for her than him?

But it seemed that he didn't need to ask them as Viserys continued his rambling. "She is far better than you; too pure for your damned soul. You are just a man made ugly by the darkness which lurks in your heart. A darkness I intend on keeping away from (Y/N)!"

In a fortnight, she was married, right in front of his eyes with a grim expression while her husband placed a kiss over her plump and full lips, painted bright rosy. The tears in her eyes gone unnoticed by all but him.

It had been a bit less than a decade since it; since he witnessed that foreign lord pry your legs open, since your sweet, sinful moans turned into small whimpers of pain.

It was cruel; how Viserys thought it right to have the council witness the union being consummated. It was cruel how he had made Daemon watch her clinging onto the pristine white sheets to find a way to cope with the pain.

And even then, he loved her; more than anything or anyone in the world.

Kya Kahoon Duniyaa Ne Kiya, Mujh Se Kaisa Bair

Hukm Tha..? Main Jiyun Lekin Tere Baghair

Her eyes found his in only a matter of seconds, and all which was left unspoken between them were proclaimed, wordlessly yet the tears in them spoke volumes for them.

It was wrong, what happened with them. And especially what happened to (Y/N). Adultery in Westeros committed by a woman meant death but their kind brother let her live... upon one condition.

That order?

Stay away from Daemon; without him.

As if it wasn't death in itself, the swift stab of her eldest brother's words twisting in her hear; only to evoke tears which would never fall.

Love caused them the pain they never wished to experience. To live with a love unrequited; being so close and yet so far. Like the sky and sea. Together but never meeting. A sad tragedy left unsung.

Tere Liye Hum Hain Jiye, Har Aansoo Piye

Tere Liyeh Hum Hain Jiye, Honthon Ko Siye

Dil Mein Magar Jalte Rahe, Chahat Ke Diye

Tere Liye, Tere Liye

She came and she left, like a gust of wind. A strong wind which created havoc in his life and left. And what remained behind was only a letter, addressed to him; sealed in the coal of their house, the three-headed dragon.

"Years ago, he told me that I shall not cry for your sake. That I shall drink down the tears and smile. For sake, I shall keep my lips shut tight, never uttering a word which is nor expected of me. But Dae, the fire of your love still blazes bright in my heart. And it belongs to you and only you.

Perhaps not in this life but in the next. I shall be yours. Body. Mind. Soul."

It was the last thing he heard of her; before the news of her passing came. And the sound of crack was loud, as his heart shattered and crumbled into a zillion pieces.

Without him; she lived and left.

Without him...

#Spotify #house targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd imagine #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x reader #daemon x you #daemon targeryan #daemon au #daemon x y/n #daemon targeryen x reader

[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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tagging- @budugu @thewinchestergirl1208 @rambheemlove @ramayantika @bishh-kanya @chaanv @nyotamalfoy @obsessedtoafault @phoenix666stuff @iam-siriuslysher-lokid @cursedcursives @hopelessdemonic @nerdreader @bitchy-bi-trash @vijayasena

#ghungru #ram charan #rrr #rrr movie #desi tag #ram x reader #fanfic #ram x wife!reader #rambheem #rrr tarak charan

[beasiannow]

Meanwhile, in an upscale suburb of Seattle, Washington, the Sharma Sisters from Hyderabad are still running their successful line of clothing stores.

At first, a small affair known as The Sharma Sisters' Indian Apparel Boutique sold sarees, where they sold sarees, dhoti kurta, salwar suits, and other items of Indian apparel.

Not a business fated for grand success in your average upscale Seattle suburb.

Then, as fate or karma would have it, they came into possession of something they came to call The Threads of Karma Cloth.

This, though super-science they didn’t understand, caused those who wore it (picked from a selected few) to become physically and psychologically attuned to the land of India. This, in turn, led to a much larger clientele in search of other less “esoteric” Indian apparel.

That's why they renamed their shops, which now had four in Washington state, to “You Are What You Wear Fine Indian Apparel.”

Which at last led them to branch out again with the opening of a shop in Boise City, Idaho.

To run it, they hired experienced local sales manager Pamela Sheridan, whom they insisted she and everyone she employed in their name dress in East-Indian style while doing so.

Pamela played along, being a go-along-to-get-along sort of person; plus she really needed the job. However, she had to ask.

“I’m sorry, but isn’t this cultural appropriation?” “Not to worry,” said the Sharma sister, who had helped her get dressed in her first saree. Trust me, wear what I’ve given you, and things will work themselves out before you know it.”

A week later, Pamela Sheridan was surprised to find this to be more true than she could have imagined.

A month later, Pamvati Shiravadan was reassuring her four new Western women hired for the coming opening day that they, too, would soon be as comfortable in their new free sarees as she was.

The four young ladies just hired, Vivian, Chloe, Lydia, and Willow, did not greet this news with much excitement.

However, a year later, the four, now known as Veha, Kavuri, Lakshmi, and Wishi, were more than happy on winning the outstanding sales team with accompanying big bonuses.

[brinteylovesaliens]

HC for FemShep that @sarahsmiles1991 and I came up with today...

Shep: gods first a turIan wants me to be a spectre, another wanted me to join with him as a slave to sovereign, then another turian wants me captured so he could live like a king, and then they want me to do things for them like save their planet, son and a head of a geth,what is it turians DON'T want from me?

Garrus: ... to die, we don't want you to die

Meshep: as sweet as that is, Sare-

Garrus: Siren was being brainwashed by a reaper, believe me many turians would kill to be in my position.

Victus: the Turian Hierarchy received a request to officially recognize Commander Shepard as a Turian citizen. I've also received requests for marriage requests from many families for the Commander.

Wrex: yeah? Well she's already officially a Krogan and has had breeding requests.

Tali: yeah, well she's already a Quarian Captain and can link suits with literally anyone she wants!

Geth: consensus was reached by 99.99999999999993% of all Geth that Shepard-Commander is Geth. She has entered our consensus space twice and survived. And is nice to us. We.. like her.

Balak: All Batarians want her dead

Bray: not me

Balak: except Bray

Bray: I'd marry her of she wanted

Balak: he's a bad Batarian

Aria: she can be my co-Queen.

Balak: Batarians want her dead

Batarians: nah, we're cool with her

Balak: but..

Batarians: she can hold her own word us. She's badass. And doesn't kill us just for being Batarian

Balak:

Bray: she kinda threatened me once. It was hot.

Balak: ... okay maybe I was turned on when she said she would hunt me down BUT I STILL WANT HER DEAD

Balak: she blew up our solar system!

Bray: yeah, for a good reason

Balak: PEOPLE DIED!

Bray: yeah, and billions lived because of it

Balak: ffs

Bray: I wish to make babies with her

Hanar: this one would also like to say that Shepard has been requested to mate as well for bringing back one of the enkindlers, along with the drell of course.

Elcor: Shyly excited, we too have accepted her as one of us after saving us

Volus: .....yeah I guess would make a good mate if she wanted us

Morlan: she is welcome in my shop at a 90% discount

Salarians: while one old bitch doesn't like the fact that she cured the genophage many has asked to send thier ancestor genes to her if she would be interested [we then discussed hoe Salarians swap genealogy stuff..]

Asari: ... ya no we want her we want many shep asari

We'll need to add more as we go..

#mass effect headcanon #femshep

[thepoopdokyeomtouched]

Woke up with a dream of wonwoo eloping me 3 times

It was very long dream

Liek wonwoo was in prison he escaped from there with my help and ran away then he came back to take me on his bike but we both got caught and he was prisoned again then I met him in the washroom of that prison and we together escape and we went away on his bike then something more happened and I was shopping for wedding the color of the dress was brown base, navy blue glittery work saree or dress I forgot and as I was doing that the jailer people started chasing me and I ran and ran but got caught then wonu came to save and we finally escaped again and my mother was saying "I hope she would have completed her studys first then get married but anyways" And Im writing this as soon as I woke up

#it was very thrill cuz i remember the surrounding of the jail #and the highway we escaped through

[futuristicsaladparadise]

I made a salwar kameez and dupatta outfit for Kavi! 

I went shopping at the local thrift stores on Thursday and found the fabric in a back corner. The tunic and purple fabric of the pants came from a couple of cut down sarees, and the green was a pillowcase. I’m really pleased with how all of it came out. 

The fabric for the pants was a set of 9″x7″ squares, not quite long enough for ankle length legs, so I had to sew them together. Actually, I messed up the first version so badly, and had so little of the fabric, that I had to unpick every single stitch I had done, then re-cut and sew them anew. 

Now they’re done, and will be ready for Kavi when she arrives, which according to FedEx, should be Monday!!

Here’s Carrie making sure everything fits. 

#american girl #American Girl dolls #kavi sharma #sewing #ag #my dolls

[hezzabeth]

The lost princess, the biggest grandest portrait in the entire gallery, stared down at Revati. Amma had often said many claimed she was the most beautiful woman on Mars. Papi would then laugh and say she didn't hold a torch to Amma. Revati honestly agreed with her father; the princess always seemed to have an insipid, fragile look to her. She seemed like the sort of person who would cry when stepping on an ant. Also, her saree in the picture was a hideous combination of beige and mustard yellow.

"Drink, Ma'am?" a tourist dressed in an ill-fitting servant's uniform asked, holding up a tray.

When it became clear that everyone was going to be trapped in the park forever, people started getting creative. Revati's father had raided the tea shops on Baker Street for any easy-to-grow fruits and vegetables. Thankfully, he came across a bag of potatoes, some old lettuce, and the heads of a few carrots. By the time the supply of souvenir-themed food had run out, they had their own little garden.

"Nice to know you're using the potatoes I traded with you to make strawberry vodka instead of food," Revati sniffed, grabbing one of the glasses. Thirteen years later, Jay's vegetable scraps were now a profitable farm, guarded that Revati kept heavily under guard.

"At least it's better than the apple drink they were serving last time. I spilt some of it, and the paint melted off the wall," Aurora remarked as she joined Revati.

"True, but I was able to use it to burn that dimwit who tried to break into our rainwater supply," Revati remarked as they moved into the assembly room.

The assembly room had been designed decades ago to resemble a "cherub's paradise." The walls were covered in chipped baby blue paint, while someone had painted a mural of fluffy white clouds and flying naked babies on the ceiling. Forty or so teenagers, the children of Whistleton actors, were lined up in formal outfits with numbers on their chests. When the appliances invaded, the actors on Baker Street had fled for their lives, leaving the tourists to their devices. The actors in Whistleton, on the other hand, seemed to think Armageddon was an excuse to fully commit to their historical romance fantasy. The teenagers all bowed to each other and then began to dance in an intricate pattern. Several servants, trying their best to make music using a prop piano and several empty water jugs, accompanied them. None of the dancers were Dityaa.

"So, are you going to keep the boy or cut him loose?" Aurora asked, and Revati shrugged.

"Not sure yet, the plant thing is interesting… we could use him in the garden," Revati said, weighing her options. Other leaders firmly believed in trimming the fat; Revati, however, knew it was better to turn the fat into soap.

Bridgadeiro was approaching them now, eating a canapé fashioned from strawberries and a lettuce leaf.

"This food is fascinating! It actually tastes like it was grown in the ground," he remarked.

Aurora and Revati exchanged a confused look.

"Of course it was grown in the ground; all the food here is... or they're fried insects," Revati said, explaining. While Baker Street had potatoes and carrots, Whistleton managed to grow strawberries, pineapples, and peaches.

"Really? Where I'm from, only the very rich get to eat actual grown food! We make do with fruit made in our Creatrix," he said before taking another bite of his strawberry lettuce cup.

"What's a Creatrix, mistress?" Aurora whispered to Revati.

"One of those metal box things that makes food and clothes using sand from Saturn, my parents had one before the invasion," Revati explained, and Aurora's eyes widened.

"You mean you live on a planet with actual modern technology? That must be thrilling," Aurora cried, clapping her hands together.

"Well, technically I live on the southwest space station," he said. Revati merely walked away, taking a sip of her drink. It tasted like a mouthful of expired perfume.

A queen was sitting at the very back of the ballroom on a small stage. A majestic queen, her dark skin and towering wig dusted with gold powder. Unlike the other dancers, her ballgown was fluffy, modern, and a deep blood red. She whispered to one of the teenagers in an empire gown standing next to her. Then crisply she nodded towards Revati.

"Well, Queen Victoria has spotted you," Aurora remarked.

"Queen Victoria? Don't you mean Vicky Ditchwater?" Revati smirked.

"Shh! The last person who mentioned her old name got thrown out to the hair dryers," Aurora hissed back, and Revati just shrugged, casually walking across the ballroom, disrupting the dance.

"Mistress Rave, how lovely to see you! And in such a becoming gown," Queen Victoria said, her smile parting into a frozen smile.

"I like your dress as well, is it new?" Revati asked, not really caring to hear the answer.

"The latest design from New Singapore! It's part of a new style called robotic vampirism," the Queen replied.

"And how many of your unmarried subjects did you have to give to the appliances to get it? Three? Four?" Revati asked, raising an eyebrow.

Queen Victoria's expression froze. One thing the appliances were constantly searching for was new fresh feet. One thing Whistleton constantly strived for were "perfect matches."

"Just two, last season was incredibly successful," smiled Queen Victoria serenely.

"And I see this season you have your eyes on my sister”

Revati pointed out.

Here's the corrected version of the text:

"Well, she is uncommonly pretty, and has such a gentle personality," the Queen smiled.

"Gentle personality? Her brain is made out of marshmallows and glitter! The last thing she needs is for the Duke to abandon her in hostile territory," Revati said, folding her arms dramatically, and the Queen waved one hand.

"Oh, she'll be fine! The Duke is a lovely boy! He brought us an entire crate of heating blankets," the Queen said.

"She's clumsy! She trips and sprains her ankle at least once a month; she won't last a week in occupied zones," Revati replied wearily.

"The Duke specifically asked for her! He parachuted from the sky, insisting he was here for the eldest Sheikh sister," Queen Victoria protested, sounding vaguely annoyed.

"He wanted Dityaa? Why would he want her? How would he even know she exists?" Revati asked, incredibly confused. The only record of Dityaa’s existence came from the one year she spent in public school before the invasion.

Once Revati had asked about her birth certificate when working on a recorded list of residents on Baker Street. "Your sister was born in a refugee camp during the beginning of the war! There were no birth certificates," Amma replied.

When they were little, Dityaa would frighten Revati with ghost stories. Tales about how Dityaa’s “other mother” would visit her as a ghost while everyone else slept.

"Do I have another mother who’s a ghost?" whispered Revati, hiding under her blanket.

"No, just me. She says I have four strands of life inside of me instead of two," Dityaa whispered. The stories stopped once they found themselves stranded on Baker Street. Sometimes Revati would wonder if there was any truth to it.

While Revati helped her mother fix broken electronics, Dityaa would spin around giggling. While father and Nani dug up potatoes, Dityaa picked flowers, turning them into a crown. Dityaa wasn’t quite like anyone in the family. But then again, she did look an awful lot like Amma.

#doctor who #fantasy #nanowrimo #the Star beast #Steven universe #nanowrimo2023 #speculative worldbuilding #speculative fiction #bridgerton #jane austen #queen victoria #queenofoklahomacity #life on mars

[theclumsypanda]

To love, honor and protect.

There you go @thewinchestergirl1208 . NOW GIVE ME MY ROCKY IMAGINE.

*

Y/N is startled when the door opens with a bang and her wide eyes stray to the wall clock.

Ram is early today.

He wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour.

She stands up and wipes her tears hastily with her pallu.

“Y/N?” Ram’s loud voice echoes in the house.

Oh god.

Sniffling, she wraps her saree pallu around herself in a way that hides the bruises on her right arm.

If Ram gets a glimpse of them…

She has no idea what he’ll do.

Taking in a shaky breath, she tries to get a hold of her emotions. She doesn’t want Ram to know what happened.

Composing herself, she walks out of the room and finds him in the verandah, his back to her as he rolls the sleeves of his shirt.

The sound of her anklets chiming gets his attention and he turns toward her, still busy with his left sleeve.

“Y/N, could you bring me a- ” Ram looks up and his voice dies in his throat when his gaze lands on her.

Something doesn't feel right.

Eyes down, head bent, shoulders cowering- this is not his wife, his Y/N. The sweet smile that she always greets him with when he returns home is nowhere to be seen. And he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like her hiding herself from him.

Ram immediately walks over to her, his brown eyes anxiously scanning her body.

“Jaan?” His voice is a gentle whisper. “What’s wrong?”

Her chest constricts in pain at the soft tone he only uses with her. He’s so soft and caring towards her. Always treating her as his most precious treasure.

An involuntary sob escapes her which is enough to throw him in panic.

He cups her cheeks in his hands. “Y/N? Love, you’re scaring me now. What is it? Tell me.” He urges.

She finally looks up at him and it physically hurts Ram to look at her teary eyes.

He gently tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, wanting nothing more than to find the reason behind her tears. He impatiently waits for her to speak even though it kills him to see her like this. And that’s when he notices the small cut on her forehead.

“How did this happen?” Ram frowns, placing a hand on her arm and she flinches. Ram pulls back his hand in surprise. Brows creased in confusion, he watches as Y/N slides the pallu and lets it fall back.

His lips part in shock at the visible bruises on her arm. “Wha-“ He stops, unable to comprehend for a moment.

Y/N lets out another loud sob and buries her head in his chest, clutching his shirt in fists. Ram wraps his arms around her in a daze. It doesn’t take him long to join the dots.

His face turns hard as he clenches his jaw. “Did someone hurt you?”

Y/N closes her eyes and nods against his chest, letting a few more tears fall down her cheeks and on his white shirt.

Swallowing hard, he pulls back, only enough to look into her eyes. “Who?”

When she doesn’t answer, he pulls her closer, his voice shaking with barely suppressed anger. “Who did this, Y/N?”

Y/N knows he won't calm down until he knows.

"It was Raghu. I... I was shopping for some groceries when he came out of nowhere and started verbally attacking me because you arrested his brother. I told him it was his brother's fault." She sniffles. "But he said... he said that I have no right to say anything because I'm a traitor's wife. A monster's wife. I was so upset that I yelled at him and he grabbed my arm and pushed me. Thankfully, Bheem was there. He brought me home safe. I just- I hate it when people think so wrong of you. You don't deserve any of this, Ram."

She breaks down again and Ram pulls her into his arms, closing his eyes in pain.

Rage boils inside him. This is the last thing he wanted. He never gave a damn about what others thought of him. But he will never let anyone disrespect his wife. Ever.

Y/N is the purest thing in Ram's world. She's the only reason he still believes there's still good in this world.

And she got hurt. While she was defending him.

What did he ever do to deserve her?

That fucking piece of shit Raghu is going to regret even touching Y/N.

But Ram has one important thing to do before that.

He pulls back and takes her injured arm in his hands, being extremely careful.

"Does it hurt?"

Y/N shakes her head. "Not really. It's just a dull ache."

He makes her sit on a chair and applies some herbs on her bruises. The flinch that she so desperately tries to control doesn't go unnoticed by him.

He tries his best to not let his anger show. He doesn't want to scare her even more. Though he doesn't need to. Y/N knows he will never hurt her.

When he's done, he pulls her upright. "Come."

She's confused. "Where?" But one look at him and she knows what he's thinking. "Ram, I don't think this is a good idea- "

"Do you trust me?" He asks, looking in her eyes.

Y/N nods without any hesitation.

"Good." Ram kisses her forehead and holds her hand. He leads her towards the main door and they have only stepped out of the house when they spot Raghu with his friends.

"Oh, look. This bitch-"

Raghu doesn't get to complete his sentence as Ram closes the distance between them in a millisecond and punches him. Hard.

"Say another word about her. I dare you." The venom in Ram's voice sends shivers down Y/N's spine.

Raghu hasn't recovered from the sudden punch and Ram doesn't give him the chance to do so either. Grabbing him by the throat, Ram pushes him against a wall and keeps punching him.

"Look in her direction again and I'll show you what a real monster is." Ram growls, shaking Raghu by the collar.

It doesn't look like he's gonna stop anytime soon and for some twisted reason Y/N doesn't want him to.

She lets Ram throw Raghu to the ground and kick him in the stomach as a crowd gathers around them. That's when she realizes that she needs to stop him before he ends up killing Raghu.

Ram kneels beside him. "This is what you get when you mess with my wife." He raises his fist again and Y/N finally decides to intervene.

“Ram.” She speaks softly. And he stops, just like that, his fist inches away from Raghu's face.

She places a hand on his shoulder and he stands up, stepping back and breathing heavily.

She tugs on his shirt. “Ram. Look at me.”

He turns toward her, his eyes searching her face for any discomfort.

She steps closer to him and cups his cheek.

He sighs, placing his hand on hers. “Are you okay, baby?”

Y/N nods.

“I’m so sorry.”

She shakes her head. “It’s not your fault, Ram. Don't blame yourself. Please."

As another sigh leaves his lips, she touches his forehead with hers. "You didn't have to do all this, you know."

His knuckles trace her cheek. "I promised to always love and protect you when I married you, didn't I?"

She smiles softly. "You did."

"And I'll always keep my promise." His lips press against her temple as she closes her eyes, sighing in content. "I'll always protect you."

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#rrr fandom #rrr ram charan #ramaraju x reader #ram charan #alluri sitarama raju

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6. Cuddles cuddles cuddles

This one got out of hand, I'm sorry. Masterlist

It was irritating to no end, Y/n had woke up with particularly nasty headache. Household chores in an extremely damp, quiet but not calm weather were a bane. Sweat dripped from  her hairline. Her light blue blouse had dark patches on it as it clung to her uncomfortably.

She stood straight for a second and adjusted it slightly and began sweeping the kitchen floor again. She absolutely hated how flour would get to every nook of the kitchen whenever she made roti, more than that fallen vegetable skin on the floor stuck to her feet irritated her.

The heat wasn't allowing her pain to subside, as she swept everything out from the kitchen and to the living room, once again she straightened her back and looked up to see the sky from the open veranda right next to it.

There was no wind.

Her skin felt damp and sticky, once again she cursed and prayed to the Gods.

She swept and collected the waste in a corner to put it in dustbin. Quickly brushing her clothes of of the non existent dust, she went to wash her hands.

In a corner of the kitchen was a paper basket, she took hold of it and started going through the vegetables, trying to decide what to cook for lunch.

A slow breeze hit her ankles and she thought, what kind of wind was this, I'm sweating all over not just my ankles. It felt good but, she smiled through pain.

Her eyes looked at the basket and her lips lifted higher. Her mother's grandmother used to make these and taught her. She had always been astounded by how durable and strong these paper baskets could be.

This particular one was a gift from her, Y/n teared up a little, it had been so long since she saw her family.

She missed her ma, she missed talking to her large family. They were a problematic bunch but she missed them nonetheless.

Sniffling she picked some brinjal and put them in wooden basket to wash them.

"Bhabhi!"

Akhtar's loud voice rang in her ears. She quickly put everything aside and went to greet him. "Ha bhaiya."

Akhtar was excited, he had finally talked to Jenny and befriended her. She was a really sweet girl. Ram had told him that she wanted saree before skipping off to some work.

Now Akhtar could absolutely help her choose but he didn't want her to be stuck with just his choices, also he needed moral support.

"Jenny wants to go saree shopping, come with us na!"

Y/n blinked wide in surprise, she smiled at his adorable excitement, "Jenny wants to go shopping shopping and you came to me? Akhtar! I don't understand English."

"Woh toh even I don't, but I want you to be there. I'm sometimes clueless, you can do some damage control."

She bit back a laugh, he really was making his liking obvious. "Oh? I'm damage control now? Nice."

She watched color drain from his face and smile fade as he restlessly shifted his weight from one foot to another. "No, nhi bhabhi, I didn't mean it that way. I didnt-"

Her cheeks lifted high and she smiled toothily at his scrambling, "relax Akhtar, I know you didn't. I was just pulling your leg."

His eyes closed and he kept a hand on his heart as he sighed dramatically.

"Acha where's Ram? Isn't he usually with you?"

"Bhaiya went for some work."

She took a beat to return to her usual mood, she knew what work he was going to do. Once again she prayed, please don't let him find him.

"Acha, can you both wait here? I'll quickly cook lunch in case he decides to drop by."

"Ha of course!" Akhtar went out to call Jenny in. Y/n quickly got out two glasses of water and some sweets and set them on the table.

"Jenny, ye h Y/n, Ram's wife."

Y/n looked the beauty in front of her, they both looked so adorable. She folded her hands, quickly saying a Namaste, she gestured for Jenny to take a seat.

Y/n figured there was no use for words as they wouldn't understand each other anyways.

They both drank and ate, "Akhtar you guys talk, I'll quickly finish everything."

He nodded and enthusiastically went back to explaining something to Jenny. She seemed to be pretty into whatever he was saying too.

Shaking her head, Y/n chopped up everything and set kadhai on the flame.

After a while, everything was done, sabzi-roti, she took out some pickle from the large jar and put it in a bowl for Ram. 

Finally using her pallu to wipe her face, Y/n came out to see them laughing merrily. Suddenly Jenny's hand came to rest on Akhtar's bicep, Y/n swore she had never seen a man look so adorable around their crush.

Deciding to to put a temporary, short short break on whichever kind of flirting-wooing was going, she cleared her throat.

"Y/n! Oh you're ready?"

Surprisingly it was Jenny who grasped at the chance and avoided looking at Akhtar.

Y/n assumed she had asked if work was done and bobbed her head in a yes.

"Excellent, then let's go!"

Eager as she was, Jenny took hold of both of them and started marching towards the door.

Y/n's eyes widened and she held her hand, "Wait, let me change." She used her free hand to gestured the length of her clothed frame.

She changed and did her hair and joined them. Electrifying pain hit the back of her head. Y/n schooled her expression, her headache didn't appear to be relenting anytime soon.

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After hours and hours of goofing around with the two silliest people crushing on each other, Y/n returned home feeling a little more than  tired.

Her limbs felt like they'd fall off, winds started to pick up again and clouds gathered overhead.

Y/n went to the kitchen and opened the containers to see everything the way she left it. So she wasn't going to cook dinner again.

She put water to boil for chai and went to get the drying clothes from the terrace.

Clouds rumbled and trees created noise, enveloping her senses.

It was around 6 pm and it was so dark already. She decided to have a quick bath.

Y/n took off her saree and stepped in. Water from  the handpump was cold, her skin felt burning opposed to it.

As intended she quickly got out, dressed and went to light a diya and do Aarti in the puja.

Five minutes after she was done and she was sipping her masala chai, a knock was heard.

She went to open the door, "wash your face and hands, I just made tea. I'll get it for you."

Not waiting for an answer, she went back to the kitchen, poured himself cup and set it beside hers.

After a few minutes, he washed and changed and sat on the chair next to hers. "Masala chai?"

"Yeah, I felt like it. How was your day?"

Ram sighed, ran a hand over his face began telling her about how he was getting nowhere with this mission.  "Babai thinks we won't find him again. He's hid himself like a snake."

"Don't worry Ram, everything will be okay. You'll find him someday."

Y/n rested her elbow on the table and slightly massaged her temple.

"But you don't want me to find him."

"I don't."

Silence took over again, the only noise was from the storm, "I'm surprised, electricity was cut in this storm."

"Maybe when it rains?"

"Hmm. Eh, why don't you come home for lunch? Again I found food right as I left it."

He looked down and leant back in the chair, "aree yaar, I was going around  the city with babai, that's why."

"Did you eat something?"

Before he could answer, he heard a low 'of course you didn't' as she got up and took both the cups with her.

Ram looked around the room, the takhat in the corner was covered with dried up, crisp clothes waiting to be folded. He looked behind and saw his woman heat up everything, smiling to himself he got up and started arranging the clothes in neat folds.

Amidst the cold wind and the rustling of leaves, Ram felt quite relaxed, happy even. He hummed to himself as he picked up a grey saree with red border, folding it, he thought about the day he bought it for her.

They had had their first big fight over something stupid, well maybe not stupid because Y/n was quiet angry that he was overworking himself and him being him, he ignored her.

He remembered how over days her anger kept piling and piling then finally burst when one night he came home with blood dripping from his head.

At the present Ram couldn't recall how she reacted at first as he was quiet preoccupied with the pain and horror of the day. But he had felt her fussing over him.

The first clear memory he had was of next day when she came to him with hot turmeric milk and he refused to drink, not just that he refused to care for his wounds, even stopped her from doing so. And Y/n, oh she just exploded.

She shouted, pulled him closer aggressively, took his face in her hands and made him look at her as she talked.

Ram chuckled to himself, that day both of them had refused to eat anything altogether, Y/n out of anger and worry, and him due to irritation and inability to understand why she was worried.

A day later, he had relented. Babai helped him a lot that day, he told him how wives tend to get worried if their husband shows up with blood on him.

Ram still laughed at himself, he had to be sat down like a kid in order to understand that husband wives cared for each other. He had always cared but seeing her be attentive to him was shocking. Not sure why but it was.

"What are you doing? Are you laughing by yourself?"

He kept the saree down and turned to her, "just remembered the day I bought you this saree."

He looked at her move elegantly and set two plates on the table, "and not the next day when I dragged you to buy silver jewelery to go with it?"

Ram bunched his kurta's sleeves upto his elbow and sat down. "I was thinking how you haven't asked for anything in quiet a while now."

"Since you feel like spending, I think I should tell you that I bought four new sarees today."

He simpered. "Acha?"

"Haan, I'll just bring them."

Pink dusted his cheeks as he watched her skip to their room. He never thought he'd genuinely feel happiness to see her happy.

He bit into the green chilli; she came back with four covers and set them on her chair.

"I did not know Akhtar and Jenny had such good taste in colors, by the way."

Y/n watched curiosity form on his face, "Aree, Jenny wanted to go shopping for sarees, she totally loves them and him."

"How? What?" Ram was really interested to know the conversation between them.

"I don't know, Akhtar worked it out ki she wanted sarees, then he came to me so I'd be the moral support and we all went together."

A sudden laugh escaped him, "I wish I could see him stumble at her forward behavior."

"Oh ho, he stumbles but he's equally smooth. I don't think he even realizes it but he charms her."

"He most definitely doesn't."

Y/n dragged another chair right next to his and plopped down  with her sarees. "Acha wo-"

Interrupting her, Ram fed her a morsel. "Baad mein, first eat."

Like a kid, she put up her arms and mumbled but the fond look in his eyes made her freeze.

After they both were done, he stood near her wiping his hands on her pallu, only to get smacked right away.

"Ah! Acha han, you were saying?"

Her heart sped up just a bit as she patted the chair.

Ram watched her great interest, he wondered what she was nervous about. He smiled to himself, must have bought more sarees than she realized.

He quickly retracted his thought as she pulled out a small box.

"Ram.."

She started quietly and softly held his arm.

"I bought this ring for you."

Y/n hung her head, trepidation took over. She couldn't tell if he liked it, she wanted to look up but the anxiety was too strong.

"Y/n," He whispered her name, so softly and so close to her. Hearing the awe in his voice, butterflies erupted in her stomach.

It was ridiculous how she couldn't speak or look up, utterly ridiculous how she couldn't even hum. She was sure he'd hear the tremor in her voice.

Trying to find a way to calm his own heart, Ram intertwined his fingers with hers.

He bowed to her level and gently lifted her chin, making her look into his eyes.

Kill me. Oh dear God, just kill me. I cant-

Y/n was sure the weird ways in which her heart flipped were not normal.

I can't.

His face was so so close to her, and his eyes- could hearts melt because her's did.

Unable to withstand the intensity of his gaze, she turned away, almost.

His hand moved from her chin to cup her face and stopped her. Ram couldn't understand, he couldn't name what he felt, he wanted to thank her.

He wanted to tell her how her eyes twinkled like stars and her skin shone like sun. He wanted to say that he didn't want her to look away, ever.

All Ram knew was that his heart was leaping, galloping, flipping and doing all sorts of weird things that he was sure hearts aren't supposed to do.

She dazzled him. She took away every single thought from him and left completely speechless, every single time.

His eyes moved from her eyes to the small red bindi sitting prettily between her brows. He kissed it. He kissed her forehead- once, twice, thrice before he said, "I love it."

Maybe it was fortunate, Ram did not want her to see him blush, he could feel the heat traveling up his neck, so maybe it was fortunate for him that lights went out.

Immediately after he heard a sweet chuckle, and they started laughing.

"I will get the lamps."

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Y/n blamed Ram, his proximity must have made blood rush to her head and now the headache was back with full force. Fatigue spread throughout her body, she wanted nothing more than to collapse on the bed and curl into a ball.

A quick hard press to her head later she lit a candle and carried it to the lamps in the store room.

"Ram? Can you get the kerosene?"

She took two of them, one for their room and another to light the living room.

"Ye lo," taking the container from him, she filled them up and lit the wick.

She held it in one hand and with other she scooped up the bag carrying it to their room.  Y/n barely took a step and turned to him, "Do you want to wear the ring now or should I keep it in?"

Ram looked up from the lamp that he set down on the floor, "give me that."

Handing him the box, she went in.

In a haze she opened the cupboard and stuffed everything in- uncaring that they were new clothes. A gust of wind gave her chills. She kept a hand on her face, her hand was cold and soothed her.

Y/n felt like crying, she hated the feverish feeling that came with the headache. Quickly taking off the earrings and necklace, she took a sheet and laid down at the corner of the bed.

Still unable to feel the relief she raised it to her head and completely covered herself. Her body quivered violently, her tearful eyes drooped.

Deciding to not focus on the pain, Y/n closed her eyes and waited for sleep to take over with her hands locked around her knees.

Ram enjoyed the weather, the monsoons represented his inner battle. Storms felt like his roaring emotions. First rain drops on the soil were like the presence of Y/n and Akhtar in his life, relaxing and much awaited.

He sat there for an hour or so, reflecting on everything, his strategies, where the Gond leader could be. There wasn't much to think about but it managed to engulf him.

The rain  murmured, slowly ebbing away his stress, making his shoulders droop.

As the clock struck eleven he thought it was time to go to bed.

His body welcomed the warmth of the dimly lit room. The lamp cast a golden shadow on the walls. He looked at the bed and there she was, his wife, asleep.

Ram slightly shook his head at her covered up figure, it wasn't even cold in the room. Deciding not the disturb her, he blew the wick plunging the room in dark.

Sighing he rubbed his feet on the doormat and quickly climbed on the bed settling on his side.

He shifted and made himself comfortable, burrowing his face in the pillow and closed his eyes.

A sudden thunderclap woke him up. Winds must have changed the direction because constant huge gusts came in through the window making the curtain flap against the wall.

Shifting in the bed, his eyes searched for stars. The clouds thundered and lit up the sky, goosebumps erupted on his arms.

Still a bit sleepy, Ram continued to look out.

He cursed his thirst and got up to get water. The weather had him smiling and humming. Whispers through the trees was the joy he needed in life.

As he came back to bed, he heard a whimper.

Brushing it off as some noise from outside, he put one leg on the mattress when he heard it again.

Sharp eyes darted to the window, he waited for another second. Another one.

His eyes widened, realizing it was coming from his left. Fearing the worst, Ram kept a hand on Y/n ready to shield her from whatever it was.

Holding his breath, he stayed in position for five more seconds before realizing the tremor in his hand.

Y/n was shivering.

Hastily he threw back the cover from her face and placed his palm on her forehead.

He moved quickly, went to kitchen, filled a bowl with the coldest water in home, snatched a clean rag and headed back.

Setting the bowl on a table in the corner, he removed the thick sheet completely, "ek toh waise hi saree k wajah se itne layers h.."

He settled next to her, gently wiping her tears, as soon as he touched her with the wet cloth she flinched making him draw his hand back.

Softly patting her head, Ram put the wet strip on her again and debated whether he should wake her up.

"Shh.." He rubbed her arm as Y/n shifted due to discomfort.

He looked at her- half asleep, feverishly pink and lines of pain on her face; she tried to grasp her pallu and tug on it. Gabbing her hand in his, he lifted her a little and freed the fabric that was stuck under her.

Y/n thrashed again and whined incoherently, "Htao.."

Promptly he threw it aside revealing her blouse drenched in sweat. Ram dipped the cloth, wrung it and slowly wiped her neck. Y/n shivered at the cold sensation.

The rest of his night, he spent caring for her and staring out of the window at the reddish hued clouds in the night sky.

As the clock slowly ticked to 5:00, the clouds had began scattering, allowing the light to flow through the land like a river. Five minutes later the alarm roosters waking them both up.

Straightening his back, Ram rubbed his eyes. He stopped mid yawn as he felt a hand on his thigh.

"Ram?"

"Mhm, why are you up? Go back to sleep." He slowly stroked her head trying to lull her into sleep.

"I can't. Why? Why are you sitting up?"

Before he could answer Y/n craned her neck to see a wet rag lying on the table. "Oh. Ram you didn't have to."

"Of course I had to."

His firm tone squashed any possibility of disagreement. "You rest. I'll make us tea."

"What? No. You stayed up all night, you rest. Waise bhi I'm fine now."

He leant right above her and felt her temperature, "no."

He stalked out of the room and made sure to bathe before going into her kitchen.

After sometime, he bought her a glass full of steaming tea, "here, I added Tulsi, black pepper and ginger. It'll make you feel better."

"I haven't brushed?"

"Uh? You are sick?" Ram helped her sit up, "itna dard ho rha h?" He asked seeing her scrunch up her face.

At first she shook her head saying no but then said, "aisa lag rha Pura shareer toot rha h."

Knowing full well that she was sick and in pain, he still chuckled, amused at her whiny tone. He felt a strong urge to pinch her cheeks and he did just that.

Slapping his hand away Y/n rubbed her already hot cheeks, "Why aren't you being soft with me? I'm sick."

"Being sick warrants my soft behavior?"

"It doesn't warrant whatever sass pill you took," grumbling she sipped on her tea.

They finished their glasses in comfortable silence.

"You should've told me that you weren't feeling well, by the way." 

He looked on as she hung her head, she wasn't really sheepish, he knew but he still looked onto her performance.

"Your fake contrite expressions don't work on me."

Ram stretched his hand to take the utensils on the table but Y/n stopped him. "What are you doing?"

He raised his eyebrows as if to say ain't it obvious woman.

"You leave. I'll do it."

"How many times do I have to say? You are running high fever. You are not well. Rest."

"Zero. You know I won't listen to you."

He facepalmed then parted his fingers to sneak a look at her. "You can get out of bed but you're not working, that's the maximum you'll get today."

Confident in her persuasive skills Y/n nodded enthusiastically, accepting his terms.

Y/n's problem, Ram was quickly realizing, was the inability to stay still. She had to move, or she had to fiddle, if nothing she had to pinch and poke him because he wasn't letting her work.

"Y/n let me cook for us, go sit."

She kneeled down beside him, "but i can help with small stuff!"

With great concentration Ram managed to fix them a breakfast, her wandering hands had been distracting him the entire time.

Sometimes she'd grip his shoulders from behind and lean forward, shifting her weight on him, "y/n get away from the spices! They'll irritate your throat and then you'll cry about it."

Each time she'd do something, he'd scold her and instead of quietly sitting down she'd giggle and focus on other ways to get his attention.

"Is the temperature messing with your brain or what?" He grumbled under his breath, secretly enjoying her playful touches, not that he'd tell her.

"Mhm you could say so!"

Not paying attention to her dancing across the kitchen and the living room, he continued to chop vegetables for lunch.

By the time it was night, her temperature had gone down a lot and they both were tired. So naturally they did the only they could in this state, lay on the bed like starfish.

"I miss ma."

Ram turned to his side, "we'll visit them soon." He clasped her hand reassuringly.

Y/n too, turned on her side, coming nose to nose with him. "Pkka?"

He gave a her brief eskimo kiss before saying yes, and then she stayed there, breathing in the same air as him. His heart raced. She looked at him and gave him a soft smile before drawing small circles near his heart.

Ram was focusing on the touch; Y/n snickered, maybe the fever had messed with her brain.

"I just love how you become still as a statue when  I'm close to you."

He snapped out of the trance and instead of giving her a reply, he simply slid his hand up at a slow torturous pace, tracing her arm and finally firmly cupped her neck and pulled her closer.

He leaned in, "Who's gone still now, jaan?"

Bhai isse zyada fluff kya likhu.. sigh.

#rrr #ram x reader #ram x wife!reader #rrr fandom #rrr prompt #rrr x reader

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day 23! first day in jaipurrrr!

Helloooo world! We’re in Jaipur now! Olivia Wu writing here. Starting off strong by continuing on from Ivy’s post and doing my case study in bed after midnight (so technically a new day)

Anyway, we all enjoyed our first breakfast at the Lemon Tree Premier Hotel before our case study session (last one of the trip woooooooo). We’re so excited to have Snehaa back! After breakfast, we headed up to the board room and I got an action shot of the professor getting hyped about the case study, which he calls fun, but I think we have different definitions of fun. 

Right after, we hopped on the bus to head to Jantar Mantar Jaipur with our wonderful tour guide, Vijay. I love riding the bus since you can see all of the city as you traverse through the streets. Some fun things we saw today included cows, camels, horses, and we also noticed that some of the auto rickshaws are different here! 

Once we arrived to Jantar Mantar, we learned about horoscopes, telling time through sun dials, and also compatibility based on birth charts! We had about 15 minutes to wander around and most of us went to go find our zodiac signs (see photo of Ben and I, both pisces). Another notable thing: Finn doing a handstand!

After, we walked to the City Palace, which was so stunning and beautiful. We toured through the grounds and also the exhibits with textiles and the armory, though no photos were allowed. We got so many great photos here and everyone loved seeing the amazing architecture. 

We were all super tired from the heat and very hungry so we rode our bus to the Green Pigeon, where we all had a delicious Indian lunch. We had both new and old dishes like Paneer Butter Masala and Saag Paneer and it was overall very delicious and filling!

Right after, we walked down the busy street a couple doors down to the Shree Carpet and Textile Mahal, where we saw the hand block printing process and Kailee event tried it for the peacock print. Then, we walked over to see the carpet weavers as well as the carpet barber and the women spinning the yarn used. The guide brought us to the carpet show room where they unrolled like a million beautiful rugs and carpets as well as served us refreshments. After that, we were brought to another show room, but this time for textiles and all the girls tried on Sarees and most of us ended up buying something, whether scarves, sarees, or something related. 

Later on, we came back to the hotel to quickly rest and nap before heading out to go shopping and eat dinner. Some of us went to a revolving restaurant at the Hotel Om and others went to the Tattoo Cafe Rooftop. Then we all headed back to the hotel to get a good night’s rest before another day of touristy stuff!

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Top 10 Ladies Dress Brand in Bangladesh

Over the years Bangladesh has become a very fashionable country with our clothes making a big splash in the international markets. Some ladies dress brands are becoming very popular in countries worldwide. Today we will be looking at the top 10 ladies dress brand in Bangladesh that you must take a look at. All of these fashion houses can be found in Dhaka and other Bangladeshi cities.

Aside from these, you can also find other smaller and more local brands that make some truly stylish dresses for women. Designers working for these fashion houses and boutique dress stores continuously create wonderful dresses for women. They blend tradition and modern aesthetics to create something new. So, let’s review the top ladies dress brand in Bangladesh in 2024.

1. Aarong

Website: www.aarong.com

Aarong came to be from the mind of Fazle Hasan Abed, director of BRAC, in 1978. They were established just a few years after the independence of Bangladesh. Aarong stands for village fair, which is a nod to the brand’s main inspiration. They keep the native culture, traditions, crafts, and fashions in mind while supporting rural artists. Aarong has now become the leader of Bengali ethnic and traditional clothing nationally and internationally. Their clothing line includes Sarees, Salwar-Kamizes, scarfs, Dupattas, and much more. 

2. Cats Eye

Website: www.catseye.com.bd

Cats Eye is a brand that is a combination of Monsoon Rain and Unlimited which are two other clothing brands. It was established in 1980 and has now become one of the top 10 ladies dress brand in Bangladesh. Its initial operation was in a Green Super Market shop. But now it sells many women’s apparel: Sarees, Salwar-Kamizes, scarves, and other fashion accessories.

3. Richman

Website: www.richmanbd.com

Richman is primarily a popular men’s fashion brand, but it does sell some apparel for women. It was founded in 2003 and is part of the Lubnan Trade Consortium Limited. They sell all kinds of ethnic wear, casual wear, formal wear, ladies wear, and kids’ wear. Currently, they are under the brands of Lubnan, Richman, and Infinity. Over the years, Richman has slowly grown bigger, and now there are more than 47 locations for Richman. 

4. NogorPolli (নগর পল্লী)

Website: www.nogorpolli.com

They are a simple apparel and clothing store that specializes in high-quality and unique clothing. In addition to comfortable everyday wear, they also make other clothing like panjabi, sweaters, etc. There is something available for everyone at NogorPolli (নগর পল্লী). If you are looking for ladies’ dresses in unique and traditional designs, then they are an excellent choice that won’t break your bank. 

5. Yellow

Website: www.yellowclothing.net

Ladies looking for the trendiest dresses must look at the Yellow collection. This brand is owned and established by the Beximco group, which is one of the top wholesale clothing manufacturers in 2024. Aside from having stores in Dhaka and other parts of Bangladesh, Yellow also has stores internationally like in Pakistan. Ladies can find a wide range of Sarees, Kameezes, Hijabs, t-shirts, jeans, etc at Yellow at surprisingly affordable prices. Their uniquely designed collection has made them quite well known which is why it’s on our list of the top 10 ladies dress brand in Bangladesh.

6. Ecstasy

Website: www.ecstasybd.com

Another top ladies’ dress brand in Bangladesh is Ecstasy, founded in 1997. It has become quite popular amongst the younger generation and has now become one of the biggest fashion retailers. They sells a wide range of clothing and accessories that are either traditional or Western. From ladies’ everyday wear to jewelry, footwear, and bags, they sell them all. They also offer light partywear to glamorous kameezes.

7. Dorjibari

Website: www.dorjibari.com.bd

Founded in 2007, Dorjibari is one of Bangladesh’s newest yet most popular ladies’ dress brands. Within a few years of its founding, it has become a top textile brand in Bangladesh. The clothes they sell are an interesting blend of desi and Western cultures, which is what puts them at the top of many people’s interests. In fact, currently, it’s a trendy brand among teenagers. Dorjibari has a diverse collection of ladies’ dresses that fit all age groups, occasions, and styles.

8. Kay Kraft

Website: www.kaykraft.com

Kay Kraft is currently one of the top 10 ladies dress brand in Bangladesh. They are both a retailer and wholesaler of clothing for men, women, and kids. They also sell fashion accessories and other products made in Bangladesh. The brand primarily targets the youth of Bangladesh and they are quite successful at it. The younger generation very much likes their collection. They are, in fact, quite popular among middle-class young professionals and students. 

9. Le Reve

Website: www.lerevecraze.com

Le Reve is a part of REVE Tex Ltd, which is an enterprise of REVE Group. Le Reve has become the go-to clothing option for many men, women, and children who are looking for something affordable. Sarees, bottom wear, western and fusion clothing, and more are available for women who are looking for trendy options. Men can find trendy and comfortable shirts, t-shirts, jeans, Panjabis, and much more from Le Reve. They also have a wonderful collection of accessories and personal care products for men and women.

10. Rang

Website: www.rang-bd.com

Rang is the last of our top 10 ladies dress brands in Bangladesh. They particularly make local hand-loom clothing and handicraft products. Rang stands for enlightening something by color which is seen in their clothing. The brand’s mission is to make desi tradition more visible through paintings and clothing. They experiment with a lot of fabrics and colors while designing their products for consumers. 

Conclusion

That was our top 10 ladies dress brand in Bangladesh that you might want to check out for yourself. Each of the 10 brands we discussed are trending among the youth or professionals in Bangladesh. They all offer uniquely designed, traditional or modern clothing that are sure to be a hit with the ladies. 

If you are ever looking for everyday or party dresses, our list of brands can and should be your go-to choices. From elegant to functional dresses, they are all available at these brand stores at affordable prices.

FAQs

Q. Which brand is best for ladies clothing?

We already mentioned the top 10 brands for ladies clothing in Bangladesh. Of the ten, the most famous or number one must be Aarong. This brand is world-famous for its traditional designs and quality craftsmanship. 

Q. Which fabric is famous for Dhaka?

Muslin and Dhakai Jamdani are the two most famous fabrics from the Dhaka area in Bangladesh. The main features of these fabrics are their softness, intricate designs, and fine texture.

Q. What is a Bengali saree called?

The Bengali sarees are called “Tant saree” or “Tangail saree,” made with lightweight cotton threads. The design or pattern of these sarees is typically inspired by Bengali culture.

Q. What is the lady’s dress style in Bangladesh?

The traditional dress style of Bangladeshi ladies is in sarees, salwar kameez, and kurtis. But nowadays, the Western style of dressing is becoming popular among professional ladies. The Western style includes dresses and tops.

Q. How much does ladies’ dress go for in Bangladesh?

Ladies’ dress prices in Bangladesh vary based on many factors. The size of the dress, its patterns, and the brand name can make the dress cheaper or more expensive. On average, you might have to pay a few thousand to tens of thousands for a ladies’ dress in Bangladesh.

[summer-of-2024]

09/04/2024

Today is the fourth day of my vacations and this is the fourth log entry, so let's get right to it.

First of all, happy Ugadi, Gudi Padwa, Bihu, Vishu, etc. to everyone. Today, I woke up at the early hour of 5:30 am because every Ugadi, we organise a puja in the Jain temple of Chikpete. We do this because, our saree shop was opened on the occasion of Ugadi and to thank god for it's continued success and pray for the luck to continue, we organise the puja. This puja usually starts at around 5:30 am in the morning and it usually takes more than half an hour to reach the temple from our house so I should've been up at 4 am, took a bath and left already. As soon as I woke up, I was rushed to the bathroom and was instructed to only take a quick shower. Which I did. We left home at around 5:45am and as luck would have it, today's puja had started around 6:00 am and we were only 15 minutes late. After the puja was done, I returned home and helped my mom serve breakfast to everyone and ate my own. Then I changed out of my temple clothes to the more comfortable home clothes and continued writing a story I had started long ago. Then I continued to help my mom across the house because we got to know that our helper was taking a leave today. At about 1:30 pm, I had my lunch and took a 2 hour long siesta with my mom. I woke up and started writing my physics lab record and completed one experiment. Then I ate some obattu brought home by my grandpa, as snacks and read a few chapters of the novel I am reading. After which at 7:15pm, I had online tuitions where we completed the explanation notes for the topic of 'Corrosion' at around, 9:30pm, I had my dinner and a short while later, my best friend came over and talked for a bit. It is currently 10:30pm and as soon as I post this, I'll be going to bed

Ciao

[beasiannow]

Greetings, American friends! We are Jyoti, Neha, and Priya Sharma, three sisters from Hyderabad, India, who have opened a shop that we at first called The Sharma Sisters' Indian Apparel Boutique; however, due to a most remarkable incident has recently been renamed.

"You Are What You Wear Fine Indian Apparel.”

The reason for this is due to our having, by the hand of Lakshmi: gained assets to a new type of cloth called Nīṅkaḷ aṇivatu nīṅkaḷtāṉ or the Threads of Karma that does what no other type of textile can do.

Do what? Some would say work miracles, but why don’t you come in and see for yourself?

For our grand reopening, we are offering a chance for new customers to come in and, for one month, pick out one item of Indian stylings such as a Saree, Lehenga, Salwar Kameez, Anarkali Suit, or Kurta and wear it home for a month.

If at the end of that month, you have not come to love it, keep it for free and forget about it, we, however, are sure that not only will you come back in at the end of that month to purchase it, but you will be ready to redo your whole wardrobe and look, and we will gladly help you bahan (sister).

Above, you can see just a section of our shop and four local ladies who came in and took us up on the challenge we are now offering you.

Here is another section of You Are What You Wear Fine Indian Apparel, and yes, those are the same ladies as in the first photo. Did we say miracle? Don’t believe it?

Come in and find out that wearing is believing. It’s your karma!

Two months later, the You Are What You Wear has started to make changes in the local female population around the locale of the shop. “क्या” (Kya or, more or less, “what tha!”) is heard everywhere so much that the sisters are thinking about opening another shop in another town. 

Right after they help found the first Hindu temple in the town were they live, the faith having it seems grown by 234% since they started selling clothes made from their Threads of Karma.

[chansitrendz]

Find Best Ethnic Gown Wholesaler in Surat for Mesmerizing Party Wear Ethnic Gown Shopping

Surat is the hub of different types of textiles. Surat textile market is crowded with unlimited manufacturers and wholesalers, so, it is a big challenge to discover best ethnic gown wholesaler in Surat. Though you can find a wide variety of ethnic gowns in various offline stores, buying them from a genuine wholesaler, you can enjoy some benefits. You can get the best-quality ethnic gown at wholesale price and also place a bulk of order to the wholesaler and receive them at lowest rates which you may not get from offline stores. If you came here looking for the top ethnic gown wholesaler in Surat, then well done! You have opened the perfect blog.

Chansi Trendz- A Leading Ethnic Gown Wholesaler in Surat, India to Buy A Wide Array of Wholesale Trending Ethnic Gowns

Your search for the best ethnic gown wholesaler in Surat, India is going to end at Royal Export. We, Chansi Trendz, are delighted to announce that we have launched the world-class and latest collection of ethnic gown wholesale online. The cheapest pricing of our ethnic gowns didn’t affect the quality of the outfits which made us one of the trusted ethnic gown wholesalers in Surat, Gujarat, India. It is our guarantee that you will never find such utmost comfort and unique style anywhere else. 

Benefits of choosing us as your ethnic gown wholesaler in Surat is advantageous in many ways. We will give you the scope of placing your order online without taking your steps outside. So, even if you don’t have enough time left for your party wear shopping, you can complete your shopping very easily and quickly if you choose us. Also, we have the largest collection of ethnic gowns at wholesale price in various designs that are in trend these days and in multiple types of materials, very beautiful color combinations and designs also so that everyone can find their favourite style as per the occasion and season. And wait for the amazing offers and discounts which you will get frequently on special occasions! They will make you shop from us again and again for sure. So, if you are trying to discover the best wholesaler of ethnic gown in Surat, Gujarat, we are the ultimate choice whom you should select.

Different Types of Wholesale Ethnic Gowns You Can Choose for Party

Most of the ladies often find themselves confused between Western and traditional outfits when choosing a party wear option. Ethnic gowns are the perfect saviour for that confusing situation. They have the Indian traditional look due to the eye-catching designs in them and also have a slightly modern look of a Western gown. So, if you want to stick to your Indian tradition but also don’t want to compromise your modern style, then check out these latest ethnic gowns for ladies.

1. Anarkali Gown

Anarkali gowns are the modern and more fashionable version of ancient and royal Anarkali suits. You can reflect the rich ancient culture of India and also be in the spotlight of the party wearing these glamorous pieces. Find out a good ethnic gown wholesaler in Surat, Gujarat from where you can get Anarkali gowns in different magical color combinations and designs. 

2. Saree Gown

Be the style icon of an engagement party, cocktail or reception party without leaving your Indian tradition behind with the latest saree gowns. 

3. Lehenga Gown

Lehenga gowns are basically the frock-style lehenga cholis that come with splendid zari or embroidery designs and rich fabrics. Though they are little higher in rates, a genuine ethnic gown wholesaler in Surat, India can give these outfit to you at discounted costs. Try them on a wedding or reception party and get the unmatched glow. 

4. Angrakha Style Gown

Angrakha style gowns have asymmetric cuts on the front side like the Angrakha suits that make them a little different from normal gowns. This one is perfect for the gorgeous Diwali party nights with friends, family or even office colleagues. 

5. Indo Western Gown

Glam up and modernize your party look like a fashion diva and steal the show with the wholesale Indo Western gowns.

What Fashion Accessories to Wear with Ethnic Gown for Style It Up

No matter how much gorgeous an ethnic gown is, it is necessary to accessories it properly with some latest fashion accessories wholesale. You can find several different types of wholesale fashion accessories on online sites. Here are some you can try with your ethnic gown to look more beautiful.

1. Statement Necklace

2. Jhumkas

3. Stylish Bracelets

4. A Statement Ring

5. Designer Waistbelt

6. Stylish High Heels

Wrap Up

So, party lovers, want to stock some latest and most dazzling partywear ethnic gowns this season? What are you waiting for? Go, check the brand new collection of ethnic gowns wholesale at Chansi Trendz, the famous ethnic gown wholesaler in Surat and sort out the perfect one from the list. 

[ranikrajan]

a girl and the venal boy

There was no space for parking the car. The streets were crowded with shoppers. After all, it is Diwali! You see such different kinds of people. Everyone receives their bonus salary. Everyone is excited to show their love for their families. Some buy sarees for their mother. While some had brought their family along to buy new clothes, there are a few lovers trying to impress each other with their selection. I climbed the 15 steps pulling my mum along. It is always interesting to see the lights and the crowds. The sarees are not folded, I am guessing they were at the beginning of the day but by the evening, the bright colors attract many customers as they step in to the shop, sometimes they accompany the buyers to their homes and make someone’s day beautiful. But otherwise, they are crumpled and pushed aside, very rarely, gently.

As I walked into the shop, an old lady draped in white stood among the piles of sarees. I assume she is an octogenarian from her wrinkles and hunched back. She had no blouse underneath. She clutched tightly a bright red saree to her chest with one hand and on to the table with the other. I think she had finished her shopping but yet her eyes gleamed at the magnificence of the brightly lit showroom and its products. I would have liked to ask her for whom she was buying it. I did not get a chance. A movement to the left caught my attention. There were many children running around the shop trying to keep themselves busy as their mothers shopped.  

A small girl, probably 8 years old, was circling around a table again and again. Almost as if she was chasing her herself. She wore a sleeveless orange frock. They had yellow flowers on them.  She shivered as she placed her cheeks on the sides of the table. The tables were made of steel and they were cold from the air conditioning. As she made those circles, she would feel the different fabrics that were hanging from the table with her tiny palms. She had to make a sudden stop as one of the staff had decided to interrupt her ride. He had bent down to open a carton box below. She waiting for a few seconds and then she continued her circles around the rectangular tables. I stood there watching that small girl’s left turns. Her smiles were wearing off and there was a grimace. I was waiting for her to stop and feel dizzy. I had been an uneventful day and that was the only logical climax.

I was wrong. A hand smacked the little girl’s head from the behind. She paused and looked at the boy, not older than twenty years, and giggled and continued her activity. When she came to the same spot, he ruffled her hair this time. Probably, it was her brother. He did not look old enough to be her uncle or her father. I could only see the back of his head. He was looking the opposite side.  In the next round, he patted her cheeks. She frowned but continued.  Her mother moved on to a different section and the little girl’s ride was slowing down. She had stopped running and began walking. She came around the next time, and he pinched her hard on her arms, just below her shoulders. She stopped but she did not understand what had happened. On the other side of the shop, the mother is yelling out to her daughter in panic. But she receives no response. For one, the mother was yelling “pappa”, a generic Tamil term used as an endearment for children. Here, the little girl moved awkwardly away from the table. But the boy followed that girl, pinched her again and rubbed her hands. She pushed away his arms and she tried to move into the hallway. The mother spotted her children. She rushed toward her daughter and harshly pulled her away. She had feared she lost her child in the crowd. As the child walked with her mother, he turned around. He had a smug smile and looked around. I noticed the identity tag hanging with the shop name and his picture. He worked there. He was not a relative.

I wonder whether the girl verbalized about this incident with her mother. I do know she is not alone.

#innocence #girl child #public safety

[yuftaindiablog]

The Love For Fusion Dresses Continues To Grow

Gone are the times when ethnic and western outfits used to be separate terms. Women either used to buy from the ethnic wear ladies collection or simply choose from the available western outfit stores. This is because earlier, women only used to wear two types of clothing. Those were either salwar suits and sarees or dresses, tops, and jeans/pants. 

But who knew times will change and fashion designers would actually bring out-of-the-box clothing to the population? Well, times did change and now here we are, keeping the orthodox outfits and philosophies aside and moving ahead with the fusion wear. That’s right.

I’m sure many of us could be counted in this category. Actually, a majority of us, especially ones from the newer generation. The divas of today. Women of the 21st century. As fierce as their jobs and professions, and as fashionable as some Bollywood celebrities. Fusion dresses for women are among those outfits that contemporary ladies are preferring today. 

By the way, did you check the fusion dresses by Yufta? If yes, I’m sure you’re aware of how amazing their collection is. Stunning prints, thoughtful and trendy colors, high-quality fabrics, and everything that we, women look for while shopping for fusion wear. 

Well, let me get back to the subject, the fusion dresses. 

Fusion dresses came into existence owing to the rising preferences of women for something blended or that which even if it is ethnic looks sassy too. It combines different styles from different cultures in just one garment. So, if you’re wearing a fusion dress, there is no single personality that you are going to show off, but many. And that’s the best part about fusion dresses for women. 

This type of fusion wear is now wildly and worldly accepted. That’s true. Not just Indian women, but women from abroad have eyes on this mix of cultures and prints. I feel so good that Yufta has brought this blend in such a beautiful way for us. What’s more intriguing is that these outfits are not limited to empowering young girls, but older women too. In short, for whoever wants to look fashionable yet rooted, fusion wear is for her. So, if you’re among those divas looking for a wardrobe makeover, and want something in fusion, do visit Yufta today at https://yufta.com/. I’m sure you are going to find something as lovely as you are and that compliments your personality. Once you visit the website, do not forget to check out the latest ethnic wear ladies collection too.