#kaju barfi

[theghanshyam-universe]

Best Kaju Barfi in Amritsar - The Ghanshyam Mithaiwale

[quietimtryingtostudy]

Kaju barfi my beloved

[indiagiftsonline]

Karwa Chauth Vrat Katha With Kaju Barfi - Indiagift.in

Online karwa chauth vrat khath with kaju barfi for your wife gifts. click on the link and purchease now.

[evermoredeluxe]

KAJU KATLI IS OVERRATED // You take that back. Its blasphemous to say kaju katli is overrated when bloody boondi ladoo exists.

boondi laddu > kaju katli

[vi-enti]

happy diwali!!! may everyone’s day be filled with light and laughter 💛🪔

[buttercuparry]

all of you thirsting over aemond targaryen on my dashboard...🙂

[dorkthoughts]

We don't stand soan papdi slander in this household!!!

[kushi-s]

Milk Barfi / Indian Milk Fudge https://www.cookwithkushi.com/milk-barfi-burfi-recipe-milk-powder-barfi/ Happy Dhanteras 

[etherealyoungk]

seventeen as indian sweets

a/n: guys this was so random idek but enjoy ig

seungcheol - kheer because it's nurturing, warm, comforting and feels like home.

jeonghan - gajar ka halwa because looks can be deceiving and at the end of the day everyone loves it.

joshua - gulab jamun, sweet and soft like him. gulab jamun is like the friendly neighbor who always brings a smile to your face with their kind and gentle demeanor.

junhui - rasgulla, looks plain but has it's own personality, spreading joy and laughter wherever they go with their infectious energy.

hoshi - barfi that comes in all the different flavours and toppings to be extra.

wonwoo - peda because it's like the soft-spoken friend who may be quiet but is filled with kindness and sincerity.

woozi - shrikhand because it might look plain but it has it's own unique personality that everyone can't help but grow to love.

minghao - rasmalai because it's timeless, elegant and a classic.

mingyu - kaju katli because it's loved by everyone and everyone wants it just like mingyu.

dokyeom - mysore pak because it's rich, indulgent and sweet like kyeom.

seungkwan - jalebi because how can you say no to jalebi and i feel like he would like it.

vernon - soan papdi because he just gives those vibes okay.

dino - mootichoor ladoo because it's fun and cheerful with the orange color like chan, always uplifting the energy in the room.

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[gaybananabread]

TickleTober Day 17 - Interrogation

@hexalianrebel-blackfeathers These ideas are making me so happy Panda I SWEAR! Love these two, they'd get up to so much fun mischief! I apologize for any Hobie-slang slander, I will not claim to fully understand how his speech patterns work (T.T) I tried, I hope you all Enjoy!

Lee: Pavitr

Ler: Hobie

Summary: Pavitr thinks it's a good idea to try and hide his candy stash from his friends, refusing to share. Hobie shows him just how persuasive he can be when it comes to the sweet treats.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Halloween: the all-around favorite holiday of the spider heroes. One group of teens, specifically, makes it their goal to bring in as much candy as possible. And they never shared with each other. Well, never shared willingly.

Pavitr had pulled quite the haul that year. He had managed to convince Gayatri to go with him, dressing in matching couple costumes. One pair of puppy dog eyes later, the spider teen had at least five pounds worth of candy in each bucket.

Gayatri wasn't really into the sugary stuff, letting him have her bucket. Now, Pav didn't exactly need all that candy; he had plenty of energy and joy to begin with. He'd always had a sweet tooth, however, constantly trying sugary confections and stealing treats from his friends.

Everyone knew about the Indian spider's love for sweets. Everyone knew that he had plenty to spare. He just needed some…persuasion. And nobody knew how to persuade Pavitr better than Hobie.

That year's hiding spot was one of his best; in the hollow pot of a large fake fern in his apartment. He preferred living house plants, but due to his Spider-Man work, Pav just didn't have time to take care of one. For once, his busy life had provided him some luck. Who would think to look in a plant pot?

He had just pulled a few treats from his stash when the loud, whirring sound of a portal interrupted him. The sunny teen stuffed the candy into his pockets just as a figure entered his dimension. Recognition was immediate; the clinking pins, thumping boots and lanky frame were instant tells. Hobie had come for a visit. His timing was awful…

"Oi Pav, how'd the candy run go?" If you knew Pavitr, one thing would be very clear; he was an awful liar. The boy had obvious tells, and almost never sold the bullshit he was trying to feed people. He would bite his lip, almost always crossing his arms when he lied. Just as he was doing then. “Not very well. I did not get as much as I was hoping for, already ate most of it.”

Hobie immediately knew he was lying. The story wasn’t bad, but the delivery was weak as a wet noodle. “Uh-huh, sure. Ey, mind tellin’ the truth? I’m not buyin’ that line a’ bull.” Pav cringed, knowing he was busted. Dishonesty just wasn’t his forte…

Still, he had gotten so much candy that year. He loved Hobie to death, but the sweets were corrupting him. He tried another lie. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, bro. This…this is all I seem to have left.” Pav, still trying his best to sell the obvious fib, pulled the ten or so pieces of candy from his pockets. There were a few hard candies, some chocolates, and even a wrapped piece of kaju barfi from the kindly older woman a few blocks away.

Hobie saw through the clear lie, though his friend’s commitment to the bit was admirable. “That so, yeah? Fine then. You asked for this, bruv.”

Before his spider-sense could warn him, Hobie lunged at Pavitr, picking the teen up and tossing him onto the nearby couch. Pav yelled and smacked at the taller man’s shoulder, but couldn’t really do much. Hobie got the jump on him, and he was already a bit giddy from the obscurity of it all. “Hoho- Hobie! Wait!”

“Nah, don’t think I will.” Pav had already known what was coming; the punk only got that look on his face when he played a certain brand of silliness. In seconds, his arms were webbed above his head, ten bony fingers running up and down the length of his ribs. “NYAHahaha! Hohohobie, noho tihihickles!”

Bubbly giggles quickly lit up Pavitr’s apartment, bringing a bit of life into the homey environment. Ever the tease, Hobie snickered as he continued his tickly attack. “No shit, Pav. That’s the point.”

Surprisingly, the boy could say and hear the t-word without getting flustered. It was teasy compliments that did him in. “Aww, that’s a cute laugh ya got, Pavi.” Hobie sent a few pokes to his armpits, getting a squeal in response. “Gonna tell me where the stash is yet?”

Typically, he’d have his bangles and web shooters to help him out of the mess. But it was a slow day, and Pav took every chance he could get to wear his normal, comfy clothes. The soft, loose shirt did little to protect against Hobie’s evil fingers. “Ihihihi- HEHEY! NOHOT THE TUHUHUMYHY!” He felt his cheeks heat up from the cute tease, both loving and hating the compliment.

“Hmm. Guess not.” Pavitr’s stomach had always been a weak point. He thought he’d grow out of it; over the years, however, it felt like his tum only got more sensitive. The boy drummed his feet on the couch beneath Hobie, trying to distract himself from the ticklish shocks spreading across his belly.

Hobie honestly found it cute. Pav’s careless smile, giddy and happy laughter, slight blush on his tan cheeks; it was perfect. He loved to play around with all his friends, but the shorter spider was definitely a favorite for that sort of affection. Saying he was soft for his loved ones would be spot on. He had no shame admitting that, or abusing the fact that they all loved it.

And abuse it he did. Pavitr could feel himself both melting and going crazy at the tickling. He honestly liked it when Hobie, or any of his friends, played the silly game. There was just something so…freeing in being able to laugh his cares away with a loved one. Especially Hobie. “COHOHOME OHON! IHIHI- WHYHYHY?!” If only he wasn’t being a bit mean to get information.

“Why? I just want a few of my fam’s sweets, but you apparently ain’t sharing. So I’m having a bit a’ fun. Unless, ya know, you wanna tell me where your hidin’ spot is?” He clawed at Pav’s belly, smirking at the adorable reactions. He could practically hear the boy’s thoughts, and they said he was enjoying himself. Nothing wrong with that, but Hobie was looking for info, not the usual cuteness. “Unless…you don’t really want this to stop…”

Two big squeezes to his sides came with the tease, making him squeal. Hobie wasn’t wrong…but no way he was admitting that. The webs pinning his hands were sturdy, he knew they wouldn’t break no matter how hard he tugged. That didn’t stop him from trying, though. “SH-SHUHUHUSH!”

That was when Hobie decided to be evil. The anarchist slipped his hands under Pav’s shirt, his cold rings making the boy squeak on impact. One hand started to squeeze Pavitr’s side, the other spidering its nails across his belly button region. The bubbly boy practically shrieked, a scream and a squeal combining to make one adorably frantic sound.

“HOHOHOBAHART! NOHOHO! DOHOHON’T- IHIT TIHiCKLES!” Hobie gasped dramatically, not stopping the tickles for a second. “Did you just government-name me? Oho, that’s it, ya little shit."

It was time to be very, very mean. Hobie pulled up Pavitr's loose shirt, exposing his toned stomach. Perfect. The punk wiggled his brows before taking a deep breath, blowing the biggest raspberry he could manage on Pav's poor belly. At the same time, he squeezed along the boy's sides, driving him mad with the ticklish combination.

Pav could barely function, the intense tickling immediately finishing him. "NAHAHA! IHIHI- IHI CAHAHAN'T! HOHOBIE PLEHEHEASE!" He bucked and squirmed, to get the Brit's head away from his ticklish tum.

He wasn't quite done yet, though. The punk blew a few smaller raspberries, making sure to shake his head so his lip piercing did a bit of tickling as well. Pavitr was practically in hysterics, thrashing and writhing to try and escape the tickles.

Hobie eventually gave him a breather, sitting up and admiring his work. Pav greedily gulped in air, giggling like mad as he tried to catch his breath. Why did he do this again… oh, right. The candy: he had almost forgotten about the treat stash.

"Al'igh Pavi, ya got one more chance. Where's your stash, mate?" Pavitr got one more poke to the armpit, just because he could. The giggly boy groaned, leaning his head back and scrunching his eyes shut.

He relented, not having any more energy left to resist."F-fihihine! Ihit's- it's ihin Anvi's pohohot. Now noho mohohore!"

That got an eye-roll from the punk. Anvi was the name of Pav's fake fern. Hobie took a small pocket knife from his waistband, cutting the webs and climbing off his friend.

The plant pot looked normal, save for a throw pillow propped on the bottom. Moving the pillow aside, Hobie found a hole in the ceramic. There, right inside, were two big buckets of candy. "Damn, Pav. Cleaned 'em out, didn' ya?"

Taking one of the buckets, Hobie replaced the pillow and walked back over to the couch. At that point, Pavitr was sitting up, his breathing returning to normal. The blush on his cheeks was very visible, but other than that, he seemed to have calmed down.

Cute… Hobie set the bucket between them, grabbing the first chocolate off the top, unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth. Pav followed suit, though he didn't pass up the chance to poke Hobie's side. The punk just chuckled, tossing an empty sweets wrapper at his head.

Totally worth it…

[daughterofruins]

@eternalephemereal log toh ab bhi mujhe ship ka rahe hai kaju barfi, aloo paratha aur akhrot ka kya hua?

Hum aur app toh hayeee hayee karne mein busy ho gaye lekin ab kya????? Paise wapas cahiye mujhe.

[arabella555bbbb]

Dance Ara Dance Blair

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[toxicwaste-ofspace]

2-26

Im not dead

Just like…dont talk about the weekend 🗿

Yogurt -110

Apple slices-30

Quest bar-180

Potato and roti- 300

Kheer-200

Kaju barfi- 200

Total

1040

Ok pog

I also might start midnight workouts (its like some account on instagram that seems relatively quiet)

Mostly bec im terrified of skinny fat and dont wanna be weak

Also it helps me sleep/ stay awake to study