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rambheem-is-real · 2 months

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Gold Rings and Black Roses Pt 2

pairing: Radha Rama x Aadhya

warning: siblings!Deva and Aadhya

Pt 1 here

Aadhya comes back, fresh from her shower, and is shown to the seat at the opposite end of the table to where Radha Rama was already sitting. A female guard had handed Aadhya a new cotton top and pair of jeans for her to wear, and she could see that Radha Rama had also changed into a yellow saree. The table was laden with various dishes, and both of their plates were already filled with a sampling of each dish. After a silent look from the older woman, all of the guards bow their heads and leave the room. Obullamma also leaves, not before giving Aadhya a look that’s half confusion and half jealousy.

I don’t know what’s going on either! Don’t look at me like I stole your favorite toy! Aadhya wants to yell at her, but figures that would not be good for her life.

Finally, Radha Rama turns her gaze to Aadhya, who can’t help but squirm.

Why the hell was this woman so hot??

She tilts her face, studying Aadhya for a few seconds. Aadhya hopes she won’t take long to decide whatever it was she was deciding, because she hadn’t had actual good food in days.

Radha Rama finally speaks. She gestures to Aadhya’s plate. “Eat.”

Aadhya hesitantly mixes some pappu with some rice, and brings the hand to her mouth to take a bite. Swallowing, she tries to be polite. “The food is really good.”

Radha Rama keeps looking at her coolly. “I know. I have some of the best chefs in the country working for me.”

Interesting, Aadhya thinks. The words were not meant as a boast, but as a mere fact. Of course Radha Rama, whoever this woman was, would have incredible private chefs.

She nods, and keeps eating, trying not to show her embarrassment on her face. What would it take for this woman to be impressed? A few seconds later, Aadhya realizes Radha Rama hadn’t eaten anything yet, and her heart skips a beat. Silently praying that the food wasn’t poisoned or something, she tries conversation again. “You should eat too.” And because apparently her mouth has no filter, she can’t help but joke. “You’re missing out on some great dal.”

Radha Rama looks taken aback, then the side of her lip curls up. “...You’re right.”

Aadhya watches as the older woman, almost like she forgot how to, slowly mixes her own rice and pappu, and tastes it. Her eyes close, and she slowly chews, like she’s experiencing the taste for the first time. Abruptly, Radha Rama opens her eyes like she just realized she’s being watched, and Aadhya can’t hide her wide-eyed look in time.

Radha Rama chuckles at her, but it’s not mean this time. “I pretended to be insane and incapable of doing anything on my own for seven years. It’s why Obullamma was so surprised that I could stand, and it’s why I haven’t eaten by myself in so long.”

Aadhya… digests that information. She doesn’t want to pry, whatever would make a person do all that would probably be upsetting, so she continues eating.

They spend some time in silence, and Aadhya is aware that Radha Rama is letting her watch the woman enjoy her food, but what the end game is there Aadhya has no idea. Eventually her curiosity gets too much for her to stay quiet.

“So why am I here?”

Radha finishes chewing before answering. “I want your brother here.” She frowns. “The original plan was for him to rescue you from Rinda. He would have broken the seal, and he and that lover of his-” The word ‘lover’ is spat with a sneer. “-would’ve fought to the death. Even he has to abide by the Nibandhanam. One of them would live, and whoever survived I could easily pick off. That is, if they hadn’t mutually destroyed each other.” She shrugs. “But he didn’t do what I expected him to, so I just had Vedha send him a message about your parentage. Now he’ll show up, take you away, and Rinda can go cry to his dear karta that your brother broke the seal.”

Aadhya has so many questions she doesn’t even know where to start.

“Ok,” she says, trying to process. “Ok, even before I ask who the hell my brother is supposed to be, or what the hell a nibandhanam is, you could have still killed me and sent him a message about that. Then he could’ve come to get revenge or something, breaking the seal by killing Rinda. That was Obullamma’s plan, right? So why am I here?”

Radha Rama studies her, like she’s unsure of whether she should say what she’s thinking of. Finally, she answers. “You remind me of myself.”

“Thank you?” It comes out as more of a question than Aadhya wants it to be. “How so?”

“You were willing to do anything for your father. And brave enough to stand up to the people that kidnapped you, making a deal with them. I was that way, once.” Radha Rama, having finished eating, uses her glass to wash her hands in her plate, and stands up. She slowly makes her way over to Aadhya, who’s sitting frozen. Radha Rama puts her hands on either side of Aadhya’s corner of the table, and leans into her space.

Aadhya can see now that Radha Rama had taken her time freshening up in the time before lunch. The kajal had been reapplied to her waterline, her hair was neatly braided down her back, and the faded bottu had been replaced by a striking red one. Was that.. perfume? Aadhya can smell a faint floral scent, something expensive. Up close, she can see how much she had underestimated the older woman’s beauty. Even at her age, which Aadhya estimates to be around fifteen years older than herself, Radha Rama is regal and commanding, eyes piercing through Aadhya’s very soul.

“I was once like that,” Radha Rama repeats herself. “I was going to be the next karta, did you know that? After my dear father’s reign ended. I would have ruled, as I was told since I was a child. I grew up with no votes, no power, no friends, because everyone assumed I would get my fifteen and a kingdom as soon as the time was right.” Aadhya has no idea what a karta is but she believes it, can see this woman on a throne.

“I sacrificed so much for that throne,” Radha Rama continues, voice dropping into an intimate whisper that does things to Aadhya’s stomach, and she can’t help but glance at the older woman’s dark lips as she talks. “I married a man I didn’t love. I played watchdog for my idiot brother and that boytoy of his, fought for a ceasefire for that ungrateful bastard child, and for what? To be betrayed, to be cast aside like I was nothing.” She focuses back on Aadhya. “Us both, sisters of men who have never cared about anything other than their own self interest, daughters of men who we’ve been separated from, and daughters of dead mothers.”

Radha Rama leans back, smirking at Aadhya who slowly lets out the breath she had been holding, wiping her hand on a nearby napkin to conceal the way it had been shaking. “That’s what I see in you.”

Aadhya, for once in her life, practices great restraint to not immediately suggest for this woman to meet with a therapist. She has no idea what Radha Rama was talking about but she knows this speech was seven years overdue.

She also has to practice great restraint to not jump this woman’s bones.

Aadhya is saved from her thoughts from the servants that come to take her plate, and she smiles at them. “Thank you,” she tells them in English.

Once the plates are gone, she looks over to see Radha Rama, now lounging in her chair.

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” she offers. Radha Rama raises an eyebrow.

“You had no idea what I was talking about, don’t lie.”

Aadhya shrugs. “No. But as a fellow woman, I’m still sorry that happened to you.” She sees it again, that flicker of surprise in Radha Rama’s face. She presses her luck. “So who’s this brother of mine? Why haven’t I ever seen or heard of him before?”

Radha Rama just laughs again, and Aadhya tries not to instinctively smile along with it. The laughter is sharp and melodic, and goddamn Aadhya stop acting like you have a school crush-

“You spent the last few days with him and your birth mother, actually,” she says. Aadhya stares at her, then the realization hits.

The momentary elation of learning she has more family members disappears when she remembers the last time she saw who was apparently her biological mother. Of course Aadhya had known she was adopted her whole life, her parents had never shied away from that fact. Aadhya just had never bothered looking for her biological parents. Now, thinking about Amma’s accusing glare, about Deva’s complete indifference to her safety, she wishes she never found out. Aadhya doesn’t know how much Deva knew about her adoption, but there was no way Amma didn’t know Aadhya was her own family when she realized she was Krishnakanth’s daughter. And she still let them take me away.

Radha Rama watches with confusion, as Aadhya’s face falls. “You didn’t like them?” she asks incredulously.

“More like they didn’t like me,” Aadhya chuckles wetly.

Radha Rama frowns. “Why the hell not? What’s wrong with you?”

Aadhya wants to laugh again. How come this stranger, the woman who had kidnapped her, was treating her better than her own family?

“Well, it doesn't matter. Either he’ll come to rescue you once he finds out you’re his sister, or…” Aadhya looks up to see a glint in the older woman’s eyes. “Or Obullamma will get her wish.”

A chill runs down Aadhya’s spine. Stupid, she thinks. She had completely forgotten about the fact that there wasn’t much stopping Radha Rama from killing her, that the woman was very much capable of killing her if her stories of ruling were to be believed, and went and started crushing on her.

Radha Rama smirks at her visible fear, before calling for a guard to escort Aadhya back to her room.

It takes a while for Aadhya to fall asleep, but when she does, she dreams of Obullamma taking a knife to her face, gleefully slicing it open. In the background, she can see Deva watching it happen, face blank and body unmoving. The dream suddenly shifts, and she’s now on her back, she can’t move- why can’t I move?? and she hears the voice of a young boy in the background. She can’t make out the words for some reason but he sounds distressed, pleading. The dream finally shifts once more to the hospital room she stayed in for days. Aadhya notices her mother, lying on the hospital bed but not hooked up to any of the machines. She’s dressed in one of her regular chudidars, the pink one with dancing figures around the border, not the patient gowns Aadhya had last seen her in.

Her mother lifts a hand up to caress Aadhya’s face.

“Naa bangaru thalli [my golden daughter],” she says, her smile radiating joy. “You were the best gift I ever got.”

Aadhya smiles back, wishing she could stay in this moment forever.

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#salaar #ramaadhya #shorter chapter but we needed this before i got to the actual relationship and deva reunion #salaar fic

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itz-stus · 1 year

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Hello I saw ur Holi with Gojo fan fic. Can I request head canons for Gojo x wife reader where he is Japanese but has an Indian special grade sorcerer wife who surprises him in a black net saree with a back less blouse and has long Balck hair let down while they are going to a party. I am an Indian with long black hair and I really love net sarees and back less blouses

Thank you anon. for such a beautiful request. I absolutely no doubts at all adore it. Soo here are some headcannon.

Masterlist

That Girl

So first of he would absolutely be head over heelssss. Like yk that scene from om Shanti om with SRK and Deepika.

Just like that when you come out of the room all dressed up he will for sure whilst in front of you.

I am a firm beliver he would have hands all over youuu. Like the moment you are standing next to him he is going to have his of your waist or your back.

If you like jewellery like me soo if you ask him yo help you wear your necklace he will FOR SURE butterfly kiss your shoulder blade.

He will surely flirt and give suggestive comments not regarding who is in front of him.

And like the menace to society he is he will tease you at every single second. He won't let you go any where without him. He will most likely be around you and glaring at everyone.

In the party if their is couple dance he will most give the princess treatment and kiss your hand like he will kiss your wedding ring.

"Can i have this dance my princess?" Kissing you hand as he will pull you into his chest while his huge calloused hand wrapped around your wait slightly massaging them.

If you will be fighting the special grade curse like yk how in like history movies like tucking you Pala in like your waist if you get what I mean and like using your cursed energy then.

This man will fall even more after looking so perfect and still fighting holy you can't think.

So I also have a feeling that in some point of time he will pick you up bridal style like in Chennai express.

I think he will also go for some famous bollywood style flirting for sure.

Okay so this is out of context butt I really wanted to add this imagine it starts raining and you both are outside and he tries to pull you in shade coz he is like "you'll get sick" cause yk if your prone to cold like i am them yk the pain. But you pull him instead in the rain. You both dance your heart out your black saree stuck to ur body and his t-shirt also stuck to his and like you can see his entire body layout. Like slow dance or if you like the energetic kind then imagine like the the dance in 3 idiots the one in song Zoobi Doobi.

Okay here is the steamy part:

When you like come back home and as soon as the door will close he will grab your and and kiss you. Their will be very like steamy make out session.

I personally think that he will like not let you do anything and like he will be just Kissing and leaving marks on every inch of your body whole like taking of like the jewellery and like the safety pins from your saree.

Like think when he'll open the dori and teasing your neck sgjejddjfk.

#gojo fluff #anime x desi reader #anime #desi reader #gojo x desi reader #gojo headcanons #gojo x desireader #gojo x you #gojo x reader #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk x desi!reader #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #gojo smut #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo sensei #gojo fanfic

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enha-stars · 2 months

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I've seen a post on instagram about associating enha w indian movie characters and they said heeseung is would be SRK from Om Shanti Om and i cannot get it outta my head. That one scene where her saree gets stuck in his bracelet, all the talking to her poster and him being born as an actor in his next life AND him in deewangi deewangi w all of enha im actually gonna throw up bye 😭😫😭😫

AND can we just. Jake is kabir from yjhd change my mind. The flirting w lara, him being such a carefree party boy w a passion (im talking illahi), him just changing naina's whole life trajectory. 'Mujhe twins bhi banane aate hai' 😀😀

Jungwon as kabir from dil dhadakne do THROW ME OUT OF THE WINDOW literally so pure 😭 the carefree son of a rich kid w family problems and a queen of a sister. He just wants to fly planes 😭😭😭 his unhinged humor and the chaos lmaooo

i actually gasped and clutched my phone harder.

HEESEUNG IS SO SRK FROM OSO. the soft love struck wanna be actor that’s completely enamoured by her. he would be so excited during deewangi deewangi because friends!! and dance!! and singing!! i’m going to be sick. he’s so early 2000’s srk. ALSO??? HEE DURING DARD E DISCO?? shoot me

JAKE AS KABIR ENOUGH. BAAS. i actually laughed out of disbelief because this is PERFECT. he’s such a natural flirt with endearing aura. everyone wants him. ILLAHI AKSNSKNSNSNS 🗣️🗣️ i cant. i’m imagining the kabira encore part with him and his shiny eyes in black and oh, man.

JUNGWON AS KABIR FROM DDD OH MY GOSH. HE GIVES RANVEER KAPOOR VIBES. jungwon saying “auntie vo butter knife hai” would actually solve all my issues

you know what else would EAT? jake as rohan and sunghoon as abhimanyu from student of the year. LIKE, POPULAR BUILT JAKE WITH DADDY ISSUES AND POOR BUILT SUNGHOON WITH STRIVE AND PASSION AND THEYRE ENEMIES AND THEN BEST FRIENDS AND THEN ENEMIES. oh my god i need a sequence of jake and sunghoon and the song vele.

#ITS A NEED #WKDNSJDBJSDB WE COOKED WE ATE #i actually will not be able to sleep tonight #WDYM #NAH WHY IS ENHA SO DESI CODED #there are some idols that were def meant to be desi #I CANTTTTT #KAYZ WE ARE SO GENIUS #enhypen #enhypen x reader #desi engene #desi tag #kayz!#enha!asks #jay thoughts

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hand-picked-star · 2 months

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My 'KHEYALI PULAO'

(These are the snippet I wanted to see in IPKKND. After every rewatch, I just close my eyes and the scenes are flash through my mind like they are actual scene. I am trying to articulate them here for my future recap. so that I can read them later and also hoping that some day an AI app will come where I can input these scripts and a scene will produce from the app😁😁)

It's the evening of Anjali & Aman ji's wedding ceremonies. khushi was wearing a red saree with matching sequences and crystals all over it. she was looking ethereal. Her hair was curled at the end cascading down her back. she was standing in front of the mirror, looking at the jewellaries, confused of what to wear today. Arnav was looking at her from afar. he had a gift for his wife specially for today that would go with the saree beautifully. he stood behind her and removed the hair from one should to another and then he tied the necklace in her neck.khushi gasped with the combined effect of the sight of the necklace also the sensation of his fingers in her neck. Arnav's finger trailed down her neck to her back, toying with her dori. he kissed her shoulder, then her neck, then her ear,then he put a ear ring there. khushi by the time got her composer back.she turned around.

khushi: ap e jan bujh ke kar rahe hain nah?( accusing him with her eyes)

khushi: you are doing it intentionaly,aren't you?(accusing him with her eyes)

Arnav: mane kya kia?(grabbing the matching bangles on one hand and her wrist on another,he put a kiss on her pulse point and proceed to slide the bangle down her forearm)

Arnav:what have I done?(grabbing the matching bangles on one hand and her wrist on another,he put a kiss on her pulse point and proceed to slide the bangle down her forearm)

khushi:ap hamare khilaf sajeesh kar rahe ke hum late ho jaye.(getting close to each other, a slight movement and they would be kissing) lekin aj hum apko kamiyab nehi hone denge.(khushi nudged his nose with her and then pushed him away) Arnav, aj hum late nehi ho sakte, samjhe ap? hume dijiye(pointing at the bangles). hum khudhi pehen lenge.

Khushi: you are plotting against me so that I would get late.(getting close to each other, a slight movement and they would be kissing) but I won't let you be successful. (khushi nudged his nose with her and then pushed him away) Arnav,we can't be late today, do you understand? give it to me (pointing at the bangles). I'll wear that myself.

Arnav: (giving a long sigh, locking eye with khushi through the mirror) Khushi, you're looking like a dream right now. how do you expect me to behave?( with his husky voice)

Arnav: (giving a long sigh, locking eye with khushi through the mirror) khushi, you're looking like a dream right now. how do you expect me to behave?(with his husky voice)

khushi: try!!

Arnav: e to batao mera toufa tume kese laga?

Arnav: at least tell me how do you like the gift?

khushi: (looking dreamily at the green emrand and diamond necklace on her neck) bohot sundar hain.I didn't even want to think about the price.

khushi: (looking dreamily at the green emrand and diamond necklace on her neck) it's so beautiful .I didn't even want to think about the price.

Arnav: (kissing her head) you don't have to.(then turn around to get his phone) now finished getting ready. main niche ja raha hoon.sab kuch check karne.

Arnav: (kissing her head) you don't have to. (tyen turn around to get his phone)now finished getting ready. I am going downstairs to check everything.

Khushi: (looking back at her husband and giving a mischievous smile) waise, aj hume apko kala tika lagana chahiye.

Khushi: (looking back at her husband and giving a mischievous smile) you know I should put a black mark to you today.

Arnav:(frawing, giving her a questioning look)

khushi: (coming closer to Arnav and dusting his black serwani and playing his collor) you are getting hotter day by day, Mr. Raizada. akhir hamare sath rehte rehte ap bhi hamare jese ho hi gaye.

khushi: (coming closer to Arnav and dusting his black serwani and playing his collor) you are getting hotter day by day, Mr. Raizada. at last I am rubbing off on you.

Arnav: (giving The look at his wife)ab kaun late hone ki sajeesh kar rahi hain?

Arnav: (giving The look at his wife)now who is planning to get late?

Khushi: (giving him a soft smile with a promise to continue this conversation later,then she holding his upper arm,both of them proceed to get out of the room) ap niche jayiye, hum di ki kamre main ja rehe hain, dekhte hain ke woh taiyar huye ke nehi, larkewale atein hi honge. (then she became animated, talking with hand gestures) pata hain,nanhe ji bohot excited hain. kyuki iss bar hum sab milke dulha ka juta chura payenge.bohot maja ayega.thik hain. ab hum jatehein,ap bhi jayiye.(laughing together they went their separated ways)

Khushi: (giving him a soft smile with a promise to continue this conversation later,then she holding his upper arm,both of them proceed to get out of the room) you go downstairs. I am going to check on di,if she is ready or not.The groom's side will come soon.(then she became animated, talking with hand gestures) do you know,nanhe ji is very excited.because this time we can steal the groom's shoes. we will have so much fun.ok,I'm going now.(laughing together they went their separated ways)

#ipkknd #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #arnav singh raizada #khushi kumari gupta #arshi

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ramcharantitties · 2 years

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Barfaani raatein

summary- On a cold night of march, a man knocked on your door to let you know your husband, police officer rama raju was in hospital and you need to come. Only to find him flirtatiously high on his pain killers.

Ram x reader

sita's note- finally done with the fic that clogged up like, four more to come. Please enjoy ram being a flirt husband to his some months old wife y/n. special thanks to @rambheemlove @yehsahihai @infusedchaos i changed some of the plot because i didnt have any idea.

"Mrs. Y/n?" A white man knocked on your door, and stood back, waiting for a reply. The doors opened soon, revealing a woman in her 20s, green saree with red blouse. Her hair open and kohl deep and black. Red sindoor shining like parrot's beak. Her silver bindi shining like the moon.

"I'm sent by Dr. Victor, if you remember" his British accent wrapped his words like honey. She nodded smiling. Y/n met Dr. Victor when she was surfing for her own book in the bookstore and he recognised her- the Indian author of colonization crushing the creative country. Dr. Victor was her fan, immediately praising and reciting her work. To find such a successful physician reading her work, Y/n also linked a friendship towards the 30 year old man.

"of course. Is everything okay?" She clasped the metal handle of the door, unaware of the situation. If only her dear husband came home early, she'd peacefully leave to see why did Victor sent for her.

"it's your husband"

The silence that seeped in her mind made her deaf to whatever the man said. She shook her head to catch the last "-so you need to come with us." Y/n stood there like a statue. "I am sorry but, can you please repeat" she wasn't sorry. She was anxious, of all the things. The man sighed and nodded, slowly speaking.

"Your husband, officer Ramaraju, was caught in a bad riot. His head was split by a rock so he was taken to the hospital. Luckily Dr. Victor was there and recognised him, so he sent me to get you. Your husband is getting stitches so you need to come with us"

She was sure he didn't speak so much when the first time the man explained. Y/n felt herself nodding, grabbing her belongings, locking the door and leaving with him. Subconsciously. On auto. This wasn't happening anyways, right?

Y/n grabbed her shawl and tugged it closer when the cold seat of the car gave her an insight of reality. Her husband was in hospital, getting stitched beca- her eyes welled up, panic setting in. Ram was fine. He was fine. Just fine. The car stopped in front of a white building, and the driver pulled open the gate, following her in to lead her to Ram. At the second floor, she could see Victor at end of hall. She ran to him.

...

Victor caught site of you, your eyes glossed and cheeks wet. "Thank God you're here, Y/n. Your stupid husband won't get stitched because he wanted you there first" Dr. Victor said and you stood there, gaping like a fish. You peeked in to see his arms bandaged and blood on the side of his head. You gasped. "Tell him I am here, please" you asked the doctor and he nodded, going in the ward. About a minute later, the nurse shut the green curtain of the room.

You sat there outside on the bench, when you heard Ram's occasional grunts and groans. They started getting louder, at the point where he was taking your name over and over again to keep himself stable. Anxiety shot through you, and you would say it was butterflies in your stomach if it wasn't for the situation. You looked down at your hands, henna barely visible. Your tears pooled in the wrinkles of your hand. His name faded from your palm. It was an arranged marriage, two months ago in December. You were sure that getting married to a police officer was risky, but still went for it, as if you had a choice. You soon realized Ram wasn't that uptight, occasionally joking or spending time with you. If not a sudden leap to fall in love, you both were slowly exploring each other, finding a friend in a strange, lifelong bond.

A nurse came out, holding tray of bloody cottons. "You should be happy you are friends with Doctor Victor" she stopped by to say "Your husband made it too late to get stitched that we couldn't give him anesthesia. Usually the doctor would get really mad" with that the woman disappeared in the ward again, Ram's chanting playing in background. You fell back on the seat, wondering what went in his mind. The replay of your name was still going on inside, and you sobbed outside endlessly. Doctor Victor was right to call him stupid.

About five minutes later Doctor came out, stripping the rubber gloves. "Ram is either very brave or very dumb" He said and you smiled lowly. "I will give you some medicines and ointment after a while. We've given him some painkillers for now to subside the pain, so he will be a bit loopy. You can meet him though" You nodded and thanked him. Taking a big sigh, you made your way inside.

...

Nothing made sense. The slight pounding in his head was irritating and the only name that rolled of his tongue was his wife's. Y/n, y/n, y/n. Ram's source of comfort. His source of relief. His way of distraction. The woman walking in the ward. Ram called out for her and earned a smile. Her smile. He giggled to himself. Y/n sat beside him on the bed. "How are you feeling?" She asked and caressed his fluffy hair. Ram felt good. "Better" he muttered. Better that she is here. "Why did you wait for me to come? You should have gotten stitched as soon as possible" Ram followed her worried eyes, fixed on his wound. The tears that stuck to the spaces under her eyes. Ram teared up himself to see her crying. Her eyes flickered towards him, catching the glossy eyes, placing her hand on his cheekbone.

"It feels good when you are close" Ram nuzzled in her hand and the warmth sent electric shocks down her body. She could feel the aching smile and her cheeks warm. "My head still hurts" Ram muttered in her palm and she looked at the clotting blood. Ram heard her sigh, "Because they couldn't give you anesthesia." She said and caressed his head. "Do you even know you kept taking my name to get through the pain?" Y/n could feel Ram getting hot under her touch. She giggled at his speechlessness. "I thought you'd like to see me taking your name" Ram muttered and snuggled his face in her hand, avoiding his blushing cheeks and awkward gaze. You giggled looking away, muttering a soft, teary "pagal ho kya?"

A nurse walked in then, with a cold, steel tray, a large red bowl on it. "Mrs. Rama raju?" She asked in the ward and you turned to her, nodding your head. The woman in white and green placed the tray by Ram's bedside and left. You looked at Ram to catch him beaming. "What?" you asked, stirring the orange tomato soup. "Mrs. Rama raju" he muttered in his hoarse voice and you shook your head on his childishness. Ram tried to sit up, with his injured elbow and wounded knee. You sat up his pillow so he can lean on them. You picked the bowl up, scraping the bottom with the spoon to cool the soup. "Did you eat anything?" he asked and you nodded. "I was just going to make dinner when I got the news. I'll eat something at home, you eat this." You raised your hand to spoon feed him, the bangles clinking. Ram moved his head away. "You take some sips first" he said and you hunched down, tired. Not this again. "Ram, this is for you. I'll eat at home" you tried spoon feeding again, when he grabbed the spoon from you. Ram saw your mouth open to retort, but you kept quiet then. "What if they added something harmful in it? As my wife you should take care of that." His eyes met yours, the mischief slurring in them. Ram wouldn't even remember this next day, so you decided to bask in his playful remarks. "Fine" you muttered.

Ram moved the spoon in the bowl in your hand, and scooped the warm fluid up to your lips. You parted them, obliging. He took a longing glance at your lips, when you enveloped the spoon in your mouth. "I wanted to kiss you on our wedding night" The nine simple words sent you in a choking fit. You coughed, the bland soup not making it better. Ram smiled to himself, then pressed the glass water on table to your lips. Tears formed in your eyes as you glared at him, downing the cool water. Ram was snickering. 'What happened, Y/n?" Ram asked as you wiped your mouth. "Eat up" you ordered.

"Y/n?" Ram saw his doctor by the door when he finished his soup. Ram knew his wife was close to this man, a doctor she met when she went out. Y/n got up to see what Victor needed but Ram grasped her wrist. "Ram!" She exclaimed and gasped, looking back at Victor. "Let me go" she whisper yelled to find Ram just staring at her. Victor chuckled and came in the room. "Here are the meds and ointments. Apply these twice in a day and this once. And don't cover the wound, it needs to dry" Victor instructed and you nodded, one hand still in Ram's grip. "He doesn't need to be admitted so you can take him home in a while. I'll drop you two" Victor smiled and you nodded. "Thank you so much doctor, I'd be in so much trouble if it wasn't for you" Victor laughed and placed a hand on your arm, "call me victor only" you nodded, when a nurse called for him. Victor excused himself.

You turned to see Ram's eyebrows furrowed. You sat down, checking the medicines. "Brush your arm" Ram said and you looked at him confused. "What?" As soon as you sat back down, Ram brushed his hand on your arm where Victor touched, as if removing his touch. You gaped at Ram, an angry expression vivid. He settled back on his pillow then, satisfied.

...

You leaned back in Victor's car with Ram on the other side. His driver was in front as you waited for Victor to come from hospital. He said he'll be there in just some minutes. You were more than grateful of Victor, someone to help you out. You looked over at Ram, dozed of by the window. You took off your shawl and covered him up.

The front door opened and Victor climbed in. The loud shutting of Victor's car door shook Ram out of his sleep. He looked at you and back to Victor. Soon after the car took off Ram leaned in. "Excuse me" you were interrupted by Ram- why would he say "excuse me"? "Are you with the doctor?" Ram whispered in your ear. Did the pain killer give him memory loss? You shook your head. "Why?" you asked, and Ram gaped. "Are you free tomorrow?"

"Sure..?"

"Where will you be after work?"

"Our home?" You saw his shawl slipping and fixed it.

Ram's face was taken over by surprise.

"Why are you asking?" You were genuinely confused.

"You are very pretty" he smiled and you gasped, looking away. "I am your wife" you whisper yelled and Ram looked taken aback. He finally took the sight of the gold and black mangalsutra in your neck, the red sindoor up your forehead- as if they brought back his memories. Ram sat back on his seat, nodding. The dark lights outside did enough to hide your blush.

"Everything good?" Victor's voice caught your attention and you nodded. Ram caught you looking at Victor, smiling widely. He looked away, tugging your shawl closer. After about a minute of silence, the car stopped at the familiar place. You thanked Victor once again and stepped out of the car, made your way to the other side of car and helped Ram out. The chilly wind settled in your bones when his car passed by. Ram caught you shivering, your nose cold and fingers red. He opened the shawl and pulled you close in it, wrapping it around the couple in a cocoon. The warmth emitting from him warmed your cheeks, that's what you thought. You both made your way to the wooden door, smiling.

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omg omg omg this is SO specific to me and maybe no one else will get it but there's this thing i imagine luke doing bc he's a smooth lil shit

ok so for context im desi and in my culture we use kajal to line our eyes, and where i'm from specifically --south india-- to ward off the evil eye, ppl put a dot of kajal. like for ex, on brides and grooms you can usually see a black dot on their cheek, or it's common to put them on a baby's temple, etc. MY POINT BEING, i once saw this movie where the love interest saw his girl talking to another guy{who is interested in her but she doesn't know}, got jealous, went up to her and without saying anything gently wipes off some smudged kajal at the outer corner of her eye and presses it into her waist {she's wearing a saree so the other guy lowkey kept eyeing her bare skin}. and then she left with the love interest but do you get what i'm saying?? the casual possessiveness?? without being toxic?? and also being super hot all at once?? i just see luke as the kind of guy who would do that if reader was wearing a saree. i'm so sorry if this is ridiculously long and makes no sense or seems weird 😭😭

THIS IS MAKING ME INSANE???? i can so see him doing this it’s literally exactly as u described the casual possessiveness i’m on the floor😭 i’m gonna be going back 2 this for the next several days thank you for putting this image into my mind. (also what is this movie i need to watch it)

#i’m giggling twirling my hair #luke castellan #perrie’s asks #perrie’s anons

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Today I walked through the alleys of my hometown. I wanted to have a particular type of biscuits and not the ones which were available in the Kitchen. Thus I walked down to this small shop located a few steps away from my house. But the shop was closed. I was going to return back but then the Aajis who sit in the temple, singing their bhajan, called me. Its been a while since I talked to them. The Temple has changed a lot, they renovated it when I was in 12th grade but I was too busy back then preparing for CLAT, studying for boards that I never sat in the renovated temple. The temple was never a religious place for me you know, rather it was a Sunday picnic spot. A dongar-ka-paani, khaamb khaamb, kaanda phod, lappa chappi, mini lingorcha, playground. It was the place where I used to wait for my Rickshaw at 6:30 am on the wintry mornings, wear saree draped out of a chunri and get married to that one boy whose name I have forgotten, do the Taewondo thingy and spread rumors that I have enough power and skill to kill everybody in the town.

It was the place where I ate the offerrings offered to the deities and never felt bad. I talked to those idols while the Dogs barked and Sun took time to rise, I played with religion while the elders prayed (sometimes begged) their hearts out to that black, adorable tortoise. I was obsessed with the Temple's bell you know, was way too short, thus couldnt ring it with my bare hands. But I had found a stick of perfect length using which, the little Sau used to play with the bell while singing songs ranging from Chikni Chameli to Jana Gana Mana (Indeed, all with beautifully distorted lyrics). I am obsessed with flowers ever since I was a child. On weekends, waking up, collecting flowers from the nooks and corners of Sandesh colony, and making a gajra, and two maalas - one for the Saibaba at home and one for all the gods in the temple, was an integral part of my life. The 19 year old Sau says, she is non-religious, the 9 year old didnt know what does religious actually mean, but both of them would wholly agree to the fact that, some way or the other they both subscribe to the religion of flowers. Sometimes, when I liked the flowers that were offered to the Idols, I used to do a trade-off. I would keep my ordinary flower with them and take their rose or sonchafa or pink hibiscus. When anyone would scold me for doing it, I would, quite emohatically say, say, that, "Its between me and god." (Actually, that was the answer that Mumma told me to give to the hecklers. She has always been the best, I know)

Today, with anxiety medicines awaiting me in my pencil box, I thought to myself, " Ohh what an irreplaceable entity this temple has been!" After talking to those Aajis, I changed my mind and walked a few more steps to buy "Top biscuits." I was wearing a woollen knitted sweater and capri night pant, a kind of costume which I would never go out in, anywhere else on the face of earth. I have been wearing that pant ever since I was in tenth grade. I studied for boards, CLAT and now IPC in the very same piece of cloth. Sometimes I seriously wonder, have I stopped growing or what? Is tgis what "stagnancy" feel like. What if I am stuck in a puddle and now, unaware, unconcious, I have made it my world. But then, I this Uncle, who had pulled me up while I had fallen down while driving my purple scooty pept for the first time in my life, which gave me a smidgen of hope that I can at least drive a scooty without falling down forty times in a ride. I convinced myself that I am growing, slower than a balloon maybe, or ecen a cloud, but yes not stagnant yet.

While walking down that street, I could vividly see my childhood running like an animated movie infront of my eyes. Ohh I was a ruckus, a commotion back then. What all did I not do. All the streets, all the corners of those streets, all the houses on those streets and all the people who lived in those houses, knew my name. They kind of hated me. Not their fault, I was an unbearably notorious, an intractable child. How streets change, I thought. The place where there was a cherry tree, now holds within its bosom a two storeyed bunglow. I wondered, does that piece of land ever miss that Tree? Does it remember that I used to spend so much time finding a "good cherry" back in my salad days? I am a self-absorbed person, I thought. Does that land like that Bunglow? If given a choice, what would the land pick: Cherry tree or the Bunglow?

My biscuit excursion made me wonder, how arcane yet how simple it is that, no matter what, nobody stops. Actually, no body can afford to stop. Everyone is evolving, everyone has to evolve, evolution is not a choice. The choice to stay the same is also a kind of an evolution, if you think about it. Even the streets, even the electricity poles, everything had changed. Not holistically, of course (I mean they havent started painting it saffron as of now, might happen very soon but yeah), still everything bore a tinge of change to itself. I noticed how have repainted the "Danger" sign on the main electricity pole. While walking down from Tuition, I used to reread that "Khatra" written below a skull and two bones, everyday. I learned to read the term "Khatra" from that poll only. The cornermost flat, on the ground floor, of Chaitanya Apartments has made a compound, have installed a gate you know. It made me wonder, now where would all the street dogs sleep on the hot, sweltering afternoons. They even rebuilt the half-broken edges of the public waste bin on the way to my Tuition.

All that I observed, all that my approximately blind eyes could point out, stirred something inside. I was seeing something beyond those physical structures. All the abstractness that came back to me, while I walked down a half-dug, non-concerete, uneven rocky street, was not memories, neither nostalgia; rather it was a realization. Realization, that how, stopping and staring is possibly the most important thing to do, perhaps more important than inhaling and exhaling the polluted air, that a life is a wasted life where one didnt stop and aimlessly stared.

#desi academia #dark academia quotes #tumblr #life #love #desi aesthetic #dark acadamia aesthetic #deep quotes #heartache #cinema

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lingshanhermit · 9 months

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Lingshan Hermit: Buddhism is without borders

A friend living in the West once asked me whether Buddhism is applicable to the Western world, whether it's suitable for those raised in the ambience of a church, and how to integrate Buddhism with Western culture to make it acceptable to Westerners.

I counter-asked: Do Westerners have troubles? Do they get angry? If so, then Buddhism in the West will not be regarded as a useless thing, nor will it be disregarded.

Buddhism belongs to everyone, to every sentient being, regardless of whether you have yellow, white, or black skin, whether you live in the African rainforest or the Sahara Desert, in Beijing, Johannesburg, or Istanbul, regardless of whether you eat sushi, kimchi, or bread and butter, whether you wear sarees or kimonos, and whether you speak Chinese, Tibetan, an African dialect, or Malayalam. As long as you wish for happiness and hope to escape suffering, Buddhism will be helpful to you.

Outward differences cannot mask inward similarities. Everyone desires happiness, everyone possesses greed, anger, and ignorance, the targets of these feelings just differ. For instance, raw fish slices that stimulate the appetite of Japanese people might be hard to swallow for Chinese. Yet, Chinese people would salivate over Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. The objects that trigger greed, anger, and ignorance are different, but the emotions are the same.

People wearing kimonos and people wearing sarees are fundamentally no different; they possess the same greed, anger, ignorance, and all the weaknesses of human nature. As long as we have these emotions, we need Buddhism to level them out.

However, similarly, I do not believe that Buddhism needs no adjustments when it enters the West - of course, these changes are only in the method, the essence cannot be altered.

For example, when Tibetan Buddhism came to Han regions, many Tibetan teachers also brought along their lifestyle habits, some of which had little to do with Buddhism.

Some of the metaphors used by the Buddha in his teachings are rather cryptic today, and we might need to refer to a dictionary to understand what the Buddha was talking about. Some things mentioned in Buddha's metaphors have disappeared from modern life, but in Buddha's era, everyone was familiar with them, and using them as metaphors made it easier for everyone to grasp his teachings. If Buddha were alive today, I believe he would use familiar things to us for his metaphors.

What I'm trying to say is, in the West, Buddhism also needs to be explained in ways that Westerners can easily understand. The truth of the Four Seals can be told using things familiar to Westerners. You cannot change the truth, but you can change the way the truth is told.

For instance, in Tibetan Buddhism, when describing the merits of the Lotus-Born Great Tamer mantra, it was said: if you recite this mantra, you will get a lot of yaks and livestock. Obviously, this is a specific instruction for Tibetans living on the Tibetan Plateau.

If you describe the merits of this mantra to a Westerner who works daily at the New York Stock Exchange, they might not be too interested. They might even abandon the mantra, worrying about where to raise all these yaks they received (raise yaks in Manhattan?). In this case, the description of the mantra's merit should be appropriately adjusted, perhaps to: if you recite this mantra, you will earn a lot of money on stocks. For a Westerner working at the New York Stock Exchange, this would be much more attractive. You should understand what I am trying to express based on this.

In fact, unknowingly, Buddhism has begun to spread in the West. You might catch sight of Western lamas in Tibetan red robes, and more and more Western faces are appearing at various Dharma assemblies. This shows that it is not just us who need Buddhism, but also demonstrates the universal value of Buddhism. It depicts eternal truth. This truth is the same everywhere.

As long as this world still has greed, anger, ignorance, troubles, wars, as long as we still have jealousy and displeasure, Buddhism is necessary. The only situation where we could abandon Buddhism is when we all have achieved Buddhahood.

This article was first posted on the Lingshan Hermit blog on November 26, 2007.

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lishy · 4 months

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Bring back our Max

I told you that I would find someone else who would listen.

They pulled me out of bed. I was in a sound sleep and waking up to two strangers, at first, frightened me. They were nice but they also meant business. Two older Asian men; no smiles.

They drag me downstairs. I'm only on step two when I can see that the entire living room is different. The first thing that I notice is the new carpeting. Different shades of brown and tan, lush, asking to be touched. I escape their hold and drop to the floor. I push my nose into the pilings of softness and depth. She touches me on the shoulder. I stand up and try to talk but my voice is muffled. I lick my lips thinking that will help. The men have no interest in my words. I keep trying to talk and dig my bare feet into the carpet. They over power me.

The two Asian men finally release their grip. They walk away and I am now alone with this striking woman. An Indian woman in her sixties. She is dressed in a deep blue and gold saree. Her hair pulled back but flowing around her like slivering snakes. Both arms full of gold bracelets. She is stunning but I sense that she is also dangerous. As she pulls me into the dining room I notice that all our artwork has been replaced. I try my best to tell her to bring back the Max and Dali's. She smiles as she pulls on my right arm and drags me past the unfamiliar artwork on the walls.

She is wobbling her head and speaking her language. I can tell that she does in fact understand me but she responds in her language while her head moves from side to side. I see a window above the kitchen sink. How? I look through the window and see blackness. Is that outside? Is that inside behind the wall? Is this even real? She lets go of me. I have control, now, and start rummaging through the drawers hoping to find something, anything, familiar. No Luck. I am so confused but curious.

She is at the back door. No curtains, no blinds, no decorations. I've been here before, both in dreams and in real life. I look out the back door expecting to see the fence. No fence, only tall thick lime green grass. The grass crawls up the hillside to nowhere. Is the house up there still there? I can't tell. Where is my son? Where is my husband?

I am scared, lonely, still curious, where is everyone? How did I get here?

#liminal spaces #liminal dreams #saree #gold #pulling #sleep #curiosity

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mi4012dilumwarakagoda · 9 months

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Narrative Development, Pt 1

Draft 1

The World has two sides: Light and Dark; Light: Symbolizing hope, a dream, or something to grasp onto in darker times; while Darkness: Symbolizing Despair, a Nightmare, a Mystery, nothingness, or something that eats everything dear to us.

At first, you'd see a room of darkness and nothingness. At one moment, nothing: but sooner, a single candle was brought to life with a ray of light, so dim and colorless. Holding this single candle was a woman in a mask: the kind you'd call the Comedy mask, with its grinning more horrifying and unsettling in the light of this single candle, held gracefully over her chest. This woman walked at a slow pace, one foot at a time, as elegantly and as beautifully as possible. And sooner, the ray of light from that candle reveals another in this darkness; a young woman sitting in front of a worn-out mirror. She might have been 16, but her expression of despair, and colorlessness made her look like 30. The candle was set before her before another woman comes to her side: This one wearing the Tragedy mask, with its unsmiling expression getting bigger in this dim light.

Before these three were sets of makeup supplies, which the masked ladies gracefully and slowly used on the young woman's face. After a while of forceful makeup, one masked woman removed her mask slightly, only showing her dry and crusty lips before snuffing out the single flame.

Meanwhile, outside in the night, was a dark street; with almost no lights coming off from the buildings in the area, but the blue ray of light of the full moon lit up the street: still, the shadows hold so many secrets. It was a street your dark desires might be familiar with... Kamathipura: with men stumbling around, either drunk or gracefully held masked women, who wore those drama masks and were half naked with their breasts shining in the moonlight, within their arms before being called into the brothel as a siren calling out to a delusional sailor. There was no purity on this street, no ray of redemption: just another sinful world of man.

A car made its way through the street and stopped as before ramming a drunken man. Not to worry, it was just a bump. Just as this injured drunk groaned, a graceful figure in a pure white saree climbed down from the car: a figure the whole street suddenly turned to. In this dark street, this figure looked brighter than the full moon itself: a ray of hope, a dream, and something worth holding onto. She gracefully walked into the brothel nearby, avoiding the drunk who was still groaning. Every person on that street had their eyes on her graceful pacing and avoided her eyes as much as possible.

Back in the darkroom, no light, no purity... no hope. The young woman still felt the presence of the masked woman, their eyes on her even though it was pitch-black. But that sooner changed, for better or worse. A two-sided door opened, and light flooded into the room, revealing it to be a small, unclean room with one bed and a mirror table. Standing in the door frame was a figure with the moonlight bouncing off her white saree, making it look as if she was brighter than the moon itself. She came closer as the lights adjusted, revealing her beautiful face, wearing black sunglasses, and smiling with a hopeful expression.

"I heard you were feisty one. What's with the gloomy face?" Said this mysterious woman to the young lady, who has revealed in this graceful light that she ruined her makeup and was crying in a corner.

"I heard you bit Mr. Jagan. That isn't ladylike: not at all," said the woman in a white saree. "So, where are you from?"

The young lady did not reply, avoiding the gaze of the woman in the white saree as best as she can.

"Hey, I asked you, where you're from," The woman repeated, this time with a harsh tone.

"Ratnagiri," The young lady whispered.

"Hmm, and what brought you here, to Kamathipura?"

"Jameel brought me here," The young lady's eyes started tearing up, "He said he was going to marry me."

"Isn't that always how it starts? I was from Kathiawar, by the way, even though you didn't ask... I used to belong to a wonderful family-"

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arjaandsimoni · 1 year

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Snakes Along the Riverfront

The Ohio Riverfront, Newport

Stephanie huffed as she walked through the Newport riverfront with Stephy, the young boy eager as always to get out of his father’s house for multiple reasons. For one, the abusive nature of his alcoholic widower of a dad, for another it was the only time he could really let himself, well, be himself… or herself? He was still debating that bit. Loren still used ‘she/her’ but Loren could also bench press a Buick and if some politician used her to earn points with his base he’d be taking his teeth home in a bag.

While Stephy knew he could use magic now, he lacked the confidence to use it on his own. It was just easier with Stephanie backing him up. It was easier to do a lot of things he thought, glancing down at his outfit. A girl’s tank top, a loose black skirt, and sandals. He was terrified at first, but as long as he didn’t draw attention to himself nobody noticed, just another kid in the crowd.

Still, at least it was a nice night out this time. Isolde was likely still fuming back in Arcadia over the hedge beast’s destruction and after a scene that had left several cars smashed and several more upside down all along Madison Avenue they could use a quiet night. How the mundanes missed THAT one he’ll never know, he imagined glamour must have been involved somehow.

“I just…” sighed Stephanie suddenly, “I know where she’s coming from, but… I mean for me giving up my magic would be like you giving me back all those outfits I let you have.” she huffed, “… and your magic. It’s the djinn and the bottle. We let it out, can’t demand it goes back in.” she nodded.

Stephy thought about that, then winced and nodded, “Yeah… that… I definitely don’t wanna do either of those.” he replied, looking down at himself. It was a rather plain outfit, but the minute he’d put on one of Stephanie’s old skirts he knew he preferred them greatly over pants, jeans, or anything like that. Given the chance he’d wear them forever.

“Oh well… I got some of my allowance left, wanna check out the aquarium? Not much else to do out here since Barnes & Noble shut down.” she nodded. There were a few restaurants, but most of them were the kind of upscale places intended to draw the suburbanites and city-dwellers out and were well beyond a kid’s allowance, where the Aquarium could offer reduced admission for anyone under eighteen and got a tax break for doing so.

“Yeah okay.” he grinned, “Always like seeing the penguins swim. It’s more like they’re flying underwater really…” he nodded.

“Yeup, penguins can fly, they just gotta be in the water to do it. Kinda like you ‘n dresses.” she teased.

Stephy blushed, shoving her arm playfully as they got up and Stephanie took the admission out of her fanny pack, being rather careful to make sure the rest of the contents stayed hidden. Her ‘witch kit’ contained more than a few items that a young girl shouldn’t be carrying, at least according to adults anyways.

As they went inside a long slim figure silently crossed the roof of the aquarium, opening an air vent on top and slipping down inside it…

Meanwhile, Inside the Aquarium

Arja and her father were walking through the exhibits following his meeting with the executive board of Proctor and Gamble. They wanted to look into some business interests in India and needed premises to build and there was land available near his hometown of Jaipur that his family happened to own. The meeting was a pleasant enough affair for him, but for his daughter ‘excruciatingly boring’ might be a better way to describe it, nevermind she had to dress up to impress a bunch of old white men with his ‘lovely exotic little girl.’

She grumped at that, you think they’d never seen someone wear a saree before. Still, the wrap was back in the car and she was just wearing the red tube top and pair of baggy pants she wore under it with her sandals now. No more ‘prim and proper daughter to the powerful and important Rajesh,’ she could just relax for a bit.

Currently she was admiring a section of the aquarium set up to mimic the swamplands common to states like Louisiana where they kept their alligator exhibit. “Huh, so this is what the more rural parts of this country look like. Bet there’s some neat stuff to hunt here.” she grinned to her father.

Rajesh chuckled, “Indeed. I visited once or twice in my youth. Alligator meat is surprisingly pleasing to taste. Perhaps I shall have to find a local Cajun restaurant if we have time.” he nodded.

She nodded back and looked back down, then blinked. “Huh… hey where’d it go…” she muttered. The gator had been serenely floating near the surface, pretending to be a log as it would to lure in prey… then suddenly the water erupted in splashing and angry snarling causing the patrons of the aquarium to jump back in shock!

Arja tensed, staying near her father as slowly the water darkened… a coppery scent filling the air. “Oh no… did someone’s kid fall in?” she whispered… then the corpse of an alligator bobbed to the surface, its head floating up several feet away, and the screaming began.

“OH MY GOD SOMETHING TOOK ITS HEAD OFF!” came a shout from another visitor.

“Get the kids out of here! Someone call the attendants! What the hell just happened?!” came another as they tried to pull their loved ones back out of the exhibit.

Several kids began crying, more than a few were just stunned by the sudden brutality, but Arja wasn’t. The young Indian girl’s eyes scanned the water’s surface. She’d seen this sort of thing before back in India… “Dad… we need to get out of this exhibit…” she whispered.

Rajesh nodded to his daughter, “Yes, right no- LOOK OUT ARJA!” he shouted, shoving her to the left as he dove and rolled right with an agility that one might not expect from a well-dressed businessman as the water behind them erupted… and then the screaming really began!

Emerging from the water was a massive serpent, like a huge cobra, but with an all-too-human like face and muscular arms, a sword with a wavy blade gripped in its clawed hand crashing down right where Arja and Rajesh had been standing moments before! “DAMNED ALLIGATOR!” it hissed in fury, “Ruined my ambussssh…” the serpent glared, its yellow eyes locking onto Arja. “I’ll ssstill complete my tasssk… THE LINE OF THE VANARA KING DIESSS TODAY!” it roared, the long serpentine body bursting out of the water.

Arja glared, and the air around her seemed to shimmer in a heat haze. “A naga… you followed us all the way here?!” she snarled, flexing her hands, “Dad! GET BACK!” she shouted, and suddenly her teeth changed into fangs. She took a deep breath, bending backwards as her cheeks seemed to glow from within like she was holding a lit lightbulb in her mouth.

A moment later flames erupted down the hallway!

Further Back in the Aquarium

Stephy and Stephanie glanced at each other as people fled back through the aquarium tunnel, then the fire alarms all went off at once. “Well, that’s probably not a good sign.” said Stephy, glancing at his cousin.

“Yeaaaaaaaah, we should look into this.” she nodded, “But… be careful, remember what I told you about our magic indoors.” she warned, slipping her hand into her pack and taking out her silver dagger, holding it backhand, then rushing towards the source of the noises.

Stephy nodded, “Yeah, it doesn’t work as good if there’s no natural wind.” he replied, a bit anxiously, then followed quickly behind her.

The duo rounded the corner and skidded to a stop. The naga had wrapped its long snake-like body around the bridge through the exhibit, the other alligators having swam for cover as the flames erupted, and standing between it and an Indian man was…

“A monkey?” muttered Stephanie.

A golden furred monkey girl, sparks coming from between her fangs, her tail lashing behind her. “Who sent you?! Who has the BALLS to try to kill us in public like this?!” she snarled at the naga.

The serpentine woman hissed at her, “It doesssn’t matter child of Hanuman, NEITHER OF YOU WILL LEAVE HERE ALIVE!” it shouted, then quick as lightning it launched itself at her, mouth outstretched and fangs glistening, dripping with a green caustic liquid!

Suddenly, a loud whistle sounded and it ran face-first into the same wind-mine trick that had taken down the hedge beast! Its head snapped backwards with a pained cry as Stephanie and Stephy scrambled past it.

“Outside! Get outside!” she shouted to the man and his monkey companion, “We can help but we can’t fight as well indoors!” she nodded frantically.

The monkey girl looked at her in confusion, but a furious hissing sound got their attention. The attack had only stunned the serpent momentarily! “You heard her Dad! GO FOR THE EXIT!” she shouted as the four of them bolted for a nearby fire exit.

Rajesh shoulder-checked the door open and they all bolted out into the cool evening air scattering back as the naga erupted from the doorway a moment later. It didn’t care if anyone saw it or not, as far as it was concerned this was a suicide mission, but one it had accepted. It had made peace with that and trusted its next incarnation would be a reward for dying for its cause.

Stephanie nodded to her cousin, quickly putting her dagger back, “Stephy, transform! We’re outside, she can’t reach us in the air!” she nodded, the two of them spreading their arms as feathers burst from their skin, their knees snapping back as their legs turned into bird-like talons.

The naga’s eyes widened in fury, “Garuda?! HERE?!” she hissed, then narrowed her eyes, “… no… no you are not of their flock… what are you?”

Stephy blinked, “Garuda?” he asked, looking to Stephanie.

“Ask later fly now!” she shouted, letting out a bird like cry as she shot up into the air. “Stephy, stay near the man, I’ll back up the monkey!” she called to her cousin.

The monkey was just as surprised as the naga however, “Huh… western garuda?” she muttered, then looked back to the naga as it glared down at her. It reared back, raising its sword as the monkey snarled, conjuring a fistful of flames in each hand, before slamming its sword down as she rolled back, then pitched both fireballs at the snake’s face.

The creature dodged with uncanny agility however, “Pathetic! You cannot match my ssspeed!” it spat back at her.

“How about mine?” shouted Stephanie as she dove suddenly, her talons outstretched. They may be more like a raven’s than anything, but with her size they were good and sharp… and that naga had very large eyes.

The naga was caught by surprise, unable to dodge in time, and the talons bit home, slashing deep into its face!

“MY EYE!” it roared, glaring up at it as its hand clapped to the right side of its face, blood and ocular fluid seeping between its fingers, “I’LL FEAST ON YOUR FLESH, GARUDA OR NOT!” it snarled, only to meet a blast of flames coming from the other way as the monkey ran for a nearby tree. Quick as a blink she was up it and lept onto the roof.

“Hey! Red-hair-garuda… thing! Girl! Over here!” she shouted. Stephanie banked over to her and the monkey leapt, landing on her back with a loud oof from the girl as she wobbled in midair, then whistled to right herself. “Listen! I dunno what you are, but your magic is a lot like some friends of mine from back in India. Ever work with a fire-user before?” she asked.

Stephanie shook her head, “No, why?” she asked as Stephy circled over Rajesh, but it seemed the naga only had eyes for the monkey and his cousin now.

“Yanno how you feed flames with a bellows or a fan? Wind magic and fire magic can work together! We can take that thing down, but I’ll need your help… gimme wind and I can make a fireball too big for it to dodge!” she grinned.

Stephanie thought, then grinned back and nodded, “Got it!” she replied.

The monkey raised her hands over her head, conjuring a fireball as Stephanie hovered as best she could in midair, then let out a sharp eagle-like cry as wind rushed towards the flames. The monkey gasped and almost fell off as the fireball suddenly went from the size of a basketball to the size of a beachball, then kept growing. “HEY HEY NOT THAT MUCH! We’re not trying to torch the whole aquarium!” she shouted.

“S-sorry! I’ve never done this before!” she called back.

“It’s okay, this’ll do… just… FINE!” she snarled, then hopped up on Stephanie’s back and leapt, smacking the fireball down towards the naga like she was spiking a volleyball.

The naga hissed, but the area was open enough… it could still dodge! But then Simoni whistled sharply several times in succession, making a quick melody, and when the naga dodged right it slammed into another wind mine, which blew it into another, which knocked it into two more.

The stunned serpent shook its head, the sudden blasting back and forth rattling its brain. then the fireball landed and EXPLODED! There was a loud furious scream, the serpent’s body suddenly engulfed in flames, and it darted northwards! Howling in pain and anger it dove into the Ohio River, landing with a massive hiss of steam!

Stephanie caught the monkey’s hand in her talons, carrying her down to the riverbank, but there was no sign of her attacker. Either the naga had drowned, died of its burns, or fled to safety in the water.

“Well… that was new…” muttered Stephanie, shedding her feathers and scales and straightening up. “What the heck was that?” she asked the monkey girl.

The monkey frowned, then slowly her fur just… un-grew as her tail shrank back into her hips, her teeth going from fangs to normal human teeth. “A naga, one of the kin of Sulochana, daughter of the king of serpents. My ancestor helped kill her and her husband in a war centuries ago and they’ve held a grudge ever since. This isn’t the first time I’ve had one of them come after me, but they never did it outside India before.” she huffed, then looked at her, “Forget that though, what the heck are YOU? You fight like a garuda, but I’ve never seen one with red hair and black wings!” she said.

“Garuda? I’m a witch of Clan Fullmoon!” she giggled, then held out her hand, “Stephanie Fullmoon specifically, nice to meetcha… um…”

The monkey girl looked at her hand, then grinned and clasped it with her own. “Arja Barjar, descendant of Hanuman, King of the Vanara.” she replied.

“Huh…” blushed Stephanie, “Um, well… nice to meet you.” she replied. This girl was something else. She fought that monster without even hesitating, and she fought it well… and Stephanie could tell by her hands she was a good fighter, she felt athletic…

Arja glanced down, the girl blushing a bit herself, “You… can let go of my hand now.” she tried.

Stephanie blinked, “Buh…” the eeped and pulled her hand back, “Right right sorry! Just… still a bit shook up, never fought a naga before. I mean they’re not unheard of in the US, but its mostly just this one tribe of Hopi Native Americans and they live way out west of here and they don’t call theirs naga and…”

Arja chuckled, grinning at her, “Huh, so your country has them too…” she nodded, “Neat.”

Then suddenly Stephy swooped down, “Hey um… guys? Hate to interrupt but we got like a dozen cop cruisers and three news vans out there and a ton of mundys screaming about a snake monster and a fire-breathing monkey girl.” he warned, shedding his scales and feathers and changing back to fully human as well.

Arja and Stephanie winced together, “Yeaaaaaaah…” blushed Stephanie, “A giant explosion like that is hard to miss…” she muttered, “We should probably get out of here…” she nodded, “Um, nice meeting you though…”

Arja grabbed her wrist as she turned to leave, “Hey, Stephanie. Before you go… I’m gonna be in town for a bit and it’d be nice to, yanno, have someone my own age to see the city with. I mean, dad is great and all but, well, he’s a dad.” she shrugged. “And you’re a local, you probably know the best parts.” she nodded.

Stephanie blinked, “Uh… yeah? YEAH oh okay sure yeah!” she nodded, “Its summer vacation so I don’t gotta worry about school or anything, yeah sure!” she grinned back, fishing her phone out of her fanny pack as Arja got hers out of her pants pocket.

The two exchanged numbers, then Stephy glanced up, “Getting a looooooootta cops up there…” he warned again.

“Yeah, we need to leave, if we’re lucky they didn’t see us…” she winced, “Um… I’ll text ya when I get home?” she offered.

Arja nodded, “I’d like that.” she grinned back.

Stephanie hesitated, then nodded back, then she and her cousin rushed off down the riverfront on foot. Best not risk any shapeshifting with all the cameras around.

Arja watched he go with a grin and raised eyebrow, “… witch huh?” she smirked to herself. “Heard of witches, saw that Oz movie… didn’t know they could be cute too.”

Stephy and Stephanie slowed to a walking pace as they got nearer to the bridge between Newport and Covington, heading to the bus stop so Stephanie could get home without arousing any more suspicions from the locals. Finally, Stephy spoke up, “Soooo… care to tell me what that was?” he asked.

Stephanie didn’t respond at first, then seemed to snap out of a daze, shaking her head, “Huh? What?! What what what, er was? What what was?” she asked.

Stephy raised his eyebrow at her. “Steffi… your face is all red, and you barely noticed me when I landed and warned you about the cops. You’re usually the one telling me how to handle stuff remember?” he asked.

“Was I? I mean… it was just that naga and that Arja girl and all that… I’ve never seen anyone do stuff like that before and it just kinda threw me…” she replied.

Stephy nodded, glancing away, “Yeah, I thiiiiiiink it was more that Arja girl than anything else…” he replied.

Stephanie blushed bright red, spinning to face him, “W-what do you mean by that?!” she demanded.

Stephy smirked, “Steffi, c’mon… you’re standing next to a boy in a dress.” he giggled, “Do you really think I’m going to judge you?”

She glanced away, coughing a bit, “She was… just… I dunno… something about her just kinda… I dunnoooo…” she flailed her hands a bit, “Just… forget it…” she muttered.

Stephy grinned and slipped his hands behind his back, “Suuuuuuuuuure… sure. Whatever…” he giggled, thinking ‘so this is how it feels to be on the other side of this’ to himself.

That night after Stephanie got home she flopped into her bed, then picked up her phone and texted Arja's number.

‘Hay, want 2 go see a movie tomorrow? Sonic is still showing.’

After the longest ten minutes of her life so far her phone buzzed and she snatched it back up.

‘Sure! Txet me when u ready! :)’

Stephanie re-read it five times, then laid face down on her bed, pressed her face into her pillow, and took a deep breath. A minute later the tree outside almost blew over.

#supernatural adventures #modern fantasy #fiction #naga #lgbtq

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h-aknight5384 · 1 year

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Misa x Fem! reader

-Trigger Warning- Mentions of attempted su!c!de and SA

Red fills the line in my skin, not deep enough to do anything, but hurt. ‘I have to clean up and get to work. I don’t have time to try again, God knows I’m just going to get scared at the last second again.’ I wipe the little bit of blood from my wrist and put my watch over it. ‘I don’t need to burden anyone else with my personal problems.’ I wear a black crop top and jeans, wrapping a jumper around the little bit of my stomach that’s showing. ‘This top used to be my favourite, now I’m scared to wear it alone. I need to take back my body, and that means feeling comfortable in my own clothes again.’ I grab my cigarettes from my bedside table, phone and headphones off the chargers and leave the apartment, locking it behind me. Putting my headphones in, I start walking to the Taskforce HQ. Rain slowly starts coming down, it’s cold, but not bad. Everyone, save for Aizawa and myself, live their full time to make it easier for themselves, but I didn’t want to sacrifice my privacy for convenience so instead I get the fun, not-so-little walk from my apartment through the busy city aaalllll the way to HQ. ‘It’s worth it though, the cafe nearby is so cute and has a great atmosphere.’ I walk into the cafe and the sweet old lady behind the counter smiles brightly at me. “The usual, dear?” She asks me as I approach the counter, typing in the price of my drink. “608.17 yen, as usual, hun.” I hand her 620 yen, happily adding a tip.

“Thank you. You’re my favourite person. Keep the change, you deserve it.” I quickly tell her when she goes to hand me the extra. ‘You never know how one small thing can change a person's entire life.’ She hands me my drink and I leave, after saying goodbye. ‘You can never tell what someone’s gone through so it’s always good to treat people as kindly as you can. I wish other people did the same, I would have done anything to have someone say it wasn’t my fault or that I shouldn’t be the one feeling so ashamed. ‘Maybe it is my fault then. No! I wasn’t the one that did it. But I was wearing a singlet, maybe he got the wrong idea. Clothes don’t talk, I shouldn’t have to wear baggy clothes in the middle of Summer to feel safe. I accepted the drink he bought me, maybe that’s how he flirts? I said that I wasn’t interested outright, I didn’t lead him on, accepting a drink out of fear is not saying yes. It would be so easy to walk into oncoming traffic, would anyone notice, would anyone care?’

“Hey there, gorgeous!” A voice calls out to me, pulling me from my spiralling thoughts. “Yeah, you. Where are you going so fast? Come chill with us, we can have some fun.” The man, I’d guess maybe mid to late twenties, walks over to me and tried to grab my wrist.

“Um, I-I’m sorry, I have to get to work, I can’t be late” I stutter out, moving out of his reach and starting to run. I reach HQ in a matter of minutes and catch my breath before trying to get through the intense security Ryuzaki put in the building. It’s way too much, I get Kira is a threat, but I doubt all of this is necessary. ‘And is it absolutely necessary to have twenty-freaking-three floors in this place? What are they all even used for, I know Misa has her own, but I haven’t seen many of the others.’ I smile when I think of Misa, but quickly shake my head to clear it. ‘She’s with Light and I highly doubt she’s playing the same team as me.’

The main hall of the building is loud when I enter, Misa’s squealing at Light about something, who rolls his eyes and starts prying her off his arm. ‘Jerk, doesn’t even realise how good he has it. He gives me major misogynist vibes.’ I roll my eyes, ‘between guys like him and the ones that came up to me, it’s no wonder the world’s gone to shit.’ “Izumi. Are you okay? You look a little shaken up. Has something happened?” Ryuzaki asks me in an, unusually, kind tone.

I put on my best fake smile and do what I do best, lie through my teeth and joke about dying. “I’m good, I mean, I didn’t get hit by a car, but I’m good.” I fake laugh as best I can and the only one to laugh is Matsuda, though it’s clear he doesn’t know why. “Nothing, really? Damn” The rest of the room looks at me like they’re worried about me, even Misa stops talking to Light and goes as far as letting go of him.

“Stop lying, Izumi, I know the look of someone that just got harassed. You can tell us, you know.” Misa calls me out. ‘And here I was thinking I’d gotten away with it.’

“Fine, you got me, I guess. There were a couple guys on my walk here that kept trying to get me to go with them, I ran here to get away from them. It’s ridiculous how many people think that’s okay to do.” I give in, Misa nods in understanding, which I’m thankful for.

“I doubt they meant anything by it and look at your shirt, they probably thought you were a stripper or something.” There have been times where I’ve wanted to punch Light, however, right now I want to do far worse. ‘Looks like I’m right about him so far.’ The shirt itself only shows a little of my chest, but not nearly enough to be called ‘slutty’. Misa gasps at Light, I just roll my eyes and start walking to the steps.

“Yeah, sure. I’m going for a smoke on the roof.” I walk up the steps to the elevator and take it to the roof, the rain’s gotten worse, coming down in buckets. ‘I’ve always loved the rain. It’s so calming. I stay just in the doorway out of the rain, while I smoke. It would be so easy to just walk off the roof, the only thing in the way is a very small wall that barely goes to my knees. It’d look like an accident, too, especially with the rain.’

“I know what suicidal people look like, I was one.” I barely heard someone talk behind me. I spin around to where Misa’s standing behind me. “I’ve sometimes thought about ‘falling’ off the edge as well,” she air quotes falling, “but then I remember someone, someone I really care about, and I take that difficult step back.” ‘Great, now I’ll probably have to hear about Light again.’

“I don’t know why you care so much about Light, he’s attractive, sure, but he’s an absolute jerk to you.” I sigh, heavily, putting my cigarette out using the wet wall just outside the door. “How do you handle caring about someone who doesn’t feel the same way? I need the advice.” I awkwardly laugh. ‘How do you ask your crush how to get over them without them knowing who you’re talking about?’

“I wasn’t talking about Light. Your watch. When we first met it was on your left wrist and it was on there for a few months until suddenly something happened, you didn’t come in for two weeks and when you did, you looked different. You started wearing your watch on your right wrist, it was tighter and it hasn’t moved even slightly.” She points out things I hardly even noticed myself. ‘Was I really that obvious about it?’ I slowly remove my watch, shoving it into my back pocket. The cut is still red and little droplets of blood had appeared at some point. Misa takes my hand, gently, lifting it to her mouth and kisses the cut. “I love you, Izumi. Light’s popular, good for work, but you’re right. He doesn’t care. You do though, and I think that you would be even better for me. Come one! You’re taking me to a movie now!” She squeals and drags me back into the elevator.

#DeathNote #light yagami #L #Lawliet #Misa #MisaAmane #MisaxFemreader

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ironmanufacturer · 2 years

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I get all my crafting material from this online store

How to Sew Sequins and Beads on fabric I am guessing that you love beading as much as I do that is why you are here. I am glad that you found this article as in this tutorial, I will teach you the simplest method to sew sequins and beads on Industrial Ironing Equipment Manufacturers fabric. I use this method to decorate small fabric Christmas trees during Christmas. I also use it to create designs on my apparels like sarees, suits, top, skirts etc. You can use this method to decorate any dress, you can also ornate your shoes, bags and craft projects. So, just tag along to learn something exciting and creative. Materials you need: Beading Thread Beading Needle Centre Hole Sequins Seed Beads Fabric Step-by-Step Instructions Step 1:Pass the thread through the eye of the needle.

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jaanedil · 2 years

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Hema Malini in Johny Mera Naam - Costumes by Bhanu Athaiya

#hema malini #bahnu athaiya #bollywood #Hema Malini could serve us any look #where can I get this black saree ??#this is a hema malini and bhanu athaiya appreciation post #not supporting the romanticized harassment in these music videos #and please ignore Dev Anand in the first gifs #and the low quality it was so hard to find good material #and honestly I needed a lot of time till I understood the plot of this movie #but kishore kumars/asha and latas voices are unforgettable #when I say I miss 'old' songs I dont mean the underlying misogyny #I mean that the songs felt like the dialogue moving the story forward or showing us a character development or even just a emotion #am i am the only one who starts to listen to old songs when I am not in the mood to listen to my current playlist #bc of quarantine I am even listening to old Govinda songs #myedit #jaane queue ya jaane na

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ramcharantitties · 2 years

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Resham ka

Ram x reader (nsfw)

summary- Your clothes were itchy, and you wanted to wear one of your husband's lose clothes. What you didn't know was that it was one of his hidden fantasies

special thanks to @infusedchaos and the one Loki imagine I read 10 months ago

You finally picked up your plate and kept it in sink, washing your hands. The day was just as simple- got up early, made tea and breakfast, served breakfast for Ram and yourself, chatted about the day, bathed, went to finish your papers while Ram left for work, had lunch and made dinner for Ram and yourself, with other chores in middle.

But there was only one problem. Your blouse and skirt were tight. Maybe it was because your usual tailor put someone else on work, or used your old measurements for the pieces. Whatever it was, the itchiness and stiff shoulders were not helping and only irritating more.

You looked at Ram, reading another book, rocking right and left on his chair. The circular lamp glowed silently, the one he kept on so you can sleep peacefully. You stood behind him, unwrapping your saree.

You quietly laid down on the bed, wondering if you should just take off your blouse. But then you will have to sleep with a blanket and it was already too hot. The itchiness wasn't making your position any easy. You looked at Ram then. He was wearing a t shirt, and oh, how you wished to wear something loose and light. Ram had a lot of old shirts in his closet, and you sat up on your elbow with an idea.

You got up from your bed, Ram still engrossed in his book. You creeped up behind him, your hands on his shoulders. He didn't even look at you. "Ram?" you called out. You got a half hum in reply. "Can I wear your old shirt tonight?" You got a hum in reply again. You skipped to his cupboard, taking out an old shirt, taking of your blouse and wearing the shirts.

You finally let out a heavy sigh of relief and walked back to the bed- when Ram finally looked at you. "Oh" he muttered and you turned around, your cheeks red. "What?" you asked, sitting down.

Ram's eyes trailed on your figure. The shirts were bigger for him too, but you looked like a mouse in them. He really wanted to see where till it reached though- see how you look only in his shirt. "Isn't the, skirt tight?" He sat back, rolling the chair to face you. "Yeah?" you asked. "Take it off na" he said, running his tongue over his lips.

"Ram I will be in nothing then" you said, half wondering his idea. "Arey, you will be in my shirt then" he smirked. Your eyebrows furrowed, questioning his intentions. Until you realized, he was turned on by seeing you in his shirt. You shook your head. "What if someone sees?" you asked, getting up. "No one will see yaar, it's so late, who will come at this time?" he urged.

You walked to where you kept your saree, undid the knots and took of your skirt. Ram inhaled behind you. You wore nothing but the simple black glass bangles, anklets and mangalsutra with gold loop earrings, your hair open. And of course, the shirt. It reached till just above your knees, the sleeves hanging off your shoulders like cloth on a hanger. He was amused.

"Are you going to sleep now?" Ram asked and you nodded. "Come here" he said, and you walked to him, your hands on his shoulders. He held your waist gently, looking up at you. "Sleep with me" he said and you chuckled. "I sleep with you everyday" you bent down, kissing his nose. "No like, here" he said and you looked at him. "Ram this is a chair" you said and he nodded, "it will break" he furrowed his eyebrows. "Just try once" Ram asked and you sighed. You turned to your left, sitting down on his lap when he stopped you.

"Not like this" he said. Ram pulled your left leg apart, a small shiver at his hand touching your thigh. Then he sat you down on his lap, your legs on either side of the chair. "Ok" you said, your hands coming around him. "This is, comfier" you finished and he smiled. You kissed his nose again, his cheeks warm.

His hands came around your waist and trailed down, caressing your ass. Ram's movement made your cheeks blush bright red and you hid your face in his shoulder, erupting a chuckle from him. "Y/n?" he said and you hummed in his shoulder. He rocked his hips forward to get comfier and a small gasp left your mouth. "Do you want to try something?"

"What?" you looked in his eyes. "Well, you just have to sit" he said and your eyebrows furrowed. "i am sitting?" you asked, leaning back to straighten yourself. Your back found the edge of the table and you leaned on it. "yeah but, sit, on it" ram said, a blush growing on his cheeks too.

"On the table?" you asked, getting up. Ram grabbed your waist again, slamming you back in his lap. "No! On my co-" your eyebrows raised in surprise and delight when he didn't finish his sentence. Ram, embarrassed, mused at your smile. "So I have to just sit on it?" Ram nodded.

"One more, come on" your husband, your dear Ram was a lying scum. He said you will just have to sit on it, so you did. You slid down on his girth wordlessly, and he held you there, until he started his little ministrations.

Right now you didn't understand how you got in this situation, crying, limp in his lap- all because of his shirt. "You've only came five times, jaan" he looked in your wet eyes, and you shut them again, hiding and whimpering in his neck. "One more then we will sleep" he said and heard you whine. "I-i want you" you moaned when Ram already started circling your abused, puffed clit.

You held his collars and grinded on his cock, rock hard inside you, when he hissed. "I said no moving" he rasped in a stern tone and you nodded, tears wetting his shirt. From all the previous attention to your sweet little cunt, you were already nearing your high. "Ram, please, I am" you couldn't even finish your sentence, when tears streamed down the side of your face and the coil in your body snapped. Your toes curled and your fingers grasped his shirt, finding anything to not lose yourself.

Ram hooked his arms under your knees and picked you in one motion, laying you down on bed. Still inside you, he grabbed your hips and pulled himself out completely- only to slam back. Your back arched, hands losing all power as you tapped on the bed.

Ram mercilessly snapped his hips in you, the shirt you wore only adding to his fantasies. He saw the pool of white you made on the base of his cock, and felt his own high coming. You screamed for his name and he couldn't help moaning yours too. The room smelled of candle and sex as he sucked on your neck, coming. After your seventh orgasm he finally calmed down, cuddling your fucked out figure with nothing but his shirt on.

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