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dreamsandstars24 · 1 month

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Lawyered up - Chapter 1

Hiyooo, this is my first try at writing a fanfiction.

Well, writing it here, because in Wattpad I have 7.6k readers. Yes, this is me showing off because even though it's fanfiction, it takes a lot of work.

Sooooo, some inside into this:

It says chapter 1 because I will be posting more, obviously.

My first language is not English, so you'll have to be patient and kindly let me know if there is any mistake so I can fix it.

This is not a Hotch x Female MC. Even though I love daddy Hotch, I just never imagined him as the sexy daddy version, more like the dad-daddy version. Yeah.

I am busy like crazy with University and a job, so posts may be slow.

I really hope you enjoy this.

Anyway, enjoy.

I'm never drinking coffee again.

I'm banning coffee from my life, I will never drink it again and somebody should slap me if I ever drink coffee again. Please and thank you.

And even better, I will never drink coffee again before one of the most important final-stage interviews of my life. That should probably be something they ask at coffee shops, "Do you have any life altering things that will happen today?" and if you say yes, then you are not allowed to buy coffee.

Is not that I have something against coffee, God forbid, but I just get extremely hyper when I have coffee and based on what Professor Sukhan has said, I'm already hyper enough as it is.

So, why did I drink coffee today? Because I thought that staying up until two AM reading the longest, toe curling, smuttiest fanfiction ever was a good way to spend my time. Was it worth it? Yes it was, but that doesn't mean I don't regret it now that I'm shaking like a freaking chihuahua.

"Deep breaths, Liliana. And keep your hands under your legs." Professor Sukhan whispers softly, his eyes on his newspaper but I know he is anxious too. He is risking his professionalism creating this opportunity for me, and I really hope he doesn't regrets it.

It wasn't easy to make it, but I did it. I managed to get into the final stage of interviews in the FBI, and to be more specific, in the BAU.

I studied near death to graduate from law school, and I really really really want to get this job/internship. It took Professor Sukhan months to prove that allowing me to have an internship would be really beneficial for both the bureau and for me, sometimes I feel he sold my abilities for more of what they actually are but I know I will do my best to ensure I surpass expectations.

Hopefully.

"Liliana Madrigal." My eyes shoot up and find the blue eyed man that is staring at me. "We are ready for you." He is white.

Not that him being white is bad, is actually good, unless he is racist which would really hinder my process and my ability to maintain the facade of being a nice, obedient and sweet girl and--

"Liliana, please go and behave." Professor Sukhan mumbles bringing me out of my stupor. This is why he came, because he knew I was going to be so nervous this would be chaotic.

I clear my throat and stand up, nodding to the professor and making my way to the man who is now looking at his phone with a frown. When he realizes that I am standing right in front of him, he turns around and walks me through the doors where my future self may be walking.

I look around when the door closes behind me and barely have time to register the chaos this place is when the blue eye man mumbles "Keep up" and practically sprints down the hallway.

Swallowing down my fear, I run after him.

Freaking tall people think my little legs can keep up with them. I can barely reach the shower head and I'm expected to run after this tall guy and--

"Here. Go inside, sit down, and wait until they come."

I frown while my feet stop. "They who is-?" He ignores me, turns around and leaves.

Well, so much for being nice.

I stare at the black door and decide that they will not bring me to meet a serial killer in my last interview, I think. I hope.

Right?

"Okay Liliana, those who don't risk, don't win." I nod and take a deep breath, "You can do it. Please don't let it be a serial killer and please don't let me do anything stupid, amen." And I open the door.

A normal looking office says hello to me.

My eyes blink rapidly as a relieved laugh escapes my mouth. I don't know what I was expecting but an office that looks like the office of my psychology professor was not it. But this is good, this is nice, this is acceptable-

"Are you going inside or are you coming outside?" The deep voice behind me says and my soul goes to heaven to meet with its creator because I just died. Thank you and goodbye.

I turn around and find two men looking at me. The first man, I immediately recognized like Jason Gideon because he went to my criminology class and his lecture gave me nightmares, but the second man who is staring at me undisturbed has never been seen by my eyes. He is handsome, he is grace, he is mister United States-

"Pardon me?" I mumble because I just saw his lips move but I didn't hear a thing. He blinks.

"I asked if you are the girl I am supposed to be interviewing." He repeats calmly. His voice could narrate an audio book where he tells me how he is going to kill me in the most gruesome way and I would hundred percent say thank you.

"I certainly hope so because I was just dumped here with barely any instruction." Gideon smiles a little at that and a part of my soul rejoices because I just made Jason Gideon smile.

"What's your name?" He asks, and his voice is a soft baritone that has me feeling cozy inside.

"Liliana Madrigal, a pleasure." My hand stretches out; once again, I'm too late to realize my actions because I forgot my hands were shaking which is obvious now. Both men stare at my hand and then Gideon shakes it and lets go.

"I'm Jason Gideon and this is SSA Aaron Hotchner, we are on the behavioral analysis unit and we will be directing your interview." I nod and nod again and both stare at me. Agent Gideon gives me another soft smile. "We should go in the office."

"Oh! Of course, come in. Make yourself at home." I step to the side allowing them both to come in and then I notice the name at the door.

Aaron Hotchner. I just gave him permission to go into his own office. Amazing.

"Miss Madrigal, will you come in and close the door behind you please?" Agent Hotchner asks. I follow the orders and then walk to the chair in front of his desk. He is sitting on the chair while Gideon leans on the wall beside the window.

My hands fidget on my lap and then I remember how I'm supposed to keep them under my legs and take a deep breath. I do that and count to ten while the men look at what I'm assuming is my file.

"Miss Madrigal, your file says that you graduated at fourteen from high school." Agent Hotchner mumbles, scanning the page with his eyes.

"Yes, sir." He looks at me and the way his eyes are so dark make me very nervous.

"Is there any reason as to why that happened? Because your IQ is slightly elevated but not that much." I nod and then consider what to say.

They may notice the confusion on my face because Gideon speaks. "Just tell us the truth without sugar coating it."

Well, if he says so.

"I was bored, sir." They both stare at me.

"Bored?" Agent Hotchner repeats, I nod again. "Could you elaborate?"

I take a deep breath. "I didn't want to spend more time in school than necessary so I forced myself to graduate faster to study what I really wanted to study."

"Which was criminal law," Gideon says, my head shakes.

"No sir, I wanted to become a taxidermist." Both men stare at me and I can tell I managed to surprise them.

"Why didn't you then?" Agent Hotchner asks.

I shrug, "My mother said that if I became a taxidermist, I would sleep with the carcasses and see how that suited me." With secret joy, I notice how the corner of agent Hotchner's mouth twitches upwards.

I MADE HIM SMILE!

"So you didn't become a taxidermist, and decided to study law, correct?"

"With some little disruption to my plans, but yes sir." Agent Hotchner moves his hand in a rolling motion and I understand he is asking me to expand. "After the fiasco with taxidermy, I decided to explore my passions in the business world."

"You studied business, then?" Gideon mumbles, reading through my file.

"No, sir. I became a runner for a local gang in my neighbourhood." I think I actually managed to surprise them this time.

Both look at my file, their silence making me more nervous. Did I just messed up? Did a hot nice cup of coffee messed up the opportunity of a lifetime? Did I just ended my career choice?

"Why not a courthouse? You could have made a fine prosecutor with your grades and the success of your practicum." Gideon points out, I shake my head no.

"I thought about it and did two weeks as an assistant for a prosecutor and I am positive about not choosing prosecution."

"What about defense? You could have been good at that."

"I'm not fond of lying."

"So why the FBI? In this job, you need to keep a lot of secrets and maintain a low profile." I press my lips together considering what I have to say.

Two choices in here: Either lick their boots or be honest.

"As I was looking for career choices, I realized that the BAU gets sued continuously over every procedure that they endure-"

"How did you got that information?" Agent Hotchner asks, serious.

"One of my teachers worked as a legal advisor and one of the people that came to her was a lawyer who was helping someone sue the BAU for incorrect management of a case. Anyway, I kept my ears open and realized that this team is the one that gets sued the most and that caught my attention so I started researching why and I reached a conclusion," My hands intertwine as I smile at them. "And the conclusion was that in order for this team to be getting sued so often, then it may be doing something right."

Agent Hotchner closes my file and leans back in his chair, the look of calm suits him and then he turns to Gideon and a whole conversation takes place without them even talking. This is crazy.

While they have their strange staring contest, I think about the possibility of accepting the CIA offer. It came as a surprise, to be honest, but the terms are good; professor Sukhan would be a little dissapointed because the original plan has alway been the FBI but I don't think he'll mind that much.

I mean, is either CIA or going back to being a Runner and I think which option is better for my criminal record.

"You start on Monday." Agent Hotchner speaks and I nod.

"What time?"

"I need you here at five AM. We'll go over some information and I'll show you your office, if we have the time, I'll introduce you to the team." I nod and get up when he does. His hand stretches towards me and I shake it firmly. "Welcome to the team." I smile at him and then turn to Gideon, we shake hands and I take a deep breath because my hand is shaking more now.

"Welcome, Agent Madrigal." He murmurs warmly, I nod at him.

"Thank you, I will do my best." I walk to the door with them behind me and I know they are walking me to where professor Sukhan is. When we reach the door, I turn to them and smile. "Thank you, again." They both nod and I cross the doors, noticing how professor Sukhan stands up and stares at me.

We both stare at each other and he smiles when tears pool in my eyes.

"You did it." He mumbles coming closer.

"I start on Monday at five AM." He laughs, wrapping me in his arms which makes me sob.

"Are you crying?" He laughs, rocking me back and forth.

"I just don't want to wake up at five AM every morning." I sob in his shoulder. He laughs and pulls me closer.

"You did it," He whispers, patting my head. "I knew you would."

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Hotch felt himself smile when he realized how the girl he had just hired was crying while holding the Hindi man. He wasn't sure what the relationship was, but he knew that the man had sold the girl at such a high price it tempted the bureau to meet her in person. And he wasn't disappointed.

Even though her psych results tilted her towards OCD regarding her job, and her getting obsessed in some cases, her results were so good he had to double-check every case she had participated in because she was practically a genius when giving criminal charges.

Eighteen charges, she had given eighteen charges to a child abuser and Hotch had been so surprised because he hadn't even thought about those charges. She was a genius, and she was merciless in court. That's why seeing the clumsy girl surprised him because she showed a completely different side of herself.

"Seems like we got another girl to babysit." Morgan rumbled beside him, slurping his coffee while staring at the girl with a smirk. Hotch hummed agreeing. "You think she'll give us a run for our money?"

"She is smart," Gideon mumbled, "she'll be okay."

With a smile, Hotch saw how the girl now had the man in a choke hold while she jumped excited. It was adorable.

"She'll fit right in." He whispered softly.

#criminal minds #Aaron Hotchner #Jason Gideon #derek morgan #criminal minds fanfiction

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aashufta-sar · 9 months

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Rahiye ab aisi jagah chal kar jahaan koi na ho, hum sukhan koi na aur humzaban koi na ho

Be dar o deewar sa ik ghar banaya chahiye, koi humasaya na ho aue paasbaan koi na ho

Parriye gar beemar tou koi na ho temardar, aur agar mar jaiyeha tou noha khwaan koina ho

Mirza Ghalib / مرزا غالب

#mirza ghalib #urdu #urdu poetry #urdublr #urdushayari #urdu posts #shayari #urdu stuff #urdu ghazal #urdublog #urdu literature #urdupoetry #urdu shayari #urdu aesthetic #urdu adab #urdu ashaar #urdulovers

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mmwiddc · 3 months

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Khuda aur mohabbat

Bas ek dua Aur woh mukammal ho to kuch sukoon aaye Ay khuda Kuch esa chakkar chala ke asa joban rutte marjayen Mujhe yaad karte ho Main samajhta hun tumhare yeh Ishaaraat Agar pichle janmon me kuch paap kiye hon Toh aap wo ginwayen Main mohabbat ko khuda maanta hun Aap iske safed Daman par dhag naa lagayen Bulana hi hai toh bula len apne paas Bas iske Siva jo bhi ho bas ek alag bahana hojaye Yeh harf-e-sukhan koi padhe Toh mohabbat ko maut ki wajah naa bataye Yeh jo jashn-e-gham hai jo javedani hai Koi batlaye toh kabtak manaya jaye Ay khuda marham-e-dil ki jinhe jarurat ho Unko mere hisse ka bhi mukammal karaya jaye Ek akhir dua meri dil se nikle aur woh yeh Jo Koi mohabbat me mere naqsh-e-pa pe chale Toh uski mohabbat mukamal hojaye Bas ek dua aur woh mukammal ho Toh rooh ko kuch aaram aaye...

~ Sehr

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theqalbofnight · 11 months

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Har Lehza Ba Shakal Aan Blink, And There He Was In A Different Form.,

POET JALALUDDIN RUMI

Hamne beparda tujhe maah-jabeen dekh liya

Ab na kar parda ke o parda-nasheen dekh liya

Hamne dekha tujhe aankhon ki siyaah putli mein

Saat pardon mein tujhe parda-nasheen dekh liya

Ham nazar-baazon se tu chhup na saka jaan-e-jahaan

Tu jahaan jaake chhupa hamne vahin dekh liya

Tere deedaar ki thi hamko tamanna, so tujhe

Log dekhenge vahaan, hamne yahin dekh liya

Har lehza ba shakal aan but-e-ayyaar baraamad

Dil burd-o-nihaan shud

Har dam ba libaas-e-deegar aan yaar baraamad

Gah peer-o-javaan shud

Khud kooza-o, khud koozaagar-o, khud gil-e-kooza

Khud rind-e-subu kash

Khud bar sar-e-aan kooza khareedaar baraamad

Bishkast-o ravaan shud

Nai nai ke hamin bood ke mi aamad-o mi raft

Har qarn ke deedum

Ta aaqbat aan shakl-e-arab vaar baraamad

Daara-e-jahaan shud

Rumi sukhane kufr na guftast na goyad

Munkir nashvedash

Kaafir buvad aan kas ke ba inkaar baraamad

Mardood-e-jahaan shud

Notes by scholar Homayra Ziad: 1. Sly beloved or ayyār: An ayyār is a “pious rogue” and Love often appears in this form in Persian Sufi poetry.

2. Many manifestations of Reality: This imagery evokes the infinite manifestations of the Divine Unity. A Qur’anic verse that is often cited by Sufis is: “And God’s in the East and the West. Wherever you turn, there is God’s Face.” (Sura 2:115) All distinctions vanish in the Face of God. This is the central idea evoked by Sachal Sarmast too in the next song. In a similar poem, Kabir says… In an elephant you became an elephant An ant is just a little you! As an elephant driver you sit on top the one saying “move along” is you only you! With thieves you become a thief You’re in with the scoundrels too! You’re the one who robs and runs! The cop who nabs you, is you only you! (A song from the oral traditions of Kabir in Malwa in central India, translation by Linda Hess) 3. The broken cup: The broken cup means that no category is absolute, and that divine manifestations are always in a state of flux. The only absolute is God’s essence. 4. “Until one day he emerged…”: A reference to the Prophet (the Perfect Human, insān-i kāmil). 5. Veiling the truth: According to the Persian scholar Mohammad Reza Shafi'i-Kadkani, the last two stanzas were originally: Rumi sokhan-e kofr nagoftast (nagofteh ast) o nagooyad Monker nashavidash Kafir bovad an kas keh be enkar daramad az doozakhian shod

Many thanks to Fereshteh Amanat-Kowssar at Yale University for pointing this out. I have translated the poem based on the original, which makes far more sense than the sung version. Kufr means hiding or covering up, and the word kāfir is used to describe one who “covers up” or denies the truth. Rumi’s words, though apparently blasphemous, are closer to the truth.

#qawwali #shayari #rumic world #rumi love quotes #rumi #urdu poetry #khalil gibran #sufi #sufi quotes #sufism #spirituality #urdu shayar #urdu ghazal #urdu literature #urdu poems #urdulovers #urdu stuff

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ekfarooqui · 2 years

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شاہین اقبال اثر سب کی آنکھوں کا ہے تارا بکرا کتنا پیارا ہے ہمارا بکرا اہل دنیا نے دکھائی جو چھری سمت عقبیٰ کو سدھارا بکرا اس کی صحت کا بھلا راز ہے کیا مثل گائے ہے تمہارا بکرا ہم نے سمجھا ہے انا کا خوگر ''میں میں'' کر کے جو پکار بکرا جیسے بے چارہ ہو فاقے سے نڈھال اس طرح کھاتا ہے چارہ بکرا تیری آواز میں ہے سوز و گداز دل کو کھینچے ترا نعرہ بکرا آہ ظالم وہ قصائی بھائی ہائے مظلوم بچارہ بکرا چور اچکوں سے حفاظت کے لیے باندھ کر رکھئے خدا را بکرا #eiduladha #bakraeid #bakraeidmubarak #badieid #eidmubarak #eid #eidcollection #eidspecial #eid2022 #urdupoetry #sadpoetry #urdughazal #poetrylove #lovequotes #lovepoetry #shayari #urduquotes #urdu #urduposts #sukhan #sukhan_taraaziyan #sukhantaraaziyan #hindi #hindiquotes #hindishayari #urdushayari https://www.instagram.com/p/CfzYOuTKv2P/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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tasavvur-e-jaana · 10 months

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Nagmaa

ek koshish geet likhne ki. can be read as stand alone too...

mujhe yeh phool na de tujhe jaaneman hai kasam koi khubsurat khata ho jaayegi mujhse o sanam,

main tujhe chaahun toh phir kya khataa usmein? teri raagini jo mujh mein basi hai kabhi ho na khatam.

ye tere surkh labon par jo mera naam yun aaye, kaise kahun main, kya karun jo yeh nashaa chhaye, tera pehlu mere dil ko samete hue hai usi mohabbat ka kaise karein izhaar ab hum?

aankhon se tune bayaan e ishq jo kiya hai, iske aage ab lafzon ke liye bacha kya hai? ab toh shab e vasl le khwaabon mein hi doobi hun main, mere jaanib tujhe mere daaman ki lali ki kasam.

kyun mujhe iss qadr bekaraar karti ho? mere jazbaat ko meri dillagi samajhti ho? mujhe sirf tere badan ki justuju hi nahi, teri rooh e sukhan mein khone ko betaab hai mann.

yeh ishq dillagi nahi ibaadat hai gar kuchh aur main samjhi toh bas qayamat hai, paak tere iraadon ki tauheen humse ho kaise? magar qurbat bhi to ek zariya e ikraar hai balam.

meri vasl mein sajda hi hai aur kuchh bhi nahi, mera dil yahin jhuka hai aur sar bhi yahin, tera badan ek mandir aur mo'min hun main ta'umr teri pooja hi hai mera ab se dharam.

mera yeh phool qubool kar le jaaneman hai kasam, tere naksh e paa par chal pade hain ab mere ye qadam.

#doodles poems #original poem #rrr #urdu poetry #urdu ashaar #urdulovers #urdublr #rrr poems #bheemjenny #komuram bheem #jenny rrr #bheem rrr #old posts

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twenty-first-century-ki-laila · 1 year

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I was tagged by @rose5blogs and @kabhi-sukoot-bhi-sukhan to explain my URL like it is a movie plot, and I am trying to the best of my abilities.

Word count: 685

Please don't mind the inconsistent use of upper and lower cases.

That day, it felt like the sky would fall down, grey clouds swirling in the sky as the wind took speed. she was drenched in the rain, her scooty on an average speed as she quietly hummed a tune. the roads were empty, and the people stared at her with horrified eyes. why would a young girl, probably a student (judging by the school bag and uniform), try to set on a journey, probably her way back from school in this mayhem-like thunderstorm? but none of those mortified people wanted to stop her as she rode along the narrow street. after all, who would question these teenagers and their sense of adventure, which was borderline suicidal? the watchman had tried to chastise her earlier when she tried to sneak out into the rain with her scooty but the moment he had left, she had in fact sneaked out again and this time successfully accomplished her mission.

she felt the raindrops hitting against her helmet. The rain felt like needles prickling her exposed skin, but she did not mind it. she would never mind the rain. it felt like an escape from her constricting thoughts and fuzzy mind. she felt rejuvenated. and as she slowed down to take the turn that would further lead to the street where her home was, she felt as if her breath had been knocked out of her lungs. she took a deep breath but to no avail. There was a lump in her throat, and her head was suddenly all prickly and buzzing like she wanted to pull at her hair. she felt like something was under her skin trying to squeeze her heart. it was then and there that she stopped. she didn’t want to go home. she couldn’t. she could go home to her mother’s warm tea, her brother’s consistent teasing, and her father’s playfulness, but home was where she felt truly and deeply homeless. so she stood there staring into oblivion. the loneliness seeping into her bones once again. the loneliness of the modern twenty-first century where one had to be rather non-secretive about themselves to fit in. the modern age where fitting in was rather more important than ones well-being. where conclusions were drawn and labels were put before anyone really knew anyone, and all of it was based on rumours and superficial social media profiles. hasn't she been one of those people? hasn't she done the same? of course, she was no better. but at least she was civilized enough to make amends and somehow ended up being best friends with that person for the remainder of the school session. but she had come to realize last week that not everyone was kind enough. and it had pinched into her heart and settled between her ribs.

a friend of hers had asked her out, and when she refused the offer, he got angry. she had calmly tried to reason with him about how she did not want to be in a relationship and how she wasn’t ready for certain things expected in a relationship, but he had lashed out. called her things that had never made way past her tongue about other girls and proceeded to tell her how shitty she was by playing hard to get and how she spoke to pretty much every guy in the class (so much for being polite and friendly) and even had a “sexual talk” with one of the guys (that guy had made a fake account on Facebook, had a chat with himself and told another story to everyone) who was quite unattractive compared to him so why was he being rejected? of course, it was his petty ego that had ruined a potentially good friendship. she had cried that day. quite a lot. she had been judged and labelled. without anyone having any insight into what was going on in her head or in her life in general. and as the rain came at her even harder, she concluded that perhaps it was the repentance of misjudging her now best friend earlier.

she took into account how she was literally in her neighbourhood, and if anyone saw her drenched in the rain on a probable suicide mission, then she would be in big trouble. so she started her scooty and took the opposite turn. roaming around the streets in the middle of a thunderstorm was not really the safest option, but it was better than going home. she was humming again, the same song. the one from the movie called Laila Majnu. she hasn’t watched the movie yet but the song, but the song was her favourite. it was called “hafiz hafiz”. despite the starting stanza being a Kashmiri poem, she has been able to memorize it. it was magical? wasn’t it? the chokehold art and songs had on her, she thought. at that moment she thought about a lot of things. she thought about the song and how it was referring to the popular folktale. she thought of her mother telling the stories of Laila and Majnu. of their outlandish love that was popular around half the continent. she wondered what it felt like. to love and be loved that way. she wondered what it felt like being Laila. she had dreamt of love often. it won’t be an understatement to call her a hopeless romantic. but on the contrary, she had near to no experience in that matter. how could she? it was the god damn the twenty-first century when everyone wanted to be everything but true to themselves. where aesthetics were more important than comfort. where love was not love but a way for people to feel better about themselves. she tried to think better. tried to remember what her mother told her about Laila. she could remember that Laila was a dark-skinned girl whom Qais had fallen for, which wasn’t really the standard convention of beauty and love. She wondered what it had been like to be loved by someone like Qais loved Laila. to an extent where he became a Majnu. it made her tingle with the swirl of emotions. she thought of Laila all in love and married to someone else. putting up with a situation she was against to and, by default, none of it was her choice. then it occurred to her that perhaps she had more in common with Laila than she had initially thought. she wasn’t loved like Laila was, and she didn’t really love anyone like Laila did. but perhaps being Laila was more about the feeling. the feeling of trying your best and still not getting where you want. the feeling of not getting what you want because others had made decisions for them. of going against everyone for your cause. and then she realized that somehow she was doing the same. going against the modern norms of dating in the wake of the rotten twenty-first century. clinging on to hopes that perhaps someone will understand her urge to be a wild, creative, hopeless romantic. her emotions and feelings and her choices without questioning them. With her not-so-convenient life and her shitty attitude, someone will still put up with it because she will do the same for them. after all, no one is perfect. perhaps she was Laila. the one of the twenty-first century. trying to navigate her life in the middle of a social media-ridden world crisis. “twenty-first-century ki Laila.” she smiled to herself as she took the turn to her home.

guess who spent over two hours trying to write this? it turned out longer than I expected. but once I start writing and I get in the flow, it is difficult to stop. honestly, it looks more like a short story with an inner monologue rather than a movie plot. sorry about that. but I hope you like it.

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ramayantika · 1 year

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Chinnanjiru Nilave (a dance or me just acting around??? 🥲)

Do you remember Mathura Nagarpati? I am not Tamil so I looked up a few translations for this song: Chinnanjiru Nilave The song doesn't exactly match my story obviously but the singer's voice and the music had those final moments/separation themes which immediately got the Mathura Nagarpati scene in my mind. I hope I did not butcher the song. I was also lazy to edit so here's the raw draft.

The translation of the scene below:

1. Nayani fills her pot by the Yamuna and as she is about to go home, she hears a voice she hasn't heard in years. Turning around she sees Krishna standing in front of her. She is shocked to see him and confirms his presence by touching his face and hands.

2. "After so many years you've come back here. Tell me, not even once did you remember me, us and Vrindavan. We all would gaze at the far waters if Yamuna in hopes that you will one day come back. Couldn't you have ever sent a letter, just one letter about your well-being. I don't know what to say, Krishna. I am seeing you after so many years. It feels like a yuga has passed. I thought you have forgotten all of us. I no longer know what to say or how to behave. You were my first love. I am now married to another man, but you were the one in my heart. Upto this day, I have breathed only in your name

3. Somehow she looses her anger and smiles saying, "Anyway how long can I be cross with you?" Krishna drops a bomb again when he tell her you might just be because I am here to give you a final parting Gift to bid you farewell.

4. Nayani is confused when Krishna takes her hand and asks her to take his morpankh from his crown and blow it to the skies. He starts walking back which causes Nayani to hold his hand. Pleading, she says, "Do not leave just now. If you go away I will die right here."

5. Krishna still holds her hand and makes her blow the feather away as a reluctant Nayani lets him go while the feather makes its journey to the sky. Another game of Time and dust goes into her eyes before she can see Krishna leave. When she opens her eyes, Krishna is nowhere to be found. Later she hears some person tell her that Dwarkadheesh is no more.

6. Devastatation

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aap-kaisi-ladhki-hain-kammo-ji · 1 year

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Explain your url like its a movie plot you can use your mutuals as characters if you like, tag 5 people and send them the ask

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( thoda lamba ho gaya😶)

kabhi sukoot bhi sukhan

( sometimes her silence says a lot )

so its a story about Maya . Maya is a successful publisher. she is hardworking brave and hard to approach. she has gone through many hardships and made her own name in this business. Maya meets Manav, a writer. Little does she know that manav was her college junior and always loved maya but could never propose her. His first book was the love story he wished he could have with Maya, but it all happened in his imaginations only.

when maya met manav she was a bit upset about work but manav said something funny and she laughed so manav quoted- " kabhi to baat bhi khafi kabhi sukoot bhi sukhan ( sometimes her talks but remain silent and sometimes even her silence says a lot) kabhi to kisht e zaffran kabhi udasiyo ka ban ( sometimes she is so happy like saffron and sometimes she is a forest of sadness).

Maya was impressed that someone said something poetic for her little did she know that manav has wrote a whole book for her.

while meeting for work they became friends. Manav never tried to impress maya, but it was character his kindness his love for the world that was attracting maya towards him. sometimes she used to wonder this is the first guy who is not even trying to impress me , he is just being himself and that was very real for her ...and so She fell for him.

then came manav's birthday and maya was of course invited. while he was about to cut the cake, sona blew the candles and said :- may god give you the best and thats me

they laughed and kissed. when maya saw that she was about to cry. Manav has someone in his life whom he loves truly may be thats why he never tried to impress her. Now she was understanding everything.

manav introduced sona to maya. Maya was smiling but manav caught the hint of sadness on his face, he caught the tears that she was trying her best to control, and he got everything....got that she fell for him and he got a flashback of all the college days when he used to love her. sona asked :- "kya ho gaya...tum dono itne chup kyu ho gaye kuch kehna nahi hai "

Maya was looking at manav with the love she has in her eyes for him.

and manav was looking at her with the memories of love he once had for her.

and they said nothing, just smiled

while someone in the background said :- kabhi to baat bhi khafi kabhi sukoot bhi sukhan ( sometimes silence says a lot).

Thank you for reading and if you read pls tell how it was.

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