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[sicklyjelly]

day 7: free day

strange intimacy.

[vintage-story-time]

Her Mother's Lover

Chapter 1

Charisse Mantell was more voluptuous than the average teen-age girl, and

at eighteen, she liked to pretend she had a worldliness and knowledge

about sex which she really didn't have at all. As a matter of fact, she

knew less about the sexual relationships between men and women than the

average girl. Her mother was a famous singing star on television and the

plush nightclub circuits of Las Vegas, New York, London and Acapulco,

but had kept her lushly developing daughter safely stashed away in

expensive private schools. Although Minna Mantell was a talented and

voluptuous beauty herself, she was at the age where a fresh, sexually

budding daughter might prove to be competition . . . competition that

would show up her own somewhat fuck-worn tits and ass.

In the exclusive private school, Greystone, where she was now, she found

that being the daughter of a celebrity made the other girls look up to

her. After all, the daughter of the famous Minna Mantell, TV and

nightclub star - a beautiful, if somewhat tarnished, figure of glamour,

a pet of the international jet set and adored by her faithful fans.

After a while however, Charisse found that her natural shyness was

mistaken for stand- offishness and that her former friends ignored her

to the extent of pointedly not inviting her to their parties or sorority

affairs.

Her mother had often told her that even as the daughter of a famous

woman, she would encounter plenty of jealousy and envy, and that she

would be very foolish to let that sort of thing throw her. For some

strange reason, she had always been closer to her mother, felt proud to

be the daughter of Minna Mantell. So Charisse tried to "cultivate her

cool," In spite of the other girls' snubs. But in her heart she was very

hurt.

She would actually see a group of girls hurriedly change the subject of

their whispered conversation when she approached, and knew they must

have been talking about her or her mother. As she went upstairs to

study, she heard what surely was a dirty remark about her, to judge from

the peals of mocking laughter that followed her to her dormitory room.

She mentally resolved that "he who laughs last, laughs best' - and that

she would one day have the last laugh over these bitches.

The girl who seemed to hate her the most was actually her next door dorm

neighbor, a rather mean, but physically attractive seventeen-year-old

girl named Debby.

Debby's room seemed to he some sort of magnet for the other girls in

Greystone and they would gather there very frequently like a flock of

gaily chatting birds. And, as much as Charisse tried to deny it to

herself, she was secretly hurt that she wasn't asked to be one of the

group. It was just all that phony sophistication and woman of the world

airs that Debby affected that attracted the other girls, she kept

telling herself. Finally, one weekend, she heard them laughing and

giggling in Debby's room and made up her mind to find out what it was

all about. Even though there was a sinking sensation in her stomach as

she did so, she casually opened the door and entered.

As the girls saw who it was, the gaiety seemed to die down, and she was

greeted by furtive and somewhat resentful looks.

"Just what can we do for you, Miss Mantell?" Debby asked her. "Or did

you open the door to the wrong room by mistake?"

Charisse's heart skipped a beat and she flushed in embarrassment as she

replied, "No, I just thought I'd join the fun . . "

There was a sharp intake of breaths, then a hushed silence and then

Debby spoke.

"Come right in, maybe you can fill us in on details about . . show

business that we were discussing. After all, your mother is the fabulous

Minna Mantell, superstar of TV, nightclubs, and all that jazz."

Charisse walked into the room hesitantly and saw that there were little

knots of girls all over. Some were on the bed, some were on the easy

chairs and others even sprawled on the rug. As Charisse found a place to

sit on the sofa, the gay girlish gossiping and hysterical shrieks of

laughter began again.

"Please don't feel that I'm intruding," Charisse said to Debby, "but I'm

really at rather loose ends this afternoon, and you all sound like

you're having such a lot of fun . . . " her voice trailed off. She

flushed under Debby's sharp mocking gaze.

"By the way," Debby said slyly, "we were just discussing the sex life of

some popular show biz personalities - or don't you think that people

like Frank Sinatra or Robert Goulet or . . . Minna Mantell indulge in

that pastime?"

Charisse flushed and her lips trembled as she tried to reply

nonchalantly, "Oh I've heard a thing or two."

Debby pressed her advantage. "How about giving out with some of the dirt

about your mother? After all, you've sort of got the inside track."

Charisse kept silent as Debby continued her clever taunting. "Well,

we're all waiting breathlessly to hear something right from the horse's

mouth, as it were. Or would the opening at the other end of the horse be

more suitable to the subject of Minna Mantell's private occupations?" As

Charisse pressed her lips together and tried to keep the tears from

filling her eyes, Debby added, "I've got a little scrap book here that

mentions her." She opened a book filled with news clippings. "Here's

something juicy - "Hot Love on the Big Networks" - Mmmmm . . . 'Is a

certain famous TV star about to have her option dropped because she

drops her panties too much?"'

"So what?" Charisse said grimly.

"So the rest of the article is all about Minna Mantell's love life, her

husband's affairs, and some really swinging sex, marijuana, and LSD

shenanigans. Really, you must have such an exciting time at home! It's a

shame we can't get you to tell us about it."

"How can you even read such cheap gossip sheets? They should be banned

from the newsstands!" Charisse burst out. "My mother says everyone in

the public eye is besmirched by those scandal sheets!"

"Look here," Debby said, thrusting her scrap book into Charisse's hands,

just see if this guy doesn't know what he's talking about. For just an

idle gossiper, he seems to know an awful lot about your mother and your

father. You're not mentioned - yet."

Charisse didn't want to look at the scrap book, yet the pictures of her

mother with some slick young men captioned "Minna's Latest" or "Handsome

Remedy for Singer's Sore Throat" held her gaze hypnotically. The stories

were about love affairs, secret trysts, sex-swapping parties at her

mother's New York penthouse, the young girls her father consoled himself

with and other sexy tidbits. Charisse knew that it couldn't possibly be

true. The parties she had seen at her mother's apartment never had

anything more exciting than spilling a cocktail occasionally.

"I don't know where you got all this dirt," Charisse said angrily, "but

I can assure you that's all it is - just a bunch of low down dirt, made

up by a second rate gossip columnist looking for filler! Now I think

I'll go to my room. I think I want to play my mother's latest record

album to get the smell of your scrap book out of my nose!"

"Really, Miss Haughty?" Debby asked slyly. "Since we come from such a

bunch of blue bloods, I guess you wouldn't be interested in some other

choice bits about your darling mother?"

"I don't know why you're picking on me like this," Charisse said, with a

hint of a sob in her voice. "If you don't want my company I'll leave

right now!"

"Oh, no," Debby replied with a sardonic grin, "we'd just love to have

you stay. Our parents live such dull lives compared to yours. We're so

unsophisticated - why don't you wise us up?"

Charisse knew that Debby was trying to embarrass her in front of the

other girls.

"I just ignore cheap slander, wherever it comes from," Charisse said,

looking pointedly at Debby, "and now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll

go and play those records in my own room!"

But Debby grasped her by the arm as she made her way to the door. "Oh,

I've got lots of other interesting scraps on your mother, Charisse. I

used to be a fan of hers."

Turning to another girl called Sally, she said, "Get me the rest of my

scrap books from the closet and we'll see who's slandering whom. Your

mamma really must be quite a babe with the boys, and you don't even want

to tell us anything about her technique of getting men. That's really

all we want from you, some pointers on what makes Minna such a

successful sexpot."

With this, she flung the scrap books the other girl handed her right at

Charisse's feet. They opened to show pictures of her mother in various

poses and escapades, including a certain nude bathing episode in the

fountain of London's Trafalgar Square.

Charisse ignored the pictures and made to leave the room. She was

actually on the verge of tears and couldn't understand what had brought

on this attack on her and her mother. She had only tried to be friendly.

Why was Debby so intent on torturing her and demeaning her in front of

the others.

"Pick those books of mine off the floor, and read those stories real

good. Maybe you'll thank me for giving you the best education you ever

got at good old Greystone," Debby ordered.

Charisse couldn't believe that this was happening to her, or that the

other girls would go along with this hazing.

"I don't think anybody would like it much if Miss Finchly heard what the

girls in her class were trying to pull," she quavered with tears in her

eyes.

"I don't think you would like it much if we really did a job on your

whore of a mother and plastered this stuff all over the school," Debby

answered. "Believe me, every girl here will make you sorry that you were

ever born if you even think of squealing to the headmistress."

Charisse felt that Debby was dead serious and would really carry out her

threats. Maybe the best thing would be to play along and then get out as

quickly and as gracefully as possible.

"Okay," Debby said viciously, "now read us a few bedtime stories, and I

do mean "bedtime" stories about your old folks at home. And speak up,

I'm hard of hearing."

Charisse flipped the pages of the scrap book unbelievingly. Finally she

began to read in a whisper, "I need to have my men big - all over, says

songbird Minna Mantell . . . "

She was interrupted with a high pitched squeal of laughter from one of

the group, but continued reading with a kind of fascinated horror. "'I

believe love is where you find it, says Minna Mantell on Rome's famed

Via Veneto. Could it be that the handsome young Italian accompanying her

agreed with her back in her hotel room?"' Charisse saw a picture of an

oily, gigolo-type leading her mother's poodle, while her mother looked

up at him in obvious admiration.

"You girls don't understand," Charisse said, "these things are just for

publicity, just a press agent's idea. Why, my mother would never do

anything of the kind!"

"Oh, no!" mocked Debby. "Not in a million years - but do read on, it's

all so interesting, even if it is just a press agent's story. Some of

them sound like a press agent's nightmare, if you ask me!"

Charisse bit her lip and said nothing. She realized that she was being

persecuted, and just because she was her mother's daughter. Her mother

had told her there would be days like this, but Charisse would never

have believed her classmates could be so mean and hurtful.

Taking another scrapbook in her hands, Charisse saw her mother

practically bare-chested in a see-through evening gown, obviously drunk,

with a man who certainly wasn't her husband. She dimly remembered also

seeing this man apparently coming from her mother's bedroom one night

when he was a weekend guest, but her mother had just been amused by

Charisse's questions at the time.

Almost hysterically, Charisse leafed through page after page of the

scrapbooks. Why, these stories made her mother out to be the giddiest

type of gadabout - a celebrity who gave sex so freely that she was

notorious for it. And her father, according to these clippings, was a

weak nincompoop who was always shooing handsome young strangers out of

his steaming marriage bed. But no matter how he tried, her mother

managed to keep the bed sheets hot. And all the stories about her

parents were in the same vein. Her mother seemed the biggest tramp and

her father the biggest dope in the entertainment world.

Rather sadly, she said, "I'd like to leave, I've seen all the

scrapbooks."

She was so obviously hurt that none of the girls laughed or said

anything, except Debby, who couldn't resist pitching one last dart into

Charisse's sensitive skin.

"Hope you enjoyed our little get-together and liked my picture books. By

the way," she added, "do you suppose you could get your mother and some

of her boyfriends to autograph my scrap books? That would make them

really interesting!"

Keeping back her tears, Charisse walked into her own room, holding her

head proudly. As she closed the door behind her, she flung herself down

on the bed and let the tears come. How could they rub her nose in the

filthy offal of the gossip columns? How could girls be so cruel?

Especially when she knew that none of it could be true. Even the most

innocent action could be distorted as to make it seem evil by these

gossip sheets. Her mother had assured her of that. But why had her

mother always gone to such pains to get her to believe that there would

be false gossip about her?

Having found that her mother was the soft spot in her armor, the girls

in her section of the dorm became quite sadistic. There would be sly

questions, like "What does your mother advise putting on a broken

cherry?,' flung at her in passing. But she realized that if she answered

this sort of torture, there would be no end to it. So she just kept

quiet and made believe she didn't hear a thing.

Debby, as usual, was the worst. Since she had the room right next to

Charisse's, she developed the habit of barging right in. Somehow she

almost always seemed to come in when Charisse was undressing and clad

only in panties and bra. Once it was without the bra and Debby had

looked fixedly at her voluptuous breasts and hadn't made any of her

usual remarks about Charisse's mother.

"What a pair of titties!" she said in a rather surprised tone of voice.

She left the room when Charisse hurriedly closed the bathroom door.

A new idea had been forming in Charisse's mind under the constant

pressure of all the teasing she was taking from the others. She would

just pack it in, leave Greystone Finishing School. She would go back to

her mother, tell her what had happened and just look for a job. Maybe

she could even become her mother's secretary. It would be fun traveling

with her mother from one engagement to another. She could really see the

world.

She made up her mind that she would take French leave from the school

this coming weekend. She would say she was going into the meadow for

nature study notes and they wouldn't even bother to look for her. By the

time they missed her at bedcheck, she would have almost arrived at the

penthouse in New York. Central Park would look good to her from the

seventeenth story of the luxury apartment. Much better than Miss

Finchley's school up in the farthest reaches of Westchester County.

She was nervous when she told the biology teacher she was going to spend

the day in nature study, but when she was finally away from Greystone,

she felt much better. She liked her bio teacher, and felt sorry if she

would get into trouble over Charisse's disappearance.

It was a cloudy day, and a bone-chilling dampness made her hurry along

to the railroad station. Some of the town's swingers, young men on the

make, always used to watch in town for the girls from Greystone.

Charisse knew that some of the girls had let themselves get picked up

for beer drinking parties at a nearby bar and discotheque, but felt it

was really none of her business. She herself had gotten more than one

off-color invitation to join them, but now they no longer bothered her.

Her figure had really matured more voluptuously than she herself

realized. With her miniskirt tight around her shapely asscheeks, her

full titties jouncing joyously with every step in her loose bra and

tight sweater, she was a real hard-on producer whenever she passed a

group of men. Her asscheeks jiggling, her tits full and inviting, long

auburn tresses, blue eyes and a lightly freckled skin that was

startlingly white - all these sexy attributes really raised the steam in

any and all observing males. Her lush, wanton figure coupled with her

girlish naivet raised cocks wherever she passed.

She knew she was exciting the group of young street corner loungers as

she passed them - maybe she even gave her hips an extra twitch.

"Mmmmm. Wouldn't that be a nice piece of ass to ram"

"Wow, her nipples are bigger than most girls' tits!"

She heard these and other comments on her physical attributes with a

slight inward shudder. If some of these so-called swingers wanted to get

to first base with her, they'd have to take a bath first. They looked as

oily and as filthy as they sounded. While she was still a virgin, she

remembered how in the hygiene class the male and female sex organs had

been carefully described by the somewhat mannish Miss Tuttle. She had

made them all squirm as she described the foreskin on the male penis,

and the smelly, cheesy deposits which accumulated under if soap and

water weren't used regularly. She tittered to herself as she thought

every penis and foreskin in the corner could probably stand a thorough

washing. And she'd like to see her sadistic friend Debby forced to do

the penis cleanup.

Some other girls soon drew the group's attention and she hurried on to

the station. She looked behind her just to make sure that none of the

girls spotted her heading for the train. It would just be too ironic to

have the Greystone administration stop her at this stage of the game.

She was really sick of the place and all those giggling tormentors. She

knew her mother would tell her that those papers were all lies. She

would be her mother's secretary and go all over the world with her,

glorying in her singing triumphs. Somehow, she couldn't picture her

father doing much of anything, really being in the picture with them. To

her inmost self, she admitted that he was a well-meaning man, but a

weakling for whom she had no respect. Her mother was the strong vital

force of the family.

She waited impatiently for her train to come. She only had about a

fifteen minute wait, but it seemed like hours. The ride to Grand Central

took two hours, and all the way down she tried to picture the reaction

of her parents at her sudden appearance in town in the middle of the

term. Her father, like all weak people, was conventional, a square, and

would probably insist on her going back to that prison of a school. Why,

now that she thought of it, even its name "Greystone" had that

penitentiary sound. But her darling mother was different, she knew she'd

be glad to see her "baby" as she called Charisse. She knew she would

listen sympathetically to her story and maybe she would even start

training her for the position of her secretary right away. She would

tell her mother about the gossip columns and wanted to hear her mother's

throaty contralto laughing and telling her to pay them no mind. And now

that she was older, and would probably be living at home with her

parents, she could certainly spot anything that wasn't right. She wasn't

a child anymore.

The train finally pulled into Grand Central at six p.m. and Charisse

felt like a coward as she went into a phone booth. She really dreaded

telling either of her parents what she had done; they thought she was

such a dutiful girl. When the phone rang, there was no answer. Charisse

breathed a sigh of relief. They had probably gone out to dinner and

would make things easier. The doorman would let her into the apartment,

and she could be sitting in the living room when they returned. She

hoped it was a good dinner, because then at least they would be in a

good mood.

She dozed off on the couch while waiting for them to come home. She just

didn't know how she was going to explain things, but decided play it by

ear. It seemed as if only a moment had passed and she awakened to the

sound of her mother's voice practically screaming in surprise.

"Charisse, baby, what are you doing home when you're supposed to be in

school? Is anything wrong?"

Taking a deep breath, she told them there was nothing for them to worry

about and that she was perfectly all right. But, she told them,

Greystone Finishing School was just an impossible place and she couldn't

stand the other girls' catty snobbiness another day. If they sent her

back, she'd just run away, and maybe go to Chicago or Los Angeles and

look for a job.

Her father stopped her short.

"School is the only place for a girl of your age, and you'll just have

to go back. Why, Greystone is one of the most exclusive schools in the

country and you have no idea of the strings I had to pull to get you in.

I know better than you what's best, and back to school you're going in

the morning. I'll probably be hearing from the headmistress any minute

now and I'm going to tell her you'll be there tomorrow morning!"

Charisse realized with a sick feeling at the pit of her stomach that for

some reason her father didn't want her at home, that she was just a

pesky kid who was going to be in the way.

Then Minna came to her rescue.

"Oh, Charles," she exclaimed, "you're being too hard on the child: Let's

hear her out. That's only fair, and maybe she shouldn't go back if she

hates it so much."

Turning to Charisse she said, "But you must realize dear, that my

singing schedules and your father's TV production business just doesn't

give us much time to spend with you."

"But Mother, you always said You needed a confidential secretary - and

who could be more confidential than me, and I'd just love the job,"

Charisse interrupted. "I'd be the best secretary you could possibly

have!"

"Young lady-" her father began, but Minna shut him up.

"I'll tell you what we'll do, baby. I'll call the headmistress at school

tomorrow and explain that you're not feeling well and that's why you

left. We'll get you a leave of absence and you can stay here while

mother and dad figure out the best thing to do," Minna smiled at

Charisse.

"Who knows, maybe it would be best for you to be my confidential

secretary. The idea has its good points!"

Charisse flung her arms around her mother and hugged her so tightly that

Minna told her to let up a little, she couldn't breathe. It was the

maid's night out, so Minna took Charisse into the kitchen and made her a

tuna sandwich and milk.

"Get to bed early, Charisse dear," Minna said. "Tomorrow's another day

and our problems will look a lot simpler then."

As she snuggled into her own bed that night, Charisse felt she had done

the right thing in leaving Greystone. When her beautiful mother was

around, she felt warm and comfortable; her mother was strong enough and

capable enough to set everything right. Those cheap gossip columnists

with all their dirty pictures and obscene insinuations could never make

her believe that her mother was immoral. Seeing was believing and she

had never seen her mother in a single immoral action in all her life.

But her father was a weak man, and as a TV producer, he surely met up

with a lot of temptations - girls who would do anything for a break on

one of his TV shows.

[metalbatandzenko]

Help, People Think My Bodyguard Is Hot!AU

So I posted earlier about the fact that my dumbass gremlin brain managed to mix a Bodyguard AU, Fake Dating AU, Unrequited Love, Childhood Friends, and Mutual Pining into one AU...this is that AU. It’s Mumensai and Flashysonic endgame.

Main Plot:

So Flashy Flash is an idol and Mumen’s his personal assistant. The two have been working together for a few years, and Flash has come to trust Mumen’s judgement, even though he thinks Mumen can be a bit high-strung/get’s anxious easily. 

The night before a major event, Flash’s security detail fell through.

Mumen panics, and asks his best friend Saitama, who works as a security contractor/bodyguard at a company he and Genos own.

Previously, Mumen hadn’t asked him to because Mumen was worried it would come off as biased, and Saitama thought that was fair. Plus he wasn’t exactly sold on the idea of working for Flashy Flash in the first place, so no hard feelings.

This time around was an emergency though, so Saitama agrees to fill in, and brings a few of his coworkers (it is supposed to be a detail after all. He’s pretty sure that means more than one guy. He’s not sure to be honest, Genos handles the logistics most of the time.)

There ends up being a scuffle at Flash’s show and long story short Saitama takes down like 6 guys.

Flash is suitably impressed and offers him a position as his personal bodyguard Saitama being the cheapskate he is, and hearing the paycheck associated with it accepts on the spot.

Everything’s going smoothly for a few days, but then someone on twitter tweets a picture of Saitama helping Flash out of his limo with the caption “Wait is it just me or is Flashy Flash’s bodyguard hot? 😳”

Saitama becomes an overnight sensation (remember Kylie Jenner’s bodyguard? Yeah that) and people start following him on socials, except—you know—he’s Saitama so his ig account isn’t curated pictures but is just stupid pics of things in his house and him goofing off with Genos (who is also his roommate) and King.

He gets even more popular when someone posts a video of Saitama taking down the guys at Flashy’s show.

Flash is pretty amused by this, and thinks Saitama’s floundering in the new spotlight is really funny. 

He gives Saitama a few tips and tricks on how to keep a clean feed for ig (which Saitama only follows sometimes), and has Mumen create a twitter account for him under the username baldandbeautiful and get it verified. 

Saitama does not think this is funny, and begins tweeting absolute nonsense to try to spite Flash. This does not work. He keeps gaining followers. What the fuck. His tweet that was just “do you think birds know we love them” got 81k retweets. What is twitter.

So Flash, Saitama and Mumen continue on like this for a few months, and things are going swimmingly.

Then it comes out that Amai Mask (Flashy’s ex who he had a really messy public breakup with) began dating his personal bodyguard (Sonic).

Now Amai seeing someone new would be fine by itself, but it turns out Sonic is Flash’s childhood friend, and ex. 

So Flash vents to Saitama about how his exes are dating just to spite him and how he needs to figure out his next public appearance because all eyes are going to be on him.

Spoiler alert: he ends up going and partying at a club and getting wasted. This isn’t especially out of the ordinary for him, but what is out of the ordinary is him climbing on Sai’s lap in the middle of the lounge, and leaning in to kiss him. (The paparazzi lose their minds)

Saitama pulls back and asks him what he’s doing and Flash (who it turns out is actually completely sober) explains the publicity behind him dating his famous hot bodyguard would be great for both of them and he’ll double how much he’s paying him.

Saitama hesitates for a moment because he’s been in love with Mumen since they were in high school, but he relents, because honestly, money is tight, and Mumen doesn’t like him back so there’s no reason to hold out. And Flash is attractive, so there are worse people to pretend to date.

Flash and Saitama’s “steamy makeout sesh” is all over the rag magazines the next day and they’re getting tons of good publicity from it. 

Mumen starts acting a bit weird around Saitama which he gets—Mumen’s always been a romantic so him pretending to date someone wouldn’t sit well with the guy.

The two continue to fake date for a while. Flash ends up genuinely falling for Saitama, but also confesses to him while drunk one night that he’s still in love with Sonic. 

Saitama in turn confides in him that he’s been in love with someone for years, but is scared of ruining what they have by telling them.

He doesn’t tell Flash who it is, but Flash puts two and two together and just has to watch Mumen and Saitama pine for each other like idiots. He eventually ends up “firing” him as a boyfriend but keeping him on as his security guard.

But anyways it ends up with Flashysonic, Mumensai and Amai x Tons of money from the breakup album he puts out ajrbvttv

Other characters:

Sonic is a private contractor. His backstory is actually fairly similar to canon in terms of having taken jobs as a hitman, bodyguard and/or thief. He and Flash grew up together, and “dated” up until fairly recently. When Flash got discovered, it drove a wedge between the two of them and they split on bad terms. He ended up hired as extra security for an event Amai was holding. Despite being told he could enjoy himself as he was mostly there for show bc Amai could handle himself, he ended up taking down a guy who tried to attack Amai Mask, and made quick work of him. When Amai mentioned he could handle himself, Sonic told him to shut up, because he’d hired him for a job, and damn if he wasn’t going to do it. Amai, surprisingly, found this hilarious it helps he that found Sonic attractive and ends up offering him a job. He still sees Saitama as his rival because Saitama once caught him trying to steal from his client and knocked him out. He ended up wiggling out of a felony charge because his client at the time was incredibly wealthy and got him a good lawyer.

Amai Mask is still a famous actor, singer and model. He and Flash dated briefly (originally for publicity but they both got attached). It ended because he realized Flash was still in love Sonic.

Genos is Saitama’s roommate and coworker. He handles more of the business/logistical end of their security work, but he’s no pushover, and occasionally contracts out himself. Saitama usually benches him though because he has a tendency to get in fights.

King is one of the bodyguards but he’s mostly there to add numbers to the security details bc he can’t fight for shit, he just looks big and scary enough that people back down. He actually does better with the tech elements, and he and Genos work on that together.

Fubuki is Flash’s current agent. She’s constantly trying to help him raise his status, and by extension her own. She poaches a few of Saitama’s employees/coworkers to come work for her, or sign a contract for her. (What? You’ve managed to surround yourself with very attractive bodyguards. They could make it as models, Saitama.)

Tatsumaki is Amai Mask’s agent, and Fubuki’s older sister. She discovered Amai Mask, and turned him into a worldwide phenomenon. 

Badd and Garou probably won’t make a major appearance in this AU but if they do, it’ll be as Saitama and Genos’ coworkers that Fubuki successfully convinces to go into modelling...but not under her.

[ikesenhell]

Burning Secrets

Bloodline, Chapter 2. You can find all other IkeSen works of mine here. NOTE: Ayana is @jindalraekarkki’s lovely OC! Thank you so much!

Generally speaking, requests for further information went through their intelligence officers, but the very last thing Ieyasu wanted to do was consult Mitsunari. He also was free to just wait and see what Mitsuhide turned up.

But he really wasn’t feeling much like waiting. He’d waited for decades.

Fortunately, he wasn’t at a loss for archives. Being so near the capital left him a thousand to choose from, so he did a bit of research and puttered into the parking lot of an unassuming office building the next day. It looked as if he might be the only one there. That was just fine with him.

Swinging the door open, he took a step inside and inhaled the dry scent of books. Row after row of old paperbacks stood to the right of him, a desk to the left. There, a short woman blinked at him. She was quite beautiful, if a little surprising--Ieyasu wasn’t certain for a moment that she was human. With long, dark hair and bright green eyes, clad in a pastel pink jacket, she looked more like a living doll. 

“Good morning.” She was very quiet, too. Gently she set down her book, peering shyly over the counter at him. “Can I help you today?”

He cast a single glance at her name tag. Ayana. “Yeah. Looking for some newspaper sources from October 1993. Where can I find that?”

“Oh, um, that’d be something our archivist can get a hold of. If you wouldn’t mind waiting a moment, I can fetch her.”

“Sure.”

She hopped off her chair and pattered into the back room, emerging only a minute later with another woman. Annoyingly she wore no nametag. Her short hair swung in loose waves around her jaw, a pair of glasses perched on her head. 

“Hello. You wanted to look in our newspaper archive?”

“Yes. October 1993, specifically in Washington, D.C.”

“I think we have some of those. Come with me and we’ll take a look.”

They passed through aisle after aisle of meticulously cataloged books, each row stacked high. Halogen lights peered dimly into the shadowy corners. Out of habit, Ieyasu surveyed everything. He’d never seen such extensive anti-fire measures--it seemed like a sprinkler lurked in every inch of ceiling.

“Afraid of fires?”

“Of course.” She grinned at him. “We’ve got a bit of a top notch fire system. Three backup systems, each independent of each other, sprinklers for every nook and cranny, monthly checks on the smoke detectors... We can’t risk losing our extensive collection.”

Ieyasu hadn’t really been all that interested, but it was good to know. He followed her far into the back corner. There, a series of grey filing cabinets lined the walls; in no time, she flipped through three drawers, producing several plastic covered copies of newspapers. 

“If you need our copier, I suggest our low-impact one in the corner, to best preserve the paper and for the highest level of resolution. Do you need anything else?”

“This should be suitable. Thank you.”

He took his copies back to his apartment and poured over them. Fortunately, the specifics were such that he didn’t have to hunt too hard. Back in the Entertainment section, he found what he was looking for: details on the event at the Kennedy Center. Apparently it was some kind of fundraiser. Frustrated, he turned the page and found the photos. 

And one of them was his mother.

Ieyasu paused for a long, long time, looking at her. The paper was in black and white, but even so he knew she was radiant. Her blonde hair, so much like his, was pulled back in a long braid. She held a wine glass and smiled broadly at the camera. Her long dress swept the floor, and to her right was another man smiling with her. 

Why was he so familiar?

Ieyasu squinted at the photo, trying to make sense of him. No caption under the photo provided details as to his identity, but Ieyasu had the prickling sense that he knew the man. Where the hell from? Something in the lines of his face felt so familiar that he wanted to throw the paper. Well--there was only one person to ask. 

He called the phone number and prayed for his aunt. Wrong. His Uncle’s gruff voice came through the speaker instead. “Evening.”

“Evening. I’ve got a question.”

“I’ve got a lot for you too, boy, but okay. We can start with yours.”

How kind of you, Ieyasu wanted to snark, but he just inhaled sharply. “I happened across a photo of Mom from ‘93.”

A pause. “Did you now? Where did you find that?”

“It’s a long story. I was sorting through some paperwork for the precinct and found an old copy of a newspaper. It happened to have a photo of her.”

“You sure it was her?”

What was that kind of question? “Yes,” Ieyasu answered irritably. “But that’s not the question. She’s standing with someone in the picture that is very familiar to me, but I’m not sure how. Darkish hair, bright eyes, wearing a tux. He looks not far off from Dad. Does that ring any bells?”

His Uncle hemmed and hawed a while. “Not that I’m thinking.”

“Did she have any brothers?”

“Nope. Only child, and I’m your Dad’s only sibling and it sure wasn’t me. Where was this event, anyway?”

“I didn’t say it was from an event.”

“Well, hell, Ieyasu, you said the man was wearing a tux. That guess wasn’t too far out the window.”

Fair. Ieyasu sighed. “Some charity from the nineties, as best as I can tell. No guesses?”

“None.”

“Alright. Well, thanks.”

“Mmm. Alright then. Good night.”

He looked at the photo on and off throughout the next day, wracking his brain for answers. Maybe he was overthinking. Maybe it was nothing, and his brain was inventing links where there were none. But--but still he couldn’t shake it from his mind. 

Once work was over, he drove back to the library, hoping he could make it just before closing. Maybe there was something he’d missed in the original copy of the newspapers. Maybe one of the other ones would provide more detail on the photos. The air was crisp and nearby, someone had lit some kind of a bonfire. The smoke kept seeping out onto the road. So much for appropriate fire laws. Taking a left around a thick band of trees, he emerged in the parking lot to the library and--

And it was in flames. 

Without a second thought he sprung into action. Leaping from his car, he sprinted to the front door and rattled the handle. Locked. The receptionist from yesterday was on the other side, shaking it too, her green eyes wide. He tried to put his foot through the glass and found it too thick to breach.

“Move!” Ieyasu shouted, and drew his pistol. She lurched to the side as he put three shots through it and kicked again. That time it took, shattering across the carpeted interior. “Come on!”

Ayana scrambled out of the makeshift exit, panting. “She’s--she’s still in there--she was in the back--our phone lines aren’t working!”

Ieyasu flung his cellphone at her and dove inside the building. Churning black smoke billowed against the ceiling, the section near the door already going up in a blaze. Shit. He vaulted the counter and tried at the back office doors, finding them empty. Where the hell was that woman?

Bang. Bang. Bang. A noise in the rear of library echoed through the crackle and collapsing drywall. He didn’t have much time. Shooting through the tank of a water cooler, he splashed the water over himself before sprinting through the burning aisles. In the back it was even worse. Despite his makeshift protection, he could feel the cold water on him sizzle and pop from heat. 

“Help!” Someone yelled. He pivoted and charged through an aisle to the copier room. A chair was jammed under the doorknob, trapping her in. This was intentional. 

Kicking it free, Ieyasu bellowed, “STAND BACK!” Then he gave her three seconds before bang--he popped another shot straight through the doorknob, knocking it free and breaking the lock mechanism open. The researcher came barreling out, coughing and clutching her mouth, eyes wide. 

“Come on!” Grabbing her hand, Ieyasu immediately realized that their exit was closed. A bookshelf collapsed in a shower of sparks. Apparently the woman was too weak from smoke inhalation to yell anymore, because she just flinched in his grasp, weaving on the spot. Fuck. In one smooth motion, he flung her over his shoulder, looking for another route. There--a window to the exterior. Assuming it was also reinforced, Ieyasu squeezed off his last three shots through it and flung the chair he’d kicked as hard as he could through it. Crash! Sliding through the shattered remains as best he could with the woman over his shoulder, they staggered out of the burning wreckage to the sound of sirens in the distance. 

“Look at me.” He set her down on the ground. She was weak and pale, eyes wide. Without asking permission, he rested his head against her chest and timed her pulse. Not good--not good at all. It was dangerously, dangerously weak. Treatments flashed through his mind. “We need you to lie down.”

“Ma’am!” Ayana flew around the side of the building, EMTs in tow. “Oh thank god--”

“She’s suffering from smoke inhalation.” Ieyasu hefted her back up into his arms. “She needs the hospital now.”

He and Ayana kept by her bedside in the hospital, his emotions swirling back and forth between dismay, anger, and guilt. This had to do with him, he just knew it. None of the sprinklers went off. Both women were trapped, the doors locked well before closing time. The firefighters said some kind of an accelerant was used in the blaze. 

Whatever was going on, both of these women were thoroughly involved now. 

Ayana was taken into protective custody by Nobunaga and Hideyoshi first. That just left him at the other woman’s bedside, contemplating what was to happen now. After a long while in silence, she removed her face mask just enough to speak. 

“I saw their faces,” she croaked. “The ones that lit the fire.”

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ROAD TO HELL

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Seoul with all its beauty, makes Raveena begin to be lulled whether consciously or not. She hasn’t been in Korea for three months, yet it doesn’t feel like it. The arrival that was never carefully planned made Raveena seem unable to schedule her return date as well. Raveena had purposefully ‘disappeared’ from everyone but Aldric, because her life had become desperate recently.

The issue isn’t just with her ex-lover; it’s with everything in her life, from Sem Atchley’s selfishness to minor details about her unrequited love story. Raveena had no idea whether she was loved or not. Since her departure to Korea, Gesang’s attitude has evolved. But when she asked him, the answer was still the same, he said he didn’t want Raveena to have any faith in him because Gesang couldn’t give her all she wanted. Raveena tries to appreciate it, despite her indecisiveness and fear of hurting his feelings if she looks for a person who can give Raveena a real commitment. Raveena, on the other hand, believes that she is entitled to happiness. Raveena’s wish was thwarted once more by the thought that she would come to regret not waiting for Gesang any longer. It also makes Raveena believe that whether or not Raveena is paired with Gesang is only a matter of fate. Her thoughts didn’t stop there; the voices in her head continued to generate doubts regarding the first argument. And that was almost how Raveena spent the remainder of the day.

Raveena's grumpiness was worsened by memories of her one-week stay with Gesang prior to her departure to Korea. The recurrence of these memories is not without reason. When Raveena was browsing her Instagram page, she came across the social media of a woman Gesang knew. The woman was hugging Gesang’s arm there, despite the fact that Gesang was clearly unresponsive with what she did at the moment. Even yet, it managed to sway her heart for a little period.

Raveena decides to take off all of her clothes and replace them with a short red satin dress without further thought. When the cold air of autumn arrived, the light brown coat hanging behind the door become the current priority for her hand to take and wear as a cover as well as a body warmer.

It is still possible to go outside, since it is not too late yet. Many inhabitants of Seoul continue to drive their personal autos alongside pedestrians and roadways. Certainly, in a nightclub with a reputation for attracting international patrons. Of course, the huge number of visitors there will make it easier for Raveena to communicate if it necessary.

The crowd is out in force and eager to party as Raveena enters the entry door. The beat reverberating off the walls. Conversation is loud and people are difficult to hear over the thundering music, and the dance floor is packed with sweaty bodies swaying to the beat. This is exactly how Raveena going to spend her rest of night even though she can see how chaotic it is by her naked eyes. As she walks further, the drinks are flowing across the tables just as fast as the bartenders can make them. Raveena grabs one too. Something that can make her feel the sweet and spicy taste as she gulps her drink. Spicy sherry, rich caramel, and a hint of dried fruit can all be detected by her taste receptors; kind of suitable as a starter for the gloomy night.

Raveena starts to writhing on the dance floor, as though tipsy by the alcohol quantity that had reached her body. Her body moves uncontrollably in response to the thumping sound emanating from a disc jockey on the stage. She makes contact with the individuals around her several times before, but this time the touch was different. Someone grabs her shoulders and drew his face close to her ears. Raveena’s instinct is to spin around and stare at the young man in front of her, who she could tell that he is tall and attractive enough.

“당신�� 매력적으로 보입니다.”

(You look pretty.)

Raveena smiled in response to his compliment. “감사.”

“너 춤추 니?”

(Do you dance?)

A smirk appeared on her beautiful face. Raveena nodded as well, as if allowing the young man, she had just met to be her partner this time on the dance floor.

It is obvious what they were going to do tonight and how they begin to move their bodies into sensual gestures, which were first only to following the rhythm of the song. Raveena doesn’t hesitate to bring her back body close to the young man’s lower part. Meanwhile, despite merely groping Raveena’s tummy and waist, the young man had dared to grope her entire body. When Raveena watched another lady having fun with Gesang, she believed she had won this time since she had managed to redeem her pain. Raveena shifted her gaze back to the man in front of her and tugged at his collar. Screw it if anyone else notices, and fuck the worries that occupy her mind all day. Raveena will be concerned with proving that she, too, can have fun like people around her. Their faces got closer to each other at that point, until their lips finally met. There hasn’t been any further form of kiss, just two lips pressed together because it’s still hard to face their first touch from a stranger. Raveena, on the other hand, secretly took a photograph of herself kissing him at the time. Raveena’s face was clearly covered by the young man for half of the time. Although not very clear, but the photo captured by Raveena must have succeeded in making anyone who saw it thought that they were making out passionately.

“한잔 하자, 응?”

(Let’s get a drink, shall we?)

“Sure.”

Soon after, they return to the table where his companions had congregated. Some were drinking, while others were having affairs with other foreign women. She doesn’t know since her vision is quite fuzzy and she can’t focus like she used to. Raveena was obsessed with continuing the kiss that had been postponed earlier. Their kiss was even more passionate than previously. Peck after peck formed, eventually morphing into sucks and moans.

“조금만 기다려주세요.”

(Wait.)

“네.”

Raveena is still half-lulled by the event she had just witnessed when the young man whose name she doesn’t know yet got up from his seat and left her. Raveena got a chance to see how his cell phone was turning on before he let go of his lips, so it appears that he had to take an important call from someone. Raveena, to be honest, did not seem to care. Truthfully, she is more curious with her phone. What she’s doing right now is checking her cell phone for a new message from Gesang.

The time difference which is only two hours apart made Raveena sure that currently in Jakarta it is not that late for Gesang not to reply to the last message sent by Raveena. Raveena just laughs bitterly at the thought of how Gesang is currently making out in his room with the same woman earlier. Annoyed, she also sent a photo of her kiss earlier to Gesang without adding any caption on it. After that, Raveena re-locked her phone yet still grabbed it on her hand.

Not long after, her phone vibrated, indicating an incoming call. Without seeing who the caller was, Raveena picked it up. “See? I am much happier than you. I don’t fucking care anymore. What are you gonna say?”

The caller cleared his throat for a moment. If Raveena was in a fully conscious state right now, she would have recognized that all-too-familiar mumble voice.

“Where are you now, Vee?”

“Doesn’t matter, I am nowhere.”

“I know you’re in a nightclub, in Seoul right now. Just call me when you’re fully sober, will you?”

“I don’t want to talk about us, Mas. I’m done hurting by you.”

“I’m not even your ‘Mas’, Vee! I’m your father!”

“Such a liar.”

The call was disconnected unilaterally. With that, Raveena went back to spending the rest of the night with the stranger she had just met earlier on the dance floor.

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Raveena woke the next day with a headache and was still dizzy. She was not sure how many drinks she had with Jaeseop — the real name of the man Raveena met on the dance floor — last night. Raveena had never pictured herself doing something like this with a random person. Although it is obvious that Jaeseop’s charm has enchanted Raveena since last night.

Her right foot was the first to tread on the wooden floor, followed by her left foot. Raveena gingerly picked up her red satin dress from the floor so as not to wake up Jaeseop, who was still fast asleep after expending a lot of energy the night before. Raveena covered her naked body with the dress she wore in front of her breast while grabbing for her phone near the table and heading into the bathroom to clean herself.

“Shit. Ramai sekali.”

Raveena was the one who first read Sem Atchley’s message. Raveena had no idea to recall of what had occurred the night before.

ㅤ ㅤ iMessage : Dad.

ㅤ ㅤ ᠂  Call me when you are fully sober later.

ㅤ ㅤ ᠂  I’m not your ‘Mas’.

ㅤ ㅤ ᠂  Don’t make any mess there.

Raveena gulped her saliva as a reflex. Her heart began to race as her brain processed the events that had occurred while she was not fully awake. Raveena hurriedly checked the call history to make sure her fears were unfounded.

“Shit! I thought it was dream.”

Raveena hastily put the cell phone on her right ear until the ringing tone that sounded very monotonous and boring was replaced by Sem Atchley’s low voice.

“Are you fully sober now?” 

“Uh, yes. What happened?” 

“Never mind. Just answer me, when will you go home?” 

“Me? I don’t know?” 

“Do you have any unfinished business there?” 

“Not really, Dad. Why? Though I came here to keep my mind stay sane.” 

“I am sorry for what happened on you. It was your mother’s idea to ask Ansel be in a relationship with you. I hope you don’t hurt too much.” 

“Wait. Mom’s what?” 

“Long story, Raveena. I will tell you the whole story when you come home. Though I want you to know that I won’t ever abandoned you and Gavin.” 

“Make sure you promise me nothing but the truth, Dad.” 

 Though as soon as she heard an okay from him, she disconnected the call. Raveena let out a heavy sigh afterwards.  Her hand brushed her hair back so that it no longer covered part of her face as she looked down while staring at the her phone, opening one by one incoming messages other than messages from his father. Finally. One familiar name. One name that became the biggest reason why Raveena ended up in a hotel bed with a stranger she had just met last night.  One name that made her heart beat wildly. Nervous, to be exact.

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Creamy, rich Paneer Makhani is one of the most popular and loved Paneer dish, not only in India but also Internationally. A delight for vegetarians, rich sweet and tangy makhani gravy.

Till now if you haven’t heard of Paneer Makhani or the Makhnai gravy, then believe me you have surely missed one the most delicious creamy curry!!

Vegetarians in India love Paneer and paneer dishes. Be it Palak Paneer, Paneer Bhurji, Kadhai paneer or even paneer stuffed paranthas or kulchas, some of the dishes that form the menu of all the resturants or a part of there everyday meal or weekend parties.But the dish that takes away heart of everyone one is Paneer Makhani.

Panner Makhnai is a delectable, sweet and tangy gravy (made with tomatoes as core ingredients) with soft Paneer/Indian Cottage Cheese. It is called Makhani as the gravy is cooked in butter..

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Paneer Makhani Gravy…

Tomatoes are the main ingredients of Makhani gravy along with cream/cashew nuts/almonds for the rich and creamy texture. An authetic Makhani gravy doesn’t have any onions in it, but many people add little bit of onion to it. I usually do not add onions to the Makhnai gravy, but when I make Paneer Butter Masala or Khoya Paneer I do add onions while making the masala for these. For many people Paneer Butter Masala is another another name of Panner Makhani but if you really are a foodie and have gone into the histroy of Makhani gravy you will know the difference.

Makhnai gravy, as it is popularly known as, is believed to be invented by K.L. Gujral the founder of the  famous Moti Mahal resturant chain from Delhi. What was suppposed to be an invention for rehydrating drying and leftover chicken pieces, Makhani sauce, also became popular for it’s vegetarian version of Dal Makhani or Paneer Makhani!!.. do read the full article here..The original article by Vir Sanghvi is on Dal Makhani, loved it long back when I read it and till now it stayed with me.

In my serach for the perfect Makhnai gravy, I have tried and tested so many versions ask my parents  my sis and my hubby who used to be my testers 😉 !! I finally ended up of this recipe that gives me the authentic taste that we get in some of the best resturnats or and even roadside dhabas. The recipe is close to my heart as after my Dal Makhni, my parents love this one and I always make for them whenever I meet them!!

Ingredients for Paneer Makhnai

The recipe of Makhani gravy that I am sharing here today, uses cahewnuts for the rich creamy texture. You can add cream also in place of cashews or as mentioned above add milk for low cal version.

Soft and fresh Paneer..which can be homemade or storebought. Paneer pieces should be soft but firm and should not crumble in gravy, as it will spoil the whole texture of the gravy.

Ripe  red and firm tomatoes, give the tangy taste to the gravy. Tomatoes should be pureed very well in a smooth gravy.

Garlic and ginger, and dried fenugreek leaves(kasuri methi) add on to the flavours of this gravy. Ypu can add green chillies in paste as per your spice level.

I do not like this dish as very spicy with lot of masalas as in my opinion it takes away the flavours of this dish..

How to cook Paneer Makhani..

The first step in making this dish is making Paneer. If you are using store-bought Paneer then soak Paneer cubes in lukewarm water for the softness, but be careful not to soak in very hot water as paneer becomes chewy.

Cook tomatoes, cashew nuts, ginger and garlic in water, till the tomatoes are soft and mushy. You can add bay leaf, small cinnamom stick for the flavour.

Cool down the tomato mix, and puree it to fine paste. Discard any whole spice, incase you have added  any.

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Cook puree in butter and oil, with red chilli powder, coriander powder and garam masala and tomato sauce.

Add sugar to adjust the acid level of tomaotes.

Add roasted and finely crushed dried fenugreek leaves and finely add paneer.

Pls Note.. to get a bright red color, add red chilli powder before adding puree.

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In the recipe I have used toamto paste, that I diluted in water.

Add Panner pieces at the end, when the gravy is cooked well. If we add paneer while the gravy is cooking paneer pieces become hard and chewy.

  Let’s see in detail how to make this creamy and rich Paneer Makhani…

Paner Makhani

Panner Makhnai is a delectable, sweet and tangy gravy (made with tomatoes as core ingredients) with soft Paneer/Indian Cottage Cheese. Paneer Makhnai or Paneer Makhanwala, recipe with stepwise pics.

200 g Paneer/Indian Cottage Cheese (approx. 2 cups)

10-12 Cashew Nut pieces

4 Tomaotes(Medium)

1 tsp Kasuri Methi/Dried Fenugreek Leaves

1-2 tsp Garam Masala

1 tsp Kashmiri Red Chilli Powder

1 Bay Leaf

1 Cinamom stick (small) (optional)

1/2 tsp Suagr/Honey/Agave Nectar

2 tbsp Butter

1 tbsp Oil

4-5 Garlic Cloves

1" Ginger Piece

1 Green Chilli (optional)

Cut Paneer into cubes of desired size.

Soak in lukewarm water fro 5-10 minutes.

Cut tomatoes in irregular pieces.

In a pan, add water, add cashew nuts, tomatoes, ginger, garlic and whole spices.

Once the tomaotes are soft and mushy, swtich off the gas and let the mix cool down.

Puree the mixture in very smooth paste. You can take starin water before making puree. Add it later to curry.

In the same pan or take another one, add oil and butter. Once the butter starts to melt, add Kashmiri Red Chilli Powder.

Mix with butter for a few seconds and then add puree. Mix nicely. Puree wil splutter so be careful.

Keep on cooking the mixture for a 1-2 min, stirring in between.

Add tomato sauce, sugar, garam masala and mix well.

Add Paneer cubes and salt and mix nicely.

Cook for just a couple of seconds so that the masala coats evenly on paneer cubes.

Add roasted and finely crushed kasuri methi/dried fenugreek leaves and mix well.

Add more butter if you like and serve hot with the bread of your choice.

Substitute Paneer with Tofu and butter with any flavourless oil, for vegan version..

Do make this makhani Paneer dish and give me your feedback.

Makhani gravy can also be made ahead and you can also freeze it in portions and use as and when required. It comes to resuce when suddenly guests knock on door or you have a busy day ahead.

What goes best with Paneer Makhani.. 

This is best paired with Naan or Kulchas or Lachha Paranthas or even fresh hot chapatis. I even like to have left over curry with bread slices, this one is my another favourite combination after Baigan Bharta. It also pairs well with jeera rice, or any vegetarian pulao.

Can we make Makhani Gravy suitable for vegans.. 

This version of Makhnai gravy with cashewnuts is dairy-free. Substitute Paneer with Tofu and butter with any flavourless oil, for vegan version. You can also add, lightly sauteed mushroms and other veggies like corns, capsicum to it. Do not add cream.

I am sure you and your loved ones will surley like my version of creamy Paneer gravy just like eveyone in my family loves it.

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Features With Having Wondershare Filmora Serial Key:

Interface:

Filmora sports a spotless and satisfying UI, despite the fact that it is never again legitimately fitting for touch-screen utilize. You can exchange amongst the dark and mellow dim window fringes; I pick the dim decision. While you first start up Wondershare Filmora Activation code, you get to focuses on four upgrading modes, and their names give a showing of this present framework’s acknowledgment: movement Cam, finish trademark, momentary Cutter, and smooth Mode.

Repair gear comprises of focal point fisheye remedy, adjustment, and denoise. speed, of the course, Wondershare Filmora Crack gives you a chance to take after stop outlines, speedups, log jams, and rehashes. Hue incorporates now not best immersion, tint, and temperature, however moreover lighting apparatuses changes for splendor and assessment. You may just import one document at any given moment, deplorable, and really, the movement Cam mode best gives you a chance to work with one clasp at any given moment.  I tried on a couple of broad 1080p pictures from a GoPro Hero three, and unnaturally bent edges had been in fact fixed.

Full Editor:

Wondershare Filmora Free Download Full Editor see looks like that of most video altering applications, with a three-board design for source content, the video sees, and course of events over the base. It wears a perfect, straightforward, and dull interface, with non-skeuomorphic controls. Joyfully, this mode didn’t experience any difficulty stacking various clasp records as the others did in my testing. The quantity of tracks looks constrained at in the first place, however, at whatever point you include another video cut underneath your primary one, another track is included so you can continue overlaying. It’s an awesome method to keep your impact overlays where you need them. PiP works effectively, with WYSIWYG resizing handles in the review.

Enhancements and Color Editing:

As specified before, it’s anything but difficult to make PiP impacts, and you can move and resize PiP windows right in the video see by tapping on the suitable timetable clasp, dragging the focus amidst the edges and corners. Chroma Key worked exceptionally well and consequently.

Filmora, or More?

Wondershare Filmora sports an eye-relieving interface and offers bunches of clever impacts, content apparatuses, and channels alongside fundamental video cutting and great yield alternatives. Its single-reason instruments are less helpful than the full editorial manager mode, yet rendering speed isn’t at all pitiful.

Machine Requirements:

Supported OS: home windows 7/home windows 8/windows 10 (64-bit OS).

Processor: Intel i3 or better multicore processor, 2GHz or above.

RAM: at least 3GB physical RAM (8GB required for HD and 4K films).

Disk: as a minimum 2GB unfastened hard-disk space for setting up (SSD- advocated for enhancing HD and 4K motion pictures).

Screen decision: 1366*768 or better.

Internet: internet connection is important for software registration and gets admission to online offerings like effects save.

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