#malli rrr

[fangirlshrewt97]

Malli: "Look! Bheem annayya’s training the hunters shirtless right now”

Ram *mid reviewing some battle plans turns around so fast he almost snaps his neck*: WHERE?!

Sita *high-fiving Malli in the background*: *hysterical laughter*

Bheem, fully clothed: ?????????

[nisreensartworld]

"I Will Bring Her Back"

Painting by me,

Coloured ink, acrylic, coloured pencil, paper

I painted this imagining the moment when Bheem heals Loki after Malli was abducted, and swears that he would bring the little girl back to her mother.

@ronaldofandom @carminavulcana @yonderghostshistories @ladydarkey @kaagazkefool @rosefulmadness

I thought you might like this theme!

[ronaldofandom]

Children of the forest

A short drabble - Bheem and Malli. No warnings.

Summary: Bheem's little one has grown up too soon and sees what her Anna doesn't share with others. She wants to take care of the protector, while her Anna would give anything to preserve her childhood.

Prompt: Bheem & Malli appreciating nature.

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‘Annnaaaaa, wait for meeee.’

Bheem stopped in his tracks when he heard the familiar voice and turned around to find the child galloping towards him.

The tiny strides weren’t as tiny anymore. Malli shared his knack for adapting to the forest floor and managing her gait accordingly. While the other kids her age had tripped and fallen many times, Malli had never had any issues navigating the surfaces. Bheem saw a little bit of himself in her. The thought both warmed his heart and jolted it at the same time.

She shouldn’t be here. This was outside the boundaries set for the kids to venture alone.

Bheem put his stern face on as she got closer.

But before he could get a word in, Malli raised her hands up in a defensive posture.

‘I know, I know. But look - I didn’t sneak out on my own this time. I promised you that I won’t worry you again, so I am asking nicely. Take me with you, Anna. It’s been so long since I went to the river.’

She pleaded in a sing-song voice, making her big eyes even bigger.

‘How do you know I am going to the river?’

Malli looked at her feet, fidgeting with her fingers. 

‘Anna, I- I know when and why you go to the river. Alone.’

Bheem looked at her quizzically. How could she possibly know this? Only Jenny knew of this. He had confided in her after breaking down one night.

‘What-what are you talking about, Malli?’

Malli closed the distance between them and wrapped her small hands around his right palm, looking up at him.

‘I know about the nightmares, Anna. You have been having them since we escaped. On some nights, I sprinkled cold water on your face and it used to calm you down. I know you still have them, but you don’t tell anyone else, only water helps you then. You have that look on your face today, so I figured you were going to the river.’

Bheem knelt down in front of her, and the girl ran into his arms. Bheem held her gently.

He thought this was his secret. No one else knew, barring Jenny. But this child had grown up too fast under his yes. And had become too wise for her age.

‘Don’t tell anyone about this, ok?’

‘Why? You are allowed to have problems of your own, Anna. You aren’t just meant to solve others’ problems. Why don’t you let us take care of you?’

That’s not who a protector is, Bheem wanted to tell her. But chose not to.

‘I do have people taking care of me. There is Jenny, and now, there is you too, right?’

Her eyes lit up.

‘Yes yes. I will do whatever you say, Anna. Always.’

‘Good girl. Now, let’s go to the river.’

They walked hand in hand, and listening to Malli’s chatter, Bheem momentarily forgot about the nightmare, which had shaken him to the core last night.

Once they reached the river bank, Malli swung her feet into the water and splashed happily.

Bheem stayed still. He wanted to jump in but there was a logistical issue.

‘Anna - I know about the scars too. It’s fine. Jenny Akka told me they are better now, I keep asking her now and then. You can take off your kurta. I promise I won’t flinch.’

Bheem just stared at her this time, with his mouth hung open. What all had she picked up on? In the age where she was supposed to not have a care in the world, the child had the sense to not ask him about his wounds, knowing it would perturb him. Reluctantly, Bheem took off his kurta. True to her words, Malli did not flinch.

He jumped in, and the cold water immediately did wonders to his rapidly fluctuating emotions. He swam underneath for minutes, only coming to the surface for air and for checking on Malli, who was busy making a house from the riverside sand.

Bheem dove in again, going deeper this time and following a swarm of fishes. He loved chasing fishes since he was a child. Other kids couldn’t swim that deep but for Bheem this was second nature. A water baby, since the day he was born. 

The pure water soothed his weary, tattered skin, along with his bruised heart. This should suffice for a few days, till another crude nightmare makes him question his very existence.

Reluctantly, he waddled out of the water and started drying himself with his kurta. He should take Malli back soon.

‘Anna - can I ask you something?’

Bheem turned to find Malli looking at him, almost tentatively. Bracing himself for another deep question, Bheem nodded his head.

‘How did you bring all those animals to the party that day?’

Here we go again, thought Bheem.

‘I- I caught them from the forest. And kept them in a shed close by.’

‘You caught the tigers and leopards too?’

Bheem just nodded silently.

He could tell the impact of his words had resonated with her. She was silently processing the amount of risk he had taken, and the number of times he had put his life on the line, to save her.

When she didn’t say anything for two minutes, Bheem sat down next to her and pulled her into his lap. The child snuggled into his chest and buried her face there, determined to not let him see her tears. Bheem didn’t insist, respecting her wishes.

He rocked her back and forth, and stroked her head slowly.

‘You could have died.’

‘But I didn’t.’

‘How is it logical? Risking your life to save mine?’

‘Because I am the protector, little one. It is my job to keep you all out of harms way.’

She crawled further into his chest, as if trying to believe he was still with her, despite everything he had risked to get to her.

‘Anna - why don’t they just leave us alone? We are not asking to be a part of their cities. They don’t want to be a part of this world. So why don’t they just let us be? Why do they hunt us mercilessly, when all we want is to be far far away from them?’

Bheem didn’t have an answer for her. He had wondered this many times himself. He could tell her that the world was cruel, unfair. That others thought of them as lesser humans, if that at all. That they were fighting for their right to survive, with basic human decency.

But he wanted to preserve whatever little innocence was left in her.

‘Maybe, one day, they will realise that. And leave us be. That day will come, Malli. If not in my lifetime, then hopefully in yours.’

The child didn’t seem to buy it, but she didn’t resist the comfort that his words were offering either.

‘Ok tell me - what are some things we should learn from the nature around us?’

Malli looked up curiously from his chest. He could see her brain working furiously to come up with a smart response.

‘Hmm. That we are all too inconsequential in front of nature. There are many elements in the world that mankind doesn’t understand, but nature just takes care of it for them. Like the water we drink and the air we breathe. Or the light from the sun and serenity from the moon. Is that it?’

‘That’s a great start. And you are right. We are nothing in front of the might and fury of nature. So we should do our best to respect it, preserve it and co-exist. What else?’

The girl scratched her head, then looked around herself to find more clues. When she came up with nothing, she looked dejected.

‘It’s fine. You did well. But to me, the most important thing is the intelligence and humanity of these non-human creatures. Look at these animals - they don’t hunt for fun. They don’t hunt because they want to torment other beings. They only hunt when they are hungry, only to survive. At other times, they co-exist. Humans can learn so much from them. To live and let live.’

Malli nodded appreciatively.

‘Look at these trees. They give us shade, food, wood. They hold the soil together so there are no landslides. And their leaves and seed give birth to new trees. Nature is like a mother. She just gives and gives endlessly, while we don’t understand the value of it or respect it enough. It give us birth, nourishes us, provides for us, and we don’t even take a moment to appreciate it. Remember this Malli, always be grateful for this amazing place we call home. This is the most breathtaking creation of god, we are nothing in front of it. We are fighting for our right to live freely in our home, our forest, to die peacefully here, and be one with nature once we are gone.’

Malli listened with rapt attention, amazed at the wisdom of her Anna. In that moment, she closed her eyes and prayed to Mother Nature . For the tribe. But particularly for her Anna. For him to have a life outside of just being a protector. For him to have some semblance of peace and joy and happiness for himself, not just for the others. 

He was the best man, the best person she knew. To her, and to the rest of the tribe, he was a superhero. But the superhero also had his weaknesses, his troubles, his fears. He was no god. She wished the tribe stop treating him as one. So her Anna could live a little. 

One day, when she grows up, she will do what she promised today. Take care of him.

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More people should take care of Bheem, shouldn't they?

Hope you liked it. As always, would love to hear your thoughts :)

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[carminavulcana]

"My anna was with you, wasn’t he?” she dared to ask the tall, imposing policeman as he opened the car door for her. “Where is he?”

Malli did not know how else to ask the question that had been eating her up for four days. She did not want to offend the redcoat. She had seen how badly her Bheem anna had been hurt in his fight with him. And the protective thread… he had used her brother’s protective thread to subdue him, in addition to the threat to her own safety; that had been the worst blow. 

Malli hated herself for the misfortune she had brought upon her loved ones. First, her mother. And now, the protector of her tribe. 

The redcoat did not answer her question. She tried to catch his gaze but he seemed determined to not meet her eyes. 

Well, how could he? He had stood there with the white sahib and the memsahib and just… watched; as the other policemen tackled her anna to the ground, shackled his hands behind his back while he wept and begged them to set his little sister free. 

“I will be your slave for the rest of my life, memsahib, governor sahib… please, she is just a child,” Bheem anna’s broken cries echoed in her ears. He had then tried to appeal to the redcoat. “Do whatever you want to me, please, please don’t let my sister be their prisoner. Her mother will die without her. Anna… ANNA…”

The words, the tears; they had been of no use. 

And now, she was being taken God-only-knew-where at this early hour by the same heartless redcoat. 

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Snippet from The Scholar

[tasavvur-e-jaana]

bachpan

Tere bachpan ko nahi bacha paaya main, Tujhe kaandhe par bitha kar ghar toh le aaya main,

Phoolon se abhi ruksat hi kahan hui thi tu, Tere daaman ko kaanton se nahi bachaa paya main.

Tujhe aadat thi sitaaron ki chhaon mein sone ki, Sang-e-marmar ki dewaaron se nahi bachaa paaya main.

Khuli hawaaon mein khela karti teri zulfien, Haar mogron ke nahi bana paaya main.

Shaakh-e-darakht par Tera jhula tha suna, Uss par teri surili sadaa na laa payaa main.

Tere bachpan ko bachaa na paaya main, Tujhe ghar toh le aaya lekin, hasaa na paaya main. Woh bebaak befikri na bachaa paaya main.

[rosefulmadness]

hello dear rrr fandom: we need to make a backstory for jenny.

we all know (and seem to agree) that sita is a doctor who helps revels and manages the village as well as being an absolute girlboss who can be soft and nice and kick ram's ass (affectionately) and she's also really smart and in most interpretations knows at least a bit of english.

what about jenny tho? I don't have any stories myself but we could collectively come up with one. surface level stuff like jenny never having an actual friend cause everyone is so fake or manipulative is a thing we made canon without voicing it but that's not enough. what about her parents? it is to my understanding that scott and the blonde bitch are her aunt and uncle, what about her parents? are they dead? do they not care about her? does she have siblings? where was she raised? how was she raised? is she just kind even tho she's probably been taught that non-white people are stupid, barbaric, and a waste of time? or did someone teach her that?

perhaps she had a nanny, a caretaker that was Indian, someone who had to take care of her and had no choice in doing so but decided to take the opportunity and teach the young child kindness, to not make her a monster like the other british people. maybe that's why she was so kind to malli? why even tho she saw bheem in pain she never tried to stop her uncle and aunt. maybe she's seen what happen to does that speak up, maybe this isn't her first time seeing people being hurt like that, maybe her nanny had to go through something similar when they found out she was teaching jenny kindness, "manipulating her" as they called it.

or maybe go a different route and just make scott and blondy her parents, and explore the type of childhood she would have had. maybe add a little detail when she gives the prison maps to bheem, maybe have her ask him to kill her parents, or have her hide it from everyone until someone catches on. that would add another layer to her feeling guilty for what the british did to India. you can do a found family trope if you want to.

I'm just saying, there are so many different approaches to her and it seems to me like she's a bit one-dimensional even in the fandom. I would gladly write fics or elaborate more but school makes it impossible for me to have time for that. let's not just give backstories and flesh out a few characters, let's do it with all of them, let's make a whole different level to rrr. I would also love for people to look more into malli's mom and what she went through. laachu and what his thoughts are on ram as well as how he found out about bheem being flogged and how he even found him after that. babai needs a personality too, most of the time he's just there and that's it .perhaps even scott, I would like to get a peak at his thoughts, his wife is a character that interests me too but idk what to do with her cause again, one-dimensional.

I'll try to work stuff out but for now, all you'll get is this vomited info dump that I forgot why I started writing in the first place. see ya ig

[no-fury-like-a-thrown-bike]

RRR Wanted Poster Transcripts

I think a lot (if not all) of this information is already floating around in various places, but I thought it might be useful (not least for my memory lmaoo). We have ages and names for Bheem, Malli and the Pashas, and a height and weight for Bheem. And also the fact that his beard being scruffy is apparently canon.

Now in 4k and with Malli's poster and the bottom of Bheem's properly transcribed (and a better image for the Pashas) thanks to @belligerentmistletoe! :D

Bheem

Wanted Kumram Bheem alias Akthar Reward Rs. 10,000 for information regarding the whereabouts of this criminal, Kumram Bheem. The criminal was last seen in the forest 20km north west of Agra. Description Kumram Bheem is 26–27 years old. He is about 5'8", and about 75 Kg. He is most likely to be seen with a scruffy beard and scars from severe wounds from all over his body. The convict is accompanied by an 8 year old girl. The Governor of Delhi hereby decrees that this man is wanted by the Government, and that anybody who is caught withholding valuable information regarding this criminal will be punished for treason against the crown. Signed (Scott Buxton) Governor of Delhi Province [Coat of arms of the United Kingdom on the left]

Malli

Wanted Mallamma aka Malli An 8 year old tribal girl, is wanted by the Police. Distinguishing features :- Dark skin, large eyes, has a wound on her forehead Anybody with information regarding her whereabouts is ordained to come forward Signed (Scott Buxton) Governor of Delhi Province [Coat of arms of the United Kingdom on the left]

The Pasha Family

Wanted Ahmed Pasha (50 years old) Fatima Mirza (45 years old) Mehreen Pasha (16 years old) are on the run from the Delhi Police. The charges against them include harbouring a dangerous criminal and sedition. Valuable information leading to this family's capture will be appreciated by the authorities. Signed (Scott Buxton) Governor of Delhi Province [Coat of arms of the United Kingdom on the left]

[ambiguous-sanskars]

Post-canon fic where Ram fulfills his promise to protect Bheem and they finally talk about the whipping scene. Sequel fic to this one. Hope y'all like it!

Read on AO3

Ram had been trying, unsuccessfully, to apologize for seven months now.

With Scott’s death and the ordeal of Bheem and Malli’s captivity behind them, they had managed to return to their loved ones and create some semblance of a home as they continued the seemingly endless fight for independence. Sita, who had trained by Ram’s side since childhood, turned out to be an even more skilled marksman than Ram; she quickly took charge of instructing their fellow rebels in rifle technique and maintenance. 

Jenny, too, had come back with them. Her courage proved invaluable as she planned and executed back-to-back espionage operations into various British strongholds, accompanied by a handful of comrades posing as “servants.”

After Ram’s scare with the deadly snake, Bheem had taken a special interest in training everyone in the ways of the forest - how to hunt, how to hide, what plants were safe to eat, what herbs were medicinal, how to find potable water, and how to recognize venoms and formulate antivenoms.

Seeing the responsibility that had weighed so heavily on him for so long shared among many capable hands, Ram’s burden was finally eased. Unfortunately, this left him with more time than ever to sit around and think about what he had done.

Several nights a week, he would wake up screaming - sometimes for Sita or Jenny, but mostly for Bheem. They would all rush in to comfort him, to prove to him that they were alive and well, to light the lamps and show him that there was no blood on his hands.

Ram figured he might believe them if he could get Bheem to forgive him. But every time he so much as took Bheem’s name with that intent, Bheem would see right through him and avert the conversation.

It would be one thing, Ram thought, if Bheem just didn’t want to forgive him. The idea that Bheem did not even consider him guilty was unbearable.

One afternoon found Ram particularly unable to concentrate on strategic work. He set his notebook aside and picked up his rifle, intending to exhaust his restless mind into submission by joining whatever drill Sita had designed to push the trainees to their limit today. 

He walked to the living room and sat on the couch to lace up his boots. In their tiny kitchen, Bheem was helping Malli with her math homework as he rolled out dough for rotis. On the woodstove sat a pressure cooker.

“What’s in the cooker?” Ram called.

“Bheem-anna is making dal for dinner!” Malli replied.

“Malli, concentrate,” Bheem chastised. “So to do this sum, you need to carry the one-”

“Bheema,” Ram said, walking up to the kitchen doorway.

“Annayya?”

“I’m going to the training field. Make sure you put the pressure regulator on the cooker, okay?” Ram indicated the small metal weight by the sink.

“Yes, Annayya.”

***

When Ram came home a few hours later, he knew instantly that something was wrong. There was nothing in particular that gave it away, just a gut feeling so intense that Ram thought he might pass out.

In the kitchen, Bheem and Malli were laughing, homework forgotten as they danced to a song of their own invention. As Ram rushed in, Bheem picked Malli up, swinging her around playfully. She squealed in delight.

Then Ram’s eyes fell on the cooker in the corner. It looked exactly the same as it had when he had left. 

No pressure regulator.

Ram leapt between Bheem and the cooker. He shoved Bheem and Malli to the ground, sheltering them with his body just as the cooker exploded behind him.

As the hot steam and boiling water scalded his shoulders and back, causing his skin to erupt in red, angry blisters, Ram spared a brief thought for the karmic justice of it all. The arms that had wielded a whip against Bheem deserved to burn.

A scorching piece of metal slammed into Ram’s head, cutting right to the bone. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was blood dripping onto Bheem’s face beneath him.

It’s not his, Ram thought in relief.

***

When Ram awoke, he was in his dimly lit room, lying on his stomach with his head turned to one side so he could breathe. He felt small hands smoothing a salve onto his back, so gentle he could have been imagining it.

“Malli?” he rasped.

“Ram-anna!” she gasped softly. She set a bowl down on the nightstand and circled around so they were face to face. “You’re awake.”

“Malli, can I- can you help me sit up?”

Malli frowned. “I don’t think you should do that.”

Ram laughed hoarsely. “Please, Malli. I want to see you properly.”

She relented, propping up a pillow and holding Ram’s hand as he struggled to sit up. With every movement, he had to consciously bite back a shout.

When he was finally settled, Malli let go of his hand and reached for the salve. Her lip quivered.

“It hurts a lot, doesn’t it?”

Ram huffed out a smile, too exhausted to lie convincingly. “Who made this?” he asked instead, gesturing at the bowl in her hand.

“Bheem-anna. He said it’s good for burns.”

“Where is he?”

“He went with Sita-akka to bring us food.” Malli cocked her head to the side and grinned. “All the rotis drowned in the explosion.”

“Malli, don’t make me laugh,” Ram warned with a chuckle. “I can barely breathe here.”

“You ask a lot of questions for someone who can’t breathe.”

“Just wait till I get better. I’ll tickle you so much-”

“You’ll never catch me!”

“That’s fair,” Ram acknowledged. “You’re pretty fast.”

Malli settled herself on Ram’s bed, putting her head in his lap. Ram moved his hand to rest it on her head, gritting his teeth through the pain.

“Malli,” he said after several minutes.

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what, Ram-anna?” Malli looked up at him in confusion.

“I- I was there that day when they brought you to the mansion. I should have helped you. I should have taken you back home. I’m sorry it took so long.”

She sat up, observing Ram thoughtfully. “You saw when they brought me there?”

“Yes.”

“Did you want to help me?”

“Yes, Malli. More than anything.”

“Why didn’t you?”

Ram squeezed his eyes shut. “I had to trick them. I had to make them think I was on their side.”

“So you could get the weapons to fight them?”

Ram looked at her in surprise. Malli may be a child, but she was sharp beyond her years. “Yes.”

“Then you shouldn’t be sorry. Bheem-anna is right.”

“Right about what?”

“Bheem-anna says that you can do no wrong.”

Ram felt his eyes brim with tears. Bheem said that? After everything that had happened? How had he managed to forget the sting of the whip when Ram could still feel the burn of the handle in his palm?

“Ram-anna, you’re crying!” Malli said, kneeling up on the bed to dry his tears. “What hurts? I can help, I have medicine.”

Ram shook his head miserably. “Where is he, Malli?”

“One second, I’ll go see. They should be back by now.”

Minutes later, Bheem entered the room at a full sprint. “Why are you sitting up?!”

“Bheema-”

“Lie down, you’ll make the pain worse!”

“Listen-”

“Wait, let me re-apply the salve, it will provide some relief and then-”

“Bheema!” Ram seized Bheem’s hands as he tried to reach for the salve. “Breathe. I’m okay. I’m okay.”

Bheem drew a long, shuddering breath. “Annayya…”

“I’m okay.”

Bheem refused to meet his eyes. “Why did you step in front of the cooker like that? It was my fault, I would’ve borne the consequences. I would have protected Malli.”

“I have no doubt.”

“Then why-”

“I made a promise, remember? I swore on your life that I wouldn’t let any harm come to you.”

“Don’t,” Bheem sobbed, bringing Ram’s hands to his eyes. “Don’t keep your promise like that.”

Ram cupped Bheem’s face tenderly, wiping away his tears.

“Bheema,” he began.

Bheem looked up, reading Ram’s intent. “Annayya, let me get you some food from the kitchen. I’ll be right back.”

As Bheem stood to leave, Ram grabbed his wrist with surprising strength.

“Stay.”

“Annayya, I’ll just be a minute,” Bheem tried to twist his hand out of Ram’s grip, causing Ram to gasp in pain.

“Stay,” Ram repeated before Bheem could react, “because I need to say-”

“No, Annayya, please-”

“-that I am so, so sorry. Forgive me, Bheema, because God knows I will never forgive myself.”

Bheem sat down on the edge of the bed, unable to speak for several seconds. Finally, he whispered,

“The whip hurt less than your words, Annayya.”

Ram drew an unsteady breath. “You don’t remember. The way you cried out-” The memory snatched the air from Ram’s lungs, making him choke. “The spikes digging into your skin, your blood pooling at my feet - these will haunt me as long as I live.”

“Annayya,” Bheem’s voice cracked. “Why do you torture yourself with such thoughts?”

“You trusted me, Bheema, and I betrayed you. It doesn’t matter the reason.”

“Annayya, I am yours. You were just doing your duty. But even if there was no reason, you have every right-”

Ram silenced him with a steely gaze. “No one has a right to hurt you. You are not a pawn in some greater fight. You are not a sacrifice. You are a person. Forgive me for ever behaving otherwise.”

“Okay,” Bheem buried his face in Ram’s chest, trying not to bawl like a child. Maybe it was a little silly, but after surviving the captivity of colonizers, to be seen as a person suddenly felt overwhelming. “Okay. As you say, Annayya.”

Ram wrapped his arms around Bheem, ignoring the way his nerves screamed in protest. His heart was full, and a laugh bubbled up out of him. His Bheema forgave him. What more could Ram possibly want?

“Jenny-akka wants to know if you both are coming for dinner,” Malli said from the doorway.

“We’ll be right there,” Ram said. “And Malli - thank you.”

Malli put on an exaggerated thinking face. “Mm, okay. I guess you’re welcome. This time.”

As she turned and left, Bheem looked up at Ram in confusion. “Was that a threat?”

“Unclear. She is not to be messed with,” Ram said. “Get up, Bheema, let’s go eat.”

[burningsheepcrown]

Ram babysits

Prompt from @fangirlshrewt97 <3

[luxshine]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Brindavadaam, గోవిందుడు అందరివాడేలే | Govindudu Andarivadele (2014), RRR (2022) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Abhiram (Govindudu Andarivadele)/Krishna (Brindavadaam), Alluri Sitarama Raju/Komaram Bheem Characters: Abhiram (Govindudu Andarivadele), Krishna (Brindavadaam), Indu (Brindavadaam), Bhoomi (Brindavadaam), Alluri Sitarama Raju, Komaram Bheem Additional Tags: Love Potion/Spell, Falling In Love, Reincarnation, True Love Summary:

Krish needs to decide whom he loves more, if Indu or Bhoomi. However, when the two girls come to him with a way to choose that won't hurt anyone in the process (Or so they claim), a third option comes in that may either break his heart, or teach the most loveable man on Earth the meaning of True Love.

[fangirlshrewt97]

Bheem: I guess I'm just too tough to cry

Malli: But annayya, just today you were crying about snakes

Bheem, tearing up: They don’t have any arms

Ram: Thank god for that

[nisreensartworld]

Homeward

Drawing by me

Pencil, coloured pencil

I drew this theme (Bheem giving a piggyback ride for Malli) upon the request by @yonderghostshistories ❤️💖

I hope the artwork resonates with you!

And I thought you also might enjoy this work, @ronaldofandom @carminavulcana @ladydarkey @kaagazkefool

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[ronaldofandom]

A Fairy Tale

A short drabble on Bheem, Malli and Jenny.

No warnings. Pure fluff, and the title is self-explanatory :)

Written in 90 mins as a stress buster since work has been kicking my butt!!

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The day was long. And harsh. Bheem felt drained of all energy. Every ounce of his body just wanted to crash and rest and not deal with the things that he had to deal with today. The only respite was that he was walking back home. Where she would be waiting for him. She probably hadn’t eaten also. He had asked her many times to not wait up for him when he was getting late, but she had told him she liked doing that.

He could hear her voice from outside - sweet, serene and so melodious.

She had left the door open for him. And when he entered, the sight was even sweeter. Jenny was telling a bedtime story to Malli. The kid looked so happy and peaceful - her head in Jenny’s lap, her eyes closed, hanging on to every word. Jenny’s bedtime stories were in English. Still, Malli had started picking up a few words in Delhi and more from Jenny’s classes in the last six weeks in Adilabad.

The love of his life noticed his presence then, and gave him a dazzling smile. It lit up his world every time, and tonight was no different.

‘Five minutes please.’

She mouthed to him slowly, and he nodded at her.

Malli had complained to Bheem passionately that he had been hogging all the time of her friend. Jenny had been her friend first. Not his. And that it was grossly unfair.

Both Bheem and Jenny had felt guilty about it and promised to rectify it. Since then, Jenny had been actively taking time out of her day to play with Malli, do activities with her and also tell bedtime stories to her.

She had already told three stories tonight, but the kid kept insisting on more. Malli loved the descriptions of beautiful princesses in faraway lands - far beyond her imagination - across wide seas. She had never seen the sea before in her life, but it sounded so fascinating. And she was obsessed with fairy tales.

‘Okay, I will tell one more, but it will be the last one. Promise?’

The girl nodded happily and closed her eyes again as Jenny stroked her hair. The puppy eyes worked every-time on Jenny, and Malli had realized that long back.

‘This one is called - The Princess who never smiled.’

‘Long ago, there lived a princess who never smiled or laughed. Not the kind of smile that reached her eyes anyways. It was plastic, platonic - she didn’t know what true happiness, laughter, and contentment really meant.’

Malli adjusted her head in her lap, turning her face towards her waist to hide from the light coming from the nearby lamp. Bheem was freshening up in the adjoining chamber.

‘Meanwhile, an honest common man lived across the town. He used to work as a labourer for a merchant. He worked sincerely, tirelessly, all year, every year. At the end of every year, the master offered him a sack full of money, asking him to take however much he desired. But he only picked one coin. Every year.’

‘Aisa kyu?’ (But why?)

Malli asked curiously. She was confused - when the man could have so much more, why did he settle for less?

Bheem had changed into his night clothes by then - which were essentially his pajamas. He liked to sleep bare-chested, which Jenny had learned soon after coming to Adilabad. Not that she was complaining, far from it.

He sat next to where Jenny was sitting on the cot, linking his arm with hers. Her other hand kept stroking Malli’s hair. Jenny looked deep into his eyes as she responded to Malli’s question.

‘Because the man was simple, honest and content. He had a small little world, far away from the town, deep into the woods, and he didn’t need much else from life. One coin was enough to meet his family’s basic needs. He didn’t want to take more than he needed. Greed was a sin for him. He didn’t want to take advantage of the merchant’s fondness for him.’

Bheem noticed how her sweet smile had turned into a look of deep admiration and affection. He kissed her forehead, and she rested her head on his shoulder.

‘He was also a proud man, you see. He didn’t want to take more than he deserved. He didn’t want to take any charity from others, even from people close to him. His principles, morals, ethics and beliefs were sacrosanct to him. It would have broken him if he ever had to compromise on those, unless he was compelled to do that for his family, his people.’

Malli nodded in understanding. She liked the man already. Maybe he was a little too idealistic - in his shoes, Malli may have taken at least a couple of coins. But the man’s honesty seemed sweetly charming. And very familiar also, for some reason.

‘What happened then? Did he ever meet the princess?’

She really, really wanted them to meet. Something told her they would complete each other.

‘She always kept looking for different experiences hoping that something would click someday that would make her truly content. One day, the princess was roaming the local bazaar. She had asked her bodyguards to wait at a distance - their constant presence everywhere was a big source of irritation for her.’

Bheem intertwined his hand in hers, keeping their joined hands in his lap, as his head nuzzled hers slowly.

‘That’s where she saw him for the first time. He didn’t venture away from his house in the woods, unless he absolutely needed to. But that day, he had some urgent business to attend to. It was fate that brought them both to the same place, she knew that in her heart the moment she saw him.’

Jenny looked up at Bheem then. Her eyes turned slightly moist. It didn’t distress Bheem because he sensed it was coming from a place of love.

‘Aage kya hua?’ (What happened then?)

His hand moved into her open hair, brushing them with his fingers. She sighed blissfully.

‘The princess smiled then. This one reached her eyes, her heart, her soul. They talked that day, and then they met again, and talked some more. Her friends also noticed that she had changed and were happy for her. But she couldn’t get enough of him. Always worrying that he would disappear one day. That he would retreat to his own world, which she didn’t understand and where she may not be welcomed. That he would forget about her.’

Her voice trembled ever so slightly, and he caught it immediately. His hand moved from her hair to her neck and shoulders, rubbing them gently, trying to soothe her.

Malli was far too intrigued now. She had a sinking feeling that something bad was going to happen. Which would make it a horrible bedtime story and she would make Jenny tell her one more, then, despite her protests - there was no way she was going to bed with a broken heart.

‘Did he….forget? Did he…leave?’

Malli asked slowly, trying to find the right words. Jenny’s hand tightened around Bheem’s, and he squeezed back.

‘Well, that’s what she thought. Because he did leave for a while. She thought that was the end of her short fairy tale. And she would have to return to a world full of fakeness, pretense, and manipulation. But it was fate which brought them together again.’

Malli breathed a sigh of relief. Not realizing that Jenny’s voice had eased too.

‘You see, she didn’t know that he had started to feel the same way about her. She had fallen first, and hard, but he had fallen too. So when fate gave them another chance, they took it with both hands. He held her hand & led her into his world, paving the way for her, looking out for her, keeping her happy, and safe. She had been a princess all her life, by title, but he really made her feel like one. With his love. That’s when she understood what true laughter, true happiness really meant.’

Malli clapped her hands. Both Bheem and Jenny smiled at her antics.

‘But, her family…let her leave?’

‘Well, she eloped. And that was the best decision she ever made in her life.’

Malli clapped again, grinning from ear to ear, her head still buried in Jenny’s lap.

‘Happy ever after then?’

That was something Jenny used to say at the end of many stories. Malli had memorized that line by heart.

Jenny’s eyes turned heavy again. Bheem kissed her palm in response.

‘Y-yes. They lived happily ever after.’

Hopefully. She omitted the last word.

Bheem sensed that something was troubling her heart, and he wanted to kiss away her somber mood immediately. His lips brushed the outline of her jaw, but Jenny jumped at the first touch, gasping in horror and covering his mouth with her palm. Her eyes pointed towards Malli, who was drifting to sleep in her lap.

At least she wasn’t somber now. He will take that as a win. In all honesty, he loved flustering her like this. It was the quickest way to see her all flushed and bothered. It was his favorite look on her.

He pulled her hand away and dove in one more time, tasting her lips briefly before she pulled away with more horror.

Malli stirred in her lap from her sudden movement.

‘Bheem, not like this, please.’

She mouthed at him, half pleading, half admonishing.

Malli chose that moment to ask some more questions about the story, almost building a segue to request another story.

Bheem’s patience, though otherwise infinite, ran out then. He lifted Malli in his arms, ignoring her half-hearted protests, carrying her back to her mother’s hut. She had gotten more than her fair share, it was Bheem’s turn now.

By the time he returned, Jenny had set up two plates on the mat and served dinner. And, she had changed into her night clothes too, looking every bit as ravishing as she always did.

The food was tempting, but she was far more tempting to him.

She held his hand and started leading him toward the mat, but he didn’t move.

‘You must be hungry, right? Come, let’s have some.’

Was he hungry? Most definitely. For food? A fair bit. For other things? A helluva lot more.

He would have happily foregone food for now and jumped straightaway to other things. But she hadn’t eaten either, and he couldn’t have that. And he won’t want the food to go to waste, either. So he would eat first and do do other things after that, but he would get his dessert without further ado.

She tugged at his hand again, and he pulled her back, sending her crashing into his chest.

Grabbing the back of her head, he locked his lips onto hers as his hands started to wander. She gasped at the suddenness of it all, and he deepened the kiss further, lifting her slightly off the ground. All his trials from the day seemed to vanish in those few minutes.

He willed himself to stop before the point of no return. Smiling at her disheveled state, he pulled her towards the mat to have their dinner. Bheem couldn’t remember the last time he was this disinterested in food in his life. It was a first, like many others since she came into his world and turned it upside down. And Bheem couldn’t thank his stars enough for every single one of those moments.

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Hope it was remotely coherent :)

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[carminavulcana]

Summary-

What if Ram decided to not give Bheem a chance to run away? What if Malli was actually forced to witness the execution of her anna?

Would she still find her way home?

Excerpt-

However, in his final moments, he had nothing of value to say to her. 

In the sanctuary of her mother’s lap, her mouth would have been washed out with reetha for using such language. But left alone in a cruel world to fend for herself, Bheem could only pray that her feisty spirit would be a shield unto her. 

He looked at her. He willed her to look at him. 

Malli felt the pull of her anna’s gaze and abruptly stopped fighting. She looked up and met his eyes. 

‘Be strong, little one,’ they seemed to say. 

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[aneshb25]

So who am I offending now? You were my crown... Now I'm in exile, seein' you out...

Two souls fallen apart, confusion, hatred, guilt and remorse lying thick in between.

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This fanart purely came out out of the pure love and addiction of this masterpiece edit by @your-villainous-neighbour . Every time I remember that there is a part in the movie where Ram and Bheem stay apart for days on end with this HUGE misunderstandings lying heavy in between them, my heart cries out. I have 3 more WIPs just based on this video. 

Bheem only knows his lover truest friend has betrayed him. There’s distrust in his heart now. Innocent Bheem, never been exploited like this before got his first betrayal by the person closest to his heart. He has left him behind without looking back. But Ram, Ram had made sure Bheem and baby Malli have crossed the horizon. He had only gave up then, giving himself up to whatever his fate decides for him. Maybe Bheem had desperately wanted to know why his Ram did what he did... maybe Ram had wanted to say for the last time, to come clear to his Bheem when he was in isolation.... The ‘Why?” and “Because...” had remained covered even if it were for a span of time only. Honestly this part is way more angsty that it had let on. And the video was the last nail to my coffin! 

Tagging @ssabriel @burningsheepcrown​ @obsessedtoafault  @fangirlshrewt97 @sally-for-sally​  @rambheemlove @jrntrtitties​ @justmeand-myinsight​ @veteran-fanperson​ @stanleykubricks @jojofanfiction @jjwolfesworld and I want to tag so many others as well, but I don’t know if I should. This girl doesn’t want to come across as too much annoying.... but if anyone wants to be tagged do tell me. I want to follow your page as well! 

[pariaritzia]

-You've worked so hard. Will you give it all up [to free Bheem]? Will you give up fifteen years of work?

-I'll do it for another fifteen years. But I won't sacrifice Bheem for my goal.

-Think first. It's very dangerous. You might die.

-I'll die with pride.