#why the fuck people expect them to be arnav khushi

[laad-governess]

What the Fuck is wrong with some people of IPK fandom?! Seriously, few questions of the PeepingMoon interview sent by FANS for Barun and Sanaya were so weird! Barun is absolutely valid, "What do people think, we're always sitting here planning our screen life?"

What kind of question is, "Barun, Why did you marry or Will you accept me Sanaya or I will divorce my husband for Barun!!!!"

It's alarming that even adults can't differentiate between Reel and Real! It's your problem if you haven't come out from Arnav Khushi! We immensely love them hamesha™ but why you'd fetch the Real people! Tbh it's infamy for our fandom!

Yaar you think they'd answer, "yeah when we hear Rabba Ve, a gust of wind blows and Kuch Kuch Hota Hain! We reminiscence of our old memory about how Rabba Ve used to play everywhere and Suhaag raat pe bhi itna maja nehi aata jitna Rabba Ve karte huye aata tha"

For your peace Barun apne gharpe Rabba Ve lagwaya hai, jab jab Pashmeen nikalti hai aur Barun sees her and touches her, everything feels Rabba Ve😼 Mil geya jawab! Be reasonable PLEASE!

And Yay I'm forever in awe of Barun and Sanaya's Wit and Honesty. I understand they're often misunderstood because of their veracity and stamped rude as people seem to expect some farce given by most of the celebs as if they were like the character they played, they love and remember their character, they'd like to snatch some good traits from their character and all, whereas the Whole IPK team seem to be gutsy af to manifest their idiosyncrasies. Specially Barun Sobti's sense of humour made those silly questions worthwhile, he had me in fits.

Be thankful that he ain't the actual ASR otherwise instead of playful replies, aisa questions puchneke liye First floor se nehi helicopter se niche phek deta 😼

Anyways, the interview was extremely delectable <3 Loved it 💞

Aabhaas's Mehtaphorically ranks 1

PeepingMoon ranks 2

Griha ranks 3

Aabhaas reunion live was the best thing that could've been happened on 10th anniversary IMAO

#I'm here to vent and rant #so frustrated yaar #why the fuck people expect them to be arnav khushi #get a life #dumbassery ki bhi seema hooti hain #you know how talented they're so go watch their new shows #that'll be the best way to express your love for them #but nehi #shaadi karni hai tere naal #I feel embarrassed #people are calling aabhaas's union nonsense!! #whereas he clearly said that's how they are #they wont behave as per your sweet will #love them as they are #10 years of ipkknd #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #ipkknd #barun sobti #sanaya irani

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There’s More To Her #7

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If Payal and Akash were not romantically linked, and if Arnav and Khushi did not have the feelings (which they vehemently denied) for each other, then Akash and Khushi would have been the perfect match.

Three discussions of Salman Khan’s five films, one argument about Delhi’s transportation system, two unending apologies regarding the argument, and a final agreement on Indian music’s rapid declining state summarized their one hundred and twenty four minutes conversation.

This was a problem neither Arnav nor Payal had foreseen. One’s cousin loved to speak. The other loved to listen. Payal had long left the room, tending to Bua ji’s infinite questions on where the girls had been. Arnav finished his final notes, stood up and grabbed Akash’s phone out of his hand.

“Bhai! Khushi ji was telling me about how Pritam copied Teri Meri’s tune from a South Korean song and it’s disheartening because how the track is so wonderful, especially with Rahat Fateh-”

“-where are you taking Payal for a date?” Arnav cut in. Akash’s mouth opened and closed, like a fish.

“Oh.”

“Oh??”

“-aur Akash ji,” Even though Akash’s phone was not on speaker, Khushi’s voice rang out loud and clear, “-Rahat ji’s voice evokes a true pain so imagine my horror when I learnt the song was copied-”

“-Khushi Kumari Gupta, is this your plan to not get Payal on a date with Akash?” Khushi choked, gasped, turned red in mortification and huffed. How dare he think this is what she wants? And how can he always be so wrong about her? If Khushi had a list on the number of times Arnav misinterpreted her actions - it would match the salary of an average employee at AR!

Khushi grumbled and popped a channa in her mouth, “Aap-”

“Haan main. As usual Akash overestimated your capabilities and told me you had more than enough EQ to help him find a location for the date,” Akash tried to get his phone back, but one glare from Arnav and he was back on his seat. Never underestimate the power of a raised eyebrow and side eye.

“You always meet my expectations with your fruitless conversations.” Arnav scoffed, his files and Akash forgotten.

“Aap!-” Khushi glowered.

“-I should have warned Akash about your IQ instead. I’m sure with your channas, jalebis and bollywood music, you missed out on helping him out.” He said. Khushi stopped herself from eating a channa, cleared the empty plate of jalebi from her table and held her phone in a tight grip.

“Aap-” she began.

“Khushi, it’s established that it’s me.” Arnav rolled his eyes.

“Aap!-”

“Can we move on from aap? I think it’s better to set up Akash and Payal’s date at the AR head office.” If, Khushi’s God forbid, Akash and Payal were to go out on a movie for a date - it would mean that he and Khushi would have to watch that film too.

Trusting Akash, Payal and the overwhelming influence of Khushi Kumari Gupta, it would be a Salman Khan film.

Arnav winced in advance for that shiver that would crawl his spine at the thought of a shirtless Salman romancing a woman twenty years younger than him on a copied Bollywood item song with the crowd hooting on the screen.

Except, the prospect was tolerable, his spine did not shiver but something else did at the thought of sitting with Khushi in proximity, in the dark, for three hours.

“Hmm… it’s a good idea.” Her agreement brought Arnav out of his thoughts.

“You... agree?” He tried his hardest to keep his surprise at bay.

“It’s better to meet in the office. There’s no risk of running into anyone else, and it’s a comfortable environment for Akash ji. Also, AR’s studio can be set up for their date-”

“-the studio is not your playground.” Arnav warned. Khushi rolled her eyes.

“Arrey! I didn’t even say that I would decorate but now that you’re suggesting…” Khushi paused, muffling a chuckle as Arnav swore his ‘what the-’ on the other end of the phone.

“If you first planned on them meeting at the canteen or in Akash’s office, then I’ll decorate the studio for them.” Khushi challenged.

“I did not think of the canteen first,” He bit out. Contrary to popular opinion, Arnav was not a nitwit in romance. His first idea was Akash’s office, second was the canteen.

“So you planned it second?” Khushi asked.

“What the fuck!” He snapped.

“Haw! Fine, apart from two leather chairs - by the way you should stop buying leather chairs! As a multi million dollar company do you realise what message you’re giving for the environment? Animals are also-”

“Khushi. Date. Focus.” Arnav sighed. Khushi and derailing a topic were one and the same. Yet, Arnav shot a quick text message to Aman that said something like;

Arnav: Replace leather chairs with faux leather.

Aman: Ok, do we publicise going animal friendly?

Arnav: Don’t ask stupid questions. Yes.

Aman: Same for our clothing lines?

Arnav: Yes.

Aman: Who recommended this?

Arnav: Do you think I’ll change everything based on one person’s opinion?

Aman: Should I get fired?

Arnav: Was your answer yes.

Aman: Yes.

Arnav: You’re fired.

Aman: See you tomorrow.

“Arrey, are you even listening to me. Laad Governor, as if he will change anything!” Khushi grumbled, forgetting she was still on line. Akash checked in a choke at the nickname. He was also quick to bury himself in the lookbook before Arnav could shoot a metaphorical and literal dagger at him.

“What did you call me? And Khushi, you don’t really know me.” Arnav argued.

“So you weren’t planning on Akash ji and Jiji sitting on a round table with nothing apart from two chairs and two mineral bottles on the table?” Khushi drawled. She was granted with a five second silence.

“What… are your plans for the studio?” He asked.

“Give me Aman ji’s phone number.”

“What the-”

“Anyways you’re going to delegate work to him na?” Khushi countered. Arnav dignified her question by ending the call. While Khushi spent two minutes cursing him and his blasted manners, Payal walked up to her with their cell phone.

“Khushi, who’s this Aman Mathur?”

---

Three days later, thanks to Preeto’s pre engagement lunch party - a western and a ‘Hai Re Nandkisore’ concept according to Bua ji - Payal and Khushi were able to sneak out for the date. Shyam had stopped Khushi, offering to drop her at Preeto’s house. When he realised Payal was going too, his smile tightened and he remembered a case he had to attend. Nowadays Shyam seemed to be burdened by a lot of cases for he was rarely home.

For some reason it gave great relief to Khushi. Something was off about that man.

“Arrey Khushi!” Preeto ran down the stairs and grabbed Khushi into a tight hug. Privy to the little secret, she gave a wink to Payal and ushered them in.

“You’re looking beautiful Payal di.” Preeto whispered.

The plan was set - Preeto’s mum would see that the girls are sitting and enjoying the party and just as the other girls would come in, Khushi and Payal - having forgotten their ‘gift’ - would head out to the ‘market’.

Then they would get lost, in finding the perfect gift, and return a few hours later. After that, they’d have evening snacks together and head home.

“Okay, now chalo.” Preeto said, but she found a gift of glittered bangles in her hand. It was not cheap.

“Khushi?” Preeto hugged Khushi, tearing up. Payal finally understood why Khushi slogged an extra few hours at tuitions this week. Khushi couldn’t keep her own tears at bay. An engagement should be celebrated with utmost happiness.

“Preeto, do you think we’d leave without a gift?” Payal smiled. In a way both Khushi and Payal’s consciences were soothed from lying to their family. They, in a way, were really a part of Preeto’s party. Through the backdoor, the sisters held hands and sneaked into an auto, waving at Preeto.

---

Payal had only heard stories of the AR office. Now, staring at the ten storey glass building her heart hammered loud. Even though she had visited their massive house and been in his exclusive Mercedes, Akash’s presence had dulled her senses to how rich they were.

It finally dawned on her that these people had businesses worth millions. Frequented countries like the way she walked between her house and Lakshmi Nagar bazaar. That Akash, truly was a Raizada. He was wealthy beyond her imagination.

Khushi’s smile fell as Payal rapidly paled, stepping back from the glass doors.

“Jiji?” Khushi touched her shoulder, Payal grabbed her hand.

“Khushi, hum yaha kya kar rahe hai! What are we doing here? Our statuses are very different. We won’t be compatible by just two cups of tea.” Payal was on the verge of tears. Suddenly the shiny purple salwar kameez, the one she saved for special events seemed cheap.

Manorama, for all her crassness, had been honest.

Payal and Akash belonged from different worlds.

Akash and Arnav stopped at the first floor, seeing a shocked Payal and a crestfallen Khushi at the reception. They were not expecting this.

“Jiji, they come from the same world as us. We aren’t different.” Khushi led Payal to the visitor’s chair and they both sat down.

Payal shook her head, “No, when you told me a car was about to run you over in a parking lot I thought you were being your blind self. I didn’t know that their parking lot was four times the size of Bua ji’s house.”

“Jiji, five hundred people work here, they can’t just have Happy ji’s garage - which is in full capacity with one SUV and Bedi uncle’s scooter.” Khushi soothed Payal.

“Khushi, Akash is way out of my league.” Payal told Khushi.

“Why? Because he and his family earns a lot? But they’ve worked hard for it, like Babuji, like us.”

“Khushi, they won’t understand us-”

“Bas Jiji. They will. This is not inherited money, they’ve earned it. Like Babuji. If you say there’s a difference of intellect, education and business skills - I’ll agree. But differences in values, culture and ethics - then no, you’re mistaken. In most companies brothers fight for power, but there’s no rivalry between Akash ji and Arnav ji, you know why? For the same reason why there’s no rivalry between us.” Payal looked up, surprised at Khushi’s confidence.

“Now will rich people stop marrying normal people because they earned money? Ok, if you were marrying that Liza ji’s brother then I would, gladly, commit suicide.” Khushi shivered. Akash and Arnav exchanged a look - they shared the same sentiment.

Khushi never hated anyone, but she detested Liza from the bottom of her heart. Her snootiness, disrespect for money and humans alike, plastic smile rubbed Khushi wrong. And the way she had embraced Arnav, calling him ‘Arnie’. It bothered her then, it positively disturbed her now.

Payal cracked a small smile then frowned, “But the people they surround with are rude.”

“I agree. Some of them, their colleagues and they themselves are mean. But Jiji, if you spent even one day with Sim and Pam then you’ll also begin saying what-the-what-the-what-the.” Khushi explained. Akash glanced at Arnav, who remained expressionless, except for the slight curl of his lip.

“And you, if you want, plan on marrying Akash ji - not the people he surrounds himself with.” Khushi said. Payal brushed away Khushi’s humor.

“But-”

“Jiji, I know people are important. I know our status difference, their wealth, all of that matters but what means the most is that you love him. I don’t have the answers for everything. If you’re bothered by the people, you need to tell him so as to you both can work on it. If Akash ji expects you to immediately fit in then you need to make him see that by just adding a Raizada in your surname you won’t immediately turn into a woman who’s always lived in wealth.” Khushi held Payal’s hand.

“That’s why you wanted time. And that’s why he agreed. If you want I can find you a man who’s of the same status and community, but let me tell you something - nothing replaces love.” Payal looked at the scar beneath Khushi’s ring finger. They all believed in superstition. Khushi had always believed in love.

Khushi’s engagement and scar was inauspicious and loveless.

“Whenever you have these doubts, think of marrying another man. Your heart will tell you the truth.” Akash smiled at the advice. Arnav gulped, the knot in his chest becoming tighter with every passing day.

“You and Akash ji need to make it work. The easier it is to form a relationship, the more difficult it is to sustain it - yet the more worth it is. Acknowledging differences is the first step.” Khushi pulled Payal to her feet.

“Now are you feeling confident or not? Even the handsome Chulbul Pandey married penniless Rajjo because they had one thing in common - fearlessness.” Khushi gushed.

“Is he her neighbor?” Arnav asked Akash.

“Who?”

“The Pandey she’s talking about.”

“Oh, Chulbul Pandey. No, he's a character in Salman Khan’s film, Dabangg. And Rajjo was Sonakshi Sinha. The film was directed by Abhinav Kashyap and,” Akash stopped, realising Arnav was staring at him.

“No Bhai, I don’t watch Hindi films… woh, Khushi ji told me about this.” Akash turned red and looked at his shoes. Arnav narrowed his eyes to slits, vowing to show Akash better films.

“But life is not a film Khushi, what if it doesn’t work out in the future?” Payal asked. Akash and Arnav waited for Khushi’s reply.

“And what if it does? Jiji, how can you find answers to a future you haven’t lived? Everything might not be perfect, but you can only be upset if you’ve not given your hundred percent.” Khushi advised and removed a handkerchief from her purse.

“When did you grow up?” Payal smiled and took the handkerchief. Khushi gave her a half smile and fisted her hands. Off late she has had to grow up. Whether she liked it or not.

“Bhai, thanks for the studio, especially on a Sunday.” Akash said.

“Do me a favour and make this work. She’s a woman who will only love you for who you are.” Arnav cracked a half smile.

“Khushi, am I looking ok?” Payal straightened her kameez.

“Mind blowing! In fact you look like Sonali Bendre from Sarfarosh!” Khushi held out her hand. Payal grasped it, her nervousness and excitement blending into one ball of mess in her stomach.

“I’m guessing Sarfarosh is another Salman Khan-” Arnav began.

“Aamir Khan.” Akash corrected, straightening up his jacket as Payal and Khushi entered, “And Khushi ji must be referring to the purple salwar kameez right before the ‘Jo Haal Dil Ka’ begins playing.” But to him the color matched Payal better. It took him a second to realise Arnav was, again, staring at him.

“N-no, I mean…” Akash blanched. He had a reputation to protect before his brother and his knowledge of his Hindi films was not helping.

“If you tell me Khushi told you this,” Arnav stopped as Akash left him behind, staring at Payal in unabashed admiration. She had walked right under the chandelier, the light sparkling on her dress and jewelry.

Akash swallowed hard, staring at the woman who made every young fantasy come true. That one day there would be a woman for whom he’d forget everything else.

At the edge of Arnav’s office, Akash stared down at Payal who looked up at him in equal parts of wonder and adoration. In a small, forgotten corner of her heart it felt like she was visiting a palace. Standing tall and high above her, in a crisp white suit, with shadows and light casted on his handsome face, Akash was nothing short of a prince.

Arnav and Khushi stayed in the shadows, regarding the other in their silhouettes and gazes. She had worn an all white salwar kameez, the one she wore at the Dargah. He was in all black. With awareness, a heaviness sat in the hearts. It had been long since they took the time to look at the other, like this.

This was what Khushi had been talking about. For all her fears and cynicism, there was a magic that gave Payal endless optimism. That pleaded her to give her its best.

It didn’t matter which world either came from, one day they might just create their own.

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Next Chapter

A/N: I hope you liked the update! Thank you so much for reading and leaving your notes - it really motivates me endlessly :) Hope you all have been doing well.

Love,

S

P.S: Bhai = brother, Jiji = (elder) sister, Aap = you, haan main = yes me, channa = chickpea, woh = a Hindi sentence filler like so/as/you know/that, Arrey = a common exclamation like what/uff, bas = enough, chalo = go/bye/goodbye.

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#ipkknd ff #ipkknd #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #arnav singh raizada #khushi kumari gupta #Akash & Payal #fanficiton #There's more to her

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Qurbaan Hua ~ Episode 5-9: Of IVF Being Horrible, Windchimes, Cunning Aunties and Disgusting Husbands

Gonna dive right in

Episode 5

Mans has gone from “me and Meera have been dating for 6 months” to screaming “I LOVE YOU MEERA” at the top of the mountain 

Time for another coincidance - it’s purnima so he’s going to go ask for a mannat and on this day different people from different faiths go to this certain place for their wishes and prayers - and we all know what that means

Also now that I’ve watched a few episodes, I have to say I really like the styling  for Chahat they’ve given her a mix of ethnic and western wear and the fancy clothes she wears are really pretty (so far) and I hope it stays this way

I am a complete slut for mannat scenes and this one was very pure

Why can’t these people say Saraswati, it isn’t that hard

Also it’s 2020, surely it’s time we understand just because a woman is pregnant doesn’t mean she’s disabled and needs to be carried everywhere

Also, Naveli (Anjali2.0 and Neil’s cousin) is superrr suss

SHE TAPED HIS FACE OMG IM MORE IMPRESSED BY HER BY EVERY MINUTE

And she’s given him meds to give to the people he interacts with coz he causes them headaches (and he’s held onto it the whole time coz Pehle Pyaar Ka Pehla Tohfa) 

Awww our OTP has ‘Bhags stamp of approval’ 

They’ve also touched her feet how cute

Episode 6

So Ghazala has ruined Chahat’s mum’s sharara and like this is what I mean they’ve written her horribly, like why would someone go out of their way to hurt a kid like that - her mother’s dead what more does she want

And daddy dearest has another pooja to attend so he’s said no to attending his daughter’s baby shower, something Neil is now salty about

For a doctor, Chahat’s dad is quite daft 

And for a pandit, Neil’s dad is quite mean

Nice touch by Ghazala by turning this whole thing on Chahat, and thankfully her dad believes her

Episode 7

So this Kamini wannabe of a mami has said that Saraswati’s baby is najayaz, and at this point I really have got to ask - how the fuck did she jump to that conclusion?????

Apparently coz she was barren for 8 years, so how can she be pregnant now, so something must be up 

The logic fails me here, IF SHE WAS BARREN/WAS UNABLE TO GET PREGNANT, HOW TF IS THE CHILD ILLEGITIMATE???

OMFLLLLLL SHE’S SAYING THAT COZ THE CHILD WAS CONCEIVED FROM IVF, THAT’S WHY IT’S ILLEGITIMATE 

I CANNOT

I’M SO CLOSE TO QUITTING 

DO THESE DUMBASS PEOPLE NOT REALISE THAT AN IVF BABY IS ALSO A BLESSING IN ITSELF, IT’S NOT 100% GUARANTEED TO GET YOU PREGNANT EITHER BUT IT HELPS 

By this logic they shouldn’t use annnnyyyy modern technology 

I understand Neil now, and why he’s so done with this bullshit

YAAASSS NEIL, GO FUCK THEM UP 

Look Chahat, I love you and all, but like listen to Neil when it comes to his crazy psychotic family

Also do not tell me like the Oberoi family, this whole family cannot have 1 smooth sailing function/party 

We love a sibling duo that had to raise each other because their parents were dead/useless 

I’m so fucking done, now not only does your doctor have to be of the same religion, he/she has to be from the same caste 

YEH DOCTOR DHOOND RAHE HAI KE RISHTA 

Neil’s trying to talk some sense to these people, but as usual, he gets shut down for talking sense 

OMG HE’S COME OUT WITH FACCSSSS AND HAS GIVEN HIS DAD AN ULTIMATUM - His daughter or his dharm 

Also by saying that if he’s so for modern technologies in other areas, why is he against iVF 

Omg daddy pandit finally got some sense - this was an exhausting feat

Poor tacky Kamini, unlike the og, this one’s plans always fall short 

Neil, take Saraswati and just get the fuck out of here, this dumbass mami has come with a plan and is not going to rest until one of these kids gets disowned 

Episode 8

So Vyasji in a twisted turn of events has accepted Neil’s gf, as long as their kundlis meet 

Let’s be real their stars ain’t aligning in this life 

Chahat is talking to her mother through this windchime she made with her mother’s jhumke (I guess its a coping mechanisms) about how she’s gotten a cake ordered and needs to pick it up

The windchime has told her that she needs to learn how to cook to get married 

Basically even if your Indian mother is dead, her ghost will still taunt you on your inability to get married even when you are a doctor 

She has decided she will marry a chef so that she doesnt need to learn how to cook 

The foreshadowing, the cluelessness

Omg Neil’s dad writes with ink and a peacock feather (why did I think this man would write with a pen like a normal person)

He’s literally whipped out a chart and started making Neil’s (ex)gf’s kundli RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS DAUGHTER’S BABY SHOWER BECAUSE #priorities 

Anjali2.0 is literally sitting there praying as if Vyasji is sitting there calculating her Year 12 results and not a kundli

And we’ve got an “asambhav”, but we all knew that - Neil’s literally smirking coz he knew no matter what, the stars won’t align 

Omlll he’s inherited the whole “I write my own destiny” from Arnav 

“Main uss ladko ko kabhi nahi apnaunga” “Toh kya faraq padta hai, main usse apna chuka hoon” Boisss I really like this dude 

I wish I had this confidence but alas, I do not

And Neil has decided to leave the chat, go to Delhi and get married there, while giving everyone a fuck you (except his sister ofcourse)

Little does he know he isn’t even gonna make it to the bloody bus stand before he ends back here 

Anjali2.0 is begging her dad to stop him, but he’s talking about the stars and shit 

And right on cue Chahat and Neil are walking on the same bridge, none of them paying attention, they crash and just like that, the cake has fallen into the deep sea, adding to the pollution 

OMGG THIS MAN TOLD HER HOW ALL DADS ARE USELESS AND SHE GOES “oh hello, tumhe bohot saare childhood issues hai, lekin mere baba aise nahi hai ... woh mere liye taare bhi tod sakte hai” 

THIS IS WHY WE NEEDED A FEMALE LEAD IN THE MEDICAL FIELD - SHE UNDERSTOOD WITHIN 2-3 MEETINGS HOW FUCKED UP OUR DUDE IS 

and now he’s sarcastically congratulating her on her father because “aur ek mere baba hai jo hamesha taaron mein uljhe rehte hai, aur vaise tumhe tumhaare taare todne waale baba, bohot, bohot, bohot hi ziada mubarak” 

LOLLL SHE’S PULLING AND DRAGGING HIM TO GET HER THE SAME CAKE AND HE TRIED TO GIVE HER MONEY TO BUY A NEW ONE, AND SHE’S LIKE NOPE, THE BAKERY I GET THIS FROM IS CLOSED AND SO YOU WILL PROVIDE ME WITH A NEW CAKE 

Lolll I never knew he will be stuck here because of a cake 

AND NOW SHE’S TAKEN HIS BAG AS HOSTAGE AND HE’S LITERALLY SCREAMING THAT SHE’S LOST THE PLOT 

But personally, I feel she gained it 

Turns out the shop that she got the cake from, is his friend’s shop, and now he’s baking the cake himself because my man is also a pastry chef 

And he’s friend has left the chat because he doesnt want to get beaten up 

So it’s time for the kitchen romance.tm

Omg he told her he’s a chef and she’s so turned on 

OMGGGGGGG IM DEDDD 

But should’t she tie her hair #justsaying

Now back to the Neil’s crazy fam, where the only other person with sense, Anjali2.0 has also said to her dad, that Neil was always right about him 

Yesss gurlll, give it back to him

She’s telling him off how he forego his religious beliefs for her, but why can’t he do the same for Neil

I actually like her so much and the way she’s written

She’s also telling him how she tried to make sure that Neil never felt their mother’s absence (a responsibility she didn’t to take up), because her dad never let Neil feel loved 

OMG SIS SAID THAT BY BEING HEAD PRIEST, YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN YOUR DUTY AS A FATHER AND SHE DID NOT STUTTER 

Everyone is shook (including me)

I was not expecting her to give her father an ultimatum

So she said, that if he does not give Neil and Meera his blessing, he will see her dead 

OMGGG WHYYYAYFOIHFBEI THE ANXIETY 

Episode 9

We’ve begun with some cuteness regarding her rubbing flour all over face 

And like the idiot he is, he’s told her that her face is completely clean 

OMGGG HE’S GUIDING HER HANDS 

HOLY SHIT SISSS IS ALREADY IMAGINING HERSELF BEING MARRIED TO HIM 

Like same, but I also cannot 

Also I’m lolling at the fact she’s imagining their Nikaah, like his family won’t kill him for that

OMG THIS DICKHEAD HAS GIVEN THE CAKE HE MADE FOR HER DAD TO THE GAREEB CHILDREN LIKE SHE GAVE HIS SANGORIA TO THE GAREEB CHILDREN 

Awww I spoke too soon, she left the cake at the shop and he was just messing with her 

Guysss I really love their chemistry

He said that he won’t sit behind her, coz he doesn’t sit behind girls *rolls eyes*, but she’s not having it and reminded him that she beat him in a motorcycle race so he should suck it up

And they’ve had their first ‘accidental’ pressed up on each other fall 

A trope I do love with all my heart  

NOW HE’S COVERING HIS CHEST LIKE HIS IZZAT HAS BEEN LOOTED 

I’m hoping that Shyam1.5 isn’t as bad as his predecessors, but I do realise that is wishful thinking coz the couple scene where he talks to Saraswati was quite sweet

OMG THERE’S AN INTRUDER IN THEIR HOUSE AND I REALLY DON’T WANT SARASWATI TO GO CHECK, AND I’M FREAKING OUT 

She’s found Naveli’s earrings on the ground, Shyam1.5 and her are having an affair aren’t they

I FUCKING KNEW THAT NAVELI WAS SUSS AND SO WAS THIS HARAMKHOR SHYAM1.5 

I AM SO GROSSED OUT RN, WHAT IS SHE 10 YEARS OR MORE YOUNGER THAN HIM 

OMG HE’S ACTUALLY YUCK, LIKE SHYAM WAS YUCK BUT AT LEAST KHUSHI WASN’T HIS SAALI

AND WHAT TYPE OF COUSIN DOES THAT 

Saraswati please go fuck him up 

OMG OMG OMG YEH PADA THAPPAD!!!!!!! 

Well that’s another week done

#qurbaan hua #karan jotwani #pratibha ranta

[phati-sari]

Arshi OS: Oblivion (NSFW)

Hi folks!

This blog passed a follower milestone recently so I thought we could celebrate with something I’ve worked on for more than a year. It took a long time because I didn’t get a positive reception when I first shared it with a friend -- it made her super uncomfortable -- but I really like the concept!!

So here we are. It’s taken me a while to feel confident enough to share this. Also, a lot of the credit goes to @puranijeans, who is one of the most amazing people ever!

But fair warning, this is very explicit and contains a scenario that has the potential to make people uncomfortable.

Please proceed with caution, and be kind :)

“Welcome Arnav-bhaiya,” HP greeted him at the door, “Di asked for—”

“—No,” he groaned, “Later. Where’s Khushi?”

“Upstairs,” came the soft reply.

A headache pulsed between his eyes as he climbed up the stairs. He found Khushi perched on the sofa, fiddling with the laundry. He locked the door.

“Arnav-ji!”, she greeted him brightly, the red bangles on her wrists clinking softly as she worked, “I was just thinking about—”

His wife squealed as he lifted her from the sofa and deposited her on the bed, where he joined her after kicking off his shoes. Seconds later, he was wrapped around her, seeking solace in her familiar warmth, burying his face against her neck to breathe in her jasmine scent.

She was silent. The pounding in his head subsided in slow increments as her hand came up to stroke his hair.

“Bad day?” she asked softly.

Arnav groaned into her shoulder, sliding his leg across hers and pulling her closer. She seemed to understand.

“Aarav is staying with Jiji and Aakash-ji,” her fingers rubbed soothing circles into his scalp as his eyes fluttered closed, “He wants to sleep in Alok’s room.”

“Mmmkay.”

Here, he was finally at peace. Here, he was home.

And then, he became aware of another ache as serenity flooded his limbs. He stirred, his body responding almost instantly as he kissed Khushi’s shoulder, her neck, her jaw.

When she didn’t move, Arnav tilted his head to consider her before realizing that she was fast asleep.

“Pagal,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Reaching into his pocket for his phone, he tapped out a message to Di to let her know that he and Khushi would organize their own dinner and were not to be disturbed. And then he settled beside his wife, his breathing slowing to match hers.

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There was warmth. Exquisite warmth. Followed by lightning.

He groaned, a deep rumble in his chest, as his eyes blinked open. And in that instant, that split second between asleep and awake, he became aware of three things.

It was dark. The sun had long since set and their bedroom was lit only by pale moonlight shining through a gap in the curtains and the soft glow of fairy lights.

His wife was no longer beside him. She was between his knees.

He was fully aroused.

Arnav looked downward. The warmth was her mouth.

“Fuck.”

Her eyes had been trained on him, and as he lifted his head to get a better look, she raised her eyebrows at him in question – Should I stop?

Hell no.

Tangling a hand in her hair, he moved slightly to encourage her to continue. She did. For many long minutes, his mind was blissfully blank, aware only of the magic his wife was creating.

But into this ecstasy crept another thought.

He didn’t want to chase oblivion alone.

“Stop,” he rasped.

She froze, allowing him a moment to catch his breath, and then blushed as their gazes clashed.

“Come here.”

But to his utter bewilderment, she shook her head. 

She whispered, “I want to do this.”

“Khushi …” his tone sharpened with command.

She gave a small shrug as she settled back down, and within moments, had resumed her work. She did something with her tongue that drove all thought from his mind.

He was close.

“Babe …” he warned.

She rose up, quickly replacing her lips with her hand and covering him with a handful of tissues. His pleasure built at the base of his spine, tightening, and then his entire being coiled and shattered.

When air returned to his lungs, he opened his eyes to find Khushi watching him carefully. She came easily when he reached for her, stretching out alongside him as he buried his nose in her hair.

“What was that?” he whispered.

Khushi turned away, hiding her face, as she mumbled, “When I woke up you were …”

Her hand waved briefly in the air, a gesture he took to mean aroused.

“… and so I thought …” she lapsed into silence.

Half a dozen teasing remarks came into his mind, but an awareness swept through Arnav as he started to deliver his favourite. Khushi was trembling.

“Are you cold?”

She shook her head.

“What’s wrong?”

Two minutes passed in silence. Then another two. His fingers tightened at her waist as he waited. And finally,

“I’m sorry,” her voice was small, “I won’t do it again.”

“What the—!?”

Arnav turned her around gently and forced her to meet his eyes. His pulse stuttered at the sight of tears.

“Khushi …” he wiped them away with his thumb as she gave a little sob.

“I thought it was a good idea but …”

“But …” he prompted, frowning.

“It’s not right.”

“It’s not … right? What do you mean? It’s hardly the first time you’ve …”

“But never while you were as-asleep,” another sniffle as she tried to hide fresh tears, “I shouldn’t have …”

“Okay,” Arnav gathered her close, “Ssshhh, don’t cry. Relax … it’s only me.”

It took some time, but she eventually quieted enough to listen.

“Khushi, you didn’t have to. Do you know that?”

She nodded miserably, “Yes.”

Arnav sat up, absently flicking his clothes back in order. Khushi had been … efficient … in the pursuit of her goal.

“So, what’s all this?” he indicated to her tears, “I would never expect you to do anything you weren’t willing to do.”

“I know,” Khushi looked away, “but I thought …”

“What did I tell you? That first night after we were married? Nothing happens unless we both want it. Even here. Especially here.”

“You’ll think I’m bad. Dirty.”

“What the hell?!”

It was hard to speak about, even to her, the person he loved and trusted and desired above all else. But he tried.

“It’s …” he took a deep breath, “It’s not about being bad or dirty. It’s about us. How we are with each other. We talk about it. We change the things that need changing.”

His wife rested her head on his shoulder, “Okay.”

“Are you alright now?” Arnav asked, tilting his head to watch her reaction as he trailed a finger down her cheek.

“I think … I think so.”

“Your trust means so much to me.”

“What if I … What if it’s too much?” she whispered.

“What’s too much?”

Khushi studied their duvet, “If I want too much?”

He grinned, his heart flooding with emotion as she blushed.

“You could never want me too much.”

She shoved him playfully, smiling, “Badmaash.”

He gave chase as she disentangled herself, grazing his teeth on her earlobe before whispering, “I am, but only with you.”

Khushi blushed again, trying to hide in the space between his head and shoulder. He stroked her hair as he twisted so he lay on his back.

“Khushi?”

She snuggled into him, humming contentedly, “Hmmm?”

“I have to tell you something.”

She shifted into her elbow so she could see him, already biting her lip with worry. He kissed her pout away before speaking.

“Do you remember my bachelor’s party? At the farmhouse? And the song you danced to?”

The spark that had briefly disappeared from her eyes returned with the memory. “Namak Ishq Ka. In the black sari that you gave me.”

Arnav struggled to control his grin, “Do you know what that song is about?”

“Love!” she answered with a smile.

“Uhhh … no,” he laughed, “That’s not it at all.”

Khushi poked his chest, “Why are you laughing? What is it about, then?”

“Think of the lyrics,” he prompted, still trying to contain his laughter.

She mouthed the chorus, still frowning adorably in confusion, and he watched as her features slowly melted into horror.

“Oh Devi Maiyya!! What did I do!?”

“You seduced me.”

“Oh but with that song. The things I did. The things I said. And you! You didn’t stop me!” she smacked his chest.

“Ow! I tried.”

“Arnav-ji!”

“Can I put in requests for the future? Dance for me again,” he counted on his fingers, lowering his voice intimately, “Seduce me again.”

And then he winked, “Wake me up like that again.”

“Arnav!” she was scandalised.

He flipped them around with a chuckle, nuzzling her neck affectionately, “I liked it.”

And then a soft kiss, “I love you, Khushi. Never change.”

#ipkknd #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #arshi #ipkknd ff #arshi ff #iwrotethis #mine #os: oblivion

[theladyofthewest]

Tanhaiyan - Episode 1

So originally this was a series of individual posts but I got annoyed at myself typing them so I can’t imagine how you would feel having them on your dash - so I just compiled it.

this will most likely not be a regular thing!!

•Ummm lol what am I watching right now?

• This melodramatic poetry - is this how Arnav felt when Khushi would start her nonsensical babbling?? I have newfound respect for bitwa

•Oh fabulous, some more “”“Punjabi”“”“ people . •I swear to god if this chaandi di jhanjhar song plays one more time, I’m going to kick someone

• wow. Im shell shocked never expected meera’s sadness to be what it was wow. Never ever in a million years. (Read the sarcasm) • side note: haider’s however was unexpected • why so much hate for this girl and her crimped hair???

• I’m getting severe michmichi at how openly rude these people are to her

•who the fuck just tries to pick people up? Haider why are you a grade A creep?

•oh god Sobti, who told you to dance?? 🙈

• i like that meera spoke up on her behalf but I don’t like that the protests vanished when her status was clarified? Who gives a fuck whether they’re dating or not?

Aaaand I have not been able to get past this part lord lord lord lord lord lord lord.

I don’t think this show will be for me haha

#amrit watches tanhaiyan #tanhaiyan spoilers #tanhaiyan #Sobti looks really good though