#cla$$

[hoomanbeaning]

well @dhyanshiva tagged me in a post about assad zaman stans, also stanning chintan rachchh stans and while idrc about either of the actors (that deeply) i do love armand and faruq manzoor more than i could ever convey properly in words, so here's a silly lil textpost based on said characters muhahahaha 💁🏻‍♂️✨

[dhyanshiva]

I have a little something cooking for Mahi and it's linked to my OCs, a brainwave I had while discussing things with @cangse-sanren ✨

Let's goooooo [ @lakshana-ke-lakshan @friend-shaped-but ] 🧿

[fuck-i-like-too-much-stuff]

I rewatch one (1) old Cla$$ Netflix interview and suddenly im back at Ismail's tomb and the Kulfi lane and the Rooftop and the Staircase and the Pool and the Ruins and the

[carladuquette]

Did I just imagine Class getting renewed for season 2? Did that happen?? Was the show even real??? At this point I’m inclined to think maybe “Indian version of Elite” was just a fever dream a bunch of us shared 🫠

[bisexual-brainrot]

[thecookie-monster8]

Okay where do I even start?? Such a beautifully portrayed relationship that leaves you craving for more in S2! Veer with Yashika was 'Veer Ahuja' the heir of Ahuja Properties but with Saba, he's Veer, just Veer. He's that Veer who doesn't mind going to a garbage dump eating Kulfi as long as he's with her. He's that Veer who finds Saba's hesitation when he kisses her cute ! He absolutely can't take his eyes off her and wipe away that little smile while talking to her.. All this while with Yashika, he's status oriented considering she's also on the same financial level plus their parents approve. He's never felt what intimacy is until that night in the swiming pool with Saba. He never knew how addictive a mere caress could be until she does that and boy he doesn't want her to stop... Yashika and Veer never loved each other and how would they anyway with status money and parents interfering constantly? It was always a relationship of convenience. He didn't call Yashika for comfort while visiting jail for his dad. He knew Saba was his go to person. The defeated look in Veer's eyes when he realizes the utter disappointment Saba felt watching him beat those people blue is when he knows she is all that will ever matter. Her silence mattered. Her walking away mattered.... all in all I'll always ship Veer and Saba because they need each other! Kudos to Zeyn and Madhyama for bringing them to life so effortlessly! I sincerely hope they don't do them dirty like they did Guzman and Nadia

[cangse-sanren]

I DID IT

not my best work but by Jove is it finally done and out of my system

[jasmine-tea-enjoyer-2]

can anyone translate tum kaafi ho by zahra paracha? or at least point me to a translation? i love the way that song sounds, but i don’t speak any urdu.

[truegodofthearena]

Heyy love your account. Would love your take on Veer and Sabe from Class. What does she like about him? What romantic scene do you want to see them do in season 2? Hope you can answer. Lots of love - Ann

Wow where to even start? Chaos meets grace is probably the jist of them isn’t it? We all know opposites attract and it’s always a hook point in many shows but it’s done so well in Class. There’s tropes all over the place but it’s all the ones we love and the chemistry just flows seamlessly. I love loved LOVED Guzman and Nadia in Elite so I was not expecting to love Veer and Saba so much but I did ! Granted they’re not as fleshed out as the Spanish counterpart but just the show is so desi, the local music vibes and characters who are so relatable and real and who we as kids have seen around us, kind of makes Class much closer to my heart than Elite will ever be. It’s darker and more nuanced. The color palette, the cinematography, it’s just so unique and it just adds layers to the show and couples as a whole. While Guzman and Nadia date on fairytale streets of Spain, Veer and saba have dates in the junkyard surrounded by mud, demolition, reconstruction, public eyes and scrutiny and if that’s not symbolic of their uncertain future I don’t know what is.

Lol I guess saba sees in Veer what we all see in him. The subversion of expectations from someone like him. He’s an asshole with everyone else but with her he’s soft, gentle, caring. He’s an entitled brat but he’s also apparently a gentleman? Who won’t take advantage of a situation. That touches her. His genuine concern for the well being of his trouble maker sister. Saba, as we know, can relate lol. Faruq is a handful too. The way Veer fucks up massively but then has the courage to publicly apologize. He’s confronted her dad twice , once to apologize and once to fight her case to stay in school. A girls gotta melt at that. Him not resting until he has her apology. Despite failing many times lol. His self insight that comes slow but does come eventually lol. His determination to do better despite his self destructive tendencies. He’s a work in progress for sure, but there’s a lot of lovable things about him. His loyalty and protectiveness another one. The list goes on… which is probably why he has that ugly temper. Coz otherwise Veer is basically a privileged arrogant teddy bear tbh lol.

Nadia and Guzman had so many great moments in season 2 ugh. The first time she dresses up at the club and he can’t keep his eyes off of her. Their first kiss. Their first time ahem ahem… that locker room scene? Lol if that happens in Class I would just die ❤️👌 But one of my favorite moments is also which comes later when Guzman tries to help out Nadia and gets employed with his dad to pitch in the workload so Nadia can study lol. Imagine Veer working for Saba’s dad so saba gets more time to study lol. Wouldn’t that be a treat to watch ! Haha. Also jealous Guzman was *chef’s kiss* so I bet Veer can do it even better if given the chance. That would be so so fun to watch.

Thanks for asking ! I’m obsessed with this show and them :) What about you? What would you like to see with them?

[dhyanshiva]

I genuinely have enemity with every media I've written for.

sometimes i say things on twitter and then make a little graph about it

[hoomanbeaning]

🎶and autumn comes when you're not yet done with the summer passing by but i don't think i could stand to be where you don't see me🎶

mitski's francis forever

*back flips* this one's for the veersaba nation let's goooo!!!literally just @dhyanshiva, @wowthatsextra & i ig currently

[dhyanshiva]

the act/art of letting go | 25.01.25

Header above by me; playlist at the end of this post.

This is probably a precursor to a piece I'll be posting to ao3 sometime in the near future. That one's quite heavy, I guess this is the act of the weight crushing them in order to give context to that. You don't have to read this to read that (if at all).

TWs for their arcs and everything it entailed and suggested. There's honestly too many to list. This has no editing or proof reading and typed ready to post on the tumblr itself - it's an attempt to ease back into long form writing, hence the spontaneity.

Take care if you proceed.

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Dhruv needed more than a few minutes to settle down to a normal heart rate on tearing himself from the confines of the nightmare. It hadn't been anything grotesque or unfathomable. And that's what made it a hundred times worse. That it was so real was agony.

Faruq's utterance of his name - in mirth, in awe, in love, in worry last of all - echoed around him as he drowned. Just out of reach from the surface he was trying to claw through towards. Then, he'd finally emerge, gasping for breath, and the voice, Faruq as a presence would just. Vanish before he could say another word. Walking backwards. Just out of reach.

And before Dhruv's heart could actually break, there'd be a hand pulling him back under the currents. He'd spot a cufflink, a red blazer sleeve and hear a harsh yell of reprimand in just his name and then. Silence as he struggled and suffocated before returning to wakefulness yet again.

It was a cycle he didn't know how to break. Didn't want to break, if it meant forgetting his voice once and for all... but -

Dhruv shivered as he stood before the open window, not so idly assessing the view storeys below. Dawn was creeping towards them all, stealthily and the quiet vibration of his phone filled him with dread. Balli. Telling him in his own roundabout way that Saba had told him that Faruq's nikaah was... next week.

The ring of the alarm a couple doors down pulled Dhruv away from the window and instead to his bathroom. On the way, he stopped for his recent purchase. He'd known love, he'd known pain, he knew loss, he knew hopelessness. All this pain was only worth it because at least he'd. At least he'd loved Faruq and been loved back.

So. If he died now, at least he'd lived to experience something like that. Amidst the curses, sin and burden of it all, at least he'd been blessed beyond measure, more than he deserved.

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“I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.”

― Yann Martel, Life of Pi

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Kilometeres away, Faruq winced as he awoke from a fitful sleep with something digging into his cheek. The last vestiges of the light in Dhruv's eyes as he held him close carried through just as the darkness in his cold room lifted.

The damage came from the ring that felt like it was cutting the circulation off, also digging into his smallest finger. Almost cyclical, Faruq welcomed the heinous pain of his nightmares and memories if only for the relief definitely loving him and being loved provided.

A small priceless mercy. It had been excruciating, to break their last kiss and pull away, when all he wanted to do was hold him close, run away, escape, stay alive.

Trading certain death for these shackles felt like cowardice but... but surely this guaranteed that Dhruv had a chance at life?

Faruq had carried unease for so long, it existed in parallel, like a seventh sense. This wariness though, it felt new and true. Unshakeable, with nothing to show for it.

It would only be assuaged with seeing Dhruv (entirely impossible and never again) that the monster would abate. It was a monster, an amalgamation of all their fears, their acceptance, their regret, the hate. Dhruv had finally let him leave, but hadn't hated him for doing so, no matter how much Faruq hated himself.

If Dhruv was still his to hold and love, he'd shake his head, smiling. He'd embrace him as he trembled, quiet. He'd soothe him with words no one else thought him deserving of. He loved him. He gave him hope. And Faruq had walked away, He'd reached out, only to leave him one last time.

Instead of succumbing to sleep and a deceitful siphoning (in their separation) of love that he'd been so selflessly given, Faruq steeled himself for a new day, his heartbeat shaky, but only existent in his death for the love had had once lived in.

And it would have to be enough.

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Playlist:

[carladuquette]

Naina & Moses’ friendship >>> whatever it is Koel and Sharan got going on

[dhyanshiva]

Impromptu writing and vibing to vampire by olivia rodrigo, acknowledging the contrast in content whilst doing so

quick what is everyone doing right now

[bisexual-brainrot]

This is precisely where the concept of Veer's character arc in my fic came from 💀

[truegodofthearena]

anyone know when class season 2 will go into production and start filming? My insta is giving me class feels again with the Kay beauty campaign