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mehreenkhan · 1 year
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The old Lahore
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anunsfw · 8 months
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Little miss wants to wear jhumkas and bindi w every outfit now
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velvets-world · 2 months
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Sharmila Tagore, Aamme Samne (1967)
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holyflyingcow · 1 month
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Kadal Kanni 2 -
New year, new laptop! (❁´◡`❁)
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jalebi-o-shir · 1 year
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Rose scents, rose flavors, and rose-everything. Still wish to wear a rose garland at my wedding. They say roses are red. Violets are blue. I’m not shaadi shuda. I have no clue. Waiting till the day they pull off my shoe.
Brown men dream of weddings too…
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sadiyadraws · 1 year
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i feel like its been a while since i could draw for me
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thenewdelhicompany · 1 year
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daybreaklynx · 1 year
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happy diwali🪔<3
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overlystoked · 7 months
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surrender
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pyarishqaurchai · 1 year
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aquanauty · 11 months
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A crying N makes a beautiful sight…
I woke up in the middle of the night with my head still resting on N’s chest. He was watching the Demon Slayer movie, as planned--with me resting on his T.V occupied self. He’s a cuddler I guess, and likes something to hold onto around. He’s also a romantic and likes his girl around. I don’t know what woke me up, but I do remember waking up with my head tilting up to his face and my eyes meeting his screen glued tear glistened eyes. He didn’t once look me in the eye, despite feeling my body blooming awake. The screen had him..so I called. I called for him. “Kya huwa, rou rahay ho?” He didn’t answer. His eyes in an intense gaze-lock with the screen. I saw the little tributaries that his skin makes when his eyes express, all wet and alive. The tributaries (or as N says “wrinkles hain Budda hogaya hun”) carry the flow of tears down his cheeks. The contours of his eyes glitter with tears. A crying N makes a beautiful sight. Unable to steal his gaze away from the possessive screen, I sluggishly try sharing slow glimpses of the screen as well. But N quickly covered my eyes with his hands. He asks me not to ruin my viewing experience by catching on to the climax first. I knew he’d say that. I knew he’d want me to watch the whole thing...experience the movie in its entirety before moving on to the beautiful parts. That’s N. He believes there are proper ways of doing things and experiencing them. And in that moment, despite my multiple half-assed attempts to get some bits and pieces of that senti movie moment out of N, I give in to N’s propriety. I understand him..his ways. Who wouldn’t...a crying N makes a beautiful sight. I buy into the promise of his beauty..
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mehreenkhan · 1 year
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Bin tere kainat ka manzar ik December ki sham ho jese
Dard thehra hai ake yun dil main umar bhar ka qayam ho jese
The rooftop conversations☾
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jaduox · 2 years
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SHORT STORY - THE CRICKET MATCH
Chapter 1: The Cricket Match
Adhira Iyer
“Come on let’s go, mums waiting in the car!”. Today was a stressful day to say the least it was my brother Ishan’s first cricket game since moving to Kent, and he’d have to perform well to make it onto the Kent County team permanently. The car journey there was equally as stressful, as trying to get him out the house this morning, nevertheless, we were finally on our way to the game with my moody brother in tow. Once we arrived, he went off to his mates and my mum and I took our seats ready for the game to start, when someone caught my eye. There’s no way he can be here, not a chance in hell. My childhood enemy Arin Varma. Is he a coach here now, what the fuck is going on? Seeing my brother run onto the pitch snapped me out of my trance, and I finally managed to settle to watch him play under the blazing sun. Two painful hours later the Kent team walks off the pitch hanging their heads after an awful loss of being bowled out for 90 runs. As sad as I felt for Ishan it was fun to watch Arin lose his shit with the loss since I figured out, he was their youth coach. Ishan approached me visibly upset “I did so badly I cannot believe I still made into the team”. “You did so good Ishan! Don’t worry about the loss there’s always the next game to do better!” Just as we were about to leave Arin saunters over to us and goes to speak to Ishan. “You did well today, Ishan, see you next week.” As I lift my eyes his meet mine and something clearly clicks, but we leave before he has a chance to speak.
Arin Varma
That was the most fucking humiliating loss as a coach I’m fuming, I couldn’t take it out on the kids they did what they could but fuck me they were awful. The crowd’s disappointment really got to me that usually doesn’t happen but also, we’ve never lost this badly before it only seemed like Ishan pulled his weight to be honest. I felt like he needed to know how well he did, so I walk over to tell him but the girl he is with (I’m assuming his sister) looks so familiar I just don’t know where from, but she was fit. Before I can even get a word out to her, they both leave, leaving me with this question, who is she? The following night was about to be a madness we were going to ministry for 4th time this month I put on my cargos, oversized black shirt, Nikes and jewellery. I met my mates at the station, and we were on our way. Once we made it to the club, we joined the long ass queue, and I was sweating so bad it was still 22 outside. A group girls joined on the queue behind us and there she was again looking fucking sexy but, who is she?
Adhira Iyer
It was the weekly girl’s night out with my uni babes. My face is beat, hair snatched, and I was serving waist realness with this dress, but it was so uncomfortable. We left the flat in a hurry once again because Anna couldn’t get her extensions in, but at least the train journey was calm. We finally made it to the club an hour late and we somehow found ourselves behind a bunch of degenerates in the queue and just my luck I dropped my ID right in the middle of their circle. This 6’4 boy in cargos picks up my ID and hands it to me and as he turns around, we lock eyes. How is he here at the same club at the same time as me, God what did I do to deserve this?? “Sorry did you drop this, Miss Adhira?” he asks. “Uhh yes I did can I have it back.” I replied. Smirking at me he says, “Let’s make a bet, if can you guess my name, I’ll give it back” and his stupid friends instigate laughter. “Okay fine if you want to play that game but don’t act like you don’t know who I am Arin” I say with chest. He looked stunned at the words that left my mouth and is speechless for a moment. He comes closer staring me in my eyes and whispers “So you do know me huh?” That was my moment to snatch the ID out of his hand which I did with grace “Yes I do” I responded and turned back to my friends. “Do you know him, Adhira??” Anna says. “Come on be honest, do you??” Alicia echoes.  “Just leave it guys he’s a nobody!” I shout getting annoyed.
Arin Varma
What did she say? Did she just call me a nobody? Fuck her, that bitch how could she? I thought it was just banter in school, what the hell. As we entered the club Funky Friday blared into my ears so loud, I couldn’t hear my friends behind me. We migrated to the hip hop/rap floor and there she was again dancing; I’m entranced by her but why ffs. I’m supposed to be pissed off so why do I feel so attracted to her? Before I even get a chance to ponder on these thoughts anymore Matt drags me onto the dance floor. I thought we were moving away from Adhira but just my luck I smack straight into her. “Oh my god what the fuck!” She exclaimed “Shit I’m so sorry darling” I said while looking down into her eyes. We both hold the stare for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. “I’m sorry for what happened in the queue by the way” I muttered. She looks at me puzzled but says “It’s okay it’s not that deep” and her expression changes to a smile. “Well enjoy your night girls” I shouted as I walked away once again. She smiled at me once more.
Adhira Iyer
Wait did he just apologise to me? What just happened? This can’t be real; I must be dreaming. My friends pull me back to my senses and we dance the night away (It’s the time to disco – for the culture). It was 4am by the time the night ended, and I just wanted to go home but Sarah got so drunk she was throwing up her insides outside the club when once again Arin and his pack of degenerates showed up to presumably piss me off. “Are you girls alright?” he questioned. “We’re good thanks” I replied back with a sarcastic smile. “Are you sure, it’s not really safe out here at this time” he said, visibly concerned. “Trust me we’re fine” I retorted when we clearly weren’t. I went to return back to Sarah once again when Arin lightly grabbed my arm and turned me back around to face him. Stunned, my eyes trailed from his hand to his toned arms all the way up to his brown eyes. This was the first time I felt like I really saw him, he was so handsome, matured from when we were younger. He pleaded with me saying “Let me get you a cab please, I just want you to get home safe Adhira.” Wait he just said my name and didn’t follow it up with a tease for once. “Why are you so concerned if I get home safe or not?” I question. “I just want you to get home safe can you just listen to me for once!” he aggressively says with his jaw clenched.
Arin Varma
Oh my god why does she not listen man she’s the same as she was back in school. She  looked astonished when I raised my voice at her, I didn’t know what else to do. “Why do you want me safe now after everything you did to me in school huh?” she scoffed. I was genuinely taken aback by her words what did I do so wrong when we were younger? “What are you even talking about?” I asked. “Don’t act like you don’t know Arin you’re just trying to piss me off, aren’t you?” she exclaims looking flushed with anger. God she’s so beautiful she makes it so hard to be angry at her. “Adhira please just listen to me I just want to protect you.” I plead. “PROTECT?? I don’t need protection and how dare you say you want to protect me after everything you did!” she repeated. She pivots and begins to walk off, shit what do I do now? I chase after her begging her to come back but she doesn’t listen AGAIN. Before I can even think of what to do next some creep advances towards her and tries to put his hands on her. Anger pulses through me, why can’t she just listen, I told her this would happen. I march over and shove him off her into a wall. “ARIN OH MY GOD STOP IT!” she shouts at me. I hear her but I can’t stop myself, I almost slam my fist into his face, but I feel a familiar hand on my wrist. “ Arin please stop it, just let it go.” She mumbles. I drop my fist, her hand still hanging on “Don’t ever touch my girl ever again, or I won’t be as nice” I mutter to him.
Adhira Iyer Arin Varma
“Are you okay Arin, are you hurt?” Adhira asks softly. Arin’s rage reaches a plateau, and he responds saying “Yes I’m fine, I’m more worried about you.” “Don’t worry about me I’m fine I didn’t need you do that.” Adhira remarked. “I’m sorry I didn’t think before I did that, he was going to hurt you and I just acted out.” Adhira no longer looked at him with anger but with fondness of his care for her. Simultaneously, their friends shout “COME ONE LET’S GO THE CAB IS HERE!!” they both are about to go their separate ways when Arin says, “Give me your phone quick.” Adhira fumbles with her bag eventually retrieving her phone and passing it to Arin. He types in something hastily while doing something on his phone also. He hands her phone back to her and states, “This isn’t done, I want to talk to you properly.” They both go their separate ways until they meet next time…
Chapter 2: The coffee date
Adhira Iyer
My phone pings at like 10 am. I look at my screen and just see an odd number and ignore it. I stumbled out of bed with a pounding headache, and I was fucking knackered. The phone pings again and it’s the same number so I bring myself to open the messages. They read “Did you get home okay?” and “btw it’s Arin”.  I paused (TB 2022) and reread the messages a little surprised that he actually texted me. darted into the kitchen, phone in hand ready to spill the tea. “Guys, I have something to tell you RIGHT now”. All my friends turn their heads in my direction. “OMG, what the fuck is it?” they eagerly say. “So, you know the guy from last night from the queue”. “Yeah???” they chorused. “He messaged me just now, asking if we got home okay, what should I reply?” “Is he breedable? If so, reply saying I’d be down to shag” Sabrina states. “Wait, who are talking about?” Tara enquires. Victoria walks in confused and asks “Guys who are you chatting about, fill me in.”  Ava following behind seconds this. Since everyone had so many questions, I thought it best to give them a run down on who he exactly is. “Hang on with all the questions, let me answer Tara’s first since you’re all probably wondering this. His name is Arin, and we went to secondary together, he was such a twat. I’m just going to give you a spark notes summary basically he would always think he’s better than me at literally anything, it was so fucking irritating and would always make me feel so little compared to him.” “ Are you sure he hasn’t changed though? He seems nicer now, like he literally asked you if we got home okay not everyone would ask you that.” Ava and Sabrina echoed. “I dunno he still seems like a prick.” Tara and Victoria oppose. There it is again my phone chimes once again. I pick up my phone to be greeted by a message from him asking “I know you probably don’t want to talk to me, but would you want to meet for lunch today, I just want to talk to you.” “Oh my god, this cannot be happening” I say out loud rather in my head. “WHAT WHAT IS IT???” All my friends exclaim in unison. “He just asked me to go to lunch with him today, shall I go?” “Yeah, obviously go just see what he has to say” they all advise. “Well let me go get ready then.”
Arin Varma
With my palms sweating I sent that last message. I’m pacing up and down my room, my stomachs turning in angst. I put my phone screen down on the table in an effort to ignore what might come next. I hope she says yes, I pray she says yes. The phone chimes. I dart to the phone and see it’s just a message from Dominoes, and my heart sinks. Is this it? She must be busy right? I clench my phone in my hand and awkwardly sit on the edge of my bed, with my mind racing with questions. Suddenly, my phone lights up again and it’s her. She replied, she actually replied. I read the message out loud to myself “Hi, I’m willing to meet up with you, don’t be late x”.  I sprint to my closet to get ready, I have no fucking idea what to wear. I finally settle on kinda baggy jeans and a fitted plain tee. I check the time and realise I’m running late and leg it out the door. I get on the musty Bakerloo line and just about make it on time to the café. Luckily, she’s not their yet and I grab us a table. From the window, I see her walk towards the café, and she looks stunning. Her long brown hair is wound up in to a bun, and she’s wearing tight flared jeans which make her ass look great and a cardigan which hugged her in all the right places. She enters the café scanning the place for me and then finally locks eyes with me. She makes her way towards me, and I get up and pull out the chair for her. She sits across me, expectant, waiting for what I have to say. Awkwardly we both say hi to each other we both talk over each other by accident. “You go first” Adhira says. I clear my throat and begin to talk “thank you for coming, I didn’t think you’d turn up”. “I’m not that rude” she giggles. Her laugh puts me at ease, and I feign an explanation for everything that happened at school. “Last night, you mentioned something about how I treated you at school, and I’ve always felt like I owed you an explanation for that. I didn’t mean to hurt you the way I did, I thought my teasing was just banter, why didn’t you stop me?” “Why didn’t I stop YOU? You should’ve known better” she retorts. “And you’re correct and I’m owning up to that, Adhira I’m genuinely sorry for everything I did, I didn’t realise it had hurt you this much, please forgive me” I beg. “It’s okay I suppose, I just wanted you to apologise for what you did and understand why it hurt me” she says choking back her tears. I reach for her hand, but she moves it swiftly before I even get the chance. “Adhira, I wat you to take my apology seriously, I really mean it, I’m not the same boy I was, I promise.” I repeated. She nods in response with her lips pursed and proceeds to say “I believe you, and trust me I’ve let it go now”.
Adhira Iyer
“Thank you for apologising and talking to me today, but I have to go now I got shit to do” I say in haste. We both make our way to the exit and get out the place. As I was about to make my way to the station, he grabs my arm, it feels like that night outside the club again and pulls me in. I hear his heart thudding against his chest, and I look up at him. He places his hand against my cheek and leans in towards me. I can feel his breath on my lips, his hands on my body. I start to panic, but before I can pull away, he asks to kiss me. My eyes dart from his eyes to his lips, and without even thinking I whisper “Yes”. He leans in further and I reach up towards him, and our lips meet. I pull away slowly, staring at him intently which he reciprocates. “I...I...” I stutter not quite knowing what to say until I saw something hanging out of his pocket. “You don’t need to say anything I feel the same” he says softly. Why would he have that? How could he? It stains my thoughts, and I don’t know what to do. I was about to muster up the courage to say something, but he turns to leave says “until next time Adhira.” He leaves me stunned.
Arin Varma
Did we actually just kiss? Why did I do that? She seemed like she liked it I think. Being so caught up in my thoughts I hadn’t even realised I reached my house, I walked in and lay on my bed. I threw my keys on the bed side table and something shiny caught my eye. What the fuck is that? Oh my god, oh fuck what have I done? I was meant to take that off earlier before I left, shit I was running so late I forgot. She’ll think I’m still trying to taunt her, she’ll think that kiss was fake. How did I fuck this up already this badly? I darted to my phone to call her, but every call goes to voice mail. Please Adhira pick up the phone. After 10 tries I gave up, just as I was about to walk away from the phone it rings. Before I even I get a chance to say anything distraughtly Adhira says “Arin please stop calling me, I’m not interested in talking to you how could you think you just kiss me and then show off something that used to be mine?” I begin by saying “Adhira listen to me please it’s not what you think it is.” “What is it then?” “I kept your badge because I wanted something to remember you by on the last day of school because you mean so much to me” “You kept it all these years, and didn’t think to tell me you, had it?” “I didn’t know how to tell you how I felt about you because I always felt like you thought you were better than me” “ WHAT ME BETTER THAN YOU?? There’s no way you thought that you thought you were better than me” “What are you talking about I never thought.” “Why did you treat me like that in school then?” “ITS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! I never meant to make you feel small or hurt you, I was just confused back then but believe me I’m not the man I was.” “You love me?” “I do a lot Adhira” “Thank you for telling me how you feel Arin, I just need some time to process how I feel.”
Chapter 3: Those three words
Adhira Iyer
What did he just say? Did he just say he loves me? My stomach starts churning, I almost feel sick. I run into the kitchen, my face is bright red and I’m breathless. All the girls are already in the kitchen when I burst in, and they look at me concerned. “What the fuck happened to you?” asks Sabrina. I catch my breath and start my sentence “He said he loves me”. “You mean Arin, right?” Tara inquires. “That wanker, I thought you hated him” Sabrina chimes in. “You’re joking, there is no way” Victoria exclaimed. Finally, Ava voices her opinion “How do you feel about this”.  “I…I don’t know” I stutter. “Do you think he’s changed” Sabrina inquires. “I think he has, he did seem a lot more mature” I reply. “How do you feel about him, would you be willing to give him a chance?” Tara queries. “Yeah, I’ve known him for years but there’s one thing that’s stopping me” “What is it?” Victoria asks. “He’s stolen something of mine, something that means a lot to me” I reveal. “Shit that don’t sound good, how did he even get it” Ava brings up. “I have no clue, but it’s a little charm my grandad gave me when I was younger to keep me safe, he gave it to me when he visited the country years ago, It was a little token for me to remember him by, all these years I thought I lost it, but no, he took it from me” I explain. “That’s some fucked up shit, I can’t lie” Sabrina inserts. “Yeah, I agree” Victoria concurs. “I just can’t understand why and how he got it off of me” “Don’t you wanna know how he got it?” Ava wonders out loud. “I do wanna know how he got it, all I can think off is that he stole it off me to taunt me”. “Are you 100% sure he actually stole it off of you” Tara points out. Wait, Tara’s got a point. Did he even steal it? Or have I just jumped to conclusions? Why is this shit so confusing? “I’m going to meet him” I declare to the girls. I text Arin saying that I want to meet him next week at Regents Park.
Arin Varma
Next week? I can wait that long. I respond with that’s fine, see you then. I put my phone down and start trying to focus on my uni work, but she’s always at the back of mind. I can’t fucking focus for god’s sake, I need to get out this shitting flat. I decide to go for walk to relax and clear my mind. Instead, I get even more worked up, what is this girl doing to me, how is she doing this to me? I’ve never felt this way before, it’s intoxicating, she inhabits all my thoughts, all my dreams. I return home more confused with my emotions, than what I left with. When I entered my room, I see the keyring once again and I’m hit with the memory of how I obtained it. I remember it being a hot sticky summers day. We were all signing each other’s shirts as it was leavers day. As I was leaving my class, I saw something glistening on the floor and I went to pick it up. I searched the area for the owner, and I realised it was Adhiras’. I tried to track her down, but I lost her in the crowd of students. I decided to keep a hold of it and return it to her at the end of the day, but I never saw her again, not until that cricket match. I walk in to the kitchen and tell my mates “Fam, my heads fucked, remember that girl I helped at the end of the other night, and I told you we went to school together?” “Yeah bruv, that leng ting.” Adam replies. “Shut the fuck up g, don’t talk about her like that, but yh her” I retort. “Aight brudda, calm down what’s happened?” Shivam questions. “I told her that I love her, I didn’t even mean to it just came out.” I say shyly. “You’re an actual idiot, why would you say that?” Jit interjects. “I don’t fucking know okay, it just slipped out” I return.” “So, what did she say?” “She said she needs time to think on this” “Yh, you’re fucked big man, she ain’t feeling you like that” “How do you know what she feels” “Ignore Adam, he’s being a prick, she genuinely just needs time to think, don’t worry too much” Jit reasons with me. “Yeah, you’re right Jit, I just need to take it easy.”
One week later….
Adhira Iyer
Right, I guess it’s time to go, I patted down my white sundress and left my room. “Are you ready to go Adhira?” Sabrina questions. “Yep, wish me luck girls.” “Goodluck!” all the girls exclaimed in unison. “You will be okay don’t worry, just call us if you need anything.” Ava asserted. The walk to regents park felt like a flash, I’ve never felt this way before, it’s intoxicating, he inhabits all my thoughts, all my dreams. I didn’t realise I even made it to the park until I saw him. There he was wearing loose fitted trousers, Nike low dunks (in black of course) and a black t-shirt. As I approach him, he goes to hug me, I hesitated for a moment, but I did reciprocate it in the end, I’m engulfed in his scent which from what I could tell was millions (perfume). “Hi Adhira” he says calmy. “Hi, thank you for coming to meet me.” I respond bluntly. “Yeah, course I wanted to give you space and I hope it felt like I did.” “Yeah, you did and thank you for that, but I have a question for you.” “Go on what is it?” “Why do you have my key chain?” I chastised him. “This was something I didn’t get to tell you Adhira, on the last day of school I found it on the floor outside M2, I tried to look for you, but you disappeared into the crowd. I kept it safe with me so I could I return it at the end of the day, but I never saw you again. I’ve kept it safe all these years in a hope that one day I could return it to you.” “Wait, you found it?” “Yes, I never meant to keep it this long, I just never saw you again.” He goes to take the charm out of his pocket and put it in my hand. His fingers linger on my hand, and I feel him staring at me. “Adhira I…” but I don’t give the chance to finish his sentence. I reach up towards his face and he pulls me up by putting his arm around my waist. His lips hovered over mine, the tension brewed between us and that’s when he breathed “I want you Adhira, but do you feel the same?” “I do, but I can’t kiss you like this not yet.” He swiftly moves around and brushes a kiss to my cheek and says, “only when you’re ready will I do anything I promise.” “Thank you, Arin, you know all these years I thought you were being horrible to me, but I misunderstood you, didn’t I? I’m sor-“ “Don’t apologise please Adhira, it was my fault I should’ve never treated you like that.” “It doesn’t matter now I’m just glad we’ve cleared the air.” He picks up my hand and gently places a kiss over my knuckles.
Chapter 4: The date
Arin Varma
“A date?” I propose. “Sorry, what did you say?” she asked softly. “A date, lets go on a date, what do you say?” “Okay, sure I’m down.” “Peninsula Golf in Greenwich at 8 tomorrow, what’s your address I will come get you, just be ready.” “Okay, my address is 14-20 Old Bridge Road, SW12 8JR, you better be on time.” She said jokingly. “I’ll see you then Adhira.” I said with a smirk “See you then Arin” she replied. Before we parted ways, I gave her one last kiss to send her off. My phone began to vibrate on my walk home, it was Jit. “Where are you fam, haven’t seen you in time” “Oh shit, I forgot to tell you I went to see Adhira.” “Oh fuck really, how did it go?” “Good I think, I asked her out and she said yes so ima guess she’s calm with it and likes me.” “Fairs, I’ll see when you when you get back, but it sounds good g.”
Tomorrow…
Adhira Iyer
“Ava! Can you pass me my earrings please?” “Sure! Give me one second.” “Thank you, girl.” For tonight’s look I decided to go with flares and a white button up paired with my Nikes. Sabrina asks, “Are you ready to go?” “Yes! I think so anyway.” As I go to step out the door “MAKE SURE YOU HAVE A CONDOM, NO UNPROTECTED SEX IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!!” Sabrina exclaimed. I burst out laughing and replied “Amen”. I head out the main door of the building and there he is looking more handsome than usual. “Hi” he says softly to me. “Hi” I echoed. “You look beautiful Adhira.” “Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.” He offers his arm, and we walk down to the station. “Well Adhira your carriage awaits you.” “Haha very funny” I say while laughing. “So just you know I’m awful at golf by the way.” “Don’t worry I will show you how to do it” he winks. “Don’t be a dickhead I swear to god” I joke with him. He replied with a chuckle. We made it to Peninsula Golf with a couple of minutes to spare before our booking, so we took our time collecting our clubs and balls. “Right ready to play?” he asks me. “Yep, let’s go, get ready to lose even though I don’t know how to play.” I reply with a laugh. “Don’t get too cocky you’re not in charge just yet” he says with a wink. Once we teed up the ball I get ready to hit the ball. “Woah woah stop what the fuck are you doing you really don’t know how to play do you?” “I told you I didn’t!” “Come here I will show you.” I feel him walk up behind me and snake his hands around mine, the heat of his breath lingered on my neck. “See you were holding it the wrong.” “Right, I guess you were right” I reply flustered. “You look stunning in this light by the way” he gave me a kiss on my neck and moved away back to his original spot. “Save that for later” I respond. With many more exchanges like this the game races by faster than I realise. “HA OH MY GOD, I TOLD YOU I WOULD WIN!!” I shouted. “I let you win okay” “Sure you did, just accept your loss Arin.” “Never” he replies with a smile as he moves closer to me. He places a kiss to my head, and we go back to hand in our clubs. “You got everything right?” he asks me. “Yeah, let’s go.” We begin our walk back to the station when Arin asks, “Are you free for a bit longer tonight?” “Yeah sure I’m not in tomorrow.” He replies with a nod. “Why don’t we go to your place” I propose. “Uh yeah sure, I live in Canary Warf if that’s okay?” “Yeah course that’s fine, why don’t we watch a film or something?” “I’m down for that I will drop you home after.” After a short journey we end up outside his place “Wow, this place is stunning.” “Ah yeah luckily the loan covers it.” “Let’s get inside.” We head up to the 5th floor where his room was (525 to be exact). “Welcome to my humble abode.” To my surprise it’s spotless, cleaned to perfection. “Wow this is really something.” “Do you want anything to drink?” “Nah, I’m okay thank you.” “Here let me take your jacket.” I peel it off and hand it to him “Thank you Arin.” Once he was done, he came closer to me holding my gaze for what felt like forever, he leans in for a kiss and I reciprocate meeting him in the middle. My arms drape around his neck and he pulls me in closer “If you don’t want to do anything past this that’s fine just say.” he reassures me. “No no I want this Arin.” When we return to the kiss the atmosphere changes, he kisses me harder than before, and we end up moving towards his bed. “Are you sure sure Adhira?” “Yes, I am I promise.” His hands wrap around my waist, and he takes my top off. “You look so beautiful Adhira.” he states softly. He follows me by taking his own shirt off, he was glowing in the moonlight. As fall onto the bed, he pulls me on top and I straddle his lap and he put his hands on my ass. He stops kissing me and his lips move to my neck leaving behind hickeys and, simultaneously he unhooks my bra. I get off Arin and he takes the hint to change our position; he grabs my waist and rolls on top of me. He slides his hands down from my waist to the waistband of my trousers and begins to pull them down and I lift up my hips to help him take them off. I undo his belt and he takes off his trousers and throws them on the floor. He takes off my underwear and I take off his. He began to kiss me again, this time hard and bruising, as if he wanted to absorb me into himself. I’m not sure if I was a bit unsure about sex but I hadn’t really thought about it before Arin, but it was never quite like this—him above me, sliding down, pushing my legs open  with his  palms on my thighs. The way used his tongue sent me into a euphoria and he didn’t pause when my thighs stiffened against him. I begged him to stop, and he looked at me going still “What’s wrong, are you okay.” “Yes, I’m perfect but don’t you want to something else?” “No, I don’t so stay still.” He says sternly. The tip of his tongue was  circling my clit and sent me immediately into ecstasy. “Arin!” I moan. His hand is so large holding me down and he sucked on my lips causing me to become breathless. Before I knew it his  tongue was inside me. “Please” I arched my back my spine shaping a near perfect curve. “Tell me you won’t come yet.” “Arin please” His tongue dipped in once again, and my hands gripped the sheets. There was a heat ignited in my stomach, spilling all over me. “Arin.” “One more minute, you can do it.” I’m—sorry, I can’t.” He met my eyes and said, “Yes you can” His possessive tone took me over the edge and the pleasure broke over me like a wave. It was almost as if I left myself for a minute and was in pure bliss. “I want to eat you out till you can’t even remember your own name.” “Please no Arin” He pushed one finger inside and my walls clamped to hold him inside. “My god, Adhira” he breathed onto my thighs. He slid his finger deeper inside me pressing inside of me, and  the  pleasure rose in me, washing over me. He groaned something into my ear which I couldn’t quite make out, and he entered another finger at the peak of my orgasm. My body felt like it wasn’t mine anymore. It left me breathless, and I wasn’t sure how much time went by before I could muster the energy to gently push him away to get him to stop. He shot me a sunken look but nodded to show he understood, and I pulled him closer to me because I wanted to feel his face and body against mine. I’m sure he felt the same and he brought himself closer to me, his chest pushed up against my boobs, and his legs were in between mine. “Can I have sex with you? “He asked, and then he gently kissed my forehead. I wondered if this was the right thing to do and I thought to myself for a second still relishing in the pleasure I already felt. I couldn’t say no, not with him on top of me, not with his skin on mine and his lips caressing my collarbone. “Yes.” I breathed bringing my hands to his face. His cheeks were red hot. He kissed and sucked at my neck. I reached for his cock; he was big. Larger  than I thought I could take on my first time. I could hear his heart pounding against my  chest he used his hand to nudge open my legs. He entered me slowly, keeping his eyes locked on mine. I let out a moan which actually was more of a gasp. It didn’t exactly hurt,  but it was more than I was expecting.  However, that feeling of his breath on my body and his and his soft touch. “You’re so big.” He moaned into my neck. His eyes were closed, and he was focussing on his movement. He attempted a thrust, and it felt amazing. I shut my eyes when he hit that place that made me whimper. He kissed my collarbone. Our breathing was all over the place, echoing throughout the room. My thighs tremble and I open my legs even wider to allow him deeper inside. We were too out of it to kiss properly at this point, but his lips were so damn perfect against mine. “Yes.” I moan “I’m gonna finish” he just about manages to say. He places his hands to hold me open. “You’re so perfect”. My body welcomed and pulled him in, he was stretching me to breaking point, but it just made me feel perfect. We both sighed and he flopped on to the bed beside me. He kissed me gently a few times and embraced me into his arms and body. He let a little laugh and whispered, “I love you Adhira.” “Arin, I love you too.” “I’ll keep you forever in Meri Dil.” I laugh asking is that a kal ho na ho reference?” “Maybe” he replies gently.
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 ~THE END~
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wearebrownpeople · 2 years
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Honour Abuse Study- SOUTH ASIAN MUSLIMS ONLY
Hi everyone!!! Sorry I have not been active on this account, once my dissertation is done I will post a LOT MORE.
I have HUGE favour though, only for my SOUTH ASIAN MUSLIMS (sorry). I am conducting a study on honour abuse, and would love to hear your opinion on certain situations related to it, and if some things are reasonable.
https://uclan.eu.qualtrics.com/jfe/form/SV_8G762t0QT1M3RUG
it will take 10 minutes MAX, and is sensitive so don’t worry if you don’t feel well enough to look at the topic
thank you to anyone that does it
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holyflyingcow · 11 months
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jalebi-o-shir · 2 years
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The Emergence of a Diasporic Singular Desi Culture
I have been observing this for a while on several social media platforms and I have a theory that a singular “Desi” culture is taking shape in North America, and perhaps other diasporas. Since I haven’t had much experience with other diasporas in several years, I will only focus on this phenomenon through a North American lense.
The reason for saying is that I increasingly see young South Asians, in particular, Gen Z, make tiktoks mentioning how “our” culture is beautiful, and then proceed to show off cultural dress, cuisine, art, architecture etc. playing to a remixed Bollywood song.
The issue here is not showing appreciation, but the issue is using the singular from of culture instead of the plural — cultures.
South Asia is not a monolith, nor does it have one culture, so which culture in particular are we here appreciating? Every country, whether it would be Pakistan, India, Bangladesh, Nepal, (Southern) Tibet (controversial, I know) , The Maldives, Sri Lanka, Bhutan, and Diaspora countries like Suriname, Guyana, Belize, Trinidad & Tobago, Jamaica, Mauritius, Fiji etc. all have self-contained individual cultures that are inter-connected or unique to their own region.
These tiktoks, from my observation, show only Northern Indian cultural aspects with a heavy emphasis on Punjabi culture. Popular Tiktok dances feature Hindi and Punjabi, yet rarely any music from other states. Then again, it is called fyp for a reason. It may be the content I interact with, but then again I interact with a broad spectrum of self-stylized Desi creators on “brown tiktok”. From North to South.
Every now and then, there is legitimate criticism on limiting Desi tiktok to Hindi-Urdu and Punjabi songs where a number of videos have been circulating to test one’s “Desiness” whether you know these songs or not. Same goes for movies. If not, then you are white-washed. What about the rest, who don’t speak Hindi-Urdu or Punjabi? This is why being “Desi” is quite controversial because it means different things to different people.
Why do I think that there is singular North American Desi culture emerging? It is because Bollywood consumption plays a central role in it in making the younger generation believe that there is a such thing as one culture being portrayed in Bollywood while reality is something very different.
I as a Punjabi am used to seeing my culture being hyper-represented in Indo-Pak media. In fact, it is the culture that is used in Bollywood and Lollywood productions the most when we talk about cultural reprentation. Same for music, apart from Hindi, Punjabi is the only regional language that gets that much attention and gone worldwide – for good and bad reasons.
Home culture is very different. We all have our own home culture that we grew up in. We have our languages, our own foods, our own clothes, own histories, yet when these younger Desis present themselves to the outside world, it all dissipates and changed into this Bollywood-esque performance.
We suddenly ALL eat naan, biryani, samosein, jalebi, gulab jamun, roti and we ALL speak Hindi, wear saris, lehengas, shalwar kameezein and are ALL Indian, desi, and brown.
Yet, here I am, not knowing anything about other regional dishes other than my own which ironically is all of the above and more as a Punjabi-Pakistani. I have no idea what Gujuratis eat, no idea what Sindhis eat, I had no idea what Marathi sounded. I had no idea Bihari songs were popular. I have no idea what Assamese wear.
It disregards everything unique and hyper-focuses on Bollywood and Punjab as the source for this repackaged Desi culture. Bengali home culture, Punjabi home culture, Pashtun home culture, Tamizh home culture, Devehi home culture, Indo-Guyanese home culture, Indo-Surinamese home culture are all different environments, yet you won’t see that when you land on #browntok, instead you will see this generic brand where everyone supposedly can participate in disregarding that it leaves people out and alienizes anyone that doesn’t relate to “Desi culture”
I find it so odd that Patels are quite well represented, yet know nothing about Gujurati culture or their language other than “kemcho”. The reason why I bring this up is because the culture would be seen as foreign to the Desi-sphere and not recognizable as Desi because people views this “Desi culture” though a very narrow lense.
In a way this Desi culture is just repackaged Punjabi culture made palatable for the masses that are fixated on romanticized images of their home countries disregarding class differences, history, and culture. People don’t realize that only certain classe wore such ornamental dresses like the lehenga choli and thatvit was limited to a certain class or money and still is, yet is touted as something accessible to anyone.
Big “Indian” weddings are not the norm, they are the exception, yet still are juxtapositioned with White Weddings as being something extravagent. It only works if you or family have money.
Bottomline: this Desi singular culture does not exist outside of social media realistically because we all have our own cultural aspects that are unique. Bollywood is not an accurate and reliable cultural representation. You are not cultured by watching Bollywood movies, you are a good consumer. People need to show off their regional cultures more.
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