#how to make chicken biryani

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Discover the spicy, herbal flavors of Donne Chicken Biryani—made with green masala, seeraga samba rice, and rustic Bangalore flair

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Chicken Biryani for 20 people

Thinking of the days when I had newly moved to the USA and wanted to host Iftar, Eid, and many other celebrations. I had no idea where to start, what to buy, and what to cook because there were no written measurements for me to follow, and no one to tell me exactly how much to cook. So I doubled and tripled the recipes, tried and tested, failed a couple of times miserably but never gave up. Kudos…

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The Sultry and Pervy Soda in Apartment 307

tripleS Seo Dahyun & Male Reader (ft. Kep1er Seo Youngeun)

Categories/warnings: smut, voyeur, masturbation, buncha others maybe idk I forgor

Word count: 6.1k

a/n: thanks to @thewritingrowlet for beta, to @sinswithpleasure for making me get off my ass to write this, and to @midnightdancingsol for the more-than-welcome poking me with a stick y'all r awesome :DDDD

Street lamps flickered to life as the sun shone a golden hue across the sky. The festivities were just about ending and people were exchanging goodbyes and good nights, clearing out slowly – one by one, then pairs, then swathes of people vacating the increasingly empty street. It was a grand stroke of luck for you to move into the neighborhood right before the street fair, and the moving guys didn't mind too much about the tricky navigation and maneuvering once their plates piled high with biryani chicken and jasmine rice. 

After helping stack up the chairs and fold up the tarps, and of course waving at the other volunteers, you spot a girl struggling with a particularly tall tower of dirty paper plates. You rush over to her to lend a hand, but unfortunately for the both of you, the tower topples over and a splattering of soy sauce covers her shirt. 

“Ah, Dahyun-unnie’s gonna kill me…” she whines, and you rush for as many clean tissues still on the tables that haven’t been cleared up. 

“You okay? Anything hurt?” you hand the tissues to her and start picking up the plates, in two piles this time. A cursory glance to her and you find a volunteer’s nametag on her upper left.

“Fine, thanks,” she says as she wipes as much of the liquid off of her clothes as she can, “but if you don’t mind, I need to get changed or else I’ll never get this stain out.”

“No worries, Youngeun. Just get your stuff sorted and I’ll finish up here.”

She smiles and bows just as you get up from the ground, and she rushes off without much more fuss. You drop off the trash in the proper bin, dust off your hands, and after the organizer’s reassurance that they can handle everything else, you head on off to your own apartment. 

~~~

Your door clicks shut behind you, and you not-so-gracefully crash into your bed. After the week you've had and the stress from the move, it just feels right to bury your face in your hands and groan in exhaustion. Once you let out a particularly satisfying sigh of fatigue, you let your arms fall to your sides, spread-eagle on the mattress, and drum your fingers into the soft cushioning.

You stare at the ceiling, making vain attempts to distract yourself by thinking random thoughts: “Should I get ice cream tonight?” “How long has the window been open?” “Is the ceiling cream or beige?” “Why does jacking off feel good?” “What's Wooyeon been up to lately?”

The last one does give you an idea, and you reach for your phone to check. Their comeback is just recently out, and you have to say, in one particular fancam she looks a bit too good to not stare. The way her outfit hugs her body, accentuates her curves, shows off just the right amount of skin…

The video plays on, and you casually strip yourself of your pants and underwear. Sitting up properly, you intently watch Wooyeon's performance, paying close attention to her creamy-looking thighs, her cute, glazeable tummy, and her pretty, ruinable smile. In no time at all, you're rubbing your cock to her performance, as if she's dancing just for you. Every wink she does sends another spark of lust through your system, each jiggle of her thighs another wish that you were in between them and eating her out. You keep a steady pace as you jack off to the woman on screen, lazily moving yet dead set on blowing your load to her.

The song draws to a close, the confetti flies, and Wooyeon strikes her ending pose. You admire her body one last time, paying special attention to her cute chest. She bends forward ever so slightly, the perfect tease, before she flashes a show-stopping smile as the camera zooms in on her face. 

You reach your limit, and in no time at all you're shooting your cum into your hand. You had the sense to prepare a roll of tissue paper in your room just for moments like this, and it's not like you'd be admonished even if you weren't living alone. Catching your breath, you reach for the tissues on the desk and clean yourself up. 

A breeze wanders into the room, and you look up to find its source: the open window. Mentally curse yourself, not to let this sort of thing happen again and embarrass yourself. As you make to close it, you find, just across from your own window, another open one that frames someone else. The girl standing in her own room in the building next door has her eyes fixed determinedly on you, her head tilted, her lower lip caught between her teeth just a little bit, and a mysterious smile on the corners of her mouth. 

Immediately you feel heat rise up to your cheeks, and you're sure you've just turned a bright red. The girl's eyes wander up to meet yours, and the smile on her face vanishes. Her expression quickly turns into shock, then she shuts her eyes hard before pulling her curtains closed. Remembering you're in the same situation, you pull yours closed as well. 

If anyone was going to admonish you for anything, it would be yourself, for letting this happen to yourself – What a fucking idiot.

~~~

You rise groggily, rolling off of your mattress like a dolt, but you’re at least able to catch yourself before you hit the cold ground. The heat got to you, and the floor seems a much better alternative than your bed at this point. 

Righting your posture and laying your head on the tiles though, you decide this is no way to spend the night no matter how cold they are. Stumble around in the dark for a bit, deciding that it isn't worth the effort to turn on the light, and just resolve to navigate around your new bedroom in an unfamiliar apartment before dawn. Good start to a new life, you joke to yourself.

“Ah, fucking shit,” you grunt in defeat, before getting up and making for your window again. You slowly pull apart the curtains, the rings clacking against the bar much too noisily for whatever time it is now, and open the window to finally let in a cool night breeze. 

The air fills your lungs and nips against the skin of your back, forcing momentary goosebumps before it all settles down and your body relaxes. You head back to bed, considering maybe the blanket you brought down on the floor with you can stay there, when your attention is snatched by a strange noise.

Your eyes drift around the room lazily, but you can't find anything out of the ordinary. Just then, you hear a faint yet distinct set of words in a singsong voice from somewhere just out of sight: “Mmm, fuck yes, daddy…”

It jolts you awake, and the thought hits you. It's dangerous and embarrassing and not at all okay, but you have to know. Just a peek.

You freeze at the window, with nowhere else to look but right at her. “Yeah, it's good, shit…” she moans, seated precariously on her gaming chair, her legs apart and on the armrests on either side of her. She covers her eyes with her hand as her tongue goes crazy, dragging around her lips whenever she's not breathing heavily or saying whatever.

Her other hand works diligently at pumping a dildo into her glistening pussy, intermittently chanting “Just like that…” it seems whenever she hits a particularly good spot and her back arches forward off of the chair. 

Her breath hitches and her back arches just a tiny smidge as she comes to her high. “Mmm… mmmmfuucckkkk– fuck, fuck, yes, hngg~!” Just then her body seizes, her hips jerk slightly, and she pushes her dildo as far in as she can take. She pulls it out recklessly and it's followed by a quick stream of her squirt, then a cream flowing from the freshly fucked hole collecting on the seat of her chair. 

She lays for a moment just like that, out of breath and seemingly satisfied. She licks her lips a couple more times, savoring the feeling of having just came, vying to get her breath under her control once more. Once she's satisfied, she works up the strength in her yet-weak legs to start cleaning herself up: first the tissues for her cunt, then her seat, then she wobbles over to what you assume is a bathroom to wash up.

“... Fuck. Fuck.” You realize you just watched your neighbor pleasure herself, and she has no idea. However, your guilt never surfaces, never forms, having quite enjoyed the show. You can't think of anything else; her cunt is beautiful, slick, creamy, probably sweet to the taste, and if she sounds like that with a dildo, your mind couldn't race fast enough to think of how she'd sound with your cock.

A sharp gasp rips your attention back to the window opposite, and in it you find her wide-eyed and staring right back. Her mouth hangs open and her cheeks shine a bright red, and you feel the responsibility of breaking the stalemate falls on you and you alone. But what the fuck do you say in a situation like this?

You rush for something – anything – to try and salvage the situation, just one thing to say and hopefully be able to face her tomorrow morning like nothing happened. However, your words fail you, and blank after countless blanks are drawn from your head. Panic rises in your chest, your cheeks just as red as hers, and your eye contact with her becomes almost unbearably painful. 

So you break it, albeit accidentally. Your gaze floats down to her flat tummy, admiring how her waist curves like the perfect handles to grab onto while you pull her onto your cock. Even lower still, and you find her exposed pussy, clean shaven and silky smooth to the eye, and for just a moment lewd thoughts intrude your mind once again: the images of her taking her dildo flash before your eyes, leading you to think that however good she felt would be nothing she’s ever had before if you had a shot with her. Inadvertently you lick your lips at the sight of her sex, and you swallow your spit to try and get yourself under control. 

You finally snap out of it, and you notice her staring back at you with a common intention. She’s biting her lip again, her head tilted ever so slightly to the right, and she grips her lap to give you a better view of her pussy lips. Or, it could just be your imagination that she’s showing herself off to you. You’re pitching a tent in your boxers, “Shit, I’m only in my boxers,” and she watches you like her beautiful round eyes are all yours. You stay there for a moment, basking in the lustfulness of the woman before you, and you can only be sure she’s doing the same. 

Her eyes widen again, a different emotion this time, and she takes a panicked look behind her. A bright light enters her bedroom from somewhere you can't see from her window frame, and she hurriedly pulls the curtains shut. Your show is over now, and you’re left with nothing else to do but shut your own window and relieve yourself with the memory of the pretty girl in the next building, half-naked and checking you out. 

~~~

“This is stupid,” you scold yourself, “what would I even say to her?” The question lingers in front of you as your feet bring you to the building next door. “Hi, I'm sorry I watched you cum last night.” A poorly constructed string of words for sure, but it is what it is. You toss the thought around some more, but before you know it, you're face to face with the door to the apartment of the girl who you, for lack of a better term, watched cum last night. 

Two quick raps on the wood, right next to the plate inscribed with “Seo Residence,” and you close your eyes. “I'm sorry I watched you cum last night, I'm sorry I watched you cum last night,” you repeat silently. Even with your hopeful attempts to make it sound less absurd, you know it's so irredeemably bad that not even the most heart-wrenching apology would make up for it.

“Can I help you?” The sudden voice shocks your eyes open. The moment you're dreading is delayed for a few more minutes, as the girl that greets you at the door is not the girl from last night. 

“Hi, Youngeun, I'm from, um, the next building,” you stutter out, “I need to talk to, uhh…” and it occurs to you that you don't even know her name. You stare at each other for a good few seconds, when it finally ends with her connecting the dots. 

“Ah, you're here for Unnie,” she concludes. “Dahyun-unnie, the guy from the street fair is here to talk to you.”

“Who?” 

~~~

“There’s no point in pretending. I know you saw me, and I’m okay with it– I liked it, even. Now, you either come clean and tell me what you saw, or I go around and tell people how you perved on the poor girl who accidentally left her window open on a hot night.”

You gripped at her bedsheets, your fingers just as tense as the breath caught in your throat. It was a good threat, you had to admit, and if only you weren’t on the receiving end, you’d even applaud her. Instead, she stood over you with debilitating authority and a venomous tone. Her smirk did you no favors, highlighting her alluring features, including her gaze as sharp as the edges of a ripped up tin can. She had you.

“Alright,” you surrender, holding up your palms in defeat, “I admit. All I saw was you on the chair, legs apart, dildo in your pussy. That’s all.” It only comes as an afterthought that you did technically watch her cum, but rocking the boat and adding new information unprompted seems like a dangerous move. Instead, you sit still, breath held, and wait for what she might say next.

“... Okay, I believe you. Your secret is safe today.” Hearing that, you release your breath and replace it with new air. Dahyun backs off and relaxes her arms to her sides, and fails to stifle a giggle at watching you fail to decompress. She saunters back over to her chair, the same one you watched her get off in, and crosses her legs. 

Her thighs peek out from under her skirt, forcefully drawing your attention, and the pit in your stomach opens again: keep this up and she’ll have another card to play against you. 

You make a feeble attempt to look her in the eye, and it works for a moment. Once you meet her gaze, you find the same mischievous smirk on her lips, still taunting or teasing you or just showcasing her amusement of the situation. The corners of her mouth curl upwards dangerously, and her eyes thin to scrutinize you as you shrink in the face of her earlier threat. 

“Easy now, I said you’re safe today,” Dahyun giggles. She rests her chin on her hand, still decoding your thoughts with much more ease than you’re comfortable with; all she’s doing is looking at you and somehow you’re unraveling in front of her, getting pushed to stranger and stranger thoughts. You try in vain to find something to protect yourself against her latent mind-reading powers, but once again, nothing comes up. Your stuttering fills the silence of the room for no good reason; your handle on the situation shrinking weaker and weaker. 

The only thing that takes up space in your mind is the memory of her smirking at you after her fat pussy lips were pushed apart, taking her sex toy like it was nobody's business, pleasuring herself while being vaguely aware that you were watching. It was a dangerous skill she was using against you, and for all the wrong reasons, it turns you on even more. 

She suddenly rises from her chair, a hand on her hip once more, and you’re forced to give her all your attention again. She flashes an evil smile at you, one that you could never in your current clouded state ever read, and she places a light yet daunting hand on your shoulder. She inches her face closer and closer to yours, and in no time at all, you're out of space for backing away.

“I already told you I wouldn’t snitch. Why are you so nervous? What do I need to say to calm you down?” She finally takes a seat on the bed right next to you, and she less-than-gently shoves you so that you face away from her. Her fingers dance around your shoulders, finding tense spots you didn't even know were tense. 

“Listen,” she whispers nearly right into your ear, “I won't tell anyone, but you have to do better than that. What exactly did you see? And what did it, erm, make you… feel?” Dahyun plants a kiss right on your nape, and then starts massaging your shoulders and back delicately. She lets out another giggle, but different this time: it's less one of manipulation and more of pure amusement. 

The way she squeezes and rubs your muscles weakens your defenses even more. She expertly maneuvers her fingers, picking the flimsy locks of your psyche, toying with you like you're nothing. You're completely in the palm of her hand, and there's no way out but farther into her grasp. 

“I… You're hot, Dahyun, and I wish I could've seen more,” you finally admit, just as your eyes grow weary. The calm colors of her wallpaper and the faint fragrances of her bedroom lull you into a dangerous sense of serenity. “I just thought… how good it would be,” her massage intensifies ever so slightly, coaxing out more of your confession, “to have you bouncing on my cock.”

Seemingly satisfied, the girl kisses you again on the nape, her lips lingering on the skin of your neck, and it sends shivers outwards, down your spine and across your body. Her arms come under yours and wrap around your chest, and her hands fall gently, non-threateningly, to your belt. She finds her way under your shirt, and she feels up your stomach in soft touches, as if luring you into a trap.

“I was thinking the same thing, Oppa,” she sighs, and before you notice, your belt clacks onto the floor and you hear your jeans zip open. “I thought about how a guy like you should never need to jerk himself off, especially when a volunteer is just next door.” Just like that, she's already stripped you of your pants, and you couldn't be more vulnerable. Dahyun makes her way to your ever-hardening cock, and she takes it in her hand. “Perfect… we're gonna have fun, aren't we, Oppa?”

She kneels on the floor in front of you, and she makes a show of licking and kissing all over your cock. Her plump lips meet your shaft again and again with each kiss, and every so often she takes short drags of her tongue on you to get some much-welcome spit on your cock.

“Fuck, Dahyun,” is all you could put together. Dahyun looks nothing like the type of girl that'd do this to some guy she didn't know, and yet here she is, sucking you off like it’s her sole purpose on this Earth. She shoots you a lustful look, and amongst the closing her eyes to savor your dick on her lips and tongue, she shoots you a sexy wink that nearly makes you fall in love. 

In an effort to not blow your load too early, you grab her by the hair, strands tangling around your fingers and trapping you just as well as you’re trapping her. You pull her off your cock with a yank, and the sudden jerk of her head makes her choke on her own spit. She tries admonishing you, but between teary eyes and a momentarily scratchy throat, she can’t say much. 

Use this to your advantage, jump at the opportunity to gain the upper hand. Stand as quick as you can, throw her onto the bed. Amidst everything, she’s unable to react, only fully grasping the situation after her last cough, when she’s laid flat on her mattress with a pillow beneath her head. Huh, who knew you had such good aim.

“Tough guy, huh? Never would’ve guessed; Youngeun sang you praises for being so sweet when she stained her shirt. Or was that your plan all along?” Despite the situation, she doesn’t try to get up or take back control. Instead, she blinks prettily at you, licks her lips, smiles a sultry smile. 

“Accusing me of being a pervert, even though you started it when you watched me jack off first.” Hide the shakiness of your voice, reclaim the breath she so easily stole away. Your hands slide up her legs, from her calves to her things and finally to under her skirt. Find the garter of her underwear, tease her by slipping your fingers under. “Projecting, aren’t we?”

She lifts her hips off the bed to help you strip her, the slow rise of her ass and the clumsy reveal of her pussy lips leading you to believe maybe she’s still the one pulling the strings. Despite all this, your appetite grows as her glistening cunt comes into view, and all you can think to yourself is how much more delicious it looks up close. Ridding her of her underwear, there’s nothing else to do but to dive right in. 

It doesn’t take long, not at all, before Dahyun is squirming against your tongue on her clit. She runs her fingers through your hair, settling on the back of your head. Not long at all, and it’s just a few swipes of your tongue against her sex before she holds you in place with her legs, her thighs you couldn’t get enough of earlier now like clamps preventing your escape. Your hands are firm on her hips, making sure she doesn’t get away either, and your onslaught finally begins.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be good at that–” she sighs, savoring the feeling of finally having another person get her off. She moans her love without shame; an audience through her open window is nothing compared to you right between her legs. A horrid sense of shame comes over her as she watches you watch her squirm and thrash from being eaten out: her face reddens, her lip quivers, her pussy leaks more and more to entice and keep you from leaving her forever. Never mind that she forgets that you need air to breathe; you almost agree that right now Dahyun is the only thing keeping you alive at all.

She’s starting to buck her hips, her thighs nearly crushing your head between them, her back arching to signal her impending release. Any moment now, she'll lose control and her floodgates will open; she'll threaten to drown you with her love, she'll tug at your hair and grind against your face as her orgasm overtakes her. Fight to keep her down, struggle against her thrashing to hold her hips steady. Your determination to receive the reward for all your hard work drives you: relish in the smoothness of her skin under your fingertips, savor the slick that she releases just for you. 

“Mmf, fuck yes, please, oh my god, oh mmm–”

“Hnnggg– Aaahh!” Another voice interrupts Dahyun's, and her attention whips to where it came from. The door swings open behind you, or at least you hear it, as Dahyun squeezes you ever harder right as her climax arrives. 

“Youngeun, what are you– Aaaaahhh!” She explodes right onto your tongue, and for a moment the world fades around you. Her nectar floods your senses with perfection you could never find anywhere else, the hauntingly succulent mix of sweetness and sin drawing out your own moans as she thrashes against her mattress. You force out more of her juices with relentless laps at her sex, while the frenzied pulling at your hair and pushing against your forehead tells you she doesn’t know what she wants past letting out everything she can. 

It takes just a little while longer before she settles, and as she releases you from her legs you get a grasp of what just happened. Youngeun is unsteady at the door, a hand on the frame and the other still in her shorts. The look in her eyes is one of shock and embarrassment like you’ve never seen, and by the way Dahyun stares back, frozen and equally wide-eyed, you gather the situation at the very least isn't what they were expecting either. 

Tension hangs heavy in the air, and neither of them move an inch. You're only still in the middle of recovering from having your breath taken away, but it grows more uncomfortable for you most of all. As far as you're concerned, they're stepsisters, and the younger one who thought you were sweet for helping her in the street fair just watched you eat out her elder sister and got off like some porn video. 

Youngeun is the one to break the ice: “Shit, unnie, I'm sorry, I'll go! Just forget I was here–” before getting cut off herself. “Hey,” Dahyun reigns, “sit.” She motions her sister towards the gaming chair, and Youngeun, judgment clouded with fear, takes sheepish steps to approach it. 

Dahyun pulls you up to her eye level, keeping hands on your cheeks, and meets your lips with hers delicately. “Mmm, bet that was just as good for you, huh?” She runs her tongue over your mouth to lap up her spent essence, and you meet her halfway, deepening the kiss.

Still, the presence recently known is now a presence impossible to ignore. Despite Dahyun’s love spreading from her lips to yours, her heat bringing your temperature up all the same, you can’t help but be wary of the girl on her gaming chair taking after her sister, legs on the armrests and fingers in her dripping cunt. Dahyun tries in vain to pull your attention back to her, only her, and how could you resist either one? 

“Mm, Youngeunie,” she sings, breaking away momentarily, “behind you, on the right, top drawer, it’ll help.” She returns to the kiss as easily as drawing the curtains to show you, while off to the side you hear the shuffling friction of wood against wood as her sister pulls out the drawer.

“Unnie, this is…” she says, but the thought is lost and replaced with a prolonged moan. Dahyun slips her tongue into your mouth, grunting as she feels your cock throb against the lips of her puffy cunt, coating your shaft with her liquid heat and coaxing you into a worsening state of mind. Her pussy quivers against the underside of your cock, chipping away at your common sense, until…

Meet your forehead to hers, make sure she stays how she is. Your left hand wraps around her neck, controlling her air and keeping her still, while your right dips into her sex to draw out her slick for you. Stroke your cock at the evil you’re planning, line up your tip to her entrance, and with absolutely no warning, no mercy, no reprieve, push your head past her welcoming glistening lips and into her tight, loving pussy. 

“Mmmm, fuck, shit, oh– Oh my god, oh my god!!” Dahyun’s pleasure comes in the form of unsteady grunt and weak scratches against the hand on her neck. Her face takes on a light shade of red, her forehead creases, and her tongue is only nearly starting to stick out. Her pussy squeezes around your cock like it never wants to let go, her tightness driving you crazy with how good she feels, that you maybe wouldn’t mind putting a fucking baby in her. 

Your hand leaves her neck and immediately she pulls you down to kiss the bruises you almost left there. Keep pounding into her, feeling her slick all over your cock, throbbing hard and hitting her good spots while sliding in and out of her pussy like it was all yours. 

The moment her fingers relax then tense in your hair, you’re given just enough freedom back to see what’s gotten her so distracted, only to find–

Youngeun slumps further back onto the chair as far as she can without falling off. Her toes curl in the air as she diligently and roughly pumps the dildo in and out of her own cunt. Her top is pulled over above her chest, and she pinches and tweaks her nipples nonstop while cupping and squeezing her tits. “Unnie, unnie, fuck, he’s so hot…” she moans, dead-set on fucking herself with her sister’s dildo to the sight of you railing her beloved unnie. 

“Fuck, Youngeunie, you’re such a pervert for getting off to this…” Dahyun again lifts her back off the mattress, and you know by now what this means. Her grunts turn erratic just as quickly, her pussy clenching tighter around you, practically begging you to stay inside her.

“Hngg, unnie, h-how good is he? I bet he f-feels so big…” “He really fucking is,” she sighs, waiting for the inevitable, slowly letting her sensibilities go. Her lips crash onto yours once more, slipping you her tongue like retaking its rightful place in your mouth. The sight of it causes you to throb inside her again, and amidst the thrusts in and out of her cunt along with Youngeun's own jerking off to your side, you feel your time's drawing to a close. 

Make the most of it, who knows if you'll ever get this chance again. Pull Dahyun up to sit on your lap, force her to bounce on your cock. She follows like a good girl; savoring how you feel inside her, making sure that your cock is snug and comfy between her tight, slick walls. Your hands slide under her top to grope her chest, and she lets out a sultry moan of approval at how you're handling her so well. Her nipples are taut and hard against your fingertips, and the circling around her sensitive mounds only does you favors as she gets wetter and wetter, taking your cock like a champ.

“I can't fucking take it anymore,” she grunts out loud, and in one swift motion her top leaves her body, exposing all of herself to you. Before you could even dive in yourself, she pulls you onto her chest, and as soon as you're able to, you get her nipple in between your teeth. Her boobs bounce against your face as she rides you even harder, desperately chasing her own release, seeming to forget everything and everyone else. 

“Fuck, fuck!” Youngeun switches hands; poor thing must be getting tired. A quick look back over to her and you find the dildo covered with slick and cream, her pussy red and puffy, her nipples sore and just as hard as her unnie's, and her eyes near tears. A quick bout of desire to get off to the sight of her overcomes you, but Dahyun tears your attention back to her, switching to her other nipple, just as she starts grinding against your dick like she found a better spot to hit inside her.

“Unnie, I-I'm close, please, you’re so hhhhot,” the younger begs in reckless need. Her toes curl and uncurl in weary need, tears starting to streak down the sides of her faces, just as her hair sticks to her forehead at the drops of sweat only starting to form enmasse. 

Dahyun pulls you away, back to her, and rests her head on your shoulder, “Oppa, I’m close too,” she says with incessant sighs and gasps, curiously in sync with her bounces on your cock, “i-indulge me, would you?” She looks at you with the same weary love, the same tired, impatient persuasion. 

Steel your resolve in the face of her begging. You’re finally in a winning position, with the pretty neighbor girls in the palm of your hand. A different emotion seeps into your head, one of responsibility: to finish what you started, to make good on your promises, to show both of them a good time. Dahyun’s half-lidded eyes flutter open and shut with every suckle and bite at her breasts, while Youngeun’s thighs jiggle with every forceful jerk of her hips against her toy. They’ve had enough, and you’re reaching your limit too.

“Keep your window open, got it?” A surge of confidence laces your voice at the most unexpected time, and brings out a lustful groan from the girl on your lap. “Yes, oppa, watch me all you l-like…” 

“Good girl. And you,” your attention shoots to Youngeun, who you find has her lower lip between her teeth and nearly drawing blood, “you’re fucked in the head for getting off to this, but I kind of like that.” Upon hearing it, her eyes shut as she pistons her dildo as hard and fast as she can into her pussy, screaming “Fuck, oppa, please! Watch me too!!!”

The perfect opportunity reveals itself, the strings pulled taut against both of your puppets in a cruel dance for your pleasure. A bite on Dahyun’s neck and a mind-numbingly deep thrust into her sex is the last straw to finally send her over the edge as well. 

“Oh shit, oh shit, I’m cumming!!!” A beautiful cry rips across her throat, and her pussy squeezes tight around your throbbing cock. Her juices flow out of her cunt generously, spraying all over your lap and the bedsheets underneath you. She buries her face into your shoulder, her teeth finding and marking flesh where her lips surround. Dahyun constricts around you, her body seizing and gripping onto you tight as her hips jerk with every stream of her girlcum that sprays out her sore cunt. Her fingers dig into your back, in no way hard enough to draw blood but only as hard as to leave marks, while her legs wrap around your waist in dire need to keep you in place and draw as much of her pleasure as she humanly can from you. 

“Hngg, hahh, haaaAAAHHH!” Off to the side, Youngeun’s climax crashes over her as well, causing her toes to curl and her eyes to shut as hard as she can. She twists and turns the toy inside her pussy, hitting her good spot again and again as her cum gushes out of her in messy streams down onto the seat of her chair and floor in front of her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and her tongue hangs free from her mouth, her ass jiggles with every jerk of her hips forward, and a prolonged and mindless moan snakes its way through her throat like music to you and your partner’s ears. 

After all this, Dahyun’s whimpering finally brings you over the edge too. Her weak cries are the signal of her surrender to you, and what better way to claim her than to give her what she wants? Your grip on her waist tightens, and surely your handprints will stay on her sides for her to admire and recall when she misses you, but for now you keep her still just as she does to you. One last thrust into her is all that’s left, hit her good spot one last time, and it all comes crashing down. You erupt into her pussy, filling her with a burning heat that spreads through her entire fertile body. Each spurt of cum forces another groan of love from her, and she savors the feeling of being filled with your seed like it’s what she was made for. Your forehead meets hers and you capture her lips, and more of her tiny grunts and sighs slip through as your tongues dance around each other.

Once it ends, and you feel your cum stream out of her from the sheer amount alone, you crash sideways onto her pillow with her. She stays wrapped around you, breathing heavy and looking satisfied, just like her stepsister on her chair just a few feet away. Youngeun catches you waving her over, and she takes the spot on the bed opposite her unnie to cuddle up next to you as well. Dahyun snores quietly on your left, while Youngeun snuggles your chest to your right, and with two of your pretty neighbors bare and spent thanks to you, you drift off to sleep with them knowing you’d always enjoy a show the moment you ask. 

[leashybebes]

fic: blue and gold (26/28)

today's @bucktommyfluffebruary prompt is picnic date. (preparing the picnic may or may not count but we are where we are). my fill is here and below

this is essentially part one of three in the final mini-arc and i'm gonna cry. i can't believe it's (almost) over!!

Buck starts with the sandwiches. Tommy's go-to sad sandwich is pre-sliced chicken, cheese, and onion, but Buck's pretty sure he can do better than that. He slow roasts a whole chicken with herbs and butter, slices the white meat into thick wedges, shreds the brown meat for a bastardized biryani salad that Tommy always goes wild for. He caramelized the red onions the night before and spent a frankly unhinged amount of time in the dairy aisle picking out just the right sharp cheddar. For the bread, he goes for a crusty white loaf that he perfected way back when. He doesn't bake so much anymore, but it did end up being a way to wind down after a busy shift, so he's not too rusty, and the bread turns out great. It feels like a good sign.

While the bread cools, he whips up some flatbreads for lamb gyros. He cuts a few corners, doesn't make the tzatziki himself, but he's on the clock, and he doesn't think Tommy will notice. He picked up some gorgeous looking tomatoes, some of which get sliced for the gyros, and some diced for the biryani salad. While he's blending the hummus he wonders if maybe he's going overboard, but shrugs it off. He wants this to be the single best picnic anyone's ever had. He wants to include everything Tommy might want.

The red velvet cupcakes were an easy choice. They're Tommy's favorite by far which Buck doesn't get at all, if he's being honest. But Tommy insists they're better than regular chocolate no matter how many times Buck tells him about the use of cochineal in red food coloring. So, Buck makes red velvet cupcakes. He takes more care than usual in applying the frosting, aiming for generous but neat.

The sandwiches, gyros and cookies get saran wrapped, the salads and dips and cupcakes get boxed up in tupperware of varying sizes, and stacked neatly into the cooler bag. He'd debated over the aesthetic merits of an actual picnic basket but wound up favoring cold beers instead.

The last thing he does is dig through the linen closet to find the blanket Tommy's mom had sent them home with from Taos. It's soft and comfortable and colorful and Buck thinks that, if all goes well, Maya will get a kick of knowing it was there with them.

He's a little surprised by how little anxiety he's feeling. Excitement, sure. But once the bread rose and the cream cheese frosting didn't split, all the anxiety drifted away. He pats his hip pocket almost unconsciously and gets back into the Jeep.

He pulls into the parking lot at Harbor ten minutes before Tommy's shift is due to end, twenty before he actually steps outside. The sun's low in the sky and Tommy looks golden. He pauses at the sight of the Jeep, smiles and redirects to cross the lot.

"Hey, handsome," Buck says, leaning his elbow on the open window. "You busy tonight?"

[loveridden1999]

maybe it's periods but i am craving chicken biryani and a lover who'd make it for me lovingly because they'd know how bad my cramps are is that too much to ask

[forgeofthenine]

So I met a fellow tiefling bachelors enthusiast and we got into a conversation about weather or not the three would like foods from earth. Specifically pizza. What do you think will happen when the modern s/o (post absolute) makes them pizza for the first time?

I've gotta admit Anon, this did end up becoming more of a broad 'modern food' reaction, but I did add all of their opinions on pizza! I hope you still enjoy it :)

How the tiefling bachelors react to modern food

Dammon

Dammon strikes me as the kind of guy that genuinely really likes pizza

He's not picky with food, you can top it with anything and give him any type of base and he'll still enjoy it

I actually think he'd like pizzas with unique toppings, he'd be big on olives on pizza, or Hawaiian style ones with pineapple, and he'd love dessert pizza

One of Dammons favourite at home date night ideas ends up being cooking up a pizza dinner together

Both of you filling the counter with potential toppings and very occasionally sabotaging each others pizza

He'd also like other more 'modern' foods, think hot dogs, popcorn, and shoe string style chips

Hot dogs in particular he'll happily load up with all the fixings, you'll start to wonder if he has more toppings than hot dog

Dammon is a defender of loaded fries too, and he's always offering you a taste of whatever topping combo he's come up with this time

Zevlor

I feel like Zevlor wouldn't be a big fan of pizza

Modern pizza chains would be too greasy for his taste and homemade pizza just doesn't hit the spot

I feel like if he could though, Zevlor would get really into modern barbeque and smoked meat culture

As soon as he realises the possibilities there's no stopping him

I think Zevlor would really vibe with burgers, particularly because with the right kind of meat and toppings it's not too greasy

A big fan of chicken burgers, and if he is making a burger with beef then he's a huge supporter of beetroot on burgers

He'd love having a wood smoker too, absolutely the type to put research and practice into making the best smoked brisket and smoked fish

The good food and sense of accomplishment really keep him circling back to the hobby, very quickly becoming an expert

Zevlor loves seeing your reactions to his latest food endeavours too

Rolan

Okay, I feel like Rolan has no strong opinions of pizza, hot dogs, or burgers

They're all something he where he could take it or leave it, not a big deal to him

He does appreciate it if you cook any of these for him though

However, there are some modern foods he absolutely loves

One of them is sushi, he's obsessed from first taste

Rolan loves a variety of sushi but his favourites include tuna, salmon, egg, and avocado

He likes that it's quick and easy to eat without him feeling bogged down afterwards

When he's wanting something a bit different he'd go for Korean fried chicken

I see Rolan as someone that handles spice really well and I think he'd enjoy some spicy fried chicken

Between the crunch as he bites into it and all the different spices used have him addicted

His love of spicy food doesn't end there though, this man would love biryani

The spicier the better for him

Unless you're also good with spice don't ask for a bit of Rolans food, or you might find your tongue burning

[purplesimmer455]

Cam and Iseul head out of the room and join Piper in the kitchen. Iseul says she’ll make dinner, and Cam grins. “Sure, Is. If it’s not too much of a bother.” She says and Iseul grins. “It’s not. I took a southeast Asian cooking class and I want to try a recipe for you guys.” She says, and she gets out some ingredients and makes sure she has everything. Cam watches her auntie start to prep everything, smiling as she sees how calm and confident Iseul looks while cooking.

As Iseul starts to cook, she looks at Piper and says, “You know, when Cammy was a toddler, her parents would drop her off at my old apartment for a few hours and I’d watch her and play with her and take her to the park. Plus, I’d make her this dish called Dak Juk, a rice porridge with chicken in it that isn’t too spicy*, and she’d be so excited when I placed her in her high chair to eat.” Iseul says, her eyes playful as she looks at adult Cam now, and Piper smiles. “I remember that, it was always so much fun to see you cook and grumble when you dropped something.” Cam says, grinning at her auntie. “Yup, I was trying not to curse in front of you so I chose to grumble instead.” Iseul says with a laugh.

The Burmese samosa soup is ready after a while, and Piper takes out the bowls while Cam helps Iseul shift the soup from the pot to a big bowl. Iseul ladles out to soup to the three bowls and sits with Cam and Piper at the kitchen island. “This is so good, auntie Is.” Piper says after taking a bite, and Iseul smiles. “Thanks Pipes. It’s not too spicy is it?” She teases. “No, of course not. Plus, I’m part Pakistani and grew up eating my mom and Nana Maya’s food, so I’m used to it,” she says as Iseul laughs. “Yeah, I can imagine. I had some of your mom’s biryani at a party and it was delicious but definitely spicy as heck.” Iseul says.

[vezlayfood]

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Gone are the days when vegetarian options meant just paneer or dal. With urban millennials, Gen Z, and even health-conscious boomers opting for cruelty-free and protein-rich diets, India is now experiencing a plant-based boom — and Vezlay is leading the charge.

🥗 Who is Vezlay Foods?

Founded in 2010, Vezlay Foods Pvt. Ltd. is an Indian brand dedicated to developing plant-based, protein-rich alternatives to meat — all made from nutritious soya. They’re not just another “mock meat” brand — they’re revolutionizing how we eat.

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A Vision for a Healthier Tomorrow

Vezlay believes that you shouldn’t have to choose between taste and health. Their vision is to make high-quality, nutritious, and tasty vegetarian food easily accessible to every Indian household.

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🛒 Product Range Offered by Vezlay

Vezlay isn’t just about one or two items — they offer an entire range of delicious plant-based foods that even non-vegetarians love.

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Soya Chikka

This is Vezlay’s bestseller — think of it as plant-based chicken that’s juicy, flavorful, and can be used in biryanis, curries, or rolls. Vezlay Soya Chikka is healthy and tasty food products.

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Perfect for evening snacks or house parties, these kababs grill beautifully and taste even better with green chutney.

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Loaded with protein, fiber, and essential amino acids, Vezlay products are a smart choice for fitness freaks and families alike.

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⚡ Why Vezlay is a Game-Changer

Bridging the Gap Between Vegetarians and Meat Lovers

Vezlay helps people transition to a plant-based diet without sacrificing flavor or texture.

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From spicy kababs to masaledaar curries, Vezlay knows what your taste buds crave.

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From homemakers to bodybuilders, everyone’s singing praises of Vezlay.

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Scroll through Instagram or Google Reviews, and you’ll see foodies sharing recipes and raving about the taste.

🇮🇳 Vezlay in the Indian Market

Distribution Across India

Available in Delhi, Mumbai, Bangalore, Pune, and many more cities through online and offline platforms.

Collaborations With Retail Giants

Find Vezlay Vegan products in Big Bazaar, Nature’s Basket, Modern Bazaar, and top health food stores.

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FSSAI Certified

Every item goes through rigorous quality control and food safety checks.

100% Vegan and Preservative-Free

No animal products, no harmful chemicals — only clean eating.

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Reducing Dependence on Animal Products

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👩‍🍳 Cooking with Vezlay

Easy Recipes You Can Try

Soya Chikka Biryani

Veg Chicken Tikka Masala

Soya Shami Burger

Tips to Maximize Flavor

Marinate with curd & spices for 30 minutes

Cook on a non-stick tawa for crispiness

Add fresh herbs and lemon juice at the end

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Expansion Plans

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New Products in the Pipeline

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🧾 Conclusion

Vezlay Foods is not just a brand — it’s a lifestyle revolution. Whether you’re a committed vegan, a curious flexitarian, or just someone who wants to eat healthier, Vezlay is the delicious, nutritious, and guilt-free choice you’ve been waiting for. It’s time to turn your plate into a planet-friendly power meal.

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[redbleedingrose]

I feel like Rhys makes some good ass hot chai.

Not like the chai’s from coffee shops if that makes sense, but the real authentic shit that you can make at home.

I’m craving some hot chai right now but I can’t make any because I used up the last of my ingredients last night and I don’t want to go to the store 😔😔

He’s also a great cook. Had to throw that in there.

He really does. Rhysand is a pro at making chai, the mother hen he is. Male is putting the cinnamon and cardamom into the chai with the cloves and it is just mwah, chefs kiss.

I can agree that he makes some bomb ass food, though he rarely does it. His mother def taught him how to make chicken biryani that is so spicy, your mouth waters every time you have it. And the beef nihari he makes??? Shut the fuck up its so fucking good. The spice, the beef literally falling apart in your mouth with the buttered naan that he made himself.

sigh, he is the best cook out of the two of you, and while you loathe to admit it, he makes the best chai in the WORLD.

Also don't even get me started on the fact that he hand feeds you your meals. You are his QUEEN, and you are not lifting a finger. Not even for fresh cooked palaou. His favorite part is when you use your teeth to scrap the flavor off his fingers. Def gets the slut in him going imo.

[thedaliybite]

Discover the spicy, herbal flavors of Donne chicken briyani recipes made with green masala, seeraga samba rice, and rustic Bangalore flair

Donne chicken recipe click here for this

[ramcharantitties]

Rangrez

Chapter 3: Keen

Sita's note: Imagine lying to a police officer lol

When Akhtar brought Kainat home, the whole family stalled, thinking he got married. He already had this responsibility, how was he going to get married now? The breath of relief they exhaled upon clarification sent Akhtar in confusion and made Kainat smile to herself.

It was a sweet family of four people, the kind of family Kainat often dreamed of. A supportive mother, a loving sister and a present father. Somehow, somewhere, Kainat envied Akhtar. Kainat soon got to know that they have a mechanic shop. She promised that as much as she is welcomed home, she won't extend her stay for long.

The only person she didn't understand was Ram. He was serious, yet kind looking man. There were glimpse of hope yet burden in his eyes, and she was keen to know more. Besides, years of training has told her how to read the face of a man. Their first meeting, as she felt, was tolling on him. She didn't understand if he was an ally to the police- perhaps yes. Maybe he was an inside informer. Spies reigned the streets of Lahore- she couldn't be trusting of anyone, anywhere. Kainat felt closer to her goal of freedom after coming to Delhi. The underground and informal meetings, exchange of information and knowledge, planning revolts and revolutions- she wanted to be a part of all of it. And it wasn't possible from the back of her horse cart.

But Delhi was not as easy to fit in, just like this family. Kainat always spent most of her time alone in Shahi Mahal, and sometimes she sprawled upon Khwabgah, doing her art. She painted various murals, only for them to be covered with dust instead of praises. Kainat wondered if she could do all of that here. But this close knit family reminded her that sometimes the best moment comes from just spending time together. Rehana was occasionally kind, but never hated Kainat. Mallika for some reason, did.

The expressions that planted on Kainat's face were only readable to Ram. She felt lucky to be invited to this lunch, eating with everyone. Ram could see the gratefulness on her face. But that raised questions in his mind. Kainat sat next to Akhtar, across Ram. Picking up her spoon, she began to eat when Akhtar pulled it back. "Eat from your hands, that's more fulling" Ram stared at Kainat, who hesitated but followed Akhtar. The way she took small bites, her hands, her lips, everything was elegant about her. Ram's gaze was interrupted when he felt Akhtar tapping his knee and smiling to himself.

Kainat saw Akhtar almost everyday, but he never really asked or interrogated about her background. She often told her Lahore stories to his younger sister anyways although Kainat never saw Ram. She wanted to thank Akhtar and his family, so she took up the kitchen to make Chicken Biryani for them.

She sat away from them, watching and serving when needed. As they huddled around the huge plate, the graceful Kainat died inside. Ram and Akhtar devoured the dish twice the speed of everyone else. On one incident, Akhtar used both his hands to eat. "Akhtar bhaiya, eat from your right hand!" She remarked, when she felt Ram's hot gaze at her. "How does it matter, I'm gonna eat it anyways" Akhtar's reply took away Ram's attention. "You come and eat too" Akhtar looked at Kainat.

Everyone relaxed after the meal, and Ram saw Kainat cleaning the kitchen up, following her. "What was your name again?" Ram's velvety voice shocked Kainat, making her jump. She looked back to see Ram leaning against the door frame, his eyes fixated on her. She turned around to face him. "Kainat" she muttered. "And where do you come from, in Lahore?"

"Heer-" a realisation dawned on Kainat; what if he knew about her birthplace? "Heer?" Kainat saw Ram straining to hear more. "Near Heeramandi" she said, her breaths getting shorter. "And why did you come to Delhi?" Kainat thought hard- would it hurt to tell the truth? "My sister was going to sell me to someone, after our parents died. She wanted everything my father has written in his will for me. So I ran away" Kainat looked down, her hands fiddling. "Do you belong to any royalty or just a rich family?" The poor girl looked up at Ram again. "Rich family, my father's business boomed" she wondered if that's how children with fathers talk. "And how l-" "you ask too many questions" Kainat couldn't help but notice. "Even Akhtar bhaiya didn't ask as many" she smiled, looking at Ram's mouth agape. His expression turned to a sincere and serious one, as he moved closer to her, step by step.

"And that's why I have to." Ram's breath hit her, his voice audible to only them. Kainat's smile fell. They stared at each other for what seemed to be a long time, when they were interrupted by a voice outside. "Kainat, can you make tea for everyone?"

She moved almost immediately, turning around to pick up the pan and filled it with water. Kainat reached her hand out to pick up the steel box of tea leaves, only to find it empty. She could still feel Ram staring at her every move, but she said nothing. Ammi did say in the morning where the box of tea leaves is, but it was too up for Kainat. She tried to pick it up, but her fingers slid it back on the shelf. Kainat could feel a presence around her, closer than where Ram was. She turned around to see Ram picking up the box. He breathed down Kainat's neck, his fingers barely grazing the box. "Maybe I should move" she began to escape the close space, only to be stopped by Ram's denial. "No, I got it" he said, handing the box to her now.

Kainat muttered a small thanks, and put two spoons of leaves in the boiling water, when she felt Ram's lips almost touching her ear. "If I found that you're lying, there'd be repercussions". A chill went down her spine, but before she could turn and see him- the kitchen was empty.

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Tagging: @jkdaddy01 @ramayantika @definitelyhim @starlight-1010 @panikk-attackkk @vijayasena @lilliebeingdelulu @multifandom-boss-bitch @yehsahihai

[stormandforge]

Things about Lifedeath that have always confused me

How exactly did Forge introduce himself to Ororo? "Hi, I'm just some rando who fished you out of the river and you're in my house because reasons"?

Genius mutant inventor, can make anything...doesn't own a waterproof prosthetic.

Ororo: stupid me, I should never have tried to impress him with that dress. Also Ororo: Let me put on this super tight outfit with low cleavage.

Ok guys, is there a joke with the Hyderabadi baigan subji (if that's even how you spell it)? I know I'm showing my whiteness here, but I definitely didn't know what it was, and I'm going to assume I'm not the only one. So is the joke the coincidence of both Forge and Storm knowing about it? Or is a white writer trying to make me feel uncultured for not recognising a dish he probably only knows about from living in England (the country that colonised India)? I guess it would have been too pedestrian for Storm and Forge to bond over chicken biryani, but I'm confused all the same.

Genius mutant inventor, can make anything, defeated by...a landline.

Can you tell I've read this comic waaaay too many times?

[lilacmuse]

As Spring showers doze off into a peaceful, calm slumber, the languid heat of early Summer stretches its arms and emerges with a quiet roar, and with it, i bid farewell to another beautiful season of celebration.

On the Tuesday before Ghadeer, i went to the Sunni youth center and met up with my friends there; the lecture was quite beautiful, tender, and sincere. On Wednesday, i went to a heart-meltingly beautiful wedding milad at the masjid. Afterward, i caught up with some friends, said salaam to about 50,000 people, and finally sat down to take in the bliss of a plate of amazing biryani. On Thursday, i went to a dreamy pool party at my friend's house- the menu featured everything from buffalo chicken sliders to piping hot pakoras; i made guacamole using the amazing recipe my Mexican fairy godmother once taught me. I never learned how to swim despite a youth full of lake picnics and pool parties, so i ended up spending much of the evening floating around on a pool float like a lazy little mermaid while chatting and eating ice cream. I was absolutely freezing by the time i got out, but it was one of my favorite days of the year so far :)

On Friday, i went to part one of the Eid-e Ghadeer milad at my masjid, featuring a lecture by a scholar i affectionately think of as 'Twitter Shaykh'. I never actually listen to his lectures because i find him a bit lacking in depth and substance at times (i think of him as the Shi'a equivalent of Omar Suleiman), but i deeply respect him and occasionally enjoy his tweets. His speech that night far exceeded my expectations; it was simple yet thought-provoking, and he made some deeply compelling points about why Shi'a and Sunni accounts of history came to differ so greatly on such vital matters. It was extremely bittersweet and truly underscored how quickly the Ahlulbayt (as) were abandoned by the ummah after the death of Rasulallah (pbuh)... what a strange and apt parallel to the ummah of today. From there, we went to a youth session at my childhood masjid hosted by the resident scholar. I don't often hear his lectures because i don't go there very often, but i was completely blown away by how thoughtful, deep, and sensitive the talk was. On the previous day, one of his videos had come up on my tiktok feed, so i automatically followed him. He immediately followed me back, which made me nervous for a moment- until i remembered that being perceived doesn't always have to mean being misjudged; kind eyes will always be gentle in the way they see us.

He looked at me throughout the talk as if it were a conversation between our souls, and his tone was extremely compassionate, reassuring, and tender as he emphasized the importance of being gentle with ourselves as we navigate spiritual growth- it was an unusually nuanced, thoughtful approach to a topic that usually leans in the fire and brimstone direction. He was refreshingly vulnerable as he admitted that he himself struggles, and his authenticity made his words hit that much deeper. Many lectures these days feel like stand-up comedy acts, but i was excited to find that his talk was all substance; i don't necessarily want a scholar to make me laugh- literally anyone can do that- i want them to make me think. The longer he spoke, the deeper he got. He also told stories about my beloved Sayyid Ali Qadhi and Agha Bahjat multiple times, which made my soul light up with ecstasy; hearing about the awliya of God will always be my happy place. He mentioned that when he would cross paths with Agha Bahjat as a child in Qom, he would sometimes worry that Agha might look into his soul and perceive him as something terrible, so he'd frantically recite Ya Sattar ul Uyub before going near him- the story made me laugh because i could easily see myself doing the same thing 🙈

The next day, i went to a beautiful ladies milad to celebrate the blessed day of Ghadeer. I recited one of my favorite kalaams about Imam Ali (as)- it's this gorgeous, dreamy masterpiece by a phenomenal Sunni reciter: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z10HeKLxN4Y&ab_channel=ZainSaeedi Everything about it- from the otherworldly melody to the esoteric beauty of the words- leaves me in awe every time i hear it. The tune is so complex, it took me ages to figure out how to navigate the melody and tailor it to suit my voice, but i eventually got there. The gist of the words is this: "the world of my thoughts revolves solely around Ali, or the sons of Ali; all of my affection is for Ali, or the sons of Ali."

I went through a phase last year where i watched every interview of that reciter i could find, purely because the depth of his love for the Ahlulbayt (as) moved me beyond words; there is no quality more beautiful in my eyes than that. The reciter had mentioned that though he comes from a hardcore Sunni family, many people had 'accused' him of being Shi'a because of the intensity of his love for the Ahlulbayt (as). Instead of shying away, he doubled down on praising the Ahlulbayt (as) and reiterated how central their love is to his existence- what a legend. During one interview, he mentioned that his teacher had once told him that in this day and age, there is a Hussaini Sunnism and a Yazidi Sunnism, and the Nasibis and Wahhabis have pushed many, many people toward the latter. I couldn't quite envision what he meant at the time, but i see it all the time now.

After an hour at the ladies milad, i went to the masjid in time for the second Ghadeer lecture- it was a very cerebral, historically rooted discussion on the textual history and substance of the actual khutba of Ghadeer. In stark contrast to the passionate, ecstatic energy of the ladies' milad, the atmosphere at the masjid was quite somber, with only a few salawats. I had to remind myself that it isn't part of every culture to be expressive in one's love for the Ahlulbayt (as), but i don't think doing so is an exclusively Desi habit; every time i listen to one of Sayyid Khamenei's speeches, for instance, i hear plenty of takbirs, salawats, and exclamations of subhanallah- i think the crowd's reactions add to the atmospheric power of the speech, making it feel almost like a dance between the hearts of the audience and the speaker. That night at the masjid, it almost felt like i was at a Sunni halaqa- sometimes, when i'm attending a Sunni lecture and it gets too quiet, i reflexively say salawat during the pauses because it's such a deeply ingrained habit; i found myself doing the same that night. Somberness aside, i really appreciated the lecture and the intent behind it.

After the lecture, i headed back to the ladies' milad because i was supposed to take my mom home, but she ended up deciding to stay, so i stuck around to greet people and have iftar with everyone. The environment at the milad was still extremely happy and lively, which made my soul rejoice. After extensive socializing, several cups of rooh afza, and an abundance of samosas, i went back to the masjid for a youth Q&A with the Twitter Shaykh. The questions were pretty simple, but he was extremely generous and thorough with his answers. Nearly all the questions came from the guys' side, and he seemed disappointed at the girls' lack of participation- he repeatedly asked if we had any questions and pointedly looked at me, which made me laugh- i don't think we've ever spoken, but i guess i have the easily identifiable look of someone who always has questions (i do). I considered asking something just to humor him, but i was so sleepy, i couldn't quite muster the energy, and my questions tend to lean a bit too complex for Q&As.

The next day, i went to a beautiful charity luncheon featuring the Twitter Shaykh and one of my favorite speakers, who helped found the charity in question. During the latter's speech, he talked about his journey going from working in finance to deciding to become a scholar, and the way he described arriving in Najaf and pushing himself out of his comfort zone was deeply inspiring. He also talked about those situations in life when you feel a strong intuitive pull to talk to someone, and explained why you should never ignore that feeling. He said that after ignoring it once and regretting it, he had followed that feeling, which led him to the man who he ended up founding this incredible Islamic charity with- i think that entire message was something i'd really needed to hear, given how generally shy i am. During lunch, he came to the ladies' table and humbly asked us if we needed anything, if he could bring us anything, etc, even though he was our guest; the beauty of his akhlaq was genuinely awe-inspiring to witness.

As he spoke to us, i decided to tell him how much i had loved the Fatimiyya lecture he had done about 2 years ago; it remains one of my all-time favorites. I think i caught him slightly off-guard, but he seemed appreciative. I also asked if he would consider creating a podcast about Hadith e Kisa, because he had once spoken about it so deeply- he tentatively said yes, but i think i might push behind the scenes to make sure it happens because i think it would be extremely valuable. I had also wanted to say salaam to the Twitter Shaykh and ask him a question, but i was so engrossed in talking to the other scholar, i completely forgot he was there- hopefully there'll be a next time, iA 🙈 I have this problem every time i'm in the presence of someone i feel spiritually aligned with- everything and everyone else disappears because it's such a rare experience for me. As the luncheon wrapped up, me and my friends tentatively made plans to hang out during the following week.

Right after the luncheon, i met up with another one of my friends at a Yemeni coffee shop and we talked for quite a while. She then invited me over to have dinner with her family, which was a blast- her mom gave me a tour of her beautiful garden, and i ended up having a deep discussion on geopolitics and the Iran/Israel situation with her dad during dinner- i'm basically an elderly uncle on the inside, so conversations like that are the peak of amusement for me. My friend and i went out for dinner again the following night, and had a very deep discussion on fate, love, and Divine will.

All in all, it was a very hectic week and weekend, but i absolutely loved it- i'm so grateful for all the incredible forms of love and friendship i get to experience in this lifetime; Alhamdulillah for everything. If you're reading this, may God fill your life with tranquility, the bliss of His nearness, and a depth of love for the Ahlulbayt (as) that only deepens with the passage of time.

Love always,

x r

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