#Telangana people

[nikesh-me]

Telangana Martyrs Day 2023: Highlights of The Proud Moment

Telangana women, in a cultural attire with Bonalu, walk by the new Telangana Secretariat after a cultural show on account of the Martyr’s Memorial Installation Event on June 23, 2023 #Snap1 : Capture from Special Drone Show, touted as one of the largest, on account of the Martyr’s Memorial Installation Event on June 23, 2023 #Snap2 : Capture from Special Drone Show, touted as one of the…

[asiaphotostudio]

India, 1990 Hyderabad, Telangana, India. インド テランガーナ州 ハイデラバード Photography by Michitaka Kurata

[arjuna-vallabha]

Priest in front of an altar of Vishnu near Hyderabad, Telangana

[fulltravelerwombat]

[telugutimesdigimedia]

Don't ignore if you talk to cause damage to the party.. Revanth Reddy warning!

Telangana chief Revanth Reddy gave a warning to all the Congress party. It has been concluded that there is no excuse for violating party rules. Anyone who spoke to harm the party was warned that action would be taken. He also made it clear that all those who are irresponsible and not working in party programs will be exempted from their responsibilities. It has been revealed that these responsibilities will be handed over to new people in their place.

[purumallasrinivasyuvasena]

ప్రజల కోసమే నేను ఉన్నది.. అంటూ.. ముందుకు వెల్తున్న ప్రజా నాయకుడు మన.. నాయకుడు పురుమల్ల శ్రీనన్న బొమ్మకల్ సర్పంచ్

[calochortus]

India- Telangana- near Warangal by Donatella Venturi

[the-aspec-country]

I exist now!

hi Tumblr! I am the Aspec Country! I don't know how else to introduce myself so I'll just tag some people

(sorry if I double tag you)

@aro-sp-ace-force @big-fucking-sagittarius-astar @bisexual-navy @canadian-hellbird @france-unofficial

@gimmickverse-weekly @god-of-death-official @gimmick-swag @genderfluid-marine-corp @i-say-bean

@i-am-the-milky-way-galaxy @its-target-official @libra-the-scales-offical @literally-leo @literally-luxembourg

@might-be-capricorn @moongate-keepers-official @non-tyrannical-usa @official-god-of-order @officially-new-zealand

@official-draco-constellation @officially-capricorn @the-missiles-guy @totally-neptune-official @totally-oregon

@totally-ikea @ursa-minor-probably @ursa-major-actually @walmart-the-official

@youraveragemagicalthief@yahooo-official @duothelingo @i-say-bean @corvus-the-constellation

@and-cassiopeia @officially-taurus @the-official-god-of-chaos @the-real-illinois @the-principality-of-sealand

@the-red-planet-mars @its-target-official @guatemala-official @the-gimmick-authority @thestateoflouisiana

@amul-unofficial @official-the-united-states @official-denmark @denmark-forreal @denmark-official

@denmarklandia-official @actually-danish-denmark @official-hongkong @official-ireland @definitelytherepublicofireland

@actually-literally-ireland @forever-scotland @totally-france @france-unofficial @russia-totallyofficial

@germany-official @totally-germany @genuinely-germany @definitely-britain

@definitely-canada @official-new-zealand @india-official @yugoslavia-official @wales-official

@the-offical-roman-empire @the-official-italy @guatemala-official @totally-italy @the-principality-of-sealand

@definitely-brasil @holy-roman-empire-revived @spain-unofficial @very-real-australia @antiquitian-empire

@literally-luxembourg @100-percent-real-official-malta @totally-japan @therealrepublicofkorea @pakistan-official

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@sweden-official @non-tyrannical-usa @the-entire-country-of-sweden @greenland-offical @the-state-of-michigan

@state-of-0hio-official @cape-breton-island-itself @state-of-florida-official @state-of-connecticut-official @the-us-navy-offical

@the-us-navy @the-real-illinois @the-state-of-georgia-official @mhm-wisconsin @rejasthanofficial

@stateofuttarpradeshindiaofficial @the-only-ontario @actually-alberta @newjersey-official @new-york-for-real

@definitely-indiana @the-province-of-nova-scotia-real @femboy-state-of-florida-official @the-republic-of-texas

@new-hampshire-real @unofficial-illinois @newhampshireofficial @saskatchewan-real @quebec-official

@texas-real @rhode-island-real @we-are-not-the-feds @totally-texas @telangana-official

@sovereign-state-of-alaska @tamil-nadu-official @west-bengal-official @this-is-goa @totally-oregon

@buffalony-official @maharashtra-official @kolkatabbg @gujarat-official @axom-miss

@karnatakaofficial @canadian-tire-real @tamilnadu-official @bihar-official @mumbai-official

@communist-usa-real @officially-gay-va @definitely-north-america @antarcitica-official @official-the-pacific-ocean

@the-real-atlantic-ocean @bangladesh-official @hyderabad-unofficial @delhi-the-capital @the-lovely-planet-earth

@totally-italy @france-unofficial @totally-france @the-official-italy @the-wonderful-jupiter

@speckled-callisto @deimos-moon-of-terror @moon-of-fear-phobos @decafcatfeen @the-real-eris

@the-real-illinois @the-official-goose-god @india-official @pakistan-official @asteroid-belt-resident-ceres

@genuinely-germany @antiquitian-empire @actually-mtn-dew @spain-unofficial @definitely-brasil

@definitely-britain @definitely-canada @very-real-australia @zoozve-official @the-province-of-nova-scotia-real

@the-problemo @unusuallyy @concrete-the-cat @official-denmark @official-hongkong

@official-planet-pluto @truly-pluto @truly-the-sun @its-target-official @i-am-poland

@ruhrpott-i-guess @non-tyrannical-usa @the-gimmick-authority @realsafari @official-new-zealand

@google-news-official @guatemala-official @forever-scotland @definitely-waste-management

[mapsontheweb]

How India’s capital cities got their names?

Capital cities are centers of administrative and economic significance and often serve as the seat of the government. In India, with so many States and Union Territories, we have as many state capitals. Indian State Capitals derive their name from one of five places. The most common being names of Gods and Goddesses, followed by names on Man-made structures and Notable People. Some Capital cities also derive their name from the physical environment around them. While three states, Telangana, Karnataka and Goa have their capital cities named after certain attributes and qualities of that city. With Hyderabad denoting the bravery of the people, like that of a 'Lion'. Bengaluru being strong and resilient and hence being called 'The City of Guards' and Panaji being 'The Land that does not flood'. The name of the capital city also inadvertently points to the culture of the region and the state, and what the culture deems important. It displays the beautiful cultural potpourri that India has.

by the.indian.balcony

[timetravellingkitty]

South indian states battle. Who will win.

I think we should let the people speak nonnie

Propaganda accepted 👍

[shehzadi]

more accounts of hindutva terrorism in india in the last 2 days:

beat a muslim youth and paraded him naked in telangana

razed another 40 muslim-owned shops in mumbai after previously razing 15 other muslim-owned shops on a different street in mumbai the day before

vandalised the store of an elderly muslim man in mumbai

brutally attacked the imam of a mosque in chattisgarh while chanting ‘jai shree ram’ and ‘hindustan mein rahna hoga jai shree ram kahna hoga’ (translates to ‘if you want to live in india, you will have to say glory to lord ram’)

attacked a 17-year-old dalit student because of his whatsapp status and forced him to chant ‘jai shree ram’ (translates to ‘glory/victory to lord ram’) in karnataka

beat up a christian couple for allegedly forcing people to convert in karnataka

police have also made a case against 62-year-old muhammad salim for ‘inciting riot’ because he protested alone during the live broadcast of ram mandir in kerala

and on top of all that (and these are only the recorded/reported crimes i could find), expect indian news channels and hindu nationalists to begin pedalling the ‘there was a temple there centuries ago before!!!!’ narrative again so they can repeat the babri masjid demolition with gyanvapi masjid, also in uttar pradesh because today (25.01.24) the archaeological survey of india (ASI) found ‘evidence’ of a pre-existing hindu temple. how interesting and not at all coincidental with the fact that elections are looming ahead and ram mandir was just inaugurated!!!

[mahi-wayy]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐓? | ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ sʜᴇᴋʜᴀʀ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : Daniel Shekhar x Fem!Oc

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ : Bheemla Nayak

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ : 2.08k

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs : Danny and his lack of patience, him being annoyed, women being MOTHERS, humiliation, ego war, strangling, tiny bit of violence, cursing, a almost (?) cat fight.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 men start a quarrle, women announce a war.

ᴀ/ɴ : the writer in me isn't dead just yet :) also this is not proofread.

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Daniel Shekhar was pissed off. It was god knows what hour of the night and here he was sitting on a bench of a police station of a village because he retaliated against his own disrespect.

The mere auras of the people around him was infuriatingly familiar, just the way they looked at him made him hundred percent sure he was being analysed.

How strong is he? Can he overpower most of them? Can he beat their SI in an out and out tussle? What gave him this attitude? Who does he think he is? He is no better than a small bandit or outlaw.

Yeah they weren't as subtle with the looks and thoughts as they thought. He grew up with a father whose only job was to either provoke him to do something or berate him or take out his anger on him, he knew better than anyone to read people.

That doesn't mean however that he is okay with this whole bullshit. He was swinging the whole bench back and forth, it wasn't that heavy anyways, he was sure even she could bench press it.

He stops when his phone rings and of course he is denied to have it, why did he even try, choosing to simply scoff and turn his head away as the police lose their mind over his contact list.

He is a little surprised she hasn't called him yet, they talked in the afternoon and she isn't the kind to not call and give him an earful for not calling or texting or ask Balaji to let her know about them especially when he is supposed to be travelling.

As if God heard him, his phone rang again.

“Ragini Nair?”

Think of the pretty devil, he relishes in the way the mere mention of her name seems to weigh down the whole room. God he loved her.

“Don't worry about that, that's my wife.”

He wants to laugh with the way the man in front of him reacts, eyes widening ever so slowly in realisation. He wonders if few of them would faint if his father was mentioned, maybe? he wasn't all that sure.

He decides to indulge in thinking of her as the people around him slowly realise just who they have disrespected.

Ragini Nair, currently his wife of two years and the second in line to take over his father's place in his party, no matter how much the old man didn't like it.

The reason for the sudden silence was probably because she was one of the most influential people in all of Telangana.

He remembers meeting her for the first time and almost chuckles out loud, he was home during a break from his duty when his father introduced him to her as his future secretary when he takes over the politics, yeah that was not happening anyways.

She was fascinating, the daughter of a former IG of the state and an ex-officer herself , she was just unlucky enough to suffer a shoulder injury which made her quit just after three years of service.

Falling for her wasn't that hard, he didn't even realise when he started loving her. She wrote to him or called him from time to time when he was on duty leading them to grow close. His father too wasn't against them, she brought a political strength and quite some influential connections with her.

They got married a year before he decided to stay home full time. The house needed a man, as his father said and he needed his love.

She was an interesting human to everyone, quiet most of the time but wasn't afraid to speak out when needed, had more smarts than the people present in a room at a given moment and an insanely good political mind.

The drawback in her according to many people and his father was the anger, her temper rivalled his own if not worse than his. She was impulsive and unpredictable for that time period going as far as having a violent streak in her just like he did.

In all she was not invented here, even by him because the riot she would cause, as entertaining as it would be, would be a bigger mess to clean up and he was in no mood for a lecture or taunts from his father.

His thoughts break when the SI walks out of station, calling someone and from what he hears most probably a senior. He really wants to snicker as he hears him talk about the contacts in his phone.

“Give him and his driver their phone back.”

He raises a brow taking his phone before speaking to the same constable the SI-Bheemla Nayak-spoke too.

“Don't give him his back, he will just call people and cause unnecessary drama for you all.”

“Sir, come and sit inside the cabin please.”

“Huh?”

He heard Nayak just fine. He was just petty.

“Please.” The police officer greeted and he agreed, standing up to his full height, towering over most of the people in the room as he followed the man in charge into his cabin.

The conversation that followed pissed him off more, what the fuck does he mean he would be in jail for ten days. He has to be home by tomorrow evening for his anniversary at any cost.

They quarrel again of course, with the kind of personalities they had it wasn't surprising neither was the gun he pulled out.

“Ok. Sit down, let's talk this out. Please.”

When he says that it wasn't out of fear of the weapon he means it, he has seen her use her toys like this before and he was in the army. They were pretty much normal stuff but what rattled him was the guts Nayak had.

He might have to take another route for this one.

For minutes he just thinks as the officer passes him his phone to call the lawyer. He has messages from her, expected enough.

It takes him a few minutes but he does get an idea, thanks to his alcoholic streak and the slow thumping headache he is able to act convincingly in pain for Nayak to open a bottle of sealed alcohol which of course he shoots on his phone.

He was sipping the drink, relishing in himself before a commotion was heard from outside. Like women arguing and he curses, why does no one listen to him here.

Bheemla and him both step out of the cabin together and he recognizes her at first glance. She was standing with her back to him, hair in a messy bun, dressed in a saree. Her bangle clad hand twisting the hand of a constable behind his back, the same man who stepped on his veshit.

Oh well, fuck around and find out he guess.

“You can't touch a hair on me according to the law so keep this hand to yourself.” She growls before pushing the constable away and turning to them.

A natural smile falls on his lips, his muscles loosening as she looks at him.

“You should've called me the moment you got your phone back.” She said.

“Well I know Balaji is a snitch.”

He replied, making her roll her eyes before she turned her glare to the man standing a foot in front of him, walking forward until she was face-to-face with the SI incharge.

“Arresting someone doesn't give you the right to rip apart their respect. If you can't keep your constables in check then take this uniform and burn it.” She says and he can sense the people tensing around him.

The SI glares past her to the constable before he nods his head.

“Right, my fault in that but your husband started hitting officers and he was carrying liquor. It's not a bailable crime. He was to take the sentence.”

“Whoever asked you about the bail and if I snatch a pillow from under your head and throw you on the ground then we will see who you hit and who you respect.”

There was a silence as either of the parties refused to back out, in the end Nayak backed away, turning on his heels and going back into the cabin. Danny moves to the side to give him space, a mock gesture before he looks up and his eyes meet with his wife who clearly knew that he has something up his sleeve.

–

A ten day fast was a little more than what he signed up for but oh well he was petty little shit and he would rather die than give up.

The first person he noticed after stepping out was the woman sitting in the passenger seat of the car, dressed if she was coming directly from a meeting with some news channel or something and he widened in realisation as a devilish grin spread on his lips.

“So how's the breaking news headlines?” He asks as he gets in the car.

“Like someone gave out a video of Nayak's doom.” She said with a matching smirk as they drove off. God he loved her so much.

—

“Even I'm sad you're getting suspended lady but kings at war often cause collateral damage.” He spoke and genuinely that was exactly what that lady constable was, a collateral damage. He had no personal grudge with her, in fact she was probably the only one he was neutral about in that police station.

The shirt-pant clad female sitting on the bonnet, which he was standing on by the way, of his car with legs crossed didn't seem to think anything about the constable. Well until the said officer spat in his direction.

Bad move.

“Ayeee!”

He has to act fast and grab Ragini, pulling her making her claw-like hand stop just a inch away from the female constable's neck.

“Hey!! What are you looking to get going before she kills her!” He says to the constable who tugs away the lady officer.

“Why on the ground? Spit on his face.”

This time she slipped away and he turned his face away for a second as she kicked the man in the guts before grabbing him by his neck and choking him.

“What did you just say?” She growls and before he can think of anything another feminine voice speaks up.

“He said your husband deserves to be spat at.”

His jaw sets in place as he and she both turn to the source of sound to find Nayak's wife-Sugna was standing there with her hands crossed over her chest.

Danny rolls his eyes leaning back against the roof of the car as Ragini lets the man go and steps towards the woman in the saree.

“And you would be?”

“Sugna.”

Wow this is about to get so messy.

The ladies engage in a glare contest as he watches that was until Nayak stepped out and that made him straighten up. Jumping down from the bonnet to go stand beside his wife just like the officer did.

Look, they were so immersed in this that neither of them noticed a rock thrown his way which was thankfully caught by the police officer.

While he was still processing the man saving him, Ragini acted much faster, snatching the rock from the SI herself and hurling it back at the boy who threw it his way.

It almost hits the young man if not for the people around him pulling him away.

“Hey!!”

Ragini stumbles a bit as Sugna turns her around with a jerk to slap her only for his woman to grab her hand and twist it down. The ex officer goes to hit the officer's wife but the woman grabs her hand.

“Let her go.” He raises his brow as Nayak keeps a hand on his wife's shoulder.

“Let go darling, you'll end up hurting her.”

He says pressing a hand to his love's lower back, the women both stubborn than their male counterparts stay locked for a solid minute more before they let each other go.

She grabs his hand, Sugna hands Nayak the keys, both the women still locked in a heated stare before they tug their men and turn in opposite directions.

“Danny…”

“Nayak…”

“It's an all out war.”

“The battle is done, it's time for war.”

The heated gazes of the ladies find each other again as Ragini opens the passenger door and Sugna climbs on the back behind her husband.

“Don't you dare loose.”

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tags : @mayakimayahai @warnermeadowsgirl @vijayasena @voidsteffy @jkdaddy01 @rambheem-is-real @allari-ammayi @mellaga-karagani @ulaganayagi @ahamasmiyodhah @toomanyfanficsbruh

[hindulivesmatter]

"modi is using it to appease votebanks" bitch when hasn't religion or basically anything was ever used to appease votebanks?

The unconstitutional, Waqf Act? Lol.

“give me vote I'll get ₹1000 to every woman's account” - AAP, Punjab

“give us vote we'll ban cow slaughter” - congress. Then proceeded to copy Jalianwallah Bagh massacre and massacred every pandit that were heading towards parliament to ask for what they were promised.

“Give us vote we'll make buses free” (while state is at major debt lol) - Telangana

I would call BJP stupid if they didn't use this. Congress got 21 lawyers to fight against the ram mandir case. How is that not appeasement?

Congress filed affidavit that Rama is just a myth and entire sanatan is mythical. How is that not interfering with religion? Who the fuck asked congress with their IQ of my little brothers shoes their opinion on my prabhu?

Recently Arvind Kejriwal was caught in corruption, he gave 101 crores I think, that's 1.01 BILLION rupees to Waqf Board how is that not appeasement?

Why are you guys acting so naive???? That's a POLITICAL PARTY they want voters lol and we'd rather prefer them than those who would give our tax money to the godforsaken waqf board.

Continuation of previous anon.

Fuck congress <3

Anon these people don't WANT to change their minds. They're comfortable with their hatred as they are.

[lunar-serpentinite]

Lily Evans Potter

Matriarch of House Potter

Faceclaim: Sobhita Dhulipala

Lily Jayalalita Evans Potter, formerly known as Lily Jessamine Evans and famously as Voldemort's Vanquisher, is the Matriarch of the Potter family, the Lady of Nagaraja Hall, and Senior Unspeakable of the British Department of Mysteries' Brain Room. She is the wife of James Potter and Regulus Potter, and the mother of Harry Potter and Madhuri Potter.

More information below the cut

What's in a Name?

Jayalalita जयाललितायै

— Lily's birth name that she reclaimed after she reunited with her Telugu family

जया Jaya – victory, one of the 108 names of the Hindu goddess Durga

ललितायै Lalita – She Who is Pleasant, Charming, Desirable, one of the 108 names of the Hindu goddess Durga

An Ode to Growing Up "Other"...

Lily knew she was different long before Severus told her about her Magic. She didn't look like her parents nor her older sister Petunia. Mr. and Mrs. Evans had adopted her from a family in India out of the goodness of their hearts. However, they went into it thinking all they needed to do was love and care for Lily enough in order to make up for their inability to keep her connected to her heritage.

There is something to be said about growing up and trying your best to fit in anywhere but every time you find a way to be more comfortable with one facet of your identity, you become ostracised with another facet. You could never be everything at once in the eyes of society. You have to be one, or the other. And even then, you will never be enough.

When Lily met Severus and was introduced to the world of Magic, it had cost her Petunia who couldn't follow her and who decided to cope with the loss of Lily through hatred. And when Lily grew closer to James and Sharanya and her Telugu identity, Severus coped with the change in a manner that was simply too reminiscent of Petunia.

...And Finding Your Way Home

Lily's transition from childhood to adolescence was marked by two major losses and one big reconnection. Her first experience with people who actually looked like her happened when she was first Sorted into Gryffindor. In her new House, she met James Potter, who laughed at Severus' appearance and poverty but offered to teach her about her culture in the same breath.

While James Potter introduced her to the broader Indian culture, C. Sharanya of Ravenclaw and her future best friend made her aware of the diversity of the Indian subcontinent. James' Tamil culture was different from her Kannadiga culture, as was Paresh Patil's Marathi culture. From there, Lily wanted to discover her own.

In the midst of her studies and crumbling relationships with Petunia and Severus, Lily slowly reconnected with her own Indian identity. And then one day James Potter approached her again. This time not with another plead for a date, but a name and an address.

"You can meet your birth family this summer, if you want. I can take you. Or pay for the trip. Or something." "You know this wouldn't make me say yes to you, right?" "I didn't do this for brownie points, my dear Lily. I did this because I wanted to help you." "Oh."

She was Telugu. She had biological, living family in Telangana, the land where she was born.

They had given her the name Jayalalita (victory, desirable. They loved and wanted her.). They wanted to meet her.

It felt like coming home at last.

Collected Miscellany

Little bits of extra information/headcanons for her. This section will be updated from time to time.

Was adopted as a baby by the Evans family, a white British couple who lived in Cokeworth, England

Her biological family, who are all mundane, hails from Telangana. Her parents died when she was a baby and her relatives could not afford to take care of her so they were forced to put her up for adoption

Struggled to connect with her peers as a child due to being the only POC in the area and, later on, being Magical

Severus Snape was her first friend

Completely cut contact with him when he insulted her Muggleborn and Indian identities during an argument between the two of them

Prior to this, Lily had attempted to rein in James and his friends’ bullying and reconcile both sides since she considered them both her friends and she didn’t want to see them hurting each other

James did eventually mellow out, but Snape on the other hand chose to stew in bitterness. He saw her friendship with James as a great betrayal, insisting that Lily didn’t need James since she had Sharanya to teach her about Indian culture instead

Another factor that added to the strain in their relationship was Snape adopting bigoted views and ideas. Snape insisted she wasn’t “one of the bad ones”. 

Her alma mater is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where she was Sorted into Gryffindor

She was made Head Girl in her seventh year, with James as Head Boy

James was her first actual connection to her culture. Though she disliked him at first, James was able to get on friendlier terms with her when he realised Lily was disconnected from her Indian identity and offered to help her reconnect

Fell for James for real when he spent several summers relentlessly tracking down her birth family for her and his efforts bore fruit on their sixth year. James brought Lily with him to Telangana so she can meet them at last 

Lily possesses prodigious skills in Potions, Charms and Transfiguration. Out of the three, she chose to pursue a Charms Mastery.

In addition to her position as the Potter family Matriarch, Lily is also an Unspeakable in the Brain Room of the Department of Mysteries 

Fluent in Tamil and Telugu, conversational in Sanskrit, Middle Tamil, and Classical Sanskrit

Considered sending Harry and Madhu to Tamil Nadu for their education but ultimately decided to let them attend Hogwarts since the children wanted to

Befriended Andromeda Black and Narcissa Black through Sirius and Regulus

Befriended Alice Fawley and C.(Chirayu) Sharanya (Patil twins’ mother) in Hogwarts

Befriended Pandora Lovegood (nee Malfoy) at work as an Unspeakable

More information on the Descendants of Nandhini / the Potters Back to the family directory of this AU

Please feel 100% free to drop some comments in the reblogs, replies, my askbox etc. ! 🥰🫶

[fangirlshrewt97]

Grumpy Cat Attitude

Ok, I have no idea what I am writing anymore, just thankful to be writing at all. So it has been a while since I wrote Dhruya, but this story came to me, and I decided to commit it to paper. I might be a bit rusty though...

Hope you like it!

Triggers: There is one character who tries to be homophobic towards Dhruva. It’s only one explicit sentence though. 

Inspired by this lovely doodle from our one and only @burningsheepcrown​:

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Dhruva leaned against the porch railing, staring stonily at the ocean. He hated parties. He hated the schmoozing and the bootlicking and ass-kissing that always took place at these. He especially hated all the stuck up cops who thought too highly of themselves. He was so angry at Daya for forcing him to dress up and go to the thing.

He ground his teeth. He could blame as many others as he wanted for the situation, but at the end of the day he was most angry at himself. Why couldn’t he have just opened his mouth?

Dhruva clenched his jaw hard enough to feel the vein in his forehead throb. He dug his fingers into the wood of the railing, half convinced he would leave dents behind.

The sound of the back door sliding open made his grip tighten enough to turn his knuckles white.

"There you are Bangaram. Everyone was asking about you at the party." Daya said from behind him. His voice didn't move closer. Dhruva didn't need to turn to know he'd probably be leaning against the door, cocky as usual.

Dhruva's frown deepened as he stared even more determinedly at the ocean. The sun was almost below the horizon, and the sky was more black than colorful, except for the lights of the marina he could see distantly.

He heard Daya sigh dramatically and start to walk forward, so he braced himself, feeling as every muscle locked in. He was sure his body would punish him for this later.

Still, he couldn’t help the way his muscles loosened just a bit when Daya wrapped his arms Dhruva's arms, embracing him in a bear hug from behind.

Even if he was angry, he knew Daya was only trying his best. This was not his fault.

He was not the enemy. Dhruva just couldn’t bring himself to face him either way.

Daya ran a hand through Dhruva’s neat curls before bringing it to rest against his shoulder.

"Dhruva." Daya cooed as he kept trying to at least nuzzle into the man's neck. "Are you still mad about what happened? You're overreacting, it wasn't a big deal!"

Dhruva's anger boiled over. "Wasn't a big deal?!"

He spun around hard enough to dislodge Daya and send his stumbling back a couple steps. The man had the audacity to look amused by Dhruva's anger, as though he was witnessing a kid's tantrum.

"Daya, I just got humiliated in front of all the superior police officers in the state!"

Daya cocked an eyebrow. "Dhruva, firstly, the girl was plastered and had her sights on you from the moment we entered the party. You were perfectly polite the first three times you told her you were not interested. She should have backed off, and in fact was very sorry for how she behaved once she sobered up. Secondly, Ishaan is a worse dickhead than I ever was. He is only so high up the ranks because his dad is so close to the chief minister. Everyone knows this, so don't mind what he says, it's all bullshit anyways."

Dhruva's shoulders dropped slightly as he looked away, the anger slowly giving way to hurt. "It was humiliating."

///

Daya had been dragged away as soon as he had entered the party with Dhruva, a few of his classmates from the academy eager to talk to the newly turned around and improved man who had achieved incredible things in this last year.

Dhruva had watched him go with a smile, happy that people were starting to recognize that despite his laissez-faire attitude and abrasive personality, Daya was a good guy who had just been taught the wrong things and was now trying to correct himself. Having recently moved to Andra Pradesh from Telangana, he did not know any of the people here beyond recognizing their faces on a professional level. 

Feeling some of his anxiety starting to crowd in, Dhruva walked to the bar to get a drink, swallowing half of it in one go, wincing as it burned on the way down. The alcohol must have been stronger than he thought though because the rest of the party was a bit of a blur. 

He stuck close to the bar when Daya made no reappearance, drinking more than his usual. He clapped along with all the others when a few people made their speeches, and he knew he should be paying attention, but the crowds were just getting bigger, and he really wanted to be back home. 

Where had Daya disappeared?

At some point, a beautiful girl came and sat next to him, looking similarly intoxicated. She had been flirting with him but he couldn't recollect what exactly had been said. He remembered trying to be polite in telling her he was already in a relationship, but she'd been persistent. He remembered a lot of people looking at him as she got more vocal about her requests for him to dance with her.

Right up until ASP Ishaan had intervened and loudly proclaimed to the girl that she should dance with him instead as he was a real man. About how Dhruva preferred to play the girl’s role in bed.

Dhruva had felt paralyzed, rooted to the ground with the weight of everyone at the party. His vision narrowed until all he could see was that smirk daring him to say something. The man even took a few steps towards him, throwing another taunt his way that was muffled by the ringing in his ear. 

Except before he could actually reach Dhruva, Daya had smoothly stepped between them and insulted him. Something bad enough to have the man turn red. Ishaan had raised his fist like he was going to throw a punch, and Daya had firmly planted himself, ready for the fight. Fortunately Ishaan's friends to drag him away.

Dhruva did hear Ishaan's last words though. "Clearly Dhruva garu has become too much of a bitch to stand up for himself. If you ever get tired of him, send him this way Daya, I'm sure I can find some friends who'd love a turn with him."

Other officers had stopped Daya from lunging at the man. Dhruva himself had remained frozen till Daya's concerned gaze met his own. Dhruva had turned and fled back home.

///

Daya took a step closer, and when Dhruva didn't stop him, stepped into his personal space, half pinning him against the railing. He leaned in to nuzzle at Dhruva's cheek. It felt hot with the blush of embarrassment.

"For him. Not you. He was the one who should feel humiliated. I promise he was the one who came off as the asshole."

Dhruva placed both his hands on Daya's shoulders, trying to shove him back but Daya refused to sway an inch.

"Dhruva, look at me." Daya asked, serious for the first time since he came to the back porch.

Dhruva refused to meet his gaze. Daya placed a hand against Dhruva's jaw, rubbing his thumb against the stubble there before gently pulling his face towards him.

He sighed when he saw the tears Dhruva was hiding back. He leaned forward and kissed his eyelids, slipping one arm around his waist as Dhruva fell against him, trembling slightly. "Oh Bangaram, no one thinks less of you."

"They were all there Daya!" Dhruva bit back as he clenched at Daya's dress shirt. "Every supervisor. They all heard what he said. They all saw how I couldn't even stand up to him. How I needed you to defend me. He's not wrong!"

Daya leaned back enough to force Dhruva to meet his gaze again. "Are you ashamed of us?"

Dhruva blinked back the tears. "What?"

In a neutral tone, Daya repeated the question.

Dhruva shook his head forcefully. "Of course not."

"Are you ashamed of me?"

"Daya!"

"Are you ashamed of yourself?"

Dhruva bit his lip and looked down at Daya's chest. "I should have stood up to him. Said something."

"Bangaram, every person in that room, if they have even half a braincell knows you're the most competent police officer in the state. You're smart and focused and you always do right by the public. Ishaan? He's jealous of you, because he knows how much the superiors respect you. And because he knows no matter how much he tries or how much money he throws around, he will never earn their respect or admiration."

"But-" Dhruva tried to interrupt, only to have Daya talk over him.

"And what you didn't see because you left was Ishaan's father had also been at the party. A man who despite all the people who wanted to speak to him still found his way to me to apologize. Because he couldn't find you to do it directly to. He wasn’t the only one either. Plenty of other people, including the drunk girl told me to pass on their apologies and not to heed that guy’s words."

"He… they did?"

Daya smiled softly and bonked his forehead against Dhruva's. "You are incredible Dhruva. And I know you are more than capable of taking care of yourself, but please don't ask me to stand by as someone insults you. Just like I know you would not have had our situations been reversed."

Dhruva's eyes still showed lingering hurt, but at least the tears had dried up. Daya pressed two kisses to either corner of his eye.

"Thank you." Dhruva said.

Daya tilted his head. "For what?"

"Defending me."

Daya squeezed his hip. "That's one thing you never have to thank me for."

Dhruva narrowed his eyes at him. "But?"

Daya grinned idiotically. "The fact I bought you butterscotch ice cream on the other hand? I think I deserve to be thoroughly thanked for that. And for putting up with your Grumpy Cat attitude."

"My...what?" Dhruva asked, clearly confused.

"Grumpy Cat! The meme cat? On the internet?" Daya prompted only to still be faced with a blank look. "Ugh, you are such an old guy sometimes."

Dhruva pinched him on the side, making Daya yelp. "I'm 5 years younger than you."

"All the more tragic." Daya muttered as he retrieved his phone from his back pocket and typed something in it before shoving it in Dhruva's face. "See? Grumpy Cat!"

Dhruva snatched the phone and held it far enough away he could actually see the screen. There was a photo of a white cat with dark patches of fur staring at the camera with an undeniably grumpy expression. Daya poked at Dhruva's cheek. "See, you both have the same expression."

Dhruva shoved the phone back to Daya, remarking in a deadpan tone. "If I'm a grumpy cat, you're the energetic golden retriever who's bouncing around oblivious to the fact he's going to the vet to be neutered."

Daya laughed and pulled Dhruva closer, nuzzling at him. Dhruva refused to give in. Daya switched tactics and ran a light hand against Dhruva's side until Dhruva giggled.

"Yes! I win!" Daya said as he jumped back with both hands extended upward.

Dhruva bit his lip as he folded his arms across his chest. "Win at what? Against who?"

Daya winked at him. "Your grumpiness. Got you to smile!"

He said it so earnestly, Dhruva snorted. "Suppose you did."

"Well?" Daya asked, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. Or that's what he thought. It just looked ridiculous.

"Well what?" Dhruva asked innocently.

Daya lowered his arms, pouting slightly. "Don't I deserve a prize? For winning?"

Dhruva dug his fingernails into his elbow to keep from giggling, managing to ask in a straight face. "What prize do you want?"

"One...no two! Two kisses!"

Dhruva's mask cracked and he giggled as he pulled his ridiculous boyfriend back into his arms, throwing them over those broad shoulders as he kissed Daya's lips. He felt Daya properly cage him in, even working a thigh between his legs.

A minute...or an hour later, the pair pulled apart, both flushed red with swollen lips and heaving chests. They didn't go too far though, resting their foreheads against each other's.

"Daya?"

"Hmm?" Daya hummed, grin going smug.

"Did you really get butterscotch ice cream?"

Daya's smile fell. "...I thought you were going to say you loved me."

"Answer my question and maybe I will." Dhruva replied cheekily.

Daya made an affronted noise and pinched him. "You!"

Dhruva looked at him mirthfully and pinched him back, the two of them devolving into a pinching game that ended with Dhruva pinning Daya against the porch door. "Now I win. Ice cream?"

"Freezer. " Daya answered grumpily.

"Thank you." Dhruva said in a sing song voice as he stepped back.

Daya opened his mouth to reply, onto to have Dhruva kiss him again. Daya was staring at him with stunned eyes when Dhruva winked at him. "I do love you so much."

Then he was gone, hips swaying as he made his way to the kitchen. Daya sagged against the door, feeling as his smile slowly grew wide enough to split his face. Hell yes! He was totally winning this Boyfriend game!

Daya whopped loudly, once, before going into to find his ice cream hoarding partner. If left to his own devices the man could swallow an entire tub by himself in the space of an hour. It was as gross as it was captivating to watch.

“Wait! Save some for me!”

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