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heyyy. just wanted to ask if and when the next chapter of ajeeb dastan hai yeh is coming out?

Soon, just a little busy with assignments

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Requests

Now accepting requests for multiple fandoms, not just RRR. I mostly write fluff, and can also write angst. I will try my best to write smut.

Anyways, should I do a Brahmastra x RRR fanfic?

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Accurate…she was stuck between Bheem and Ram, fixing their problems for each other

Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh

Chapter 1 | Next

I hope you guys like this new series. A little cheesy but we love cheese.

This is not how Ram had planned his day to go. Not at all. When he had left the rented house this morning, he had wanted to get his work done and return to Delhi to continue his mission.

Ram initially had no desire to travel from Delhi to Vrindavan, but he was pressured to do so by his superiors.

Apparently Scott had received news about some tampering with the funds in Vrindavan and they had picked Ram to make sure everything was under control.

Akhtar didn’t know why Ram was leaving for Vrindavan, but he kept on repeating that he had a good feeling about Ram leaving for the holy city.

So Ram honestly has no idea of how he ended in this situation with people chasing him, and never in his life had Ram thought he would do such a thing.

Eloping with a bride from her mandap was something Ram never saw in his future, and yet here he is. Running away with someone else’s dulhan.

Shree Mohan. The daughter of most influential man of Hindustan. A girl he met just 30 minutes ago, married her, and then escaped from the mandap.

It all started from yesterday, when Ram had met with Shree’s father, Kishore Mohan, and the man had invited Ram to his youngest daughter’s wedding.

Ram didn’t want to betray the trust of the man who had invited him into his house, but after finding out that the groom had already been married and Kishore knew about it, Ram couldn’t sit still.

Ram remembers sneaking into the bride’s room, who he hadn’t met, to tell her the truth about the groom;

Closing the door behind him, Ram sighs in relief as he has finally made it into the bride’s room after trying several times.

Tracing his eyes around the room, Ram takes in the room in order to locate the bride.

His eyes find her seated in the middle of the bed, a veil over her face. Her knees pulled to her chest, and her head resting on her knees.

Through the veil, Ram can make out the forlorn expression that is present in her form. So lost in her sadness that she doesn’t even notice another presence in the room.

“Shree?” Ram softly calls out her name, taking a step forward towards her.

Ram watches as the bride slowly lifts her veiled head towards him. Gathering his courage, Ram takes a seat on the edge of the bed, in front of her.

Ram knows its not his right, but he cannot help himself when he notices the tear droplet on her hands. His hands clutch the seams of her veil and pull it over her face.

Ram feels the breath being knocked out of him, when his eyes collide with her bewitching face. Even with tears streaming down her eyes, she still manages to be the most alluring woman in Ram’s eyes.

She lives up to her name; Shree. Gorgeous, elegant, and majestic similar to Maa Lakshmi, who has charmed the world charmer.

Shree is a beauty, so ethereal and heavenly in appearance as if an upsara was reincarnated on earth. The red lehenga, and jewelry is like an accessory to her beauty.

Her eyes. What can Ram say about them? They are the most beautiful and divine pair of lotus on the universe, as well as the most pure eyes on the planet. Chocolate brown eyes, the hue of life like the Earth, mystical and as divine and vivid as the lotus.

Her feet and petitie hands are crimson from being dipped in alta, looking like the auspicious hands and feet of Maa Lakshmi. Waiting to bring good fortunate to where they step.

A face as gorgeous as the moon, with a radiance that rivals the sun. An aura of innocence and purity exudes from her features that Ram feels his sins wash away.

The woman in front of him is so mesmerizing and celestial that it seems that she has been the favourite of God to make.

Ram is brought back from admiring her when she slightly shakes the man in front of her. Shaking his head to push those thoughts away, Ram diverts his attention to her.

“Tum yeh shaadi nahi karni chahiye.” Ram’s statement echoes throughout the room due to the silence. [You shouldn’t go ahead with this marriage.]

Shree wipes the tears from her face, looking at Ram confused, “Per kyu?” She questions. [But why?]

Taking a deep breath, Ram looks into her lotus eyes and answers, “Yeh dulha pehle se hi shaadishuda hai.” [The groom is already married.]

Now Ram was expecting many things. Many different ways that Shree would react to this news. He thought she would breakdown, she would scream, she would cry, she would get angry.

But what he wasn’t ready for was her to just pass his a sorrowful smile and downcast her eyes to her hands.

“Humhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai. Sabko pata hai.” She answers in most heartbreaking tone, playing with the jewellery on her hands. [I know that the groom is married. Everyone knows.]

Ram feels a wave of disbelief course through his body at her words. He lifts the two of them off the bed, standing in the middle of the room, grasping her shoulders in a tight grip, demanding an answer.

“Agar tumhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai toh fir tumne shaadi keliye haan kyu ki?” [If you know that groom is married then why did you agree to this marriage?]

A bitter laugh escapes Shree’s lips, her eyes finding a home in Ram’s eyes. “Apko lagta hai ki mujhse poocha gaya tha? Baba ne 10 din pehle humse kaha ki meri shaadi hai. Humhe toh yeh bhi pata ki dulha hai kyon. Bas itna pata hai ki uski patni bhi iss shaadi mein hogi.” [Do you think I was asked about this? 10 days ago, Baba just said that I am getting married. I don’t even know who the groom is. All I know is that his wife will attend the wedding as well.]

Without a warning, Shree takes Ram’s hands into hers, “Humhe yeh shaadi nahi karni. Humhe padna hai. Apni padai poori karni hai. Humhe kisi shaadishuda insaan se shadi ni karni hai.” [I don’t want to get married. I want to study. Complete my education. I don’t want to marry an already married man.]

Ram watches Shree’s eyes dance in desperation, he watches her begging him. Begging him to help her. Begging him to save her from this situation.

And so he will. Ram will save Shree from this unwanted marriage. He will take her to Delhi, let her complete her education, but for that he has to do something with her permission.

A man and woman staying together, unmarried is considered a sin in the eyes of society. Even this arrangement with Ram meeting Shree alone is strictly forbidden.

Ram can bare the taunts and the digs at his character. He is used to it. Especially when he has to betray his own people and they cuss at him.

But he cannot bare the fact of letting Shree hearing those words. He cannot let others molest her character and dignity. He cannot watch her die day by day after hearing the taunts.

Fixing his posture, Ram stands tall and fearless in front of Shree, “Tumhe yeh shaadi nahi karni toh theek hai. Per…” [If you don’t want to do this marriage, then alright. But…]

“Per?” [But?]

“Per tumhe mujhse shaadi karni hogi.” Ram finally says the words that have been on his mind. [But you have to marry me.]

Ram observes shock and then betrayal wash over Shree’s face as she pulls her hands away from his grasp.

Taking a few steps back, she collapses on the bed, glaring at him with tears in her eyes. “Yeh kya keh rahe hai aap? Hum apna naam tak nahin jante. Hum toh itna jante hai ki aapko Baba shaadi pe mehman bana kar lekar aaye hain.” [What are saying? I don’t even know your name. I just know that Baba invited you as a guest.]

Ram kneels in front of her, taking her hands into his again. “Main janta hoon ki yeh aasan nahi hai. Per agar tum padna chahti ho toh mere saath bhaag chalo. Delhi mein tumhe pada sakta hoon, tum jitna padna chao tum pad sakhti ho. Per bina rishta ke hum nahi reh payenge.” [I know this is difficult. But if you want to study then run away with me. In Delhi I can help you study, you can study as much as you want. But without a relation, we won’t be able to escape.]

Shree searches Ram’s face for any lies, any deceit, but only finds genuine concern on his face. A million thoughts run throught her mind, all telling her that it isn’t logical to trust a man she just met.

But her heart tells her to trust this man. It tells her to let him guide her through this situation. That he will not let go of her hand. That he will always be there to help her.

With a tilt to her head, Shree asks the question she should have asked first, “Apka naam kya hai?” [What is your name?]

Ram softly grins at the woman, “Mera naam Ram hai. Alluri Sitarama Raju.” [My name is Ram. Alluri Sitarama Raju.]

“Ram, vaada kijiye ki aap mujhe shaadi ke baad padne denge.” Shree frees her hand from Ram’s grip and then holds it in front of him. [Ram, promise me that you will let me continue studying after our marriage.]

Ram smiles at the girl, and places his hand atop of her outstretched hand, solidifying their promise.

“Main vaada karta hoon ki main tumhe shaadi ke bad padne se nahi rokoo ga.” Ram states his promise loud and clear. [I promise that I will not stop you from studying after our marriage.]

“Ab apna sabse zaroori saman apne saath le lo, aur fir hum chalye hai.” [Now take your most important stuff and then we will go.]

Shree nods, jumping from her seat, and running through her room like a tornado. The shift in her mood causes Ram to chuckle at her antics.

He watches as she takes an idol of Radha-Krishna, and a photo of her family in her other hand. With that she toddles back to Ram’s side.

“Chale Shree?” Ram questions with his hand extending towards her. [Shall we, Shree?]

“Chaliye Ram.” Shifting the photo and idol to one hand, Shree places her utmost trust in the man, placing her hand in his. [Let’s go, Ram.]

The two stare at each other, knowing that there is no going back once they leave. The two will embark on a new journey, leaving everything behind.

Thank you for reading this new series I hope you like it as much as the other one. ❤️

Tagging: @bromance-minus-the-b @shreyalokesh @iamhereforthefanfics @thewinchestergirl1208 @voidsteffy @sulthaaan @anyavaramyr @ronaldofandom @budugu @shawty-writes-a-little @saanjh-sakhi @nyotamalfoy @chaanv @obsessedtoafault @ronnoxandlumoss @maraudersbitchesassemble @dumdaradumdaradum @bibi-birdy @its-pinkfunny-blog @phoenix666stuff @ramcharanobsessed @iam-siriuslysher-lokid @yehsahihai @aasthuu @deeznutsssssblog @juhiiiiii @moonyrox @nerdreader @rosayounan @dreqmwonders @purplelandsworld @cescosstuff @hailraykin @sabi5 @guywholovestowrite @voidofdarknessworld @kaashvi-agarwal @mathy-u @ramcharanobsessed @honeybeetiny @ramayantika @ray0112 @bitchy-bi-trash @army24--7 @desibtsarmy27 @dayandnightcoffee1 @ramarajusimp @rosabella-santos @goldenharrysworld @shaktimarvel @sukitaee @rathourrakshit @desi-brownie @meownique @piku-07 @indianaestheticsblog @shadowsandsorcery7005 @amnmich @zoeladyprincess @thatonequietkid0987 @anjalis-ennui @chaoticqueenlovee @browneyesromantic

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Stop girl I beg you…stop I’m gonna die. This is too accurate. Poore Seeta had to deal with fixing his shit throughout the movie

Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh

Chapter 1 | Next

I hope you guys like this new series. A little cheesy but we love cheese.

This is not how Ram had planned his day to go. Not at all. When he had left the rented house this morning, he had wanted to get his work done and return to Delhi to continue his mission.

Ram initially had no desire to travel from Delhi to Vrindavan, but he was pressured to do so by his superiors.

Apparently Scott had received news about some tampering with the funds in Vrindavan and they had picked Ram to make sure everything was under control.

Akhtar didn’t know why Ram was leaving for Vrindavan, but he kept on repeating that he had a good feeling about Ram leaving for the holy city.

So Ram honestly has no idea of how he ended in this situation with people chasing him, and never in his life had Ram thought he would do such a thing.

Eloping with a bride from her mandap was something Ram never saw in his future, and yet here he is. Running away with someone else’s dulhan.

Shree Mohan. The daughter of most influential man of Hindustan. A girl he met just 30 minutes ago, married her, and then escaped from the mandap.

It all started from yesterday, when Ram had met with Shree’s father, Kishore Mohan, and the man had invited Ram to his youngest daughter’s wedding.

Ram didn’t want to betray the trust of the man who had invited him into his house, but after finding out that the groom had already been married and Kishore knew about it, Ram couldn’t sit still.

Ram remembers sneaking into the bride’s room, who he hadn’t met, to tell her the truth about the groom;

Closing the door behind him, Ram sighs in relief as he has finally made it into the bride’s room after trying several times.

Tracing his eyes around the room, Ram takes in the room in order to locate the bride.

His eyes find her seated in the middle of the bed, a veil over her face. Her knees pulled to her chest, and her head resting on her knees.

Through the veil, Ram can make out the forlorn expression that is present in her form. So lost in her sadness that she doesn’t even notice another presence in the room.

“Shree?” Ram softly calls out her name, taking a step forward towards her.

Ram watches as the bride slowly lifts her veiled head towards him. Gathering his courage, Ram takes a seat on the edge of the bed, in front of her.

Ram knows its not his right, but he cannot help himself when he notices the tear droplet on her hands. His hands clutch the seams of her veil and pull it over her face.

Ram feels the breath being knocked out of him, when his eyes collide with her bewitching face. Even with tears streaming down her eyes, she still manages to be the most alluring woman in Ram’s eyes.

She lives up to her name; Shree. Gorgeous, elegant, and majestic similar to Maa Lakshmi, who has charmed the world charmer.

Shree is a beauty, so ethereal and heavenly in appearance as if an upsara was reincarnated on earth. The red lehenga, and jewelry is like an accessory to her beauty.

Her eyes. What can Ram say about them? They are the most beautiful and divine pair of lotus on the universe, as well as the most pure eyes on the planet. Chocolate brown eyes, the hue of life like the Earth, mystical and as divine and vivid as the lotus.

Her feet and petitie hands are crimson from being dipped in alta, looking like the auspicious hands and feet of Maa Lakshmi. Waiting to bring good fortunate to where they step.

A face as gorgeous as the moon, with a radiance that rivals the sun. An aura of innocence and purity exudes from her features that Ram feels his sins wash away.

The woman in front of him is so mesmerizing and celestial that it seems that she has been the favourite of God to make.

Ram is brought back from admiring her when she slightly shakes the man in front of her. Shaking his head to push those thoughts away, Ram diverts his attention to her.

“Tum yeh shaadi nahi karni chahiye.” Ram’s statement echoes throughout the room due to the silence. [You shouldn’t go ahead with this marriage.]

Shree wipes the tears from her face, looking at Ram confused, “Per kyu?” She questions. [But why?]

Taking a deep breath, Ram looks into her lotus eyes and answers, “Yeh dulha pehle se hi shaadishuda hai.” [The groom is already married.]

Now Ram was expecting many things. Many different ways that Shree would react to this news. He thought she would breakdown, she would scream, she would cry, she would get angry.

But what he wasn’t ready for was her to just pass his a sorrowful smile and downcast her eyes to her hands.

“Humhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai. Sabko pata hai.” She answers in most heartbreaking tone, playing with the jewellery on her hands. [I know that the groom is married. Everyone knows.]

Ram feels a wave of disbelief course through his body at her words. He lifts the two of them off the bed, standing in the middle of the room, grasping her shoulders in a tight grip, demanding an answer.

“Agar tumhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai toh fir tumne shaadi keliye haan kyu ki?” [If you know that groom is married then why did you agree to this marriage?]

A bitter laugh escapes Shree’s lips, her eyes finding a home in Ram’s eyes. “Apko lagta hai ki mujhse poocha gaya tha? Baba ne 10 din pehle humse kaha ki meri shaadi hai. Humhe toh yeh bhi pata ki dulha hai kyon. Bas itna pata hai ki uski patni bhi iss shaadi mein hogi.” [Do you think I was asked about this? 10 days ago, Baba just said that I am getting married. I don’t even know who the groom is. All I know is that his wife will attend the wedding as well.]

Without a warning, Shree takes Ram’s hands into hers, “Humhe yeh shaadi nahi karni. Humhe padna hai. Apni padai poori karni hai. Humhe kisi shaadishuda insaan se shadi ni karni hai.” [I don’t want to get married. I want to study. Complete my education. I don’t want to marry an already married man.]

Ram watches Shree’s eyes dance in desperation, he watches her begging him. Begging him to help her. Begging him to save her from this situation.

And so he will. Ram will save Shree from this unwanted marriage. He will take her to Delhi, let her complete her education, but for that he has to do something with her permission.

A man and woman staying together, unmarried is considered a sin in the eyes of society. Even this arrangement with Ram meeting Shree alone is strictly forbidden.

Ram can bare the taunts and the digs at his character. He is used to it. Especially when he has to betray his own people and they cuss at him.

But he cannot bare the fact of letting Shree hearing those words. He cannot let others molest her character and dignity. He cannot watch her die day by day after hearing the taunts.

Fixing his posture, Ram stands tall and fearless in front of Shree, “Tumhe yeh shaadi nahi karni toh theek hai. Per…” [If you don’t want to do this marriage, then alright. But…]

“Per?” [But?]

“Per tumhe mujhse shaadi karni hogi.” Ram finally says the words that have been on his mind. [But you have to marry me.]

Ram observes shock and then betrayal wash over Shree’s face as she pulls her hands away from his grasp.

Taking a few steps back, she collapses on the bed, glaring at him with tears in her eyes. “Yeh kya keh rahe hai aap? Hum apna naam tak nahin jante. Hum toh itna jante hai ki aapko Baba shaadi pe mehman bana kar lekar aaye hain.” [What are saying? I don’t even know your name. I just know that Baba invited you as a guest.]

Ram kneels in front of her, taking her hands into his again. “Main janta hoon ki yeh aasan nahi hai. Per agar tum padna chahti ho toh mere saath bhaag chalo. Delhi mein tumhe pada sakta hoon, tum jitna padna chao tum pad sakhti ho. Per bina rishta ke hum nahi reh payenge.” [I know this is difficult. But if you want to study then run away with me. In Delhi I can help you study, you can study as much as you want. But without a relation, we won’t be able to escape.]

Shree searches Ram’s face for any lies, any deceit, but only finds genuine concern on his face. A million thoughts run throught her mind, all telling her that it isn’t logical to trust a man she just met.

But her heart tells her to trust this man. It tells her to let him guide her through this situation. That he will not let go of her hand. That he will always be there to help her.

With a tilt to her head, Shree asks the question she should have asked first, “Apka naam kya hai?” [What is your name?]

Ram softly grins at the woman, “Mera naam Ram hai. Alluri Sitarama Raju.” [My name is Ram. Alluri Sitarama Raju.]

“Ram, vaada kijiye ki aap mujhe shaadi ke baad padne denge.” Shree frees her hand from Ram’s grip and then holds it in front of him. [Ram, promise me that you will let me continue studying after our marriage.]

Ram smiles at the girl, and places his hand atop of her outstretched hand, solidifying their promise.

“Main vaada karta hoon ki main tumhe shaadi ke bad padne se nahi rokoo ga.” Ram states his promise loud and clear. [I promise that I will not stop you from studying after our marriage.]

“Ab apna sabse zaroori saman apne saath le lo, aur fir hum chalye hai.” [Now take your most important stuff and then we will go.]

Shree nods, jumping from her seat, and running through her room like a tornado. The shift in her mood causes Ram to chuckle at her antics.

He watches as she takes an idol of Radha-Krishna, and a photo of her family in her other hand. With that she toddles back to Ram’s side.

“Chale Shree?” Ram questions with his hand extending towards her. [Shall we, Shree?]

“Chaliye Ram.” Shifting the photo and idol to one hand, Shree places her utmost trust in the man, placing her hand in his. [Let’s go, Ram.]

The two stare at each other, knowing that there is no going back once they leave. The two will embark on a new journey, leaving everything behind.

Thank you for reading this new series I hope you like it as much as the other one. ❤️

Tagging: @bromance-minus-the-b @shreyalokesh @iamhereforthefanfics @thewinchestergirl1208 @voidsteffy @sulthaaan @anyavaramyr @ronaldofandom @budugu @shawty-writes-a-little @saanjh-sakhi @nyotamalfoy @chaanv @obsessedtoafault @ronnoxandlumoss @maraudersbitchesassemble @dumdaradumdaradum @bibi-birdy @its-pinkfunny-blog @phoenix666stuff @ramcharanobsessed @iam-siriuslysher-lokid @yehsahihai @aasthuu @deeznutsssssblog @juhiiiiii @moonyrox @nerdreader @rosayounan @dreqmwonders @purplelandsworld @cescosstuff @hailraykin @sabi5 @guywholovestowrite @voidofdarknessworld @kaashvi-agarwal @mathy-u @ramcharanobsessed @honeybeetiny @ramayantika @ray0112 @bitchy-bi-trash @army24--7 @desibtsarmy27 @dayandnightcoffee1 @ramarajusimp @rosabella-santos @goldenharrysworld @shaktimarvel @sukitaee @rathourrakshit @desi-brownie @meownique @piku-07 @indianaestheticsblog @shadowsandsorcery7005 @amnmich @zoeladyprincess @thatonequietkid0987 @anjalis-ennui @chaoticqueenlovee @browneyesromantic

[mish-ka]

Thanks man I tried to write how I imagined Shree like and just wrote it

Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh

Chapter 1 | Next

I hope you guys like this new series. A little cheesy but we love cheese.

This is not how Ram had planned his day to go. Not at all. When he had left the rented house this morning, he had wanted to get his work done and return to Delhi to continue his mission.

Ram initially had no desire to travel from Delhi to Vrindavan, but he was pressured to do so by his superiors.

Apparently Scott had received news about some tampering with the funds in Vrindavan and they had picked Ram to make sure everything was under control.

Akhtar didn’t know why Ram was leaving for Vrindavan, but he kept on repeating that he had a good feeling about Ram leaving for the holy city.

So Ram honestly has no idea of how he ended in this situation with people chasing him, and never in his life had Ram thought he would do such a thing.

Eloping with a bride from her mandap was something Ram never saw in his future, and yet here he is. Running away with someone else’s dulhan.

Shree Mohan. The daughter of most influential man of Hindustan. A girl he met just 30 minutes ago, married her, and then escaped from the mandap.

It all started from yesterday, when Ram had met with Shree’s father, Kishore Mohan, and the man had invited Ram to his youngest daughter’s wedding.

Ram didn’t want to betray the trust of the man who had invited him into his house, but after finding out that the groom had already been married and Kishore knew about it, Ram couldn’t sit still.

Ram remembers sneaking into the bride’s room, who he hadn’t met, to tell her the truth about the groom;

Closing the door behind him, Ram sighs in relief as he has finally made it into the bride’s room after trying several times.

Tracing his eyes around the room, Ram takes in the room in order to locate the bride.

His eyes find her seated in the middle of the bed, a veil over her face. Her knees pulled to her chest, and her head resting on her knees.

Through the veil, Ram can make out the forlorn expression that is present in her form. So lost in her sadness that she doesn’t even notice another presence in the room.

“Shree?” Ram softly calls out her name, taking a step forward towards her.

Ram watches as the bride slowly lifts her veiled head towards him. Gathering his courage, Ram takes a seat on the edge of the bed, in front of her.

Ram knows its not his right, but he cannot help himself when he notices the tear droplet on her hands. His hands clutch the seams of her veil and pull it over her face.

Ram feels the breath being knocked out of him, when his eyes collide with her bewitching face. Even with tears streaming down her eyes, she still manages to be the most alluring woman in Ram’s eyes.

She lives up to her name; Shree. Gorgeous, elegant, and majestic similar to Maa Lakshmi, who has charmed the world charmer.

Shree is a beauty, so ethereal and heavenly in appearance as if an upsara was reincarnated on earth. The red lehenga, and jewelry is like an accessory to her beauty.

Her eyes. What can Ram say about them? They are the most beautiful and divine pair of lotus on the universe, as well as the most pure eyes on the planet. Chocolate brown eyes, the hue of life like the Earth, mystical and as divine and vivid as the lotus.

Her feet and petitie hands are crimson from being dipped in alta, looking like the auspicious hands and feet of Maa Lakshmi. Waiting to bring good fortunate to where they step.

A face as gorgeous as the moon, with a radiance that rivals the sun. An aura of innocence and purity exudes from her features that Ram feels his sins wash away.

The woman in front of him is so mesmerizing and celestial that it seems that she has been the favourite of God to make.

Ram is brought back from admiring her when she slightly shakes the man in front of her. Shaking his head to push those thoughts away, Ram diverts his attention to her.

“Tum yeh shaadi nahi karni chahiye.” Ram’s statement echoes throughout the room due to the silence. [You shouldn’t go ahead with this marriage.]

Shree wipes the tears from her face, looking at Ram confused, “Per kyu?” She questions. [But why?]

Taking a deep breath, Ram looks into her lotus eyes and answers, “Yeh dulha pehle se hi shaadishuda hai.” [The groom is already married.]

Now Ram was expecting many things. Many different ways that Shree would react to this news. He thought she would breakdown, she would scream, she would cry, she would get angry.

But what he wasn’t ready for was her to just pass his a sorrowful smile and downcast her eyes to her hands.

“Humhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai. Sabko pata hai.” She answers in most heartbreaking tone, playing with the jewellery on her hands. [I know that the groom is married. Everyone knows.]

Ram feels a wave of disbelief course through his body at her words. He lifts the two of them off the bed, standing in the middle of the room, grasping her shoulders in a tight grip, demanding an answer.

“Agar tumhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai toh fir tumne shaadi keliye haan kyu ki?” [If you know that groom is married then why did you agree to this marriage?]

A bitter laugh escapes Shree’s lips, her eyes finding a home in Ram’s eyes. “Apko lagta hai ki mujhse poocha gaya tha? Baba ne 10 din pehle humse kaha ki meri shaadi hai. Humhe toh yeh bhi pata ki dulha hai kyon. Bas itna pata hai ki uski patni bhi iss shaadi mein hogi.” [Do you think I was asked about this? 10 days ago, Baba just said that I am getting married. I don’t even know who the groom is. All I know is that his wife will attend the wedding as well.]

Without a warning, Shree takes Ram’s hands into hers, “Humhe yeh shaadi nahi karni. Humhe padna hai. Apni padai poori karni hai. Humhe kisi shaadishuda insaan se shadi ni karni hai.” [I don’t want to get married. I want to study. Complete my education. I don’t want to marry an already married man.]

Ram watches Shree’s eyes dance in desperation, he watches her begging him. Begging him to help her. Begging him to save her from this situation.

And so he will. Ram will save Shree from this unwanted marriage. He will take her to Delhi, let her complete her education, but for that he has to do something with her permission.

A man and woman staying together, unmarried is considered a sin in the eyes of society. Even this arrangement with Ram meeting Shree alone is strictly forbidden.

Ram can bare the taunts and the digs at his character. He is used to it. Especially when he has to betray his own people and they cuss at him.

But he cannot bare the fact of letting Shree hearing those words. He cannot let others molest her character and dignity. He cannot watch her die day by day after hearing the taunts.

Fixing his posture, Ram stands tall and fearless in front of Shree, “Tumhe yeh shaadi nahi karni toh theek hai. Per…” [If you don’t want to do this marriage, then alright. But…]

“Per?” [But?]

“Per tumhe mujhse shaadi karni hogi.” Ram finally says the words that have been on his mind. [But you have to marry me.]

Ram observes shock and then betrayal wash over Shree’s face as she pulls her hands away from his grasp.

Taking a few steps back, she collapses on the bed, glaring at him with tears in her eyes. “Yeh kya keh rahe hai aap? Hum apna naam tak nahin jante. Hum toh itna jante hai ki aapko Baba shaadi pe mehman bana kar lekar aaye hain.” [What are saying? I don’t even know your name. I just know that Baba invited you as a guest.]

Ram kneels in front of her, taking her hands into his again. “Main janta hoon ki yeh aasan nahi hai. Per agar tum padna chahti ho toh mere saath bhaag chalo. Delhi mein tumhe pada sakta hoon, tum jitna padna chao tum pad sakhti ho. Per bina rishta ke hum nahi reh payenge.” [I know this is difficult. But if you want to study then run away with me. In Delhi I can help you study, you can study as much as you want. But without a relation, we won’t be able to escape.]

Shree searches Ram’s face for any lies, any deceit, but only finds genuine concern on his face. A million thoughts run throught her mind, all telling her that it isn’t logical to trust a man she just met.

But her heart tells her to trust this man. It tells her to let him guide her through this situation. That he will not let go of her hand. That he will always be there to help her.

With a tilt to her head, Shree asks the question she should have asked first, “Apka naam kya hai?” [What is your name?]

Ram softly grins at the woman, “Mera naam Ram hai. Alluri Sitarama Raju.” [My name is Ram. Alluri Sitarama Raju.]

“Ram, vaada kijiye ki aap mujhe shaadi ke baad padne denge.” Shree frees her hand from Ram’s grip and then holds it in front of him. [Ram, promise me that you will let me continue studying after our marriage.]

Ram smiles at the girl, and places his hand atop of her outstretched hand, solidifying their promise.

“Main vaada karta hoon ki main tumhe shaadi ke bad padne se nahi rokoo ga.” Ram states his promise loud and clear. [I promise that I will not stop you from studying after our marriage.]

“Ab apna sabse zaroori saman apne saath le lo, aur fir hum chalye hai.” [Now take your most important stuff and then we will go.]

Shree nods, jumping from her seat, and running through her room like a tornado. The shift in her mood causes Ram to chuckle at her antics.

He watches as she takes an idol of Radha-Krishna, and a photo of her family in her other hand. With that she toddles back to Ram’s side.

“Chale Shree?” Ram questions with his hand extending towards her. [Shall we, Shree?]

“Chaliye Ram.” Shifting the photo and idol to one hand, Shree places her utmost trust in the man, placing her hand in his. [Let’s go, Ram.]

The two stare at each other, knowing that there is no going back once they leave. The two will embark on a new journey, leaving everything behind.

Thank you for reading this new series I hope you like it as much as the other one. ❤️

Tagging: @bromance-minus-the-b @shreyalokesh @iamhereforthefanfics @thewinchestergirl1208 @voidsteffy @sulthaaan @anyavaramyr @ronaldofandom @budugu @shawty-writes-a-little @saanjh-sakhi @nyotamalfoy @chaanv @obsessedtoafault @ronnoxandlumoss @maraudersbitchesassemble @dumdaradumdaradum @bibi-birdy @its-pinkfunny-blog @phoenix666stuff @ramcharanobsessed @iam-siriuslysher-lokid @yehsahihai @aasthuu @deeznutsssssblog @juhiiiiii @moonyrox @nerdreader @rosayounan @dreqmwonders @purplelandsworld @cescosstuff @hailraykin @sabi5 @guywholovestowrite @voidofdarknessworld @kaashvi-agarwal @mathy-u @ramcharanobsessed @honeybeetiny @ramayantika @ray0112 @bitchy-bi-trash @army24--7 @desibtsarmy27 @dayandnightcoffee1 @ramarajusimp @rosabella-santos @goldenharrysworld @shaktimarvel @sukitaee @rathourrakshit @desi-brownie @meownique @piku-07 @indianaestheticsblog @shadowsandsorcery7005 @amnmich @zoeladyprincess @thatonequietkid0987 @anjalis-ennui @chaoticqueenlovee @browneyesromantic

[mish-ka]

I honestly didn’t plan that out. Shree was just the first name I thought of and I didn’t even realize it until now.

Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh

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I hope you guys like this new series. A little cheesy but we love cheese.

This is not how Ram had planned his day to go. Not at all. When he had left the rented house this morning, he had wanted to get his work done and return to Delhi to continue his mission.

Ram initially had no desire to travel from Delhi to Vrindavan, but he was pressured to do so by his superiors.

Apparently Scott had received news about some tampering with the funds in Vrindavan and they had picked Ram to make sure everything was under control.

Akhtar didn’t know why Ram was leaving for Vrindavan, but he kept on repeating that he had a good feeling about Ram leaving for the holy city.

So Ram honestly has no idea of how he ended in this situation with people chasing him, and never in his life had Ram thought he would do such a thing.

Eloping with a bride from her mandap was something Ram never saw in his future, and yet here he is. Running away with someone else’s dulhan.

Shree Mohan. The daughter of most influential man of Hindustan. A girl he met just 30 minutes ago, married her, and then escaped from the mandap.

It all started from yesterday, when Ram had met with Shree’s father, Kishore Mohan, and the man had invited Ram to his youngest daughter’s wedding.

Ram didn’t want to betray the trust of the man who had invited him into his house, but after finding out that the groom had already been married and Kishore knew about it, Ram couldn’t sit still.

Ram remembers sneaking into the bride’s room, who he hadn’t met, to tell her the truth about the groom;

Closing the door behind him, Ram sighs in relief as he has finally made it into the bride’s room after trying several times.

Tracing his eyes around the room, Ram takes in the room in order to locate the bride.

His eyes find her seated in the middle of the bed, a veil over her face. Her knees pulled to her chest, and her head resting on her knees.

Through the veil, Ram can make out the forlorn expression that is present in her form. So lost in her sadness that she doesn’t even notice another presence in the room.

“Shree?” Ram softly calls out her name, taking a step forward towards her.

Ram watches as the bride slowly lifts her veiled head towards him. Gathering his courage, Ram takes a seat on the edge of the bed, in front of her.

Ram knows its not his right, but he cannot help himself when he notices the tear droplet on her hands. His hands clutch the seams of her veil and pull it over her face.

Ram feels the breath being knocked out of him, when his eyes collide with her bewitching face. Even with tears streaming down her eyes, she still manages to be the most alluring woman in Ram’s eyes.

She lives up to her name; Shree. Gorgeous, elegant, and majestic similar to Maa Lakshmi, who has charmed the world charmer.

Shree is a beauty, so ethereal and heavenly in appearance as if an upsara was reincarnated on earth. The red lehenga, and jewelry is like an accessory to her beauty.

Her eyes. What can Ram say about them? They are the most beautiful and divine pair of lotus on the universe, as well as the most pure eyes on the planet. Chocolate brown eyes, the hue of life like the Earth, mystical and as divine and vivid as the lotus.

Her feet and petitie hands are crimson from being dipped in alta, looking like the auspicious hands and feet of Maa Lakshmi. Waiting to bring good fortunate to where they step.

A face as gorgeous as the moon, with a radiance that rivals the sun. An aura of innocence and purity exudes from her features that Ram feels his sins wash away.

The woman in front of him is so mesmerizing and celestial that it seems that she has been the favourite of God to make.

Ram is brought back from admiring her when she slightly shakes the man in front of her. Shaking his head to push those thoughts away, Ram diverts his attention to her.

“Tum yeh shaadi nahi karni chahiye.” Ram’s statement echoes throughout the room due to the silence. [You shouldn’t go ahead with this marriage.]

Shree wipes the tears from her face, looking at Ram confused, “Per kyu?” She questions. [But why?]

Taking a deep breath, Ram looks into her lotus eyes and answers, “Yeh dulha pehle se hi shaadishuda hai.” [The groom is already married.]

Now Ram was expecting many things. Many different ways that Shree would react to this news. He thought she would breakdown, she would scream, she would cry, she would get angry.

But what he wasn’t ready for was her to just pass his a sorrowful smile and downcast her eyes to her hands.

“Humhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai. Sabko pata hai.” She answers in most heartbreaking tone, playing with the jewellery on her hands. [I know that the groom is married. Everyone knows.]

Ram feels a wave of disbelief course through his body at her words. He lifts the two of them off the bed, standing in the middle of the room, grasping her shoulders in a tight grip, demanding an answer.

“Agar tumhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai toh fir tumne shaadi keliye haan kyu ki?” [If you know that groom is married then why did you agree to this marriage?]

A bitter laugh escapes Shree’s lips, her eyes finding a home in Ram’s eyes. “Apko lagta hai ki mujhse poocha gaya tha? Baba ne 10 din pehle humse kaha ki meri shaadi hai. Humhe toh yeh bhi pata ki dulha hai kyon. Bas itna pata hai ki uski patni bhi iss shaadi mein hogi.” [Do you think I was asked about this? 10 days ago, Baba just said that I am getting married. I don’t even know who the groom is. All I know is that his wife will attend the wedding as well.]

Without a warning, Shree takes Ram’s hands into hers, “Humhe yeh shaadi nahi karni. Humhe padna hai. Apni padai poori karni hai. Humhe kisi shaadishuda insaan se shadi ni karni hai.” [I don’t want to get married. I want to study. Complete my education. I don’t want to marry an already married man.]

Ram watches Shree’s eyes dance in desperation, he watches her begging him. Begging him to help her. Begging him to save her from this situation.

And so he will. Ram will save Shree from this unwanted marriage. He will take her to Delhi, let her complete her education, but for that he has to do something with her permission.

A man and woman staying together, unmarried is considered a sin in the eyes of society. Even this arrangement with Ram meeting Shree alone is strictly forbidden.

Ram can bare the taunts and the digs at his character. He is used to it. Especially when he has to betray his own people and they cuss at him.

But he cannot bare the fact of letting Shree hearing those words. He cannot let others molest her character and dignity. He cannot watch her die day by day after hearing the taunts.

Fixing his posture, Ram stands tall and fearless in front of Shree, “Tumhe yeh shaadi nahi karni toh theek hai. Per…” [If you don’t want to do this marriage, then alright. But…]

“Per?” [But?]

“Per tumhe mujhse shaadi karni hogi.” Ram finally says the words that have been on his mind. [But you have to marry me.]

Ram observes shock and then betrayal wash over Shree’s face as she pulls her hands away from his grasp.

Taking a few steps back, she collapses on the bed, glaring at him with tears in her eyes. “Yeh kya keh rahe hai aap? Hum apna naam tak nahin jante. Hum toh itna jante hai ki aapko Baba shaadi pe mehman bana kar lekar aaye hain.” [What are saying? I don’t even know your name. I just know that Baba invited you as a guest.]

Ram kneels in front of her, taking her hands into his again. “Main janta hoon ki yeh aasan nahi hai. Per agar tum padna chahti ho toh mere saath bhaag chalo. Delhi mein tumhe pada sakta hoon, tum jitna padna chao tum pad sakhti ho. Per bina rishta ke hum nahi reh payenge.” [I know this is difficult. But if you want to study then run away with me. In Delhi I can help you study, you can study as much as you want. But without a relation, we won’t be able to escape.]

Shree searches Ram’s face for any lies, any deceit, but only finds genuine concern on his face. A million thoughts run throught her mind, all telling her that it isn’t logical to trust a man she just met.

But her heart tells her to trust this man. It tells her to let him guide her through this situation. That he will not let go of her hand. That he will always be there to help her.

With a tilt to her head, Shree asks the question she should have asked first, “Apka naam kya hai?” [What is your name?]

Ram softly grins at the woman, “Mera naam Ram hai. Alluri Sitarama Raju.” [My name is Ram. Alluri Sitarama Raju.]

“Ram, vaada kijiye ki aap mujhe shaadi ke baad padne denge.” Shree frees her hand from Ram’s grip and then holds it in front of him. [Ram, promise me that you will let me continue studying after our marriage.]

Ram smiles at the girl, and places his hand atop of her outstretched hand, solidifying their promise.

“Main vaada karta hoon ki main tumhe shaadi ke bad padne se nahi rokoo ga.” Ram states his promise loud and clear. [I promise that I will not stop you from studying after our marriage.]

“Ab apna sabse zaroori saman apne saath le lo, aur fir hum chalye hai.” [Now take your most important stuff and then we will go.]

Shree nods, jumping from her seat, and running through her room like a tornado. The shift in her mood causes Ram to chuckle at her antics.

He watches as she takes an idol of Radha-Krishna, and a photo of her family in her other hand. With that she toddles back to Ram’s side.

“Chale Shree?” Ram questions with his hand extending towards her. [Shall we, Shree?]

“Chaliye Ram.” Shifting the photo and idol to one hand, Shree places her utmost trust in the man, placing her hand in his. [Let’s go, Ram.]

The two stare at each other, knowing that there is no going back once they leave. The two will embark on a new journey, leaving everything behind.

Thank you for reading this new series I hope you like it as much as the other one. ❤️

Tagging: @bromance-minus-the-b @shreyalokesh @iamhereforthefanfics @thewinchestergirl1208 @voidsteffy @sulthaaan @anyavaramyr @ronaldofandom @budugu @shawty-writes-a-little @saanjh-sakhi @nyotamalfoy @chaanv @obsessedtoafault @ronnoxandlumoss @maraudersbitchesassemble @dumdaradumdaradum @bibi-birdy @its-pinkfunny-blog @phoenix666stuff @ramcharanobsessed @iam-siriuslysher-lokid @yehsahihai @aasthuu @deeznutsssssblog @juhiiiiii @moonyrox @nerdreader @rosayounan @dreqmwonders @purplelandsworld @cescosstuff @hailraykin @sabi5 @guywholovestowrite @voidofdarknessworld @kaashvi-agarwal @mathy-u @ramcharanobsessed @honeybeetiny @ramayantika @ray0112 @bitchy-bi-trash @army24--7 @desibtsarmy27 @dayandnightcoffee1 @ramarajusimp @rosabella-santos @goldenharrysworld @shaktimarvel @sukitaee @rathourrakshit @desi-brownie @meownique @piku-07 @indianaestheticsblog @shadowsandsorcery7005 @amnmich @zoeladyprincess @thatonequietkid0987 @anjalis-ennui @chaoticqueenlovee @browneyesromantic

[mish-ka]

Bro that made laugh for atleast 5 minutes. Straight up calling out Ram like that is just too much, even Seeta wouldn’t call him out like that

Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh

Chapter 1 | Next

I hope you guys like this new series. A little cheesy but we love cheese.

This is not how Ram had planned his day to go. Not at all. When he had left the rented house this morning, he had wanted to get his work done and return to Delhi to continue his mission.

Ram initially had no desire to travel from Delhi to Vrindavan, but he was pressured to do so by his superiors.

Apparently Scott had received news about some tampering with the funds in Vrindavan and they had picked Ram to make sure everything was under control.

Akhtar didn’t know why Ram was leaving for Vrindavan, but he kept on repeating that he had a good feeling about Ram leaving for the holy city.

So Ram honestly has no idea of how he ended in this situation with people chasing him, and never in his life had Ram thought he would do such a thing.

Eloping with a bride from her mandap was something Ram never saw in his future, and yet here he is. Running away with someone else’s dulhan.

Shree Mohan. The daughter of most influential man of Hindustan. A girl he met just 30 minutes ago, married her, and then escaped from the mandap.

It all started from yesterday, when Ram had met with Shree’s father, Kishore Mohan, and the man had invited Ram to his youngest daughter’s wedding.

Ram didn’t want to betray the trust of the man who had invited him into his house, but after finding out that the groom had already been married and Kishore knew about it, Ram couldn’t sit still.

Ram remembers sneaking into the bride’s room, who he hadn’t met, to tell her the truth about the groom;

Closing the door behind him, Ram sighs in relief as he has finally made it into the bride’s room after trying several times.

Tracing his eyes around the room, Ram takes in the room in order to locate the bride.

His eyes find her seated in the middle of the bed, a veil over her face. Her knees pulled to her chest, and her head resting on her knees.

Through the veil, Ram can make out the forlorn expression that is present in her form. So lost in her sadness that she doesn’t even notice another presence in the room.

“Shree?” Ram softly calls out her name, taking a step forward towards her.

Ram watches as the bride slowly lifts her veiled head towards him. Gathering his courage, Ram takes a seat on the edge of the bed, in front of her.

Ram knows its not his right, but he cannot help himself when he notices the tear droplet on her hands. His hands clutch the seams of her veil and pull it over her face.

Ram feels the breath being knocked out of him, when his eyes collide with her bewitching face. Even with tears streaming down her eyes, she still manages to be the most alluring woman in Ram’s eyes.

She lives up to her name; Shree. Gorgeous, elegant, and majestic similar to Maa Lakshmi, who has charmed the world charmer.

Shree is a beauty, so ethereal and heavenly in appearance as if an upsara was reincarnated on earth. The red lehenga, and jewelry is like an accessory to her beauty.

Her eyes. What can Ram say about them? They are the most beautiful and divine pair of lotus on the universe, as well as the most pure eyes on the planet. Chocolate brown eyes, the hue of life like the Earth, mystical and as divine and vivid as the lotus.

Her feet and petitie hands are crimson from being dipped in alta, looking like the auspicious hands and feet of Maa Lakshmi. Waiting to bring good fortunate to where they step.

A face as gorgeous as the moon, with a radiance that rivals the sun. An aura of innocence and purity exudes from her features that Ram feels his sins wash away.

The woman in front of him is so mesmerizing and celestial that it seems that she has been the favourite of God to make.

Ram is brought back from admiring her when she slightly shakes the man in front of her. Shaking his head to push those thoughts away, Ram diverts his attention to her.

“Tum yeh shaadi nahi karni chahiye.” Ram’s statement echoes throughout the room due to the silence. [You shouldn’t go ahead with this marriage.]

Shree wipes the tears from her face, looking at Ram confused, “Per kyu?” She questions. [But why?]

Taking a deep breath, Ram looks into her lotus eyes and answers, “Yeh dulha pehle se hi shaadishuda hai.” [The groom is already married.]

Now Ram was expecting many things. Many different ways that Shree would react to this news. He thought she would breakdown, she would scream, she would cry, she would get angry.

But what he wasn’t ready for was her to just pass his a sorrowful smile and downcast her eyes to her hands.

“Humhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai. Sabko pata hai.” She answers in most heartbreaking tone, playing with the jewellery on her hands. [I know that the groom is married. Everyone knows.]

Ram feels a wave of disbelief course through his body at her words. He lifts the two of them off the bed, standing in the middle of the room, grasping her shoulders in a tight grip, demanding an answer.

“Agar tumhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai toh fir tumne shaadi keliye haan kyu ki?” [If you know that groom is married then why did you agree to this marriage?]

A bitter laugh escapes Shree’s lips, her eyes finding a home in Ram’s eyes. “Apko lagta hai ki mujhse poocha gaya tha? Baba ne 10 din pehle humse kaha ki meri shaadi hai. Humhe toh yeh bhi pata ki dulha hai kyon. Bas itna pata hai ki uski patni bhi iss shaadi mein hogi.” [Do you think I was asked about this? 10 days ago, Baba just said that I am getting married. I don’t even know who the groom is. All I know is that his wife will attend the wedding as well.]

Without a warning, Shree takes Ram’s hands into hers, “Humhe yeh shaadi nahi karni. Humhe padna hai. Apni padai poori karni hai. Humhe kisi shaadishuda insaan se shadi ni karni hai.” [I don’t want to get married. I want to study. Complete my education. I don’t want to marry an already married man.]

Ram watches Shree’s eyes dance in desperation, he watches her begging him. Begging him to help her. Begging him to save her from this situation.

And so he will. Ram will save Shree from this unwanted marriage. He will take her to Delhi, let her complete her education, but for that he has to do something with her permission.

A man and woman staying together, unmarried is considered a sin in the eyes of society. Even this arrangement with Ram meeting Shree alone is strictly forbidden.

Ram can bare the taunts and the digs at his character. He is used to it. Especially when he has to betray his own people and they cuss at him.

But he cannot bare the fact of letting Shree hearing those words. He cannot let others molest her character and dignity. He cannot watch her die day by day after hearing the taunts.

Fixing his posture, Ram stands tall and fearless in front of Shree, “Tumhe yeh shaadi nahi karni toh theek hai. Per…” [If you don’t want to do this marriage, then alright. But…]

“Per?” [But?]

“Per tumhe mujhse shaadi karni hogi.” Ram finally says the words that have been on his mind. [But you have to marry me.]

Ram observes shock and then betrayal wash over Shree’s face as she pulls her hands away from his grasp.

Taking a few steps back, she collapses on the bed, glaring at him with tears in her eyes. “Yeh kya keh rahe hai aap? Hum apna naam tak nahin jante. Hum toh itna jante hai ki aapko Baba shaadi pe mehman bana kar lekar aaye hain.” [What are saying? I don’t even know your name. I just know that Baba invited you as a guest.]

Ram kneels in front of her, taking her hands into his again. “Main janta hoon ki yeh aasan nahi hai. Per agar tum padna chahti ho toh mere saath bhaag chalo. Delhi mein tumhe pada sakta hoon, tum jitna padna chao tum pad sakhti ho. Per bina rishta ke hum nahi reh payenge.” [I know this is difficult. But if you want to study then run away with me. In Delhi I can help you study, you can study as much as you want. But without a relation, we won’t be able to escape.]

Shree searches Ram’s face for any lies, any deceit, but only finds genuine concern on his face. A million thoughts run throught her mind, all telling her that it isn’t logical to trust a man she just met.

But her heart tells her to trust this man. It tells her to let him guide her through this situation. That he will not let go of her hand. That he will always be there to help her.

With a tilt to her head, Shree asks the question she should have asked first, “Apka naam kya hai?” [What is your name?]

Ram softly grins at the woman, “Mera naam Ram hai. Alluri Sitarama Raju.” [My name is Ram. Alluri Sitarama Raju.]

“Ram, vaada kijiye ki aap mujhe shaadi ke baad padne denge.” Shree frees her hand from Ram’s grip and then holds it in front of him. [Ram, promise me that you will let me continue studying after our marriage.]

Ram smiles at the girl, and places his hand atop of her outstretched hand, solidifying their promise.

“Main vaada karta hoon ki main tumhe shaadi ke bad padne se nahi rokoo ga.” Ram states his promise loud and clear. [I promise that I will not stop you from studying after our marriage.]

“Ab apna sabse zaroori saman apne saath le lo, aur fir hum chalye hai.” [Now take your most important stuff and then we will go.]

Shree nods, jumping from her seat, and running through her room like a tornado. The shift in her mood causes Ram to chuckle at her antics.

He watches as she takes an idol of Radha-Krishna, and a photo of her family in her other hand. With that she toddles back to Ram’s side.

“Chale Shree?” Ram questions with his hand extending towards her. [Shall we, Shree?]

“Chaliye Ram.” Shifting the photo and idol to one hand, Shree places her utmost trust in the man, placing her hand in his. [Let’s go, Ram.]

The two stare at each other, knowing that there is no going back once they leave. The two will embark on a new journey, leaving everything behind.

Thank you for reading this new series I hope you like it as much as the other one. ❤️

Tagging: @bromance-minus-the-b @shreyalokesh @iamhereforthefanfics @thewinchestergirl1208 @voidsteffy @sulthaaan @anyavaramyr @ronaldofandom @budugu @shawty-writes-a-little @saanjh-sakhi @nyotamalfoy @chaanv @obsessedtoafault @ronnoxandlumoss @maraudersbitchesassemble @dumdaradumdaradum @bibi-birdy @its-pinkfunny-blog @phoenix666stuff @ramcharanobsessed @iam-siriuslysher-lokid @yehsahihai @aasthuu @deeznutsssssblog @juhiiiiii @moonyrox @nerdreader @rosayounan @dreqmwonders @purplelandsworld @cescosstuff @hailraykin @sabi5 @guywholovestowrite @voidofdarknessworld @kaashvi-agarwal @mathy-u @ramcharanobsessed @honeybeetiny @ramayantika @ray0112 @bitchy-bi-trash @army24--7 @desibtsarmy27 @dayandnightcoffee1 @ramarajusimp @rosabella-santos @goldenharrysworld @shaktimarvel @sukitaee @rathourrakshit @desi-brownie @meownique @piku-07 @indianaestheticsblog @shadowsandsorcery7005 @amnmich @zoeladyprincess @thatonequietkid0987 @anjalis-ennui @chaoticqueenlovee @browneyesromantic

[mish-ka]

Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh

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I hope you guys like this new series. A little cheesy but we love cheese.

This is not how Ram had planned his day to go. Not at all. When he had left the rented house this morning, he had wanted to get his work done and return to Delhi to continue his mission.

Ram initially had no desire to travel from Delhi to Vrindavan, but he was pressured to do so by his superiors.

Apparently Scott had received news about some tampering with the funds in Vrindavan and they had picked Ram to make sure everything was under control.

Akhtar didn���t know why Ram was leaving for Vrindavan, but he kept on repeating that he had a good feeling about Ram leaving for the holy city.

So Ram honestly has no idea of how he ended in this situation with people chasing him, and never in his life had Ram thought he would do such a thing.

Eloping with a bride from her mandap was something Ram never saw in his future, and yet here he is. Running away with someone else’s dulhan.

Shree Mohan. The daughter of most influential man of Hindustan. A girl he met just 30 minutes ago, married her, and then escaped from the mandap.

It all started from yesterday, when Ram had met with Shree’s father, Kishore Mohan, and the man had invited Ram to his youngest daughter’s wedding.

Ram didn’t want to betray the trust of the man who had invited him into his house, but after finding out that the groom had already been married and Kishore knew about it, Ram couldn’t sit still.

Ram remembers sneaking into the bride’s room, who he hadn’t met, to tell her the truth about the groom;

Closing the door behind him, Ram sighs in relief as he has finally made it into the bride’s room after trying several times.

Tracing his eyes around the room, Ram takes in the room in order to locate the bride.

His eyes find her seated in the middle of the bed, a veil over her face. Her knees pulled to her chest, and her head resting on her knees.

Through the veil, Ram can make out the forlorn expression that is present in her form. So lost in her sadness that she doesn’t even notice another presence in the room.

“Shree?” Ram softly calls out her name, taking a step forward towards her.

Ram watches as the bride slowly lifts her veiled head towards him. Gathering his courage, Ram takes a seat on the edge of the bed, in front of her.

Ram knows its not his right, but he cannot help himself when he notices the tear droplet on her hands. His hands clutch the seams of her veil and pull it over her face.

Ram feels the breath being knocked out of him, when his eyes collide with her bewitching face. Even with tears streaming down her eyes, she still manages to be the most alluring woman in Ram’s eyes.

She lives up to her name; Shree. Gorgeous, elegant, and majestic similar to Maa Lakshmi, who has charmed the world charmer.

Shree is a beauty, so ethereal and heavenly in appearance as if an upsara was reincarnated on earth. The red lehenga, and jewelry is like an accessory to her beauty.

Her eyes. What can Ram say about them? They are the most beautiful and divine pair of lotus on the universe, as well as the most pure eyes on the planet. Chocolate brown eyes, the hue of life like the Earth, mystical and as divine and vivid as the lotus.

Her feet and petitie hands are crimson from being dipped in alta, looking like the auspicious hands and feet of Maa Lakshmi. Waiting to bring good fortunate to where they step.

A face as gorgeous as the moon, with a radiance that rivals the sun. An aura of innocence and purity exudes from her features that Ram feels his sins wash away.

The woman in front of him is so mesmerizing and celestial that it seems that she has been the favourite of God to make.

Ram is brought back from admiring her when she slightly shakes the man in front of her. Shaking his head to push those thoughts away, Ram diverts his attention to her.

“Tum yeh shaadi nahi karni chahiye.” Ram’s statement echoes throughout the room due to the silence. [You shouldn’t go ahead with this marriage.]

Shree wipes the tears from her face, looking at Ram confused, “Per kyu?” She questions. [But why?]

Taking a deep breath, Ram looks into her lotus eyes and answers, “Yeh dulha pehle se hi shaadishuda hai.” [The groom is already married.]

Now Ram was expecting many things. Many different ways that Shree would react to this news. He thought she would breakdown, she would scream, she would cry, she would get angry.

But what he wasn’t ready for was her to just pass his a sorrowful smile and downcast her eyes to her hands.

“Humhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai. Sabko pata hai.” She answers in most heartbreaking tone, playing with the jewellery on her hands. [I know that the groom is married. Everyone knows.]

Ram feels a wave of disbelief course through his body at her words. He lifts the two of them off the bed, standing in the middle of the room, grasping her shoulders in a tight grip, demanding an answer.

“Agar tumhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai toh fir tumne shaadi keliye haan kyu ki?” [If you know that groom is married then why did you agree to this marriage?]

A bitter laugh escapes Shree’s lips, her eyes finding a home in Ram’s eyes. “Apko lagta hai ki mujhse poocha gaya tha? Baba ne 10 din pehle humse kaha ki meri shaadi hai. Humhe toh yeh bhi pata ki dulha hai kyon. Bas itna pata hai ki uski patni bhi iss shaadi mein hogi.” [Do you think I was asked about this? 10 days ago, Baba just said that I am getting married. I don’t even know who the groom is. All I know is that his wife will attend the wedding as well.]

Without a warning, Shree takes Ram’s hands into hers, “Humhe yeh shaadi nahi karni. Humhe padna hai. Apni padai poori karni hai. Humhe kisi shaadishuda insaan se shadi ni karni hai.” [I don’t want to get married. I want to study. Complete my education. I don’t want to marry an already married man.]

Ram watches Shree’s eyes dance in desperation, he watches her begging him. Begging him to help her. Begging him to save her from this situation.

And so he will. Ram will save Shree from this unwanted marriage. He will take her to Delhi, let her complete her education, but for that he has to do something with her permission.

A man and woman staying together, unmarried is considered a sin in the eyes of society. Even this arrangement with Ram meeting Shree alone is strictly forbidden.

Ram can bare the taunts and the digs at his character. He is used to it. Especially when he has to betray his own people and they cuss at him.

But he cannot bare the fact of letting Shree hearing those words. He cannot let others molest her character and dignity. He cannot watch her die day by day after hearing the taunts.

Fixing his posture, Ram stands tall and fearless in front of Shree, “Tumhe yeh shaadi nahi karni toh theek hai. Per…” [If you don’t want to do this marriage, then alright. But…]

“Per?” [But?]

“Per tumhe mujhse shaadi karni hogi.” Ram finally says the words that have been on his mind. [But you have to marry me.]

Ram observes shock and then betrayal wash over Shree’s face as she pulls her hands away from his grasp.

Taking a few steps back, she collapses on the bed, glaring at him with tears in her eyes. “Yeh kya keh rahe hai aap? Hum apna naam tak nahin jante. Hum toh itna jante hai ki aapko Baba shaadi pe mehman bana kar lekar aaye hain.” [What are saying? I don’t even know your name. I just know that Baba invited you as a guest.]

Ram kneels in front of her, taking her hands into his again. “Main janta hoon ki yeh aasan nahi hai. Per agar tum padna chahti ho toh mere saath bhaag chalo. Delhi mein tumhe pada sakta hoon, tum jitna padna chao tum pad sakhti ho. Per bina rishta ke hum nahi reh payenge.” [I know this is difficult. But if you want to study then run away with me. In Delhi I can help you study, you can study as much as you want. But without a relation, we won’t be able to escape.]

Shree searches Ram’s face for any lies, any deceit, but only finds genuine concern on his face. A million thoughts run throught her mind, all telling her that it isn’t logical to trust a man she just met.

But her heart tells her to trust this man. It tells her to let him guide her through this situation. That he will not let go of her hand. That he will always be there to help her.

With a tilt to her head, Shree asks the question she should have asked first, “Apka naam kya hai?” [What is your name?]

Ram softly grins at the woman, “Mera naam Ram hai. Alluri Sitarama Raju.” [My name is Ram. Alluri Sitarama Raju.]

“Ram, vaada kijiye ki aap mujhe shaadi ke baad padne denge.” Shree frees her hand from Ram’s grip and then holds it in front of him. [Ram, promise me that you will let me continue studying after our marriage.]

Ram smiles at the girl, and places his hand atop of her outstretched hand, solidifying their promise.

“Main vaada karta hoon ki main tumhe shaadi ke bad padne se nahi rokoo ga.” Ram states his promise loud and clear. [I promise that I will not stop you from studying after our marriage.]

“Ab apna sabse zaroori saman apne saath le lo, aur fir hum chalye hai.” [Now take your most important stuff and then we will go.]

Shree nods, jumping from her seat, and running through her room like a tornado. The shift in her mood causes Ram to chuckle at her antics.

He watches as she takes an idol of Radha-Krishna, and a photo of her family in her other hand. With that she toddles back to Ram’s side.

“Chale Shree?” Ram questions with his hand extending towards her. [Shall we, Shree?]

“Chaliye Ram.” Shifting the photo and idol to one hand, Shree places her utmost trust in the man, placing her hand in his. [Let’s go, Ram.]

The two stare at each other, knowing that there is no going back once they leave. The two will embark on a new journey, leaving everything behind.

Thank you for reading this new series I hope you like it as much as the other one. ❤️

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[mish-ka]

Chandani Se Noor Ke

A/N: Sorry ji, sorry for posting after such a long time — and I would like to apologize for the poorly written try at a steamy scene. It’s my first time writing it.

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Growing up in a home where Freedom fighters were frequently sheltered, Y/N has seen a lot of things. Seen things that kids should never be exposed to. However, Y/N was unfazed by it; in fact, it strengthened her resolve to bring down the British.

But. For the first time in her life, Y/N is scared. Scared not for herself, but for the man in front of her. The man, who lives next door to her. the man with whom she shares her meals. The man, who has warmed a place in her heart.

Ram. Her Ram is covered in wounds all over his body, his eyes swollen from what looks like a blunt force. His uniform covered in blood, ripped off and torn apart.

As he limps closer to her, Y/N examines the bruises that litter his handsome face. Blood trickles down every inch of his face, and it physically hurts her.

Without a second thought, Y/N is supporting Ram upright. She places Ram’s arm around her shoulder, and uses her other hand to hold his hand.

A million questions swirl in her head, yet she knows that now is not the time. She needs to get Ram’s wounds treated and get him to his bedroom.

“Y/N?” Ram’s voice is barely a whisper, but with the intimacy between the two, Y/N can hear him clearly.

In his subconscious state, Ram manages to peer at Y/N, noticing the worried look on her face. It is clear that she is shaken by the sight of him like this, but he cannot do anything about that. He wasn’t in the state to do anything, but watch.

Watch as she struggles to hurl him to his bedroom. As his weight sags from losing his equilibrium, he watches as she runs into doors and walls. Watches as he almost crushes her with his body weight.

As he senses the comforting sensation of his bed underneath him, Ram feels a little more stable. Due to his weight, Ram somehow manages to pull Y/N down with him.

Now, with Y/N over him on the bed, Ram cannot help himself but admire her beauty as the two become more and more engaged in a passionate eye lock.

Ram gently approaches Y/N while lifting a battered hand and moving a curl behind her ear. She was warm in contrast to his icy touch.

Ram's chilly fingertips brush Y/ N's warm cheeks, sending a shudder up her spine. When his left hand touches her left cheek, she can't help but lean into his touch.

“Ram?”

Ram might not be in the correct frame of mind, because it is inconceivable that he would have felt the urge to ravage Y/N only because she spoke his name.

Her lips. Oh, how he starts to get closer to them, his pulse racing with the need to taste those cupid's lips. Something dark swirls inside Ram when he realizes that he wants to see them swollen from his kisses.

The same darkness carries over to how Ram wants to spend every night ravaging her voluptuous body. Make sure she can’t walk in the morning from being with him. Mark her body so she knows she belongs to him.

Him. He wants her to belong to him. Only him. He wants her to only pay attention to him. Care only about him.

Ram’s bruised hand travels from Y/N’s cheeks, to her waist. Y/N trembles and her breath catches in her throat. "Ram?"

With awareness of his injuries, Y/N lifts her hand and lays it on his face, brushing her thumb down the delicate edge of his mouth. Her probing eyes linger for a while over his, searching for any indications of pain or discomfort.

With a hazy mind, Ram begins to rubs circle on her waist, lazy fingers trailing down the length of her sternum. Her skin prickles at the touch, and Ram melts at the moan he draws from her.

The moon witness their intimacy, blowing gentle breeze with an intoxicating scent. The rain that pours matches the rhythm of their hearts.

The sheets tangle with their legs and the bedsheet crumbles when Ram slowly turns the two over, with Ram on top and Y/N beneath him.

Ram doesn’t whether it is the pain from his injuries or his feelings for Y/N that make carnal desires to course through his body at the sight of Y/N under him.

With half lidded eyes, Y/N swallows, peering deeply into his eyes.

His eyes which are a puzzle to his soul. The puzzle that once you solve it, you have access to his soul that shoulders many burdens. All through the window of his eyes.

A puzzle that Y/N is willing to solve. A burden is ready to help him out with. A window that she is ready to peer through. All to get a look at his beautiful soul.

The sight of Y/N gulping latches Ram’s eyes to her neck. A hiss escapes his lips when he finds a small black mole on the side of her neck; presumably her sweet spot.

Ram drags his hand over the lenght of Y/N’s stretched arms, intertwining his hands with hers, almost binding her to spot with his tight grip.

The translucent curtains dance to the winds of kama, casting the perfect veil of privacy and security on the couple.

Ram tries, yet fails to control himself from lowering his face into her neck. His hot breathing fanning her hair away from the neck.

A chortled falls from Y/N’s lips just as Ram’s beard comes in contact with the skin under her chin. He feels Y/N shift below him, her hand tightening her grip on his.

Ram’s lips peck tenderly over the small mole on her neck, her breath catching in her throat. “Ram…”

Ram watches as Y/N’s eyes roll back into her head when she experiences pleasure like she has never before. It only urges him more, fueling the fire of his desire for her.

Continuing with his task, Ram peppers Y/N’s soft neck with kisses, tender and gentle — some feeling like a brush of his lips against her skin.

The moonlight, the rain, and the wind all are witnesses to the two lovers burning in the fire of their passion and true love.

Letting the souls unite is the task of tonight’s romantic weather. Fire and Earth coming together to help one’s ferocity and the other’s gentleness.

However, it seems that the Gods have other plans. It seems that tonight is not the best night for the reunion of Fire and Earth, when water isn’t in the equation of their lives.

So when Y/N, who was previously feeling a knot of pleasure in her stomach, feels a sudden weight thump on top of her, it startles her out of her sensual state.

Slowly opening her eyes, Y/N is faced with the sight of a mop of black hair. Lifting her head, she notices the sleeping form of Ram on top of her.

His head is nestled in the crook of her neck, one of his hand intertwined with her own and the other underneath, wrapped around her waist. His legs lay between the partition of her own legs.

Sighing heavily, Y/N lets her arm swaddle the back of Ram’s head, softly scratching his hair on the back.

Turning her head to side, she watches as the moon filters the beauty of her face. Under the noor and protection of the chand, she closes her eyes, slipping into slumber.

The strings of their lives becoming more interesting with the moon’s light as its beautiful witness.

Dhaage Tod Lao

Chandani ke Noor ke

A/N: Please Chapal mat marna, I only know how to write this much smut for now. When I learn I promise I will write more.

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[mish-ka]

Just watched Marjaavaan again, now I feel like writing angst. I feel like causing pain. A fluff writer….writing Angst.

Should I write a Ram x reader angst?

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[mish-ka]

That’s what I do. I just can’t help myself.

Main Hoon Gumsum

A/N: Heyyy Sorry for the late update but I’ve been busy doing some moving around. So sorry for the delay. I hope you like it.

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It felt like a dream. A beautiful dream that Ram yearned for. A dream that Ram knew wouldn’t last for long. A dream that Ram knew was bond to break. Yet the memories of the dream and Y/N were what kept Ram going on with his day.

After last night, all he can think about is Y/N. Even his work couldn’t divert his attention away from Y/N’s thoughts. It was driving his fellow officers crazy that he wasn’t focused on his work today.

His mind kept travelling to Y/N’s round face that has a serene glow like the moon. Ram sometimes wonders the way her face would fit in his palms with such ease, not that he would try to something like that. Yet.

Her big lotus like eyes, that resemble the richness of honey and the gentleness of Earth. They appear intoxicating to anyone that dares to look into them.

Her plump lips that just flash her beautiful dimpled smile. A smile that you can’t even lift your eyes from. Her smile is the most beautiful thing that extends to showcasing her precious soul.

Her voluptuous body and the way she styles her saree just takes Ram's heart away. Her long hair that kiss her lower back. And last night when she had tucked her pallu away around her waist was just...it was something Ram cannot describe.

Her jewellery that seemed to look even better just because she was the one who wore them. It was like she is the one to that adds character and life to the ornaments.

Her alta cladded hands that Ram just wants to hold in his own cold ones. The soft and warm hands that seem to know what they are doing, but elegantly.

Her payal that clashes against the ground making his heart beat quicken. It was like she matched that chiming of the payal with his heart on purpose.

And her fragrance…her fragrance is sweet, yet intoxicating. Sweet like a mother’s embrace, who wants to hide you from your sorrows and pain. Intoxicating like an apsara waiting to seduce you to forget your reality. And Ram just wants to give in.

The night he spent with Y/N last night was the best memory Ram had made in awhile. A break from his day to day cruel life. He got to know a lot about her yesterday while they talked during dinner.

Spending time with Y/N, is like an escape from the harsh truth that is his reality. His job. And the brutality of it. Just being with Y/N makes him forget all about it.

It’s crazy that he has met her the day before yesterday, however there is a certain pull that he feels towards her. It makes Ram want to be in her presence.

To let lose of his pain, and break down completely, only for her to fix him and put it back.

Forget all about what how he betrays his own brothers, hands them over to vicious hands of the British Government. How he has to control his anger whenever he sees a British soldier abusing the civilians.

But alas, that escape from his reality didn’t last for much longer. And here he is back at his work standing in from of a mob of protestors.

“Lala Lajpat Rai ko azaad karo! Azaad karo!” [Release our leader, Lala Lajpat Rai!]

The mob doesn’t seem to be backing down from their demands, and had Ram not been in the place that he was, he wouldn’t have backed down either.

The fence shook violently and so did the courage of the officers stand beside him in the front lines. It was apparent that the mob wasn’t gonna back down.

Stand tall like a mountain, Ram faces the crowd fearlessly, whereas his fellow officers back up in fear as the protesters being to bang fire torches at the fence, causing fire embers to fly towards the police station.

In the background, he can hear the British officer demand for more troops to help them. Yet Ram’s focus doesn’t waver away from the angry crowd.

Just then, one of his Sikh brother throws a rock over the fence. The airborne rock precisely manages to clash with a photograph of Scott Buxton.

Watching his photograph shatter on the ground makes Ram feel smug on the inside. He couldn’t be more proud of his Sikh brother, who managed to aim so precisely.

However that pride doesn’t last for long as his British Superior begins to shout in his obnoxious voice and obnoxious accent. “Arrest that bastard!…And bring him to me!”

And it is at this moment that Ram realizes that he could’ve just stayed home, and spent the day with Y/N, maybe showing her around and getting to know him.

They say that the crash from dreams to reality is quite brutal and now Ram understands why.

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Y/N L/N, the youngest daughter in her household. The Lakshmi of her parents house, the apple of her parents eye, the beloved sister of her older brother and sister, and the mischievous sister-in-law for her jijaji and bhabhi.

All her life, Y/N has been sheltered by her protective family. Being the youngest, she has also had the liberty of being able to get away with anything.

Being of progressive thoughts, her parents didn’t mourn like others when Y/N or her sister were born. Instead they celebrated their birth, going as far as proclaiming that they had been blessed with two Lakshmi in their house.

Her parents being barristers themselves, they never believed in the idea that women shouldn’t be educated. Instead, to prove the society wrong, they taught both their daughters to read and write. For her parents, both her sister and Y/N are Saraswati, Lakshmi, and Gauri.

Now both her sister and her can overcome any obstacles thrown their way by the society. Her sister is an author that spreads her thoughts of freedom, and Y/N spreads her knowledge by teaching children.

Her brother ignored any of his friends that mocked both her sister and Y/N and taught both of them to defend themselves. Where her sister wasn’t as interested as Y/N learned archery, gun shooting, and how to fight with a dagger.

Whenever their mother was busy, Y/N’s older sister helped raised her. She would sing Y/N a lullaby to put Y/N’s curious mind at rest. Her older sister was her shield from all the negativity that surrounded their relatives and the world.

Since her parents were barrister fighting for the freedom and independence of Bharat, Y/N’s childhood was surrounded by freedom fighters who would rest at their house under rouse.

The name her parents had made for themselves was enough to invoke fear in the officers minds. They wouldn’t search their house, even if they knew that the freedom fighters were in there.

Which is why, Y/N is never afraid of speaking her mind when it comes to injust the Britishers inflict on the poor citizens. And which is also why the scene in front of her is so infuriating.

A crowd is formed around a garage, and the sound of poor citizen getting whipped by a arrogant British officer, all while the British lady accompanying him stands horrified.

Breaking through the crowd, Y/N is faced with a built man in a white kurta being hit by a ruthlesd British officer. Y/N glances around and notices how everyone is boiling in anger yet no one says anything.

A yelp from the man reverts her attention back the scene in front of her. It causes her an unknown pain as the man continues to cry out in pain while the officer doesn’t stop.

A weird connection pulls her towards the man in the kurta. A connection similar to the one she felt with Ram, yet so different. A more brotherly bond towards him.

Another cry of pain and Y/N launches herself between the man and the officer. “I suggest you stop, officer.”

The officer halts his action and turns towards Y/N with scowl on his face. A mocking smirk dances on his lips as he raises his brow at her.

“And what if I don’t, brown rubbish.” The officer has the gall to say, as if that wasn’t the most racist thing.

Before the officer, Robert, even has time to react, his belt has transferred from his hands to the woman’s, in front of him. It frightens him at the speed she moves at.

A smirk tugs on Y/N’s face as she pulls at the belt, presenting it to the officer. “Call me brown rubbish once more. I dare you.”

“You’re quite cocky, aren’t you?” Robert snarls back, not wanting to lose to a lower class Indian. And that too a girl.

Y/N’s smirk just widens, and she looks directly into Robert’s eyes, as if challenging him. “Hello kettle.”

Robert grits his teeth at the woman using English proverbs to mock him. Taking a step forward, he gets right into her face. “I could have you arrested, you know.”

While the two continue to glare at each other, Bheem just watches from his spot from the ground. His body itches forward as the officer takes a step towards the woman.

The unknown woman, who Bheem feels like he must protect, like Malli. A unknown protective that he has only felt towards Malli. It was weird yet it somehow made sense.

He felt a sisterly bond to the woman who has stepped in to save him from the officer. Standing fiercely like Maa Kali in front of the officer, not even an ounce of fear or nervousness in her eyes.

It is admiring at how she radiates the aura of divinity and Shakti. She has everyone’s attention trained on her with how captivating she is in her stand-off.

Standing in front of the man, like an unmoving mountain that even the most determined winds can’t move. That even the wildest of fired can’t destroy. A mountain that even water can’t dissolve.

“Go ahead, my dear. My mother and father are barrister, you must’ve heard of them, M/N and F/N L/N.” The bengali woman says with a pleased look on her face.

The woman who accompanied Robert gasps and instantly steps forward to pull him away from Y/N. It seems that Robert understands who she is, as even he is pale.

Without saying a word, Robert turns around, his face a bright red from the embarrassment and anger from what has just transpired between him and this brown woman.

Y/N and everyone else watches as the man and the lady drive away on the motorcycle. They all let out an sigh of relief and the crowd defuses from around them.

Bheem watches as the woman’s fierce eyes dissolves into a soft warmth as soon as they land on him, like dirt in water. The woman steps forward and kneels in front of him with such grace that its impossible to believe that she is the one who made that officer run away.

He doesn’t even notice when she takes his wounded arm into her hands. But her soft voice breaks his trance, “Dada, aapko dard ho raha hai kya?” [Brother, are you in any pain?]

“Nahi, per shukriya mujhe bachane keliye.” Bheem appreciates the woman for her help. [No, but thank you for saving me.]

Y/N softly frowns at the man, and says, “Ab aap apni behen ko shukriya bologe, Dada?” [So now you’ll say thank you to your sister, brother?]

A smile tugs on Bheem’s face at her words. It’s true that she does feel like a sister to him. “Mere naam Akhtar hai, aur tum?” [My name is Akhtar, and you are?]

It kills Bheem to lie to her. An overwhelming guilt washes over him for having lied to her. And its a little unusual but not bad. But Bheem must lie to her, if not for himself, then for her own safety.

“Mera naam Y/N L/N hai.” Y/N answers him back as she helps him off the ground. [My name is Y/N L/N.]

“Tum yahan nayi aai ho na?” Bheem can tell from the accent that lingers even when she tries to speak hindi. [You’re new here, aren’t you?]

Y/N sighs and nods her head with a smile. “Ji, Dada. Hum yahan do din pehle aaye hai.” [Yes, brother. I arrived just two days ago.]

Bheem shakes his head in understanding, and then turns to her with his bright eyes. “Aaj humare saath raat ka khaana kha kar hi jao na?” [Will you have dinner with us tonight?]

Unfortunately for Bheem, Y/N just shakes her head with a grim smile. “Aaj nahi, Akhtar Dada. Lekin kisi aur din.” [Not today, Akhtar Dada. But some other day.]

Anyday, Y/N would’ve accepted Akhtar’s offer in a heartbeat, but she had to make dinner for Ram. And after last night, she enjoyed having dinner with him.

Bheem nods at her, though he is quite disheartened himself. But she said some other day, so maybe he can invite her some other time for dinner.

Soon, the two bid goodbye to each other, with Bheem reminding Y/N to take care and get home safely. Y/N, on the other hand, reminds him to apply herbs on his wounds and to take care.

The two depart with a beautiful brotherly-Sisterly bond. The bond between Water and Earth.

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Y/N paces the floor, her eyes travelling to the sky and then to the front door of Ram’s house. Here she is, seated at the steps of her house, waiting for Ram to return.

It’s dark and quiet at night, with the street all empty and only lit by the moonlight and lanterns that hang from their neighbours and their houses.

Anxiety and nervousness tears at her stomach as she wonders about all the reasons Ram could be late. Even if she tries, she can’t push the dark thoughts that somehow wiggle into her brain.

What if Ram wasn’t coming home tonight? What if he was attacked by some British officer? What if he become a target of their brutality?

It was hard to keep her thoughts under control, yet she tried her best. Even her book wasn’t interesting enough to take her mind off of worrying about Ram. She can’t believe that she is worrying over a man she met two days ago, yet here she is.

Y/N can’t help it. Ram has unknowingly provided her with a sense of security and protection. It makes her feel at home. Just how she felt when she lived with her parents.

Any fears of loneliness have been driven away just by his mere presence. Any fears of anything harmful happening to her vanished just at one look at his bulging arm muscles.

Yes. She did shamelessly admired him from her kitchen last night. When he was seated on that jhula, his eyes trained on his hands, he failed to notice that she could watch him from the window.

His soft smile tugged at her heart strings, and all she wanted to do was gift him with all the happiness in this world. All she wants is to make him smile like that all the time.

His fluffy hair make her hands itch with the need to run her fingers through them. Feel how soft they are. Feel how silky they are when she runs her fingers through it. Wants to know what it feels like to give him a head massage.

His eyes…she just wants to take a dive and then continue to drown in them, without a care of the world. Never wale up from the dreams that she will be pulled into just from the magnitude of his eyes.

His tall and muscular build that looks great in suspenders but appear breathtaking whenever he wears a kurta at night. It just takes her breath away when he walks in with a kurta on.

And his fragrance. His fragrance is different from others. Its mixture of an Earthy and musk like scent that makes her head spin just from a whiff of it. And that too during the jhula incident.

He is just overall a little too handsome in Y/N’s eyes. It should be crime to look that great, even with that moustache. Actually. Especially with that moustache.

But alas, enough of this shamelessly admitting that she finds Ram handsome. It’s a topic for a different time. Maybe she should write a book on him, take a few notes and tips from her sister.

The sound of heavy boots hitting the ground is enough to pull her out of her inappropriate thoughts and onto the man that is staggering his way down the street.

Almost on instinct, she rushes forward to help this poor man. Just as she gets close enough, the man lifts his gaze from the ground and towards her.

The light from the lantern hits the man’s face and what Y/N witnesses is enough to make her gasp, and place a hand over her mouth in horror. Her eyes scan the man’s face, and she finally manages to gather the courage.

“Ram?”

Main hoon gumsum,

Tu bhi khamosh hai.

A/N: Sorry for the cringe scene between Bheem and Y/N. I need coffee right nkw.

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001. — Kuch Toh Hua Hai — [𝐑𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.] ✯

002. — Hawayein — [𝐑𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.] ✯

003. — Rait Zara Si — [𝐑𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.] ✯

004. — Main Hoon Gumsum — [𝐑𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐛 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧.] ✯☹︎

005. — Chandani Se Noor Ke — [Ram’s mind is foggy and filled with his desires for the woman.] ❁ ✯

━━ 𝗔𝗷𝗲𝗲𝗯 𝗗𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻 𝗛𝗮𝗶 𝗬𝗲𝗵 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 ━━

001. — Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh — [Ram never imagined he would help a bride escape from her wedding and then marry her.] ✯✍︎︎

━━ 𝗨𝗽𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 ━━

001. — Ik Chit Van Mein — [𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫.] ✯☹︎✍︎︎

━━ 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀/𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 ━━

001. — Main Tenu Samjhawan Ki — [𝐑𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫.] ✯☹︎✍︎︎

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Main Hoon Gumsum

A/N: Heyyy Sorry for the late update but I’ve been busy doing some moving around. So sorry for the delay. I hope you like it.

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It felt like a dream. A beautiful dream that Ram yearned for. A dream that Ram knew wouldn’t last for long. A dream that Ram knew was bond to break. Yet the memories of the dream and Y/N were what kept Ram going on with his day.

After last night, all he can think about is Y/N. Even his work couldn’t divert his attention away from Y/N’s thoughts. It was driving his fellow officers crazy that he wasn’t focused on his work today.

His mind kept travelling to Y/N’s round face that has a serene glow like the moon. Ram sometimes wonders the way her face would fit in his palms with such ease, not that he would try to something like that. Yet.

Her big lotus like eyes, that resemble the richness of honey and the gentleness of Earth. They appear intoxicating to anyone that dares to look into them.

Her plump lips that just flash her beautiful dimpled smile. A smile that you can’t even lift your eyes from. Her smile is the most beautiful thing that extends to showcasing her precious soul.

Her voluptuous body and the way she styles her saree just takes Ram's heart away. Her long hair that kiss her lower back. And last night when she had tucked her pallu away around her waist was just...it was something Ram cannot describe.

Her jewellery that seemed to look even better just because she was the one who wore them. It was like she is the one to that adds character and life to the ornaments.

Her alta cladded hands that Ram just wants to hold in his own cold ones. The soft and warm hands that seem to know what they are doing, but elegantly.

Her payal that clashes against the ground making his heart beat quicken. It was like she matched that chiming of the payal with his heart on purpose.

And her fragrance…her fragrance is sweet, yet intoxicating. Sweet like a mother’s embrace, who wants to hide you from your sorrows and pain. Intoxicating like an apsara waiting to seduce you to forget your reality. And Ram just wants to give in.

The night he spent with Y/N last night was the best memory Ram had made in awhile. A break from his day to day cruel life. He got to know a lot about her yesterday while they talked during dinner.

Spending time with Y/N, is like an escape from the harsh truth that is his reality. His job. And the brutality of it. Just being with Y/N makes him forget all about it.

It’s crazy that he has met her the day before yesterday, however there is a certain pull that he feels towards her. It makes Ram want to be in her presence.

To let lose of his pain, and break down completely, only for her to fix him and put it back.

Forget all about what how he betrays his own brothers, hands them over to vicious hands of the British Government. How he has to control his anger whenever he sees a British soldier abusing the civilians.

But alas, that escape from his reality didn’t last for much longer. And here he is back at his work standing in from of a mob of protestors.

“Lala Lajpat Rai ko azaad karo! Azaad karo!” [Release our leader, Lala Lajpat Rai!]

The mob doesn’t seem to be backing down from their demands, and had Ram not been in the place that he was, he wouldn’t have backed down either.

The fence shook violently and so did the courage of the officers stand beside him in the front lines. It was apparent that the mob wasn’t gonna back down.

Stand tall like a mountain, Ram faces the crowd fearlessly, whereas his fellow officers back up in fear as the protesters being to bang fire torches at the fence, causing fire embers to fly towards the police station.

In the background, he can hear the British officer demand for more troops to help them. Yet Ram’s focus doesn’t waver away from the angry crowd.

Just then, one of his Sikh brother throws a rock over the fence. The airborne rock precisely manages to clash with a photograph of Scott Buxton.

Watching his photograph shatter on the ground makes Ram feel smug on the inside. He couldn’t be more proud of his Sikh brother, who managed to aim so precisely.

However that pride doesn’t last for long as his British Superior begins to shout in his obnoxious voice and obnoxious accent. “Arrest that bastard!…And bring him to me!”

And it is at this moment that Ram realizes that he could’ve just stayed home, and spent the day with Y/N, maybe showing her around and getting to know him.

They say that the crash from dreams to reality is quite brutal and now Ram understands why.

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Y/N L/N, the youngest daughter in her household. The Lakshmi of her parents house, the apple of her parents eye, the beloved sister of her older brother and sister, and the mischievous sister-in-law for her jijaji and bhabhi.

All her life, Y/N has been sheltered by her protective family. Being the youngest, she has also had the liberty of being able to get away with anything.

Being of progressive thoughts, her parents didn’t mourn like others when Y/N or her sister were born. Instead they celebrated their birth, going as far as proclaiming that they had been blessed with two Lakshmi in their house.

Her parents being barristers themselves, they never believed in the idea that women shouldn’t be educated. Instead, to prove the society wrong, they taught both their daughters to read and write. For her parents, both her sister and Y/N are Saraswati, Lakshmi, and Gauri.

Now both her sister and her can overcome any obstacles thrown their way by the society. Her sister is an author that spreads her thoughts of freedom, and Y/N spreads her knowledge by teaching children.

Her brother ignored any of his friends that mocked both her sister and Y/N and taught both of them to defend themselves. Where her sister wasn’t as interested as Y/N learned archery, gun shooting, and how to fight with a dagger.

Whenever their mother was busy, Y/N’s older sister helped raised her. She would sing Y/N a lullaby to put Y/N’s curious mind at rest. Her older sister was her shield from all the negativity that surrounded their relatives and the world.

Since her parents were barrister fighting for the freedom and independence of Bharat, Y/N’s childhood was surrounded by freedom fighters who would rest at their house under rouse.

The name her parents had made for themselves was enough to invoke fear in the officers minds. They wouldn’t search their house, even if they knew that the freedom fighters were in there.

Which is why, Y/N is never afraid of speaking her mind when it comes to injust the Britishers inflict on the poor citizens. And which is also why the scene in front of her is so infuriating.

A crowd is formed around a garage, and the sound of poor citizen getting whipped by a arrogant British officer, all while the British lady accompanying him stands horrified.

Breaking through the crowd, Y/N is faced with a built man in a white kurta being hit by a ruthlesd British officer. Y/N glances around and notices how everyone is boiling in anger yet no one says anything.

A yelp from the man reverts her attention back the scene in front of her. It causes her an unknown pain as the man continues to cry out in pain while the officer doesn’t stop.

A weird connection pulls her towards the man in the kurta. A connection similar to the one she felt with Ram, yet so different. A more brotherly bond towards him.

Another cry of pain and Y/N launches herself between the man and the officer. “I suggest you stop, officer.”

The officer halts his action and turns towards Y/N with scowl on his face. A mocking smirk dances on his lips as he raises his brow at her.

“And what if I don’t, brown rubbish.” The officer has the gall to say, as if that wasn’t the most racist thing.

Before the officer, Robert, even has time to react, his belt has transferred from his hands to the woman’s, in front of him. It frightens him at the speed she moves at.

A smirk tugs on Y/N’s face as she pulls at the belt, presenting it to the officer. “Call me brown rubbish once more. I dare you.”

“You’re quite cocky, aren’t you?” Robert snarls back, not wanting to lose to a lower class Indian. And that too a girl.

Y/N’s smirk just widens, and she looks directly into Robert’s eyes, as if challenging him. “Hello kettle.”

Robert grits his teeth at the woman using English proverbs to mock him. Taking a step forward, he gets right into her face. “I could have you arrested, you know.”

While the two continue to glare at each other, Bheem just watches from his spot from the ground. His body itches forward as the officer takes a step towards the woman.

The unknown woman, who Bheem feels like he must protect, like Malli. A unknown protective that he has only felt towards Malli. It was weird yet it somehow made sense.

He felt a sisterly bond to the woman who has stepped in to save him from the officer. Standing fiercely like Maa Kali in front of the officer, not even an ounce of fear or nervousness in her eyes.

It is admiring at how she radiates the aura of divinity and Shakti. She has everyone’s attention trained on her with how captivating she is in her stand-off.

Standing in front of the man, like an unmoving mountain that even the most determined winds can’t move. That even the wildest of fired can’t destroy. A mountain that even water can’t dissolve.

“Go ahead, my dear. My mother and father are barrister, you must’ve heard of them, M/N and F/N L/N.” The bengali woman says with a pleased look on her face.

The woman who accompanied Robert gasps and instantly steps forward to pull him away from Y/N. It seems that Robert understands who she is, as even he is pale.

Without saying a word, Robert turns around, his face a bright red from the embarrassment and anger from what has just transpired between him and this brown woman.

Y/N and everyone else watches as the man and the lady drive away on the motorcycle. They all let out an sigh of relief and the crowd defuses from around them.

Bheem watches as the woman’s fierce eyes dissolves into a soft warmth as soon as they land on him, like dirt in water. The woman steps forward and kneels in front of him with such grace that its impossible to believe that she is the one who made that officer run away.

He doesn’t even notice when she takes his wounded arm into her hands. But her soft voice breaks his trance, “Dada, aapko dard ho raha hai kya?” [Brother, are you in any pain?]

“Nahi, per shukriya mujhe bachane keliye.” Bheem appreciates the woman for her help. [No, but thank you for saving me.]

Y/N softly frowns at the man, and says, “Ab aap apni behen ko shukriya bologe, Dada?” [So now you’ll say thank you to your sister, brother?]

A smile tugs on Bheem’s face at her words. It’s true that she does feel like a sister to him. “Mere naam Akhtar hai, aur tum?” [My name is Bheem, and you are?]

It kills Bheem to lie to her. An overwhelming guilt washes over him for having lied to her. And its a little unusual but not bad. But Bheem must lie to her, if not for himself, then for her own safety.

“Mera naam Y/N L/N hai.” Y/N answers him back as she helps him off the ground. [My name is Y/N L/N.]

“Tum yahan nayi aai ho na?” Bheem can tell from the accent that lingers even when she tries to speak hindi. [You’re new here, aren’t you?]

Y/N sighs and nods her head with a smile. “Ji, Dada. Hum yahan do din pehle aaye hai.” [Yes, brother. I arrived just two days ago.]

Bheem shakes his head in understanding, and then turns to her with his bright eyes. “Aaj humare saath raat ka khaana kha kar hi jao na?” [Will you have dinner with us tonight?]

Unfortunately for Bheem, Y/N just shakes her head with a grim smile. “Aaj nahi, Akhtar Dada. Lekin kisi aur din.” [Not today, Akhtar Dada. But some other day.]

Anyday, Y/N would’ve accepted Akhtar’s offer in a heartbeat, but she had to make dinner for Ram. And after last night, she enjoyed having dinner with him.

Bheem nods at her, though he is quite disheartened himself. But she said some other day, so maybe he can invite her some other time for dinner.

Soon, the two bid goodbye to each other, with Bheem reminding Y/N to take care and get home safely. Y/N, on the other hand, reminds him to apply herbs on his wounds and to take care.

The two depart with a beautiful brotherly-Sisterly bond. The bond between Water and Earth.

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Y/N paces the floor, her eyes travelling to the sky and then to the front door of Ram’s house. Here she is, seated at the steps of her house, waiting for Ram to return.

It’s dark and quiet at night, with the street all empty and only lit by the moonlight and lanterns that hang from their neighbours and their houses.

Anxiety and nervousness tears at her stomach as she wonders about all the reasons Ram could be late. Even if she tries, she can’t push the dark thoughts that somehow wiggle into her brain.

What if Ram wasn’t coming home tonight? What if he was attacked by some British officer? What if he become a target of their brutality?

It was hard to keep her thoughts under control, yet she tried her best. Even her book wasn’t interesting enough to take her mind off of worrying about Ram. She can’t believe that she is worrying over a man she met two days ago, yet here she is.

Y/N can’t help it. Ram has unknowingly provided her with a sense of security and protection. It makes her feel at home. Just how she felt when she lived with her parents.

Any fears of loneliness have been driven away just by his mere presence. Any fears of anything harmful happening to her vanished just at one look at his bulging arm muscles.

Yes. She did shamelessly admired him from her kitchen last night. When he was seated on that jhula, his eyes trained on his hands, he failed to notice that she could watch him from the window.

His soft smile tugged at her heart strings, and all she wanted to do was gift him with all the happiness in this world. All she wants is to make him smile like that all the time.

His fluffy hair make her hands itch with the need to run her fingers through them. Feel how soft they are. Feel how silky they are when she runs her fingers through it. Wants to know what it feels like to give him a head massage.

His eyes…she just wants to take a dive and then continue to drown in them, without a care of the world. Never wale up from the dreams that she will be pulled into just from the magnitude of his eyes.

His tall and muscular build that looks great in suspenders but appear breathtaking whenever he wears a kurta at night. It just takes her breath away when he walks in with a kurta on.

And his fragrance. His fragrance is different from others. Its mixture of an Earthy and musk like scent that makes her head spin just from a whiff of it. And that too during the jhula incident.

He is just overall a little too handsome in Y/N’s eyes. It should be crime to look that great, even with that moustache. Actually. Especially with that moustache.

But alas, enough of this shamelessly admitting that she finds Ram handsome. It’s a topic for a different time. Maybe she should write a book on him, take a few notes and tips from her sister.

The sound of heavy boots hitting the ground is enough to pull her out of her inappropriate thoughts and onto the man that is staggering his way down the street.

Almost on instinct, she rushes forward to help this poor man. Just as she gets close enough, the man lifts his gaze from the ground and towards her.

The light from the lantern hits the man’s face and what Y/N witnesses is enough to make her gasp, and place a hand over her mouth in horror. Her eyes scan the man’s face, and she finally manages to gather the courage.

“Ram?”

Main hoon gumsum,

Tu bhi khamosh hai.

A/N: Sorry for the cringe scene between Bheem and Y/N. I need coffee right nkw.

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Main Hoon Gumsum

A/N: Heyyy Sorry for the late update but I’ve been busy doing some moving around. So sorry for the delay. I hope you like it.

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It felt like a dream. A beautiful dream that Ram yearned for. A dream that Ram knew wouldn’t last for long. A dream that Ram knew was bond to break. Yet the memories of the dream and Y/N were what kept Ram going on with his day.

After last night, all he can think about is Y/N. Even his work couldn’t divert his attention away from Y/N’s thoughts. It was driving his fellow officers crazy that he wasn’t focused on his work today.

His mind kept travelling to Y/N’s round face that has a serene glow like the moon. Ram sometimes wonders the way her face would fit in his palms with such ease, not that he would try to something like that. Yet.

Her big lotus like eyes, that resemble the richness of honey and the gentleness of Earth. They appear intoxicating to anyone that dares to look into them.

Her plump lips that just flash her beautiful dimpled smile. A smile that you can’t even lift your eyes from. Her smile is the most beautiful thing that extends to showcasing her precious soul.

Her voluptuous body and the way she styles her saree just takes Ram's heart away. Her long hair that kiss her lower back. And last night when she had tucked her pallu away around her waist was just...it was something Ram cannot describe.

Her jewellery that seemed to look even better just because she was the one who wore them. It was like she is the one to that adds character and life to the ornaments.

Her alta cladded hands that Ram just wants to hold in his own cold ones. The soft and warm hands that seem to know what they are doing, but elegantly.

Her payal that clashes against the ground making his heart beat quicken. It was like she matched that chiming of the payal with his heart on purpose.

And her fragrance…her fragrance is sweet, yet intoxicating. Sweet like a mother’s embrace, who wants to hide you from your sorrows and pain. Intoxicating like an apsara waiting to seduce you to forget your reality. And Ram just wants to give in.

The night he spent with Y/N last night was the best memory Ram had made in awhile. A break from his day to day cruel life. He got to know a lot about her yesterday while they talked during dinner.

Spending time with Y/N, is like an escape from the harsh truth that is his reality. His job. And the brutality of it. Just being with Y/N makes him forget all about it.

It’s crazy that he has met her the day before yesterday, however there is a certain pull that he feels towards her. It makes Ram want to be in her presence.

To let lose of his pain, and break down completely, only for her to fix him and put it back.

Forget all about what how he betrays his own brothers, hands them over to vicious hands of the British Government. How he has to control his anger whenever he sees a British soldier abusing the civilians.

But alas, that escape from his reality didn’t last for much longer. And here he is back at his work standing in from of a mob of protestors.

“Lala Lajpat Rai ko azaad karo! Azaad karo!” [Release our leader, Lala Lajpat Rai!]

The mob doesn’t seem to be backing down from their demands, and had Ram not been in the place that he was, he wouldn’t have backed down either.

The fence shook violently and so did the courage of the officers stand beside him in the front lines. It was apparent that the mob wasn’t gonna back down.

Stand tall like a mountain, Ram faces the crowd fearlessly, whereas his fellow officers back up in fear as the protesters being to bang fire torches at the fence, causing fire embers to fly towards the police station.

In the background, he can hear the British officer demand for more troops to help them. Yet Ram’s focus doesn’t waver away from the angry crowd.

Just then, one of his Sikh brother throws a rock over the fence. The airborne rock precisely manages to clash with a photograph of Scott Buxton.

Watching his photograph shatter on the ground makes Ram feel smug on the inside. He couldn’t be more proud of his Sikh brother, who managed to aim so precisely.

However that pride doesn’t last for long as his British Superior begins to shout in his obnoxious voice and obnoxious accent. “Arrest that bastard!…And bring him to me!”

And it is at this moment that Ram realizes that he could’ve just stayed home, and spent the day with Y/N, maybe showing her around and getting to know him.

They say that the crash from dreams to reality is quite brutal and now Ram understands why.

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Y/N L/N, the youngest daughter in her household. The Lakshmi of her parents house, the apple of her parents eye, the beloved sister of her older brother and sister, and the mischievous sister-in-law for her jijaji and bhabhi.

All her life, Y/N has been sheltered by her protective family. Being the youngest, she has also had the liberty of being able to get away with anything.

Being of progressive thoughts, her parents didn’t mourn like others when Y/N or her sister were born. Instead they celebrated their birth, going as far as proclaiming that they had been blessed with two Lakshmi in their house.

Her parents being barristers themselves, they never believed in the idea that women shouldn’t be educated. Instead, to prove the society wrong, they taught both their daughters to read and write. For her parents, both her sister and Y/N are Saraswati, Lakshmi, and Gauri.

Now both her sister and her can overcome any obstacles thrown their way by the society. Her sister is an author that spreads her thoughts of freedom, and Y/N spreads her knowledge by teaching children.

Her brother ignored any of his friends that mocked both her sister and Y/N and taught both of them to defend themselves. Where her sister wasn’t as interested as Y/N learned archery, gun shooting, and how to fight with a dagger.

Whenever their mother was busy, Y/N’s older sister helped raised her. She would sing Y/N a lullaby to put Y/N’s curious mind at rest. Her older sister was her shield from all the negativity that surrounded their relatives and the world.

Since her parents were barrister fighting for the freedom and independence of Bharat, Y/N’s childhood was surrounded by freedom fighters who would rest at their house under rouse.

The name her parents had made for themselves was enough to invoke fear in the officers minds. They wouldn’t search their house, even if they knew that the freedom fighters were in there.

Which is why, Y/N is never afraid of speaking her mind when it comes to injust the Britishers inflict on the poor citizens. And which is also why the scene in front of her is so infuriating.

A crowd is formed around a garage, and the sound of poor citizen getting whipped by a arrogant British officer, all while the British lady accompanying him stands horrified.

Breaking through the crowd, Y/N is faced with a built man in a white kurta being hit by a ruthlesd British officer. Y/N glances around and notices how everyone is boiling in anger yet no one says anything.

A yelp from the man reverts her attention back the scene in front of her. It causes her an unknown pain as the man continues to cry out in pain while the officer doesn’t stop.

A weird connection pulls her towards the man in the kurta. A connection similar to the one she felt with Ram, yet so different. A more brotherly bond towards him.

Another cry of pain and Y/N launches herself between the man and the officer. “I suggest you stop, officer.”

The officer halts his action and turns towards Y/N with scowl on his face. A mocking smirk dances on his lips as he raises his brow at her.

“And what if I don’t, brown rubbish.” The officer has the gall to say, as if that wasn’t the most racist thing.

Before the officer, Robert, even has time to react, his belt has transferred from his hands to the woman’s, in front of him. It frightens him at the speed she moves at.

A smirk tugs on Y/N’s face as she pulls at the belt, presenting it to the officer. “Call me brown rubbish once more. I dare you.”

“You’re quite cocky, aren’t you?” Robert snarls back, not wanting to lose to a lower class Indian. And that too a girl.

Y/N’s smirk just widens, and she looks directly into Robert’s eyes, as if challenging him. “Hello kettle.”

Robert grits his teeth at the woman using English proverbs to mock him. Taking a step forward, he gets right into her face. “I could have you arrested, you know.”

While the two continue to glare at each other, Bheem just watches from his spot from the ground. His body itches forward as the officer takes a step towards the woman.

The unknown woman, who Bheem feels like he must protect, like Malli. A unknown protective that he has only felt towards Malli. It was weird yet it somehow made sense.

He felt a sisterly bond to the woman who has stepped in to save him from the officer. Standing fiercely like Maa Kali in front of the officer, not even an ounce of fear or nervousness in her eyes.

It is admiring at how she radiates the aura of divinity and Shakti. She has everyone’s attention trained on her with how captivating she is in her stand-off.

Standing in front of the man, like an unmoving mountain that even the most determined winds can’t move. That even the wildest of fired can’t destroy. A mountain that even water can’t dissolve.

“Go ahead, my dear. My mother and father are barrister, you must’ve heard of them, M/N and F/N L/N.” The bengali woman says with a pleased look on her face.

The woman who accompanied Robert gasps and instantly steps forward to pull him away from Y/N. It seems that Robert understands who she is, as even he is pale.

Without saying a word, Robert turns around, his face a bright red from the embarrassment and anger from what has just transpired between him and this brown woman.

Y/N and everyone else watches as the man and the lady drive away on the motorcycle. They all let out an sigh of relief and the crowd defuses from around them.

Bheem watches as the woman’s fierce eyes dissolves into a soft warmth as soon as they land on him, like dirt in water. The woman steps forward and kneels in front of him with such grace that its impossible to believe that she is the one who made that officer run away.

He doesn’t even notice when she takes his wounded arm into her hands. But her soft voice breaks his trance, “Dada, aapko dard ho raha hai kya?” [Brother, are you in any pain?]

“Nahi, per shukriya mujhe bachane keliye.” Bheem appreciates the woman for her help. [No, but thank you for saving me.]

Y/N softly frowns at the man, and says, “Ab aap apni behen ko shukriya bologe, Dada?” [So now you’ll say thank you to your sister, brother?]

A smile tugs on Bheem’s face at her words. It’s true that she does feel like a sister to him. “Mere naam Akhtar hai, aur tum?” [My name is Akhtar, and you are?]

It kills Bheem to lie to her. An overwhelming guilt washes over him for having lied to her. And its a little unusual but not bad. But Bheem must lie to her, if not for himself, then for her own safety.

“Mera naam Y/N L/N hai.” Y/N answers him back as she helps him off the ground. [My name is Y/N L/N.]

“Tum yahan nayi aai ho na?” Bheem can tell from the accent that lingers even when she tries to speak hindi. [You’re new here, aren’t you?]

Y/N sighs and nods her head with a smile. “Ji, Dada. Hum yahan do din pehle aaye hai.” [Yes, brother. I arrived just two days ago.]

Bheem shakes his head in understanding, and then turns to her with his bright eyes. “Aaj humare saath raat ka khaana kha kar hi jao na?” [Will you have dinner with us tonight?]

Unfortunately for Bheem, Y/N just shakes her head with a grim smile. “Aaj nahi, Akhtar Dada. Lekin kisi aur din.” [Not today, Akhtar Dada. But some other day.]

Anyday, Y/N would’ve accepted Akhtar’s offer in a heartbeat, but she had to make dinner for Ram. And after last night, she enjoyed having dinner with him.

Bheem nods at her, though he is quite disheartened himself. But she said some other day, so maybe he can invite her some other time for dinner.

Soon, the two bid goodbye to each other, with Bheem reminding Y/N to take care and get home safely. Y/N, on the other hand, reminds him to apply herbs on his wounds and to take care.

The two depart with a beautiful brotherly-Sisterly bond. The bond between Water and Earth.

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Y/N paces the floor, her eyes travelling to the sky and then to the front door of Ram’s house. Here she is, seated at the steps of her house, waiting for Ram to return.

It’s dark and quiet at night, with the street all empty and only lit by the moonlight and lanterns that hang from their neighbours and their houses.

Anxiety and nervousness tears at her stomach as she wonders about all the reasons Ram could be late. Even if she tries, she can’t push the dark thoughts that somehow wiggle into her brain.

What if Ram wasn’t coming home tonight? What if he was attacked by some British officer? What if he become a target of their brutality?

It was hard to keep her thoughts under control, yet she tried her best. Even her book wasn’t interesting enough to take her mind off of worrying about Ram. She can’t believe that she is worrying over a man she met two days ago, yet here she is.

Y/N can’t help it. Ram has unknowingly provided her with a sense of security and protection. It makes her feel at home. Just how she felt when she lived with her parents.

Any fears of loneliness have been driven away just by his mere presence. Any fears of anything harmful happening to her vanished just at one look at his bulging arm muscles.

Yes. She did shamelessly admired him from her kitchen last night. When he was seated on that jhula, his eyes trained on his hands, he failed to notice that she could watch him from the window.

His soft smile tugged at her heart strings, and all she wanted to do was gift him with all the happiness in this world. All she wants is to make him smile like that all the time.

His fluffy hair make her hands itch with the need to run her fingers through them. Feel how soft they are. Feel how silky they are when she runs her fingers through it. Wants to know what it feels like to give him a head massage.

His eyes…she just wants to take a dive and then continue to drown in them, without a care of the world. Never wale up from the dreams that she will be pulled into just from the magnitude of his eyes.

His tall and muscular build that looks great in suspenders but appear breathtaking whenever he wears a kurta at night. It just takes her breath away when he walks in with a kurta on.

And his fragrance. His fragrance is different from others. Its mixture of an Earthy and musk like scent that makes her head spin just from a whiff of it. And that too during the jhula incident.

He is just overall a little too handsome in Y/N’s eyes. It should be crime to look that great, even with that moustache. Actually. Especially with that moustache.

But alas, enough of this shamelessly admitting that she finds Ram handsome. It’s a topic for a different time. Maybe she should write a book on him, take a few notes and tips from her sister.

The sound of heavy boots hitting the ground is enough to pull her out of her inappropriate thoughts and onto the man that is staggering his way down the street.

Almost on instinct, she rushes forward to help this poor man. Just as she gets close enough, the man lifts his gaze from the ground and towards her.

The light from the lantern hits the man’s face and what Y/N witnesses is enough to make her gasp, and place a hand over her mouth in horror. Her eyes scan the man’s face, and she finally manages to gather the courage.

“Ram?”

Main hoon gumsum,

Tu bhi khamosh hai.

A/N: Sorry for the cringe scene between Bheem and Y/N. I need coffee right nkw.

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I loved it and the brother-sister relation between Bheem and Chinni is just 🤌

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WORD COUNT: 1118

SUMMARY: The story of a young girl who was taken away from her people and doesn’t wish that fate on another innocent child.

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Chinni was packing, and it started raining, so she planned to wait until the rain stopped before leaving the manor. 

With the help of Kamalamma, she packed all the things she needed.

Kamalamma was sad to see Chinni go as she was the closest thing she had to a child.

There were secret tunnels in the manor which Chinni knew about. She planned on using them to go out if the Scotts attempted to block her.

Chinni was roaming in the secret tunnels trying to devise a plan to make sure Malli was returned to her village. She was also wondering where to stay when she left the manor. She thought of asking Jenny for help, and suddenly she remembered Akhtar. She decided to ask for his help with rescuing Malli and helping her find a place to stay.

While roaming the tunnels, she came to a spot where she could hear many people talking. She realized she was near the Governor’s conference room.

She remembered being here a few days ago when she was bored and roaming the tunnels. 

A few days ago 

She tried listening to what was being spoken.

They talked about some man who had come to take the tribal girl back. He was said to be dangerous, and the Governor said the person who caught the man would be rewarded. 

Then she heard one man say

“Do you want him dead or alive?”

Lady Scott responded that she would reward him if the rebel was caught dead or promoted to a special officer if the rebel was captured alive. 

The person who said he would catch it didn’t sound British or even remotely like an Englishman. He sounded like an Indian. 

Oh, how she hated people who were Indian but worked for the British against Indians. 

Chinni came out of her musings and heard people leaving the conference room. 

She went out of the tunnels and noticed that the rain had stopped.

She went to her room, took her belongings, and started to leave the manor. She was stopped at the gate. 

“Let me go!”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Rosie, I’m not allowed to send you out without the orders of Lady Scott." 

Chinni glared at the guard. Another guard came and said, 

"I’m sorry, Ms. Rosie, he was on leave for the past month.

He doesn’t know that the Lady had permitted you to leave and come as you pleased when you started going out with Miss Jenny" 

With that, they opened the doors, and Chinni stepped out. 

She felt free.

Something she hadn’t felt ever since she was taken from her home.

She breathed in the fresh air and started walking. 

She went to Akhtar’s place.

She convinced Akhtar that she had a fight with the Scotts and ran away. Akhtar was happy to have her stay at his place until she could figure something out.

Chinni was so amazed by their hospitality.

One day she asked Akhtar to take her to the temple.

She asked him to come inside. Akhtar hesitantly went in.

“Akhtar bhai! Mein aap se kuch bolungi. Ise bolne se pehle, bhagwan ke kasam leti hu ki mein jhoot nahi bol rahi hu”

Akhtar brother. I am going to say you something. Before saying this, I promise on god that I am not lying.

“Kya hai Memsaab”

What is it Memsaab?

“Pehle aap mujhe memsaab mat bulao na”

First of all please stop calling me memsaab.

“Thik hai. Lekin baat kya hai?”

Ok. But what is the matter?

“Meri asli naam Chinni hai. Aur mujhe Angrez log jabardasti se yaha le aaye hai”

My real name is Chinni. The english people forcefully bought me here.

Akhtar was not expecting that and was clearly shocked.

Chinni didn’t notice his shocked expression and continued.

"Mein asal me Andhra se hu. Ek Choti si gaav se. 

Mein jab choti thi mujhe yaha le aaye hai aur tab se mein yahi rahi hu.

 Ek bar mere baba aaye the aur mujhe le gaye par ye log phir se aake mujhe le aaye aur meri gaav ko jala diye”

I am actually from Andhra. From a small village.

When I was a kid they brought me here and i have been here since then.

Once my father came and took me back but these people came again and took me and burnt my village.

Akhtar placed his hand on her arm, making her stop her speech.

“Nuvvu telugu ammayi va talli?”

Are you a telugu girl my dear?

Chinni was clearly not expecting to hear that. Tears welled up in her eyes hearing someone speak her language.

"Avunu anna”

yes brother

He reached up and wiped away tears that had streamed down.

He motioned her to go on.

���Nannu veellu chitrahinsalu pettaru. Nenu ikkadaki ochinappati nundi oka kshanam kooda santosham ga undi ledu.

 Innallu pattindhi naaku akkadini nundi dhairyam ga ravadaniki.”

They tortured me a lot. Since i came here i haven’t been happy for even a     single moment.

It took me this long to get the courage to leave.

She looked at him and steeled herself as she was about to ask his help to save Malli.

“ Nenu bayataku ochindi oka mukyamaina vishayam meeda anna. Naaku nee saayam kavali”

I came out on an important mission. I need your help.

“Cheppu talli”

Tell my dear

“ Nannu teesukuni vachinattu ee durmargulu inko chinna pillanu teesukocharu”

These monsters brought another small girl just like they bought me.

Akhtar’s heart stopped beating for a moment after hearing that. Is she talking about Malli? He thought. He decided not to interrupt her until she completed speaking.

“Aa Pilla peru Malli. Ee madhyane vallu Adilabad ku vellaru.

 Akkada Gondla pilla anta. Teesukoni vacharu. 

Papam chinnapilla anna.

Nenu tanani kalisanu. Tanalo nannu nene choosukunnanu.

Naaku jariginattu tanaki avvakoodadu ani nirnayinchukunna. 

Andhuke nenu akkada nunchi bayataku vachanu anna.

Aa pilla vallu Delhi ki vacharanta aamenu teesukuni vellataniki. Vallu evaro kanukkovali. Andhuku naaku nee saayam kavali. Vallanu kalisi malli ni elago ala appaginchanli.

Nakku saayam cheyave neeku runa padi unta.”

That girl’s name is Malli. Recently they went to Adilabad.

She is a girl from the Gond tribe it seems. They brought her here.

She is just a poor little girl brother.

I met her. I saw myself in her.

I decided that what happened to me shouldn’t happen to her.

That’s why I came out of that place brother

It seems her people had come to Delhi to take her back. I need to find them. I need your help for that. I want to meet them and hand Malli over to them somehow.

Help me please. I will be indebted to you.

It was then that she noticed tears in his eyes.

He hugged her suddenly, and she didn’t understand why.

When he moved back, he spoke.

“ Aa malli naa chellenamma.

Danni tolkapotaniki ochindi nenenamma.”

That Malli is my sister dear.

I am the one who came to take her back

Chinni was speechless for a moment. And then her mind processed the information, and now, she was the one who hugged him.

Ram went for a ride to clear his head. He needed a calm mind to make a plan to catch the tribal man who escaped. He was the key person who would lead him to the Gondla Kapari. 

He was distracted and didn’t notice that the goods train going below the bridge had an accident. There was fire all over. He saw a small boy stuck in the fire. 

He knew he needed to help but didn’t know how. 

He saw a man near the riverbank asking others to help him save the boy. 

Ram waved to the man and signaled him on a plan to save the boy. 

The man came to the top of the bridge with his bike. In the meantime, Ram managed to tie the rope and took a flag he found nearby. Both of them jumped off the bridge at the same time. 

The man picked up the boy and threw him to Ram, and Ram threw the flag at that man. 

Again they had swung high because of the jump’s momentum, and Ram threw the boy to the coast. 

The other man had wrapped the flag around himself when engulfed by the fire. 

He emerged safe, and they both joined hands when they swung near each other and introduced themselves. 

"Raju" 

"Akhtar”

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