#Ram and Bheem are the best

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Chapters: 7/? Fandom: RRR (2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alluri Sitarama Raju/Komaram Bheem Characters: Alluri Sitarama Raju, Komaram Bheem Additional Tags: Amnesia, missunderstandings, Raju being happy for once Summary:

After a terrible accident, Rama Raju loses his memory. But when no one knows who he really is, how can anyone remind him of his past?

[mceproductions]

Best of 2023 Music #20: Rahul Siplingunj and Kaala Bhairva “Naatu Naatu”

SUM 22: The best moment of RRR belongs to the duos showmanship at a party that quickly wins a crowd over.

[enigma-the-mysterious]

Something something how Ram's rage and vengeance against the British and his attempt to fight them with their own weapons, on their own terms, are its own form of colonisation. Something something how he becomes a slave to the white man's whims, forced to turn against his own people, to hurt the man he loves the most. And it's only when he lets go of his rigid and myopic worldview, when Bheem shows him how to have faith in his own people, the power of community, how to NOT shoulder the burden alone, does he achieve his goals.

You cannot fight against oppression alone. If you do, you will crumble. Alone, we die. Together, we rock.

Was taking screenshots for the Komuram Bheemudo meta post and this one.... this one just makes me cry 😭 when he whips him on the face 😭

[eowyntheavenger]

What is RRR?? (Please, it looks so good)

Oh my god YES, YEEEESSSSSS, I am so ready to answer this, thank you anon, I feel like I’ve been CHOSEN!!!!!!! Let me tell you about the best movie ever!!!!!!!!!!! it IS so good!

RRR (which stands for Roudram Ranam Rudhiram or Rise Roar Revolt) is an Indian Telugu-language film that came out in 2022 and became India’s third highest grossing film ever because it is THAT amazing.

This movie has EVERYTHING YOU COULD EVER WANT. Unbelievable, over-the-top action! British colonizers getting what they deserve! Stunning cinematography, sets and costumes! A soundtrack so incredible you’ll never be able to stop listening to it! Tigers! (They’re CGI, no animals were harmed in the making of the film.)

And, most importantly, it has one of the most compelling and beautiful onscreen romances relationships between two men that I have ever seen!!!!!!!!!!! This movie is SO gay I can’t even begin to tell you. Like not officially gay, but GAY. I love it so much. Listen. LISTEN TO ME. The entire cast is great, but in particular the two leads are AMAZING and their chemistry is INSANE. They are magic together.

RRR is set in the 1920s and it’s about two revolutionaries named Komaram Bheem (played by Jr. NTR) and Alluri Sitarama Raju (played by Ram Charan) who never met in real life, but the movie says, what if they did? It explores themes of friendship, betrayal, colonization, racism, revolution, religion, trauma, and… what if two men fell in love while fighting the British? AND FALL IN LOVE THEY DO

I don’t want to spoil anything but like. WATCH IT. It’s three hours long and worth EVERY SECOND. You might wonder, in a three hour movie, are there parts that feel slow? NO. This movie is incapable of dragging, and so much is packed into three hours it’s actually kind of crazy. The story is so good the themes are so good the acting is so good IT MAKES ME FERAL!!! DID I MENTION THE SOUNDTRACK???

I CRY AND SCREAM ABOUT RRR EVERY DAY. This movie is unhinged, and it made me unhinged, and hopefully you will watch it and become unhinged as well <3 thank you and goodnight!

[idlebirdsparagon]

Musings On Sacrifice And Happiness Regarding Ram & Bheem

@hag-lad this snowballed a bit and took me a few days, but I was not making empty promises in the tags; it is done.

All right folks. This little analysis was inspired by this post by @enigma-the-mysterious and is an exploration of Ram and Bheem's attitudes toward their mortality and potential deaths. Neither of these two knuckleheads (affectionate) seem even the least bit apprehensive at the thought of their own deaths and I want to unpack that.

Content warning for talk of death, and disregard for personal safety, as per the movie.

Bheem: "I'll die with pride."

[Note: this section will be a little less of a deep dive into subtext and deeper meaning/conjecture and more a general explanation of the text, mainly because Bheem, barring the necessity of his Akhtar persona, functions narratively as the "what you see is what you get/I said what I meant" type. But it's fun to talk about him, and I'm making a culminating point at the end of this so I need this here for the sake of ✨️balance✨️]

Given his role as the protector for the Gond people, I would argue that it's reasonable to assume Bheem is, at any given point, ready to sacrifice himself for those he considers to be under his protection, whether directly a part of his tribe or not, especially based on the description of the protector given by Venkat Avadhani; yes Bheem is often likened to a tiger within the fandom (I do this too), but I think the imagery presented of a man willing to break a tiger's teeth and pry open its jaws to save someone is incredibly visceral and indicative of how far Bheem is willing to go as just one person.

Bheem lives with the knowledge that there's always a high chance that he will die as a natural outcome of his role among his people, as evidenced by how he doesn't promise his return when comforting Ram, saying instead "If we get out safely, I'll come meet you again."

And if he dies for the sake of ensuring that others get to live, that's a net positive for him; his purpose as protector fulfilled.

His entire line to Ram before he leaves to rescue Malli is a verbal acknowledgement of how much love he holds for his friend and an assurance to Ram that he'll have comfort in his final moments should they come to pass; he's not actively seeking to die, and he'll do his best to avoid dying, but he won't deem it an untimely tragedy should it happen. And having forged such a close friendship with Ram, that's another net positive he's been party to, so he can die with pride having done his job and holding the memory of Ram in his heart in his final moments.

Ram: "I will die gladly, Uncle."

I'm not gonna ease into this idea, I'm too eager so I'm just going to lay it out: Alluri Rama Raju does not live for himself and does not pursue his mission with his wellbeing in mind. Ram operates under the notion of being an instrument of the revolution and, even in times of his most heinous acts, regards himself as such rather than as a person. This is ultimately a topic for another dissection, but to tie it into the point of this post: when a tool breaks, do you weep? Does the tool?

I'm not going to wax poetic about material loss versus emotional loss; there is a nuance there that begs for a much longer word count. However, I will underline the point I'm making about Ram and how he regards his life.

Ram is given the mantle of being the weapon of the revolution at a very young age and we are told that he has worked for 15 years toward his (and his father's) goal; if you subscribe to the ideology that your life is that of a tool meant to achieve a goal, rather than as evidence of a living being, how will that change how you regard that life? Is it something precious outside of the mission?

Ram has a severe reckless disregard for his personal safety; jumping into a throng of protesters with nothing but a lathi as his weapon/protection being the biggest example of this.

(look at him go. wild. i'm armchair diagnosing him as clinically unwell.)

Ram is well aware of his prowess as a weapon and that gives him the confidence and internal permission to take wild risks without a moment's hesitation; he also knows that, ultimately, a weapon, if broken beyond repair, is replaceable; while he isn't looking to break himself, he certainly isn't being precious with his existence either.

And I would posit that he functions on a day to day basis under the need to accomplish his mission, get the weapons for his people and expel the British; beyond that? I wouldn't put money on Ram having planned for the future, or even having thought of making it to whatever future might be there for him. Though this idea is more of a headcanon than anything else; feel free to agree with or dismiss it as you like.

Then comes his ideological shift in the face of Bheem's rousing defiance of the Empire, and Ram's participation in it, in front of the people of Delhi at the whipping post.

Ram is forced to reckon with the fact that in his bid to be the weapon that brings about the downfall of the British Empire, he has effectively put that weapon into the hands of the enemy and allowed it to be wielded against the people he has been trying to liberate, and he knows this. The thought has been building for some time, as evidenced by his letter to Sita, but being ordered to flog Bheem expedited the process of cementing it as truth, with the final acknowledgement of that truth happening during Komuram Bheemudo.

But what to do with that realization?

What do you do when your purpose is thrown at your feet and you're forced to look at the culmination of your life's efforts as something that has been horribly corrupted and been rendered ultimately impotent? Let's me be specific with this rhetorical bit: What is Ram meant to do when looking at his guilt made manifest in the wounds littering Bheem's body, put there by his hand? Guilt that has been looming over his actions since his final shot in his village at his father's back?

(do you ever think about the fact that they show us the moment Ram stopped genuinely smiling until the day he met Bheem?...i do)

After the flogging Ram says Bheem is a volcano; I want to take that metaphor and turn it in my hands a bit to say I'd regard Bheem more as the catalyst for the eruption of people in Delhi, the introduction of magma into the chamber that triggers the previous buildup to come rushing forth; again another analysis for another time. Suffice it to say Bheem's actions and defiance in the face of the British and his torture incite immediate and tangible results in a way that Ram's methods from the inside never have and never would have been able to.

Here's where I'm going to bring it back to the idea of Ram and his happiness to potentially die for Bheem

Ram pins his hopes of a successful revolution onto Bheem. He doesn't seem the type to excuse failure in any capacity in regard to himself, and he has just been made painfully and undeniably aware that what he has been doing for the past 4 years has not been working; time to effectively decommission himself as the weapon. And if he dies, well, such is the way of things, no? Ram is beyond skilled in a great many things, especially combat, but I doubt he's ever regarded himself as invincible, he gets hurt too badly and far too often for that to make sense. Luck eventually runs out. He can do what needs to be done, he has every confidence in that, but he's aware of the possibility that doing so will come at the cost of his life. And with all that he has done up to the point of his about face after Bheem's flogging, he's more than ready to pay that price in his own blood.

Ram's life is not his, at least not by his estimation, and if he can keep Bheem alive, his own life is fine to be forfeit. He can die happy knowing Bheem still lives, with the added bonus of knowing the revolution will continue in his absence. At least in death he will have successfully done something good for his people and country.

To Summarize:

Both men are at peace with the idea of their respective deaths: Ram ultimately because he doesn't see his death as a loss if Bheem is still alive, and Bheem because he doesn't see his death as a tragedy if it means saving the life of another, especially with the knowledge that he can hold his friendship with Ram in his heart as he dies.

Though of course, within the context of the movie, neither of them has to die for the other, and I like to think that after the events of the movie they will gladly keep each other alive and never even think to regard doing so as a burden.

And that's where I'll end this analysis. If you made it this far, or just skipped to the summary, thank you for reading!

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After watching RRR: Behind and Beyond, there's a sense of patriotism and love for the Indian Cinematic Industry that I haven't really truly felt in a while. Even more so in the Telugu Cinematic Industry.

Though the documentary was taken with a light feel, the extra work and effort that you don't see on the final screen is something of the legends. You're telling me that the tiger Bheem fights in his introduction scene was a blue set piece? That Ram fights ~500 people in his introduction scene, in a man-made dust land? That every single scene had a miniaturisation made before they shot it??

I think that, especially with high action films, you kind of guess how much work they put into it, but you don't really UNDERSTAND how MUCH they dedicate to the film. Like, Ram and Tarak were swinging for 20 days when their characters first meet under that bridge. They were in harnesses for 20 days! Shot Naatu Naatu for 12!

Hats off to every single person involved in the film - main characters, side characters, managers, production and editing team, musicians, designers, choreographers and everyone else that I just can't mention in one sentence. Your work is mind blowingly amazing and your dedication shows.

And may I just say, MM Keeravani. You sir, single handedly keep my love for music on a high, every day. I love his work so so much and his love for music just makes me love it more.

And of course, Rajamouli sir. Thank you for bringing your dream to life and bringing another set of tears to my eyes. Your work is wonderful and I love it to bits.

From a Telugu girl who just loves this team,

Love it all and there's just not enough words to describe it. Amazing.

Also, pfft, love Tarak behind the scenes. Really truly, I think we'd be best buddies 😂

[jezebelgoldstone]

RRR (2022, dir S. S. Rajamouli)

things i am not now and likely never will get over from RRR

DRIFT COMPATIBLE BATTLE COUPLE DETECTED

queer? platonic? queerplatonic? who gives a shit no matter what it was it was AWESOME

Colonialism Is Bad Actually: The Musical

the symbolism. holy shit. every BIT of it was absolutely amazing.

wow all the mains in this movie are just, really hot? my poor lil pan heart had a rough time with this one ngl

the fact that someone (likely many someones) watched this movie about Colonialism Is Bad Actually and said 'you know what let's dub this whole thing into Hindi and English and then not give an option to watch it with the original Telugu dialogue' sure was,,,,,,,,, A Choice

THE MUSIC

by which i mean the actual song-and-dance numbers as well as the like story soundtrack all of it is going on my playlist asap

listen the spirk-behind-glass scene is awful. spock and kirk can't even touch. they can hear. they can see. but they cannot touch. and i in my sweet ignorant bliss thought that was as bad as it could get.

tonight i learned that holding someone in your arms through the bars of their cell is so much worse

I watched it on Netflix but i looked it up on a few other ahem websites and on EVERY SINGLE ONE Telugu audio wasn't even an option.

there was not one single chance to tie things together or make a connection or do a setup/payoff or callback that was not taken. not a single one.

everything about this movie is 100% Extra

in short: this movie is a masterclass

aaaaaand the rest below a cut because WOW i have a lot to say actually

which brings me to the dancing oh my gods. not sure i've ever seen such enthusiastic dancing in anything in my entire life. seriously by the final number i was exhausted just watching them

in general, this movie is: stunning

"RAM." "BHEEM." "SEETHA." IT'S ABOUT THE SYMBOLISM.

also this was kinda hilarious because i watched it in hindi [the least disorienting option] and they kept SAYING "ram" but in the subs it was always fuckin RAJU so like. again with the Choices. like seriously what was the thought process there. WAS there a thought process.

FIRE. WATER. STORY. I JUST. I. HELP ME.

i ADORED jenny. with my whole entire heart. she is one of the very BEST examples of Ignorance Is A Privilege and also At What Point Does Ignorance Become Malicious that i have ever ever seen. i loooooooooved it. i mean i hated it a whole lot while it was happening but also i am SO GLAD that now rather than trying to explain all of this to people i can just tell them to watch this movie and then sit them down and be like, so what are your thoughts on jenny's culpability in literally everything?

oh and how you can be a kind person and still do atrocities! like jenny is so sweet and so kind and you just like her so much and yet. and yet.

t h e s y m b o l i s m

i cannot remember the last time i saw a movie so visually stunning. the cinematography is breathtaking. pause on just about any random frame and it could be a movie poster or hanging in an art gallery or what have you.

they also dubbed all the lines that were actually in english? i mean i get it for the characters who spent most of the movie speaking Telugu because you'd need their voices to stay the same through the whole movie yeah fine whatever. but like. they dubbed all the ENGLISH characters, too? like literally dubbed them from english into english??? the dialogue matched their mouths except the timing was veeeery sliiiiiiiightly off but it SOUNDED really obviously dubbed??? Y THO???

HOLY SHIT THE FIGHT SCENES OH MY GODS

Malli. Malli honey i love you. i'm just realizing i don't know if that's your actual name gods damn it. but whatever your name is child i love you.

and did i mention that everyone in this movie is beautiful? like. seriously. Ram and Bheem especially holy SHIT.

Physics Does Not Work Like That And I Do Not Care Because That Was AWESOME: The Musical

oooohhhhh they re-recorded and dubbed the fucking SONGS too. i am so pissed about this y'all i can't even tell you.

oh i want to do a whole entire post that's even longer than this one about the symbolism. hell i could probably do a whole entire post just on the fire/water symbolism even without everything else. It was AMAZING.

okay ram is fire and bheem is water and ram's people go to a valley on the shores of a river and the river is in literally every shot of the village and just ram BEING fire but water being a place of HOME and SAFETY for ram

i'm not crying shut up

MALLI AND HER MOTHER TRY TO REACH EACH OTHER BUT THEY CANNOT TOUCH THROUGH THE GLASS

BHEEM AND MALLI HOLD EACH OTHER THROUGH THE BARS OF HER CONFINEMENT AND HE HAS TO LET GO AND LEAVE HER

BHEEM AND RAM HOLD EACH OTHER THROUGH THE BARS OF HIS CONFINEMENT AND BHEEM RIPS THE DOOR RIGHT OFF

ooooooohhhhhhh and people holding hands right before they part. oh that hurts. all of those hurt so bad.

how every single time people held hands when they parted they always held on till the last possible second EXCEPT FOR RAM'S MOM.

she lifts her hand away from him and then pulls back and it was devastating

Predators Do Not Work Like That But I Do Not Care Because That Was Awesome And Also They Ate A Bunch Of Colonizing Cops: Queercoded Edition (ACAB)

bheem with his arms spread and rope or chains around his wrists or in his hands. i just. the way it flipped back and forth from 'he has the power' to 'he is helpless' to 'he should be helpless and isn't' was just. breathtaking.

AND THEN. AND THEN RAM. CHAINED UP THE SAME WAY. DOING THE SAME GODDAMN THING AND USING THE FACT THAT HE'S CHAINED UP FOR HIS OWN FUCKING PURPOSES BECAUSE HE SAW BHEEM DO IT FIRST DON'T TOUCH ME

okay listen this movie would've been good no matter what but like. they really are just SO beautiful. and. when ram. with like the long hair. and. beard. and like. you know? like. his. his hair. his general. everything. um.

literally at the most emotionally inappropriate moment i literally thought about that whole 'i saw a man so beautiful i started crying' thing and like that almost literally happened literally

Why There Can't Be Any Such Thing As Good Cops: The Romance (ACAB)

and like here's the thing i'm not sure i would've even NOTICED this had it not been for the linguistic chauvinism with the audio and everything but like both of them were hindu and a lot of the symbolism though awesome was also really strongly hindu and i just i don't know nearly enough about hindutva to have any kind of opinion BUT i also feel like maaaaaaaybe there was something a little uncomfy about some of this

oh no wait the suspenders dance. that might've actually been the best part. yeah.

oh all the british actors did SUCH a good job being so eminently punchable

throw cheetahs at each other! and snakes! somehow have upper body strength greater than the force exerted by a 800+ lb tiger lunging! throw those motorcycles! punch through those walls without breaking your fingers! use herbal paste to heal broken bones in a matter of a minutes! break solid stone with nothing but the strength of your shoulders and gay love! i am so here for all of this!!!

Throw Rocks Marble Pillars Live Tigers Cops At Cops: The Movie (ACAB)

i love that jenny felt bad for the poor little girl who got kidnapped enslaved and imprisoned so she. bought her a dress and a toy.

you know, to make her feel better about the whole 'being kidnapped enslaved and imprisoned' thing.

instead of doing, i don't know know, literally anything else. like even just saying to her aunt 'hey this makes me sad' or something. #solidarity.

the violence was violent and the romance was sweet

okay so during the fight at the midpoint like i know that by the end of it ram and bheem are literal fire and water BUT ALSO. Ram enters the scene in a flaming carriage and from that point forward the fountain is in pretty much every shot of bheem. just sayin.

love that lachu (or whatever his name really is) told ram that there was no cure. like yes! you go man! ram may be so beautiful that in forty minutes i'm going to be in tears but that's no reason to tell a cop the truth about anything! you lie to that cop man!

A BRITISH SOLDIER HIT LOKI IN THE HEAD WITH A BRANCH AND THEN STOLE MALLI AWAY

BHEEM HIT RAM IN THE HEAD WITH A BRANCH AND THEN STOLE MALLI AWAY

i know other people got hit in the head with tree branches too but STILL

honestly i really like that ram and bheem were, well, ram and bheem. but i mean im glad they weren't like ram and lakshman or bheem and arjun or something. not even just because that would've been brotherly like i'm glad they weren't arjun and krishna or something either. i liked that their names weren't from the same story. i liked it better this way and i can't even articulate why.

i am never ever ever going to get over the progression of part of bheem's introduction being something going wrong and him holding two ropes (he has all the power) with his arms spread and that being used to show us how incredibly strong he is -> something going wrong and bheem with ropes around his wrists (he shouldn't have any power at all) holding his arms spread and that being used to show how incredibly strong he is in a completely different way

like every time there were ropes or chains in bheem's hands or around his wrists it meant something, and it was a beat in the rhythm of a discernable arc, but now i can't remember all of them gdi

oooohhhhh there was SO much more symbolism i wanted to talk about but it's so late that i have a headache and this post is so long my computer's lagging like two sentences behind so i should stop and go to bed. sigh.

just go watch this movie, okay? pleae? I cannot IMAGINE who would've read this whole thing,m but if you did, just watch it, all rigth? (and if you happen to know of any site - ANY site - where i can watch it in FUKIN TELUGU kindly drop a link please and thank)

[euphreana]

Screen Direction in RRR

Okay so as a cinematography nerd, it bewilders me that during the flogging scene, there is no screen direction.

Let me explain.

In visual media, we have the 180 Rule, which basically means that stuff on the left side of the camera stays on the left, and stuff on the right side of the camera stays on the right. (There's a lot more to it, but for now let's go with that.) This gives visual continuity so you can tell what's going on and who's where, even when things are moving around.

The thing is, this rule isn't followed at all during the flogging scene. Sometimes characters are on the left facing right, then in the next shot they're on the right facing left or right facing right or however. Randomly.

I screencapped every camera shot in the scene (all 178 of them) and the only continuity of screen direction is in the shots of Jenny and the people watching the event on the right facing left, and the Governor & Co facing the camera. (In the single shot when Jenny turns around to face the Governor's wife, the camera remains in its fixed position, so that still counts as visual continuity.) Aside from that, there's absolutely no consistency of screen direction.

This isn't a thing in the other major scenes. During Bheem's first attempt to save Malli (with the animals,) he starts on the right and, except for the end, is always trying to go to the left. It's the same with the big barracks escape - starting right and going left. (This in itself is odd since (at least in Western media,) the goal is usually to go from left to right, which makes sense since that's drilled into us in reading and writing. (The LOTR and Snowpiercer movies come to mind as prime examples.) Telugu, the original language of the movie, also reads from left to right, so this whole thing struck me as odd. Then I remembered Bheem's whole mission is to rescue Malli and go back home. It's established from the beginning that home is on the left, and Malli is taken to the right. So the whole movie, the goal, both thematically and visually, is about going back home. (Ram goes back to his home roots and Bheem literally goes home.) ANYWAY.) The cinematographers obviously do know the 180 rule.

In the flogging scene however, the cinematographers don't just break the 180 rule, they snap it in pieces and trample all over it. Given how other scenes stick to the rule, this seems intentional. Why? My best guess is that they wanted to make the scene chaotic and disorienting, despite there being little actual movement of the characters. Think about it; Ram's horribly conflicted between love and duty, and Bheem's life just got turned upside down. What better way to show that than a scene that visually feels off-balance and unpredictable?

Gutsy move.

[rrr-is-gay]

I’ve said something similar to this before, but I do think it bears repeating: Ram and Bheem ARE best friends, and shipping them does not preclude that! Things like Ram’s emotional reaction to the betrayal, or Bheem’s horror when he finds out about the scheduled execution, or Ram’s tears during the flogging, hell, even all the giggly cutesy Dosti dates! None of these things are implausible for platonic friendship. Brotherhood, even! So I don’t necessarily think it’s fair to point to things like this as evidence that Ram & Bheem should be lovers.

At the risk of sounding pretentious and annoying, I ship rambheem (and you should too!) for more intangible reasons: Their erotic chemistry. The romantic grandeur of their gestures and statements towards one another. All the loving glances and smiles. The habitual nervous reaching for each other— yearning for physical touch. The way their eyes light up in each other’s presence, beyond mere delight, fully immersed in ADORATION and AWE! The tangled web of fate smoothing out to lead them to one another, guiding them to the success of their missions ONLY THROUGH EACH OTHER! The depth of familiarity with each other’s BODIES!!!!!!!

Romance isn’t just “he cares so much about this person!” It’s “his soul is made whole by this person.” It’s “his life path is permanently realigned because of this person.” It’s “his entire body reacts to the pheromones of this person.” And yes, it’s also “he would have the absolute most insanely hot nasty wild animal sex with this person”!!!!

[lakshana-ke-lakshan]

Ok y'all, imagine a modern AU for RRR. What profession suits our main characters? Idk about ram tbh, I'm not as invested in him as I'm invested in Bheem.

But Bheem

This guy

As we'll think at first glance that he'd be doing some Hard and rugged job, considering his body

Which is correct to a very good extent

Bro has a build of a bear

Like-those arms and not to mention, those ✨ thighs ✨

But what I think, he'll choose to be some kind of a doctor...or a vet all together

Cuz look, this guy(in the movie) , makes a cure, for a snake, that was said to be incurable by a member of his OWN tribe and ram? He fine-

Yes, this might seem that ram has some good GOOD healing system, I agree. But it's good doesn't mean that it'll be able to cure some incurable venom????!!!!!

Or this maybe made me realise that I'm watching a movie 🙂

And yes, lacchu might even have been lying about the- "dead within one hour" part, but looking at the sheer expression of shock and dread filling bheem's face says otherwise.

So yes,bheem whips out some good aa leaves and makes a paste, boom 💥 wound is gone

A good ass doctor.

And like- even better if he's like a pediatrician. I'm sure he gives the best hugs and kids will absolutely love and trust him for sure. And + point, he'd be also very good at consoling the family of patients yk, considering he looks like a big big empath

So ya

But imagine, ram, a detective or some kinda police officer, gets wounded and taken to the hospital where bheem takes care of him.

It's friendship at first sight y'all unfortunately

Then the usual-

"Bhaiya how the hell do you get wounded so much ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ" while tenderly caring for them wounds and ram just watched him with a smile on his face he doesn't realise is there.

Then suddenly ram realises what he's doing

Getting wounded on purpose just to meet Bheem

This is not healthy (both ways)

So ya, plot develops and 💥

So yes

Bheem= doctor

I rest my case your honor

[ronaldofandom]

Bheem's day

Plot: Jenny takes care of an exhausted Bheem. Because Bheem deserves all the love and care in the world.

All fluff. No warnings.

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Bheem returned to their hut in the middle of the day, grumpy and pouting. The bottom lip jutting out in child-like petulance, enough to give a toddler a run for his money.

That face was asking for a hug. Jenny dropped what she was doing and wrapped her arms around him instantly.

‘What happened sweetheart? You are back early today.’

‘Anna scolded me and sent me back. He said I am too exhausted from my last mission and will fall flat on my face any moment.’

Bheem huffed and sat on the cot.

‘He didn’t even let me get a word in, Jenny. I tried to tell him I was fine and I could get through the day. But he refused to listen and chased me angrily till I made my way back to the village. It was so embarrassing. Everyone was looking.’

‘Hmmm.’

That’s it? That’s all the reaction he was going to get? Not even a word of sympathy or an emphatic declaration that he was wronged? Curious, Bheem tilted his face to look at her, as she emptied the contents of his jhola (shoulder bag) and hung it outside to air it.

She felt his eyes on him throughout and knew that she would have to speak up sooner or later.

‘Look, I don’t think he was wrong in doing what he did. In fact, I am glad he did it.’

Bheem pinched himself to see if he was hallucinating. Not only was Jenny not taking his side, she was also agreeing with Ram. He wondered if the sun had risen from the west today.

Jenny sat down next to him and slowly reached for his hand, which was bouncing on top of his knee.

‘Bheem, I know you have immense responsibilities on your shoulders. But you won’t do good to anyone if your body breaks down one day. And it will, with the way you are abusing it. I know you feel that you can just get on with it but it doesn’t work like that. You have to take better care of yourself, else you won’t be able to take care of others. That’s the honest truth. Sorry, I am not going to mince words here or sugarcoat this.’

It was rare for Jenny to use tough love on Bheem but when she did, she always hit the nail on its head.

And she wasn’t wrong. Bheem had felt the strain in his muscles all through last week. His back had nearly spasmed in training today. That’s when Ram had lost it, for not telling him that he was already unwell.

But there was so much to do. How could he just laze around?

Jenny read all his emotions on his face and cupped his cheek tenderly.

‘I won’t ask for much. Just take the rest of the day off today. Please? Would you do that for me? And for Ram?’

She didn’t leave any scope for him to say no, so he conceded defeat and nodded in a yes.

‘Splendid. Now go get freshened up quickly and we will have lunch together.’

It was the best meal they had had in a while. Jenny poured all her heart into the preparation and Bheem savoured every morsel. Especially since she fed him with her hands. His mood had turned markedly better and playful by the end of lunch.

‘Okay, so what’s next on the itinerary of my day off?’

‘Head massage.’

She was determined to tend to him today, to help him relax. Bheem took off his kurta to avoid any stains and sat on the floor.

Jenny settled behind him on the cot, with heated oil next to her. Gently, she tilted his head up & rested it into her lap.

She started applying pressure on his forehead with her thumbs. Tracing the edges back and forth. Next, she ran her thumbs in circular motion over the expanse of his forehead, paying special attention to the sensitive spots next to his eyes.

Bheem sighed audibly - a deeply content sound. Making her smile.

Once done with the forehead, she started tending to his scalp - following the same motion as earlier. Tracing the boundary first with her thumbs and then using her fingers to massage in circular motion. She also used her palm to press and rub into certain easily stimulated spots, like the top of his head.

His eyes were shut lazily and he had a pleasant resting face on. Slowly, without him realising, his lips curved into a smile.

She rounded up the care by rubbing the nerves on the back of his head, earning a deep moan from him. He felt the tension physically evaporate from his head with every single measured touch of hers.

Once done, Bheem loosely wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing her wrists lovingly. She leaned forward and rested her cheek on the top of his head, not caring a bit about the oil stains.

They stayed there like that, wordlessly. Seeking comfort in each other’s proximity and care. After a few minutes, Bheem broke the silence.

‘Just when I feel I couldn’t possibly love you more than I already do, you end up doing something like this. You are spoiling me, bangaram. I am addicted to your love now.’

Floored by his beautiful words, she nuzzled her cheek further against his head. This was typical Bheem - coming up with poetically romantic lines at the drop of his hat, which often rendered her speechless.

And yet he had the audacity to always claim that he wasn’t as articulate as she was. Uff.

‘You take care of everyone, of me, all the time. Once in a while, let me do the same. The pleasure is all mine, my love. Really. You don’t ever ask for anything you wish, anything you need. You never put yourself first. Bheem - if you truly love me, then I want you to be honest  with me. I want you to never hesitate asking for anything for yourself. Especially with me.’

It was Bheem’s turn to choke this time. He caressed her arms, which were still wrapped around his neck, and kissed her palms.

‘I - I am not used to anyone constantly fussing over me like this. Since my amma died, no one has really put me first. Not because they don’t care about me, but because they have immediate families and responsibilities and well, priorities of their own. I don’t blame them Jenny, don’t get me wrong. I understand them, I really do.’

She wanted to scream and yell at him. To shout that he didn’t have to be this messiah, this saviour all the time. That he was a human being after all, no matter the godly status his people had ascribed to him. But he had been yelled at enough today by Ram, so she counted to 10 to calm herself and adopted the argument of love instead.

‘Well, I am here now. It’s high time you get used to it. Because YOU will always be my number 1 priority. Always.’

Bheem wanted to hug her and never let go. But he did the next best thing. He told her what he needed, then and there.

‘My neck and back are a bit stiff too.’

Jenny smiled from ear to ear, filled with satisfaction.

She re-heated the oil, adjusted their positions and got back to the task of making him feel better.

Bheem let himself be moved around readily, giving her access, leaving his upper body loose, as she started applying more pressure to the affected areas.

Jenny could literally feel the swelling under her palms. It hurt to see him in pain. It hurt even more that he had chosen to ignore his pain & continued to suffer in silence for days, just so he doesn’t trouble anyone with his burdens. Nor even her. Hopefully, that would change from today.

She applied every trick she knew, every formation she was familiar with, to try & bring some relief to his beloved.

Bheem moaned and sighed loudly, giving her assurance that her efforts were bearing fruits.

‘Hmmmmmm….magic hands….’

He kept babbling throughout, as she pressed into his shoulder sockets.

Next, she made him lay face down on the cot and started working on the knots in his back muscles. No wonder his back had nearly spasmed today, his muscles were all coiled up.

Bheem moaned the loudest here, then buried his head in the pillow to muffle all the sounds coming from his mouth.

Jenny carried on for a bit, for as long as she could. When Bheem sensed that she was getting tired, he held her wrists.

‘Enough for today, bangaram. It was heavenly, like you. I can’t express how light I feel already.’

And he wasn’t exaggerating. Relief had practically poured into his skin with her care. Making him feel all relaxed and cozy and a tad bit lazy.

He tugged on her wrist to get her to lay next to him. She went readily.

His arm wrapped around her waist, and he pulled her closer into his side. Again, she went readily. His fingers started to play with her open strands and caress her face, as she shut her eyes to soak in the feeling.

‘What other such talents do you have up your sleeves that I don’t know about?’

‘You will have to wait and watch.’

‘I see.’

Peaceful silence ensued for next few minutes, the kind that makes you appreciate the blessings of life & joys of companionship.

‘But seriously, where did you learn this from? You knew exactly what to do. How?’

Her face was buried in his neck and her eyes were still shut.

‘In London, I used to take a lot of massages. They really calmed me down & made me feel lighter than air.’

‘You used to get massages like these, like…like the one you just gave me?’

‘Uh-huh. Especially my back and full legs. In fact, I used to book two rounds consecutively. For a good two hours. It was pure and utter bliss.’

Bheem struggled with the phrasing of his next question, so as to not make himself look like a fool. Or a prude for that matter.

‘So….these massages you got…..they were….ummm….they were from other women, right?’

She turned to look straight at him then. Figuring out what all his tentative energy was about.

‘Maybe they were. Maybe they weren’t. Why is that important?’

‘You know why.’

‘Bheem, are you jealous?’

‘Ofcourse I am jealous. As hell. Should I not be?

Bheem couldn’t stomach the idea of another man tending to her the way she had tended to him just now. If she had reacted the way he had, sounds & all, it would make him go nuts. And homicidal.

His disarming honestly and ardent feelings completely crashed her teasing mood. She cupped his cheeks with both hands and made him look into her eyes.

‘Shhhhh. There was no man, ever. Gosh, it would have caused such a scandal in all of London high society.’

Bheem took a few moments to process that, & catch his breath. Then, he poked two fingers in her belly, in protest.

‘You teased me, then. On purpose. You knew how I would react.’

‘Awww honey. Sometimes a little jealousy can be quite romantic.’

She pulled his voluptuous cheek lightly & kissed his forehead, but he continued to pout.

‘I don’t think so. There was nothing pleasant about the way I just felt. You don’t know the feeling.’

Her whole face changed in indignation. Bheem knew instantly he had something contentious but he didn’t realise what it was. He tried to reach towards her but she swatted his hand away.

‘Oh, I don’t know the feeling is it? You really have the gall to say that? All you had to deal with was some imaginary man, for 10 seconds. While here I am knowing that I wasn’t the first woman in your life. I wasn’t the first you…’

Bheem cut her off with a firm kiss to her lips. She protested & pushed at his shoulders weakly but he held the side of her face and deepened the kiss further. Showing her, instead of telling her how no other woman could hold a candle to her. She was the love of his life.

Slowly, the fight left her body. He broke the kiss  then, but left a few more moist kisses on the rest of her face. She giggled & yelped, trying to turn her face away from the wet assault of this human golden retriever.

‘Who is teasing who now, huh?’

She managed to grab his face and push it away, but he still sneaked in a few licks to her palm. She smacked his chest playfully with the same wet palm, making them both laugh out loud.

Staring into each other’s eyes, they forgot what they were arguing about.

But Bheem was still kicking himself for his thoughtlessness. And there was something he needed her to know.

‘Jenny - you know that it wasn’t like this with her. Maybe it was youthful infatuation or some semblance of feelings but it wasn’t love. It was nothing like what we have. I never had to remind myself to breathe in her proximity.’

He also wanted to tell her that he had only kissed that other girl twice, which hadn’t been particularly good for either of them. There was nothing further to their intimacy.

But even Bheem knew not to mention such details and put specific images in Jenny’s head. He didn’t want to piss her off & sleep on the floor tonight. Not at all.

‘You don’t need to say this to flatter me or spare my feelings. I am a big girl, I can live with your past.’

He put his index finger under her chin & raised it to look deep into her eyes.

‘You think I would lie about my feelings for you?’

She didn’t miss the slight note of hurt in his voice. And was defeated by his honesty again.

‘You won’t lie to me. I know that. Sorry I reacted that way.’

‘Don’t be. I acted like an idiot first.’

Jenny smiled & squished his face in response.

‘Ok - we got distracted from the order of the day. C’mon, let me do your arms and front now. I have gotten enough rest.’

Bheem got on his back, obliging obediently. Secretly glad for the impending relief and attention.

When she settled on the edge of the cot, he picked her up & sat her down on top of his waist, straddling him.

Jenny eyed him curiously.

‘It’s just a better angle for the massage. Don’t you agree?’

‘Uh-huh.’

She started with his arms. His gloriously muscular arms. Keeping them on her shoulder and applying the soothing oil on the full length & width of them. He sighed happily & she worked hard to rein in her sighs too at the sight of him blissed out like this.

The oil ran out, owing to the sheer size of him. Bheem whined when she got up, and kept whining till she was back in place with the re-fill.

‘What can I do? You are soo big.’

She said nonchalantly & started oiling up his pecks. It was his turn to eye her curiously.

‘Jenny?’

‘Hmm?’

‘Are you flirting with me?’

She didn’t flinch for a second. Instead, she leaned forward to increase the pressure of her palms on his pecks, drawing a guttural moan from him.

‘What do you think?’

She moved to his abs next. Bheem bit his lips to prevent that embarrassing sound from emerging again.

‘I think yes. You are always flirting with me. I can see that now.’

He had recently learnt from her what flirting really meant. During one of their late night chit-chats.

Since the beginning of his adult life, almost a decade ago, Bheem had received more than his fair share of compliments, attention & advances. He wasn’t blind to them anymore, but they needed to be outwardly forthright & staring him in the face for him to realise he was being hit on. Subtle cues went completely over his head, even now.

‘I am glad. Because then, you should be able to tell when some of those other women flirt with you. All the time.’

He didn’t miss the sting in her voice. She didn’t try to hide it either.

They had previously gotten into a lengthy argument about this. It started with Bheem saying he wasn’t stupid and he could alway tell when someone was hitting on him.

Really? So, did you know I was interested in you back in Delhi? At the market? During the dance? In my room?

Very calmly, Jenny had thrown this in his face and he was stumped. Clean bowled. Speechless. Then, she proceeded to list down, in great detail, the numerous instances she had observed or heard of about other women & him, which he had completely missed. She had methodically destroyed him with logic & evidence.

From that experience, and her tone now, Bheem knew that this was dangerous territory and he decided to tread carefully.

‘Bangaram, thanks for bringing those instances to my notice. I didn’t realise even harmless stuff like touching my arm or wanting to cook for me or accompanying me to training or laughing endlessly at my jokes had more meaning than I had imagined. But…tell me one thing. Does it really matter what they want or do? At the end of the day, I will always come home to you. I will always want you.’

‘I see. By that logic, it shouldn’t matter to you if any of the men here harmlessly hold my hand or casually wrap their arm around my waist, right?’

She felt his whole body stiffen underneath. But then, it relaxed the next second.

‘No, it won’t matter.’

He said confidently. She smacked his chest in annoyance.

‘You little sneak. You are only saying that because no one here would dare to even look at me. Because of you.’

It was true. They all knew Bheem as a gentle, sweet, kind and fair man. But not a single soul wanted to test him or invite his wrath when it came to Jenny. They didn’t know how he would react but they didn’t want to find out either. She was off limits from the moment she had stepped into Bheem’s life. Even respectful admiration from afar was out of question.

When his bluff was caught, his face involuntarily split into an endearing smile.

She huffed & tried to walk away but he caught up with her in a few steps, hugging her tightly from behind. Tracing his lips along her shoulders.

‘Meri jaan, you may not have been my first crush or my first kiss. But I swear to all things holy that you are my last. No one could replace you. You own me, Jenny - heart, mind, body and soul. Now & forever. I am told repeatedly, by everyone, that all this is very evident from the way I look at you. So I just assume that other women, who may be interested in me for whatever reason, can see that too. That’s why I shut my mind to all those supposed advances. But you are right - I will do better to nip this in the bud. Promise. I love you, jaan.’

Jenny turned in his arms and touched her forehead to his. Softly running her fingers through his beard. While his fingers gently caressed her sides and back.

‘So, would that count as flirting?’

She instantly burst into a laugh - a pearly, ringing laugh.

‘My sweet pumpkin - that’s not flirting. At least not between couples. That’s a truckload of love, honesty & genuineness. Basically, that’s all you. But flirting between couples is …ummm… is a bit more naughty or suggestive or double meaning. Like what I said to you a few minutes ago.’

‘Hmm.’

He nodded thoughtfully. Bheem still didn’t fully understand the purpose of flirting. Why would she ever need to say something to entice him or make him want her? She could just look at him once and he would go to her straightaway. Likewise, he had also never faced any instance of her not returning his advances.

But maybe - this could add another dimension to their relationship. And maybe it would make her blush more - that would be worth any effort. He loved seeing her all flustered and crimson.

‘Will you teach me, then? The things I can say to you, the areas I can delve into? I want to learn. I don’t want to miss out on anything with you.’

She continued to giggle, while nodding affirmatively.

Next second, she found herself being lifted from the ground and carried back to the cot, in his arms.

‘Ummm..Bheem?’

‘You said it’s my day, right? I want to take a long, lazy afternoon nap now, post that magical massage. And I sleep best with you in my arms. You know that.’

She had a ton of work left for the day but she didn’t have the heart to refuse him. He was her Achilles heel.

They followed their usual routine. He laid down on his back and spread his arm out on the pillow. She rested her head on it and cuddled into his side. Both his arms enveloped her then. And they drifted off to a peaceful, dreamy, blissful sleep. Shutting out the world & slipping into the cocoon they had created for themselves.

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[manasrout360]

Part 2

We saw that George bought ram to his home and bheem goes to find ram then when someone attack him

Let's see what happens next

Bheem enter to the kingdom and he kill one soldier and dress himself like him the someone attack him and tie his hand and close his eye and mouth with a hanky. Took him away.

When bheem open eyes he was in a house. He look himself tied on a chair. Then someone came

"Hey young man" said the stranger

"Why does you tied me here" asked bheem

"YOU are just going to listen me , don't need to speak"

I already have a mission let me go

What type of mission

To save my love, Ram

Ram!!?

You knew him

Yes he is my best friend

Oh hey what's your name

Surya, I also have a story these

Then talk about his story

Me and ram and arjun meet here only. And the we became close friend. I see ram love for you and I love arjun. So after the war we ran away and live our life in a village. Then this monster came and destroy our live.

I can help with it we both can go there

Surya agreed and open all rope

Then he move to wards the palace

Now Ram and arjun are with their son playing.

George came and said

Hey babies what are you doing

Hey ram come near me , I am going to somewhere I will came back after a month pls take care of the baby

I know that George

Then George left the room

Ram was depressed and angry with him and his baby

You shouldn't thought to do that ram, the small baby didn't even know properly what is happening

I am sorry arjun he is innocent said ram hugging his baby "you are only mine and only be mine"

Then a sound came from outside

The soldier are running here and there they are talking that someone has attack here

Then see the opportunity ram and arjun taking the baby out of the room to escape but then someone came infront of them

And it was bheem. Ram hugged bheem and cry alot

He take his baby from arjun hand and show it to bheem

See it's my baby can you pls except me

Yes I would always

Arjun was happy to see them then some one call him from back

Surya! You..you are alive I cat believe

Yes I am

They hugged each other and kiss

After getting these news George came but he found nothing

Then he head towards the village

There surya and bheem are waiting for him

Then he fight with them then they kill him

And they return to home

And after a year arjun and surya had a baby girl

And both couple lives happily

The end

[enigma-the-mysterious]

Me at Bheem: My sweet boy. My sugar plum. My sweetest, smartest, bravest most wonderful man. I hope nothing but the best for you. You deserve such good things you big papa bear

Me at Ram: Bastard man. I love you so much and I hope you get punched in the face.

[hag-lad]

RRR and the Ram/Bheem fandom have given me so much life lately, it’s actually hilarious. I’ve been feeling so happy, happier than I’ve felt in years, and I literally think it’s just because of this movie and the fandom. I feel changed by it, healed in a way I never thought a fuckin action movie could ever heal a person. I’ve been inhaling the best fic I think I’ve ever read in my life??? This fandom has some seriously talented writers, it’s unbelievable. I’ve been sleeping and eating better, just feeling a lot better about everything in my life. Idk, maybe it’s just my new meds are finally kicking in and I’m over-attributing it to my current hyperfixation. But goddam, I love RRR so much.

[pinkpersonsblog]

Title: You Shouldn’t Have

Characters: Ram, Bheem

Summary: It's Bheem's birthday and Ram has a special gift for him. But can he give it to him or will he chicken out? Cute friendship fic.

Words: 2,324

When Ram was a teenager, he’d so cherished the people in his life that he’d jot down in his journal, in vivid detail, every joke laughed at, every complimented bestowed upon him, every minute occurrence. Entire conversations were recorded, word for word. Things others took for granted, didn’t think twice about, were what he looked forward to revisiting on a regular basis. These were memories he latched onto, as if hugging them would make them turn into warm, inviting bodies.

Make them turn into friends.

Ram sat on his bed, holding his journal in his hands, his thumb grazing over its worn edges. A relic from the past had been unearthed today, as he sat there after having considered writing in it for the first time in so long. It was Bheem’s birthday, a day he’d been looking forward to for the past month, just so he could spend it with him. Well, that, and to also hand him the gifts he’d bought for him. He’d considered simply writing about how he was looking forward to giving his friend his gifts and sharing a cup of hot chai with him. But just when he put pen to paper, he’d stopped, hand frozen in place. Something about it didn’t feel right, as though he were about to drop a grape into a bag of raisins.

Ram set the journal aside and checked his watch. It was about time for him to meet Bheem. He picked up the gifts he’d gotten him and felt his heart swell as he examined them.

Bracelets. That was all they were, or at least one of them was. The other was a bit more meaningful than that.

The regular bracelet was beaded with black and silver beads. Nothing fancy, although a few of the beads did gleam in such a way that made it stand out. The other bracelet was threaded and had a fish woven into it. He knew how much Bheem loved going swimming. The symbolism of the bracelet didn’t stop there, however. Ram reached into his pocket and pulled out a third bracelet. A threaded one with the image of a horse woven into it. Ram’s bracelet.

Friendship bracelets.

It was what Ram had specifically been searching for when he was at the stalls on the street, where all kinds of jewelry were being sold. He’d never had the opportunity to buy such a thing before and it was the first idea that came to mind when he’d considered what to get Bheem for his birthday. To be honest, it almost seemed like he was thinking more about himself than he was about Bheem. He had no idea if their friendship meant as much to Bheem as it did to him, so it was a bit risky.

Ram took hold of his keys from the dresser and checked his reflection in the mirror, combed his fingers through his hair. His heart leapt in his chest like it so often did right when he was about to see his best friend. He walked out and was on his way to make his friend’s day.

The weather was splendid and brightly sunny. Outside the café and on the street, people were bustling and enjoying time with their loved ones. A curly haired man stood near the café’s entrance, attention seemingly elsewhere with his back turned to Ram. Unluckily for Bheem, he had left himself completely vulnerable to Ram’s advances. So Ram grinned mischievously as he snuck up behind Bheem and tapped his left shoulder. Bheem’s head whipped to his left, but Ram had already stepped to Bheem’s right. When Bheem turned towards him, he slapped a hand to his forehead and laughed.

“Happy birthday, buddy,” Ram said as he pulled his friend into a warm hug. Its effect was instantaneous—indulging in a cup of hot chai wouldn’t have felt nearly as good. After they parted, Bheem waved a hand dismissively. “It’s just another day. But thank you.”

Ram followed Bheem inside the café as they sat down on a tattered couch and ordered two cups of chai. He couldn’t help but muse on what Bheem had said. He decided it didn’t sit right with him. “Nothing wrong with having one special day out of an entire year, Bheem. You deserve that much, at least.”

Bheem sighed as the waiter walked up and handed them their chais. After thanking him for his, he said, “I never really cared for birthdays. It’s strange to admit, but I always felt guilty when I’d get presents. And I absolutely hate when people sing ‘happy birthday’ to me. I know…I’m weird.” He looked sheepish as he took a sip of his chai.

Ram swallowed hard as he reached into his pocket and felt the two bracelets, his thumb playing with the one with beads. Was he wrong to have bought him the bracelets? What if it came across too strongly and scared him off? He’d just arrived and was already feeling like an idiot. Maybe a card would have sufficed.

“I’ve never had a birthday party with anyone outside of relatives and Sita,” Ram said. “I actually like getting presents, but I never really received anything I liked. It was usually just clothes.” Ram wrinkled his nose, making Bheem chuckle.

Bheem looked thoughtful for a moment as he tapped a finger against his chin. “What would you want to do if you spent your birthday with me?”

Ram didn’t even have to think about it, but he pretended to take a few seconds to think as he took a sip of his chai. He didn’t want to seem like he thought about this all the time. Because he definitely didn’t. Definitely.

“I’d want us to go dancing.”

His hands began to sweat as he instantly realized Bheem might not feel as eager to dance with him again. Maybe it was just a one time occurrence for Bheem. Maybe he’d felt pressured into it by Ram. Maybe he’d rather do it with Jenny instead…

Bheem smiled knowingly, his eyes so soft they could have made Ram melt into a puddle right then and there. “You liked dancing that much, huh?”

Ram wiped his hands on the back of his slacks, not sure why he was getting more and more anxious. How would Bheem react if he knew he daydreamed about it, was so enthralled by Bheem’s skills on the dancefloor that he’d been practicing in private, lest they have another dance off?

“Yeah,” Ram said.

I loved it.

The admission and Bheem’s nonchalant response helped Ram to work up the nerve to pull out the beaded bracelet and hand it to Bheem.

“Before you say anything—I know you don’t like presents, but it really isn’t much. It didn’t cost a lot. I just thought you might think it’s cool, maybe.”

Bheem frowned as he took the bracelet from Ram and studied it, played with the beads. This was only a few seconds, but it could have been a lifetime as Ram waited with bated breath for his reaction. Bheem finally put the bracelet on and smiled at Ram almost regretfully. “Thanks, Ram. But you really shouldn’t have.”

Ram was fully aware it was only one half of the gifts he had bought for Bheem. But he suddenly felt embarrassed for having gotten him the fish bracelet. Like he’d put too much thought into it, that he obsessed over their friendship like some psycho.

Bheem would probably never buy him something like that. He’d probably buy him a cup of chai or a lassi and call it a day. Although he would ignore the voice of reason telling him it wasn’t because Bheem saw him as any less of a friend. Bheem was just a simple guy who didn’t have much use or desire for material things.

Still, Ram wished he could somehow show him how much he meant to him without feeling ashamed of it. Somehow, even just this beaded bracelet made him feel overexposed…like he’d laid his heart bare for his friend to stomp on.

“If you don’t like it, you can tell me. Be honest.”

Bheem shook his head as he studied the bracelet on his hand, from different angles. “I like it. Really. Just hate that you spent money on me.”

“It was the least I could do to make your day a bit more special.” Ram felt overwhelmed by a torrent of emotion. What he was about to say was achingly true. “I’ve never had a friend like you. I care about you. I lo—”

He stopped suddenly, the words dying in his throat. Was he really about to say that? Did he really feel that way about him?

Bheem waited, then motioned for him to go on. It didn’t appear as though he knew what he’d been about to say. What he wanted so badly to say.

But Ram couldn’t say it. His fear of rejection wouldn’t allow it. He fought for words to fill in the blanks as Bheem was staring at him, confused.

“…Like you a lot,” Ram said, instead. The words were technically true and very nice indeed, so why did they feel so hollow, like a pale imitation of his true feelings? Maybe because it fit more with how he’d describe a plate of warm biryani…not someone he’d forgiven for ruthlessly stabbing him in the chest.

Bheem himself looked unconvinced that that was what he’d intended to say, but he had enough tact to not pry.

“I wouldn’t have even accepted this if I didn’t feel the same way,” Bheem admitted, surprising Ram. “Anyone else and I would have forced them to take it back.”

Ram felt elated hearing this. But at the same time, the fish bracelet was weighing increasingly heavy in his pocket. Why couldn’t he give it to him? Why was he so afraid his friend would reject it? Would it make their friendship any less meaningful if he did? Besides, Bheem had just told him he felt the same way…

Ram took a sip of his chai as he fell silent, looked outside the café window to see a couple walking down the street holding hands. Eager to change the subject, he turned back to Bheem. “So when are you going to brag to me about having kissed Jenny?” he teased.

Bheem arched an eyebrow and looked at him funny. “I did kiss her just the other day. I told you, Ram. Don’t you remember?”

At first, Ram felt indignant because he was certain Bheem hadn’t told him and was just messing with him. But then he vaguely remembered Bheem’s voice over the phone excitedly telling him that Jenny had kissed him after he’d told her she has a pretty smile.

"Right...sorry." Goodness…how could he have forgotten? Well, now that he remembered, he had to plan all sorts of romantic future dates for the lovely couple. Ram patted Bheem’s hand, then squeezed it. “Proud of you, Bheem. I knew you two would make a great couple. Even with the language barrier, you’re making things work. How great is that?”

“All thanks to my best friend,” Bheem said, placing his other hand on top of Ram’s. “And your magic touch, right? She couldn’t keep her hands off my hair. Like it was the softest she’d ever felt.”

Ram leaned back and chuckled at the reference to him giving Bheem a makeover. He was happy he’d helped him leave such a positive impression on the woman.

“Well, now you’re just making me jealous,” Ram joked, making Bheem laugh. It made him feel good to hear that she’d liked his hair. Ram had paid extra attention to it, knowing women, in his experience, loved a man with nice hair. And Bheem’s hair was lovely. Just like…well, him. The familiar sting of embarrassment struck him as he remembered complimenting Bheem’s eyes. He’d never said such a thing to another man. It felt oddly intrusive, like he’d admitted to noticing subtleties about his friend that he shouldn’t. Sheesh… The things he endured for Bheem…

“Someone’s lost in thought,” Bheem said, leaning back, looking amused. Ram hadn’t known he’d been watching him so closely. Sometimes he felt their bond was so deep that they could almost read one another’s thoughts. Thankfully, that wasn’t actually true, but at times like this, he almost wondered if it was.

“Just thinking about what a great guy you are,” Ram admitted. He’d intended to make it sound like he was half-joking, but it came out sounding dead serious. God, if he got anymore emotional, he might actually tell him he loved him…

“Shut uuuuuup…” Bheem looked embarrassed.

It wasn’t just because of the gravity of all that Bheem had forgiven him for. It was also because of who he was as a person. Gentle, quiet, peaceful, strong…he was all of this and more.

But most of all, he was mature. His maturity made him so admirable. If only more people were like him, Ram often thought. Then again, if they were, Bheem wouldn’t be as special.

“Sorry,” Ram said, grinning in such a way that he knew said he wasn’t sorry at all. Bheem simply rolled his eyes, accepting his awkwardness like the good friend he was.

They sat together and chatted for a while longer, simply talking about the women in their lives and more mundane things. Ram knew this was the nicest birthday experience he’d ever had, even if it wasn’t his own being celebrated. He realized he didn’t need to record it in a journal in order to treasure the memory. The memory itself was all he needed to feel content. After all, he was always building new ones with his best friend.

And as for the fish bracelet? He wasn’t going to throw it away. Maybe someday he’d give it to Bheem after all.

When the time felt right.