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Cocktail Party Attire: Sequin Sarees For Millennial Bridesmaids!

With sultry cuts, drapes, and embellishments that accentuate your angles, Cocktail sarees(sequins sarees) is the call for Indo-western evening wear. However, charming Cocktail Sarees are the pick for you, If you’re a die-hard saree lover who doesn’t want to gutter the nine yards.

Go sheer, add shimmer and trim it with style to be the head acrobat at any event. A beautiful saree imbibes grace and beauty that’s added to the overall appearance of the bridegroom as she chooses this awful vesture to beautify her marriage festivities. However, we got you covered, If you’re looking for trendy and beautiful Cocktail Sequins sarees to choose from.

Wedding is all about the looks, glamour, and photo chick function. Bridesmaids and the family want to look extraordinary on the occasion of the wedding. The bride looks beautiful in her wedding ceremonies whether it is a sangeet party or Ganesh pooja. Women are most attracted to the Indian sarees which are traditional clothes of Indians.

Sequin sarees are the trending fabric all over the world right now. The sequin sarees are most preferable to wear at cocktail parties or evening parties. The sequence work sarees look rich and awesome in the evening as its highlighter the saree itself.

We’ve gathered contrivers who master the art of creating an awful nine yards that you need to explore before you hit the request in the quest for your Cocktail sarees.

Latest And Trending High-End Designer Saree

From textures that are feather-suchlike to the touch to embellishments that sparkle when they catch someone’s eyes, Sequence Saree Designs by these contrivers are worth every penny spent on them.

When you, as the bridegroom, walk into the venue in a saree, rather than a suit or matrimonial lehenga, you are bound to leave everyone awestruck. A bridegroom in a Glitter saree leaves an everlasting print on people and will always be deified for her courage and fineness in pulling off a royal look at her marriage.

The Regal Blue

Being the precursor of new swells of fashion to the world of traditional attires has taken the trend of the sequins saree to a whole new position where we’ve seen Deepika Padukone show this royal blue saree for her elevations. It is a great pick for the Cocktail party, and the luster is just right for you to set the mood.

Half and Half Saree

The double shadowed or dual-stretched sequence work saree has always been huge in the fashion script. Make sure you enjoy one in white, out-white, tableware, and golden tones. Platoon up your glam saree with sheer fabric blouses or blouses in fancy bishop sleeves. We’re sure you’ll look jazzy in this flattering cut dana and sequin embroidery saree with lycra pallu.

Georgette Sequin Saree

If you are in the mood to dress up for your fete regale or Cocktail; this hot georgette bejeweled number will not let you down. The flamboyant appeal of the red Sequence saree and the suitable frills make the outfit perfect to meet the flashy trend of your essays.

The Luscious Lilac

Nushrat Bharucha has also joined the crusade trend of the sequin saree and made sure that her lilac pick from Manish Malhotra is one of the trending filmland on the internet. This piece is an absolute stunner, and when paired with the right diamond jewelry, you are ready to set the stage on fire on your Sangeet night or Cocktail party.

You can find Manish Malhotra’s sequin saree collection 2022 at his website and grab the ideas to wear the stunning sequin sarees.

The Voluptuous Savant Herbage

The Pantone mint shade is gorgeous, and it is a subtle color that is made into a gorgeous piece with intricate sequin work. Natasha Poonawala has joined the Manish Malhotra party by exhibiting this Heavy sequin saree with a magnificent Satlada haar made of plum.

This saree can be your perfect pick for the Event party, and some bold kohl eyes and light lip tones would not let you down. Also, watch out for Sonam Kapoor’s sequin saree looks for your next event. I’m sure you get some trending and unique styles of wearing sequin sarees.

Waffle Sequin Saree

All that glitters does not inescapably have to be gold. It can be enough bejeweled saree too. Since the sequin-crusted saree are back in the limelight; you will go gaga over this olive-green sequin number, apt for marriage parties and carnivals. The sultry green drape will make people’s heads turn.

Ready Pleated Saree

B- City hotties have always told us how to rock a shimmery sequin saree. The party-ready pleated sequin saree designs will help you shine bright and high like the queens and snare all the eyeballs this time. You can select your combinations of colors and fabric according to your comfort.

If you are in hurry to catch the wedding function last moment, then this ready pleated sequins saree is all you need. One can wear a ready-made sequin saree within 5 minutes and get ready for the occasion. you can save your time as well as get a chance to present yourself at the function with beautiful attire.

The Gorgeous Gray

Tara Sutaria has not only taken the B- city by a storm with her stimulating chops on screen and that smile to die for, but she has made some remarkable statements in the world of fashion. This slate Manish Malhotra saree that she flaunts can be a perfect pick for a Sangeet form. It is sophisticated yet addresses the party! Order your Sequence Saree Online for the occasion.

You can have at least party wear saree in your wardrobe. Whether it is a cocktail party or wedding sangeet you can wear that classic designer sarees to slay at the function.

Final Words

If you can check Manish Malhotra’s sequin wear sarees which celebrity wears the most. From Kareena Kapoor to Hina khan wears the fashion trend of the year.

Are you still not sure what to wear to the Cocktail Party? Solicitude is not cos we got your reverse, girl! A cocktail party or sangeet function is one of the coolest matrimonial observances where both the families dance till they drop.

There lies a gorgeous Cocktail outfit that needs to be perfect for your occasion. From being elegant to glamorous, the Cocktail party outfit is a commodity that should be comfortable and enough at the same time.

So, Sequin Saree Online has stunning Cocktail party outfit options for our misters whether you are looking to wear a cape bottom-length Cocktail gown or thinking of bracing your pre-draped saree with a belt & bridesmaids that you can Rent or Buy under at affordable rates.

Suvidha Fashion has the latest sequins and sarees and designer sarees along with the wedding collection for the bride-to-be. check out their website for more ethnic wear collections for women, men, and kids. Also, they provide a 10% discount on your first purchase whether it is in India, USA, or Mauritius. You can order the wedding sarees or sherwani from USA and Mauritius with standard shipping policy and affordable prices.

Shop the celebrity designer sarees online from the one and only Suvidha Fashion family shop.

Interested? Check them out and pick your five for the Cocktail function.

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[chanelandbirkins]

Sonam Kapoor in Tarun Tahiliani for Oprah Winfrey’s bash (2012)

[lxdymoon0357]

Meet my OCs again!!!

Name: Reo Takahashi

Age: 20 years old

Height: 6'4

Ethnicity: Japanese

Species: Human

Job: Mafia Boss

Personality: He's known to be cruelest Asian mafia to be there in the whole underground fanction, and though that reputation is true to some extent, he is mostly a sweet person to his loved ones and kind of clueless about world, even though he is a mafia he was mostly a protected child.

Likes: Cold coffee, chow-chow, raspberries, koto, resin flower dagger, eyeliner.

Dislikes: Being late, dark chocolate, sausage, uggs.

Yandere type: obsessive, protective, manipulative and loving

Name: Ceseline Lynea

Age: 16-19 years old

Height: 5'4

Ethnicity: Japanese-Indian

Species: Lion hybrid

Job: A café shop owner/ manager

Personality: Ceseline is well known in her social circle to be motherly, but though that's true, she's also very chaotic and weird, often confusing people if she has a twin. Her duality helps her with her friendships and every single one of her relationship, sometimes she needs to be motherly and calm and other times she can be chaotic and weird.

Likes: Baby animals, swings, Indian sweets, saree, soft blankets.

Dislikes: hunters, people who are rude for no reason, sweaty people, her height

Yandere type: serving, protective, possessive, obsessive

Name: Emilianna Mylena

Age: 17-19 years old

Height: 5'5

Ethnicity: German

Species: human

Job: Uni student/ part-time barista for Ceseline

Personality: Quite a playful person, loves to spend time with the ones she loves except for her parents, who though were around didn't took part in her raising a lot, only her uncle who was single and she would often spend time with her grandmother, she's quite a sweet person, often helping people she loves and prefers to spend her time alone.

Likes: cranberries, shakes, beaches, volleyball

Dislikes: crowds, people who are loud, pushy people, coffee

Yandere type: Sadistic, caring, possessive, obsessive

Name: Allistor Hillard

Age: ???

Height: 6'0

Ethnicity: british-latino

Species: half-angel half- demon

Job: Librarian, part-time Assassin

Personality: He was raised by two mothers, he's knows to treat someone nicely despite their colour, age, gender, label, sexuality and Ethnicity. He is deemed the perfect 'boyfriend/husband' material by his friends and he knows how to treat someone the way they deserve to be treated. He loves to give affection, get someone gifts, be of service to someone or be possessive, fight someone, get jealous enough to keep you home, it's one thing he's made about a perfect mix of an angel and a demon.

Likes: rabbits, chai-tea, white chocolate, Rainy days, stone paths

Dislikes: Hot days, Glitter, anybody who tried to belittle or harass anybody for their own pleasure, Annoying people

Yandere type: puppy, servicing, loving, possessive

Name: Rikurou Takahashi

Age: 20-26 years old

Height: 6'2

Ethnicity: Japanese

Species: human

Job: assassin, hacker, part-time mafia

Personality: Rikurou, Reo's elder brother is somebody who refuses to say he loves his brother, but he shows it, but unlike in front of his brother, he shoes his whole affection in front of his darling. He loves to spoil them as well, though quite delusional and extremely good at manipulation.

Likes: Gaming, vanilla and white chocolate waffles, red velvet waffles with white chocolate, milkshakes, sakura flowers

Dislikes: pollution, marshmellows, cockroaches, mud, beer

Yandere type: Manipulative, manipulative, manipulative, possessive, obsessive, spoiling, servicing, loving

[khwxbeeda]

The Almost Wedding (Ch.I)

Arjun was this close to murdering someone.

More specifically, he was close to grabbing his dear darling sister by her perfectly styled hair and sticking her neck onto a guillotine. At least then she would shut up and stop bothering him.

"Arjun I swear," Tanishka said for maybe the millionth time in the last two hours, "you had better be on your best behaviour, I won't have you- I don't know- flirting with anyone or something even stupider—"

"Aga majhi bai, I got it," he finally snapped, smacking his palms together in a sarcastic namaskar, making her click her jaw shut. "I'll be quiet the entire time. And Tai, why would I flirt with some random boy? He's probably homophobic, anyway."

Her hazel eyes narrowed in a glare, and he returned it with a flat look before turning around to look in the mirror, running his hands through his hair to separate the wavy black strands and checking his subtle eye makeup again. It looked good— just a little gold glitter on the lid and a smudge of kajal on the lower lash line, bringing out the soft golden specks in his eyes. His lip gloss was transparent, but it was enough to make his Cupid’s bow pop.

Tanishka, finally realising she was being ignored, huffed and strode away. Arjun snickered as the sound of her paayal grew fainter and fainter, then went back to applying concealer. College was a harrowing experience, especially for post graduate medical students, and Arjun was not getting enough sleep. At least the concealer helped hide the designer under-eye bags.

"ARJUN!"

He jerked in surprise, and glared at the open door of his room, cursing under his breath. He almost messed up his makeup, dammit!

"EK MINUTE ALO," he yelled back, twisting his concealer tube shut and throwing it onto the dresser, then slipped out into the hallway.

He rushed down the set of staircases three steps at a time, tugging at his collar and adjusting his jeans so the multi-coloured rhinestones on the back pockets arranged in the bi flag were visible.

He had chosen the basic white shirt and baggy jeans on purpose, because while the rest of the family was wearing traditional clothing, he did not have a single kurta to his name and he had been too busy with his studies to go out and buy one. He often thought he had made a mistake by saying he wanted to become a doctor. He really should have followed Krushna into the modelling industry. At least then he would not have to bust his brain— just his body, and he would have had his best friend with him instead of halfway across the world.

He jumped the last seven steps, and was immediately met with a resounding smack upside the head.

"Aai ga," he whined, rubbing his hand over the back of his head and scowling playfully at his snickering aunt as she walked past, the pallu of her baby pink saree swinging left to right. "Chinu Maushi, don't you get tired of being annoying?"

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and winked. "Nahi. Ata chal, get a move on, they'll be here soon."

Ah. Right. His sister’s suitor.

The Kulkarni family had agreed to a rendezvous to decide if their youngest was compatible with Tanishka, and Arjun’s mother had been going crazy setting the house to rights and getting the servants to clean out every single room of the mansion. Even the unused ones. Arjun had made the mistake of asking if the guests were to be hosted in the second basement, and had gotten a chappal thrown at his head for his troubles.

"Yeah, yeah, coming," he muttered, sticking his hands into his pockets and following her out into the kitchen, where his mother was already directing the servants to prepare food and drinks for the Ganpati festival, which was in less than a week, and for the guests that were set to come in about five minutes.

“Hi, Aai,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to his mother’s temple, and grinned when he received the weird combination of a harried glare and a soft pat to his cheek.

Lavanya Deshpande was one of the most influential actresses in Bollywood, and at the ripe age of fifty-seven, was the richest producer of the Hindi film industry. Despite being married off at the young age of nineteen into a family that did not treat her well and popping out her first baby at twenty, she had risen to national fame and become a household name by the time she was twenty-six, having acted in over a hundred films and produced several blockbusters through the course of her career. She had divorced her husband at twenty-eight and taken her two kids away, changed her surname back to her maiden name, and proceeded to take the international film industry by storm in a short five years.

“Hi, babdi,” she replied, and promptly shoved something into his mouth. “How does it taste?”

Arjun chewed on the thing for two slow seconds, then brightened when he realised it was a gulaab jamun. He nodded enthusiastically and snapped off two quick finger guns.

“Kadak,” he said through the mouthful of the mithai, and she smacked him upside the head. He yelped, but she smacked him again, the look on her face halfway between fond and exasperated. “Swallow your morsel before you speak, murkha!”

Arjun whined in outrage, but one sharp look from her and he subsided, muttering complaints under his breath and rubbing his head. The kitchen— a large white tiled room with two island counters and a whole baking station that was actually used for making festival faraal and mithai rather than cakes and pastries— had been overtaken by the two workers who were cooking up a storm for the festival, and Arjun sniffed appreciatively at a container filled with saffron milk, only to be pushed away by Aai.

“Nahi, Arjunie,” she said sternly. “This is for the guests, you can have as much as you’d like afterwards.”

Before he could reply, the bell rang.

His mother rose to her feet and glided out of the room, the skirts of her baby blue Anarkali flaring out behind her, and a minute later Arjun heard the front door open and the muffled sounds of greetings from the receiving hall. He exchanged a grimace with Chinu Maushi, and exhaled through his nose. She poked him in the back to make him straighten his posture to appear at least halfway polite, and beckoned him to follow her to the living room.

He took a stand next to one of the sofas and stuck his tongue out at Tanishka, just as Aai walked in with the guests.

Four people— siblings, because the parents had passed away. They walked in behind his mother, who had her socialite smile pasted on her beautiful face, and Arjun's breath caught.

All of them were utterly, absolutely gorgeous.

The two women and two men were wearing well fitted casual ethnic clothes, with the older man and woman dressed in identical royal purple kurta and trouser sets with delicate silver embroidery at the collar, and the younger two dressed in white with purple embroidery. They had matching arched eyebrows, smooth skin, oddly perfect noses, and pink lips that were pulled up into polite smiles that made their dark eyes crinkle at the edges, giving the impression that they were actually paying attention to whatever Arjun's mother was saying.

Bappa knew Arjun was not paying attention.

No, he was distracted by the visitors' sheer beauty as they pressed their hands together into a namaskar and bowed their heads. If Tanishka was marrying into this, he was envious, because those were some magnificent genetics. Yes, he grew up around big name actors and actresses walking in and out of his house on a daily basis, but that just made it easier for him to recognise real beauty when he saw it.

"—and of course, my son, Arjun." He snapped back into focus and sent his most charming smile towards them.

"Everyone," his mother said, "these are the Kulkarni siblings. Chandan, the oldest—" the criminally handsome man waved— "Charuta, Charita, and Chaitanya, the youngest."

A chorus of greetings echoed around the room, and they all sat down as the house workers placed trays piled with food and drinks on the teapoy in the middle of the set of sofas.

“So, Chaitanya,” Lavanya began, a large, genuine smile curving up her red-painted lips, “how are you, my child?”

Chaitanya gave her wide smile, and Arjun was pretty sure he felt butterflies in his stomach. The boy was pretty, with almond shaped deep brown eyes, pouty rosebud lips and a pointy chin that would have made him look delicate if not for the sharp cut of his jaw and the intelligent curve of his eyebrows. "Mi masta, Madame, what about you?"

The older actress’s smile widened. "Oh, no need to call me Madame, my dear. Lavanya is fine, and I’m doing good as well.” She extended her hand out towards the food. “Please, do eat your fill, and now, shall we begin with the ‘interrogation’?”

She winked at the last word, and the siblings let out identical amiable laughs. Charuta reached forward and picked a banana chip off one of the plates and popped it into her mouth, pretty glossy lips twisting into a pout as she crunched the thing between her teeth. Arjun forcefully dragged his eyes away from the visual and focused on Chandan, who had begun speaking.

"How are we to do this, then?"

He had a curious accent— somewhere between Indian and French, Arjun realised a second later. He exchanged a look with Chinu Maushi, who smirked at him like she knew exactly what was going through his mind. He turned away without giving her the honour of a reply, but he could feel his cheeks heat up. Thank the Gods for his dark complexion that made it difficult for his blush to be visible, or she would never let him live it down.

"How about you ask first?" Lavanya suggested. "Tanishka asks the next question. Both of you have to answer all the questions posed."

Chandan raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at Chaitanya, who somehow managed to make his shrug look elegant. Arjun honestly had no idea whether to be jealous of or attracted to the man. Both men.

"I don't mind if you don’t," he answered, in the same hot accent as his older brother, and Tanishka nodded.

"I don't mind either. Ask away."

"What are you doing, currently?" he asked, tongue curling deliciously over his R's. Arjun had to forcefully drag his eyes away from that pretty mouth. Chinu Maushi gave him a significant look behind his mother's back that said he needed to stop, and he exhaled with a shake of his head— drop it. Thankfully, she did, but not before she gave him another look. Arjun rolled his eyes went back to the Q&A.

"I'm working as a freelance influencer and content creator as of now," Tanishka replied. “I won’t be signing onto Aai’s company, but hopefully in a few years I’ll take up a contract with a reputable agency as an actress. What about you?”

Charuta and Chandan exchanged discreet looks above Chaitanya's head, who was hilariously short compared to his older siblings. Even Charita was a couple inches taller than him. Arjun had no ground to stand on, however; he was the same height. He had no doubt that if Krushna met Chaitanya, he would tease him for his height the same way he did to Arjun.

Gods, he could not wait to tell Krushna about this.

"I'm in the last year of my Master’s degree,” Chaitanya said, leaning forward to wrap slender fingers covered in silver rings around a glass of chilled panha. Arjun’s eyes tracked the movement, only half focused on the rest of the words he spoke. He glimpsed a small tattoo on the inner side of the wrist, but the sleeves of the kurta shifted before he could get a proper look. “My subject is Physics.”

Oh, pretty and smart.

And so the interrogation proceeded, with Tanishka and Chaitanya taking turns in asking questions and answering them. By the end of the hour, half the plates and glasses had been wiped clean, and Arjun knew the general details and history of the Kulkarni family.

Chaitanya was twenty-five years old, and the youngest of the siblings. Chandan was thirty-nine and married with a seven year old daughter, and Charuta was not aiming to marry at all. She was thirty-five, had passed the UPSC exams on her first try after her LLB, and was working as a diplomat in Delhi at the Italian Embassy in India. Charita was a famous actress who mostly filmed in England and France, and had married her husband two years ago at the age of twenty-seven. Chaitanya was currently teaching maths and physics to school students when he was not working on his thesis for his Masters.

Their parents— Nayantara and Dhruv— had passed away in a car accident sixteen years ago, and Chandan had taken the younger two siblings to Paris to live with their maternal grandmother, while Charuta attended National Law University in Mumbai. The three siblings had stayed in Paris for ten years until Chaitanya completed his high school, and then moved to Pune for his Bachelors degree at Fergusson College.

“And what will you do after your Masters?” Tanishka asked him, leaning forward in her seat with a manicured finger subtly twirling with a strand of her hair. Arjun had seen her use that trick before, and he smirked when he noticed Chaitanya’s eyes follow the slide of the edge of the short square nail through the black curl before flicking back to her face.

“Ah, I’m hoping to continue on to a Ph.D,” he said, and picked up his glass of panha to take a sip. “What about you? Are you planning on getting another degree or—”

“On, no,” Tanishka replied, shaking her head so her curls bounced just enough to attract attention. “I have a masters, and that’s enough for me. Frankly, I’ve had enough of being yelled at by professors.” She chuckled faintly as if letting the others in on a joke, and Arjun stifled a snicker when Chaitanya echoed the sound, eyes never leaving his sister’s pretty face.

“Shall we talk alone?” He asked her, and Tanishka smiled her most charming smile, but there was a gleam in her eyes that Arjun recognised— the one that made an appearance when she had gotten what she wanted. “Why not? I know a cafe ten minutes from here that has excellent French press, if you’d like.”

Chaitanya glanced at Charuta for permission, grinning boyishly when she nodded. When he turned back to offer his hand to Tanishka, his grin was a little shy. It was endearing, and Arjun exchanged a look with his mother, who looked like she had won three Oscars in one go. He stifled another laugh.

Tanishka winked at Lavanya as she slipped out of the living room with her hand in Chaitanya’s, Arjun politely excused himself by citing his studies as a reason and slipped back up the stairs and into his room. He shut the door behind him and threw himself onto the bed, pushing aside the mass of textbooks, and unlocked his phone to hit the speed dial for his best friend.

“Haye tauba,” he breathed the minute Krushna picked up the phone, “they’re all so damn hot.”

The laugh that Krushna let out felt like it was setting off the butterfly effect.

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[vodika-vibes]

Arachne + Sleepy Dogma = Extra Soft Fluff 😊

It's what they deserve!

But, I just had an idea~

Arachne wakes to the sounds of heavy steps through her home. Which is surprising, since Dogma is able to move very, very quietly when he has to. The loud steps don't get any quieter, so Arachne eyes snap open, to yell at Dogma for being so unnecessarily noisy so early in the morning, but the words die on her tongue as she stares at the ceiling. There are stars on the ceiling. Silly plastic glow in the dark things. Stars that she's not owned since she lived on earth. Slowly, with her heart sinking, she sits up and looks around the room. Pastel purple walls, a massive bookshelf covered in fairy tales and YA novels, and a dark purple comforter. She swings her legs out from her bed, jolting when her feet sink into a plush carpet rather than touch the cool wood of her bedroom. Silently she walks over to the window and rips open the curtain, and she immediately rips the curtain shut again when she sees the Empire State Building glittering in the early morning sun. "Oh, what the hell?" "Elena!" Arachne carefully opens the curtain again, her gaze landing on Avengers Tower in the distance, feeling kind of nauseous, "Elena!" The bedroom door slams open and Arachne jumps, and spins. Her mother is standing there, her hands on her hips, "Elena, do not ignore me." "I...sorry." Arachne never thought she'd see her mother again, and she has to blink the tears out of her eyes. Her mother is stunning, with dark skin and shiny black hair, and she's wearing a saree today. "You're dressed up today, mom." She looks worried for a moment, crossing the room to press her hands against Arachne's cheeks, "Are you alright, Elena. You look like you're about to cry." "I...I just missed you, is all." "Oh, lovey." She wraps her in a tight hug, "You saw me just last night. And you're just going off to college, baby, I'll still see you every week." "I know." Arachne wraps her arms around her mom in a tight hug, "So, um...I have to go and talk to Doctor Strange today." "Ah, what about Ai's piano recital?" Arachne is quiet for a moment, "If I can be there, I will be." "So this is important, then?" "Very." "Then go, Elena. Go and know that we'll be supporting you no matter what." Arachne smiles and presses a kiss to her cheek, "Ah, just make sure you dress nicely. He's a doctor after all." "Mooom." The older woman laughs and kisses her cheek, and then leaves the room. Arachne waits until they're gone, and then she pulls on her suit, and pulls some clothes on over it, and she hurries out of the house. Sanctum Sanctorum is less than 15 minutes from her home, 10 if she borrows her brother's skateboard. Which is exactly what she does, and she tosses the skateboard to the side as she enters the gate and hurries to the door to bang on it. Doctor Stephen Strange opens the door, stares at her, swears, and drags her into the house. "Have you spoken to anyone, Elena?" He demands. "My mom. She came into my room." Arachne frowns at him, "What's going on, Doctor?" "That is what I'm hoping to figure out. But I need to get you back before reality collapses on itself." Arachne blinks at him, "Yeah. You should do that." He thwacks her with a newspaper, "Ow." "I need to know everything that happened in the last week, Elena." "Ugh. Fine. Can I have some coffee at least?" Arachne asks as she drops on a couch.

[biblioklept-writes]

The Foreign Queen, Part 7 (Aemond Targaryen x Desi!Reader)

Summary: Aemond is entranced by your castle and intrigued by your court, hearing things about you that he finds hard to believe.

Word Count: 2.2K

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Aemond was at a loss of words at the sights of your majestic castle - it was bright and full of windows that held natural illumination. He supposed you could do it - for Kalinga was far warmer than King’s Landing and had the breeze of the ocean. The outside walls were painted in a blinding white with golden rounded tops at the towers. It was only three stories high, but the walls were so tall he could barely make out the ceiling. His only eye pained the harder he focused.

Inside, the walls were so colourful it was a feast to his vision after the dark, dull stone walls of the Red Keep. You had personally shown him to his residence for the duration, and he had already been here for a night. He could look at the beach over the forest covering the castle from his window and he spotted a dark blot in the clear sky at a distance, assuming it was Vhagar. How could it not be?

Some servants who could speak some English were sent to serve him - they helped him with the bath and had him dressed in some traditional clothes - a soft cotton and silk hybrid suitable for the weather - they had told him. The servants spoke Hindi well, and he could understand parts of it - but they switched to a different language at times they didn’t want him to hear what they were saying. It was annoying him to no end - not having any clue what they were talking about. What if you had plotted to kill him? Not that she’d gain anything from me dying.

You visited him for breakfast, dressed in a golden garment - saree, you had said - and he thought you looked the most magnificent you ever had. An intricate golden crown glittered on your head, signifying your power. 

“I will have you meet my court today,” you told him, as he tried the spicy flat-rice you had called Poha, along with tempered buttermilk - it was so good he wanted to take barrels of it back to King’s Landing with him. “I will tell them that you do not speak Hindi, and I wish you don’t speak to the servants in Hindi.”

Aemond raised his brow, but said, “As you wish, my Queen.”

“Thank you,” You said. “One of my personal guards will come to fetch you for the court.” Then, eyeing him once again you added with a smile, “This sherwani-pyjama becomes you, if your hair was dark, you’d blend right in.”

“Your kind words flatter me, my Queen Y/N.” He said with a smile, bringing up the buttermilk glass to his mouth. “You look divine, per usual.” 

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The throne room is immaculate, the floor a white marble with colourful mosaics on them. Unlike the Iron Throne, your throne is meant to be seated on, a large seat made of solid gold and decorated with jewels. Your face is set in a stern expression, and you look so different in your crown and throne, radiating hot power, very different from the quiet power he sensed from you in King’s Landing.

Your presence demands attention - not just the crown that does.

Aemond is seated on your left, just below the throne, a translator sits with him, translating every word being spoken. You hear pressing matters of the ruined rice crops this season, discussing with your ministers about tackling the food problem that may arise. Your council finally decides on reducing the castle supplies by a little, now that a large part of your soldiers and craftsmen were in Westeros. 

A man dressed in a dark red fully covered outfit entered. His face was covered entirely, save for his dark eyes being exposed. Aemond watched as you tensed a little at the man’s side, forcing yourself to stillness. 

“My Queen,” the man fell to the ground on one knee, sword on his upright knee and head bowed. “Long live the Queen,”

“You may rise,” You said, tension masked in easy charm. “What brings you here, spymaster?”

“My Queen,” He started, rising from the floor and standing upright with his hands behind his back. “The Emperor wishes to see your guest. He will bring guests with him - his wives and his sons.”

“Thank you spymaster,” You smiled, bringing your fingers together. “Is there anything else you would like to add?”

“No, my Queen.” The man said.

“You may leave then,” you dismissed him. Then more sternly, you said, “Minister Pattnaik, you must arrange for my father’s arrival and stay. Plan to keep them entertained until they leave. Minister Sarangi, you must have the pantry make more vegetables and meat than rice. Have them make the things so delectable, that they won’t notice the lack of rice.” 

“My Queen,” One of the women in your court rose to speak. “We have enough rice in our stock, and the rice from last year waiting to be unearthed. The people will have enough.” 

“You must understand that we cannot replenish our stocks this year, Minister Patel.” You said, seemingly holding everyone’s gaze at once. “We cannot expend freely now that we do not have crops. Also, Treasurer Gupta, I must ask you to lower the tax for the rice farmers. Will our coffers be able to take it?” 

“Some expenses will have to be cut down,” Another woman spoke, but her voice was deep and heavy like that of a man. “But I think we can do it with less taxes.”

“Good.” You said, nodding. You glance at him once, gaze telling more than words. “Now, I must introduce you to my guest - Prince Aemond Targaryen, our friend from Westeros. He is King Aegon’s brother and a skilled dragon rider and swordsman.” 

Aemond rose, looking everyone in the eyes, his lips pressed together. His lips curve slightly upwards when someone smiles at him and he notes the men and women sitting in your court - rajsabha - seeing a near equal number of men and women. It was strange for him to see so many finely dressed women taking part in decision making matters for the province, but he welcomed the change. His mother helped in running Westeros when Viserys was too ill, and now with Aegon on the throne - but Aemond knew history well enough that it wouldn’t be Alicent Hightower’s name that would go down as a king, only as the king’s wife and then the king’s mother.

“I am honoured by your introduction of me, my Queen.” He said, bowing in front of you. “Westeros and Kalinga will always be great friends.”

Aemond didn’t meddle in your court affairs much, but he did keep his ears open for any gossip that he heard, to get to know you and your motivations better. Thus far, he’d learned that you had the biggest network of spies in the empire and that you were infamous for your curious torture techniques. It was hard for him to believe that, considering your gentle manners and quiet acts back in Westeros - but as the Queen of Kalinga you were a totally different person. 

He spent a lot of time reading Hindi and learning your tongue now that he was in the castle, and would go out to the beach to see Vhagar every morning. Mansha, your sea serpent would occasionally meet him, but the three-headed beat did not seem interested in attacking him just yet. On the days the sun was mild, he would train during the afternoons, and on the hot days he would stick to sharpening his blades and tending to Vhagar’s hot scales. His old mate would frequently cool off in the sea, for her fires would be too much in the heat.

.

A couple of days had already passed when your father and his troupe arrived at your castle. You stood at the front, dressed in a heavy green lehenga, your ministers standing behind you. Aemond was a few feet off your left, looking straight ahead.

He is majestically dressed in the finest cotton blends - for it is too hot to adorn silks. Aemond is not particularly fond of the heat, but he does enjoy being able to shed some layers of clothing - he had never felt lighter in his life.

"Samrat Ravikirti is here!" The guard announced, and the crowd broke into loud cheers. Aemond looks over at you, standing still, reaching for the garland held out to you by the servant. The young servant boys and girls start showing the incoming crowd with fragrant flower petals of roses and marigolds. He had read about the cultural significance of the flowers - and the excessive grandeur your people cherished - he could see why now.

Everything there felt too colourful - the dark and sometimes suffocating walls of the Red Keep were devoid of such vibrant colours, only the Godswood came to a close comparison. With everyone dressed in their finest to impress the Emperor, it was a sight to behold. Your court painter stood above the entire crowd, immortalising this moment on his huge canvas.

Your father, the Emperor, was an imposing man - a tall man with a big moustache and a heavy gold crown on his head - there was no doubt left of him being the emperor or your father. It was obvious by the sight of him that he was your father, the similarities between the two of you being too much to be otherwise.

You gracefully bent over and touched your father’s feet, and the old man responded with something Aemond couldn’t comprehend and you rose back up, beaming with pride. “It is an honour to host you, Samrat,” you said. “Do come in, I hope you find the arrangements up to your taste.”

You and your father lead the walk back in, and the other courtiers follow behind in a neat line. He recognises some of your brothers and sisters - features similar enough to be closely related. There had been a lot of talk about the Emperor and his wives - the four daughters of the King of Kalinga that he married upon conquering the throne - all of them famed for their beauty with their magnificent dark hair and entrancing brown eyes. He was curious to see the Emperor’s Queens and wondered which one of his wives was your mother.

None of the Queens had stepped out of their palkis nor any of your brothers’ wives. The crowd dispersed and Aemond took a long route to his chambers poking around for any gossip that he could pick up. Gossip holds a pinch of truth, he’s learned from growing up in a court. Gossip could make and break people, he learned that too - albeit in a rather harsh manner. 

“I suppose these few days are going to be very taxing on the Queen,” He overhears a servant - she is dressed in other colours, probably coming along with your father’s troupe. “I bet 3 days before she snaps.

“Three is too long,” The other said. “It’s too long for her infamous wrath - the asurs would tremble in front of our spy queen. With her network of spies and informants, I wouldn’t be surprised if she had asurs on her team too.” [asur = demon]

In the couple of months that Aemond had known you, he had always seen you a calm and collected person who could be deadly if she wanted to. But here he heard things about he couldn't believe to be true.

Aemond had barely reached the relative comfort of his chambers when a servant rushed to him with a note signed by you.

Be ready for meeting my father before dinner. He might try to insult you in front of the court, try not to let yourself become a laughing stock.

.

Aemond did not let himself become a laughing stock. Your father, Samrat Ravikirti adamantly tried to pick at him for something with the one that started this all - Cerwyn Lannister acting as the translator for him. You sternly interrupted the blond bastard whenever he misspoke, and he shrunk back from your glare. Aemond was glad for your intervention, unable to mask his own fury.

“What will your marriage bring to Bharat that’s not already there?” Samrat asked. You are leaning back in your seat, looking almost bored.

“Dragons,” Aemond said. “Our children, your grandchildren will get dragons. All Targaryen children get dragons.”

“You can marry one of my other daughters for that then,” He argued. You stiffen in your seat on the Emperor’s right. “My grandchildren will get dragons either way.”

“Will that make me the King Consort?” Aemond asked with a polite smile. Seeing you lean back in your bored position, he knew he asked the right question.

Ravikirti narrowed his eyes, displeased but impressed. “You can marry my daughter then,” He reluctantly permitted. “But you’ll be handing fire breathing beasts to a woman known for her rage.”

And it was then Aemond wondered if it was worth getting tied to you - he couldn't help but be intrigued, he desperately wanted to see this rage that everyone was talking about.

Edit: I forgot to tag everyone I am so sorry it was like 2 am when I posted this </3

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[kacakacafall]

continue to draw the painting about nyo India during the British colonial era. I managed to finish drawing her clothing this time. Posting progress is an effective way to encourage myself to keep going so...

Gosh, a saree is so satisfying to draw, I really like depicting the flow of big pieces of fabric, and my brain just urges me to add more glittering jewellery to her constantly, while I know I will be consumed by all the details if doing it LOL

Overall, I enjoy drawing Nyo India very much, she is such a beauty :)

[crmsnmth]

The Lights Stayed On

Excitement comes in confetti nightmares Exploding to take residence forever on the bedroom floor And she smiles like a kid who opened up the cookie jar In her hands a glossy colorful bag with strands of red yarn twisting as a handle I look are her, in visible confusion and internal and infernal calculations

"It's after midnight. Don't you know what day it is?" She says, each words dropping in wholehearted enthusiasim. Like the first raindrops of a the summer pop storm

"Monday?" I ask and immediately it sinks in what Monday was keeping disguised. "No, no, no." I mumble, as the realization hits, a tsunami that clears the entire shores of my mind A million dead, and a million missing My thought sare littered with missing persons poster all featuring my own ugly mug

The bag is placed in my hands and I hang my head in defeat There's a cute betrayal being drawn in colored pencils "But you promised!" I whine, a toddler not understanding the world just doesn't revolve around you, no matter how fast you spin

"Shut up and open it." Her voice is laughter and music and etheral tones And I could listen to her talk about the most boring of subjects She could keep my attention teaching me algebra all over again Her face is pride as she's pleased with herself I can't help but feel like the only person on this earth, with all her eyes still shining at me A glitter bomb of blue oceans and diamonds and skies Her eyes are my favorite shade of unmatchable color And I used to favor red

The bag is open and the gifts were had It doesn't matter what possession was added that moment because the lights stayed on and time keeps marching goosestepping just to walk off stage

The lights stayed on and I love her That's the point that matters at all the lights stayed on and I love her.

[ramcharantitties]

Bandook Meri Layla

Chapter 1- Ram’s instinct

“Her art has so much aesthetic! It’s swinging between surreal and fictional, you can see where she picks the reality and where she adds something that can only be in books. I love her art and I was so surprised that she was here, in Delhi! I have only seen some of her shows back in Britain but then again, I couldn’t get the tickets. And I heard that some of her shows were also done in Calcutta and Agra. Not only her art- but she features various other artists. I have submitted my work to them though, back in London, I wonder if her team will pick up my work. Not only that, but-” 

“Ok ok Jenny, we get it. You love the head and painter of the art show. But what’s her name?” 

“Oh, no one knows that. She likes to maintain her anonymity. But it was once in an article that its a woman and her organization is called RC organization” 

“Is anyone going to tell me what you’re two talking about”

Akhtar interrupted Jenny and Ram’s conversation. For the first time Jenny got to physically witness the art show of her favorite artist, and not just a feature from a magazine, book, or some other art show. And she just had to show it to Akhtar and Ram. Jenny knew they might not be that much of an art lover, but they would still appreciate the paintings and sculptures that have made a home in her heart. 

They paid for the tickets when they reached the counter. Akhtar smiled at Jenny visibly shaking from excitement. As soon as they stepped in the room, Ram’s police officer instinct creeped in his head automatically. He shook his head, telling himself that sometimes it is fine to sit back down and not let his work interfere. 

But the feeling won’t escape him- a feeling that something, something bad is going to happen. Ram looked around, some white men, some brown men were there. “Akhtar” Ram whispered, “keep Jenny close” . The latter man looked at his friend, peering in Ram’s eyes. There was a hint of concern. Akhtar wordlessly nodded. 

Jenny was skipping from painting to painting, explaining details that she could find to a distracted Ram and love struck Akhtar. Her hair was curled and parted from the side, her gloves up till her elbows. Her eyes wide from curiosity and passion, a rosy color on her cheek and lips. Her dress was long and white, reaching till her shins. She held a matching blue bag with jaipuri kadhai. Jenny looked lovely that noon. Her milky white skin matched the contrast of brown shade canvas behind her and the glitter in her voice was a cherry on top. She was absolutely absorbed in this. 

On the other hand, Ram was getting restless. There was something off about the whole scenario. A thin, white curtain he was looking through, as if one strike of a razor blade and all the sheets of lies would fall down. Was it the sneaky glances two of the “visitors” kept sharing? Or the one painting they were standing too close to in the auction collection? Or was it his paranoia? As Ram observed his surroundings, a white man approached Jenny. “The auction party will be arriving soon, ma’am. We request you to keep this one path clear for the arrival, and use the one on the left for your use” he said and Jenny nodded. “The auction party” Ram approached the man who was talking to Jenny. “Where are they from?” he asked. “It’s confidential, sir” 

“And who’s selling?” The white guy gave Ram a suspicious look. “This organization, sir” he left with that. 

As if on cue Ram heard someone cross the hall behind him and enter the path they were asked to clear. Before he could turn and see, he caught sight of a flying black saree pallu. There were many hurried footsteps, hushed chatterings and noises of cars. But one distinct noise, a noise that he could tell apart among a choir of hundreds. A gun off safety. But why would someone bring a gun to an art expo? There has to be something huge going off behind the thin sheet of lies. The hushed noises, sneaky glances, faint smell of smoke, a probable vip entering the place with guards- everything was overwhelming. And even if he was paranoid, he should be careful.

“What happened anna?” Akhtar asked Ram. Ram just smiled and nodded. “I am going out to get something to eat. Would you two join me?” This was one good way to get them out of this place. Ram was anxious and he didn’t want to put the lives of his friends in danger. Akhtar beamed and nodded, dragging Jenny outside. Ram gave one last glance around and led them out. As Akhtar and Jenny crossed the gates of the art expo, Ram called out. “I forgot something inside,” he said. “You guys leave, I will be right back.”

Ram looked at the positioning of the guards and suspicious visitors. He looked at the washroom board near the path. He quietly walked there, when another guard stopped him. “Just going to the washroom” Ram said, and the guard looked at someone behind Ram. When the instructions were clear, the guard moved away. Ram entered the hallway, sneaking his way to another connected room. 

It was full of canvases and frames of paintings, nothing suspicious here. He could hear a fading noise of a conversation nearby, and all of a sudden, a man screamed. “We are not going to pay you even a cent! The shipment of arms was supposed to take place yesterday” He knew it. He knew something was wrong, the whole art expo was nothing but a faux stage for arms dealing. He exited the room, trying to find the source of the noise when he heard a distinct gunshot from the same room. Before he could react, he was grabbed and led out by the same guard. 

Ram easily struggled out of the guard’s grip, pinning him down. “Civilians are to be rescued” the guard exasperated. Ram was about to knock the guard out when he was attacked by someone right on his head, when the one under him slipped away. As three more guards picked a fight with him, a white man dressed in black suit punched Ram. When Ram headbutt the man back, he knocked the white guy’s gun nearby. Another one knocked Ram out of his consciousness. In a fazed state, Ram could make out that he was thrown out of the art expo from the front gate and Akhtar probably caught sight of him. Ram stumbled back up, inching closer to the gates when the back of the place blew up to pieces with a loud noise. 

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[lemonbombsfjl]

📣𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐁

AKA: garb, garb-adjacent, I have no time to sew

Pennsic 50 is nearing, and you are frantic trying to get everything together in time, including a wardrobe.

Don’t drive yourself nuts. Cheat.

War garb tends to be very forgiving, considering that groups other than the SCA attend, the weather is notoriously fickle, and you need to stretch what you pack to potentially over two weeks. We *all* cheat. We all include clothing that is not period, but doesn’t scream mundane.

• stick to woven fabrics.

• for your own comfort and sanity, stick to natural fibers. Linen, linen-cotton, thin wool perform best. Cotton works pretty well. Silk, it first has to be real silk, and the type of weight and weave will make a difference how it performs. Ramie, viscose, and rayon will soak up sweat and humidity like a sponge and bring it along with you for the day. Synthetics will look wrong, trap sweat against your body, retain odors; they might be cheap but they really aren’t worth it. Leather looks cool, but it is heavy; save it for accessories and, y’know, armor. Performance fabrics: reserved for your jog around the lake at 6am.

• Stick to simple shapes. Shift dresses, caftans, draw-string waist pants, solid peasant blouses, full skirts all can be tucked in with your garb. Choose colors that compliment your garb for optimal flexibility.

• Look for garments without obvious closures (buttons, zippers), visible pockets, ruffles, modern trim. Lace is difficult, as are prints. Avoid highlighter/neon colors. Sequins and glitter should be avoided; although there were period versions of such bling, modern decoration is made of plastic and looks it. Glass shisha mirrors may be an option if you must sparkle.

• Ethnic clothing, such as tribal dance wear, is usually accepted. You can usually get away with modern ethnic garments, such as kimono and sarees at larger Wars like Pennsic, but wear a real natural fiber one (thrift one?). Real embroidery is good; printed decoration is not.

• Don’t wear Halloween costumes. It will look like a Halloween costume. Most are horrible quality.

• Basic leather belts, plain linen or cotton hankies, nice basic veils, a good straw hat, a period bag, a simple basket, plain shoes/boots/sandals all uplift your outfit.

Some examples of cheater garb below:

Shop: amzn.to/3CvVHp3 I’d order a size up for a roomier fit.

As a shift, or bath house babe!darker colors can be worn over a longer dress.

Shop amzn.to/3CcLQ7f

Wear over or under a skirt. Comes in a few colors, mix & match. Side seam pockets are okay. Buy: amzn.to/3NcViO6

Change out the button for something more period, or a Norse brooch. Wear over skirts or a long dress. amzn.to/3NcMGqL

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A touch of pink perfection, wrapped in style. Turning heads and stealing hearts with every step. . DM to Order or visit at www.andaazfashion.co.uk

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Introducing our 'Flamingo Pink Blouse with Purple Saree,' a creation by the visionary Vilas Satasiya at Harshil Design Studio.

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[salwari]

Where can I buy blue saree?

When it comes to purchasing a blue saree, there is a wealth of selection accessible to choose from. Everyone may choose an outfit that suits them, with options ranging from sky blue saree to Royal Blues and Navy Blues. Salwari, on the other hand, is not biased and keeps all of its customers’ needs in mind. We’ve put together the best and most extensive collection of navy blue saree. The elegance of a blue saree lies in its availability in a wide range of colorations, including powder blue, French blue, light blue saree, and many more.

When shopping for blue banarasi saree, one choice you may consider is the classic Salwari style, which is characterised by elaborate hand embroidery in vibrant colors like as reds, magentas, and golds, and is typically mixed with heavy zardosi work or kundan stone decoration. The most frequent variation of this form of saree was constructed with the idea that it will be worn by royalty, which makes it an excellent choice for important events such as weddings and other types of ceremonies.

There is nothing quite like the allure of a blue kanchipuram silk sarees when it comes to creating outfits that are understated but stunning. These sarees come in a variety of different materials, ranging from opulent velvet in solid-colored tones to airier net variants with opulent ornamentation along the margins or pallu. These stunning masterpieces may also be found with glittering mirrors and golden threading motifs along the hemline, which transforms them into really royal items that are deserving of a place in any wardrobe collection.

The choice of blue georgette saree is the best option for women who want something that is more modern but who are still traditional at heart. These dark tones exude an air of elegance when combined with the right modest accessories, which maintain its style in a way that is understated yet stylish all at the same time. They are ideal for both everyday wear and more formal occasions. In conclusion, if you are searching for something that is understated yet colourful, you could go ahead and explore through online sites that showcase plain blue saree manufactured from fabrics ranging from Georgette to crepe silk. These sarees are the embodiment of allurement! Regardless of the colour that your soul yearns for, you can be certain of one thing: the market is rife with breathtakingly lovely plain blue saree that are perfect for adding the finishing touch to any ensemble.

[scarletmaster143]

September in a small neighbourhood

Windchimes tinkling in the silent courtyard

A veranda swept with crackling yellow leaves

Sweltering sunshine and chilling shadows

Apples crisping up day by day

Harsingar blossoms dotting the horizon

And a hint of winter in the air

Birthday parties in the evenings and poojas in the mornings

Skirts and kurtis, sarees for cocktail parties

Glittering markets and the silent streets

School uniforms scattered around the house

Iced tea by the gallons while hot chocolate brews

The year is about to end, December is still far away

Long walks and coffee breaks

Rooftop gatherings with soft lulls of the city giving company

A pause, a comma, a chasm of nothingness

The tickle of rustling leaves,

The groans and moans of a test gone wrong

Ice cream trips at night when the entire world is getting ready to sleep

Solitude and heartbreak, but joy and belonging too

How strange is September yet how familiar

Not the unending liveliness of Summer

Nor the bright hope of Spring

Nor the dark warmth of Winter

But a comfort, a moment of peace

Saying that maybe it's time to just relax

And drift away

For now that's enough.

[patoulafashionsblog]

In the glittering realm of Bollywood, fashion isn't just a statement; it's a spectacle. And leading the charge in this captivating parade of style are none other than the illustrious actresses like Alia Bhatt, Kiara Advani, Janhvi Kapoor, and Shilpa Shetty. Let's delve into the mesmerizing world of their recent sartorial choices, where tradition meets contemporary allure. To know more visit the site: Latest Saree

[smoservicesblog]

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