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Sarojini was a true combination of her parents, literally.

She had her father's smile, her mother's eyes, walked like her father and talked like her mother.

She was insanely intelligent like both her parents, knowing local and foreign languages, danced like her father, took pictures and painted a little like her mother did.

She also got her father's anger and her mother's dry humour and sarcasm, which made her impossible to deal with during arguments.

Sarojini, or Bujji like her Bheem Babai and Jenny Pinni called her, Chinna Rakshasi like her Seetha Atta called her, or Chinnamma and Saroo like her parents called her, was the apple of everyone's eye.

And she knew it. She enjoyed it a lot too.

In the beginning, Saroo loved falling asleep on her father's chest as he read her from her mother's vast collection of books while Y/N watched from the other side of the bed with a soft smile.

As she grew, Saroo started going to her mother to sleep in her lap, curled in her saree because of how comfortable it felt.

Ram would crawl into bed and press a kiss on her head gently, massaging her legs because she ran around the house the entire day.

Saroo got pampered insanely by her aunts and uncle and the rest of the village, much to Ram's chagrin.

"See, I'm not saying she doesn't deserve it because I know my chinnamma deserves everything in this world," he mumbled into Y/N's stomach once as she gently ran her fingers through his hair. "I just... they're spending too much time with my daughter. She belongs to us, right?"

"She belongs to herself, my big baby. Let her grow as she pleases."

Ram was such a strong man, so brave and ready to face every challenge in his life, but it seemed to him that the biggest challenge after falling in love with his wife was watching his little one grow.

Bheem seemed to have gotten a lot softer after Saroo was born, keeping every possible harmful thing out of her reach.

Once when he and Jenny were playing with Saroo, she had crawled into his chest and snuggled closer, yawning as wide as she could which didn't release a sound.

Bheem almost stole her and ran away that day. Jenny had to stop him.

Another time when all five of them sat together for lunch, eating, Saroo crawled to Bheem and giggled, grabbing his nose ring.

She placed a clumsy slobber-filled kiss to it and fell on his chest, instantly falling asleep.

Bheem was stopped by four people that day, and only returned Saroo when Y/N promised him "Saroo will spend every alternative weekend with her Bheem Babai and Jenny Pinni, okay? Now give me my daughter."

Seetha loved brushing her hand over Saroo's head, petting her gently as she slept in her lap.

As Saroo grew, Seetha would be the one she went to for braids, because despite everything Y/N knew she couldn't braid Saroo's hair without getting scared she was hurting her and sending her to her aunt.

Jenny spent time with Saroo when Bheem would leave to help Ram with work, and by the time he returned they'd be giggling together about something, cuddled into each other.

Saroo grew up on Bheem's shoulders, after she kicked his chest while trying to learn to stand and winced in pain.

Along with the extreme love she got from everyone, she got other things too.

Seetha dragged her out of numerous fights with boys much larger than her because "Atta, they were being mean to other kids/animals/me! Do I just sit and watch it?"

Jenny had to buy new books because Saroo finished the ones she had, and was soon running out of books to buy for her to read.

Bheem refused to fight with her because "Anna, your daughter fights like you and Y/N combined. I can't deal with it so I just give her what she wants."

Saroo also had a knack for pranking people.

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150 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

ours // ramaraju-bheem

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(a/n- this was a requested part, and also has dark themes head so read with caution.)

When Y/N woke up again, her body was bound to a chair, a gag in her mouth and blindfolded, completely unaware and terrified about what was happening to her. She sat up straight, wriggling in the chair and twisting her hands to loosen the ropes around them, muffled cries leaving her. “Struggling is pointless, my love,” a soft voice next to her ear made her freeze, all thoughts leaving her brain.

Ram.

He pressed a soft kiss to the shell of her ear, carefully slipping the blindfold off her eyes as he moved to sit in front of her. Y/N blinked, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light flooding around her as she saw Ram loosen the ropes around her wrists and legs a little, massaging the sore areas with a soft look on his face.

If it weren’t for what he had done to her, her heart would have raced at the way he was touching her, her blood rushing to her face. But the only thing she could see at that moment wasn’t her best friend, or the man she had begun to slowly fall for. The man in front of her was a monster, and she didn’t know him at all.

“I loosened the knots, you should be able to move your arms and legs much more than before,” Ram spoke softly, as if to a child calming after their tantrum. He moved to her face, not looking into her eyes even once as he reached to remove the gag cloth from around her mouth, moving her hair out of her face and moving back, beginning to braid it.

“Let me go,” Y/N tried to sound strong, she really did, but the fear gripping her throat only let her voice come out as a shaky plea. Ram paused, the silence around them allowing him to assess how she was shaking, how her lips were trembling and sweat went down her neck from the anxiety that she was going through.

Ram finished braiding her hair and pinned it up into a bun, picking a cloth to wipe the sweat on her back and all over her neck. She shivered as she felt his touch, tears welling in her eyes. “Ram, let me go.” She said again, her voice shakier than before. “I need to go to Bheem-”

“You don’t have to go anywhere.” His cold voice cut her off, making Y/N gulp in fear as he sat in front of her, observing the look on her face. “Ram, this isn’t you, please just-” “This was always me, Y/N,” He sighed, sitting back.

“Always. Desperately in love with you, worshipping the ground you walked on, hanging onto every breath that left you like it was my only source of air, finding joy in your very existence. This has been me ever since I met you, and so long before that.”

Y/N watched in confusion, seeing how he still refused to look into her eyes. “I’ve seen you for the first time almost three years ago, Y/N. You’ve bewitched me quite literally, sitting in a library and reading books imported from England with interest unlike anything I’ve seen before, little sounds of excitement and despair leaving you as you turned the pages,” Ram chuckled, rubbing his face and looking at the ground.

“I’ve never known feelings so strong, love so binding till you, and met you that day in the temple, became friends with you, made you a regular part of my life, became a part of yours and everything was going so well until you fell for him.” The air suddenly seemed to heat up as Ram finally looked into her eyes, the fire burning in his eyes making her shrink away.

“You fell for Bheem, Y/N. My Bheem, my brother. You fell for him. And I couldn’t stand the thought of not having you.” Ram wrapped his fingers around her hand, rubbing circles as he spoke with urgency and desperation. “Do you even know what it’s like? The fear of losing someone you love more than your own life? My life was never mine, but you made it worth it to live on and fight, and you just wanted to leave me?”

“Ram, I was never going to leave you, I just-” Y/N tried again when he scoffed, looking away. “You loved him! Of course you were going to leave me! How could I marry you when you loved him?!” She cried at this, the tears flowing down her face as she shrunk further into her chair, her heart racing seeing him slowly lose himself.

Ram stood up, kicking his chair away as he yelled, punching the wall beside him. Y/N watched as he kept punching, her breath stuck in her throat when she saw blood on his hands and cracks slowly form on the wall.

Y/N looked away, unable to watch as she noticed how loose the knots actually were, making her lean forward a little, tugging at one with her teeth. Soon enough, it came loose as she untied the rest with her free hand, jumping up to grab his hands. “Please stop!” She cried, gripping his shoulder with both hands as he froze, hand millimetres away from the wall.

Ram looked at how she held onto him and cried, her body shaking as her tears drenched his shoulder. He put his hands down, a sigh leaving him as he wrapped his arms around her trembling figure, shushing her. “It’s okay my love,” he cooed, stroking her hair with his bloodied hands. He cupped her face as he pulled away slowly, wiping her tears.

“When we get married, it will all settle down. Everything will be just perfect.” He murmured as her breath stuttered, looking at him with panic. “Hold on, maybe now is not the right time.” Y/N tried as she tried to get away from him while Ram just pulled her into his calmly, shushing her. “And wait till you fall in love with me? Y/N, it’s just marriage, I’m sure you’ll learn to love me later on. Maybe not as much as I love you, because that’s impossible, but you’ll learn.”

He backed her into a wall as he lowered his face into her neck, pressing sultry kisses there. “You’re mine, and you’ll remain mine forever.” He murmured into her skin as Y/N closed her eyes, hands against his chest as her mind spinned. She knew she didn’t want this, and yet a small part of her did want to be with him, and she was lost in not knowing what was right for her and what wasn’t.

Y/N’s hands crept up Ram’s neck slowly as he moved to her face, and pulled him away from her, a pleading look on her face. “Ram, please.” She begged as he sighed and pulled away completely. He caressed her cheek, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as he walked away from there silently, leaving her by herself.

Y/N slid down the wall as sobs racked her body, hiding her face behind her knees. Her pitiful cries for help echoed through the house as Ram kept punching his bag, blood spilling everywhere. She would soon realise that this was for the best, she had no other choice.

—

Y/N read through a book, humming to herself as she felt Ram behind her, bent as he set her saree. She lost track of the number of days she spent with him, and it had gone to a point where he had become her only anchor. She began to slowly seek him out for everything, despite the voice in her head screaming at her to not do so.

Ram had welcomed her with open arms, ready for everything she was going to throw at him for however long it was, because it meant she would be right with him and at least talk to him. She initially showed nothing more than fear and hatred to the man that he really was, which slowly melted into hesitation, and settled as comfort and acceptance.

Y/N didn’t know what she felt for him, but knew it wasn’t any less than the love she had for him before because he still treated her exactly how he did the very first time they met. She knew he had clipped her wings but at the same time was the only thing she had left, with Bheem gone too.

Bheem.

The name brought tears to her eyes and pain to her heart every time she thought of him, knowing he died that day when Ram took her from him. He had died without the ones he loved with him, and for that she could never forgive Ram. But maybe one day she’d learn to like this new life she was given, where she was the star Ram’s world revolved around and he was the only one in her universe.

She turned to scoff when she noticed Ram still kneeling next to her, her saree long forgotten as he just admired her from there, a dazed smile on his face. She pushed his face away and smirked when he fell back, looking at her with a mischievous smile. “You shouldn’t have done that, you disturbed me while I was busy.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she sat down, putting her book away as she looked at him. “Oh really? What were you so busy doing?”

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150 notes - Posted May 2, 2022

chandamama // part 3

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Ram tossed and turned in his sleep, finally waking up and walking out to his balcony as he looked at the night sky, watching a few stars blink weakly, the moon hiding. It’s not even amavasya, but why was the moon not there? Ram hadn’t realised how much he depended on the moon for comfort and peace, and without her guidance he felt his heart sink.

After he put his books away, Y/N had seemed… off. She stared at him blankly, her face ashen, and when he leaned to kiss her, the sound of a car made her jump away from him, rushing out. “That… that’s my father here for me, Ram,” she avoided his eyes, almost looking relieved as she stared at the car. “I’ll come back later, alright? Good night.” Ram watched her leave, his heart twisting uneasily. Had he done something that made her stare at him like that?

He looked on as she stopped before getting into her car, looking up once to see him. He waved, smiling as she raised her hand a little, jumping in and leaving. Something definitely happened while he was away, otherwise she wouldn’t look at him like he was wrong, like he was a monster. “Jabilamma, why are you hiding?” He whispered into the night, the stars staring back emptily. “What went wrong?”

Y/N stared at the sky from her house, tears swimming in her eyes as she muffled the cries that left her. “Everything went wrong,” she whimpered as the empty sky sighed back painfully. “Why did I have to fall in love with him, with Ram, of all the people? Why did he have to be the officer hunting my family?”

She fell back into her bed, tears slowly falling as she buried her face into the pillow. “What if he gets to him before I do? What if I can never find him and never return with him?” She stopped for a second, her heart freezing. “What if the one here is Bheema? What if my brother is here and I’ll lose him before I get him?” She shivers as the air gets colder, wrapping her blankets tighter around herself, trying to calm the storms raging within her heart.

She knew she had to do something, just didn’t know what to do.

—

Y/N sat with Jenny, watching the decorations being put up all around Governor Scott’s house. “So Akhtar visited today,” Jenny began, making Y/N’s head shoot up in excitement, “And he stayed for a while but he seemed distracted, you know? Sort of like, he was looking for something. I don’t think he thought I would notice, but it was a little concerning, Y/N. Do you think something happened?”

Y/N frowned, shrugging, when she sat straight, everything seeming crystal clear. A mechanic in Delhi she hasn’t heard about, his sneakily good knowledge of southern foods, he could be it. Akhtar could be her family, looking for the girl Scott stole from her people.

“I heard about the girl in your mansion, what was her name again?” “Malli,” Jenny answered, happy at the mention of her name. Y/N watched as she gushed about her. “Oh, she’s such a sweet child. Akhtar found me a bangle for her too, in the market. He denied it but I think he made the bangle, and she absolutely loved it!”

Y/N sat back in her seat, Jenny’s words fading out as the feeling of relief and despair set into her chest. She would now have to tell Akhtar- no, her family, however he was related to her, that the man he considered his brother was in fact sent to get him. She set her tea aside, getting up. “Jenny, I am so sorry, but I think I will have to leave now-”

“What’s the hurry?” A voice said as the both turned around, Lady Scott watching them both with narrowed eyes. Y/N swore she hated this woman more than her vile husband. “I’m sure you don’t actually have anywhere to go, stay here for a while. Convince your friend, won’t you Jenny? The dear girl seems to travel a lot these days.”

Y/N closed her eyes, clenching her fists as Jenny grabbed her hand, pleading. “Please, you barely stay anymore! I miss my friend a lot, Y/N. At least until you see how the party looks, please stay!”

As Lady Scott laughed and walked away when Y/N finally nodded, she sent a vicious glare at the woman’s back, praying some chandelier would break and fall on her that instant, ridding the whole world of infinite evil.

Y/N sat back, Jenny holding on and talking about how wonderful Akhtar was and how lovely the party would be, wishing she was instead warning him about what was to come.

—

The clock struck 10 when Y/N reached Akhtar’s house, gasping for breath. The door opened and his sister looked shocked when she saw her, opening the door wider for the rest of the family to see her. Y/N shook her head, wiping her face.

“Akhtar, where is he? I know he’s the man from Adilabad sent to get Malli back, but please, his life is in danger.” She pulled her hair into a bun, lowering it for them all to see the mark. “I’m one of them, please tell me where he is.” She begged, slipping down as they all stared at her in shock.

“You’re one of us?” a voice came from behind her, and she turned to see the old man she spent her early childhood around. Y/N rushed to him, grasping his hands in hers as she looked at him pleadingly. “Peddayya, it’s me, Y/N, Bheem’s little sister.” His eyes widened as he hugged her to his chest, crying.

“Inni dinalu nee munde tirigade mee anna, ninnu tana kandla mundu pettukoni nee eduru chusade mee anna*,” he sobbed, Y/N gripping onto him as she cried too. Akhtar was her Bheema all this time, her brother, her shield from this entire world.

“Where is he?” She gasped, pulling away and looking at him. “His life is in danger, where is he?” “At Ram’s house, he’s treating him because he got bit by a viper, but-”

Y/N took off, running to Ram’s house as fast as she could. How could she tell any of them that he was the danger Bheem’s life was going to face?

When she got to Ram’s house, she saw Akhtar- no, her brother leave the house, and crashed into him, all the years of staying apart rushing back to her. Bheem stumbled, confused, but hugged her back, comforting her instantly. “Anna,” she cried, making Bheem freeze as her tears stained his shirt. “Anna, why didn’t you come for me sooner? I waited so long for you that night.”

“So many years away from you and everyone else, why didn’t you look for me, Anna? Why didn’t you come looking for me like you came all these years later for Malli?”

Bheem touched the tattoo on her neck and tears sprung in his eyes, his arms tightening around Y/N as they both crumpled to the ground.

“Nannu manninchave*,” He caressed her hair, pressing gentle kisses to her forehead as she slowly pulled away. “I saw the marks, and the blood on the ground, we all thought you died that day. Not a day goes by when I don’t miss you, cry for you looking at the moon. Had I known you weren’t dead but taken, I would’ve searched the world for you.”

He looked at her and smiled, pushing the hair gently out of her face. “But look at you, the only one from us all who is educated, who knows and understands this evil world. I’m so proud of you.” He helped her up, steadying her on her feet and pointed to Ram’s house.

“Stay with him and protect him, he needs you right now, more than ever. Once we get Malli, I’m coming back for you. Take care of yourself, I can’t lose you again.” Y/N gulped, looking at the door as Bheem hugged her one last time, leaving her there.

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182 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

red // ramaraju

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(a/n- this went so so different from what I thought lmao. Enjoy folks, feedback is appreciated!)

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"Come back to me and we will spend every second of our lives with each other, come back and I'll tell you everyday that I'm in love with you, more than anyone has ever loved anyone."

She knelt down too, bringing his face closer as she pressed a kiss to each tear that slipped out, before a final kiss to his forehead, her lips staying there.

"Come back to me," she whispered.

Ram woke up with a start, looking around wildly as he felt the ground around him. His fingers finally found the idol and he brought it close to his chest, breathing heavily. Y/N gave him an anchor without realising when she handed her idol of his namesake to him, the same idol that saved him from the storms brewing in his heart and the longing that clouded his mind. He stared at the idol as memories flooded his brain, a sense of comfort filling him as her voice rang in his heart.

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“I didn’t know you’re devoted to Shri Ram,” Bheem said, trying to make conversation with Y/N who was still upset with Ram. “Oh well, I was originally much more devoted to Lord Shiva,” she mused, stirring the pot as the aroma filled the air around them. Ram paused, looking up from his book as she looked into the pot, frowning, before taking some spice and putting it in, stirring once and offering a taste to Bheem. Bheem tentatively put a spoonful in his mouth, his eyes lighting up as he surged forward for more.

“Not now Bheem, I’ll save extra for you later.” She chided, smiling to herself. “As I was saying, I loved Shiva a lot more. I think I still do; he feels real and grounds me a lot. But Shri Ram,” she spared a glance at Ram before looking back at Bheem, “I fell in love with him recently, and I really like the feeling.”

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Ram’s uncle walked into his tent and sighed, looking at Ram’s state. He had been waking up panting and sweating ever since he left his heart in Hyderabad, and everyone could see how it had been affecting him.

Ram walked slower, talked less and got more agitated than before. His eyes lost the glow, looking more and more like those of a sick tiger unlike the sharp ones they were before. More than anything, he looked scared all the time, his grip on the idol she gave him growing tighter each passing day.

“Ram,” he began, watching his nephew sit straighter and look into the fire burning, not acknowledging him. “You’re just killing yourself for no reason, and you know it. She wouldn’t want you like this Ram, none of us do.”

Ram rolled his eyes and stood up, dusting himself. He knew what he was doing, better than anyone else. But he also knew that everything felt absolutely pointless without her looking at him, sitting beside him, talking to him, just being near him. It all felt like it meant nothing. “Remember your promise to Baba, Ram.” His uncle tried again but Ram snapped. “Well I’ve fulfilled it, haven’t I? I did everything I could and got a gun in every villager’s hand to fight for our freedom. Baba never said I had to give up on love for freedom. He didn’t ask me to kill my spirit and live lifelessly for this fight for freedom, Babai.” Ram sighed, wiping the sweat off his face as he turned to his uncle.

“I will fight with every ounce in my being, with my last breath I will fight to do whatever I can in making sure the British leave our land and we get back everything that rightfully belongs to us. But for me to fight, I need her. I need her beside me to be able to breathe the way I did before. I just,” he sat back down, looking into the fire with hopelessness. “I want her, Babai. Nothing else.”

Ram’s uncle rubbed his face as he sat down beside his nephew, looking into the fire. “Then go get her.” Ram looked up from the fire, staring as his uncle patted his back reassuringly. “I can take care of things over here, Ram. You go bring my daughter-in-law home.” Ram turned back to the flames as they reflected in his eyes, and after a very very long time, his uncle finally saw his nephew again.

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The Sun was just rising in Hyderabad when Ram finally got to Y/N’s house. The first rays of light hit Ram’s feet as he gazed at the mansion that belonged to his lady love, somehow completely dull. Something was wrong, he could tell as the mansion hollowly looked back at him, and he ventured in, looking for anyone at all. Since it was too early in the morning, maybe no one was around, Ram reasoned with himself as he looked around the spotless house.

A door creaked open and Y/N’s little brother walked out, rubbing his eyes. He was fully clothed in white, not any sign of the grand clothes he wore the last time Ram saw him, and panic began to set into Ram’s chest. The white clothes, no sign of people around, the talk of a plague going around in the city as bad as when Quli Qutb Shah ruled over centuries ago rang in ram’s brain as he staggered back, making Y/N’s brother finally notice him.

“Baava*!” He exclaimed, rushing to hug him, and Ram hugged the young boy back, tears already collecting in his eyes for multiple reasons. The boy pulled away and smiled wide at Ram, but frowned immediately, noticing his state. “Baava, what happened? Are you alright?”

Ram looked at him and ruffled his hair a little, turning around to the house. “Where’s everyone?” The kid sighed, sitting him down and offering a glass of water. “Amma went on a religious trip to Varanasi to pray and celebrate, and the house help will be here anytime soon.”

“Celebrate?”

“Yeah,” he looked up at Ram with nervous eyes. “Akka got infected by the plague, and was suffering all alone for almost two weeks. She was in a lot of pain, baava, and none of us could do anything to help her out. She kept saying that nothing will happen to her because she still hasn’t seen her Ram even while her health deteriorated drastically.”

Ram stopped breathing, fear gripping him tight at the thought of losing Y/N. he had nearly lost her and he didn’t actually know, what if she-“Thankfully she recovered all by herself, the physician who came to see her said it was a true miracle.” The boy smiled wide. “I think you kept her alive baava, wanting to see you made her fight even death. Today is Holi, which is why I’m dressed in white, and- oh look, the house help got here too.”

Ram looked up as people filled the house, and sighed to himself, leaning back. “Baava,” Ram looked up as the boy held out a set of white kurta pyjamas for him. “Get ready for Holi, it's Akka's favourite festival and I'm pretty sure she’s sleeping right now. She will wake up anytime soon and rush to get ready, so you should too. Wouldn’t want to miss your first Holi together, right?” Ram grabbed the clothes gratefully and began walking away but stopped at the last sentence.

“Also please cut your hair and shave your beard, you look horrible. Akka likes finely groomed men so much more, trust me.”

“Yeah right, she likes me anyway.” Ram grumbled, but still scratched his beard thoughtfully as he walked to shower. Maybe the kid wasn’t wrong after all.

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231 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

yeah alcohol is cool but have you ever had your father look at you with sheer pride?

me neither, pass the bottle bitch.

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