#bhagy

[bhoomikakalam]

जानिये अपना भाग्य अपने हाथ की लकीरो से- bhoomika kalam

[caribbeanvibesblog]

[morethansalad]

Bhagi & Bodi Feta Casserole (Vegan)

[shisogelee]

just had an indian so good i feel dizzy

[warnermeadowsgirl]

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[folklore-girl]

ek ladki bheegi bheegi bhaagi si — a short story

a/n: okok so i tried my best for you @androgynous-pavbhaji <3 since this is your secret santa gift? im so sorry for posting this so late, this was supposed to come out a long time ago.. but ig happy new year? hope you like this!

word count: 0.6k

warning(s): bad writing, cringe dialogues + a shitty asf story in general :( im so so sorry.

raindrops splattered on the sidewalk as i hurriedly made my way to the bus stop, my clothes drenched from the downpour. my hands held up my handbag to shield my head from the rain and to try and deflect some heavy raindrops, but all in vain. for the millionth time, i cursed my stupid self for not carrying an umbrella, even though we were deep in winter, and there was no way I could’ve predicted this. i still should have.

and, to top it all, i was horribly late to my bus.

when i reached the bus stop a thousand years later, my shoes were soaked and my head was in an overdrive. i noticed a guy—probably my age—waiting at the stop too and decided i should probably wipe the mess off my face.

so, i took out my napkin, just to drop it on the ground like an absolute idiot. and as i bent to pick it up, the guy on the right offered me his napkin, in spotless white.

i was scared. not of the guy, but of ruining his napkin by using it. he saw me hesitate and said, “arey, it’s fine. i have spare.”

“pakka?” i asked, uncertainly.

“yup,” he said and i thanked him, smiling.

he smiled back. and i thought, wow. i guess men aren’t all bad, then.

i took the napkin from him and dabbed my face with it gently, still scared to damage it. when i was giving it back, he said “it’s ok, you can keep it.”

“you sure?” i asked again.

“yes!!” he laughed, “it’s alright, you know. i don’t bite.”

“no, but, i’m not used to all this,” i gestured with my hands and his eyebrows rose in confusion. “kindess?” i finished lamely.

“well then, you will be soon,” he winked and i looked away because i was in a loss of words.

meeting a decent man made me feel like i was in some other dimension, some dream where kind strangers were real and not a thing to read in tumblr posts and fawn over.

by now, my heartbeat had slowed down and my breaths were much less frantic, so we talked about our buses.

“oh, me too,” he smiled, “we’re both going to mumbai.”

“that’s nice,” i smiled as the bus approached the stop, “i bet the ride is gonna be fun.”

he smiled, “hopefully.”

we hauled up our luggage and sat in the bus, me in the window seat with him by my side.

we talked for almost the entire ride there, exchanging our names and talking shit about distant relatives (my lord, we had the same type of humour). and when we grew bored of talking, we both decided to do something else. he plugged in his earphones and i found out that i couldn’t find mine anywhere.

i looked out of the window and i could tell it was going to be a long road.

he noticed and offered to share his wired ones. feeling utterly helpless, i gave in.

later, we discovered that our music tastes were very similar and i soon found myself scooting closer to him as we listened to his playlist together.

by the time shuffle lead us to ‘i guess i’m in love’, i knew the feeling burning up in my chest, threatening to spill over. it was beautiful and warm, like sunlight filtering in through the curtains. like the first day of spring, my heart was blooming and after a long time, i felt the butterflies.

but it couldn’t be, could it?

i woke up to the sound of mumma calling my name. i’d fallen asleep with my head in my arms, crossed on the windowsill while rain poured outside and my chai grew colder with each passing minute. right next to it, my phone had just finished playing the song “ek ladki bheegi bhagi si” on my wired earphones and suddenly the surreal scenario in my head made sense.

i guess it was a dream, after all.

xoxo

[hum-suffer]

My fellow ishman brainrot darlings, I've got a question:

I saw a prompt reel where instead of the Haunting Adeline characters, Ishman were the main characters and Shubhman was the stalker, right? (Assuming you're already aware of the horror that Haunting Adeline is)

And then I saw another reel where the main character has a stalker but the stalker is v helpful and stalker just yk folds his laundry, cleans his driveway etc because stalker knows MC is tired from his everyday life.

Now, i wanted to mesh these two for Ishman. Tags would be

Versatile Ishman, slight spice, stalker romance ofc, puppy Shubhman, tired professor Ishan, NO STUDENT TEACHER RELATIONSHIP, Virat playing the protective big brother, Rohit actually getting shit done by forgetting the shit he's SUPPOSED to get done. Also, NO NON CON/ DUB CON

Would y'all read this?

Also if you've got any ideas pls do tell me, i literally don't know how to start with this one

Tagging: @kyayaarkiraa @onthecloudseven @mayakimayahai @ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou @ek-ladki-bheegi-bhagi-si @amrut-aa @khwxbeeda

[maxcuntstappen]

Charles Leclerc & Scuderia Ferrari; love, faith, belief

'possibility' by david levithan / laurence edmondson, ESPN / 'don't swallow the cap' by the national / 'escapade' by david levithan / giles richard, the guardian / 'gospel' by david levithan / 'the cave' by mumford & sons / 'antichrist' by the 1975 / tejas venkatesh, the sports rush / pranay bhagi, essentially sports

F1 Web Weaves

[vijayasena]

MATHRUBHUMI....

Prologue.......

just like two sides of coins she also had two sides one was for all the world and another was just hiding underneath..

she also had the same goals as them

but all of them had different ways to achieve them..

all had promises to fullfill..

some picked up most painful and difficult path to achieve them ..

emotions hurt, feelings hurt, damage takes place for two hearts

but this is all about their nation .. they can do anything for their nation..

.Plot ..

Niyati Was never one of those woman who considered being an obedient wife and a servant to their family is all about a woman's existence in the society..

Living with a fire to finish the British Rule from India since childhood she only had one aim..

Send those whites on their own motherland for good..

She worked hard to achieve this aim despite being born in that time period where people considered woman as a burden and thought if they studied like men they will gonna be corrupt..

She was a rebel, fiesty and sassy woman who didn't cared about conservative mind..

But her life took a big turn when she was forced to get married to a person who served as the police officer to those filthy whites.. a traitor in her eyes..

But he also had valid reasons for serving to those people

Who captured his motherland..

She never cared about him

He didn't cared about her.

Just like strangers

And both were happy with it..

He represented fire

Whereas she was like Earth gentle yet capable of making chaos.. 

And in their non existent relationship there was one more thing that both shared..

Both have promises to fullfill

Their goals were same

Their aim was similar

But both were walking on different paths..

Until third person a best friend for Ram a brother for niyati stepped in their life and this time things took 360 degree turn..

..A saga ..

People fix each other

Again break each other

Hate each other

Fall for each other

Become friends

Then strangers

Again become enemies ..

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N I Y A T I

..W A Y A N G N A K A R ..

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A G E : 22

" The worst thing about betrayal is..

It never comes from strangers"

" Not all women like to sit back and look pretty"..

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S I T A R A M

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A G E : 23

" The only thing that can completely destroy me, shatter me and hurt me are my own emotions"..

" I am a monster in my own eyes"....

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[itz-stus]

Okay okay so hear me out what If dazai came to reality in desi readers houseeeeeee

Masterlist

What a Reality

"Uthja Y/n! Late ho rahi hai teri bus ane wali hai! JALDI UTH!"("Wake up Y/!! You're going to be late, your bus is about to come!! Wake u quickly!!") Your aunt screamed from the kitchen packing your lunch as you hurried out of your bed and quickly freshen up

Running down the stairs as you hurriedly ate your breakfast as your aunt scolds you "Itni late karti hai ye ladki! Ab mein nahi hongi ghar pe toh kaise samhale gi!" ("What should I do with this lazy girl! I'll be out of here how will you manage it?!")

"Sorry, Sorry." You apologized as you hug her and run off to take the bus.

As you arrived at your university, you glanced out the window and spied the same landscape; the same trees, road, same people, same rumors, and subjects.

Being bored with all this, you sighed and closed your eyes as the bus halted and your friend got on board and sat next to you.

"Aur bata kaisi hai?" ("So how are you?") She asked as you sighed and replied

"Kuch nahi bas neend a rahi hai"("Nothing just sleepy") You replied telling her the half-truth, it was true you were tried and sleepy but not because of the morning there was just nothing new to do it was all just waking up then go to university study for 8 hr and then get back home then study...It was just an endless loop of burden...You just wished for something interesting or a miracle to happen.

Going to university you saw the only thing you have probably not noticed all these years and thought,

'Koi naya mohala bana hai kya? Yaha kab se barigates lagne lage?' ('Is there a new collony setteling? There were never so many barigates here?')

Looking at the mysteriously abandoned road with a few buildings still in construction.

The day was just starting and you already felt drained out of boredom no one in your class came today all your friends were home and you just felt like an idiot for coming to university.

It was your game period as you decided to take a risky decision very learn you were going to bunk classes.

You packed your bag and walked out of the class when everyone was outside. You were never really in the limelight of the school so even if you go on a bunk no one would notice, it was the perfect time you had the keys to your home and some money to take a rikshaw or cab home.

Somehow you snuck out of university honestly the best thing you have ever done!! You were finally doing something new and you loved it, the excitement in you was growing as every second passed by. You were walking towards the main road when you found the same ally that was under construction. The classic shady ally that could be possessed. But, despite being scared, you followed your curiosity like the old saying goes, 'curiosity killed the cat'.

You walked towards the lonely ally as shivers ran down your spine looking at the chilly atmosphere. Looking around you saw a little glowing stone it almost looked like gold as you picked it up wanting to inspect it even more.

Big mistake, huge even. Bright lighting immersed you as you closed your eyes shut due to the bright light. You felt a weight on you as you fell to the ground. You open your eyes to look at what or rather who was over you as you find a young man of around age 17 over you. He had formal clothing on with bandages soaked in blood and mildly wavy, short, dark brown hair, and narrow dark brown eyes with one eye covered with a bandage.

This made you flustered as you pushed him back and scooted to the side. Waking the boy as he looked around him. Confused he mumbled something which you couldn't understand.

"Where am I?" He mumbled to himself as you let out "Huh?".

His attention then shifted towards you as he slowly stands and gives you a helping hand in standing up.

'D-Dazai! Dazai Osamu kaha se ya yaha pe! Mami sahi kaha rahi thi mein bahut sone lagi hu!! Mein pagal ho rahi sahi mein!!' ('D-Dazai! How is Dazai Osamu here? Aunt was correct I shouldn't sleep this much!! I'm going mad!!!') Wild thoughts ran through your mind as the chain was broken with a deep voice.

"Hello lady, Can you tell me where I am? I have no clue how I got here?" Dazai said in Japanese which you couldn't understand as your sweat dropped.

"Speak English?" You asked in short as Dazai sighed and replied in English

"My English not very good, sorry."

"Can you tell me where I am?" In broken in English as he asked as you immediately replied

"India, You are in India."

"India? How..."

"I don't know..." You looked at him as you saw his arm bleeding soaking his sleeve and bandages

"He bhagwan! Your arm is bleeding! Let's get you to the hospital...Are nahi voh bhi nahi kar sakte mere pas na toh id hai na hi mein iski koi Id proof de sakti hu..." ("Oh no can't do that either, I don't have my Id or his Id or documentation.")

You were just mumbling to yourself as you saw Dazai just questioning your behavior making you think he was judging you as you shuffled and quickly turned towards him and gestured towards him.

"Will you come with me?" You asked him slowly making sure he got what you meant as he just nodded.

As you both took off towards your home taking the fasted transport in India the rickshaw.

You both were silent thinking random thoughts and looking outside.

Dazai's mind was raised with so many questions.

'How am I here? This is so different from anything back home...People have no abilities...How can get out? I guess let's just follow this girl till I'm able to find a way back home....'

While you had your questions 'How is he here? I'm sure Dazai Osamu was either supposed to be dead or just in anime...How am I going to explain this to my Aunt...What am I going to do...Let's just get his injuries fixed first...'

But both of you had the same question in mind...

'Will I/he be able to go back?'

You two arrived home you quickly went to get your phone looked for a Japanese translator and typed as the translator spoke

"Please make yourself at home...I will get the first aid kit for your wounds." It said as Dazai shook his head making you tilt your head as he spoke in the app in Japanese.

"No need to worry it's fine." He said as you shook your head violently writing as the AI spoke

"Please, it's the least I can do, If you are not comfortable I'll leave to get you some comfortable clothes and leave the first aid here for you to use it and the bathroom open for you to shower."

Dazai listened and sighed as he nodded.

When you left to get him clothes he looked around the house finding your pictures in your room as well as many thick books university labeled by your name and placed in a column you named "b.tech college books".

He freshened up as he was thinking of the possibilities of what caused this problem. He came out of the bathroom patching his wounds as he wrapped a towel around his waist. Hearing the sound of clicking the door as you entered your apartment.

"Vaise toh iske kafi fayde bhi hai at least mujhe bore toh nahi hona padega akele vaise hi ab Mami mere sath rahengi nahi." ("Well, this is also great at least I won't be lonely when aunt won't be living with me") You mumbled as you entered the room and looked at Dazai who only had a towel on as bandages wrapped around his chest. You owlishly dropped the bad as heat rose to your cheeks as you slammed the door blushing.

"Here are the clothes!! Please make yourself at home!!" You screamed from outside.

"Eh?"

Both of you were now sitting at the dining table as you had made some sandwiches for Dazai forcing him to eat since he refused to do so.

The silence was thinking as you took your phone and typed as the AI spoke again.

"Do you know how you got here?"

Dazai shook his head saying no. as he spoke in the microphone.

"No but I do know what is happening, I looked around and found that I have time-traveled or something like that. My name is Dazai Osamu. I'm from Japan though I think this was a doing of an ability user but...how did his ability work on me? So! It's out of my head! Since I have no place to go will a lovely lady like yourself commit a double suicide with me?" He asked holding her hand as she violently shook her head.

"No, How about I teach some of the native languages here since you don't know when you'll be going or if you'll be going back. So at least you would know how to communicate with people and for the place well you can live with me. How does that sound?" The AI was interpreted as offering the boy your help.

"Will he be able to back? Will you tell him that he is not a real human? That he is just fictional? That all his pain and suffering is just meant for entertainment...Or will you take advantage of this to cure your loneliness and boredom...Will this decision chage the anything?"

[shayriara]

#laachaari

किसी के भाग्य मे इतनी लाचारी ना लिख राम कि उसे रास्ता मौत लगे

ज़ब वो सर झुकाये तेरे सजदे मे तो उसे लकीरें भी लकीरो की सौत लगे...

Kisi me bhagy me itni laachaari na likh raam ki use rasta mout lage

Jb vo sir jhukaaye tere sajde me to use lakeere bhi lakeero ki sout lage..

- Krishna sharma (कृष्णा शर्मा )

[bhagimk]

"It gets lonely in the woods"

Drawing the woods is something I do often to make me feel calm. The lines just help me move in sort of autopilot, which I find comforting.

Hope y'all like it!

- Bhagi

[insane-in-the-membranee]

Just confirming, this is @/ek ladki bheegi bhagi si only right?.. sry if I butchered your previous url 🤍

Yup yup! Nah you didn't dw!! I went through a complete blog transformation haha 😭😭

[verses-n-moon]

Yaqeen.

Hazrat Yusuf (A.S) jaante thy ke sab darwaze band hayn lekin phir bhe wo un band darwazo ki simt bhagy thy, ku ke wo jaante thy unka Allah unke liye darwaza zaroor kholega. Agar tumhen lagy ke tamam darwaze band hayn, phir bhe yaqeen se chalte rehna, kiu ke tumhara aur Hazrat Yusuf (A.S) ka khuda aik he hay. wo yaqeen karne walo ko mayus nhi karta.

[warnermeadowsgirl]

Daddy's Little Surprise

Dad!Prabhas × Mom!Fem!OC

The sun was beginning to set over the sprawling city skyline as Prabhas sat down for an interview with a leading entertainment magazine. Dressed in a crisp suit, he exuded his trademark charm and charisma, ready to discuss his latest film project and share insights into his life off-screen. Little did he know, a delightful surprise was about to make its way into the interview.

As the interview began, Prabhas settled comfortably into his chair, his gaze focused on the interviewer as they delved into the intricacies of his upcoming film. But just as the conversation started to flow, the sound of tiny footsteps echoed through the room, followed by a cheerful voice calling out, "Nanna!"

Prabhas turned in surprise to see his 5-year-old daughter, Aria, standing at the doorway, her eyes wide with excitement and a mischievous grin on her face. Behind her stood Shreya, his wife, trying to stifle a laugh as she watched their daughter's unexpected entrance.

"Nanna, can I come in?" Aria asked, her voice filled with excitement.

Prabhas couldn't help but smile at the sight of his daughter, her innocence and enthusiasm lighting up the room. "Of course, Bangaru," he replied, gesturing for her to come closer.

With a squeal of delight, Aria bounded into the room, her tiny feet pitter-pattering against the floor as she made her way to her father's side. She climbed onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight embrace.

The interviewer chuckled at the adorable sight before them. "Looks like we have a special guest joining us today," they remarked, amusement evident in their tone.

Prabhas grinned, his heart swelling with love for his daughter. "Yes, it seems Aria wanted to say hello," he replied, his voice filled with warmth.

As the interview resumed, Aria sat perched on her father's lap, listening intently as he spoke about his latest film and the challenges he faced while portraying his character. Every now and then, she would interject with a question of her own, her curiosity piqued by the conversation unfolding before her.

Shreya watched from the sidelines, a proud smile on her face as she observed the bond between father and daughter. She knew that moments like these were precious, a reminder of the love and joy that their family shared.

As the interview drew to a close, the interviewer turned to Aria with a playful twinkle in their eye. "Aria, do you have anything you'd like to say to your daddy's fans?" they asked, directing the question towards the young girl.

Aria's eyes lit up at the opportunity to address the camera. "I love you, Nanna!" she exclaimed, her voice ringing out with sincerity. "And thank you to all the fans for loving my Nanna too!"

The room erupted into laughter and applause as Aria's heartfelt message resonated with everyone present. Prabhas hugged his daughter tightly, overwhelmed with love and gratitude for the precious gift she was to him and his family.

As the interview came to an end, Prabhas bid farewell to the interviewer and thanked them for their time. Turning to Aria, he scooped her up into his arms, ready to embark on the next adventure that awaited them as father and daughter.

As they made their way out of the room, hand in hand, Prabhas couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the unexpected joy that Aria had brought into his life. She may have crashed his interview, but in doing so, she had filled his heart with a love that knew no bounds. And for that, he would be forever grateful.

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[mad-who-ra]

Hi, madhu di long time no see. Please help me find some good imagine of Vidyut Jammwal cause I can't get enough of the guy🥲 please.

Oooh have you tried @ek-ladki-bheegi-bhagi-si ‘s imagines?