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Chaar Diwaari

Summary: You were framed for a murder that you admit you didn't do, and the interrogation with a strict police officer doesn't go as planned. Part 2 soon

S/n: because @ramayantika is so nice to me. This fic was asked months ago and maybe i am finally coming back to writing. tune in every weekend?

"And you didn't bother to come to police because?"

The police officer sat in front of you, the wooden chair creaking from the age and weight of the stars of pride shining on his brown uniform. You gaped, unknowing how to answer that. His cabin held silence, his blunt nails tapping on the table filling your ears. "because i thought i could handle it" The situation was not as easy as you were trying to make it out to be. You were caught with a knife in your hands, blood trickling down the blade like stream of milk. A man, formerly your stalker, laid ahead, wounded. Probably dead- no, hopefully dead. Yet, you claimed that you were framed. That you don't have anything to do with it. A. Ramaraju, one of the cruelest police officer was assigned this case.

"And you did, didn't you?" You shook your head at his implication, staring in his eyes, god, his eyes. His eyelashes were probably longer than yours, and held deep brown pools, reflecting the setting sun outside. You've been here since early morning, surviving on 4 chais. And it didn't look like you were going home any early either. The officer's voice boomed again, as he leaned back, taking off his cap and ruffling his hair. Your heart might have fluttered, a feeling you can't say as anxiety booming in you. But you kept your face stoic, your right leg draped over your left knee, bouncing, and your arms crossed on your chest. Your eyes narrow.

"Let's take it from the top. 2nd August, you realized a man has started following you. 9th August, he made some suggestive actions. 12th August, you saw him wounded when he was following you again. 20th August, a huge sum of money is transferred from your bank account to-" "That was for a friend, she needed cash" "Don't interrupt" You swallowed hard at his sudden command. Maybe this interrogation would have been way easy if he wasn't making you feel so hot overall. Words died on your tongue and you resorted to speechlessly nodding, a silent apology- one that you don't even mean, present in the undertone. His velvety voice was audible again. "25th august. At 4 am, he's wounded by a knife stab in his organs, and the knife is in your hand. You have the motive, the instrument and the victim. You can't escape this, you know" he tuts, and sighs, both of you tired. "But, I didn't do it. I didn't kill him. I found him dead, and i recognized him, it was unbelievable- I was shocked! so i picked up the knife to see if it's true or not" Ram rubbed his face. He's been here with her since morning. This girl was being unnecessarily difficult. Despite being completely surrounded by the suspects and evidences pointing she is the killer, she has a calm demeanor, as if she is just waiting for a business meeting to end.

"If we both could solve this out, we both will get the rest for the day, y/n. Admit it. You killed him, didn't you?" That was the most straightforward thing he has said, as he leaned forward on table, now unbuttoning sleeves.

"Officer, I am just a normal woman, adhering to the laws of my country. Numerous girls gets stalked, catcalled- not everyone can run to police for that. Can you imagine the kind of pressure we get from not only the society but our famil-" "how is your friend, Diya, related to all this?" A sense of panic rushed down your stomach upon her name. "I just sent her money she needed for her college fees. She is financially struggling- can't you access our accounts?"

Ram cocked his eyebrow, now folding the sleeves up his arms to his elbows. He is definitely intrigued by the clear annoyance in your tone, as if to rush out the interrogation. "A killer doesn't have the place to show us what-" "I am not a killer" "I told you not to interrupt" The dimly lit interrogation room feels charged with unspoken tension now. The sun is set now outside, casting shadows that dance across the walls, amplifying the intimate atmosphere. The air is thick, almost electric, as you sit confidently at the table, something Ram is finding increasingly irritating yet attractive. He leans back in chair, his mind going a mile a second, wondering possibly how to break the truth from you. "You know" the deep baritone his voice now held curiosity more than obligation of this interrogation, "most people would be terrified right now". He saw the sheer confusion on your face, the tilt of your head as if turning head at 45 degree would fit his sentence in your head. Ram smirked at his own thought. "Yet you don't seem bothered at all. You seem..."

"What do I seem to you?"

"Confident, with the whole game rotted in your head. You're enjoying this, seeing the staff finding ways to prove you guilty" "Yes, because I am, in fact, Not guilty. Though it seems like you need a reminder that you don't have to complicate things. Are you always this serious or is it because of me?" "Seriousness comes with the territory. I find myself wondering what’s really going on behind that confident facade." Your eyes seamlessly followed his movements, the rolled sleeves and ruffled hair. Ram stood up and leaned against the window. The glowing lamps in the cabin makes him look ethereal against the darkness outside. By now, you could tell the conversation has strayed off the back and forth of same two sentences framing you as the killer, ever since morning. The wooden chair was digging in your hips, and you needed a change in your position too. You looked up at Ram, the police officer and his brown uniform. It was hard to deny that despite being persistent, he was sure a sight to drink up too.

"You're looking too hard, officer" Ram heard the swag dripping in your tone, and it looked like a well planned arcade to him. His eyes fell over your position, how you perched still on the chair, and the frustration was getting him. He sighed and stepped forward, his hands on the table as he looked at you intently. "You're not the type to break under pressure, are you?" A knowing smile breaks apart on your smile before you could think of another remark of a reply. You could see the proximity, and the exact scenario how this interrogation was going to end.

"Pressure just makes me sharper. What about you?" “I think I can. But it’s fascinating to see how you thrive in a situation like this." "It can be quite exhilarating, don’t you think?” Oh how Ram could feel the warmth radiating in his body, the sharp brown eyes boring in his. Without any control, for once, his voice turned lower, "exhilarating or dangerous? There’s a fine line between the two.”

Ram gulped when he saw you lean forward, your chin supported by your first, elbow stable on your knee- "and i thought you were the dangerous type". The glint of mischief and a dare shined like a star in her eyes and Ram was drawn like a moth. By now, he could feel their faces almost touching, "dangerous, yes. But you seem to have a knack for testing boundaries.” Boundaries, you thought to yourself. What would it be like to be caught in something.. scandalous with a popular police officer?

“Testing boundaries can lead to interesting outcomes, and I think you are interested", and you confirmed that when you saw his gaze flickers to your lips, then back to your eyes, tension building.

“Maybe I am. Just know that if I cross a line, it’s because I’m curious about what’s hidden beneath your cool exterior.” You smirked, feeling his grip on your chin. His hands were rough and calloused. "You'll be disappointed to find nothing behind it"

"Then I guess I’ll have to be prepared for whatever comes next."

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Tagging: @warnermeadowsgirl @gloriouspurpose01 @jkdaddy01 @poetry-beauty-love-writez @panikk-attackkk @usagi40411 @agrizxu

[ramcharantitties]

Hello everyone, I had my breakup last week. Still reeling from it because I have had friends here who I've talked about my relationship and it's a lot- anyways, in order to distract myself i already have a lot of work over the weekdays- gym, job, studying. i use to go out with them every weekend and since i am.. alone now, and empty- maybe i'll pick up writing over the weekends. i really hope i get support from everyone that i ghosted because i thought my relationship was my everything.

No, I don't like Ramcharan as a crush anymore. Will sit and watch his movies anyday but i love him as an actor only now. I will continue to write for Ramaraju. A bit slow but.. sure. definitely. Better than rotting, right? Maybe this time my fic, will be, emotional.

Thanks Sita

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Sita di I’m back this time with good news .Meri poem publish hone wali hai*happy dance**screams*.The same poem that was criticized by everyone.By the end of this month it will be published in Wingless Dreamer by the name Welcome now to this oddity. I would love it if u review it.

Tumhari Pyaari

Manu

Helloo!!!! I AM SO EXCITED FOR YOU

You need to send me a pdf of it. I once had a poem published in an anthropology long time ago so i KNOW HOW EXCITED YOU WOULD BE!!!

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OH, yes. It was posted from my old account which I had to delete but I found a link from a friend's rb. Is it not working?

hey, what happened to ram fanfic aanchal?

I was writing a fanfic called aanchal?

[ramcharantitties]

hey, what happened to ram fanfic aanchal?

I was writing a fanfic called aanchal?

[ramcharantitties]

If i write a ram Raju x fem reader fic, please drop in comments who all I can tag

[ramcharantitties]

If i write a ram Raju x fem reader fic, please drop in comments who all I can tag

[ramcharantitties]

Sita didiii ,I love u. Why ? Did I speedrun ur fanfics when I was supposed to study ?Yes. Did I get inspired? Also yes!So ab padho yeh 2 kavitaye

Kitabein

Ek aur, har ek kitaab mein,

Mili hai ek nayi seekh, ek naya nazariya.

Inhi kitaabon mein likha hai,

Jeevan ka rahasya.

Har shabd, har panna, ek kahani,

Jo batati hai humein jeevan ki sachai.

Kabhi khushi, kabhi gham ki chhaya,

Inhi kitaabon mein milta hai gyaan ka upaay.

In kitaabon mein dhoondho, apna rasta,

Samjho un vicharon ko, jo khole tumhara astitv.

Jeevan ka rahasya chhupa nahin kahin baahar,

Yeh to har panna, har shabd mein hai samaahit.

Inhi panno se jiyi hai hazaaro zindagiya,

Kuch mein hase, kuch mein roye,

Hai hum.

AUR

Zindagi Ke Mode

Yeh hai zindagi yeh hai zindagani

Na badi Umar 

Na badi soch

Sirf yeh kitabein aur yeh kahani 

Jano ya na jano app yeh hai katha purani 

Inhi kitabon me in hona he fani

kuchh panne khushiyon se bhare,

 kuchh mein bichhadane kee saza likhee, 

kuchh kahaaniyaan amar raheen, 

kuchh yaadon mein hee simat gaeen. 

samay kee syaahee sab likhate chali,

kabhi dhoop, kabhee chhaanv bani,

ham kiradaar the is naatak ke

, jisaka manch thi ye zindagi

Tumhari Pyaari

Manu

Manu honestly i would have studied hindi more if these were in my syllabus

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Sitaaa didi I guess what I just watched game changer even though the plot was partially shit even though I have exams but I did and I saw them titties yo man is gotten quite thick like back front everything tip top .Wayse kya chal raha he mere di ke zindagi mien?

Tumhari Pyaari

Manu

MANU?? also he became a dilf ab

In all honesty my girlfriend did something that made me lose interest in Ramcharan. But I have written some good fics that's why I try to keep this account active. Maybe I'd write it if I had a good desi headcanon for him, because I do like the idea of his character as Rama Raju from RRR.

Except that I also have lost a lot of interest in desi Tumblr feed because I think that it has no originality (my opinion). I do read the works of my friends sometimes though. Except that I hardly open this app to write but read more.

That has also led me down the nanami kento rabbit hole and I realised that my writing is not that good when I read some jjk fics. Which has also demotivated me from writing.

So yeah, though i do appreciate these asks a lot. It's been a long time since someone called me that name.

[ramcharantitties]

Wait are my fics trending again? Do I need to finish all the fics and clear my drafts now?

[ramcharantitties]

I feel blessed to have this on my feed

why isn't hentai called jpegging

Cuz it's unfair to the pngs

[ramcharantitties]

can you write a rocky x reader spicy / smut based on my poem

Neither can live while the other survives,

As one thrives, yet struggles

and the other strives for perfection.

Will it end in revolt or reunion,

Star-crossed lovers, or sworn in disunion?

Who dare question their power,

As they fall, hour by hour.

Deeper still, they’re pulled below,

Into pits where flaming tempests grow.

Yet, in the chaos, beauty dwells,

A masterpiece framed in fiery hells.

As if by Raphael’s divine hand,

A portrait of ruin, both dark and grand.

A trial awaits, a truth to overcome,

A choice that shapes what they will become.

No fates to guide, no threads to bind,

The power rests in only their hearts and minds.

Today, they cry to the heavens and the earth,

To witness their struggle, their bond, and their worth.

But nobody sees except the Omniscient One,

Who questions their intentions, their deeds undone.

As they visit the chapel with unwavering loyalty,

Their faith burns bright, cloaked in secrecy.

Their powerful might, their battle bloody,

But what of their legacy, dark and muddy?

Will this struggle set them free,

When everything exacts its fee?

Will they hear the desperate plea, 

or Will they flee?

Welcome now to this oddity,

Where fate and freedom are bound in prophecy.

Will it end in insanity or serenity?

What is this monstrosity,

This unfolding catastrophe?

Oh my love.

This is one of the most beautiful poems I've read in a long long time. I'm absolutely in awe. It's so pretty.

But as much as I love to, I can't fulfill your wish at this moment. Give me some time to get back in desi writing and I promise I WILL

[ramcharantitties]

Heyyy, I just wanted to drop by here because, I just watched game changer and I don't care the plot was shit and predictable but Ram Charan looked 🤤🥵🥵😩. I just wanted to simp!

Is this a good time to tell that my Ram Charan crush has lessened from "he's my everything" to "yeah that's my favourite actor"

[ramcharantitties]

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