Me Singing In Bollywood-Laut Ke Aaja Mere By Lata Mangeshkar-Cover by Me...
This is a Video of Me Singing Hindi: Aa Laut Ke Aaja Mere By Lata Mangeshkar.
Here's the English Translation of the song:
🎶Come back, come back, Come back, oh come back to me, Come back, oh come back to me, My songs are calling you, Come back, oh come back to me, My songs are calling you, My music is silent without you, My music is silent without you, My songs are calling you, Come back, oh come back to me.The sky is pouring, my eyes are raining, See, my heart is thirsty, come now, The sky is pouring, my eyes are raining, See, my heart is thirsty, come now, The cool breeze, it ignites a fire, Oh beloved, now show your face, You have fulfilled love so well, You have fulfilled love so well, My songs are calling you, Come back, oh come back to me.One moment is laughter, one moment is tears, What a game life is, One moment is laughter, one moment is tears, What a game life is, One moment is meeting, one moment is parting, The world is a carnival of two days, May these moments not pass, May these moments not pass, My songs are calling you, Come back, oh come back to me.My music is silent without you, My music is silent without you, My songs are calling you, Come back, oh come back to me.🎶
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O ri Chiraiya is a beautiful song written by Swanand Kirkire. The song talks about a difficult period in our past where we as a society did not realize the importance of a girl child. The song is a reflection into the dark past and a plea to save the girl child. I hope that we as a society have evolved and have gotten to a point where we can not only save the girl child but also empower her. Hope you enjoy my rendition of this wonderful song.
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mehndi laga ke rakhna
heeseung looks for his name in your henna the night before your wedding.
pairing :: lee heeseung x gn!reader
genres/au’s :: fluff
warnings :: brief food talk
word count :: 0.5k
author’s note :: i don't care how this performs (at least i'm telling myself that) because this fic is completely self-indulgent. no one asked for this. i hope my fellow desis and everyone else who chooses to read this enjoy this nevertheless. this is so embarrassing omg DON'T LOOK AT ME. also, jaanu means dear in urdu/hindi and i used it because i'm feeling delusional.
beta readers :: @sunoosill but she might have been too busy laughing at me to actually edit it LOL I APPRECIATE YOU THO <3
soundtrack :: kesariya (honestly i was listening to o re piya while writing but that song makes me sad so here)
“oh, you look beautiful,” heeseung declared from the couch, his right hand on his heart as you rounded the corner into your warmly lit living room, “do a little twirl.”
“i’m wearing pajamas, heeseung,” you protested but lifted the ends of your pajamas to spin for your fiancé with a bashful grin.
“how long did this take?” heeseung’s eyes widened as you approached, surprised by the level of detail in your mehndi.
“five or six hours. she had to cover my feet, too,”
“five or s—” heeseung’s mouth fell agape, “i hope you got to eat and drink water.”
“i did, don’t worry,” you laughed off his comment, recalling how frantic your friends and family were to ensure you were doing just that, “and…i have a little surprise for you.”
heeseung tilted his head in curiosity, gaze fixed on you as you joined him on the sofa. “and what would that be?”
“do you remember that tradition i told you about? the one that—”
“you wrote my name in there?” a toothy smile started to form on heeseung’s lips as he gently pulled your right hand toward his face.
“just your first name,” you smiled, combing the hair that had fallen into heeseung’s face in his excitement back with your free hand. he remained focused on your hand as he used his pointer finger to follow a spiral from the center of your palm outward.
“this will be so easy,”
“if you think it’s so easy, maybe we should add some stakes,” you suggested. you tried to sound like you had just come up with this idea, but your delivery revealed that you had thought about it much beforehand. he looked up with a cocked eyebrow, always in the mood for a challenge. “if you don’t find your name in the next three minutes, i win — in which case, i get to write my name on you too. in the same spot.”
“okay, deal,” he said softly, smiling to himself as he set a timer before looking back down at your mehndi. your heart swelled with affection as he moved his touch along your forearm to check there, grazing each square inch with his soft fingers. he met your eyes momentarily, shaking his head as if to say “not on this one.”
picking up your left hand, he repeated the process, starting from the center of your palm and working outward. he paused briefly midway through tracing your fingers but continued, biting his bottom lip to conceal a grin.
“you have a terrible poker face, jaanu,” he pretended not to hear you, so you wiggled your fingers to get his attention. “i know you found it.”
“you’re so sentimental that i knew exactly where it was going to be,” heeseung admitted, curling your left index and middle fingers forward to reveal, among the scallops of the design, ‘HEESEUNG’ written along the length of your ring finger. “but i knew you wanted to write your name on my hand.”
“oh, who’s the sentimental one now, hm?” you rolled your eyes, giving a playful push to his shoulder.
heeseung reached behind himself to reveal a mehndi cone, a proud smirk on his face, “might be me,” he handed you the cone and put his left hand in yours.
“it’s definitely you,” you leaned forward, pressing a small kiss onto the corner of his grin.
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