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taetaeblep · 1 month ago

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Hello! This is my first fiction I've written on public. I know it's trashy. Hope it doesn't ache your eyes lol. Too add to your sufferings , I've added a trashy edit too. Sorry for this one. But I've been planning since a month. Finally it's done. Have a good day! (Let me know how trashy it was!)

Pairing: Ram x Devi

Book: KFOS

Warning: M

Tags: @rc-catalog

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"Colored by You"

Holi has come with colors in Bengal. Red, blue, green, yellow, everyone was colored by various hues. But Devi who was quite restless till dawn, waiting for the time to go Kalighat on this auspicious day, well probably not for the temple service which has barely been habit, has rather a darker aura over her face since the morning. Whereas the seer quite busy with his customeries, not giving much attention to restless gazes from the one whose sleepless night went by the toughts of the man who she wanted to put "abeer" on before anyone else. But only the seer knew how much he longed to meet her. To steal a moment only to be with her. But his responsibilities and role as a seer was too heavy to neglect. Hence he could only patiently wait till all the rituals are done, so he could be with the woman he's dying to see. Devi can't be blamed though. The young ladies of dozens were now eligible for marriage. And it was clear on whom their eyes might be darting. The most eligible, handsome younger Doobay is someone to be swoon over. Ladies on this occasion seems quite busy to put abeer on him. "Might be seeking a way to touch his toned body?" Devi is thinking too hard and pinning herself to her own thoughts. Ram who was trying to avoid the crowd of these beautiful ladies hovering over him and steal a chance to talk to Miss Sharma, his all efforts went in vain again and again. All he earned in return was the piercing glare of the mighty Deviya Sharma — a woman whose rage, it was said, could kill with just One. Single. Glance.

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In the evening when the chaos and colors are deemed down, Ram was in his quarters tired of the overwhelming day, still could not figure out what might have enraged the mighty Sharma. His all efforts to steal one moment, to steal her from the rest of the world, is all gone vain. So and so, Miss Sharma did not even care to look at his glances. Rather avoided every possible chances to meet him. Trail of thoughts broken by the creaking sound of the door.

"Devi..."

"Why Mr. Doobay, I guess you were expecting someone else?" Devi hissed.

"Anyone else aren't daring enough to barge into my room like that" , a smirk played on Ram's lips. Deep inside the seer having his heart dancing upon seeing the woman whom he eagerly tried to talk all day long. His eyes fell on her sari. White, as soft as petals lingering to her thin body. Ram who had his eyes locked in hers, took a long breath seeing her adornments. To his eyes, she was shimmering like moon itself. Oh Kaali Maa! How could the Brahmin even keep himself sane like this.

Brahmin could not dare to take another step. Devi tiptoed towards him "You've been quite busy today. Being cheeky with your admirers." Devi had a taunting tone while wording the last sentence. Ram took the cue and fully understood what might have agitated his Precious Miss. He smiled seeing her burning with jealousy just by the sight of any other women around him, talking to him, teasing or touching him in the name of so called applying abeer.

"I did tried to get a grip of a certain someone. But she was too engrossed in envious thoughts, barely gave me a chance to come near her. What a man can even do, if left alone amongst the drooling eyes of ladies like that?" Ram's words only fueled her already fumed jealousy. Not only he teased her about being jealous, he's not even feeling guilty to leave her pinning alone just like that. Devi could not let him so easily. Her jealousy has now taken a different form. She knew that this man is only hers. If she could, she would've make sure every one in this Bengal would know that. So no other woman or man could near him. If she could, she would have kept him all to herself. But as of now, all she wanted is to let that man know, what she truly feels, although he could see through her eyes.

"Why were you looking for me?" She asked.

"Why do you think, Raksashi?" He whispered coming near to her.

Devi didn't say anything. She brought out thaali filled with colors. She took Ram's hand on hers and put it on the thaali, then directed his hand filled with color on her cheeks. Devi closed her eyes giving into the touch oh his warm hand, which she holded and slided his hand towards her neck. Then she took his other hand, repeating the gesture on the other side of her face, marking herself with him. Devi slightly opened her eyes, which are now darkened with desire. To make this man fully hers, to embrace him, to love him, take his name as her heart wants. Engrossed in thoughts Devi holded his hand close to her cheek and rubbed her face on his palm. Ram heaved in her touch. Completely forgot their surroundings, his concerns are now getting blurry. All he could see is her, his Devi, his only love, the one he die for, he could kill for, even fight with the deity or the fate they had to face.

«Ang laga de re . Mohe rang laga de re»

«Main to teri joganiya, Tu jog laga de re»

Devi came closer to Ram, slided her hand into his nape, caressing his face with her thumb softly and pulled him towards her. She rubbed her cheeks onto his, marking him with the same abeer. Ram closed his eyes, savoring her touch.

«Ram ratan dhan

Lagan magan man

Tan mora chandan re»

His hand instinctively found her waist, sliding beneath the folds of her sari.

«Raat banjar si hai, Kaale khanjar si hai»

«Tere seene ki lau mere andar bhi hai»

Devi didn’t flinch — she only drew him closer, as if trying to erase the distance between them completely. They stayed that way, wrapped in each other, lost in the moment — intoxicated by silence and their touch. Devi tore herself apart from him and took a step behind, thumping her palm on the abeer and scooped fistful of it, then pulled Ram closer holding his wrist. She took a lingering glance at him — her eyes flicking over his face, his chest — and bit her lower lip as a thought seemed to spark in her mind. Ram who is too lost in every movements of her, only kept watching her. She put all the abeer on her fist and smear it on Ram's chest which wasn't covered as he took of the Puja's shawl a while ago. Devi came closer to Ram and engulfed one of her hands around his neck, another around his torso, She held him tightly, molding her body to his, her head resting near his shoulder, her frame sliding gently against his. Ram who was silently letting her so whatever she wanted to do, stunned by her boldness yet unable to resist, held her firmly by the waist — grounding them both in a moment that neither wanted to end.

«Tu hawa de isey, Toh mera tann jale»

Devi's white sari is now colored in Red , same as the color of love, and color of oozing blood which too carries the name of Ram of through her body, just like her soul which is only whispering his name to her. Now they both are colored by each other's colors, just as their souls were dissolved into each other.

Ram cupped her face in his hands, looking at her as if she were something divine and fragile. His brows furrowed slightly as his gaze met hers — intense, searching.He swallowed hard, caught in the depths of her eyes.

His eyes roamed around her face, his fingers gently brushed a loose strand of hair from her face and kissed her temple- Soft and slow. As if he is afraid, he might hurt her if loved her too hard, loved her too deep. Both did not speak at all. Just stayed in each other's embrace, wrapped in silence, lost in each other's touch.

«Jala de re sang jala de re»

«Mohey ang laga de re»

Devi looked at Ram, completely lost in him.Her hand moved on its own, gently cupping his face, her thumb tracing his skin with tenderness. Ram could see through her. He knew just by looking at her eyes, what she wanted, what she needed. This time too, Ram was sure, the only thing Devi most ardently needed was only Him. Her Ram. Ram too only needed her. So religiously, so farvently, these emotions maddened him to keep any distance any more.

Devi pushed him to his bed which made Ram plop on it. She made him sit and then sat on his lap. Ram took her thighs and let her sit properly. Those eyes which only shows her reflection, the freckles and those lips, the loose strands falling on his cheeks. Everything, everything about him only makes her heart fume with a strange yet soft emotion. She could keep looking at her man and admire just as she wants. Devi's hand went behind his head and untied his bun making his hair softly flowing above his neck. God, she thought, he looks divine like this.

As if the gods themselves had taken their time sculpting him, shaping him with the most delicate care.

And he — all of him — belonged to her.

Only her.

Devi blushed at her own thoughts, taking her time to soak in every detail of him. It wasn't lustful eyes, Devi has long gone from that phase. Her love for this man had reached the point where she could only worship him.

Not just love — but devotion.

«Main toh teri joganiya»

«Tu jog laga de re»

She could bow to him, not because he demanded it, but because her soul recognized his.

For who he was — the one who would kill for her, the one who would erase his own existence just to keep her alive. Her eyes fell on his nose snd touched the "nath" adorning his nose and took it off carefully, her fingers played around his cheeks for a moment. Then she leaned in to kiss him.

-his forehead

-his eyes

-his cheeks,

And all over his faces. Soft lingering kisses. Like blessings, like prayers. Ram's grip on her waist tightened to her touch and pulled her even closer, completely taken — letting her do everything and anything she wanted to do to him. He smiled looking at her - full of awe. Dear lord! He thought, How could I even deserve her!

She then moved her head and took a look of his face, then looked at his lips. Her thumb traced his lower lips, made Ram quiver. He looked at her mouth and then her. She closed the gap between them and kissed him.

Nibbling his lips then open her mouth to play with his tongue. Ram who let Devi took the lead till now, had to give in and his one hand slid up from her waist took her by her nape to guide her. Their mouth danced on their rhythm. Both were too lost in desire till they went breathless. Devi tore apart her swollen lips from his — inhaled — then leaning again kiss him softly, as too restless to leave him, yet.

Ram held her by shoulder and moved her back slightly. His hand reached her cheeks and softly caressed her. He made her sit beside him and took of the jewelries one by one. She didn't wear much anyway. The soft silk and some simple silver jewelry around her neck and earrings were her only adornments. Ram then went down, took her feet on his thigh and took of the anklets too. His touched her feet and carassed them as some devine flower. He removed her anklet and kissed there, making her feet curl from his soft touch. His hand roamed over her legs to her upper thighs. Devi shuddered to his touch. Ram smiled on her reaction and got up to sit beside her. He took her hands in his, fingers brushing softly against her skin, as if asking for permission. Devi met his gaze and gave a small nod. Ram's hand went to the back of her shoulder and untied the knot of her blouse which was a piece of cloth secured around her chest, tied with a knot. Once he untied it, she was only covered with her thin layer of her silk saree, accentuating her figure. Devi wasn't ready to easily give in. She came to take what hers. A smirk played on her lips. Without warning she brought her untied cloth to his eyes and folded them. To which Ram protested, but she kept her finger on his lips and shushed him. Devi leaned in, her hand sliding behind his neck, and her lips brushed along his jawline. Then down to his throat. Ram let out a breath, feeling her touch and leaned his head back as she drew her lips on him.

Devi's mind buzzed. She needed him madly, she sighed on her thoughts and bit his neck, which she nibbled and licked then smoothed his skin with kisses. Ram groaned, his hands reaching for her, but letting her lead. Her kisses moved to the other side of his neck, soft and possessive. Devi's soft lips had maddened him to loose his patience.

«Jog laga de re, Prem ka rog laga de re»

«Main toh teri joganiya, Tu jog laga de re»

He gripped her tightly, holding her nape by one hand he made his way to her neck. Trail of kissed fallen over her neck, then to her throat till her collarbone. Ram knew very well where his touches give her the pleasures and kissed those places and biting them to leave his "familiar marks" and again kissed them to soothe the pain. He bit down softly, then kissed over the sting to soothe it. Devi gasped, her lips let out his name — broken, breathy, desperate. It was the only name she knew. And to him, it was the most beautiful sound in the world. He never liked his name before as much, until called by her. He would die to hear them again and again... And again!

Ram then took off the cloth from his eyes and looked at her, who averted her eyes from him, then turned her body clutching a lotus that fell on the bed from her loosened braids. The bold and daring Devi felt a rush of blood in her. Ram watched her quietly. He could feel the weight of her emotions very well and smiled softly. He gently kept him hand over her grip, resting his cheek against the back of her head. As he's reassuring her. He'll go through the path however she likes. At her pace, on her terms.

And Devi knew. Devi knew very well that he'll wait for her as long as it takes. Till the very end. She relaxed her body, leaning back against his chest as he held her close. Her back was touching his heart and felt the beating rythm of his chest. Which was beating just as hers.

Devi turned to face him locking her eyes with him. At this moment nothing could be averted anymore.

Devi— who has already given her soul to him. And Ram— whose only reason to breath was the woman right in front of his eyes.

For them, this Samasara, this Maya had no meaning left anymore.

There was only Ram,

There was only Devi.

“Ram ratan dhan

Lagan magan man

Tan mora chandan re”

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secret-fungi · 7 months ago

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Even Still?

Book: Kali flame of samara Paring: Ram/Devi Word count: 1215 Rating: T TWS: dissociation, emotional distress, longing, and love.

A poor bday fic for JB

Blossoms hung above them as ram glanced at the woman that held onto his arm as they walked. Her dress swayed with each step upon the wet cobblestone, there it was. That rather far off expression she got from time to time, her eyes falling to the ground and her movements falling into that strange pattern it did whenever her eyes became glassy, as if the light behind them had gone out, dimmed by a currant. She nodded, absently, as if she had an entire conversation with herself as they walked around the garden. “Ram.” she called suddenly. “Yes?” “Do you think I’ve lost myself?” she asked. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes before he replied “In what way?” She rolled her eyes, the corners of her lips tugging dowards as she waved a gloved hand, trying to pull the words from the damp air before she parted her lips and pushed on.

“I don’t…. recognize myself anymore.” she admitted in a quiet, still voice. “I'm not myself, am I?”

She asked. “You’re still, you.” he said, pausing his steps, their relaxed stroll coming to a stuttering pause as he looked at her, brows knitted as she continued on, unbothered by his expression. “Sometimes I feel as if the only times I feel like a ghost of myself is when I am with you…” “I used to be free, and now I sneak around to kiss the man I love in my fiance’s home.” she said, ignoring the cautious, concerned look he gave and focused on the challenging arch of his brow. “Sometimes I think I’ll wake up and you too will be gone, and with you, the last bit of me that remains.” She said “That is not true.”

“But what if it is?” she asked, looking up from the endless rows of flowers on bushes and vines to finally let her eyes find his, as they always were— trained on her. Always watching, with that look on his face as if he didn’t believe others could read it, maybe he simply forgot other people existed, or maybe he didn’t care, she could never quite pin his reasoning.

She had this deep fear that he only wished to kiss who she was now. That he preferred and worse- found that she was only worth looking at after life had torn the undesirable pieces of her from her bones, that now that she no longer resembled herself he found that she was worthy. That thought was unbearable, so she kept it to herself, afraid to see the truth on his face, to hear it escape from the lips she had just kissed.

No, She wouldn’t ask if he only loved her now because she was no longer her, she didn’t let the words form on her tongue but still, in the way he often did he heard her anyway.

“No one can stay the same forever, Devi, I do not love you less because you feel like you are now, no one worthwhile feels that way.” he said, his hand coming to smooth a strand of hair. “But Ram, what if I have lost my soul?” she asked. He looked at her with an amused smile plucking a rose from the bush before twirling it in his fingers before he answered “You haven’t lost your soul, Devi, you’ve lost your heart, it can’t beat the same way it did unbroken.” “How do I fix it?” she asked.

He looked at her through the corner of his eyes, a smile still on his lips as he offered her the rose, and when she took it in her hands he placed a kiss on her temple. “Use it again.” he said “I haven’t stopped.” “You have, you’re afraid to use it because you can’t stand to feel this way again.” he said.

Maybe if they weren’t in England they would sit in the meadow, and he’d pull her to his lap, maybe she’d rest her head against him and maybe it would have become more than what it was now, with his eyes burning a hole through her heart and the tips of her fingers aching to touch his, maybe in the sunset she would gain more of herself as he gave more of himself. But the lovers stood, inspecting the garden at a distance, and in the space between them a promise hung; Someday we’ll get to do all the things that we want to do now.

Someday. It was like Maybe. A false promise you believe in youth and the older they got the more her legs felt as if they would give out at the sight of him. She turned, impulsive as she ever was and wrapped her arms around him, her face hidden in his shoulder as his hands came to rest on her hip.

“It’s getting harder to be older, Ram.” she admitted. And with a smile the other smoothed the back of her hair. “It’s only growing pains.” he assured. “What if I stay like this?” she asked. “All I had was who I am, That was all I had that couldn’t be taken, and now it’s gone.” “I’m gone, aren’t I?” Ram held onto her tighter. “You’re not gone, Devi, I see you all the time, still.” “They have ripped me of everything.” she cried. “No, you have not lost yourself, you have just forgotten, but I have not.” He promised. “You do not see yourself when something goes your way, but I do, and you still with the corner of your mouth and look around for someone to boast to.”

“You still rush into trouble without your head.” he said “You have lost faith but not your soul.” he swore. She shrugged at him, something strange in her expression as she looked at the rose in her hands. “I… Don’t have anything to hold onto.” she said “So hold onto me.” the other replied as if it was easy. Because It was simple, it always was whenever it came to her, really. a fact that seemed rather odd, counterintuitive to the knowledge many held of him, but it was the truth nonetheless: Ram cared more for Deviya than he did anyone- anything else. his pride, more than his reputation- his life. It did not matter to him in which way she changed, because so long as she was Deviya and he was Ram, he would fall for her again, because he loved the very core of her, the part that couldn’t possibly change. Because He loved the very heart of her.

“You’re still you, Devi.” He assured. “I’m not.” she could tell that there was a comment sitting on the tip of his tongue and she wrapped herself in it, in the warmth his words always seemed to bring. “You’re beautiful, as you were when I met you, as you are now, and as you will be for years to come,” he said. “A rose is still a rose in the winter, and in each of your seasons, you will still be our precious Rakshasi.” “Even now?” she asked “even still.”

“Nothing can make me love you any less, no foul mood or bad day, until the end I will love you just the same.”

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