#babai rrr

[fangirlshrewt97]

*Ram laying face down on the ground while Bheem sits next to him*

Babai: …what happened to him?

Bheem: Oh, he told me he loved me. And then I got excited and said it back straight away. Even though we’d agreed I’d wait for a least a hour for him to process first.

Jenny: Huh?

Sita: Too many positive emotions makes Ram go bye-bye. He’ll be fine. He just needs a minute… I think.

[enigma-the-mysterious]

When Bheem says that he will happily die with the memory of Ram's friendship and when Ram says that he will happily die to save Bheem

STOP DYING FOR EACH OTHER AND START LIVING FOR EACH OTHER YOU IDIOTS!!!!

[milla984]

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Chapters: 3/? 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?

[mahi-wayy]

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐀 | ᴀ. ʀᴀᴍᴀ ʀᴀᴊᴜ

ᴘᴀɪʀɴɪɴɢ : A. Rama Raju x Fem!Oc

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ : RRR

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ : 2.4k

���ᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs : ssr levels of angst, strained relationship, arguments, ram being a emotional mess but still trying his best like always.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ram tries his best but still fails to keep a promise.

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

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Alluri Sitarama Raju was a busy man, an extremely complicated, dedicated and smart one too. 

He was a man of his word, a great son, an extraordinary officer, exceptionally intelligent, a great strategist, a great on field leader etc. etc. but what most people and very sadly he himself forgets often is that he was a husband too.

Married to his childhood friend and the only other person who knew about his past, other than Babai of course, Vadehi. 

Their tale was an interesting one; he first met Vadehi, he was barely twelve. He had accompanied Babai, who found him sitting by his mother's corpse motionless, to Delhi to live with him and fulfil his father's mission.

He was weird in people's eyes, a twelve year old who neither laughs nor plays with other boys, never smiles and is always studying, without a break. He attracted some really good amount of attention his way for the first few months. 

It was around the fifth month when he first met her, if asked Ram can still recollect the evening like it was yesterday, he was outside the house, waiting for Babai to get off his duty. 

Sitting on the steps with his legs pulled up and a book in hand, he really was not feeling interacting with anyone, like usual. That was when a ball hit his book knocking it off from his hands, he gave the young boys playing around a look, who apologised and he kicked the ball back.

Not even ten minutes back to reading, the ball hit his book again, he glares at them this time and kicks the ball back harder than before.

The third time he caught them in his peripheral, purposely setting up to hit the ball at him once again and this time he was going to hit back. He pretended to not notice one of the boys taking aim at him, his head to be specific, but the impact never came.

He looked up to check only to find the most interesting sight, all five of the boys were sitting on their knees and apologising as a girl grilled them with her words. She was young too, maybe a year or two older than him but not more than that. 

It was two more minutes before she turned to him and held one of her ear as if apologising on the boy's behalf.

Ram after a long time felt the corner of his lips twitch up in a small, subtle smile and it earned him a pleasantly surprised reaction from the girl who just waved at him and rushed off.

That was the first time he saw Vadehi, the niece of the newly moved neighbour, Balan Krishnamurthi, an Indian constable in the British force.

He was freshly transferred from Karnataka to Delhi and Vadehi didn't have a mother or father, as long as she could remember it was just Balan and her.

Ram found her tolerable, that's what he told himself in the beginning, they used to sit together and study, in silence. Since she was older not many boys or girls preferred playing with her, neither did she seem interested.

She was a little aloof much like himself but she did get into arguments once a week when the boys bother them. It was secretly entertaining for Ram to watch it, all of the boys just sitting and taking a tongue lashing from her.

She wanted to be a doctor, he remembers the sparkle in those beautiful brown orbs as she went on and on about her dreams.

But some dreams were meant to be shattered.

They were twenty and twenty two respectively when it happened, Ram had just come back from his exam for the police force to find an unusual amount of people standing around Vadehi's house.

While he was not fond of people or social interactions in any form or colour the way his stomach churned made him push through the crowd to come face to face with probably the most blood he has ever seen ever since that day in his village.

He could feel the nausea climbing up his throat as he looked at the dead figure Balan Krishnamurthi, the man was bleeding from a head injury and a stab wound in his abdomen. 

But what worried him more was the motionless figure sitting beside the body, Vadehi was being subjected to all sorts of comments as she just stared at her now dead uncle and it just made the trauma hit Ram harder than ever. 

He could see his mother and him in the scene in front of him and it was making him more and more anxious, his throat closing and stomach churning as he stepped towards the female.

Ram has no idea how situations like these were handled, it was usually Vadehi who took charge of things like this and gave him freedom to focus on one thing, that being his father's mission, at a time.

So when she flinches when he touches her shoulder, he flinches with her. He took a short breath before kneeling to her level while all she did was stare at him, the empty gaze slowly filling with emotions made it a little easier for him.

He forces a small sympathetic smile while cupping her face and the dam breaks, Vadehi just lunges forward clinging to him, crying like no tomorrow and it catches him off guard before his arms come to wrap around her figure.

That one incident and babai's decision to have her stay with them changed their lives, since everyone witnessed her crying and refusing to let go and then staying with him, alone for most of the day since babai had a duty to report to, people started talking.

The statements being passed around were offending and disgusting, people talk, both of them knew that but questioning a girl who has lost her only family three weeks ago was a new level of low.

With things getting a little out of hand and seeing how both of them struggled with it, Vankteshwarlu came up with the idea of their marriage and with a little convincing they got married exactly a month after.

In the present, it has been four years, four years of their marriage and four years of falling in love. Ram wasn't really sure when it happened but he started liking Vadehi a lot more than just a girl he grew up with and vice-versa.

The first few months were a little mechanical but the transition from friends to husband-wife was smooth after that, they never really realised when the relationship grew and turned into something more.

But the last year and past few months have been rough, Ram has been a little distant lately, he knows but things have been tough, very very tough. For example, last month was his fifth failed attempt at getting that promotion and as much as he expected this behaviour it's frustrating to no end.

He knew the whites won't favour him even for their life but why has his down God turned his back to him is beyond him. Why is he testing him like this again and again? What has he ever done to anyone? What is he doing wrong? 

All this inner turmoil was affecting his personal life, it started with him forgetting his own birthday, for which Vadehi prepared a rich family dinner, he entered home twelve in the night and by that time the babai had gone home and he had Vadehi asleep on the dining table with the food waiting for him.

She forgave him for it.

The next miss judgement happened on her birthday, he has promised to be home by seven but didn't make it till ten, leaving Vadehi alone, since babai was out of town too, in her own day.

He was able to earn forgiveness for that too somehow.

The third mistake and the first argument happened exactly a month ago, their fourth anniversary. 

She had again and again asked him if he would be able to make it till ten and he had agreed that he will but like the first time he couldn't, he came home at twelve and for the first time he had dinner alone.

The female wasn't ready to hear a word he wanted to say, he still remembers the shouting match that happened in their bedroom.

“Vadehi! Vadehi listen to me- LISTEN TO ME!!” He had yelled, grabbing her arm and turning her to face him; she would have looked beautiful in the red anarkali and jewellery if her kohl lined eyes weren't full of angry tears.

“Listen to what huh? Listen to what Ram!? another duty calls explanation."

“Try to understand Vadehi, this is important to me.”

“I KNOW THAT DAMN IT!!"

That was the first time he has heard her yell like that.

“I know what you do and how and why it's important to you Ram, I am aware of it that's why I asked you didn't I, I asked you again and again if you would be able to make it, didn't I?”

Now truly had no answer, she had asked him and he did say he would. He looks up when his palms slip around his face.

“Listen to me Ram okay? I am not asking you to stop moving towards your goal or to stop this fight against these disgusting white men, no that's not what I am asking. All I want from you is to not forget me, don't leave me behind Ram, please.”

“I won't.”

He still doesn't believe that the cracking, shivering voice was his as he begged for her forgiveness and she just held him for that night.

Things almost went back to normal, he made sure to make an effort to not leave his wife behind, everything seemed to be going alright but like he has said before many times, his life doesn't like him being happy or normal.

She has reminded him, this morning, again and again that it was karva chauth and he has to make it in time or at least let her know if he can't and he once again has told her that he would.

But look at him now, standing in front of his own home, scared out of his mind. No matter what he did, he just couldn't bring himself to open the door and face his wife, who had not eaten or drank anything for his sake. 

He, who was coming back at three in the morning.

Extremely nervous and his stomach dropping he opened the door and his legs almost gave out on him. There she was, sitting in one of the chairs with a pooja ki thaal in her lap. The diya had gone out a long time back from the looks of it.

Her face was blank, he has seen her like this once before and it doesn't feel right at all.

Dressed in a beautiful red saree, her mangalsutra shining bright under the weakening moonlight, her hair half pulled back where a little messy from her resting her head against the chair, she looked extremely tired and then his eyes fell on the dining table.

It looked like a buffet and his heart dropped further as the guilt weighed on his shoulders.

He could feel a lump in his throat, how bad can he be to keep her waiting like this, how the hell did he lose track of time so easily, especially today of all days.

Ram says nothing, he lets his instincts guide him, dropping to the floor beside her feet, his forehead coming to rest against her knee, his palm holding one of her feet while the other guides her second feet to rest on his leg. 

He doesn't know what to say, he never does and in a situation like this he wasn't even sure if he even had a right to say something.

So he just sits, holding her feet like they were his life, like letting them go will take away his ability to breathe from him.

After what seems like eternity but we're only fifteen minutes, Vadehi moves. She brushes a hand through his hair and moves her feet away, standing up and pulling him with her.

She says nothing, just picks up the plate from the table and disappears inside. She comes back in less than ten minutes, the thal set again, a new diya illuminating her blank features.

She stops infront of him, both of them just starring at each other before she takes his hand with one of her own and walks outside to the porch. 

The moon is drifting behind the clouds but still shines brightly as she sets the thal down on a stool and covers her head before picking up the sieve, placing the diya in it before looking at the moon through it.

He feels a little sick when he stares at him through the fine net, he can read the disappointing hurt into those blank eyes but can't bring himself to say anything. 

“For this karva chauth, along with your long life I wish that every father gets a son like you and every country gets a soldier like you…” 

Her tone is disturbingly stable as she speaks, offering the water to the moon before turning to him and bending to touch his feet.

“But may not any woman gets a husband like you.” 

That broke his heart, into a million pieces.

He sees tears slowly filling her eyes before letting her veil slip from her head as she rushes inside, his feet takes him after her but all gets is the bedroom door being shut in his face.

It was okay, he made a mistake, he will take the consequences.

“Vadehi, I'm not deserving even for consideration of forgiveness but I am selfish, I am bad, I am weak. I will take anything you want, don't talk to me, don't wait for me, don't cook for me. Don't do anything I will take it all but please please don't leave me. I don't know what I will do without you please don't leave me.”

After years and years, Ram feels tears flowing down his cheeks as he begs for the woman to not leave him, he gets no verbal reponse, slowly sliding down the door as he sobbed. 

That night all that could be the audible sobs of a man scared to be left alone and the muffled sobs of a wife who was hurt and angry.

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[rosellerivers19]

Damn it . . . RRR Headcanons here I go

Decided to finally make some head canons about RRR following the movie plotline kinda but being man enough to Queerify Ram and Bheem lets go.

Head canon No.1

Ram calls Bheem Diamond in English after the scene when Ram is introduced to bheem's fake family in RRR and Ram remembers his own family specifically his brother like in the movie but instead of making it brotherly I'll make it like Bheem seems like the first family he had outside of Sita and his Babai all his colleagues in the Police force were people he used but in that moment when he saw Bheem eating with his left hand and looking at Ram like that he knew that Bheem was different he was someone he'd grow to cherish like a Diamond. (I opted out of gold for some reason didn't like the sound of it). When Bheem asks Ram what Diamond means Ram lies and says it means brother in english like how Bheem calls Ram bhaiyya which means brother. Ram doesn't know why he lies he thinks its kinda funny Bheem doesn't know what it means an inside joke if you will. And since then Ram feels like his heart breaks a bit more when Bheem keeps calling him Bhaiyya he's supposed to feel like family but Bheem calling Ram Bhaiyya seems wrong for some reason. (he's realizing his feelings but plays it off like he's not used to affection from anyone else than his Babai and Sita).

I got this idea from an old movie I watched called Manam where the hero tells the heroine often that he loves her in english but she doesn't know english so she asks what it means and the hero lies saying it means to give something like a pen,pencil,paper etc. She doesn't find out what the saying "I love you" means till their wedding night.

Head canon No.2

Whenever Ram and Bheem hang out for what ever reasons after the whole um . . . Bheem getting whipped thing and the RRR plotline in general. As Bheem sleeps peacefully on Ram's bed because Ram insists looking as if he might actually break down if Bheem doesn't take the bed allowing Ram to sleep on the floor Ram often watches Bheem sleep (In a 'brotherly' way of course). His gaze drifts to Bheem's legs remembering the whippings Ram himself conducted on Bheem and feels intense sadness and often takes blessing from Bheem by putting a hand on Bheem's foot and then on his forehead its usually a blessing taken from Elders,husbands (take that as you will) or god. Ram believes Bheem to be someone blessed or divine because of how Bheem forgave Ram even after Ram betrayed Bheem in such a cruel way and Bheem still came back to aid Ram.

This head canon was also loosely inspired by another telugu movie I watched called Majilli where the heroine having a crush on the hero takes blessing from hero when he isn't looking because she wants to marry him this acknowledges her respect for him and they end up do getting married.

Head canon No.3

Ram felt like before it was his duty to marry Sita his mother wished for that and Sita was one of Ram's only family left and he fully intended on marrying Sita to fill that request to bond them eternally through marriage in order to get a piece of his family back in a way. But after Bheem was introduced into his life after Bheem saved him from his hanging he began pushing the idea of marrying Sita back and back trying to make excuses and why he would have to delay the marriage like defeating the British and whatnot. Sita also had a similar idea in mind but it wasn't as strong as Ram's sense of duty she'd actually be the one to say

"Baava I know marrying you is something Aunt (Ram's mother) wanted but I don't feel you need to keep the obligation anymore I am content just being your blood related family, your support system, your friend, I don't think it is my love is what drives you anymore."

Sita suspects that Ram was changed by Bheem somehow not suspecting romantic feelings because Homophobia was definitely a thing back then but Hell their Mythological freedom fighters they can be Gay.

This headcanon wasn't inspired by any movie in particular just the general concept of Duty which is very important in Hindu culture and I wanted to add this to make Ram a bit more complex thats it.

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I will make a part 2 later if people request it. Definitely gonna add something to the 1st head canon. But for now I'm tired so if you want some more headcanons or have some ideas tell me in the comments

[ronaldofandom]

A Love Eternal / Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna

This is a post-RRR series. I have often wondered what happens to them after the last scene - this is my take on it.

Main characters will be Ram, Bheem, Jenny, Sita and Malli. This will be angst and love and fluff (I am on a break from smut).

No warnings for Chapter 1. ~3700 words. The series will have 6-7 chapters. Happy reading :)

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Chapter 1

(Links to Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11)

The reunion had been cheerful and poignant. There was not a single dry eye when Bheem showed up with Ram as he had promised. And with weapons, like Ram had promised. Sita and Babai held Ram in a tight embrace - they thought they had lost him for good this time, with no scope of returning. They held him close, soaking in his presence, making their heart believe that this was indeed their Ram. In flesh and blood. Alive and kicking - not lifeless. Their gratitude for Bheem knew no bounds.

Bheem. Who had been mauled by Malli, his tribesmen, and his Delhi family the moment they laid eyes on him. Malli had straightaway gone and jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly. The others also enveloped him in a group hug. The last few hours had been nerve-wracking for them. They hadn’t stopped him when he set off to free Ram all by himself. They didn’t have the heart to. And they knew he wouldn’t listen anyway. But the thought of him getting captured and tortured again had eaten away at them. The tears flowed freely as they were reunited with their dear Bheem.

Jenny was watching everything from the sidelines. The two families welcoming their loved ones back. Desperately checking for injuries. The silent prayers, the lingering hugs, the shining eyes, the hopeful smiles. She was witnessing the outpouring of love and could feel the warmth from afar. Her eyes never left Bheem, though. The name still felt a bit strange on her tongue. She had known him as Akhtar - innocent, sweet, charming Akhtar. She had such fond memories of Akhtar. But all hell had broken loose the night she first met Bheem. Her world had turned upside down since then. She knew fully well though that her anguish was nothing compared to Bheem’s or Malli’s or the rest of them. Her suffering was emotional (and a lot milder), but theirs was brutally physical too. They were fighting for their right to live with respect and to preserve their way of life. Which the vile British empire was intent on destroying. She had always been critical of colonialism but since the incident with Bheem, she detested it with a vengeance. She detested everyone responsible for Bheem’s suffering. Including Ram, to an extent.

Her tribulations came to a halt when she saw Bheem walking towards her. Finally. She had patiently waited for her turn, and finally, he had looked at her. Jenny reminded herself that it was a happy occasion - she should keep her emotions in check and welcome him with a smile. Relieved beyond measure to see him come back in one piece, she walked towards him and met him halfway. They hesitated. And then, he sweetly extended his hand toward her. She shook her head - that wasn’t enough. It won’t suffice. She needed to touch him, to feel him close to her, to believe that he had come out of it alive. So she hugged him and felt his arms go around her instantly. The hug was brief, but it was comforting. They held hands afterward, and Bheem smiled at her - expressing with his eyes his immense gratitude for everything Jenny had done for them. 

Everyone noticed the hug. Everyone. Malli and Ram were the first to smile. Followed by Bheem’s Delhi family. His tribesmen looked at them quizzically - it was a strange sight for them; they had never seen their Anna like this. Sita was curious - she whispered to Ram to enquire about Jenny, and Ram told her the full story. Both of them were sweetly oblivious to everyone’s gaze, though. Jenny did feel multiple pairs of eyes on her, but quite frankly, she didn’t care at that moment. She would have her few precious moments with him; to hell with the world.

The group decided to stay put that day so that the two men could recover. Their injuries were severe, and they were in no condition to travel. They set camp close by and settled in. Jenny had carried some medical supplies with her, anticipating that those would be needed after the escape. And she was right. They were needed badly. In their adrenaline rush, the two men hadn’t realized how terribly they were hurt. Ram had fresh wounds from the two months of captivity. And Bheem’s older wounds had barely healed while he got new ones last night. As the group spread out to tend to specific tasks like planning logistics for tomorrow, keeping watch for any incoming threats, cooking, etc., Jenny took out the supplies and handed half of them to Sita, explaining a few intricacies to her. She understood immediately and went to tend to Ram. 

When Jenny looked for Bheem and couldn’t find him anywhere, she panicked. Her first thought was that someone had retaken him, and their location had been compromised. Just then, she heard that unmistakable voice and tune. Her PTSD nearly kicked in - it was the same tune that Bheem had sung on the day of the flogging. But while that was filled with defiance and pain, this was filled with sweetness and love. She followed the sound - it was coming from a bit ahead in the forest. She reached a clearing, and the sight ahead melted her heart. Malli was sitting in Bheem’s lap, hugging him tightly. He was rocking her back and forth and humming this happy tune, gently brushing her hair and kissing the top of her head. The girl was still traumatized clearly - the thought of losing her Anna another time was too much for her to bear. She wanted to soak in the comfort of his presence and proximity. His arms were the only place she had felt safe in since this ordeal had begun. The tranquility and peace on Bheem’s face was evident - having been reunited with his people and finally getting to fulfill the promise of taking Malli home. 

They both noticed her at the same time, and Malli ran to her. Jenny had been her only source of comfort in her captivity, the only one who had cared for her, the only one who had any iota of humanity. And Bheem had just told her how she helped them escape. Malli’s heart was filled with love for Jenny, and she wrapped her arms around her waist. Jenny bent down to her knees and hugged her. When they parted, Malli kissed her cheek, and Jenny kissed her back. The girl ran away happily, waving goodbye to her Anna, leaving the two of them alone. It was the first time they had been alone since she had invited him for coffee in her room. When he was still Akhtar for her…

Battling those thoughts away, Jenny sat next to where he was sitting on the fallen tree log and opened the medical kit. When he started to protest, she shut him down instantly. When he tried to do it himself, she swatted his hands away and asked him to take off his kurta. He hesitated, but she coaxed him, and he finally relented. She had steeled herself mentally for his wounds, but nothing could ever prepare her for what she actually saw. His body was a testament to the horrendous torture he had undergone. His skin was split at many places - new patches of skin appearing over older wounds. Most bruises had started to heal, but some were still inflamed. The worst affected were his wrists and ankles - the cuts & lacerations there were still deep and fresh. The scars will be inevitable and permanent. His skin will forever be a witness to what he had to endure. Even if the physical wounds heal someday, the mental trauma will stay with him forever. Images of that god-awful day flashed before her eyes - his clothes dripping with blood, his body limp & lifeless, pools of blood at his feet. She didn’t know whether he would survive the next hour. It was the worst day of her life. Ridden with shame and guilt, she found herself unable to meet his eyes. Could she have done anything? She could have tried, at least. She doubted very much that her uncle would have cared for her feelings, but he might have cared for her money - that’s the reason they insisted on keeping her with them in India. Maybe that could have swung his decision - but she just stood on that balcony like a lifeless little doll and didn’t even lift a finger for him. Forget meeting his eyes; she had fallen so far in her own eyes. This was going to haunt her forever.

Jenny hadn’t realized that her hand was frozen mid-air, and some stubborn tears had escaped her eyes, despite her best efforts. Bheem, who was observing her carefully throughout, understood the source of her anguish immediately. That’s the reason he was reluctant to show her his wounds. He hadn’t shown it to anyone in the last 2 months - tending to them himself. To avoid the exact reaction that he was witnessing on Jenny’s face. But the girl had a way of getting through to him - it was hard to say no to her. He gently wiped the tears from her face and held her hands in his - making her look into his eyes. Trying to tell her that he was better now, that it didn’t hurt as much anymore.  Trying to tell her that he would forever be indebted to her - she had helped save Malli and his Anna; that was as good, if not more, than saving his own life. Trying to tell her that her tears were hard for him to bear.

She calmed down after a bit and started to tend to his wounds. He sat patiently, letting her take care of him, for her sake more than his. She carefully applied the antiseptic to all open wounds. It was a strong gel, and she worried it would burn, but he didn’t let out a single sigh. Thankfully, the new injuries weren’t much, and she managed to nurse and bandage them soon. Once done, they smiled at each other and returned to the camp.

The rest of the day passed without much event. Ram, who was significantly more injured, had managed to regain some strength. Ram, Bheem, and Babai were currently going over the logistics for tomorrow, discussing the safest routes to get to their respective destinations. Jenny was sitting in one of the tents, observing them from a distance. As always, Bheem had been the life of that small gathering, too - breaking into giggles and joking with Ram. The two men had hugged and made up; it was as if nothing had ever happened between them. Bheem had also ensured everyone was kind to Ram and that there was no bad blood. The only one he gave some leeway to was Lachchu - he didn’t expect him to forgive Ram so easily. Lachchu continued to be wary of Ram and kept some distance from the group. But he didn’t have the heart to say no to his Anna - so he tried his best to be civil with Ram, for Bheem’s sake. 

‘I wanted to thank you.’ Jenny turned around to see Sita standing close by. She walked to her tentatively and sat down next to her.

‘Thank me? For what?’ She asked with genuine surprise. She had spent the day filled with guilt and remorse. Thanks was the last thing she had expected to hear.

‘For everything, Jenny. For the medicines. For defending Ram and Bheem at your party. For the kindness that you showed them throughout. For taking care of Malli. And, for helping my Ram escape the jaws of death.’ Her voice broke at the last bit.

‘And, for offering to travel with us to our village to mitigate the risk of us getting apprehended midway. It was smart thinking - the patrols will not stop the vehicle if they see you.’ Sita reached out and held Jenny’s hand, pressing it ever so slightly.

‘Sita, there is no need to thank me. Even if I try helping out for the next 1,000 years, it won’t compensate for what you guys have been through. Because of….well, my people.’ She hated to call them her people. She hated that she was associated with them in any way. ‘It’s the absolute least that I can do, believe me.’ Sita smiled at her. She could see why the two men and Malli were singing her praises.

‘Would you still thank me, though, if I tell you that I tried my best to stop Bheem from entering the barracks last night? I told him it was too dangerous - that he would most certainly get captured. Or killed on the spot. I tried every form of emotional and physical blackmail to reason with him. But he didn’t listen. He kept repeating that he had misunderstood his Anna and would save him at any cost - even if the cost was his own life. He said he had made a promise - to return Ram to you. I gave up; I had to.’ Jenny looked at Sita, expecting to find reproach and hurt in her eyes, but all she saw was warmth and understanding.

‘I get it, Jenny. You did that to protect Bheem. I might have done the same if I were in your place. All is fair in love and war, after all.’ She smiled at her knowingly, and Jenny looked away, unable to meet her gaze. Her eyes landed on the two men again, who were lost in their own world. Sita spoke after a few moments. 

‘You get why Ram did it, though, don’t you? Why he had to arrest Bheem and….the atrocities he had to commit? He was not this person - but time and circumstances have hardened his heart. So much that no one could make his way inside, not even me. But then came Bheem, and the rest is history.’ Sita’s eyes were brimming with love; Jenny could see that the emotion could spill over any second.

‘Sita, I am the last person in this world you guys owe any explanation to, seriously. After everything my people have..’ 

‘Stop calling them your people, Jenny.’ Sita cut her off abruptly. ‘You are nothing like them. One can’t control where one is born. But one can control the person one becomes - and you are a beautiful human being. Stop blaming yourself. None of this was your fault.’ Jenny nodded weakly but was still widely unconvinced. 

‘And I do want to explain this to you. Because I see the way you look at Ram. Even now, you are wondering how Bheem has forgiven him so easily. So much so that he risked his own life for him. Even after everything Ram put him through. You think he is naive and gullible and too innocent to trust Ram like this, don’t you?’

Jenny didn’t have the heart to tell Sita that it was exactly what she thought. She couldn’t say it to the woman who worshipped Ram. Who had prayed night and day for Ram to be returned to her. But her own heart didn’t allow her to deny it either. So she stayed quiet and continued looking ahead.

‘It’s okay, you know. You don’t have to look so guilty. Like I said, I may have felt the same if I were in your place.’

‘You weren’t there, Sita. You didn’t see the way he arrested Bheem. You didn’t see how he tortured and flogged him. Bheem was going to be hanged because of him. I saw it all - it will haunt me forever. The images flash before my eyes every time I shut them. You didn’t see the evidence on his body. You didn’t hear the whiplashes tear his skin. You didn’t see the pools of blood. You didn’t hear his scream when they pulled his body apart.’

Her voice broke. Sita reached out and hugged her, slowly running her hands on Jenny’s back. Both women were overcome with emotion for the men who were so special to them.

‘You are right. I wasn’t there. I did not witness the pain that Bheem was subjected to. But let me tell you one thing, Jenny. I know my Ram. I know how much he values Bheem’s friendship, and trust me, it broke him too. He tortured himself every day for what he did to Bheem. For anyone else, he would have dismissed the thought because his mission was so sacrosanct for him. But Bheem was and is very special to him. Bheem may have forgiven him, but Ram would never ever forgive himself. He will continue to blame himself and repent for his crimes. He will continue to burn in agony, and I will have to drag him out of it somehow. Please don’t think that this is water under the bridge for him - that he has been forgiven so easily. No part of it will be easy for Ram. He will never truly forgive himself, even if Bheem insists or demands him to. They both have a lot of love for each other. It was this love that made Bheem go back for Ram. And it was this love that made Ram realize that he couldn’t sacrifice Bheem for his mission. He risked his own life to save Bheem, you know that. He put his promise to his Baba aside only for Bheem. Love made him do that, Jenny.’

‘Was it?’

‘I am sorry?’

‘Was it love that made Ram free Bheem? Or was it the realization that Bheem was far better placed to bring about the revolution that was his life’s goal? Would Ram have still saved Bheem if he wasn’t convinced that Bheem would be a potent weapon in their freedom struggle?’

She knew she was driving a knife through Sita’s heart by saying this, but she couldn’t help herself. Jenny balked at the idea that Ram saved Bheem out of love. If he truly loved Bheem, he never would have tortured him in the first place. Sita was still. Her heart was heavy. She knew Jenny was partly right. Would Ram have saved Bheem, irrespective? She knew he was torn - but would that have been enough to sacrifice his mission? She couldn’t bring herself to say that out loud. Because honestly, she wasn’t sure. In fact, Ram may not have done that. 

‘If Bheem had faced this choice - that to save Malli and fulfill his mission, he needed to sacrifice Ram - do you reckon he would have ever done that?’

Silence. And some more silence as Sita digested that question. It had hit her like a truck. 

‘You know he would never even consider such a thing. And THAT is the difference between the two men.’ It hurt her as well to say this to Sita, but she was still reeling from the claim of Ram’s love for Bheem. 

‘You may be right, Jenny. Bheem may be a better man than Ram. But again, he didn’t suffer the childhood trauma that Ram did. While I was with Ram every step of the way all these years, even I can’t claim to fully understand what he has been through. This has always been his burden to bear. He hasn’t had a single normal, carefree, loving day since he was a child. You can imagine what that may do to an adult, let alone to a child. That has been his everyday reality. I can’t speak for his morality or choices, but I can speak for his intent and commitment. Those have never wavered. That’s why I love him. And I will continue doing that for the rest of my life.’

It was Jenny’s turn to stay silent and look at Sita. The defiant love in her eyes was again threatening to spill over. And she had to admit that she could never possibly grasp the extent of the emotional damage on Ram due to what happened to him. Had it been anyone but Bheem who had borne the brunt of it and who had gotten hurt, she may have forgiven Ram by now. 

The two women found a strange comfort and understanding with each other. Both differed in everything else in life but were united by their feelings for the respective men. Men, who they were defending passionately to each other. They were so engrossed in the conversation that they didn’t even realize when the sun had set and when the group had set up a small campfire nearby. It was only when they heard the sounds of Bheem and Malli running after each other that they broke from their reverie. Their eyes followed the child and the overgrown child - who were smiling with joy after ages. 

Jenny instantly broke into a smile looking at them. Sita followed suit, closely looking at Jenny throughout.

‘He is sweet, isn’t he?’ Sita asked slyly.

‘Of course, he is.’ Pat came the reply. Sita smiled at her, and she realized how quickly she had responded.

‘I mean, yeah, you could say that.’ Sita continued smiling at her.

‘It’s just a matter of few days, you know. Once we safely deposit the weapons in the village, the three of us will go to Adilabad. You will be back to him soon.’

‘Sure. I mean, it’s fine, yeah. There is no rush. This is important, and other stuff can wait.’ Jenny tried to string together a sentence. Sita grinned wider and held her hands again.

‘My dear, if I can see the way you look at Ram, I can also see the way you look at Bheem.’ Jenny looked down, unable to come up with any kind of response to that statement. She hadn’t realized she had been that obvious. 

‘Now, you just sit here. I will send some dinner, AND I will send Bheem. Spend some time together - we will leave at first light tomorrow.’ She started to walk away, but Jenny held her hand.

‘Ummm….what will you say to him?’

‘Oh, I will just tell him you aren’t feeling too well. Then he wouldn’t leave your side till tomorrow morning.’ Sita winked at her and walked away.

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That was Chapter 1. I loved exploring the Jenny-Sita dynamic, haven't seen much on them. The idea is to explore more such dynamics in this series. As always, feedback and comments are very very welcome :)

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[voidsteffy]

Imagine this hypothetical alternative universe idea:

RRR but it came out in the 1980s, with Ram being played Chiranjeevi and Bheem being played by Balakrishna

What do personally think?

anyone but Balakrishna please. I can't handle anymore nightmares.

Otherwise I think it is a GREAT IDEA. oof the feels.

(I raise you this: RRR but it is of the 40s and with Sr. NTR as Bheem with ANR as Ram. Bhanumathi plays Sita except she runs with Ram to work on getting the weapons with him. She has a whole narrative with Malli because she is the Indian governess employed to look after the protesting Gond girl. SV Ranga Rao as Babai who yearns to become a father to Ram but all Ram wants is to fulfill his dead father's wishes. Rushyendramani as the sweet aunt who offers Bheem and his tribe a place to stay. She runs the street with her seemingly goonish sweethearts that are Bheem and Lacchu. Savitri as an orphan pickpocket whose help Bheem enlists to get into the palace. Relangi as Lacchu. Child!Roja Ramani as Malli.)

[carminavulcana]

RRR Prompts open!

Prompts-

Haircare

Jewelry

Dancing

Feasts

Faith

Pets

Toys

Rain

Characters-

Lacchu

Ram

Bheem

Jenny

Seetha

Alluri Venkata Rama Raju

Babai

Aziza

Suraya Khatun

Haji Maqsood Jamal

Malli

Loki

Jangu

Peddayya

Lady Catherine Buxton

Governor Scott Buxton

Robert

Your prompt can be in the form of 'Prompt X Character" and I will write you a fic between 250 to 500 words

[rosefulmadness]

hello dear rrr fandom: we need to make a backstory for jenny.

we all know (and seem to agree) that sita is a doctor who helps revels and manages the village as well as being an absolute girlboss who can be soft and nice and kick ram's ass (affectionately) and she's also really smart and in most interpretations knows at least a bit of english.

what about jenny tho? I don't have any stories myself but we could collectively come up with one. surface level stuff like jenny never having an actual friend cause everyone is so fake or manipulative is a thing we made canon without voicing it but that's not enough. what about her parents? it is to my understanding that scott and the blonde bitch are her aunt and uncle, what about her parents? are they dead? do they not care about her? does she have siblings? where was she raised? how was she raised? is she just kind even tho she's probably been taught that non-white people are stupid, barbaric, and a waste of time? or did someone teach her that?

perhaps she had a nanny, a caretaker that was Indian, someone who had to take care of her and had no choice in doing so but decided to take the opportunity and teach the young child kindness, to not make her a monster like the other british people. maybe that's why she was so kind to malli? why even tho she saw bheem in pain she never tried to stop her uncle and aunt. maybe she's seen what happen to does that speak up, maybe this isn't her first time seeing people being hurt like that, maybe her nanny had to go through something similar when they found out she was teaching jenny kindness, "manipulating her" as they called it.

or maybe go a different route and just make scott and blondy her parents, and explore the type of childhood she would have had. maybe add a little detail when she gives the prison maps to bheem, maybe have her ask him to kill her parents, or have her hide it from everyone until someone catches on. that would add another layer to her feeling guilty for what the british did to India. you can do a found family trope if you want to.

I'm just saying, there are so many different approaches to her and it seems to me like she's a bit one-dimensional even in the fandom. I would gladly write fics or elaborate more but school makes it impossible for me to have time for that. let's not just give backstories and flesh out a few characters, let's do it with all of them, let's make a whole different level to rrr. I would also love for people to look more into malli's mom and what she went through. laachu and what his thoughts are on ram as well as how he found out about bheem being flogged and how he even found him after that. babai needs a personality too, most of the time he's just there and that's it .perhaps even scott, I would like to get a peak at his thoughts, his wife is a character that interests me too but idk what to do with her cause again, one-dimensional.

I'll try to work stuff out but for now, all you'll get is this vomited info dump that I forgot why I started writing in the first place. see ya ig

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#5

capture you headcannons (3):

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Sarojini was a true combination of her parents, literally.

She had her father's smile, her mother's eyes, walked like her father and talked like her mother.

She was insanely intelligent like both her parents, knowing local and foreign languages, danced like her father, took pictures and painted a little like her mother did.

She also got her father's anger and her mother's dry humour and sarcasm, which made her impossible to deal with during arguments.

Sarojini, or Bujji like her Bheem Babai and Jenny Pinni called her, Chinna Rakshasi like her Seetha Atta called her, or Chinnamma and Saroo like her parents called her, was the apple of everyone's eye.

And she knew it. She enjoyed it a lot too.

In the beginning, Saroo loved falling asleep on her father's chest as he read her from her mother's vast collection of books while Y/N watched from the other side of the bed with a soft smile.

As she grew, Saroo started going to her mother to sleep in her lap, curled in her saree because of how comfortable it felt.

Ram would crawl into bed and press a kiss on her head gently, massaging her legs because she ran around the house the entire day.

Saroo got pampered insanely by her aunts and uncle and the rest of the village, much to Ram's chagrin.

"See, I'm not saying she doesn't deserve it because I know my chinnamma deserves everything in this world," he mumbled into Y/N's stomach once as she gently ran her fingers through his hair. "I just... they're spending too much time with my daughter. She belongs to us, right?"

"She belongs to herself, my big baby. Let her grow as she pleases."

Ram was such a strong man, so brave and ready to face every challenge in his life, but it seemed to him that the biggest challenge after falling in love with his wife was watching his little one grow.

Bheem seemed to have gotten a lot softer after Saroo was born, keeping every possible harmful thing out of her reach.

Once when he and Jenny were playing with Saroo, she had crawled into his chest and snuggled closer, yawning as wide as she could which didn't release a sound.

Bheem almost stole her and ran away that day. Jenny had to stop him.

Another time when all five of them sat together for lunch, eating, Saroo crawled to Bheem and giggled, grabbing his nose ring.

She placed a clumsy slobber-filled kiss to it and fell on his chest, instantly falling asleep.

Bheem was stopped by four people that day, and only returned Saroo when Y/N promised him "Saroo will spend every alternative weekend with her Bheem Babai and Jenny Pinni, okay? Now give me my daughter."

Seetha loved brushing her hand over Saroo's head, petting her gently as she slept in her lap.

As Saroo grew, Seetha would be the one she went to for braids, because despite everything Y/N knew she couldn't braid Saroo's hair without getting scared she was hurting her and sending her to her aunt.

Jenny spent time with Saroo when Bheem would leave to help Ram with work, and by the time he returned they'd be giggling together about something, cuddled into each other.

Saroo grew up on Bheem's shoulders, after she kicked his chest while trying to learn to stand and winced in pain.

Along with the extreme love she got from everyone, she got other things too.

Seetha dragged her out of numerous fights with boys much larger than her because "Atta, they were being mean to other kids/animals/me! Do I just sit and watch it?"

Jenny had to buy new books because Saroo finished the ones she had, and was soon running out of books to buy for her to read.

Bheem refused to fight with her because "Anna, your daughter fights like you and Y/N combined. I can't deal with it so I just give her what she wants."

Saroo also had a knack for pranking people.

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#4

ours // ramaraju-bheem

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(a/n- this was a requested part, and also has dark themes head so read with caution.)

When Y/N woke up again, her body was bound to a chair, a gag in her mouth and blindfolded, completely unaware and terrified about what was happening to her. She sat up straight, wriggling in the chair and twisting her hands to loosen the ropes around them, muffled cries leaving her. “Struggling is pointless, my love,” a soft voice next to her ear made her freeze, all thoughts leaving her brain.

Ram.

He pressed a soft kiss to the shell of her ear, carefully slipping the blindfold off her eyes as he moved to sit in front of her. Y/N blinked, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light flooding around her as she saw Ram loosen the ropes around her wrists and legs a little, massaging the sore areas with a soft look on his face. 

If it weren’t for what he had done to her, her heart would have raced at the way he was touching her, her blood rushing to her face. But the only thing she could see at that moment wasn’t her best friend, or the man she had begun to slowly fall for. The man in front of her was a monster, and she didn’t know him at all.

“I loosened the knots, you should be able to move your arms and legs much more than before,” Ram spoke softly, as if to a child calming after their tantrum. He moved to her face, not looking into her eyes even once as he reached to remove the gag cloth from around her mouth, moving her hair out of her face and moving back, beginning to braid it.

“Let me go,” Y/N tried to sound strong, she really did, but the fear gripping her throat only let her voice come out as a shaky plea. Ram paused, the silence around them allowing him to assess how she was shaking, how her lips were trembling and sweat went down her neck from the anxiety that she was going through.

Ram finished braiding her hair and pinned it up into a bun, picking a cloth to wipe the sweat on her back and all over her neck. She shivered as she felt his touch, tears welling in her eyes. “Ram, let me go.” She said again, her voice shakier than before. “I need to go to Bheem-”

“You don’t have to go anywhere.” His cold voice cut her off, making Y/N gulp in fear as he sat in front of her, observing the look on her face. “Ram, this isn’t you, please just-” “This was always me, Y/N,” He sighed, sitting back. 

“Always. Desperately in love with you, worshipping the ground you walked on, hanging onto every breath that left you like it was my only source of air, finding joy in your very existence. This has been me ever since I met you, and so long before that.”

Y/N watched in confusion, seeing how he still refused to look into her eyes. “I’ve seen you for the first time almost three years ago, Y/N. You’ve bewitched me quite literally, sitting in a library and reading books imported from England with interest unlike anything I’ve seen before, little sounds of excitement and despair leaving you as you turned the pages,” Ram chuckled, rubbing his face and looking at the ground. 

“I’ve never known feelings so strong, love so binding till you, and met you that day in the temple, became friends with you, made you a regular part of my life, became a part of yours and everything was going so well until you fell for him.” The air suddenly seemed to heat up as Ram finally looked into her eyes, the fire burning in his eyes making her shrink away.

“You fell for Bheem, Y/N. My Bheem, my brother. You fell for him. And I couldn’t stand the thought of not having you.” Ram wrapped his fingers around her hand, rubbing circles as he spoke with urgency and desperation. “Do you even know what it’s like? The fear of losing someone you love more than your own life? My life was never mine, but you made it worth it to live on and fight, and you just wanted to leave me?”

“Ram, I was never going to leave you, I just-” Y/N tried again when he scoffed, looking away. “You loved him! Of course you were going to leave me! How could I marry you when you loved him?!” She cried at this, the tears flowing down her face as she shrunk further into her chair, her heart racing seeing him slowly lose himself.

Ram stood up, kicking his chair away as he yelled, punching the wall beside him. Y/N watched as he kept punching, her breath stuck in her throat when she saw blood on his hands and cracks slowly form on the wall.

Y/N looked away, unable to watch as she noticed how loose the knots actually were, making her lean forward a little, tugging at one with her teeth. Soon enough, it came loose as she untied the rest with her free hand, jumping up to grab his hands. “Please stop!” She cried, gripping his shoulder with both hands as he froze, hand millimetres away from the wall.

Ram looked at how she held onto him and cried, her body shaking as her tears drenched his shoulder. He put his hands down, a sigh leaving him as he wrapped his arms around her trembling figure, shushing her. “It’s okay my love,” he cooed, stroking her hair with his bloodied hands. He cupped her face as he pulled away slowly, wiping her tears.

“When we get married, it will all settle down. Everything will be just perfect.” He murmured as her breath stuttered, looking at him with panic. “Hold on, maybe now is not the right time.” Y/N tried as she tried to get away from him while Ram just pulled her into his calmly, shushing her. “And wait till you fall in love with me? Y/N, it’s just marriage, I’m sure you’ll learn to love me later on. Maybe not as much as I love you, because that’s impossible, but you’ll learn.”

He backed her into a wall as he lowered his face into her neck, pressing sultry kisses there. “You’re mine, and you’ll remain mine forever.” He murmured into her skin as Y/N closed her eyes, hands against his chest as her mind spinned. She knew she didn’t want this, and yet a small part of her did want to be with him, and she was lost in not knowing what was right for her and what wasn’t.

Y/N’s hands crept up Ram’s neck slowly as he moved to her face, and pulled him away from her, a pleading look on her face. “Ram, please.” She begged as he sighed and pulled away completely. He caressed her cheek, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as he walked away from there silently, leaving her by herself.

Y/N slid down the wall as sobs racked her body, hiding her face behind her knees. Her pitiful cries for help echoed through the house as Ram kept punching his bag, blood spilling everywhere. She would soon realise that this was for the best, she had no other choice.

—

Y/N read through a book, humming to herself as she felt Ram behind her, bent as he set her saree. She lost track of the number of days she spent with him, and it had gone to a point where he had become her only anchor. She began to slowly seek him out for everything, despite the voice in her head screaming at her to not do so. 

Ram had welcomed her with open arms, ready for everything she was going to throw at him for however long it was, because it meant she would be right with him and at least talk to him. She initially showed nothing more than fear and hatred to the man that he really was, which slowly melted into hesitation, and settled as comfort and acceptance.

Y/N didn’t know what she felt for him, but knew it wasn’t any less than the love she had for him before because he still treated her exactly how he did the very first time they met. She knew he had clipped her wings but at the same time was the only thing she had left, with Bheem gone too.

Bheem.

The name brought tears to her eyes and pain to her heart every time she thought of him, knowing he died that day when Ram took her from him. He had died without the ones he loved with him, and for that she could never forgive Ram. But maybe one day she’d learn to like this new life she was given, where she was the star Ram’s world revolved around and he was the only one in her universe.

She turned to scoff when she noticed Ram still kneeling next to her, her saree long forgotten as he just admired her from there, a dazed smile on his face. She pushed his face away and smirked when he fell back, looking at her with a mischievous smile. “You shouldn’t have done that, you disturbed me while I was busy.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she sat down, putting her book away as she looked at him. “Oh really? What were you so busy doing?”

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#3

chandamama // part 3

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Ram tossed and turned in his sleep, finally waking up and walking out to his balcony as he looked at the night sky, watching a few stars blink weakly, the moon hiding. It’s not even amavasya, but why was the moon not there? Ram hadn’t realised how much he depended on the moon for comfort and peace, and without her guidance he felt his heart sink.

After he put his books away, Y/N had seemed… off. She stared at him blankly, her face ashen, and when he leaned to kiss her, the sound of a car made her jump away from him, rushing out. “That… that’s my father here for me, Ram,” she avoided his eyes, almost looking relieved as she stared at the car. “I’ll come back later, alright? Good night.” Ram watched her leave, his heart twisting uneasily. Had he done something that made her stare at him like that?

He looked on as she stopped before getting into her car, looking up once to see him. He waved, smiling as she raised her hand a little, jumping in and leaving. Something definitely happened while he was away, otherwise she wouldn’t look at him like he was wrong, like he was a monster. “Jabilamma, why are you hiding?” He whispered into the night, the stars staring back emptily. “What went wrong?”

Y/N stared at the sky from her house, tears swimming in her eyes as she muffled the cries that left her. “Everything went wrong,” she whimpered as the empty sky sighed back painfully. “Why did I have to fall in love with him, with Ram, of all the people? Why did he have to be the officer hunting my family?” 

She fell back into her bed, tears slowly falling as she buried her face into the pillow. “What if he gets to him before I do? What if I can never find him and never return with him?” She stopped for a second, her heart freezing. “What if the one here is Bheema? What if my brother is here and I’ll lose him before I get him?” She shivers as the air gets colder, wrapping her blankets tighter around herself, trying to calm the storms raging within her heart.

She knew she had to do something, just didn’t know what to do.

—

Y/N sat with Jenny, watching the decorations being put up all around Governor Scott’s house. “So Akhtar visited today,” Jenny began, making Y/N’s head shoot up in excitement, “And he stayed for a while but he seemed distracted, you know? Sort of like, he was looking for something. I don’t think he thought I would notice, but it was a little concerning, Y/N. Do you think something happened?”

Y/N frowned, shrugging, when she sat straight, everything seeming crystal clear. A mechanic in Delhi she hasn’t heard about, his sneakily good knowledge of southern foods, he could be it. Akhtar could be her family, looking for the girl Scott stole from her people.

“I heard about the girl in your mansion, what was her name again?” “Malli,” Jenny answered, happy at the mention of her name. Y/N watched as she gushed about her. “Oh, she’s such a sweet child. Akhtar found me a bangle for her too, in the market. He denied it but I think he made the bangle, and she absolutely loved it!”

Y/N sat back in her seat, Jenny’s words fading out as the feeling of relief and despair set into her chest. She would now have to tell Akhtar- no, her family, however he was related to her, that the man he considered his brother was in fact sent to get him. She set her tea aside, getting up. “Jenny, I am so sorry, but I think I will have to leave now-”

“What’s the hurry?” A voice said as the both turned around, Lady Scott watching them both with narrowed eyes. Y/N swore she hated this woman more than her vile husband. “I’m sure you don’t actually have anywhere to go, stay here for a while. Convince your friend, won’t you Jenny? The dear girl seems to travel a lot these days.”

Y/N closed her eyes, clenching her fists as Jenny grabbed her hand, pleading. “Please, you barely stay anymore! I miss my friend a lot, Y/N. At least until you see how the party looks, please stay!”

As Lady Scott laughed and walked away when Y/N finally nodded, she sent a vicious glare at the woman’s back, praying some chandelier would break and fall on her that instant, ridding the whole world of infinite evil.

Y/N sat back, Jenny holding on and talking about how wonderful Akhtar was and how lovely the party would be, wishing she was instead warning him about what was to come.

—

The clock struck 10 when Y/N reached Akhtar’s house, gasping for breath. The door opened and his sister looked shocked when she saw her, opening the door wider for the rest of the family to see her. Y/N shook her head, wiping her face. 

“Akhtar, where is he? I know he’s the man from Adilabad sent to get Malli back, but please, his life is in danger.” She pulled her hair into a bun, lowering it for them all to see the mark. “I’m one of them, please tell me where he is.” She begged, slipping down as they all stared at her in shock.

“You’re one of us?” a voice came from behind her, and she turned to see the old man she spent her early childhood around. Y/N rushed to him, grasping his hands in hers as she looked at him pleadingly. “Peddayya, it’s me, Y/N, Bheem’s little sister.” His eyes widened as he hugged her to his chest, crying. 

“Inni dinalu nee munde tirigade mee anna, ninnu tana kandla mundu pettukoni nee eduru chusade mee anna*,” he sobbed, Y/N gripping onto him as she cried too. Akhtar was her Bheema all this time, her brother, her shield from this entire world.

“Where is he?” She gasped, pulling away and looking at him. “His life is in danger, where is he?” “At Ram’s house, he’s treating him because he got bit by a viper, but-”

Y/N took off, running to Ram’s house as fast as she could. How could she tell any of them that he was the danger Bheem’s life was going to face? 

When she got to Ram’s house, she saw Akhtar- no, her brother leave the house, and crashed into him, all the years of staying apart rushing back to her. Bheem stumbled, confused, but hugged her back, comforting her instantly. “Anna,” she cried, making Bheem freeze as her tears stained his shirt. “Anna, why didn’t you come for me sooner? I waited so long for you that night.” 

“So many years away from you and everyone else, why didn’t you look for me, Anna? Why didn’t you come looking for me like you came all these years later for Malli?”

Bheem touched the tattoo on her neck and tears sprung in his eyes, his arms tightening around Y/N as they both crumpled to the ground.

“Nannu manninchave*,” He caressed her hair, pressing gentle kisses to her forehead as she slowly pulled away. “I saw the marks, and the blood on the ground, we all thought you died that day. Not a day goes by when I don’t miss you, cry for you looking at the moon. Had I known you weren’t dead but taken, I would’ve searched the world for you.”

He looked at her and smiled, pushing the hair gently out of her face. “But look at you, the only one from us all who is educated, who knows and understands this evil world. I’m so proud of you.” He helped her up, steadying her on her feet and pointed to Ram’s house.

“Stay with him and protect him, he needs you right now, more than ever. Once we get Malli, I’m coming back for you. Take care of yourself, I can’t lose you again.” Y/N gulped, looking at the door as Bheem hugged her one last time, leaving her there. 

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red // ramaraju

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(a/n- this went so so different from what I thought lmao. Enjoy folks, feedback is appreciated!)

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"Come back to me and we will spend every second of our lives with each other, come back and I'll tell you everyday that I'm in love with you, more than anyone has ever loved anyone."

She knelt down too, bringing his face closer as she pressed a kiss to each tear that slipped out, before a final kiss to his forehead, her lips staying there.

"Come back to me," she whispered.

Ram woke up with a start, looking around wildly as he felt the ground around him. His fingers finally found the idol and he brought it close to his chest, breathing heavily. Y/N gave him an anchor without realising when she handed her idol of his namesake to him, the same idol that saved him from the storms brewing in his heart and the longing that clouded his mind. He stared at the idol as memories flooded his brain, a sense of comfort filling him as her voice rang in his heart.

Flashback

“I didn’t know you’re devoted to Shri Ram,” Bheem said, trying to make conversation with Y/N who was still upset with Ram. “Oh well, I was originally much more devoted to Lord Shiva,” she mused, stirring the pot as the aroma filled the air around them. Ram paused, looking up from his book as she looked into the pot, frowning, before taking some spice and putting it in, stirring once and offering a taste to Bheem. Bheem tentatively put a spoonful in his mouth, his eyes lighting up as he surged forward for more.

“Not now Bheem, I’ll save extra for you later.” She chided, smiling to herself. “As I was saying, I loved Shiva a lot more. I think I still do; he feels real and grounds me a lot. But Shri Ram,” she spared a glance at Ram before looking back at Bheem, “I fell in love with him recently, and I really like the feeling.”

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Ram’s uncle walked into his tent and sighed, looking at Ram’s state. He had been waking up panting and sweating ever since he left his heart in Hyderabad, and everyone could see how it had been affecting him. 

Ram walked slower, talked less and got more agitated than before. His eyes lost the glow, looking more and more like those of a sick tiger unlike the sharp ones they were before. More than anything, he looked scared all the time, his grip on the idol she gave him growing tighter each passing day.

“Ram,” he began, watching his nephew sit straighter and look into the fire burning, not acknowledging him. “You’re just killing yourself for no reason, and you know it. She wouldn’t want you like this Ram, none of us do.”

Ram rolled his eyes and stood up, dusting himself. He knew what he was doing, better than anyone else. But he also knew that everything felt absolutely pointless without her looking at him, sitting beside him, talking to him, just being near him. It all felt like it meant nothing. “Remember your promise to Baba, Ram.” His uncle tried again but Ram snapped. “Well I’ve fulfilled it, haven’t I? I did everything I could and got a gun in every villager’s hand to fight for our freedom. Baba never said I had to give up on love for freedom. He didn’t ask me to kill my spirit and live lifelessly for this fight for freedom, Babai.” Ram sighed, wiping the sweat off his face as he turned to his uncle.

“I will fight with every ounce in my being, with my last breath I will fight to do whatever I can in making sure the British leave our land and we get back everything that rightfully belongs to us. But for me to fight, I need her. I need her beside me to be able to breathe the way I did before. I just,” he sat back down, looking into the fire with hopelessness. “I want her, Babai. Nothing else.”

Ram’s uncle rubbed his face as he sat down beside his nephew, looking into the fire. “Then go get her.” Ram looked up from the fire, staring as his uncle patted his back reassuringly. “I can take care of things over here, Ram. You go bring my daughter-in-law home.” Ram turned back to the flames as they reflected in his eyes, and after a very very long time, his uncle finally saw his nephew again.

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The Sun was just rising in Hyderabad when Ram finally got to Y/N’s house. The first rays of light hit Ram’s feet as he gazed at the mansion that belonged to his lady love, somehow completely dull. Something was wrong, he could tell as the mansion hollowly looked back at him, and he ventured in, looking for anyone at all. Since it was too early in the morning, maybe no one was around, Ram reasoned with himself as he looked around the spotless house.

A door creaked open and Y/N’s little brother walked out, rubbing his eyes. He was fully clothed in white, not any sign of the grand clothes he wore the last time Ram saw him, and panic began to set into Ram’s chest. The white clothes, no sign of people around, the talk of a plague going around in the city as bad as when Quli Qutb Shah ruled over centuries ago rang in ram’s brain as he staggered back, making Y/N’s brother finally notice him.

“Baava*!” He exclaimed, rushing to hug him, and Ram hugged the young boy back, tears already collecting in his eyes for multiple reasons. The boy pulled away and smiled wide at Ram, but frowned immediately, noticing his state. “Baava, what happened? Are you alright?”

Ram looked at him and ruffled his hair a little, turning around to the house. “Where’s everyone?” The kid sighed, sitting him down and offering a glass of water. “Amma went on a religious trip to Varanasi to pray and celebrate, and the house help will be here anytime soon.”

“Celebrate?”

“Yeah,” he looked up at Ram with nervous eyes. “Akka got infected by the plague, and was suffering all alone for almost two weeks. She was in a lot of pain, baava, and none of us could do anything to help her out. She kept saying that nothing will happen to her because she still hasn’t seen her Ram even while her health deteriorated drastically.”

Ram stopped breathing, fear gripping him tight at the thought of losing Y/N. he had nearly lost her and he didn’t actually know, what if she-“Thankfully she recovered all by herself, the physician who came to see her said it was a true miracle.” The boy smiled wide. “I think you kept her alive baava, wanting to see you made her fight even death. Today is Holi, which is why I’m dressed in white, and- oh look, the house help got here too.”

Ram looked up as people filled the house, and sighed to himself, leaning back. “Baava,” Ram looked up as the boy held out a set of white kurta pyjamas for him. “Get ready for Holi, it's Akka's favourite festival and I'm pretty sure she’s sleeping right now. She will wake up anytime soon and rush to get ready, so you should too. Wouldn’t want to miss your first Holi together, right?” Ram grabbed the clothes gratefully and began walking away but stopped at the last sentence. 

“Also please cut your hair and shave your beard, you look horrible. Akka likes finely groomed men so much more, trust me.”

“Yeah right, she likes me anyway.” Ram grumbled, but still scratched his beard thoughtfully as he walked to shower. Maybe the kid wasn’t wrong after all.

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231 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

yeah alcohol is cool but have you ever had your father look at you with sheer pride?

me neither, pass the bottle bitch.

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Bheem: *Walks up to Ram frowning*

Ram: What’s wrong?

Bheem: Jake called me dumb

*five minutes later*

Ram, being held back by Babai and Bheem, but frantically trying to break free to attack Jake: Bitch come here.

*Jenny, Sita, and Malli as sharing samosas as they watch this go down*

Jake: I'm standing right here

Ram: *pulls off shoe and throws it at him*

Jake: *gets a shoe straight to his face and goes down like a sack of potatoes*

Jenny and Malli: *cheer*

Sita: *wolf-whistles*

[enigma-the-mysterious]

Ram: ...And of course Bheem was there, looking at everyone with his beautiful eyes...

Sita: Why is he talking about Bheem?

Babai: I’m not sure. I asked him about the battle plans and now we’re here

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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?

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ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs : Traumatizing ram more than he already is, ssr levels of angst, ram going through it, death, torture, blood and violence.

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Ram was fine, he really was. Everything was going okay, he was working for the Britishers and not letting go any opportunities for the promotion let slip from his hands. He was just waiting.

Waiting for that one incident that would bring him everytime he ever wanted to achieve.

Beating the punching bags until they tore, running till his legs almost gave out or staying up late reading was just for the use of excessive energy, so he sleeps soundly.

Babai just liked to worry over him for no reason. He was okay, it was not like he was having nightmares that scared him from even letting his eyes close until it's him passing out quite literally from exhaustion.

It wasn't like he had constant panic attacks when he entered his bedroom, like he was repeatedly falling asleep on his desk.

It was not like he was a grieving widower, a lover drowning in sorrows or a man haunted but the ghost of the woman he once loved.

Who was he kidding? Not himself for sure, he was a grieving widower, a lover drowning in his sorrow in record time and a man that was being haunted by the woman he has loved more than his life.

Siara, that one name brought him both the relief of letting everything go and also the pain of choking on your own blood.

Siara Raisaar- no- Mrs. Siara Rama Raju Raisaar. She was…everything, his friend, his lover, his wife, his partner in his mission, everything.

Her father has trusted her with him with her after he joined the British army purely based on the fact that his daughter was in love with Venkatarama Raju's son.

She told him often how his father visited them when he used to come to the city, way before he started training revolutionaries.

He used to love it, just sitting and listening to her talk about any or everything. She was his home, his heart, his everything.

God she was beautiful, Long dark as night hair, beautiful brown eyes always lined with kohl, her anklets always chiming in sync with her beautiful laughter as she ran across the house away from him, dressed in the most beautiful of saris. She was a beauty that would make a God nervous.

Maybe that's why he took her from him or was it his karma coming back for torturing all those innocent people who were his own? He hasn't decided who to blame just yet. It has just been a little over a month.

The wounds from her departure were still fresh and stinging, something that was slowly and surely driving him insane.

Why? Because he was the one who killed her and no not only metaphorically, he has shot his wife quite literally.

He still feels sick whenever the thought comes up in his mind, heaving in the nearest bathroom like no tomorrow and it happens more often than not because it was haunting him every living moment he spends these days.

He still remembers the afternoon he first saw her, he was on market duty that day, it had been only a year since he joined the force so it was pretty reasonable.

The unforgiving sun of June was in a particularly punishing mood as he sat under the makeshift shed and the constables actually did the real work.

He was about to go get something to drink when a fight broke out nearby, his instincts carried him towards the crowd which he easily pushed his way through only to have a man collide with him.

Ram had groaned softly as he regained his footing only to lose his breath, between the market, yelling out and kicking and slapping two grown men, was a woman.

A delicate, soft looking woman who clearly had enough strength and technique to smack around two men of that size.

It takes a minute before he reminds himself why he had been there in the first place, stepping forwards and physically separating the woman from the man.

“That's enough!!”

The place fell silent as he let the fire roar himself to life and command the crowd with a practised ease, he then turns to the people involved and inquiring with them results in finding what all the fuss is about.

Apparently, the man had stolen from her purse and made nasty comments when she confronted her about the matter.

Ram had been a little amused and immensely impressed with the fire that blazed in her eyes, like it was a reflection of his soul shining in her orbs.

He had to arrest her for a day in jail, mainly to keep her away from damaging the man more than she already had because that head wound was pretty nasty.

They ended up chatting late night since he was on night duty too that day. For the first time he has felt a little as they shared past stories, unknowingly opening themselves to each other.

They haven't realised when they started meeting, away from the eyes of people, sitting and talking for hours or just holding each other through bad days and exactly six months ago her father decided to hand his only and dearly loved daughter to him.

The wedding ceremony was really small, his babai and her parents were all the crowd per say at their wedding and they were happy. They were so happy.

That was probably the only mistake he made, being happy. He should have known better with the track record of his fate? he should have never smiled in her presence.

Maybe it would have kept her alive.

The day still haunts him and it forever will, cursed with remembering every single thing about the brutal death of the one person who dedicated her everything to him

It was a cloudy sky, not an anomaly in August, by the looks of it rain would have hit soon enough. He was contemplating letting Siara know he could get stuck when he heard the commotion.

Stepping outside he had to physically keep himself from reacting when the woman he was supposed to go back home to was being dragged by her hair.

He was frozen in place though, people around him knew they were married and he knew this was going to get messy, really quick.

It took him a few minutes to gather himself and ask around of what in the name of God was happening.

Turns out she has been seen hiding the maps of British armoury.

But those were his plan- his thoughts cut off when he fears a familiar voice screaming followed by cracking of a whip.

Ram had never felt his throat close up as it did that day, his body was refusing to let any oxygen pass through as the interrogation which really was just a excuse for britishers to torture another one of their people.

He was suspended the following day, under the suspicion of helping his wife which was not true, it was the other way around. The plans were his not hers, she was the one covering him not the other way around.

God knows what she has said to them but the possibility of him being the actual culprit was not under consideration.

A few weeks later he got the opportunity to actually see her and as much as Ram loved her, he wished he had never seen her like that, he wished he would have simply let her be his beautiful Siara in his memories.

She was more blood than skin, hands tied above her head, legs shackled to the floor. Her soft skin had scars all over it, from head to toe she was bleeding from several cuts and the bruises were uncountable.

Her head hung low, her hair obstructing his view of her face, she would have sensed his presence because she had reacted as soon as he had taken another step forward.

“Ram…?”

He swore he would have had a breakdown, he seriously would have started crying if not for the guards outside. Her usual soft and firm voice was scratchy and low, he barely had caught his own name.

“Yeah it's me.”

His voice has never trembled like it had that day and when he looked up he had no way of stopping his tears from running down his face.

The scar of her face was painful to even remember, it ran diagonally, covering her whole face and by the looks of it, it had been a result of being struck by a piece of glass.

“Th..the guard…talk…about y..you rejoining…”

Her words barely had made sense but Ram was well versed in the woman he loved, he had caught on easily that she had wanted to know about his rejoining.

“The governor had given me an offer, he wanted me to be the one to execute you, to show my loyalty.”

Ram had always hated those white bastards but this was some another level of being a scoundrel. The silence in that cell had been choking, just her chains rattling as her arms moved a little.

“You should do it.."

He had really thought that either he had gone insane or she had.

“What? You want me to kill you?”

“Not like I will survive anyways, these assholes are good at the torture. Just say yes, let something good come out of this.”

He had wanted to yell and cry and ask her why she had covered for him to begin with but he had known answers to them, Babai had told him.

The layout of armoury Ram had sketched was with Babai at that time, he was shifting the place of the maps like they usually did.

What usually didn't happen was Britishers crossing paths with them, Siara had seen the inevitable outcome, snatched the papers from Babai and made a run for it, making sure the officers followed her and not anyone else.

He had cried for hours on end when he got to know, he didn't know if he was grateful for her being in his life or if he was simply a curse in her life.

He met governor Scott next morning reluctantly, his emotions were fading, he was re entering his old shell and it was scary, as he agreed to execute the woman he loved.

The bastard made the preparations in hours, the white asshole was just looking to enjoy what had happened that day.

He still remembers very clearly, he had fired twice, once in her abdomen, one in her chest. Those were his orders, Scott had cackled and promoted him a little higher than his rank at that time.

With that he was left to carry his dead wife home, he let her blood seep in his new uniform, it was she who had made it possible for him to begin with.

Coming three weeks were just him crying himself to sleep, waking from nightmares filled with her screams and crying himself to sleep again.

He still has those nightmares, seeing her all bloody and injured staring at him with blank eyes, her screams, those two gunshots, her pyre on fire. Everything, it was all a big nightmare that was destined to haunt him forever.

Even after he drowned himself in work and training, sleep remained a far-fetched idea which only came to him when he passed out once in three days.

He had stopped trying after the third week of her death, she had once told him he looked peaceful in his sleep so somewhere this was his punishment he had given himself. He didn't deserve to be peaceful, not after what she did for him.

His fate had written him a rough, hard path with no comfort and happiness and while he had first questioned it, whatever happened with Siara had him accept it.

It was better that he stayed on that rough path without allowing anyone in, for their own sake.

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Hello dear, hope you are having a good day!!

I got an another art request if you don't mind 👉👈

Can you draw this meme into rrr fanart with Ram, Bheem, Sita, Jenny, Lachu and Babai (as they discussed their strategy against Britishers) ?!

Preety plzzzzz😚💗

absolutely ❤️❤️ here ya go!! this meme is brilliant :DDD