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WIP Game

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

S/o to Leah for tagging me! Ily bestie, despite your garbage opinions on Princess Diaries 2 @jake-amy

I'm lowkey terrible at naming stories until they're actually done and published, so when they're languishing in my Google Docs, they all suffer from names that are far from creative.

Active WIPs

Reflecting Light - Kate/Anthony

Cowboy Like Me - Kate/Anthony

National Treasure - Hyacinth/Gareth

Leaving the Station - Simon and Anthony (friendship), Simon/Daphne

Unpublished WIPs

Miles the Rake - Miles/OC (next gen)

Head vs Heart - Anthony and Edmund 1, Kate/Anthony

10 Things I Hate About You AU - Kate/Anthony, Edwina/Theo Sharpe (this was started pre s2 can you tell)

ned and rosie one-shot - Edmund II/OC (next gen)

the games we play - Charlotte/OC (next gen)

signet ring - Kate/Anthony

Kathony Text Fic - Kate/Anthony

polin fake dating one-shot for rhia's bday - Colin/Penelope lol

anthony and benedict's relationship - Anthony and Benedict

bar one-shot - Kate/Anthony

benedict/sophie cowboy like me universe one-shot - Benedict/Sophie

Your Braids Like a Pattern - Kate/various OCs, Kate/Anthony

time to tag!! @grantairesbottle @wagamiller @wall-e-nelson @missfairygodmother @gisellecygnets @aeloca @britishteacup @rosycheeked

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ArShi OS: Illusion

Warning: Angst

Prompt by S-A (sweet anon)

can you please write an alternative ending to the fake honeymoon night following their sizzling, possessive dance

Illusion

Perception of something objectively existing in such a way as to cause misinterpretation of its actual nature.

“Now don’t start seeing dreams,” He whispered, her hand firmly in his grip. She looked at him, wondering why he thought she would see dreams about him, about them?

“How can I attach my dreams to you?” She lied through her teeth, praying her eyes didn’t deceive the innumerable nights she spent seeing his face, smiling at her - or God forbid - doing things she could’ve only imagined.

Of course, her dreams, like her heart, belonged to another. Her words went down like a bitter pill, he hadn’t been warning her at all. Arnav only needed to remind himself to not see the dreams he had carefully woven several nights ago.

“I’m doing this-”

“-for Di, me too.” It was moments like this that shut him up. Why would she care about his sister? Slowly, he nudged her to follow his move. She followed him, attached like a magnet. She couldn’t bear to look at his eyes, not when she knew she’d drown in them and he would do anything but save her. Her spine stiffened as her intuition warned her of another pair of eyes.

Disgust crawled her skin. Her grip tightened.

Arnav looked across, and found Shyam staring at the two of them. Even though Anjali was in his arms, he didn’t hide how annoyed he was to find Khushi in Arnav’s. Arnav stopped swaying, a realization settling in his throat like bile.

Oh that explains why Khushi wouldn’t even look at him. Or why she wasn’t even aware that he had stopped dancing.

Shyam had no right to look at his wife. Arnav Singh Raizada’s wife.

Khushi frowned as Arnav lifted her hands, nudging her to dance - with him. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Nor his. That he remembered there was a time when they used to walk the same steps, hand in hand, skin on skin.

With one tug she was thrown back to their historic Teri Meri performance. These were the same steps. It was as if they weren’t even dancing in the same hall. All she could see were him, and his blatant grasp on her body.

Despite her mind’s violation, her body eased with his as if they had never stopped dancing since that night. When he pulled her across the length of the room, she snapped out from the reverie and into a nightmare.

A delicious nightmare. The one that left you soaked with sweat, heart pounding, and a lover’s name on your lips.  

It was the same steps, but not the same man. Attraction was replaced by possession, love by passion, harmony by chaos, confession by silence. They were drunk, intoxicated from the memories of the last time they were so close, where his hand had slipped under her saree to feel her bare skin, where her fingertips had brushed against his stubble.

Tonight Khushi had made one mistake, to look into his eyes. Because once she did, she was unable to look at anything else. She was free falling, miles and miles into darkness, and everytime she thought she met death - she was pulled back into his arms.

Arnav gravitated towards her. What had started as possession was slipping into desire. God damn her eyes for latching onto his! He wanted to show she was his, but he only ended up rekindling the memories he thought he had forgotten.

No matter how many times he left her hands, she swiveled back into him, and for a fleeting moment he thought if she could feel the storm in him.

NO!

She crashed into him, hands gripping his shoulder, shaking. He looked at Khushi, confusions and questions pooling in those brilliant, hazel eyes. The eyes that stared at his lips.

Perhaps someone clapped, took them to their rooms - they don’t remember how they reached there.

Khushi rested her forehead against the door, hunger and desire taking a toll on her. She did not dare to open her eyes and take another step inside their room. No, she needed to leave before she forgot-

“Khushi?” Arnav watched her, standing eyes closed, fists clenched, right by the door. Did she not even want to see him?

After a moment, after he called her twice, she opened her eyes and stared at nothing.

It was dark.

His bruised pride and ego left him the minute she gasped. Khushi had nyctophobia. Her fingers flew to the wall, attempting to find the switches. His eyes, having adjusted to the darkness, could see most of the room.

Arnav reached her in two steps and tested the switches. Someone had cut the electricity.  He touched her shoulder and she shoved him back. A snarl was ready at the tip of his tongue until he saw that she was shaking.

“Jiji,” she whispered, like a child. She tried opening the doors but it refused to budge. Arnav tried to reach for her shoulder but stepped back, it could only frighten her further. After a moment’s hesitation, he reached out to her.

“Khushi, it’s me,” if it made any difference.

Her hand shot out to grab his, it made all the difference.

“A-arnav.” She stammered. Sweat collected on her brow. His arm was stuck in her vice like grip.

“Yeah it’s me… I,” He was helpless. He had never dealt with any of her fears. How had she spent the night in Nainital?  

Arnav grabbed his phone and realised he doesn’t have it. Damn it!  

“Khushi, look at me.” Khushi stared at him.

“Breathe Khushi, breathe.” Khushi nodded, watching him as he took a deep breath. Khushi, when you’re afraid… think of something good. Payal’s words floated to her.

Khushi only saw the man before her, her worried Rajkumar. Who came in a white car, in his best suit, and drove all her fears away. The more her fear ebbed, the more her heart ached.

“Khushi, tum theek ho?” He was gentle, holding her shoulder as if she was made of glass.

Khushi broke down. Arnav reeled back, angry and helpless at once. He hated not knowing what to do. Khushi sank on her knees and curled by the door, sobbing uncontrollably.

It was not delicate, nor loud. It was the cry that broke his heart further than he thought her betrayal could. Her makeup ran down her face, her dupatta now a mess.

Just a day earlier he had flung that he would never believe her nor her tears, especially her tears. He would never give them the power to weaken him. But tonight, he would give anything to stop her sobs.

Because it was a cry of loss.

Khushi had given up, she could not pretend any longer. She tried so long to fight. From changing his room to tackling his every argument with a joke. But now she and her marriage were becoming a joke.

Arnav kneeled, trying to understand what in the world prompted her to cry.

“Khu-”

“I can’t… this marriage, I can’t.” In a few words, his world slipped beneath his feet.

Arnav grabbed her shoulders, “Don’t even think of breaking this marriage, don’t you know what I can do?”

“I do!” She cried, “and I can’t stay with-”

“-me.” He seethed, “I know where you want to stay-”

“-no.” She struggled against his grip, the darkness closing in on her, “I can’t stay with your anger, your concern, your hatred, your lo-” Arnav stepped back, burnt from her confession. If only there was light, she would’ve seen she wasn’t the only one with a broken heart.

“I’ll go mad.” She confessed, her breath coming out in shallow pants. Everything was too much, their marriage, dance, darkness and him.

She closed her eyes as her head swayed, exhausted. And probably she saw him, reaching out to her, holding her tight in his arms. Her hands clutched on his shirt, and she finally let herself go.

Arnav picked her in his arms, and quickly took her to bed. His heart cracked when her fist held on to the collar of his shirt. This time he relented. He was allowed to be selfish.

“I dream,” She mumbled as he held her hand. Arnav, warily inched towards her to brush her fringe away.

“I dream of you, so much.” Arnav stilled, his hand frozen mid air.

“Khushi, mein…” Arnav gulped as tears threatened to fall. At this point, he would’ve forgiven anything. Because for once, he had no idea what the truth could be. The night lingered on and Arnav stayed with her, by the bed, praying that morning never came.

Sleep finally took over him and he never realised when he had slipped right next to her.

She could’ve sworn she felt a ‘sorry’ brush against his forehead.

He could’ve sworn that she pulled him a little closer.

But then she had also heard him once say that she looked good in green.

But then he had also seen her desperate to know if he had bought the bangles for her.  

It was just an illusion.

And if either had opened their eyes, they would’ve seen the tears that contradicted so.

A/N: So sorry, I know this was supposed to be smut, but I couldn’t help and veer towards angst. This is mostly Khushi’s p.o.v and I tried to take her nyctophobia into consideration. Hope you liked this! #kyundardhaiitna 

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ArShi SS : Prank Se Mile Do Ajnabi | Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon | Barun Sobti | Sanaya Irani

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IPKKND

PROLOGUE :

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Best of Bollywood Songs and Most viewed Hindi Songs on YouTube

                                Latest Bollywood News and Gossips

Music is the most wonderful tune. Music is something that makes you feel better than before. Instantly strike in your heart and mind and makes us feel so connected with the song. Every day many new songs are produced. From last few years, there has been a boom in the viewership of YouTube in India.

Today we are focussing on the most viewed Bollywood songs on YouTube.

All-Time most Viewed Indian Songs

Swag Se Swagat-                         Vishal Dadlani

                                                       Neha Bhasin

Mile Ho Tum Humko-               Neha Kakkar

                                                       Tony Kakkar

Nasha Si Chadh Gayi-                Arijit Singh

                                                       Caralisa Monteiro

Kala Chashma-                            Neha Kakkar

                                                       Badshah

                                                       Amar Arshi

Lahore-                                         Guru Randhawa

Badri Ki Dulhania-                     Neha Kakkar

                                                       Monali Thakur

                                                       Ikka Singh

                                                       Dev Negi

Zaroori Tha-                                 Rahat Fateh Ali Khan

High Rated Gabru-                     Guru Randhawa

Prem Ratan Dhan Payo-            Palak Muchhal

Ding Dang -                                  Amit Mishra

                                                       Antara Mitra

Just recently Swag Se Swagat cross the record of Mile Ho Tum Humko and Nasha Si Chadh Gayi. Mile Ho Tum Humko is an album song so except that the Bollywood movie song which is most viewed was Nasha Si Chadh Gayi. But Salman entered with a swag with his latest Bollywood movie “Tiger Zinda Hai” and blast in the web. Now recently it crosses the record of Nasha Si Chadh Gayi.

Most viewed Hindi Songs of 2018

Dil Chori-                                       Yo Yo Honey Singh

                                                        Simar Kaur

                                                        Ishers

Bom Diggy Diggy-                        Zack Knight

                                                        Jasmin Walia

Khalibali-                                       Shivam Pathak

                                                        Shail Hada

Chhote Chhote Peg-                     Yo Yo Honey Singh

                                                        Neha Kakkar

                                                        Navraj Hans

Nazar Lag Jayegi-                        Millind Gaba

                                                        Kamal Raja

Patola-                                            Guru Randhawa

Buzz-                                               Aastha Gill

                                                        Badshah

Aashiq Banaya Aapne-                Neha Kakkar

                                                        Himesh Reshammiya

La La La-                                        Neha Kakkar

                                                        Arjun Kanungo

O Saathi -                                       Atif Aslam

So from above all songs which one is your most favorite Bollywood songs share your views with us.

Visit here to find out Latest Bollywood News.

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for a word in your wip: colin 😌

Lol I’ll give you Colin anyways :)

“Their Uncle Colin and Aunt Penelope, for example, had an exceptional chef, but fighting for food at their table was like fighting for survival--made even worse if their cousin George was also dining with his parents.”

Borrowing a lil George from @jake-amy here :)

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Chapter Two of Miles the Rake is up!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39053532/chapters/98250186#workskin

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Prologue of Miles the Rake has been posted!

Miles nation, let's fucking go

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Hi! Any head canons of grandpa Anthony?

I have tons!! Specifically within the lil universe I'm creating with all of Kathony's kids stories :)

So Anthony becomes a grandpa when Ned and Rosie have Henry, their firstborn! A little background on this; Henry is named after Rosie's grandfather, whose full name and title was Harold Bracebridge, the Earl of Kent. Everyone called him Henry since childhood, however, and the nickname stuck, and so all his family and close friends would call him Henry. He's only ever Harold when doing important Earl things or in the House of Lords. He's a good sort of grandpa, and he's around for a bit before he sadly passes away, and so Anthony has some memories of him being generally quite kind and known to crack a joke while they're in parliament together. Of course, Anthony is far more familiar with his son, the next Earl of Kent, Marshall Bracebridge, Rosie's father. The two of them are friendly enough; they're both landowners in the same area, they run in the same social circles, etc. However, their wives are actually the ones that are quite close friends; Kate gets along spectacularly well with the Earl's wife, Louisa. They're both no-bullshit sorts of people, married around the same time, and navigating their new positions in society at the same time, and quite like having the other as a sort of friend and ally. Louisa is also a fan of the sorts of balls Kate throws, which makes her a firm friend in Kate's book. They both get pregnant around the same time and Ned and Rosie are born a day after the other, which they didn't anticipate on happening--Rosie is actually born about two weeks early.

Anyways, we're going to fast forward through Ned and Rosie's story, since I'll be writing that :) But they get married when they're both 21 and have Henry a year later, who they name after Rosie's grandfather.

(Side note that, two years later, they have a daughter and name her Hyacinth, after Aunty Hyacinth, who both Ned and Rosie have incredibly fond memories of because Hyacinth was obsessed with baby Ned. I know this is in the latest chapter of Miles the Rake, but since Ned and Rosie grow up together, doing a lot of everything together, they both sort of think of her as Aunty Hyacinth who will tell them funny stories about Anthony and indulge any sneaky behavior)

Baby Henry is Anthony and Kate's first grandchild and they are absolutely besotted with him. He is also Louisa and Marshall's first grandchild, so this kid is growing up with two sets of first time grandparents who are absolutely obsessed with him.

Ned and Rosie have a house in both Kent (where their family's ancestral seats are), a house in London, and a smaller (though it's not really that small lol) home in Brighton that is for the occasional holiday to the seaside. That house is actually featured heavily in Mary's story but more on that later ;) Anyways, they're raising their family quite close to their families as well, and you know that known Baby Tamer Anthony is there every spare moment of the day. He is truly just so infatuated by this little life that his son and daughter-in-law created and just so overcome.

Henry's first "word" is Dada, which, in Hindi means grandfather, and since both Kate and Anthony have decided they'll be Dada and Dadi, Anthony likes to tell everyone that his grandson's first words were Dada.

Anthony loves taking Henry out for rides; he actually sneakily teaches Henry how to ride on horseback a bit earlier than Ned and Rosie planned, simply because he's not going to say no to his grandchild. After years of looking after his siblings and then raising his own children, he's really happy to be settling into this new role in life, where he's not directly responsible for the wellbeing and security etc of a life, he's just able to sit back and spoil his grandchildren as much as he likes. So Henry becomes proficient at horseback riding at a young age because, well, Anthony really can't say no to his little face.

This is a hard maybe, as in maybe once I'm done with Miles, Charlotte, Mary, and Ned's stories, maybe when I have a breather, I'll write a oneshot of this, but there's this really bittersweet feeling Anthony has about being a grandfather. His whole life he feels like he's been trying to fill the shoes of someone else, stumbling or tripping or half convinced that he can't get it right. He's trying to be what his father was for him in a lot of ways. But when he himself has his kids, he is, of course, sad that his father would never know his children. And when his children have children, he is for the first time in his life settling into a role his own father never had. A role that he has no sort of set perception for, or expectations for. He is a grandfather and it is a position of entirely his own making, and he is happy to be indulgent and affectionate, happily spoiling his grandchildren.

Whenever Ned and Rosie are visiting Kate and Anthony, they truly will never see head or tails of their kids again because they've happily been bundled up into their grandparent's arms. As I mentioned earlier, Ned and Rosie have Hyacinth two years after Henry, and she'll happily spend any amount of time in her grandfather's arms. She's also a very fussy baby, and, much like her namesake, always settled when she was being rocked by Anthony, who is more than happy to hold her.

I am actively holding back on discussing Miles and Charlotte's children, actually, as talking about them will get a bit spoiler-y since their children and Kathony's relationship with them does have a lot to do with big events that happen with both Miles and Charlotte's stories! That's not to say anything bad happens or that any relations are soured, though. Kathony love all their grandchildren a whole damn lot <3

Charlotte and Freddie have baby Nicholas, named after Freddie's late father, and since Freddie doesn't either of his parents, or a ton of relatives, Kathony are a big presence, just very happy to help make up for the lack of family. In fact, most of the Bridgertons are. Seeing as Miles and Freddie have been best friends since age four, and basically inseparable, and seeing how Anthony and Simon both step in when Freddie's father, the Duke, passes away when Freddie is 18, passing the dukedom to Freddie who is far too young and newly orphaned, somewhere along the way, the Kate and Anthony came to think of him as their own, just one more kid thrown into the mix. When he and Charlotte get married, it's sort of just making official what everyone felt; Freddie's always been a Bridgerton.

Freddie is actually a very nervous new dad; once Nicholas is born (and then, later, the twins), he settles into the role nicely because he loves his kids so much, just obsessed. However, leading up to the birth of baby Nick, he is quite nervous, and finds himself turning to the only remaining father figure he has in his life--Anthony. And of course, he's lucky that Anthony's quite practiced at being a dad. The two of them have a lot of talks about fatherhood and the responsibilities, sense of care, sense of duty, and everything else that comes with it. Freddie is not a natural disciplinarian, he is an only child, and his mother passed away while in childbirth with him, due to the fact that she was a lot older when she was finally able to conceive, and it was a complicated pregnancy. So Freddie was raised by his father, who was also quite old, and though Nicholas senior was a really loving father, who cared for Freddie deeply, he did pass away due to a heart condition when Freddie was only eighteen (like I mentioned earlier) and even when he was around, it felt a bit like he raised himself. So he appreciates having Anthony to lean on and really talk to when he needs it, which happens with increasing frequency the closer they get to Charlotte's due date.

This post is just... obscenely long lol. I have clearly thought about this world... a lot. Like just today I was plotting out the family trees of absolutely everyone, simply because I don't know what I'll end up needing in this fic! I even know that Henry ends up naming his firstborn Anthony, after his beloved Dada. I haven't done the math yet because I'm not sure when Anthony ends up passing away in canon (I read 92 somewhere?) and I haven't sussed out the exact year Henry gets married, but I like to think that Anthony gets to hold his namesake :)

Anyways! I hope this very long and rambly response answers your question! Feel free to lmk if anything needs to be expanded upon or if you've got any other questions :)

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So i started reading Miles to Go because i’m a huge Grucy fan and i saw Lucy in the tags, is she gonna appear?

Btw I loved it, i’m really curious to see how Miles and Arshi scheme will develop and how everyone in the families will take it

Hello anon! First of all, thanks for reading that fic. It's wormed it's way into my heart quite firmly; I love my lil menaces Miles and Arshi.

My plan is to have cameos from all the first gen Bridgerton siblings and their families! Greg and Lucy will def be making a couple of appearances in the fic, do not worry :) they've got plenty of kids and Miles looooves to spoil his nieces and nephews with attention!

As for their scheme-it'll develop about as well as you would expect lol. They're both idiots. They're both kinda down bad right from the get go. It's going to go terribly.

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Anj have you seen the tiktok trend where parents ask their kids to put their shoes on because they’re about to fight someone and need backup in case the other person has kids tryna fight too and I just can’t help but think what the bridgebabies would do in this scenario if Kate or Anthony asked

Omg I haven’t seen that tiktok trend because I actually just like cut my tiktok addiction lol. But I think I saw a video or something like that on Twitter? That’s so funny though!! All of the kids would react differently I just know it. Ned would be all “there has to be another way,” and Miles would 100% be squaring up to fight (in Miles to Go I mention how he got in fights with other boys who made fun of Freddie :,) ). Charlotte would offer to poison or blackmail everyone without ever throwing a punch, and Mary would 100% know her parents were lying lol. What do you think they’d do?

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Hello Tumblr friends! Ch 4 of Miles the Rake is up and it’s… a lot! In a fun way! https://archiveofourown.org/works/39053532/chapters/100688487#workskin

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wait i can't read - LAST!

Last two sentences are from Miles the Rake :)

Despite behaving as though they were newlyweds so many years into their marriage, they managed to be--surprisingly--not as intolerable as Miles and Charles’ many relatives. In fact, Miles had many fond memories of growing up with visits to their home in Clyvedon or their home in London, romping around with his cousins on their extensive grounds, and afternoons spent begging Uncle Simon for naughty stories about his father, which Uncle Simon was far too happy to share.

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This is Miles Bridgerton

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRArCE7A/?k=1

Absolutely SCREAMING because this 10000% is Miles Bridgerton and no one can tell me otherwise!!!

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10 THINGS! MILO THE RAKE!

I can’t wait

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"10 Things" is being so thoroughly worked on that I don't even dare to share a snippet. Like I posted a little sneak peek on Twitter and then the scene got CUT lol. So I will give you a fun fact, and the fun fact is that I am keeping the part from the movie where their dad (now Mary in the fic) makes Bianca wear a pregnancy belly, and I am keeping the line "the shit hath hitheth the fan"

I will, however, give you a Milo the Rake sneak peek because I <3 that little fic universe so fucking much and a good amount of it is written.

Perhaps the most infuriating part was the heart of gold that lay beneath his tailored waistcoats and shirts; his devotion to his family was plain to see, for even if he turned up to functions fashionably late, he still showed up, and any manner of transgressions were forgiven when he twinkled his eyes and gallantly swept the hostess around the ballroom. And while he himself seemed quite steadfast in his abstention from the marriage mart, he took great pride in being the favorite uncle amongst all his nieces and nephews - and there were plenty, given the industriousness his various siblings and cousins seemed intent on multiplying with. There wasn’t a baby he didn’t cradle, a candy he didn’t have to dole out, and stories he couldn’t spin from the most ludicrous of requests, making him a welcome guest amongst his siblings and cousins when parents were at their wits’ end. 

Yes, it was rather fun being Miles Bridgerton; second-born son, never in any real danger of touching the Viscounty, and darling of ton. Where Miles went, a good time was sure to follow, and no one took this reputation as seriously as Miles himself; he was nary seen without a wicked gleam in his eye and pretty word on his lips. It seemed Miles Bridgerton was indeed content to throw himself hedonistically and wholeheartedly into having as much fun as possible for the rest of his life, no matter how many lectures he suffered at the hands of his father - and, worryingly, his older brother. 

But of course, to all best laid plans, a wrench must be thrown, and Miles’ wrench was hurtling towards him at an increasingly fast speed. After all, the higher one goes, the greater the fall.

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I’m picturing miles as manish dayal and arshi as amita suman who do you as the author imagine them as

I am not going to lie to you, I don't picture them as anyone!! I have physical descriptors of them but I don't actually have fancasts of them! Whoever you see when you're reading Miles the Rake is perfect, because it's up to you! :)