#Desi enemies to lovers

[husn-e-bahar]

Kaurvaki: Kshatriya hu, marey jayoge. Ashoka: Mar gya.

Kaurvaki: Mera koi astitva nahi, Pawan. Asoka: Kya antar hai Kaurvaki? Ek khoon aur doosre khoon mein? Ek Kshatriya aur ek sadharan vyakti mein? Kush bhi nhi badla Kaurvaki. Mein tumse prem krta hu. Kaurvaki: Kis se, Pawan? Kaun hu mein? Ashoka: Tum meri Kshatrani ho, meri Rajkumari.

Asoka (2011)

[ughsahira]

"Aap"

"Ji madam"

"YES my love"

"Meri jaan"

💳💳💳💳💳💳💳🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

[liztical]

The best duo >"<

[mindless-tirades]

What's the hottest thing an "enemy" can do to become a "lover"?

[deesi-academia]

you're trash. i hope i get to take you out someday.

[moonage-daydreamy]

archiving this here pt.2

[desi1damsel]

Oh to be Zahroon's Kashaf 🤌

[singhe913]

Tujhe paane se zyada, Tera hona zaruri hai

kyunki zaroorat se zyada zindagi zaroori hai

Tujhe jaana toh pata chala zindagi adhuri hai

Kyunki jeene ke liye saason se zyada khushi zaroori hai

Poori karne aaye the, dil ki aas

Pyas samundar ki hai aur de rahe ho sirf kuch aasu kuch khas

Mukamal na ho ishq to nahi hungi udas

par dosti ko aise beizzat na kare janab

[chand-ki-priyatama]

After a 2 day long reading slump due to "You have reached Sam"(this Book broke me) finally starting a new book today....

High expectations cause nothing ever ain't wrong with an enemies to lovers....💗

[the-monologues]

I read somewhere that rivals-to-lovers is the best way to fall in love with a person and that is so true.

I know people have already discussed this saying you don't fear being yourself in front of them, or you both have seen the ugly parts, etc. But that's not what I mean...

Just imagine telling someone without any fear you don't trust them just because "they have been nice to you"; that they have to earn your respect and trust...

[tumhare-pados-ki-sheila]

what do you mean by "why do you hate me sm?" SIR I WAS FLIRTING???

[ihateyouvishal]

not surprised by the academic enemies to lovers trope, like holy lord how can i not love you if you're equal or better smart than me

[innocentlymacabre]

Batter Up

“You came!” Raj called out as Sahir stepped onto the bridge. A river coursed strongly beneath, and the full moon cast a serene glow over them. The single streetlight that lit the small structure was dulled, washing a yellowed hue over the evening. Under different circumstances, Sahir might have even found the whole thing romantic.

Most importantly, less angry circumstances. Raj had requested Sahir’s presence at the bridge via an egregious note slipped into his pocket in place of his wallet. When he stole it.

Sahir was ready to give the self-assured jerk a piece of his mind, but decided he would pick his moment. Calmness – for now – was the way forward.

“You stole my wallet,” he replied, keeping a level cadence.

“True, true. But you could have just as easily sent someone else,” Raj replied, dancing around Sahir. Literally. It was like the slick bugger couldn’t stay still for a single moment. He bounded across the cobbled pathway, covering the distance between them with a few strides, then continued to irritatingly circle Sahir.

“Your little note said you would only give it to me.”

Staying calm was getting harder by the second.

“Alright, you got me there. Still though, there’s something else going on here.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Admit it.”

“Give me my damn wallet, will you? And you better not have taken a single penny.”

“I like the way you say that word.”

Sahir didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response. If he was going to tease him about barely swearing, he would have to do it unprompted.

Raj continued anyway. “Penny. Drips off your tongue.”

Sahir glared at him, the heathen finally having come to a halt in front of him. “You just about done with this whole dance?” He punctuated the last word with a little extra sting.

“Fine, fine, I’ll give you your wallet.” Raj could tell he was losing him, and he wasn’t sure how much longer the big shot would care about the paltry sum encased in what was trying very hard to look like rich leather. “If - ”

“I will murder you,” Sahir said, cutting him off before he could continue his inane little game.

He glanced at his watch to mark the time of death on his decision of calmness. He suspected it pointed to a little impatience which would probably work to his advantage here. As luck would have it, the wallet Raj had stolen was a tattered old piece and he hated carrying cash. There were maybe a couple of tenners in there, his cards were all loaded on his phone so he didn’t carry the physical ones, and the wallet itself was worth less than the cash sum. The perceived impatience had some measure of truth to it.

“Alright, alright, ease up,” Raj chuckled, tossing him the wallet.

Sahir pulled a face. “Hyperbole. You’re the criminal.”

“Thief, not murderer. Big difference.”

“Potato-potahto.”

“Come now, don’t be like that. You have to admit it – this whole thing impressed you. Just a little. The delicate switch, the romantic secret rendezvous, just me and you. You can’t tell me it did nothing for you.”

“You’ll have to do better than that to impress me.”

“Implying that I’m getting another chance to try?”

“Implying I’m so far out of your league, your silhouette has dissolved into the horizon.”

Sahir turned to leave in a huff, not wanting to spend a single extra minute around Raj. Something about him made his skin crawl – and it wasn’t just that he had stolen from him. They way he danced around, as if he was too good to stand. That permanently cocked grin on his face, so completely sure of himself. He acted like he owned the ground he walked on. Sahir hated him.

Not to mention the fact that he could actually buy the ground they were on. Sahir resented the snooty thought the moment it passed through his mind, but he it did help tip the balance of power to a more even position. In his mind, at least. Raj probably saw that attitude when he picked him as a mark.

“See you soon, Sahir!” Raj called out, one arm waving high over his head and the other bent behind his back.

He watched Sahir walk away – with no small amount of satisfaction – and brought his arm out from behind his back to reveal the latest lift’s spoils. He turned his newly acquired pendant around in his hand. It was missing a string, but the ornament itself was unscathed. It had a swirling pattern engraved into the black wood, with a smiley face set into the foreground. Raj couldn’t tell if the design unsettled him or calmed him. Bits of both, he finally settled on.

Imagining Sahir’s reaction to the new note brought a smile to his face. He was going to be supremely irked. And hopefully a little impressed when he finally shows up. Raj had something even more romantic planned for their second tete-a-tete.

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[hum-suffer]

Lmfao guys since none of you read my Wattpad bs lemme tell you the shit that goes in my books 😭😭🤣🤣

Me: writes about a girl feeling sed and her bestie (male) comes, is patient with her, calls her "darling thing", sings her a song

Main Character Girl: thinks of him alongside the sister that she is grieving over, the sister that she loves beyond death and the sister that only ever brought her love and happiness and satisfaction

Me: expects people to realise that main character thinks of him in lines of her sister and hence thinks of him as a brother

People: iS hE tHe mALe LeAd?

Me: .... fuck

[coming-of-age-witch]

gonna eat up all the academic rivals book this summer so that i can re-ignite the age long rivalry i have with this narcisstic asshole and defeat him, tearing his ego into shreds ( and perhaps have some teeny-tiny incidents to quench my urge of having a , you know what i mean, moment) (but then again losing to him for the sake of some butterflies is beneath my self-respect)

[thedesiurge]

Watched Ajab Prem ki Ghazab kahani for the first time ever and it's so silly and unhinged and extra I love it

(also why didn't I realise Katrina is THIS insanely gorgeous before???? Like she looks so ethereal and unreal)