#ramaraju × reader

[summer-may]

Unbearable.

Ram × wife!reader

18+. MDNI.

The air was unbearable, summer had come and the was sun was blazing enough that it could melt you in minutes.

Your skin felt hot every day of the week now. Only nights were somewhat bearable when the air was comfortable enough to sit on the terrace without your skin feeling like it's on fire.

The fan was at full speed, but there was no real difference in the coolness of your bedroom. The wooden panels of the window were wide open, hot breeze entering the room and making you huff at the sweat dripping down your back.

The saree, white with pink border you had worn thinking the colour would cool you down was turning out to be a farce by the looks of it, and you sadly realised it was probably a old wive's tale. The blouse had patches of sweat, and you knew even if you changed, the next set would have the same fate.

The housework was done, by 11 a.m you had hurried to finish off the laundry, cooking and done the dishes so that at least you would be spared sweating off into a puddle in the heat of the brutal Indian summer.

Ram had gone to work early in the morning. He had said he was working on some undercover mission. You had packed and sent him off with his lunch and a sweet kiss on the cheek.

You huffed out a groan of annoyance, waiting for the sun to set and praying for some cool breeze, please jagdambe, let it be cool today, or sleeping would be a nightmare today.

The sun was set, and you lit the agarbatti and put it in the mandir and tulsi vrindavan situated in the front of your house.

You looked across and smiled, seeing the kids finally out and about and playing till their hearts were content. The neighborhood ladies outside; meeting, sweeping, and sitting in the cool breeze before going back inside to prepare for the night. Some men even coming back to their homes after work.

You wondered if Ram would be coming back soon, or if today would also be one of the overtime days. He always insists on completing his given tasks. You always wondered why your husband was such a perfectionist and especially for a job that serves them.

Sighing, you bowed to the tulsi vrindavan and headed back to the house, the windows all open, making you groan out loud in happiness as a gentle breeze caressed your body.

You started making dinner, hmm, looking at the vegetables you decided to make sukka kanda batata ki sabji, along simple dal and chawal. The cooking was done and as you looked outside, it was absolutely dark. The night had settled over the village, houses were lit with lanterns, and families enjoying their time together.

It was now 7:30 and Ram still hadn't come home, you worried he would stay late today but then he would always send someone to inform you. Maybe he was on his way, you mused.

You entered your bedroom and decided to relax till Ram comes home.

As you were lost in your thoughts you heard the tell tale footsteps of Ram, entering the house, "Jaan, mein aa gaya," his footsteps marching forward as he finally entered the bedroom, making a beeline towards you, "aaj bohot thak gaya, dhup ne toh pareshan kar diya!"

His body slumped over your lap, your hands immediately running through his beautiful hair, "I know, Rama, you look tired, mera bechara baccha," his eyes opened to look up at you, the way your saree was now a little loose, pallu almost falling off your shoulders, hair tied in a loose bun, tendrils fanning your gorgeous face, was making Ram not so tired anymore.

His hands caressed your cheeks, thumb running across your lips, "Just looking at you is making me energised again," his beautiful eyes were sparkling with mischief, "idhar aao." he spoke as his hands held onto your neck.

"Ram nahi, you go take a bath first, the waters nice and cold, it'll make you feel better," you spoke while swatting his wandering hands away, "first bath, then change your clothes, and let's eat, you must be hungry," you said, trying to push him off of you.

"Haan, bhook toh lagi hai, but for something else," he got up and pulled you to stand besides him, his hand trailing your waist, lips hovering over yours, "lekin thik hai, I'll bathe first."

The insufferable man, flusters you to no end, you slapped his strong chest, and muttered an embarrassed, "chup raho!"

His laughter rang loud as you got out of his hold, and ran towards the kitchen to set the plates for dinner.

Once in the safety of your kitchen you yelled out, "Rama, your shirt is on the bed, haan?" His answer was a distant, "thik hai!"

The both of you sat down and ate dinner talking about your day, you talking about how unbearable the heat was even in the house, and sympathizing with how he had to work under the blazing sun.

As you washed the dishes, Ram had cleared and swept the kitchen. You looked at Ram and smiled and thanked the Gods that they had blessed you with such a beautiful husband; strong, loving and considerate.

"Jaan, ye ho gaya, is there something else?"

"Nahi, tum aram karo ab," you said to him.

Ram then went and closed off the windows of the hall, switched off the lanterns and closed the main door. He entered into the bedroom to see you changing out of your saree, your pallu on the ground and hands on your pleats, which he quickly caught hold of, "mujhe karne do," his eyes were blown wide, stare on his hands that were pulling the fabric slowly from your petticoat, "kuch toh seva karne do."

You heart felt like it was going to burst out, your eyes meeting his as his hands pulled the pleats completely out and now pulling the rest of the saree off with slow and deliberate motion. The feeling of his fingers on your stomach and back setting you ablaze, "this feels more self satisfying than seva, pati dev."

The saree was now completely at your feet, his hands opening your bun, and one hand holding your luscious locks to pull you close, lips trailing from your neck to your face. "Aur usme kya galat hai, when I serve you, it does satiate me, meri pyari patni." His lips were now pecking yours softly as his hands were loosening your petticoat.

You put your hands on his chest, caressing him, and muttered, "shirt utaro, Rama." His hands pulled his shirt away in an instance. His bare chest heaving, as your hands roamed from his pecks to his stomach, stopping your ministration as you lightly pinched his nipples, smiling mischievously at him as he groaned lowly.

His eyes now twinkling, he pawed at your petticoat, finally loosening the knot enough that the skirt fell to the floor and pooled at your feet and your underwear followed. His eyes now locked onto the white blouse on your heavenly chest, his hands now urgent as they caressed your hard nipples, protruding from the blouse, your moan of pleasure making his brain fog up.

He un-hooked your blouse slowly, his kisses now full blown assault of pleasure, your hands on his pajama, untying the knot and pushing it down with urgency. His strong and calloused hands now fondling your breasts, while nimble fingers pinched your stiff peaks till pleasure shot through your body down to your core.

His sinful lips descended on your chest, licking and biting your chest and you knew there would be marks tomorrow as a reminder. You walked backwards and fell onto the bed, his body following yours and continuing his ministration along your body by his hands and lips.

Ram looked at you, his wife, his ardhangini, his everything. Hair spread like a halo, skin glowing even in the darkness of the room, your body naked to the touch except mangalsutra, the sign of your commitment to him. The symbol of your love for him. He felt himself lower, till he was face to face with you, his eyes shining with love and adoration that could make you weep in happiness.

Once he made sure you were ready for him, his nimble fingers found comfort in yours, your knees bent and feet flat on the bed, with him nestling in between your thighs. He looked into your eyes, and slowing began sliding in, your wetness making him hiss in pleasure. Your eyes closed as you felt the pleasure shoot through you, his cock beginning to give you the relief that you so desired.

"Open you eyes, jaan." Ram murmured, his face above yours, kissing your face as if his life depended on it, "Aankhe meri taraf, mujhe dekho, aur kuch nahi, sirf mujhe." eyes wide open, you stared at him, "Please, Rama, move, please."

"Haan, meri jaan," his voice shook, and hips moved, thrusts calm and calculated and hitting all the spots he knew you liked. His body after years knew your pleasure more than you did. Hell, maybe more than his own.

The pleasure was building by the second, both of you pent up, and ready to combust at any given moment. The thrusts started becoming more erratic, kisses more sloppy, his tongue and yours dancing to the beat of your hearts, fingers tightened, your eyes half closed.

You looked at him as his speed got faster and groans sounded heavily, you knew your were going to come at any second now, and as he spoke, "come on, come on, let go, meri jaan," you came, squeezing him tightly and triggering his own release with a shout. You milked his cock for all it was worth and your pussy still tightened around him.

He fell of top of you, with him still inside of you. You loved his weight on you. His lips finding your forehead to kiss and then slowly kissing your lips softly. "Jaan, ab shodogi mujhe?" His voice came out hoarse with a little smile to his words.

When the words registered, you let out a scandalous, "Rama!" with a slap to his chest, and face planted in his beautiful chest, as if you hadn't just made the man crazy enough and milked his balls dry.

His laughter the last sound you heard as he planted himself on his back and pulled you onto his chest to sleep with the cool breeze making you both drift of to sleep.

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[mahi-wayy]

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐀 | ᴀ. ʀᴀᴍᴀ ʀᴀᴊᴜ

ᴘᴀɪʀɴɪɴɢ : A. Rama Raju x Fem!Oc

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ : RRR

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ : 2.4k

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs : ssr levels of angst, strained relationship, arguments, ram being a emotional mess but still trying his best like always.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ram tries his best but still fails to keep a promise.

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

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Alluri Sitarama Raju was a busy man, an extremely complicated, dedicated and smart one too. 

He was a man of his word, a great son, an extraordinary officer, exceptionally intelligent, a great strategist, a great on field leader etc. etc. but what most people and very sadly he himself forgets often is that he was a husband too.

Married to his childhood friend and the only other person who knew about his past, other than Babai of course, Vadehi. 

Their tale was an interesting one; he first met Vadehi, he was barely twelve. He had accompanied Babai, who found him sitting by his mother's corpse motionless, to Delhi to live with him and fulfil his father's mission.

He was weird in people's eyes, a twelve year old who neither laughs nor plays with other boys, never smiles and is always studying, without a break. He attracted some really good amount of attention his way for the first few months. 

It was around the fifth month when he first met her, if asked Ram can still recollect the evening like it was yesterday, he was outside the house, waiting for Babai to get off his duty. 

Sitting on the steps with his legs pulled up and a book in hand, he really was not feeling interacting with anyone, like usual. That was when a ball hit his book knocking it off from his hands, he gave the young boys playing around a look, who apologised and he kicked the ball back.

Not even ten minutes back to reading, the ball hit his book again, he glares at them this time and kicks the ball back harder than before.

The third time he caught them in his peripheral, purposely setting up to hit the ball at him once again and this time he was going to hit back. He pretended to not notice one of the boys taking aim at him, his head to be specific, but the impact never came.

He looked up to check only to find the most interesting sight, all five of the boys were sitting on their knees and apologising as a girl grilled them with her words. She was young too, maybe a year or two older than him but not more than that. 

It was two more minutes before she turned to him and held one of her ear as if apologising on the boy's behalf.

Ram after a long time felt the corner of his lips twitch up in a small, subtle smile and it earned him a pleasantly surprised reaction from the girl who just waved at him and rushed off.

That was the first time he saw Vadehi, the niece of the newly moved neighbour, Balan Krishnamurthi, an Indian constable in the British force.

He was freshly transferred from Karnataka to Delhi and Vadehi didn't have a mother or father, as long as she could remember it was just Balan and her.

Ram found her tolerable, that's what he told himself in the beginning, they used to sit together and study, in silence. Since she was older not many boys or girls preferred playing with her, neither did she seem interested.

She was a little aloof much like himself but she did get into arguments once a week when the boys bother them. It was secretly entertaining for Ram to watch it, all of the boys just sitting and taking a tongue lashing from her.

She wanted to be a doctor, he remembers the sparkle in those beautiful brown orbs as she went on and on about her dreams.

But some dreams were meant to be shattered.

They were twenty and twenty two respectively when it happened, Ram had just come back from his exam for the police force to find an unusual amount of people standing around Vadehi's house.

While he was not fond of people or social interactions in any form or colour the way his stomach churned made him push through the crowd to come face to face with probably the most blood he has ever seen ever since that day in his village.

He could feel the nausea climbing up his throat as he looked at the dead figure Balan Krishnamurthi, the man was bleeding from a head injury and a stab wound in his abdomen. 

But what worried him more was the motionless figure sitting beside the body, Vadehi was being subjected to all sorts of comments as she just stared at her now dead uncle and it just made the trauma hit Ram harder than ever. 

He could see his mother and him in the scene in front of him and it was making him more and more anxious, his throat closing and stomach churning as he stepped towards the female.

Ram has no idea how situations like these were handled, it was usually Vadehi who took charge of things like this and gave him freedom to focus on one thing, that being his father's mission, at a time.

So when she flinches when he touches her shoulder, he flinches with her. He took a short breath before kneeling to her level while all she did was stare at him, the empty gaze slowly filling with emotions made it a little easier for him.

He forces a small sympathetic smile while cupping her face and the dam breaks, Vadehi just lunges forward clinging to him, crying like no tomorrow and it catches him off guard before his arms come to wrap around her figure.

That one incident and babai's decision to have her stay with them changed their lives, since everyone witnessed her crying and refusing to let go and then staying with him, alone for most of the day since babai had a duty to report to, people started talking.

The statements being passed around were offending and disgusting, people talk, both of them knew that but questioning a girl who has lost her only family three weeks ago was a new level of low.

With things getting a little out of hand and seeing how both of them struggled with it, Vankteshwarlu came up with the idea of their marriage and with a little convincing they got married exactly a month after.

In the present, it has been four years, four years of their marriage and four years of falling in love. Ram wasn't really sure when it happened but he started liking Vadehi a lot more than just a girl he grew up with and vice-versa.

The first few months were a little mechanical but the transition from friends to husband-wife was smooth after that, they never really realised when the relationship grew and turned into something more.

But the last year and past few months have been rough, Ram has been a little distant lately, he knows but things have been tough, very very tough. For example, last month was his fifth failed attempt at getting that promotion and as much as he expected this behaviour it's frustrating to no end.

He knew the whites won't favour him even for their life but why has his down God turned his back to him is beyond him. Why is he testing him like this again and again? What has he ever done to anyone? What is he doing wrong? 

All this inner turmoil was affecting his personal life, it started with him forgetting his own birthday, for which Vadehi prepared a rich family dinner, he entered home twelve in the night and by that time the babai had gone home and he had Vadehi asleep on the dining table with the food waiting for him.

She forgave him for it.

The next miss judgement happened on her birthday, he has promised to be home by seven but didn't make it till ten, leaving Vadehi alone, since babai was out of town too, in her own day.

He was able to earn forgiveness for that too somehow.

The third mistake and the first argument happened exactly a month ago, their fourth anniversary. 

She had again and again asked him if he would be able to make it till ten and he had agreed that he will but like the first time he couldn't, he came home at twelve and for the first time he had dinner alone.

The female wasn't ready to hear a word he wanted to say, he still remembers the shouting match that happened in their bedroom.

“Vadehi! Vadehi listen to me- LISTEN TO ME!!” He had yelled, grabbing her arm and turning her to face him; she would have looked beautiful in the red anarkali and jewellery if her kohl lined eyes weren't full of angry tears.

“Listen to what huh? Listen to what Ram!? another duty calls explanation."

“Try to understand Vadehi, this is important to me.”

“I KNOW THAT DAMN IT!!"

That was the first time he has heard her yell like that.

“I know what you do and how and why it's important to you Ram, I am aware of it that's why I asked you didn't I, I asked you again and again if you would be able to make it, didn't I?”

Now truly had no answer, she had asked him and he did say he would. He looks up when his palms slip around his face.

“Listen to me Ram okay? I am not asking you to stop moving towards your goal or to stop this fight against these disgusting white men, no that's not what I am asking. All I want from you is to not forget me, don't leave me behind Ram, please.”

“I won't.”

He still doesn't believe that the cracking, shivering voice was his as he begged for her forgiveness and she just held him for that night.

Things almost went back to normal, he made sure to make an effort to not leave his wife behind, everything seemed to be going alright but like he has said before many times, his life doesn't like him being happy or normal.

She has reminded him, this morning, again and again that it was karva chauth and he has to make it in time or at least let her know if he can't and he once again has told her that he would.

But look at him now, standing in front of his own home, scared out of his mind. No matter what he did, he just couldn't bring himself to open the door and face his wife, who had not eaten or drank anything for his sake. 

He, who was coming back at three in the morning.

Extremely nervous and his stomach dropping he opened the door and his legs almost gave out on him. There she was, sitting in one of the chairs with a pooja ki thaal in her lap. The diya had gone out a long time back from the looks of it.

Her face was blank, he has seen her like this once before and it doesn't feel right at all.

Dressed in a beautiful red saree, her mangalsutra shining bright under the weakening moonlight, her hair half pulled back where a little messy from her resting her head against the chair, she looked extremely tired and then his eyes fell on the dining table.

It looked like a buffet and his heart dropped further as the guilt weighed on his shoulders.

He could feel a lump in his throat, how bad can he be to keep her waiting like this, how the hell did he lose track of time so easily, especially today of all days.

Ram says nothing, he lets his instincts guide him, dropping to the floor beside her feet, his forehead coming to rest against her knee, his palm holding one of her feet while the other guides her second feet to rest on his leg. 

He doesn't know what to say, he never does and in a situation like this he wasn't even sure if he even had a right to say something.

So he just sits, holding her feet like they were his life, like letting them go will take away his ability to breathe from him.

After what seems like eternity but we're only fifteen minutes, Vadehi moves. She brushes a hand through his hair and moves her feet away, standing up and pulling him with her.

She says nothing, just picks up the plate from the table and disappears inside. She comes back in less than ten minutes, the thal set again, a new diya illuminating her blank features.

She stops infront of him, both of them just starring at each other before she takes his hand with one of her own and walks outside to the porch. 

The moon is drifting behind the clouds but still shines brightly as she sets the thal down on a stool and covers her head before picking up the sieve, placing the diya in it before looking at the moon through it.

He feels a little sick when he stares at him through the fine net, he can read the disappointing hurt into those blank eyes but can't bring himself to say anything. 

“For this karva chauth, along with your long life I wish that every father gets a son like you and every country gets a soldier like you…” 

Her tone is disturbingly stable as she speaks, offering the water to the moon before turning to him and bending to touch his feet.

“But may not any woman gets a husband like you.” 

That broke his heart, into a million pieces.

He sees tears slowly filling her eyes before letting her veil slip from her head as she rushes inside, his feet takes him after her but all gets is the bedroom door being shut in his face.

It was okay, he made a mistake, he will take the consequences.

“Vadehi, I'm not deserving even for consideration of forgiveness but I am selfish, I am bad, I am weak. I will take anything you want, don't talk to me, don't wait for me, don't cook for me. Don't do anything I will take it all but please please don't leave me. I don't know what I will do without you please don't leave me.”

After years and years, Ram feels tears flowing down his cheeks as he begs for the woman to not leave him, he gets no verbal reponse, slowly sliding down the door as he sobbed. 

That night all that could be the audible sobs of a man scared to be left alone and the muffled sobs of a wife who was hurt and angry.

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Abhi na jao chod kar ke dil abhi bhara nahi.....

[ ram x female reader ]

summary - when your husband loves you too much that it started to get visible in every action of his and the heart cherishes the feeling of unconditional and hopeless long lasting bond you both share... [ fluff lots and lots of fluff ]

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No one's p.o.v.....

The sun started to set earlier than the usual in Delhi these days.

winters striked the capital quicker and the atmosphere was causing the bones to get freezed in the chilly air. it looked like mother nature was having mood swings these days.

the greenery of the distant rooftops shined because of pearl drops of dew covering them.

Green plants looked refreshed and newly bloomed flowers attracted bees in such a surreal way that the atmosphere looked heavenly .

Sun provided enough warmth but not that enough to get rid of the cold that was threatening to put the body on freeze.

Distant rooftops glowed like blush pink loaves of bread scattering the hue of reddish and orange tint across the wet pavement of the roads shined through the street lamps illuminating the wet cold roads, as if making it look like engulf in flames.

the faint noises of kids playing under the giant black sky .

and the mothers and women of houses wrapped up in warm shawls shared evening talks with a cup of chai in their hands while watching over their kids.

the capital looked quiet peaceful and it looked like everyone was contented and happy as a peaceful environment engulfed everything and everyone.

whereas the men were engrossed in talking about how the world was changing and the politics was taking place in the changing world of cultures and traditions.

the brown eyed man walked silently sighing taking a deep breath lost in the void of his mind the never ending silent thoughts of his made him get trapped inside his own head. as he came across the door of his house as he stepped inside taking a small shaky breath a sense of calm and serenity passed his quiet yet loud mind .

the smell of sandalwood and jasmine hit his nostrils making him feel very calm and relaxed all of a sudden as a big yet tired yet so beautiful smile spread across his face, as if his soul found its solace all of a sudden the smell always ready to send him in comfort providing so much comfort and warmth that he just wanted nothing but to immerse himself in it.

his exhausted eyelashes closed as his irises dilated a bit searching for certain someone he needed after such a tiring and bad day that was the person his heart craved the presence of and soul surrendered to. passing through the living room he sighed as the familiar warmth of his home the essence of his comfort zone fit in a comfortable silence echoed inside the walls of his house.

his eyes desperately and impatiently searched for his wife.. as he came inside the another room and passing through the dining hall he found her and his steps halted a bit, and breath hitched in his throat.

as if every time he saw her he fell in love with her all over again it was always visible in his actions and behavior that how much he loved his wife his ardhangini his better half and his forever.

he loved her so much that sometimes it physically hurted sometimes she was his heaven on earth and his only thing to be his everything. he always prayed and wished to vishwanath watching upon him to keep his wife safe and healthy he always prayed for her well being because she was all that mattered .

that always made sense' that only made and keep him sane no words in the world were capable and beautiful enough to describe the love Ram felt for his wife, if he could give her one thing in life it was always going to be the ability to see herself through his eyes only then she could be able to realize that how special she was for him. and what her existence meant in his life.

because at the end of the day she was the person he wanted to come home to, the person he wanted to tell how his day went, the person he wanted to share his happiness, sadness, the frustration and success the sorrows and everything with she was his comfort place after all.

they were arranged it was all just awkward and strange in the start but she was enough she was the one he always needed she was doing amazing things to him.

she had a smile that could easily change the world, that could do more than she could ever think of and more she was always more than she thought.

he knew he might not be able to tell her everyday but she meant the whole world to him the day she stepped her lakshmi like steps in his life changing everything for forever for something meaningful and beautiful .

he never realized how much she felt like home to him until he found himself thinking about ho much he wished she could be with him the times hadn't been.

thinking about how he wanted to experience every damn kind of emotions ups and downs and problems and adventures of the life, the fight he had for his land for his people for his nation with her by his side the saying -

" home is whenever i am with you" had never been more clearer to him . she as his home and he was homesick without her.

She made him feel human again, her touch, her laughter her breath everything showed him what it was like to be a person a living breathing human being.

she came into his life at a time when it looked like everything was going to be finished when everything was against him, everything would kill him. She showed him everything he had to live and fight for.

In that short period he called her his she made him feel like there were galaxies in his veins, and the stars made their home in his eyes.

He was forever grateful for the universe and the Vishwanath for bringing her to him for being his wife his better half his everything.

his hopelessly in love with my wife demeanor was factually visible in that sweet smile of his, the loose lazy relaxed walking and a calm look in his chocolaty brown eyes.

that seemed to shine even more now seeing his priyatama looking like an enchanting apsara.

she looked like a blooming flower refreshing and soothing despite coming from such a cold weather just entering in the house seeing his wife made all his senses wash away.

like a wave of sea taking away everything ready to hold him in the home of her arms kiss his forehead lovingly and hold his hands in hers never letting him go. saving him from the world saving him from himself. from the demons inside his own head.

"Ram?" he snapped out from the reverie of his thoughts upon hearing the sweet soothing voice reaching to his ear like honey being poured right into his ear drums.

he was definitely unconditionally, irrevocably, and hopelessly so in love with the woman standing there in a red saree.

he gave her a big beautiful smile of his which was only reserved for her to see. because no one else in this whole world had the capability of making ram feel such way the way his wife made him feel.

his heart swelled with joy, seeing her lips stretching in the same grin as soon as her eyes found her husband .

The one her heart and soul yearned for and the one she was surrendered to.

The red cotton fabric hugged her body as if the cloth was made only for her. increasing the vibrancy of her soft tan skin shining under the golden bulb of their bedroom.

And her eyes looked like flames engulfed in fire urging him to lost himself in those kohl decorated beautiful eyes.

putting the clothes down she was folding on the bed .and keeping the already folded ones in the closet she smiled softly at her husband.

walking towards him as he sighed taking a deep breath oh how he could do anything in his power to make her smile like that every moment for his life.

that damn smile his most favorite thing to witness in the whole world whenever she smiled it was like the universe was in peace.

" how was your day bangaram ?" he smiled softly before engulfing her in a sweet tight embrace closing his eyes taking a contended sigh.

the meaning of this hug was unexplainable as it held the emotions he was so bad at expressing sometimes, but was able to make her feel what he actually held for her in his heart.

the sweet smell of gandharraj and sandalwood the smell of her. that scent that was the reason for his peace of mind and there he stood holding his everything in his arms.

" shouldn't i be asking that question ?" she chuckled hugging him back with the same love and willingness that he did sighing in peace closing her eyes as well. The hug.

This hug... ram held her more tighter he had once read in a novel that it was just about one person . and one day there would be a person who was going to hug him in such a way that all his broken pieces would be fixed back together.

the female was sure of one thing nothing was more right nothing felt more home than being in his arms.

she had seen him she had been with him since day one . though it wasn't like same as now but still he was someone she could tell without doing or saying anything that she was blessed to have him as her partner. if he really thought that he could bear her for the rest of his life she as ready to surrender her soul that was his.

in his eyes she could see ruins of scarred heart mystery tragedies. but for her that was what made him beautiful the way he could bear replicas of his yesterdays, the way he put it in display making him present more vibrant and astonishing and as he was amidst every chaotic day. the one thing she was always fond of was his eyes.

Ram's eyes... those brown almond eyes, he had wonderful eyes not the type which always drowned her in, but the type which made her feel a little more alive.

the one's which always looked cold but deep inside give warmth they were beautiful they made her beautiful . but sometimes beneath those long lashes and brown irises she could see the emotions or the things which he never told.

some fears, and some regrets the silence narrated stories with the soft roaring waves, it held so many secrets so many lies as well which he hated to tell as well.

something that was imperfectly perfect for her she found herself falling like never before . she found something in his nothing something she needed to hold on some fears some tears and some illusions maybe that she never wanted to end.

she held him letting him take his time she knew he didn't like speaking all together but took time in pieces. so she just hugged him not saying anything letting him hold her. she caressed his hair locks running her soft fingers through them.

" had a bad day ?" she whispered softly rubbing his back soothingly while he just sighed nodding a bit pulling her more close if possible the woman in red smiled a bit " its okay you are okay everything is fine" she smiled.

her words calmed him down actually as he broke the hug holding her shoulders giving her a soft nod " what about you ?" he asked she knew he didnt wanted to talk about it, so she didn't forced him to.

that's the thing Ram admired most about her she never forced him or pestered him to do something he didn't wanted to, and always supported him in every decision of his . she knew when to stay silent when to not ask much about anything and when to just listen to him.

" working on a new article they are confiscating the plantation fields of farmers in eastern side making estate businesses for the company illegally that's what i am working on. "

she told him smiling a bit her eyes were tired but an exhausted smile still played on her lips. this was the another thing Ram loved about his wife she was independent.

and she knew to speak about bad and unjust he always supported her decision of working even when society didn't liked and let women work outside of the house.

so being the senior editor in newspaper publications . the male couldn't be more happier and proud of his wife. she was perfect in every possible way and working for better causes for their motherland in fact even encouraged other women as well .

he frowned a bit " are you tired bangaram ? is the work being too much ?" he asked in a soft tone caressing her cheek looking down at her.

she shook her head shaking her head " no i am fine don't worry " she chuckled giving him a reassuring look patting his cheek as he nodded a bit he knew she could get exhausted by working all day, and then doing the house chores as well .

Ram was never a person who acted like that dominant husband giving orders to their wives he was always so supportive and helpful.

he always helped his wife in household work and that increased the love and respect she had for him . More than she could ever imagine from cooking and cleaning to everything he always was a big help and the female couldn't be more lucky for having such a perfect man like Ram.

" you get fresh i will serve the dinner " she nodded walking towards the kitchen to serve the dinner, but he caught her wrist pulling her back shocking her through the core as she baffled looking at him with wide eyes .

" ram!' she exclaimed in surprise and shocked tone not expecting this from her usually shy husband he chuckled wrapping an arm around her waist .

" stay for a bit ?" he asked softly looking in her eyes giving her a tender smile before laying down on the bed putting his head on her lap. she looked down flushing more red sighing taking a deep breath running her hands through his hair giving him a smile .

" guess we both are tired ?" she asked looking down at him while he hid his face in her torso as her saree felt so comfortable isn't that what he wanted to live for all his life?

he felt so serene and calm . " we do" he nodded muttering softly while she chuckled " well my husband i need to prepare dinner let me go" she tried cupping his cheek .

while he looked up at her smiling looking at her with so much love and affection, that she turned away smiling slightly shaking her head as her cheeks turned a shade of red .

" god you look so beautiful when you blush " he whispered making her sigh " stop it now okay ?" she look at him as her lips threatening to break into a shy smile.

" can't help it when i got such gorgeous wife ?" he said tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear going all in awe with the beauty she possessed.

" ram please god " she looked at him giving him an amused smile " okay okay fine" he chuckled getting up sitting and looking at her . " go and get fresh i have put your clothes on the nearby cabinet of washroom" she rushed out so as to not show her blushing face making him laugh .

these small moments were the one's he always cherished . with all his might these moments were the one's that made their life more beautiful and she was the only thing that gave him a reason to live .

oh how his heart always started to throb in his chest whenever she was around and near him she was all he needed to live and survive.

" oh come on its nothing its just some vegetables i can cut them will you stop now ?"

The female put her hands on her hips shaking her head t her husband because he was so stubborn he never listened "its okay let me help its just some vegetables right ? Then what's wrong if I help?" he took the knife and plate from her as the brown eyed female huffed.

She knew he would never listen so she turned back towards the kitchen to fry the fresh pooris.

" You know I like helping you in household chores" she heard him saying as she sighed shaking her head with a smile " and you amuse me sometimes because of how good you are ?" She chuckled kneading a dough of the flour.

When a hand came to get her strands of Hair behind her ear a kiss was being planted on her right cheek. " I am no good I am just doing a normal thing and helping your wife isn't a big deal." he smiled as she turned to look at him her eyebrows raised.

The usual shy husband was acting so bold of a sudden what's wrong suddenly?

Her breath hitched in her throat as her hands stopped their moments and she turned to look at him only to find him already staring shaking her head at his antics. " there is something seriously wrong with you today "

she sighed as hearing that hearty chuckle erupted so many butterflies in her stomach she admired him for a moment. .

" I don't know just found you so pretty today" The female was compelled to roll her eyes to mask her blushing face at that moment . as she put the dough aside giving him a look and turned towards the cabinets to take some other stuff out.

" what do you mean? I don't look pretty any other day then?"

She bit down her lip to not smile as seeing his expressions changed all of a sudden she knew what he actually meant . but wanted to have some fun as well and tease him a bit.

he immediately shook his head in no " no ban-bangaram that's not what i meant" his voice was a bit shaky as the female in red chuckled .

" oh yeah ? then what did you meant ?" she turned to look at him raising her eyebrows leaning against the counter.

Ram's heart throbbed loudly against his chest this was the effect his wife had on him which always took him by surprise.

he sighed looking down opening his mouth to say something again but nothing came out that was when he heard her magical laugh. oh! that laugh he could die to hear that laugh again and again. as it felt like music to his ears.

this was the time of the day when he could easily forget the reality, the guilt, the self hatred, the disgust, all he had for himself. and just melt and surrender himself in the arms of his wife in such a way that reality used to fade like fog somewhere from where he didn't wanted to jump back in.

because that was the life he hated the reality. in which he was being a facade being something he didn't wanted to doing something he didn't had to, how much it took to be that. and how easy it was for the woman in front of him to accept him the way he was and made him feel human and alive again.

" i was pulling your leg jaan relax"

she chuckled shaking her head as a smile broke on his face as well . he didn't even remembered if he smiled as much as he as he did with her ever before.

his life was too much in a dark turmoil before her but she was there to save him to be his sun when he was drowning in rain.

she was mature, independent had a confident aura and a kind smile the most beautiful eyes and most generous and sweetest behavior he really was so lucky that he got a wife like her .

did he needed anything more when he had her ? The answer was no.

the sweet chiming of her anklets echoed in the atmosphere . as she silently served the dinner for both of them. while Ram help her set up the dinner table.

even after she said no countless times her husband was too much of concerned about her that he didn't even let her do the dishes.

all time she just wondered why he was so perfect ? and what she did to deserve someone as perfect and amazing as him.

standing near the window staring at the sky she wrapped her arms around herself .

when he came and hugged her from behind she smiled softly as soon as his arms wrapped around her waist and he put his chin on her shoulder " what is it that my wife is so lost about ?"

she leaned more on to him cupping his cheek from one hand . closing her eyes feeling all the love at the moment his arms were her home as well. whether he liked that or not but she always crave these long hugs.

" that how i got so lucky to have you as my partner of life ?" her voice so soft and slow while her heart increased its pace.

" isn't that something i should be thinking about?" his grip tightened while tone got more calm as if the universe was asleep.

" maybe we both should be thinking about that ?" she whispered turning in his arms putting her hands on his shoulder he took a deep breath before planting a sweet kiss on her forehead giving her a smile " maybe" he answered feeling bliss.

" maybe" she said back hugging him as well. and that was the moment she realized his love was visible in every action of his. and maybe she was just a little more lucky than him.

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Okay so I don't see a lot of telugu requests on your page (I belive there is exactly one other request which is kinda sad since it has so much potential), so I decided to approach you with a request offering hehehe.

Hear me out on this- a alluri sitaramaraju x y/n fiction where they're childhood sweethearts but in the attack from the British that killed his mother I think, ramaraju watches y/n smash her head against a rock. Everyone thinks she's dead except for ram who can fell that she's alive. She lives on with amnesia while ram desperately searches for her, till he finds her and is heartbroken to find out that she doesn't remember him. So he decides to take her on a secret journey where he attempts to return her memories to her.

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HERE IT IS, ENJOY!!!

Memories ~ A. Sitarama raju ~

Memories

Paring: Alluri Sitarama Raju x Fem! Reader

Type/Words: Massive fucking oneshot~10.8k Words

Summary: In which childhood sweethearts Alluri Sitaramaraju and Y/n, separated by Y/n's amnesia and years apart, embark on a poignant journey to rekindle their lost love. Ram's relentless search for her culminates in a chance encounter in a bustling market, offering a glimmer of hope to unravel Y/n's forgotten memories and reunite their hearts.

TW!!: Violence, Amnesia, Pursuit, Religion, Injury, Separation, Memory-loss, the back-drop of british colonisation, let me know if I missed any!!

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In the picturesque village of Vemulawada, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush forests, two souls were destined to be inseparable from the moment they took their first breaths. Alluri Ramaraju, with his unruly hair and a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, and Y/n, a gentle spirit with a radiant smile, had been friends since their earliest memories.

Their bond was extraordinary, a connection that defied the boundaries of ordinary friendships. From the time they were in diapers, their paths were intertwined, and they navigated the journey of life together, hand in hand.

Their love story began in the simplest of ways—two toddlers playing in the village square, kicking up dust and chasing after butterflies. As Y/n stumbled over a pebble, Ramaraju reached out, his tiny hand catching her arm in the nick of time.

"You okay?" he asked, his eyes reflecting the innocence of childhood.

Y/n nodded, her face lighting up with a smile. "Thank you, Ramu."

And so, their friendship was sealed, one that would flourish into a love that transcended time itself.

As they grew older, their adventures became more daring. They explored the dense forests surrounding their village, forging secret hideaways where they shared whispered secrets and dreams of the future. It was during one of these escapades that their bond deepened.

Sitting beneath a sprawling banyan tree, its roots winding like ancient secrets beneath the earth, Ramu turned to Y/n, his eyes filled with an earnest intensity that belied his young age.

"Y/n," he began, his voice hushed as if sharing a sacred truth, "Do you know what they say about the stars?"

Y/n tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. "What do they say, Rama?"

"They say that each star is a promise," he explained. "And when we wish upon them, those wishes have the power to come true."

The night sky above them was a tapestry of stars, each one a beacon of hope. Ram pointed to a particularly bright one.

"That star there," he continued, "that's our star, Y/n. It's our promise to each other."

Y/n followed his gaze, her heart swelling with emotion. "Our promise?"

Ram nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "That we'll always be together, no matter what."

Y/n's response was a soft smile that conveyed more than words ever could. It was a silent vow, an unspoken agreement that their hearts were forever entwined.

Their days were filled with laughter, exploration, and shared secrets. They swam in the village pond, raced through the meadows, and climbed trees to pluck the juiciest mangoes. Every moment spent together was cherished, and their love for each other grew like the tallest of sunflowers, reaching ever higher.

One sunny afternoon, as they rested beneath the shade of their favourite banyan tree, Y/n looked at Ram with a twinkle in her eye. "Ramu, I have something for you."

Ram's curiosity was piqued as he turned to her. "What is it, Y/n?"

With great care, Y/n reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, intricately carved stone. It was a smooth, heart-shaped gem, its colours shimmering in the dappled sunlight.

"It's for you," she said, handing it to him.

Ram's eyes widened with delight as he held the stone in his palm, its cool surface warming under his touch. "Y/n, it's beautiful. Thank you."

"It's a piece of my heart," Y/n confessed, her cheeks tinged with a blush. "So, you'll always have a part of me with you."

Their bond was sealed that day with a simple gift, a token of their affection that held more meaning than any words could convey. It was a promise etched in stone, a vow of a love that would endure.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over their village, Ram and Y/n knew that their bond was unbreakable. They were childhood sweethearts, and their love would carry them through the trials and tribulations that lay ahead.

Their days were filled with shared secrets, dreams of the future, and the certainty that their love would stand the test of time. Their journey together had only just begun, and they were ready to face whatever the future held, hand in hand.

As the years passed, their love would deepen and evolve, but the innocence and purity of their childhood bond would remain the foundation upon which their love story was built.

The village was a tapestry of life, woven with threads of love, tradition, and the timeless connection between Ram and Y/n. Their love story, like the winding river that flowed through their village, was destined to meander through the hills and valleys of life, and its waters would nourish their souls for eternity.

They shared dreams of becoming brave warriors like the heroes of their village, of exploring lands far beyond their hills, and of always being together. Their conversations were filled with laughter and hope, painting a picture of a future they could hardly wait to embrace.

As the years passed, the love between Ram and Y/n continued to grow, much like the towering trees in the forest that surrounded their village. They were inseparable, their hearts forever bound by the promise they had made beneath the starry sky. Their shared dreams and whispered secrets painted a future filled with hope and love.

Their conversations were a refuge from the world around them, a sanctuary where they could be themselves without judgment or pretence. They talked about everything, from the mysteries of the universe to the intricacies of their village.

One sunny afternoon, as they sat by the village pond, their feet dipped into the cool water, Y/n turned to Ram with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Ramu, do you ever wonder what lies beyond these hills? What adventures await us in the world beyond?"

Ram gazed at the distant hills, his thoughts drifting to the unknown. "Sometimes, Y/n. But as long as we're together, I'm not afraid of anything out there."

Y/n smiled, her fingers trailing through the water, creating ripples that mirrored the movement of their hearts. "That's why I'm not afraid either, Ramu. We'll face the world together."

Their dreams were not limited to their village. They imagined themselves as heroes, protecting their loved ones and their homeland from any threats that might arise. Ram would often swing a makeshift wooden sword, pretending to be a valiant warrior, while Y/n would stand by his side, her eyes filled with admiration.

Their innocence was a beautiful tapestry of shared moments and unspoken affection. They revelled in the simple joys of life, like chasing fireflies on warm summer evenings and lying on the grass, watching clouds transform into whimsical shapes.

But fate had other plans, and the tranquillity of their village was soon disrupted by rumblings of danger on the horizon. The British Empire, with its far-reaching ambitions, cast a long shadow over India, and the villagers could not escape the growing threat.

One fateful day, as the villagers gathered in the square to discuss the ominous news, tension hung in the air like a heavy monsoon cloud. Ram and Y/n stood together, their hands tightly clasped, drawing strength from each other's presence.

The village elder, a wise and weathered figure, addressed the crowd. "My fellow villagers, we have received word that the British are advancing towards our lands. We must prepare for their arrival and protect our way of life."

Fear rippled through the assembly, and worried murmurs filled the square. Ram's grip on Y/n's hand tightened, a silent promise to shield her from any harm.

As the days turned into weeks, the villagers toiled tirelessly, fortifying their defences and readying themselves for the impending conflict. Ram, now a strapping young man, but still just a little kid, had become a pillar of strength in the village. He practised tirelessly with the gun, honing his skills to protect those he loved.

Y/n, with her nimble fingers and a heart full of determination, used her talent for crafting to create intricate trinkets for the villagers—a symbol of hope in trying times. She had never stopped carrying her heart-shaped stone with her, a constant reminder of her love for Ram.

One evening, under the moonlit sky, Y/n presented Ram with a gift—a necklace she had crafted herself, adorned with the heart-shaped stone she had given him years ago. Tears glistened in her eyes as she placed it around his neck.

"Rama, wear this necklace as a symbol of my love," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Ram was deeply moved, the pendant resting against his chest, near his heart. "I will, Y/n, always. It will be my talisman, a reminder of your love and our promise."

The necklace became Ram's most cherished possession, a constant reminder of the love that had blossomed between them. He wore it with pride, feeling Y/n's presence with him always.

But as the threat of the British grew more imminent, Ram's protectiveness over Y/n intensified. He couldn't bear the thought of any harm coming to her. Their shared dreams of adventures beyond the hills were now overshadowed by the harsh reality of impending danger.

One morning, as Y/n was filling a pot with water at the village river, her mind lost in thought, a sudden commotion shattered the tranquillity. British soldiers on horseback thundered into the village, their red coats a stark contrast to the vibrant colours of the village homes.

Panic ensued as villagers scattered, seeking safety wherever they could find it. Ram, who had been tending to his daily chores, felt a sinking dread as he realized Y/n was not by his side.

He called out her name, his voice desperate, but there was no response. Frantic, he searched every corner of the village, his heart pounding with fear. His feet carried him to the riverbank, where he saw a horrifying sight.

Y/n, oblivious to the danger, was caught in the path of the oncoming British soldiers. With no time to think, Ram sprinted towards her, his heart in his throat. He reached her just as the soldiers approached.

In his desperation to shield Y/n from harm, Ram pushed her to the side, but in the chaos, they were trampled by several British horses. Y/n's head slammed against a rock, and blood began to flow, staining her clothes and the earth beneath her.

Ram, dazed but with adrenaline coursing through his veins, gathered Y/n into his arms, cradling her head gently. He begged her to stay with him, to not leave him alone.

The other villagers, realizing the peril they were in, rushed to the scene. Two adults, fearing the worst, forcefully pulled Ram away from Y/n, their faces filled with sorrow.

"Let us tend to her, Ram," one of them said, his voice heavy with grief.

Ram fought against their hold, tears streaming down his face. "Please, you have to save her. She can't leave me. She's everything."

But he was overpowered, and he watched helplessly as Y/n was carried away from him. The world around him blurred, and the sound of his own anguished cries echoed in his ears.

The days that followed the tragic incident at the village river were a blur of anguish and despair for Ram. He couldn't bear to be without Y/n, the love of his life, the one who had given him her heart and soul. Every corner of their village, every path they had walked together, was a painful reminder of her absence.

As Y/n lay unconscious, her head injury severe, the villagers had rushed her to the care of the local healer. Ram sat by her bedside day and night, his heart heavy with worry. He couldn't lose her. She was not just a part of his life; she was his life.

The healer, a wise woman, did everything in her power to nurse Y/n back to health. Villagers prayed fervently for her recovery, knowing that her survival was essential not just for her loved ones but for the entire village. Y/n was a beacon of hope, a symbol of resilience in the face of adversity.

Especially for young Ram. They feared what would happen to him if Y/n were to ever die.

Weeks turned into months, and Y/n's condition remained critical. She lay in a state of unconsciousness, her memory locked away in the recesses of her injured mind. Her once vibrant smile had been replaced by the pallor of illness.

Ram visited her every day, his eyes filled with love and despair. He spoke to her, whispered words of encouragement, and told her stories of their adventures together. He shared his dreams with her, hoping that somewhere deep within her, she would hear him and return to him

.

One particularly gloomy evening, as the rain poured outside, Ram sat by Y/n's bedside, his voice trembling with emotion. "Y/n, do you remember the stars? Our star, the one we made our promise on?"

He reached for the necklace she had given him, the heart-shaped stone catching the dim light of the room. Tears welled up in his eyes as he held it close to his heart.

"Look, Y/n," he continued, his voice cracking, "I've kept our promise. I carry your heart with me, always. Please, wake up. I can't bear to be without you."

Outside the window, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. Ram saw it as a sign, a reminder of the storms they had weathered together and the strength of their love.

As the days turned into months, the village faced new challenges. The British presence loomed larger, and their demands on the villagers grew more oppressive. Ram, once a carefree young man, had become a symbol of resistance. He organized secret meetings, rallying the villagers to protect their way of life.

But with each passing day, his heart ached for Y/n. He couldn't be the hero he wanted to be if she was not by his side. The world outside their village had become a battleground, and he longed for the comfort and warmth of her presence.

Meanwhile, Y/n's fate had taken an unexpected turn. When the villagers had been forced to retreat, leaving her unconscious by the river one fateful day, she was discovered by a group of travelling Hindu priests who were passing through the area. They were on a pilgrimage, seeking spiritual enlightenment and performing sacred rituals.

Seeing Y/n alone and injured, they assumed she was an orphan, a lost soul in need of care. Without hesitation, they took her in, their hearts filled with compassion. She became a part of their travelling group, joining them on their pilgrimage across the land.

Unconscious and severely injured, Y/n remained in their care. The priests were skilled in the healing arts, and they did their best to tend to her injuries. Days turned into weeks, and gradually, her physical condition improved.

But when Y/n finally awoke, she was met with confusion and amnesia. She could not remember her name, her past, or the village she had come from. The priests, kind-hearted and caring, did their best to help her regain her memory, but all their efforts were in vain.

As the months passed, Y/n travelled with the priests, visiting temples, and participating in sacred rituals. She learned their ways, their customs, and their beliefs. The priests became her family, and she embraced the life of devotion and spirituality.

Yet, deep within her heart, there was a void, a sense of something missing. She couldn't explain it, but a part of her felt incomplete, as if a piece of her soul had been left behind somewhere.

While Y/n embarked on her new journey, Ram's life had taken a starkly different path. Fueled by his determination to find Y/n and the burning desire for revenge against the British who had torn them apart, he had become a relentless warrior in the making.

He trained rigorously, not just in the art of combat but also in strategy and leadership. His village looked up to him as a beacon of hope, a symbol of resistance against British oppression. He had become a key figure in the underground movement, organizing secret meetings and coordinating acts of defiance.

But amidst the turmoil and chaos, his heart was heavy with the burden of uncertainty. He clung to the necklace Y/n had given him, wearing it every day as a reminder of their love. He refused to believe that she was lost to him forever.

His hatred for the British grew with each passing day, fueled by the memory of that fateful moment by the river. He swore to himself that he would find Y/n, no matter the cost. She was the driving force behind his determination to free his village from the shackles of oppression.

Ram's quest for justice and love would lead him down a perilous path, one filled with danger, sacrifice, and unwavering devotion. He would stop at nothing to reunite with Y/n, the love of his life, and to fulfill the promise they had made beneath the starry sky.

In the heart of Vemulawada, the village of resistance, Ram's days were filled with a relentless pursuit of justice and freedom. He had become a symbol of hope, a beacon of resistance against the British occupation. The necklace Y/n had given him remained a constant reminder of their love and the promise they had made.

Each morning, before he embarked on his duties as a leader of the resistance, he would hold the necklace close to his heart and whisper, "I will find you, Y/n. I will bring you back to me."

The villagers had come to admire and respect Ram's unwavering determination. His leadership had united them in a common cause—to free their village from the shackles of oppression and to seek justice for the innocent lives lost.

But despite the strength of his resolve and the support of his fellow villagers, Ram could not escape the profound loneliness that had settled into his heart. He longed for Y/n's presence, her laughter, and the warmth of her love.

Meanwhile, Y/n's life had taken a vastly different course. Under the care of the travelling Hindu priests, she had embarked on a spiritual journey across the vast landscapes of India. The days were filled with rituals, prayers, and the study of ancient texts. Y/n embraced this new life, finding solace in the company of the priests and devotees.

She learned to chant sacred verses and perform intricate rituals, her devotion deepening with each passing day. The priests, who had initially taken her in as an injured and amnesiac orphan, had become her family. She respected and admired their wisdom, finding comfort in their guidance.

Yet, no matter how content she was with her new life, a sense of longing continued to tug at her heart. There was a void, an emptiness that she could not explain. It was as though a part of her soul remained lost, a part she could not remember.

One evening, as she sat with the priests by the sacred fire, the flickering flames casting a warm glow on her face, Y/n turned to the elder priest, Guru Devanand. "Guruvugaru, why do I feel like there's something missing in my life? It's as though there's a piece of me that I can't find."

Guru Devanand regarded her with compassion, his eyes filled with understanding.

"Bidda, sometimes the past remains hidden from us for a reason. Perhaps it is the will of the divine that has led you to us. Your journey is a sacred one, and you are destined for a greater purpose."

Y/n nodded, but her heart still ached with a sense of incompleteness. She longed for answers, for a glimpse into the life she could not remember. And deep within her, an unspoken longing for someone she could not name.

Back in their village, the resistance against the British continued to escalate. Ram had become a formidable leader, and the villagers admired his unwavering dedication to their cause. He trained tirelessly, his body honed into a weapon of defiance. His resolve was unyielding, driven by the belief that Y/n was still alive and waiting for him.

One evening, as he addressed a gathering of villagers in a secret meeting, he spoke with conviction. "We will not rest until we have driven the British oppressors out of our land. Our fight is not just for our freedom but for the future we dreamt of—the future we promised each other."

The villagers cheered, their spirits lifted by Ram's words. They believed in him, and they believed in the love that had sustained him through the darkest of times. The necklace he wore, with its heart-shaped stone, was a symbol of that love, and it inspired hope in their hearts.

As the resistance grew stronger, Ram's thoughts often turned to the day he had last seen Y/n. He remembered the chaos, the horses trampling through the village, and the adults forcibly pulling him away from her lifeless form.

All because of the cowards who had left her at the river, fearing their own safety when a fresh wave of British warriors attacked. He had refused to believe that she was gone, that the necklace she had given him was all that remained.

The memories of their childhood, their innocent love, and the dreams they had shared haunted him. He longed to hold Y/n in his arms once more, to tell her that he had never given up on her, and to fulfil the promise they had made to each other beneath the starry sky.

Unknown to him, deep within Y/n's heart, a flicker of recognition had begun to emerge. It was as though the past, which had been shrouded in darkness for so long, was beginning to stir. She couldn't explain it, but there were moments when fragments of memories danced at the edge of her consciousness.

One night, as she lay in meditation, her mind adrift in the realm of the divine, a vision appeared before her. It was a fleeting glimpse of a village, of a familiar face with eyes that held a depth of love she couldn't comprehend.

She woke with a start, her heart pounding, the vision still vivid in her mind. It was the first hint of a past that had long been hidden from her. A pair of eyes saw through her, a pair of beautiful eyes that stirred her soul. She only saw the eyes, but she had no idea that they were the ones of her beloved Ram from before the accident.

The days turned into weeks, and Y/n continued to meditate and pray, seeking answers in the depths of her own consciousness. Each time she closed her eyes, she hoped to uncover more fragments of her forgotten life.

One evening, while meditating by a tranquil river, Y/n felt a gentle breeze caress her face. It carried with it the scent of wildflowers and the distant murmur of the flowing water. As she delved deeper into her meditation, the vision returned.

This time, it was not just the eyes that appeared before her. It was a face—a face that she had longed to see but could not fully grasp. The features were familiar yet shrouded in mystery, like a puzzle waiting to be solved.

With a sense of determination, Y/n continued to meditate, diving deeper into the vision. She saw glimpses of laughter, of shared secrets, and of a love that transcended time and space. The images were like fragments of a dream, beautiful.

The bustling market of Dehli came alive with the cacophony of merchants hawking their wares and the chatter of shoppers seeking the best deals. It was a world of vibrant colors, exotic spices, and the rich tapestry of life in the city.

Amidst the throngs of people, Ram moved with purpose, his eyes scanning the crowd in search of something he had yearned for over the years—a glimpse of Y/n, the girl he had loved since childhood, the girl he had lost but never forgotten.

Little did he know that fate was about to bring them together in an unexpected and thrilling encounter. As he wandered through the market, he saw a figure in the distance, a figure that sent his heart racing with disbelief and joy.

It was Y/n.

His heart stuttered as he blinked, convinced that his eyes were playing tricks on him. Could it truly be her? For a moment, doubt gnawed at him, and he wondered if it was merely someone who resembled the love he had searched for so desperately.

But as he drew closer, his heart leapt in his chest. There was no mistaking it—those graceful movements, the way her hair danced in the wind, and the familiar rhythm of her steps. It was Y/n, the one he had loved with all his heart, the one he had believed to be lost forever.

As the truth washed over him, Ram's steps quickened, and he couldn't contain the excitement that surged within him. He was like a man possessed, driven by an overwhelming desire to bridge the gap that had separated them for so long.

Without hesitation, Ram began to follow her, weaving through the bustling crowd with a determination fueled by years of longing. He couldn't lose sight of her, not this time. He couldn't let her slip through his fingers again.

Every emotion he had ever felt for Y/n came rushing back like a tidal wave. The anger and frustration at having lost her in the first place battled with the elation of finally finding her. His heart raced in his chest, and his breath came in short, exhilarated gasps.

He couldn't help but marvel at the twists of fate that had brought them together in this moment. The city of Delhi, with its labyrinthine streets and bustling market, had become the backdrop for their unexpected reunion.

But to Y/n, the man who had begun to follow her was a stranger. Her heart raced, and a sense of unease settled in as she quickened her pace through the labyrinthine streets of the market. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being pursued, that danger lurked behind her.

Fear gripped her, and she decided to lose him in the maze of narrow alleys and crowded stalls. Her feet moved with agility born from desperation as she darted around corners and through tight spaces, all the while unaware of the persistence of her pursuer.

Ram, determined not to let her escape, followed closely behind. The chase through the streets of Delhi turned into a thrilling game of cat and mouse. Y/n's heart pounded, her breath quickened, and the cityscape became a blur as she evaded her pursuer with a dancer's grace.

The sun beat down upon them, casting long shadows on the cobblestone streets. Y/n's thoughts raced as she continued to evade her pursuer, the fear in her heart mingling with confusion. Who was this man, and why was he so relentless in his pursuit?

As she darted into another narrow alleyway, her breath hitched, and she pressed herself against a wall, hoping to blend into the shadows. Her chest heaved with every gasp for air, and she dared to steal a glance around the corner.

Ram, now desperate to catch up to her, rounded the corner, his eyes scanning for any sign of Y/n. He could hear the rapid rhythm of her footsteps, the tantalizing sound of his heart's desire just out of reach.

For a moment, their eyes locked. Y/n's wide, fearful gaze met Ram's intense and determined stare. It was a fleeting connection, a silent plea that spoke volumes—a plea for understanding, for safety, and for answers.

In that charged moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Ram saw not just Y/n but the entire universe in her eyes—a universe of memories, of love, and of the promise they had made as children beneath the starry sky.

But in that moment, Y/n couldn't find the words to ask. She could only see a stranger in his eyes, a stranger who had pursued her relentlessly through the maze of the market.

With a final surge of energy, Y/n managed to slip away once more, her agile form disappearing into the labyrinthine streets. Ram, left breathless and disheartened, watched as she vanished, a whisper of a dream he had nearly caught.

As Y/n found a hidden nook in the market to catch her breath, her heart raced, and her thoughts swirled with confusion. Who was that man, and why had he been following her? The encounter left her bewildered and shaken.

Meanwhile, Ram leaned against a wall, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his composure. He couldn't believe that he had almost caught up to Y/n, the love he had searched for so desperately. His emotions were a chaotic whirlwind of joy, frustration, and a profound sense of disbelief.

The elation of seeing her, of knowing that she was alive, was tempered by the bitter taste of having lost her once more. He couldn't help but replay the chase in his mind, every twist and turn, every fleeting glimpse of her, and the tantalizing nearness of her presence.

His heart ached with longing, and his mind raced with questions. Who was she now? What had become of her since that fateful day when they had been torn apart? And most importantly, how could he make her remember the love they had shared as children?

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the market began to wind down for the day, Ram made a silent promise to himself. He would find Y/n, and he would make her remember everything, even if it meant facing the unknown challenges that lay ahead.

The first encounter in the market had left its mark on both of them, setting the stage for a series of events that would change their lives forever.

Days had passed since Ram had first glimpsed Y/n in the bustling market, and in that time, he had enlisted the help of his most trusted officers to scour the city in search of her. The necklace she had given him all those years ago had served as a beacon of hope, driving him forward in his quest to reunite with her.

The market was once again alive with activity, with vendors peddling their wares, and shoppers weaving through the narrow streets. But amidst the chaos, Ram's eyes remained fixed on one person—the woman he had longed to find.

Y/n moved through the market, her steps hurried and her senses on high alert. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, the eerie sensation that someone was tracking her every move. It had sent shivers down her spine, and she clutched her cloth-wrapped purchases tightly.

As she moved through the crowd, she couldn't help but glance over her shoulder, her eyes scanning the faces in the crowd. That's when she saw him—the same man who had been chasing her days earlier. He stood with several officers, all of them focused on her.

Panic surged within her, and she knew she needed to escape. Without thinking, she brought her cloth up to cover her face, hoping to obscure her features and make herself less conspicuous. But it was too late; Rama had already spotted her.

He pointed directly at her, and Y/n's heart raced. Without hesitation, she turned and bolted, weaving through the labyrinthine streets of the market in a desperate attempt to outrun her pursuer.

Rama was prepared, though. He had anticipated her every move, and he chased after her, his determination unyielding. The chase led them through a maze of alleyways and crowded thoroughfares, the gap between them narrowing with every passing moment.

Y/n's breath came in ragged gasps, and her heart pounded in her chest as she pushed herself to her limits. She couldn't allow herself to be caught by this stranger who seemed relentless in his pursuit.

Rama, on the other hand, was driven by a potent mixture of emotions. He was overjoyed that he had finally located Y/n, that all his years of searching had not been in vain. Yet, he couldn't fathom why she was running from him, why she appeared to be so terrified.

The chase continued, with Y/n narrowly evading Rama's grasp several times. She darted through tight spaces, her instincts guiding her through the labyrinth of the market. But Rama was relentless, his determination unwavering.

Finally, at the end of a narrow alley, Rama managed to close the distance between them. He cornered Y/n, his hands pressing against the walls on either side of her, effectively blocking her path. Their eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Y/n, her chest heaving from exertion, felt a sense of vulnerability wash over her. She was trapped, cornered by a stranger who had pursued her with unwavering determination. Her initial fear had given way to confusion, and she held her arm up, ready to defend herself if needed.

Rama gazed at her, his dark eyes locking onto hers. In that moment, he saw not a stranger but the woman he had loved since childhood, the woman whose memory he had cherished through the years of separation.

A rush of emotions surged through him—relief, joy, and a profound sense of longing. He couldn't contain himself any longer. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into an embrace that was filled with a love that transcended time and memory.

Y/n, her initial shock giving way to astonishment, was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected embrace. Her instincts told her to push him away, to defend herself, but there was something about the intensity in his gaze, the warmth of his embrace, that left her entranced.

And then, in that alleyway amidst the bustling market, something extraordinary happened—a flicker of recognition danced in Y/n's eyes. It was a tiny spark, a fragment of a memory that had long been buried, but it was enough to stir her soul.

She only saw the eyes, but it was a start, a glimmer of hope in the midst of confusion. Yet, before the moment could fully crystallize, Y/n, still unable to comprehend the situation, pushed him away roughly, breaking the embrace.

Rama, bewildered and breathless, looked at her, his heart torn between euphoria and despair. He couldn't understand why she had pushed him away, why she seemed so distant. But he was determined to find out, to unravel the mystery that had separated them for so long.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern and a hint of confusion.

Ram stood there, his breaths ragged, and his heart pounding. He had found her, Y/n, after years of relentless searching. Yet, her reaction was far from what he had expected.

Y/n, her eyes wide with fear and confusion, had been running from him in the bustling market. In his eagerness, he had grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a hidden corner of the alley to shield her from the British officers he had stationed.

She was panting, her chest heaving with exertion from their chase. Her eyes darted around the dimly lit alley, searching for an escape route, her fear unmistakable.

Ram knew he needed to calm her, to make her recognize him. His voice, although gentle, held an urgency as he spoke, "Y/n, it's me, Ram. Don't you recognize me?"

Y/n's brows furrowed as she looked at him, her gaze searching his face. "Ram? I... I'm not sure. You seem familiar, but I... I don't remember."

His heart sank at her words, a crushing weight settling in his chest. How could she not remember him, their childhood, their love? Ram had believed that finding her would be the end of his long and arduous journey, but now he realized that the real battle lay ahead—making her remember.

Desperation welled up within him as he reached out to touch her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "Y/n, we were childhood sweethearts. We grew up together. You gave me this necklace, don't you remember?"

He unclasped the necklace with the heart-shaped stone from around his neck and held it out to her. Y/n's eyes flickered to the necklace, and she took a hesitant step back, her hand covering her mouth as if to shield herself from the memories that threatened to surface.

"I... I don't know," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I don't remember anything before... before waking up with the priests."

Ram's heart ached at her words. He had hoped that the sight of the necklace would trigger a flood of memories, but it seemed that Y/n's amnesia was far more profound than he had anticipated. He couldn't blame her; it had been years since they had last seen each other.

As he stood there, grappling with the reality that Y/n did not remember him, disaster struck. The noise of approaching footsteps echoed in the alley, and a group of British officers appeared at the entrance. They had been alerted to the commotion, and their stern faces bore witness to the tense atmosphere.

Ram's heart raced, and panic surged through him. He couldn't let the British officers capture Y/n or separate them again. He had to protect her, even if she didn't remember him.

Without thinking, Ram grabbed Y/n's hand and pulled her behind a stack of crates, shielding her from the officers' view. He pressed a finger to his lips, urging her to stay quiet. Her wide eyes locked onto his, a mixture of fear and confusion in her gaze.

The British officers entered the alley, their torchlight casting eerie shadows on the walls. They scanned the area, their eyes narrowing as they sensed that something was amiss. Ram's grip on Y/n's hand tightened, and he held his breath, willing the officer to move on.

Seconds felt like hours as the officer examined the crates, shining his torchlight in their direction. Beads of sweat formed on Ram's forehead as he mentally begged for Y/n to remain still and silent.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the officer moved away, apparently satisfied that there was nothing unusual in the alley. The group of officers continued down the narrow path, their footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

Ram released the breath he had been holding and turned to Y/n, his eyes filled with relief. She was safe, for now. But the knowledge that she didn't remember him gnawed at him like a relentless storm.

Y/n, still trembling, looked up at him with a mixture of gratitude and confusion. "Thank you... for helping me," she whispered.

Ram nodded, his heart heavy with the weight of his unspoken emotions. Ram stood there, his heart heavy, as Y/n whispered her gratitude for his help. Her eyes held a fragile glimmer of trust, but the confusion within them was unmistakable.

"Thank you for helping me," Y/n repeated, her voice barely audible.

Ram couldn't help himself. He had to know, had to confront the devastating truth that was unravelling before him. His voice trembled as he asked, "Y/n, do you truly remember nothing? Nothing at all?"

Y/n's brows furrowed, and she shook her head, her expression one of genuine confusion. "I... I don't remember anything before waking up with the priests. It's all a blur, a distant haze that I can't seem to grasp."

It was as if his heart had been crushed under the weight of an insurmountable despair. The woman he had longed to find, the love they had shared, the memories they had created—it was all shrouded in a thick fog that refused to dissipate.

Ram's breaths grew ragged, and he staggered back, his mind unable to comprehend the magnitude of his loss. Y/n's face blurred before his eyes as he struggled to maintain his composure. He felt as though he were drowning in an ocean of despair, his heartache overwhelming him.

In that vulnerable moment, Y/n seized the opportunity to slip out of his grasp. Her fingers slipped from his as she stepped back, her eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and sorrow. She didn't understand the depth of his pain, but she sensed that she had brought him to the brink of despair.

Ram, desperate to keep her from disappearing once more, reached out to grasp her wrist. His fingers brushed against her skin, but she slipped away like a wisp of smoke, her movements quick and graceful.

He watched, helpless and heartbroken, as Y/n melted into the crowd, her figure growing smaller and more distant with each passing second. She glanced back at him, her eyes meeting his one last time before she vanished into the sea of faces.

Tears welled up in Ram's eyes, and he felt a crushing sense of failure. He had failed to protect her, to make her remember him, to keep her from slipping away again. His chest tightened with anguish as he realized the enormity of the challenge that lay ahead.

That night, Ram sat alone in a dimly lit room, surrounded by empty bottles of alcohol. He drank to numb the pain, to escape the harsh reality that Y/n, the woman he had devoted all these years of his life to finding, no longer remembered him or the memories they had shared as children.

He stared at the necklace with the heart-shaped stone, clutched tightly in his trembling hand. It was a symbol of their love, of the promise they had made to each other beneath the starry sky. But now, it felt like a cruel reminder of what he had lost.

Tears streamed down his face as he looked at the necklace, his vision blurred by the haze of alcohol. But in that moment of vulnerability, something inside him shifted. A wave of determination washed over him, and he vowed to himself that he would make Y/n remember everything, even if it meant facing the unknown challenges that lay ahead.

With renewed resolve, he wiped away his tears and clutched the necklace to his chest. "Y/n," he whispered, his voice filled with unwavering determination, "I will find a way to make you fall in love with me again, to make you remember everything, even if you never know the lengths I'll go to for you."

Meanwhile, at the temple where she lived, Y/n lay on her simple cot, staring up at the thatched roof above. Her heart was heavy with unanswered questions, and her mind was haunted by the fleeting familiarity of the stranger in the market.

She had tried to dismiss it as mere coincidence, the ramblings of a man who might be mentally unstable. Yet, the memory of his eyes, the depth of emotion in his gaze, lingered in her thoughts.

As Y/n closed her eyes, she couldn't help but wonder about the man who had chased her, the man who had saved her, and the man who seemed to bear the weight of a painful secret. Little did she know that their destinies were inexorably intertwined, and the journey to unlock the fractured memories of their shared past had only just begun.

The sun bathed the bustling market square in golden warmth as a new day dawned. Ram, with a fresh sense of determination, had returned to the very place where he had last seen Y/n vanish into the crowd. His heart still ached from their encounter, but he refused to give in to despair.

With each step, he scanned the familiar faces of the market vendors and shoppers, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. He knew he had to tread carefully, to approach her with a charm that would ignite the embers of her forgotten memories.

There she was, standing before a vendor's stall, her attention focused on a display of vibrant fabrics. Her face, bathed in the soft light of the morning sun, seemed even more radiant than he remembered. Ram took a deep breath, steeling himself for the task ahead.

He approached her with measured confidence, slipping silently through the crowd until he stood beside her. "Good morning," he said, his voice carrying a gentle warmth.

Y/n turned to face the stranger who had spoken to her, her eyes meeting Ram's. Her gaze held a mixture of surprise and curiosity, her memory still clouded by uncertainty.

"Good morning," she replied cautiously, her fingers idly tracing the colourful fabrics. "Can I help you with something?"

Ram smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "I couldn't help but notice your exquisite taste in fabrics. You have a discerning eye."

Y/n chuckled softly, the corners of her lips lifting in a hesitant smile. "Thank you. I've always been drawn to vibrant colours."

He nodded in agreement. "Colors have a way of bringing life to the world, much like a smile." Ram's words were laced with a subtle charm, and he continued, "May I know your name, beautiful lady?"

Y/n's cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment. "I'm Y/n," she replied, introducing herself with a polite nod.

"Y/n," he repeated, his voice tender as he savored the sound of her name. "A name as lovely as its bearer. I'm Ram."

Their eyes locked, and for a fleeting moment, it felt as though time had stood still. Ram's heart ached with the weight of unspoken memories, but he refused to let despair consume him.

Y/n's gaze held a spark of recognition, a glimmer of familiarity that danced at the edge of her consciousness. She couldn't explain it, but there was something about this stranger that resonated with her on a deeper level.

"Ram," she said softly, testing the name on her lips. "It sounds... familiar."

He nodded, his eyes filled with hope. "Perhaps our paths have crossed before, Y/n. Fate has a way of bringing people together."

As they strolled through the market, Ram engaged her in conversation, sharing stories and laughter. He regaled her with tales of their shared experiences in the city, carefully crafting a narrative that would ignite the embers of her forgotten memories.

They stopped by a vendor selling intricate jewellery, and Ram picked up a delicate necklace with a heart-shaped pendant, similar to the one he wore. "This," he said, holding it up to the sunlight, "reminds me of the beauty of the world we live in."

Y/n's eyes fixed on the necklace, and a distant glimmer of recognition flickered within them. She reached out to touch the pendant, her fingers tracing its contours. "A reminder," she murmured.

Ram seized the opportunity, his voice earnest. "Indeed, a reminder of the precious moments we create in our journey."

Y/n's gaze remained fixed on the necklace, her thoughts lost in a sea of memories that lay just beyond her reach. She could almost feel the weight of a forgotten promise, a love that transcended time.

The morning unfolded with a serenade of words and laughter, and Ram continued his gentle courtship, hoping that each moment would bring her closer to remembering their shared experiences.

Days turned into weeks, and as the sunlit market became a familiar backdrop to their encounters, Ram and Y/n's connection deepened. Each day, they explored different stalls together, sharing stories and laughter as they discovered the hidden gems of the market.

Ram remained cautious, never mentioning their past, as he continued to court Y/n with a sincerity that touched her heart. His charm, wrapped in an air of mystery, began to work its magic on her.

Y/n found herself eagerly anticipating their meetings, her heart dancing to the rhythm of his words and laughter. Ram had a way of making the mundane seem extraordinary, and the world around them came alive with every shared moment.

One day, as they stood before a vendor selling fragrant flowers, Ram picked a single crimson rose and extended it towards Y/n. "A token of appreciation for the joy you've brought into my life," he said, his eyes holding a gentle sincerity.

Y/n accepted the rose with a soft smile, its velvety petals brushing against her fingers. "Thank you, Ram. You've brought a touch of magic to my days."

Ram's heart swelled with warmth as he watched her cradle the rose delicately. "The real magic," he whispered, "is in the moments we create together."

As the weeks passed, their encounters turned into shared lunches beneath the shade of ancient trees, stolen glances that lingered a moment too long, and the hesitant brush of fingertips. Y/n's heart began to beat in harmony with Ram's, and she couldn't deny the growing affection she felt for the charming stranger.

Their connection deepened, and Y/n's curiosity about the man who had entered her life like a whisper of fate only intensified. She found herself wondering about his past, about the mysteries he carried with him. And with every shared story, she longed to know him more.

One evening, as the golden hues of the setting sun painted the market in a warm embrace, Ram turned to Y/n. "There's something I'd like to share with you," he began, his voice soft and earnest. "It's a place that holds special meaning to me."

Intrigued, Y/n nodded, her eyes fixed on his. "I'd love to see it."

Ram smiled, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Tomorrow, at dawn, I'll take you there. It's a place where memories are born."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the market square, Ram and Y/n's hands brushed against each other—a silent promise of the adventures and emotions yet to come. The blossoming connection between them held the promise of something beautiful, something that had been lost in time but was now slowly finding its way back into their hearts.

The dawn of the following day brought with it an air of anticipation as Ram and Y/n embarked on a journey to the place he held dear. The sun's first rays painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, casting a magical glow upon the world around them.

Ram led Y/n through winding paths, lined with vibrant blossoms and ancient trees, their leaves whispering secrets of the past. The silence between them was comfortable, as if words were unnecessary in the presence of such serene beauty.

Eventually, they arrived at a secluded clearing nestled deep within the heart of the forest. Here, a pristine lake glistened like a sapphire jewel, reflecting the azure sky above. Surrounding the lake were blooming wildflowers in every shade imaginable, creating a breathtaking tapestry of colours.

Y/n gasped in awe at the sight, her eyes shining with wonder. "It's... it's incredible," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion.

Ram watched her with a tender smile, his heart swelling with happiness at her reaction. "This place has always held a special place in my heart. It's where I come to find solace and reconnect with the beauty of the world."

As they sat by the edge of the lake, their feet dangling in the crystal-clear water, Ram shared stories of his childhood. He spoke of days spent exploring the forest with friends, of laughter that echoed through the trees, and of promises made beneath the endless sky.

Y/n listened intently, her heart stirred by the nostalgia in his voice. While she couldn't remember her own past, she found solace in the memories he shared. It was as though she had glimpsed a world she had once known, a world where laughter and friendship were cherished above all else.

Hours passed like fleeting moments, and as the sun climbed higher in the sky, Ram and Y/n decided to take a stroll along the lake's shore. They walked hand in hand, their fingers entwined like two souls rediscovering a connection that had long been buried.

"Ram," Y/n began, her voice soft, "there's something about all of this that feels so... familiar. It's as though I should remember, but I can't."

Ram's heart skipped a beat. He had expected this moment to come, the moment when Y/n's curiosity would lead her to question the unspoken past between them. With a gentle smile, he replied, "Sometimes, Y/n, the heart remembers what the mind has forgotten. Our journey together is about rediscovering those memories, one moment at a time."

They continued their walk, their steps guided by an unspoken connection that transcended time and memory. Ram couldn't deny the growing affection he felt for Y/n, and he knew that their journey of rediscovery was far from over.

As the day drew to a close, they returned to the bustling market, their hearts lighter and their bond stronger than ever. Ram had planted the seeds of remembrance, and he was determined to help Y/n unlock the secrets of her past.

Their love story, once forgotten, was now being rewritten in the pages of destiny, and neither of them could predict the adventures and challenges that lay ahead. But they faced the future with hope, knowing that their connection was a force that could overcome any obstacle.

And so, under the same golden sun that had witnessed their childhood promises, Ram and Y/n walked hand in hand, ready to embrace the unknown journey that awaited them—the journey of rediscovery, love, and a shared destiny.

As the days turned into weeks, their bond continued to deepen. Ram was a master of subtlety, never pushing Y/n too hard to remember but creating moments of connection that seemed almost like fate. He introduced her to the flavours of their land, sharing meals under the open sky and teaching her the art of cooking traditional dishes.

Y/n, in turn, found herself drawn to Ram in ways she couldn't explain. His smile warmed her heart, and his laughter was a melody that echoed in her dreams. She marvelled at his kindness, his unwavering support, and the way he made her feel cherished.

Ram stood in the midst of his fellow resistance members, their faces marked with determination and resolve. The British occupation had grown even more oppressive, and their village needed to band together to protect their way of life. As he listened to their strategies and plans for the days ahead, his mind wandered to thoughts of a different kind.

One of his comrades, a friend he had known for years, approached him during a brief lull in the discussion. "Ram," the man said, "have you heard about the Western Ball?"

Ram furrowed his brow, genuinely perplexed. "The Western Ball? What is that?"

His friend chuckled. "It's an event, Rama, a gathering where people dance to Western music. They say it's a lot of fun. It's happening in a nearby town soon."

Ram's curiosity was piqued. He had never heard of such an event before, but the idea of dancing and having fun was enticing. "Tell me more," he urged.

His friend explained, "It's a partner dance, Rama. You're supposed to bring a partner with you. The dances are quite lively and energetic. I thought you might be interested."

Ram's thoughts immediately turned to Y/n. The idea of taking her to a Western Ball filled him with excitement. It was a chance for them to create new memories and perhaps rekindle old ones.

That night, as he lay in his modest room, he couldn't help but dream about the possibility of inviting Y/n to the Western Ball. He imagined them dancing together under the stars, their laughter ringing out like music. The thought brought a smile to his face, and he knew he had to muster the courage to ask her.

But he also knew that Y/n's memory was a delicate subject, and he didn't want to rush or pressure her in any way. The journey of rediscovery they were on was a gradual one, and he was willing to be patient.

As he drifted off to sleep, he made a silent promise to himself. He would find the perfect moment to ask Y/n to be his partner at the Western Ball, and in doing so, he hoped to create a new chapter in their unfolding love story.

The day of the Western Ball had finally arrived, and Ram stood at the grand steps leading to the ballroom, adorned in a finely tailored suit that accentuated his strong, confident presence. His heart raced with anticipation as he waited for Y/n, his thoughts filled with the image of the woman who had become the center of his world.

As the ball's attendees glided past him, their elegant attire and radiant smiles creating an air of enchantment, Ram's eyes remained fixed on the entrance. He knew that tonight would be a turning point in their journey, a moment that held the promise of rediscovered love.

The grand ballroom lay ahead, its opulent decor bathed in a soft, golden glow from the crystal chandeliers above. Couples twirled gracefully across the polished dance floor, the music a symphony of joy and longing. The atmosphere was alive with the lilting strains of a waltz, a dance that had transcended generations.

And then, as if the universe had heard his silent plea, there she was. Y/n descended the staircase, her every movement a graceful symphony. She was a vision of elegance, draped in a luxurious sari that shimmered like moonlight on water. The fabric clung to her figure, accentuating her beauty and leaving him breathless.

Ram felt as though his heart had skipped a beat as he beheld her. He was instantly head over heels, his gaze capturing the radiance that seemed to emanate from her. Her eyes, like two pools of deep emotion, met his, and for a moment, the world around them faded into insignificance.

Taking a step forward, he extended his hand, his voice gentle yet filled with admiration. "Y/n, you look absolutely stunning."

Y/n's cheeks flushed with a delicate shade of pink as she placed her hand in his. Her nervousness was evident, but there was also a flicker of excitement in her eyes. "Thank you, Ram. You look quite dashing yourself."

Their fingers entwined, and Ram led her into the grand ballroom. The atmosphere was alive with the lilting strains of music, and couples swayed gracefully to the rhythm of the waltz. Ram guided Y/n onto the dance floor, and they joined the swirling dance, their movements synchronized in a beautiful duet.

The waltz was a dance of elegance and intimacy, its steps requiring trust and synchronicity between partners. As they glided across the floor, Y/n felt a connection growing between them. Her apprehension began to melt away, replaced by a sense of belonging she couldn't quite explain.

The notes of the waltz enveloped them, and Ram's eyes never left hers. He led her with grace and tenderness, his movements exuding a quiet confidence. Y/n followed his lead, her heart beating in time with the music, a rhythm that mirrored the awakening emotions within her.

However, in the midst of their dance, Y/n overheard a conversation from a nearby group of attendees. They spoke in hushed tones, their eyes focused on her sari. One of them mentioned that her outfit seemed out of place at such an event, causing her to feel self-conscious.

The insecurity that had haunted her since her memory loss surged forward, threatening to engulf her. Without a word, Y/n abruptly broke away from the dance and rushed out of the ballroom, leaving a bewildered Ram behind.

He watched her disappear into the night, panic coursing through his veins. Without a second thought, he followed, driven by the need to find her and reassure her.

Outside the grand ballroom, under the open night sky, Y/n stood alone. Her heart was heavy with a mix of emotions—excitement, insecurity, and a longing for the memories she had lost. She stared up at the stars, their shimmering brilliance reflecting the uncharted depths of her mind.

Amid the twinkling constellations, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to calm her racing thoughts. Ram had brought her to this magical night, filling her life with kindness and laughter, and she couldn't help but feel an inexplicable connection to him.

As she contemplated the enigmatic stranger who had walked into her life, slowly, like a dream returning from the depths of slumber, fragments of memories began to resurface. They were mere whispers at first, faint echoes of a past she had nearly forgotten.

She remembered a pair of warm, compassionate eyes that had gazed at her with unwavering devotion. She remembered laughter, shared secrets, and a promise made beneath a starry sky. She remembered love—pure and innocent, like the memories of childhood.

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as fragments of their shared history began to coalesce, forming a vivid tapestry of moments spent with Ram. The uncertainty that had plagued her seemed to crumble away, replaced by a sense of clarity and purpose.

Unbeknownst to her, Ram had followed her out of the ballroom, his heart aching with worry. He spotted Y/n standing alone, her eyes fixed on the heavens, and he approached her with cautious steps.

As he drew near, Y/n turned to face him, her eyes glistening with tears. The moment their gazes met, it was as though the entire universe had aligned. For a long, breathless moment, they simply stared at each other, the weight of their unspoken emotions hanging in the air. Recognition, love, and longing collided in their eyes, creating a bond that transcended the boundaries of time.

Without a word, Y/n leapt into Ram's arms, her heart overflowing with the overwhelming rush of memories that had returned. Her tears flowed freely as she clung to him, her voice trembling with emotion. "Ram, I remember. I remember everything."

Ram held her tightly, his own eyes moist with tears of joy. He gently wiped away her tears, his voice filled with tenderness and relief. "Y/n, my love, my heart has ached for you all these years. I've missed you so much."

Y/n poured her feelings out, her words a torrent of love and longing. "I love you, Ram. I love you more than words can express. And I missed you too, with every beat of my heart." Y/n buried her face in his chest, her body trembling with emotion. For a moment, they remained locked in a tight embrace, the world fading away as they clung to each other.

In the embrace of the night, under the watchful gaze of the stars, Y/n and Ram shared a kiss that sealed their destiny. It was a kiss filled with the promise of a love rekindled, of memories cherished, and of a future bathed in the light of their enduring bond.

Their love story, which had spanned the years and endured the trials of fate, had come full circle. The stars above them bore witness to the magic of their reunion, a testament to the power of love's enduring flame.

Finally, as the tears subsided and their hearts beat in unison, Y/n pulled away just enough to look into Ram's eyes. Her voice was a soft, trembling whisper. "Ram..."

He held her gaze, his own eyes moist with tears of joy and relief. "Y/n," he replied, his voice filled with tenderness and love.

And in that moment, words were no longer necessary. Y/n's heart was overflowing with love and memories, and she knew that she was where she belonged, in the arms of the man she had never truly forgotten.

Together, under the endless canopy of stars, they found their way back to each other, and in that reunion, they discovered a love that was as enduring as time itself.

And as the Western Ball continued behind them, Y/n and Ram danced under the moonlight, their hearts intertwined, and their souls forever united.

Hope you enjoyed it! :)

[mesimpleone]

Offscreen Ram🔥🫂

[mish-ka]

Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh

Chapter 1 | Next

I hope you guys like this new series. A little cheesy but we love cheese.

This is not how Ram had planned his day to go. Not at all. When he had left the rented house this morning, he had wanted to get his work done and return to Delhi to continue his mission.

Ram initially had no desire to travel from Delhi to Vrindavan, but he was pressured to do so by his superiors.

Apparently Scott had received news about some tampering with the funds in Vrindavan and they had picked Ram to make sure everything was under control.

Akhtar didn’t know why Ram was leaving for Vrindavan, but he kept on repeating that he had a good feeling about Ram leaving for the holy city.

So Ram honestly has no idea of how he ended in this situation with people chasing him, and never in his life had Ram thought he would do such a thing.

Eloping with a bride from her mandap was something Ram never saw in his future, and yet here he is. Running away with someone else’s dulhan.

Shree Mohan. The daughter of most influential man of Hindustan. A girl he met just 30 minutes ago, married her, and then escaped from the mandap.

It all started from yesterday, when Ram had met with Shree’s father, Kishore Mohan, and the man had invited Ram to his youngest daughter’s wedding.

Ram didn’t want to betray the trust of the man who had invited him into his house, but after finding out that the groom had already been married and Kishore knew about it, Ram couldn’t sit still.

Ram remembers sneaking into the bride’s room, who he hadn’t met, to tell her the truth about the groom;

Closing the door behind him, Ram sighs in relief as he has finally made it into the bride’s room after trying several times.

Tracing his eyes around the room, Ram takes in the room in order to locate the bride.

His eyes find her seated in the middle of the bed, a veil over her face. Her knees pulled to her chest, and her head resting on her knees.

Through the veil, Ram can make out the forlorn expression that is present in her form. So lost in her sadness that she doesn’t even notice another presence in the room.

“Shree?” Ram softly calls out her name, taking a step forward towards her.

Ram watches as the bride slowly lifts her veiled head towards him. Gathering his courage, Ram takes a seat on the edge of the bed, in front of her.

Ram knows its not his right, but he cannot help himself when he notices the tear droplet on her hands. His hands clutch the seams of her veil and pull it over her face.

Ram feels the breath being knocked out of him, when his eyes collide with her bewitching face. Even with tears streaming down her eyes, she still manages to be the most alluring woman in Ram’s eyes.

She lives up to her name; Shree. Gorgeous, elegant, and majestic similar to Maa Lakshmi, who has charmed the world charmer.

Shree is a beauty, so ethereal and heavenly in appearance as if an upsara was reincarnated on earth. The red lehenga, and jewelry is like an accessory to her beauty.

Her eyes. What can Ram say about them? They are the most beautiful and divine pair of lotus on the universe, as well as the most pure eyes on the planet. Chocolate brown eyes, the hue of life like the Earth, mystical and as divine and vivid as the lotus.

Her feet and petitie hands are crimson from being dipped in alta, looking like the auspicious hands and feet of Maa Lakshmi. Waiting to bring good fortunate to where they step.

A face as gorgeous as the moon, with a radiance that rivals the sun. An aura of innocence and purity exudes from her features that Ram feels his sins wash away.

The woman in front of him is so mesmerizing and celestial that it seems that she has been the favourite of God to make.

Ram is brought back from admiring her when she slightly shakes the man in front of her. Shaking his head to push those thoughts away, Ram diverts his attention to her.

“Tum yeh shaadi nahi karni chahiye.” Ram’s statement echoes throughout the room due to the silence. [You shouldn’t go ahead with this marriage.]

Shree wipes the tears from her face, looking at Ram confused, “Per kyu?” She questions. [But why?]

Taking a deep breath, Ram looks into her lotus eyes and answers, “Yeh dulha pehle se hi shaadishuda hai.” [The groom is already married.]

Now Ram was expecting many things. Many different ways that Shree would react to this news. He thought she would breakdown, she would scream, she would cry, she would get angry.

But what he wasn’t ready for was her to just pass his a sorrowful smile and downcast her eyes to her hands.

“Humhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai. Sabko pata hai.” She answers in most heartbreaking tone, playing with the jewellery on her hands. [I know that the groom is married. Everyone knows.]

Ram feels a wave of disbelief course through his body at her words. He lifts the two of them off the bed, standing in the middle of the room, grasping her shoulders in a tight grip, demanding an answer.

“Agar tumhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai toh fir tumne shaadi keliye haan kyu ki?” [If you know that groom is married then why did you agree to this marriage?]

A bitter laugh escapes Shree’s lips, her eyes finding a home in Ram’s eyes. “Apko lagta hai ki mujhse poocha gaya tha? Baba ne 10 din pehle humse kaha ki meri shaadi hai. Humhe toh yeh bhi pata ki dulha hai kyon. Bas itna pata hai ki uski patni bhi iss shaadi mein hogi.” [Do you think I was asked about this? 10 days ago, Baba just said that I am getting married. I don’t even know who the groom is. All I know is that his wife will attend the wedding as well.]

Without a warning, Shree takes Ram’s hands into hers, “Humhe yeh shaadi nahi karni. Humhe padna hai. Apni padai poori karni hai. Humhe kisi shaadishuda insaan se shadi ni karni hai.” [I don’t want to get married. I want to study. Complete my education. I don’t want to marry an already married man.]

Ram watches Shree’s eyes dance in desperation, he watches her begging him. Begging him to help her. Begging him to save her from this situation.

And so he will. Ram will save Shree from this unwanted marriage. He will take her to Delhi, let her complete her education, but for that he has to do something with her permission.

A man and woman staying together, unmarried is considered a sin in the eyes of society. Even this arrangement with Ram meeting Shree alone is strictly forbidden.

Ram can bare the taunts and the digs at his character. He is used to it. Especially when he has to betray his own people and they cuss at him.

But he cannot bare the fact of letting Shree hearing those words. He cannot let others molest her character and dignity. He cannot watch her die day by day after hearing the taunts.

Fixing his posture, Ram stands tall and fearless in front of Shree, “Tumhe yeh shaadi nahi karni toh theek hai. Per…” [If you don’t want to do this marriage, then alright. But…]

“Per?” [But?]

“Per tumhe mujhse shaadi karni hogi.” Ram finally says the words that have been on his mind. [But you have to marry me.]

Ram observes shock and then betrayal wash over Shree’s face as she pulls her hands away from his grasp.

Taking a few steps back, she collapses on the bed, glaring at him with tears in her eyes. “Yeh kya keh rahe hai aap? Hum apna naam tak nahin jante. Hum toh itna jante hai ki aapko Baba shaadi pe mehman bana kar lekar aaye hain.” [What are saying? I don’t even know your name. I just know that Baba invited you as a guest.]

Ram kneels in front of her, taking her hands into his again. “Main janta hoon ki yeh aasan nahi hai. Per agar tum padna chahti ho toh mere saath bhaag chalo. Delhi mein tumhe pada sakta hoon, tum jitna padna chao tum pad sakhti ho. Per bina rishta ke hum nahi reh payenge.” [I know this is difficult. But if you want to study then run away with me. In Delhi I can help you study, you can study as much as you want. But without a relation, we won’t be able to escape.]

Shree searches Ram’s face for any lies, any deceit, but only finds genuine concern on his face. A million thoughts run throught her mind, all telling her that it isn’t logical to trust a man she just met.

But her heart tells her to trust this man. It tells her to let him guide her through this situation. That he will not let go of her hand. That he will always be there to help her.

With a tilt to her head, Shree asks the question she should have asked first, “Apka naam kya hai?” [What is your name?]

Ram softly grins at the woman, “Mera naam Ram hai. Alluri Sitarama Raju.” [My name is Ram. Alluri Sitarama Raju.]

“Ram, vaada kijiye ki aap mujhe shaadi ke baad padne denge.” Shree frees her hand from Ram’s grip and then holds it in front of him. [Ram, promise me that you will let me continue studying after our marriage.]

Ram smiles at the girl, and places his hand atop of her outstretched hand, solidifying their promise.

“Main vaada karta hoon ki main tumhe shaadi ke bad padne se nahi rokoo ga.” Ram states his promise loud and clear. [I promise that I will not stop you from studying after our marriage.]

“Ab apna sabse zaroori saman apne saath le lo, aur fir hum chalye hai.” [Now take your most important stuff and then we will go.]

Shree nods, jumping from her seat, and running through her room like a tornado. The shift in her mood causes Ram to chuckle at her antics.

He watches as she takes an idol of Radha-Krishna, and a photo of her family in her other hand. With that she toddles back to Ram’s side.

“Chale Shree?” Ram questions with his hand extending towards her. [Shall we, Shree?]

“Chaliye Ram.” Shifting the photo and idol to one hand, Shree places her utmost trust in the man, placing her hand in his. [Let’s go, Ram.]

The two stare at each other, knowing that there is no going back once they leave. The two will embark on a new journey, leaving everything behind.

Thank you for reading this new series I hope you like it as much as the other one. ❤️

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[milla984]

Like Water For His Fire

Summary: When Ram goes MIA you get nervous... but he's got a very good explanation and you can't really stay mad at him

Pairing: modern AU Ramaraju x fem!reader

Category: smut (NSFW, 18+, MDNI)

TW/CW: brief mention of anxiety, mentions of marking, kissing, unprotected penetrative sex

Word Count: 2k

7:56.

The sunset paints the sky orange red and from the bedroom window you can see its reflection on the surface of the nearby lake, as the evening breeze raises silvery ripples on the water. Adjusting the strap of Ram’s tank top on your shoulder you blow a strand of hair off your face then check your phone for what feels like the hundredth time: no texts. Zero missed calls.

“He’s fine, he’s fine,” you repeat under your breath.

You sit on the coverlet and hug his pillow. There’s usually something soothing about putting on his clothes or smelling his perfume - today, however, neither his old top nor the faint traces of his sandalwood and orange peel aftershave on the pillowcase prove to be very effective at keeping your anxiety under control.

You switch to a full alert state when you hear the entry door opening, followed by heavy footsteps. Seconds later Ram stands in front of you looking exhausted, his sleeves rolled up and the first buttons of his shirt undone, and collapses on his side of the bed.

“What happened? Are you okay?” you ask, still a bit nervous.

He nods in silent assent.    

“I tried to call you, why did you turn off your phone?” you ask again and he fumbles in his pocket to hold up the answer, shaped like an intricate spider web of cracks across the black screen.

“I’m getting in the car and this idiot does a swan dive into a puddle,” he explains, “fifteen minutes later I’m stuck in traffic in Madeenaguda. Damn road works!”

It takes a little bit longer than usual for your heart to stop pounding in your stomach and ears. He’s been late in the past but an hour of radio silence forced you to consider all sorts of horrible scenarios, and you need to clear your mind of their negative influence.

“In hindsight… not the best route choice,” he adds, noticing you’re being too quiet. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry.”

You shrug: during off-peak hours the NH 65 is the fastest way back, meaning he was trying to come home as soon as he could. And it’s not his fault his phone died on him. “You know me, I worry too much.”

You also care a lot about him, which is why he doesn’t need to hear you live in constant fear of being contacted by the notification officer of his department - a possibility he’s even less likely to discuss than you are.

“Are we good?” he replies, lowering his thick lashes and giving you an innocent doe-eyed stare.

You can see where this is going: the simple thought of it erases all the previous distress and makes you weak at the knees. You throw the pillow at him, practicing your best impression of a seductive pout. “Mister, you’re the Police Guy… why don’t you figure it out?!”

Ram props himself up on one elbow so he can tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. He brushes his thumb across your lower lip, his personal way of telling you he gathered all the evidence that the mere sight of his forearms always lights you up like a neon sign powered by libido. You’re not mad at him - you’re horny for him.

Cheeky bastard.

Needless to say, his shirt has to go; you unfasten the entire row of buttons in a heartbeat and help him take it off. ‘Mouthwatering’ is the word to describe his bare chest, and how on earth does he manage to still look steaming hot after spending a full day at work and a ridiculous amount of time in his car is beyond you.

You nibble on his earlobe before you lick him below the jaw, descending along his Adam’s apple, the muscles of his neck and the dimple between the collarbones. 

You could spend the whole evening teasing his nipples, forced to contain the urge to sink your teeth into his skin because he’s so sensitive he would scream in pain if you bit him; his petite buds harden at the lightest touch so you circle the areolas with the tip of your tongue and suck delicately, twirling a few dark hairs on his navel around your fingers.

“I’m happy you’re here,” you whisper.

His palm caresses your nape, then his mouth reaches yours and you both engage in a playful competition for dominance: now that he’s in your arms you only want to hold him tight and tell him everything’s alright, but he’s impetuous and clings to you as if you’re pure spring water, bound to tame the fire raging inside of him.

There’s no doubt he figured out ages ago the main reason why you wear his clothes or hug his pillow if he’s away: you crave his body, his presence, his weight on top of you, and it isn’t just a matter of lust. He’s not used to be open and vocal about his feelings, nevertheless he’s proven multiple times he’s the kind of man who looks out for the important people in his life and you’re willing to do the same for him; you’ve become each other’s fulfillment of a mutual request for affection and the many positive aspects of your physical relationship are a reflection of a deeper bond.

It’s Ram who wins in the end and traps you under him. He doesn’t bother to take the old tank top off and lifts the hem up to reach your soft belly; once he glides past your mound of Venus you squirm in anticipation, almost hitting him in the chin.

He smirks and you’re tempted to slap the living hell out of him: being so fuckable should be declared illegal.

“Don’t make me kick you for real,” you joke, and Ram smiles again.

Without breaking eye contact he puts both his hands on your hips and rolls down your panties while you lift your tailbone to help him; he pinches your left ankle and lifts your foot, placing your leg on his shoulder.

Reality fades in a blurry ensemble of the last rays of sunset behind the clouds, outside the window, and the hypnotic white noise coming from the a/c unit as you let your fingers run through his hair. Having it ruffled when he’s going down on you is a major turn on for him and you’re dying to please him in return, since you’ve never met another man who was this passionate about the idea of eating you out; he’s also into being praised as a reward for his dedication and you’re happy to oblige, cooing. “You’re so good at this, pandu.”

Ram glances at you, mesmerized. The gentle strokes of his lips grow more and more intense, then he starts to flicker his tongue at such a fast pace that your ragged breath turns into whimpers, to which he replies with low, throaty growls.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he hums, his head still buried between your thighs and his luscious beard, sprinkled with a little gray, rubbing so well on your clit.

You grab a big chunk of his hair at the roots and tug to draw his attention, careful not to hurt him. In your private system of non verbal communication it’s a signal to stop, so he rises to his knees and leans forward for a kiss. You love to taste your ‘sweet nectar’ (as it was referred to in many of the romance novels you read as a teenager) on his mouth; your adult consciousness knows it’s salty, tangy and it’s got a hint of musk to it - still, it’s you and he always enjoys it like you’re a delicious treat.

You also know another part of him is hungry for you, so you make him lay on his back to undo his trousers and pull them down, together with his underwear. He’s hard and impatient, aching to have you wrapped around him. Half of you wants to put you both out of your misery, the other half is determined to take full advantage of your position: you steady yourself on the headboard and straddle him, but first you tuck his leaking cock against his stomach.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you mumble as you slowly buck your hips, moving up and down his length.

This is plain torture for Ram and he clasps his hands at the old tank top, squeezing like a schoolboy who’s just discovered the amazing, silky roundness of your breasts. He’s adorable when his self-control begins to falter and soon his deep groans make you so wet it hurts.

“Jaanu…” he whines, desperate for release.

Using the headboard to keep your balance you guide him to the right spot before you lower yourself onto him. It’s your turn to fondle his chest and play with the dark trail of fuzz blossoming on his sternum and plunging to his groin; every time you separate you can’t stand to be apart and it’s not long before you grind on him to feel his coarse hair tickle your sensitive skin.

You look at him, his beautiful eyes closed and his teeth biting on his lips. He’s holding you so tight by the waist you’re sure he’ll leave a couple of marks and they’re all signs he’s trying to hold back. “I-I’m–”

“Do it,” you cut him off while you pick up your speed.

Ram throws his head backwards and it’s a sight to behold: his usual, brooding self disappears and all that’s visible on his face is peace and content, even if it lasts for a few seconds. You don’t stop rocking your hips until a familiar warmth flows inside of you, and moments later he wraps his hand around the back of your neck to pull you close.

He lifts his knees to dig his feet into the mattress and starts thrusting, set on a mission to give you one of the best orgasms of your life; he drinks the pure pleasure you’re pouring into his mouth with your loud moans, which he eagerly accepts as an incentive to pound you harder and faster.

“I want to make you come,” he mutters on your lips.

The power he has over you is unexplainable: his voice is what sends you over the edge in the end, gasping for air when a powerful jolt of ecstasy hits you and the tension leaving your body almost causes you to collapse on top of him. In fact you flop on your side, breathless and drained of the energy required to pass for a living and functioning human being; your brain is still engaged in the aftermath of the Big O and the single detail you’re able to process is one of your legs, resting across his lap.

Ram snaps out of the post-coital stupor first, in time to pick his shirt off the floor and help you clean your inner thighs - saving you both the trouble of dealing with a complete mess later. The pensive frown is back and you wipe away the shiny trickle of sweat running down his temple, but he’s so focused on what he’s doing he doesn’t seem to notice. 

Once he’s finished cleaning himself up he fixes his trousers in a hurry throwing the shirt back on the floor to snuggle against you, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders to trace the outline of his muscles using your fingertips.

“Excuse me… what?!” you laugh, since he’s got his face pressed on your bosom and the words come out muffled if he speaks.

“I think I love you, bangaaram,” he repeats, tilting his head up.

Your heart skips a beat.

He looks at you with his brooding expression again, so you find yourself lost in his dark, soulful eyes for the longest instant. Then you cup his face in your hands and rub your nose against his, kissing him so lightly that your touch is like April rain on his mouth.

“I love you too, Ram.”

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[sada-siva-sanyaasi]

bheem loves you. you know it, ram knows it, jenny knows it, malli knows and so do everyone around you and bheem. it is pretty evident. somehow, bheem doesn't still know.

he doesn't realise it's love when he walks behind you as he shows you around his forest, a fond smile on his face as you learn about everything belonging to his world with active interest.

he doesn't realise it's love when he wipes your plates a little more unconsciously before serving you food, shrugging when ram asks him about it. "she should have the cleanest plates anna, like the rest of us you know." ram nods, a small knowing smile on his face as he thumps bheem on his back and leaves.

he doesn't realise it's love when he makes garlands for your hair with the prettiest flowers, beaming as you smile at him in thanks, offering to put them in your hair himself. he does it with the utmost delicate hands too, admiring you as you admire your hair.

he doesn't realise it's love when he hugs you, breathing in your scent and staying there for a while, trying to map the feel of having you in his arms for as long as possible into his heart. you stay too, loving the warmth he radiates.

he doesn't accept that it's love when ram says it is. "it's just friendship," he insists as ram and jenny look at each other with exasperation on their faces. "trust me, that's all it is," he tries again as malli and sita stare at him blankly, tired of trying to talk sense to him. "that's what we are, right?" he asks you one day, and you don't say anything. but the way your shoulders drop a little and eyes lose a little of their glow doesn't go unnoticed by bheem. he always notices, it's you.

he doesn't accept it's love until he sees men looking at you, lust evident in their eyes and suddenly the image of you with anyone other than him begins to suffocate him; so much that he doesn't calm down until he beats up the guy following you around. he beats him till the man falls unconscious, till ram comes to pull him away, till he spots your tear-stained face.

bheem loves you, and he finally accepts it in front of you, holding you close to his heart. suddenly, it all fits like a puzzle, he feels like he learned to breathe for the first time, like colours were finally added into the world.

and no one rejoices more than ram about Bheem's realisation, because it means he could be a smug bastard for a lot longer.

[budugu]

So this morning had me thinking about a new fic idea. I read a webtoon in which the main leads are in an arranged marriage and the male lead wants to get a divorce and the female lead doesn't. Then she has an accident and gets hurt. When she wakes up she fakes memory loss to delay the divorce process. Then the male lead starts being all lovey-dovey with her. And the story continues from there. I am so in love with this trope. When I was thinking of this webtoon I had this in mind as a fic idea for two of my favourite fictional men - RAMARAJU from RRR & DRACO MALFOY from HARRY POTTER. I'm in a dilemma on whom to choose to write this idea about or if I should write for both of them.

[ramcharantitties]

Barfaani raatein

summary- On a cold night of march, a man knocked on your door to let you know your husband, police officer rama raju was in hospital and you need to come. Only to find him flirtatiously high on his pain killers.

Ram x reader

sita's note- finally done with the fic that clogged up like, four more to come. Please enjoy ram being a flirt husband to his some months old wife y/n. special thanks to @rambheemlove @yehsahihai @infusedchaos i changed some of the plot because i didnt have any idea.

"Mrs. Y/n?" A white man knocked on your door, and stood back, waiting for a reply. The doors opened soon, revealing a woman in her 20s, green saree with red blouse. Her hair open and kohl deep and black. Red sindoor shining like parrot's beak. Her silver bindi shining like the moon.

"I'm sent by Dr. Victor, if you remember" his British accent wrapped his words like honey. She nodded smiling. Y/n met Dr. Victor when she was surfing for her own book in the bookstore and he recognised her- the Indian author of colonization crushing the creative country. Dr. Victor was her fan, immediately praising and reciting her work. To find such a successful physician reading her work, Y/n also linked a friendship towards the 30 year old man.

"of course. Is everything okay?" She clasped the metal handle of the door, unaware of the situation. If only her dear husband came home early, she'd peacefully leave to see why did Victor sent for her.

"it's your husband"

The silence that seeped in her mind made her deaf to whatever the man said. She shook her head to catch the last "-so you need to come with us." Y/n stood there like a statue. "I am sorry but, can you please repeat" she wasn't sorry. She was anxious, of all the things. The man sighed and nodded, slowly speaking.

"Your husband, officer Ramaraju, was caught in a bad riot. His head was split by a rock so he was taken to the hospital. Luckily Dr. Victor was there and recognised him, so he sent me to get you. Your husband is getting stitches so you need to come with us"

She was sure he didn't speak so much when the first time the man explained. Y/n felt herself nodding, grabbing her belongings, locking the door and leaving with him. Subconsciously. On auto. This wasn't happening anyways, right?

Y/n grabbed her shawl and tugged it closer when the cold seat of the car gave her an insight of reality. Her husband was in hospital, getting stitched beca- her eyes welled up, panic setting in. Ram was fine. He was fine. Just fine. The car stopped in front of a white building, and the driver pulled open the gate, following her in to lead her to Ram. At the second floor, she could see Victor at end of hall. She ran to him.

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Victor caught site of you, your eyes glossed and cheeks wet. "Thank God you're here, Y/n. Your stupid husband won't get stitched because he wanted you there first" Dr. Victor said and you stood there, gaping like a fish. You peeked in to see his arms bandaged and blood on the side of his head. You gasped. "Tell him I am here, please" you asked the doctor and he nodded, going in the ward. About a minute later, the nurse shut the green curtain of the room.

You sat there outside on the bench, when you heard Ram's occasional grunts and groans. They started getting louder, at the point where he was taking your name over and over again to keep himself stable. Anxiety shot through you, and you would say it was butterflies in your stomach if it wasn't for the situation. You looked down at your hands, henna barely visible. Your tears pooled in the wrinkles of your hand. His name faded from your palm. It was an arranged marriage, two months ago in December. You were sure that getting married to a police officer was risky, but still went for it, as if you had a choice. You soon realized Ram wasn't that uptight, occasionally joking or spending time with you. If not a sudden leap to fall in love, you both were slowly exploring each other, finding a friend in a strange, lifelong bond.

A nurse came out, holding tray of bloody cottons. "You should be happy you are friends with Doctor Victor" she stopped by to say "Your husband made it too late to get stitched that we couldn't give him anesthesia. Usually the doctor would get really mad" with that the woman disappeared in the ward again, Ram's chanting playing in background. You fell back on the seat, wondering what went in his mind. The replay of your name was still going on inside, and you sobbed outside endlessly. Doctor Victor was right to call him stupid.

About five minutes later Doctor came out, stripping the rubber gloves. "Ram is either very brave or very dumb" He said and you smiled lowly. "I will give you some medicines and ointment after a while. We've given him some painkillers for now to subside the pain, so he will be a bit loopy. You can meet him though" You nodded and thanked him. Taking a big sigh, you made your way inside.

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Nothing made sense. The slight pounding in his head was irritating and the only name that rolled of his tongue was his wife's. Y/n, y/n, y/n. Ram's source of comfort. His source of relief. His way of distraction. The woman walking in the ward. Ram called out for her and earned a smile. Her smile. He giggled to himself. Y/n sat beside him on the bed. "How are you feeling?" She asked and caressed his fluffy hair. Ram felt good. "Better" he muttered. Better that she is here. "Why did you wait for me to come? You should have gotten stitched as soon as possible" Ram followed her worried eyes, fixed on his wound. The tears that stuck to the spaces under her eyes. Ram teared up himself to see her crying. Her eyes flickered towards him, catching the glossy eyes, placing her hand on his cheekbone.

"It feels good when you are close" Ram nuzzled in her hand and the warmth sent electric shocks down her body. She could feel the aching smile and her cheeks warm. "My head still hurts" Ram muttered in her palm and she looked at the clotting blood. Ram heard her sigh, "Because they couldn't give you anesthesia." She said and caressed his head. "Do you even know you kept taking my name to get through the pain?" Y/n could feel Ram getting hot under her touch. She giggled at his speechlessness. "I thought you'd like to see me taking your name" Ram muttered and snuggled his face in her hand, avoiding his blushing cheeks and awkward gaze. You giggled looking away, muttering a soft, teary "pagal ho kya?"

A nurse walked in then, with a cold, steel tray, a large red bowl on it. "Mrs. Rama raju?" She asked in the ward and you turned to her, nodding your head. The woman in white and green placed the tray by Ram's bedside and left. You looked at Ram to catch him beaming. "What?" you asked, stirring the orange tomato soup. "Mrs. Rama raju" he muttered in his hoarse voice and you shook your head on his childishness. Ram tried to sit up, with his injured elbow and wounded knee. You sat up his pillow so he can lean on them. You picked the bowl up, scraping the bottom with the spoon to cool the soup. "Did you eat anything?" he asked and you nodded. "I was just going to make dinner when I got the news. I'll eat something at home, you eat this." You raised your hand to spoon feed him, the bangles clinking. Ram moved his head away. "You take some sips first" he said and you hunched down, tired. Not this again. "Ram, this is for you. I'll eat at home" you tried spoon feeding again, when he grabbed the spoon from you. Ram saw your mouth open to retort, but you kept quiet then. "What if they added something harmful in it? As my wife you should take care of that." His eyes met yours, the mischief slurring in them. Ram wouldn't even remember this next day, so you decided to bask in his playful remarks. "Fine" you muttered.

Ram moved the spoon in the bowl in your hand, and scooped the warm fluid up to your lips. You parted them, obliging. He took a longing glance at your lips, when you enveloped the spoon in your mouth. "I wanted to kiss you on our wedding night" The nine simple words sent you in a choking fit. You coughed, the bland soup not making it better. Ram smiled to himself, then pressed the glass water on table to your lips. Tears formed in your eyes as you glared at him, downing the cool water. Ram was snickering. 'What happened, Y/n?" Ram asked as you wiped your mouth. "Eat up" you ordered.

"Y/n?" Ram saw his doctor by the door when he finished his soup. Ram knew his wife was close to this man, a doctor she met when she went out. Y/n got up to see what Victor needed but Ram grasped her wrist. "Ram!" She exclaimed and gasped, looking back at Victor. "Let me go" she whisper yelled to find Ram just staring at her. Victor chuckled and came in the room. "Here are the meds and ointments. Apply these twice in a day and this once. And don't cover the wound, it needs to dry" Victor instructed and you nodded, one hand still in Ram's grip. "He doesn't need to be admitted so you can take him home in a while. I'll drop you two" Victor smiled and you nodded. "Thank you so much doctor, I'd be in so much trouble if it wasn't for you" Victor laughed and placed a hand on your arm, "call me victor only" you nodded, when a nurse called for him. Victor excused himself.

You turned to see Ram's eyebrows furrowed. You sat down, checking the medicines. "Brush your arm" Ram said and you looked at him confused. "What?" As soon as you sat back down, Ram brushed his hand on your arm where Victor touched, as if removing his touch. You gaped at Ram, an angry expression vivid. He settled back on his pillow then, satisfied.

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You leaned back in Victor's car with Ram on the other side. His driver was in front as you waited for Victor to come from hospital. He said he'll be there in just some minutes. You were more than grateful of Victor, someone to help you out. You looked over at Ram, dozed of by the window. You took off your shawl and covered him up.

The front door opened and Victor climbed in. The loud shutting of Victor's car door shook Ram out of his sleep. He looked at you and back to Victor. Soon after the car took off Ram leaned in. "Excuse me" you were interrupted by Ram- why would he say "excuse me"? "Are you with the doctor?" Ram whispered in your ear. Did the pain killer give him memory loss? You shook your head. "Why?" you asked, and Ram gaped. "Are you free tomorrow?"

"Sure..?"

"Where will you be after work?"

"Our home?" You saw his shawl slipping and fixed it.

Ram's face was taken over by surprise.

"Why are you asking?" You were genuinely confused.

"You are very pretty" he smiled and you gasped, looking away. "I am your wife" you whisper yelled and Ram looked taken aback. He finally took the sight of the gold and black mangalsutra in your neck, the red sindoor up your forehead- as if they brought back his memories. Ram sat back on his seat, nodding. The dark lights outside did enough to hide your blush.

"Everything good?" Victor's voice caught your attention and you nodded. Ram caught you looking at Victor, smiling widely. He looked away, tugging your shawl closer. After about a minute of silence, the car stopped at the familiar place. You thanked Victor once again and stepped out of the car, made your way to the other side of car and helped Ram out. The chilly wind settled in your bones when his car passed by. Ram caught you shivering, your nose cold and fingers red. He opened the shawl and pulled you close in it, wrapping it around the couple in a cocoon. The warmth emitting from him warmed your cheeks, that's what you thought. You both made your way to the wooden door, smiling.

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[theclumsypanda]

To love, honor and protect.

There you go @thewinchestergirl1208 . NOW GIVE ME MY ROCKY IMAGINE.

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Y/N is startled when the door opens with a bang and her wide eyes stray to the wall clock.

Ram is early today.

He wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour.

She stands up and wipes her tears hastily with her pallu.

“Y/N?” Ram’s loud voice echoes in the house.

Oh god.

Sniffling, she wraps her saree pallu around herself in a way that hides the bruises on her right arm.

If Ram gets a glimpse of them…

She has no idea what he’ll do.

Taking in a shaky breath, she tries to get a hold of her emotions. She doesn’t want Ram to know what happened.

Composing herself, she walks out of the room and finds him in the verandah, his back to her as he rolls the sleeves of his shirt.

The sound of her anklets chiming gets his attention and he turns toward her, still busy with his left sleeve.

“Y/N, could you bring me a- ” Ram looks up and his voice dies in his throat when his gaze lands on her.

Something doesn't feel right.

Eyes down, head bent, shoulders cowering- this is not his wife, his Y/N. The sweet smile that she always greets him with when he returns home is nowhere to be seen. And he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like her hiding herself from him.

Ram immediately walks over to her, his brown eyes anxiously scanning her body.

“Jaan?” His voice is a gentle whisper. “What’s wrong?”

Her chest constricts in pain at the soft tone he only uses with her. He’s so soft and caring towards her. Always treating her as his most precious treasure.

An involuntary sob escapes her which is enough to throw him in panic.

He cups her cheeks in his hands. “Y/N? Love, you’re scaring me now. What is it? Tell me.” He urges.

She finally looks up at him and it physically hurts Ram to look at her teary eyes.

He gently tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, wanting nothing more than to find the reason behind her tears. He impatiently waits for her to speak even though it kills him to see her like this. And that’s when he notices the small cut on her forehead.

“How did this happen?” Ram frowns, placing a hand on her arm and she flinches. Ram pulls back his hand in surprise. Brows creased in confusion, he watches as Y/N slides the pallu and lets it fall back.

His lips part in shock at the visible bruises on her arm. “Wha-“ He stops, unable to comprehend for a moment.

Y/N lets out another loud sob and buries her head in his chest, clutching his shirt in fists. Ram wraps his arms around her in a daze. It doesn’t take him long to join the dots.

His face turns hard as he clenches his jaw. “Did someone hurt you?”

Y/N closes her eyes and nods against his chest, letting a few more tears fall down her cheeks and on his white shirt.

Swallowing hard, he pulls back, only enough to look into her eyes. “Who?”

When she doesn’t answer, he pulls her closer, his voice shaking with barely suppressed anger. “Who did this, Y/N?”

Y/N knows he won't calm down until he knows.

"It was Raghu. I... I was shopping for some groceries when he came out of nowhere and started verbally attacking me because you arrested his brother. I told him it was his brother's fault." She sniffles. "But he said... he said that I have no right to say anything because I'm a traitor's wife. A monster's wife. I was so upset that I yelled at him and he grabbed my arm and pushed me. Thankfully, Bheem was there. He brought me home safe. I just- I hate it when people think so wrong of you. You don't deserve any of this, Ram."

She breaks down again and Ram pulls her into his arms, closing his eyes in pain.

Rage boils inside him. This is the last thing he wanted. He never gave a damn about what others thought of him. But he will never let anyone disrespect his wife. Ever.

Y/N is the purest thing in Ram's world. She's the only reason he still believes there's still good in this world.

And she got hurt. While she was defending him.

What did he ever do to deserve her?

That fucking piece of shit Raghu is going to regret even touching Y/N.

But Ram has one important thing to do before that.

He pulls back and takes her injured arm in his hands, being extremely careful.

"Does it hurt?"

Y/N shakes her head. "Not really. It's just a dull ache."

He makes her sit on a chair and applies some herbs on her bruises. The flinch that she so desperately tries to control doesn't go unnoticed by him.

He tries his best to not let his anger show. He doesn't want to scare her even more. Though he doesn't need to. Y/N knows he will never hurt her.

When he's done, he pulls her upright. "Come."

She's confused. "Where?" But one look at him and she knows what he's thinking. "Ram, I don't think this is a good idea- "

"Do you trust me?" He asks, looking in her eyes.

Y/N nods without any hesitation.

"Good." Ram kisses her forehead and holds her hand. He leads her towards the main door and they have only stepped out of the house when they spot Raghu with his friends.

"Oh, look. This bitch-"

Raghu doesn't get to complete his sentence as Ram closes the distance between them in a millisecond and punches him. Hard.

"Say another word about her. I dare you." The venom in Ram's voice sends shivers down Y/N's spine.

Raghu hasn't recovered from the sudden punch and Ram doesn't give him the chance to do so either. Grabbing him by the throat, Ram pushes him against a wall and keeps punching him.

"Look in her direction again and I'll show you what a real monster is." Ram growls, shaking Raghu by the collar.

It doesn't look like he's gonna stop anytime soon and for some twisted reason Y/N doesn't want him to.

She lets Ram throw Raghu to the ground and kick him in the stomach as a crowd gathers around them. That's when she realizes that she needs to stop him before he ends up killing Raghu.

Ram kneels beside him. "This is what you get when you mess with my wife." He raises his fist again and Y/N finally decides to intervene.

“Ram.” She speaks softly. And he stops, just like that, his fist inches away from Raghu's face.

She places a hand on his shoulder and he stands up, stepping back and breathing heavily.

She tugs on his shirt. “Ram. Look at me.”

He turns toward her, his eyes searching her face for any discomfort.

She steps closer to him and cups his cheek.

He sighs, placing his hand on hers. “Are you okay, baby?”

Y/N nods.

“I’m so sorry.”

She shakes her head. “It’s not your fault, Ram. Don't blame yourself. Please."

As another sigh leaves his lips, she touches his forehead with hers. "You didn't have to do all this, you know."

His knuckles trace her cheek. "I promised to always love and protect you when I married you, didn't I?"

She smiles softly. "You did."

"And I'll always keep my promise." His lips press against her temple as she closes her eyes, sighing in content. "I'll always protect you."

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[mahi-wayy]

𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐍 | ᴀ. ʀᴀᴍᴀ ʀᴀᴊᴜ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : A. Rama Raju x Fem!Oc

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ : RRR

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ : 1.9k

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs : Traumatizing ram more than he already is, ssr levels of angst, ram going through it, death, torture, blood and violence.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 he is perfectly fine.

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

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Ram was fine, he really was. Everything was going okay, he was working for the Britishers and not letting go any opportunities for the promotion let slip from his hands. He was just waiting.

Waiting for that one incident that would bring him everytime he ever wanted to achieve.

Beating the punching bags until they tore, running till his legs almost gave out or staying up late reading was just for the use of excessive energy, so he sleeps soundly.

Babai just liked to worry over him for no reason. He was okay, it was not like he was having nightmares that scared him from even letting his eyes close until it's him passing out quite literally from exhaustion.

It wasn't like he had constant panic attacks when he entered his bedroom, like he was repeatedly falling asleep on his desk.

It was not like he was a grieving widower, a lover drowning in sorrows or a man haunted but the ghost of the woman he once loved.

Who was he kidding? Not himself for sure, he was a grieving widower, a lover drowning in his sorrow in record time and a man that was being haunted by the woman he has loved more than his life.

Siara, that one name brought him both the relief of letting everything go and also the pain of choking on your own blood.

Siara Raisaar- no- Mrs. Siara Rama Raju Raisaar. She was…everything, his friend, his lover, his wife, his partner in his mission, everything.

Her father has trusted her with him with her after he joined the British army purely based on the fact that his daughter was in love with Venkatarama Raju's son.

She told him often how his father visited them when he used to come to the city, way before he started training revolutionaries.

He used to love it, just sitting and listening to her talk about any or everything. She was his home, his heart, his everything.

God she was beautiful, Long dark as night hair, beautiful brown eyes always lined with kohl, her anklets always chiming in sync with her beautiful laughter as she ran across the house away from him, dressed in the most beautiful of saris. She was a beauty that would make a God nervous.

Maybe that's why he took her from him or was it his karma coming back for torturing all those innocent people who were his own? He hasn't decided who to blame just yet. It has just been a little over a month.

The wounds from her departure were still fresh and stinging, something that was slowly and surely driving him insane.

Why? Because he was the one who killed her and no not only metaphorically, he has shot his wife quite literally.

He still feels sick whenever the thought comes up in his mind, heaving in the nearest bathroom like no tomorrow and it happens more often than not because it was haunting him every living moment he spends these days.

He still remembers the afternoon he first saw her, he was on market duty that day, it had been only a year since he joined the force so it was pretty reasonable.

The unforgiving sun of June was in a particularly punishing mood as he sat under the makeshift shed and the constables actually did the real work.

He was about to go get something to drink when a fight broke out nearby, his instincts carried him towards the crowd which he easily pushed his way through only to have a man collide with him.

Ram had groaned softly as he regained his footing only to lose his breath, between the market, yelling out and kicking and slapping two grown men, was a woman.

A delicate, soft looking woman who clearly had enough strength and technique to smack around two men of that size.

It takes a minute before he reminds himself why he had been there in the first place, stepping forwards and physically separating the woman from the man.

“That's enough!!”

The place fell silent as he let the fire roar himself to life and command the crowd with a practised ease, he then turns to the people involved and inquiring with them results in finding what all the fuss is about.

Apparently, the man had stolen from her purse and made nasty comments when she confronted her about the matter.

Ram had been a little amused and immensely impressed with the fire that blazed in her eyes, like it was a reflection of his soul shining in her orbs.

He had to arrest her for a day in jail, mainly to keep her away from damaging the man more than she already had because that head wound was pretty nasty.

They ended up chatting late night since he was on night duty too that day. For the first time he has felt a little as they shared past stories, unknowingly opening themselves to each other.

They haven't realised when they started meeting, away from the eyes of people, sitting and talking for hours or just holding each other through bad days and exactly six months ago her father decided to hand his only and dearly loved daughter to him.

The wedding ceremony was really small, his babai and her parents were all the crowd per say at their wedding and they were happy. They were so happy.

That was probably the only mistake he made, being happy. He should have known better with the track record of his fate? he should have never smiled in her presence.

Maybe it would have kept her alive.

The day still haunts him and it forever will, cursed with remembering every single thing about the brutal death of the one person who dedicated her everything to him

It was a cloudy sky, not an anomaly in August, by the looks of it rain would have hit soon enough. He was contemplating letting Siara know he could get stuck when he heard the commotion.

Stepping outside he had to physically keep himself from reacting when the woman he was supposed to go back home to was being dragged by her hair.

He was frozen in place though, people around him knew they were married and he knew this was going to get messy, really quick.

It took him a few minutes to gather himself and ask around of what in the name of God was happening.

Turns out she has been seen hiding the maps of British armoury.

But those were his plan- his thoughts cut off when he fears a familiar voice screaming followed by cracking of a whip.

Ram had never felt his throat close up as it did that day, his body was refusing to let any oxygen pass through as the interrogation which really was just a excuse for britishers to torture another one of their people.

He was suspended the following day, under the suspicion of helping his wife which was not true, it was the other way around. The plans were his not hers, she was the one covering him not the other way around.

God knows what she has said to them but the possibility of him being the actual culprit was not under consideration.

A few weeks later he got the opportunity to actually see her and as much as Ram loved her, he wished he had never seen her like that, he wished he would have simply let her be his beautiful Siara in his memories.

She was more blood than skin, hands tied above her head, legs shackled to the floor. Her soft skin had scars all over it, from head to toe she was bleeding from several cuts and the bruises were uncountable.

Her head hung low, her hair obstructing his view of her face, she would have sensed his presence because she had reacted as soon as he had taken another step forward.

“Ram…?”

He swore he would have had a breakdown, he seriously would have started crying if not for the guards outside. Her usual soft and firm voice was scratchy and low, he barely had caught his own name.

“Yeah it's me.”

His voice has never trembled like it had that day and when he looked up he had no way of stopping his tears from running down his face.

The scar of her face was painful to even remember, it ran diagonally, covering her whole face and by the looks of it, it had been a result of being struck by a piece of glass.

“Th..the guard…talk…about y..you rejoining…”

Her words barely had made sense but Ram was well versed in the woman he loved, he had caught on easily that she had wanted to know about his rejoining.

“The governor had given me an offer, he wanted me to be the one to execute you, to show my loyalty.”

Ram had always hated those white bastards but this was some another level of being a scoundrel. The silence in that cell had been choking, just her chains rattling as her arms moved a little.

“You should do it.."

He had really thought that either he had gone insane or she had.

“What? You want me to kill you?”

“Not like I will survive anyways, these assholes are good at the torture. Just say yes, let something good come out of this.”

He had wanted to yell and cry and ask her why she had covered for him to begin with but he had known answers to them, Babai had told him.

The layout of armoury Ram had sketched was with Babai at that time, he was shifting the place of the maps like they usually did.

What usually didn't happen was Britishers crossing paths with them, Siara had seen the inevitable outcome, snatched the papers from Babai and made a run for it, making sure the officers followed her and not anyone else.

He had cried for hours on end when he got to know, he didn't know if he was grateful for her being in his life or if he was simply a curse in her life.

He met governor Scott next morning reluctantly, his emotions were fading, he was re entering his old shell and it was scary, as he agreed to execute the woman he loved.

The bastard made the preparations in hours, the white asshole was just looking to enjoy what had happened that day.

He still remembers very clearly, he had fired twice, once in her abdomen, one in her chest. Those were his orders, Scott had cackled and promoted him a little higher than his rank at that time.

With that he was left to carry his dead wife home, he let her blood seep in his new uniform, it was she who had made it possible for him to begin with.

Coming three weeks were just him crying himself to sleep, waking from nightmares filled with her screams and crying himself to sleep again.

He still has those nightmares, seeing her all bloody and injured staring at him with blank eyes, her screams, those two gunshots, her pyre on fire. Everything, it was all a big nightmare that was destined to haunt him forever.

Even after he drowned himself in work and training, sleep remained a far-fetched idea which only came to him when he passed out once in three days.

He had stopped trying after the third week of her death, she had once told him he looked peaceful in his sleep so somewhere this was his punishment he had given himself. He didn't deserve to be peaceful, not after what she did for him.

His fate had written him a rough, hard path with no comfort and happiness and while he had first questioned it, whatever happened with Siara had him accept it.

It was better that he stayed on that rough path without allowing anyone in, for their own sake.

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[maraudersbitchesassemble]

Kyun jaane ek din bhi laage humko baara maason ki tarah.

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Based on this angst prompt by @rishi-sita

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I don't think I would be able to bear it any longer. After my husband had managed to help Bheem escape, the British government had captured him. I had tried making a plea to Mrs. Scott so that they'd release him and when she'd refused to even meet me, I'd lost it and tried to break him out of prison with the help of some of the people I knew from the Freedom Fighters meetings. And now here I was, in jail, getting beaten up and tortured. I don't even know how long it'd been since I last saw Ram. I missed him so much.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard my cell gates being opened. I sighed and braced myself to be hit in the back with a cane but didn't feel anything.

“Hey, Y/N, calm down, it's just me.” I heard Jenny's soothing voice as she came around to face me, keeping a hand on my shoulder as tears slipped down my face.

“Jenny.....” I tried freeing my hands so I could hug her but the chains only digged deeper into my wrists as they rattled. Oh how I hated the sharp sound they made.

“Oh Y/N, dear please don't cry. Please. Look, I've got you food. Let me just get these chains off” She said, pulling out a key from her bag. My hands fell to my sides as she unlocked the chains.

“I don't think I can bear this for much longer, Jenny. The beatings and the torture doesn't hurt as much as being away from Ram does” I said as I fell to my knees, rubbing my wrists to try and sooth the pain.

She held me as I cried my heart out. I could tell that she was crying too. She had started to really like Bheem and now she probably wouldn't see him ever again. I wrapped my hand around her back, hugging her. We were eachother's only comfort as of now. I knew how much she hated the Scotts.

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2 days later

Jenny stood outside my cell, tears in her eyes as the guards whipped me. I let out a strangled cry as the whip his an old wound and it stated bleeding again.

The governer had seen me and Jenny the other day and now everytime they tortured me, they made her watch.

“Stop, please. Please, Uncle Scott, I beg you. Stop hurting her. Please don't do this to her.” The Governer smirked as Jenny begged, struggling against his tight grasp on her arm

I wanted to rip off his face. I wanted to kill his bitch of a wife. But I couldn't. My body was too weak. My mind was too weak. I was too weak. The last thing I heard was Jenny screaming my name before everything went black.

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How could he? How could he have forgotten about me? Let alone love me, did he not even care about me? I knew my marriage to him was just like some sort of a deal. But I had come to love him very dearly. And his actions had made me think he too had those feelings for me. But I guess I was wrong. I was nothing. He was a man with a mission, and I was just another tool he'd used to get closer to his mission. I felt selfish, of course I did. He was doing all of this for the freedom of our people and it was wrong of me to think like this. But I couldn't help it.

These were the only thoughts going around in my head as I was being beaten by the guards. I fell down with a loud thud, my body going completely limp, the result of the one of the guards hitting me on the head. I felt the blood flowing out of the back of my head, creating a small pool of blood all around my head. I heard the guards locking up the cell and walking away.

I could feel death slowly but surely crawl towards me as I saw a shadow walk towards me. I tried opening my eyes a little more, groaning as pain surged through me at the slightest movement. It wasn't a shadow, it was a person. Him. It was him.

Tears flowed down my eyes, as only one question kept on swimming in my mind. Why? Why now? And that's when realisation hit me, that even though I hated him in my dying moments, I had loved him for too long before that. I had experienced happiness like no other with him. He was the peace of my mind and the one who gave me butterflies in my stomach everytime I'd see him. And so, even as I hated him in my dying moments, I could see him smile down at me, holding out his hand for me to grab. He had made me experience heaven while I was alive. And now, He was my heaven.

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[shawty-writes-a-little]

Ever yours 1.

Ram (RRR) x princess!reader

Summary: this is the very first chapter it’s not much happens but you’ll see the story is based off of this

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Period drama misogyny? Mention of a dead parent? Let me know if I missed any

An: Hi hi I’m not really sure a lot of people will like this but well it took me days to write it so well

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The halls of the great palace fell silent with screeching of day birds outside, the only other sound y/n could focus on. No servant dared come in, her father who strolled around the council room without a word which made it even harder for her to anticipate if he was actually angry. Of course he was. But he seemed to be more distressed as of now as y/n sat in her seat slouching with no intention to take any of his opinionated theories in consideration. Their views of the British government always clashed and there were countless quarrels. Neither restrictions or telling off ever made a difference to y/n. He was a good father to y/n, truly. Having to grow up without a mother she never felt a need of anything missing with her father. Sure it had its hurdles but he saw to it she never lacked anything she wished for. Though she never saw her father as the right ruler. Ever.

Y/n was entitled to change that but things were about to take a drastic turn this time. “I warned you! I warned you countless times!” Her father sighed while he continued to walk back and forth deep in thought.

“Yes father-“ y/n had the most uninterested tone ever. She considered this to be their usual-where her father would again scold her and try to tell her off for speaking up against the British rule and she would nod for what it felt like forever but was barely a matter of minutes and forget everything he said as soon as she walked out of the room.

“I knew this would happen-I knew your acts would leave me no choice!” He muttered as he continued to stroll in distress.

“Choice? What do you mean there’s nothing to choose I’m not going anywhere!” She declared but in a subtle manner.

“It’s not something you can disregard this time! The British government has a warrant against your name.” Her father reminded her yet nothing fazed her as much. A number of times y/n’s “rebellious” campaigns against the British government attained a warning, a concerning amount of warnings to her father but none that mattered to her.

“And what about it? It’s just one warrant after another-do you really expect me to take them seriously?”

“It is serious this time.” He passed the government stamped document towards her end of the table “They have asked for you to leave the state by the end of this month.”

Y/n took a quick glance on the paper which yet didn’t hold much means to her “So they are announcing for me to leave the state? The heir to the state? Father I’m your only daughter and you’ll let this happen?!”

“Its out of my hands this time if you remember I reminded you again and again to stop your rebels! Those dammed rallies and what not but you didn’t listen!”

“I did it for the good of our state! This is our land! Our people- they need us father! The government is charging double taxes from them! They have to live by their rules, grow their crops and they don’t even get anything in the end either they’re stripped of off the most basic human rights-the increasing debts—“

“It’s how it is! They are the government!” Her father interrupted her before she could go on.

“They aren’t! They are ruling us and so called royalties like you are letting them-your family line was trusted and respected by the people of your state for generations for us to live in the palace with luxuries in return they demand basic support against invaders as is their right but apparently they have a coward for a king who can’t do anything against the whites.” Y/n huffed placing her hands on the table, keeping in mind her tone went a bit offset.

“Do not cross lines here young lady it’s not as simple as holding rallies, a few strikes, gathering young troops, patriotic speeches, setting police stations on fires. I’m sure you are aware three British officers died in that?” He argued as it set y/n at unease. Not because the cruel dehumanising officers of the state died but the fact that she had a hand in everything and her father knew of it? Did he?

“My condolences for that but I’m not sure what you’re implying here father” she shifted in her seat clearing her throat.

“And here I thought you could’ve possibly gotten better at lying by now” he smiled to himself “I know everything that happens in the state y/n, especially everything you are involved in.”

“Alright fine a few British officers died—against countless of innocents that die when these officers are even slightly inconvenienced-did you know about that?”

“Why do you think I turned a blind eye on your activities?” He questioned, the entire time knowing of y/n’s involvement in everything he had decided to let her do as she pleased. Deep down he was aware she wasn’t going to do anything wrong, to her she did not do anything wrong at all. But things changed as the provoking of government took a more serious step “I’m not against what you do or did but I told you about the consequences over and over and-“

“Are you actually suggesting I leave the state? No why don’t you use the right word I am exiled from the state aren’t I?” She scoffed.

“I know it’s upsetting but it doesn’t leave us a choice.” He reasoned being very calm with y/n who didn’t have a problem with leaving the state at all. She’d always wanted to secretly. Join a campaign in the cities with more action of protest. Oppose alongside the big leaders but her father would’ve never let her, this seemed like an opportunity to her but she had to act like it was unsettling.

“I’ll leave then. I’ll leave to Lucknow maybe—Agra? Maybe join a small session somewhere.” She shrugged trying to seem not into the idea of having greater freedom to protest with bigger resources.

“What rubbish! You’re my only daughter and you really think I would let you off on your own just wandering around? I have made some arrangements for you in Delhi.” He declared quite troubled on the inside on what he was going to say next. How moreover.

Delhi. The capital. “Alright whatever you have decided goes.” Y/n shrugged almost jumping on the inside. She could protest on such high levels from the capital.

“Ever since you were born y/n, it’s just been you and me, your whole life. You have been the biggest blessing I could ask for. Though it seems I can’t keep you in the palace all your life-you would have been a great ruler after me.” He said with genuine content, proud of the brave daughter he’d raised. “It would put me at ease if I knew you were safe at the capital.” He continued.

“I assure you father I would be just as safe as I have always been.” I wouldn’t have to sneak out of the palace to attend rallies. No more palace troops following me everywhere to tell on me. No more British officers in direct contact with father. Is all y/n had her mind around.

“That is why—I have made some arrangements.” He cleared his throat “You are to be wed to someone from the capital.”

Y/n stared at him in unexpected shock, “Wed? As in get married?” She asked to confirm if she understood what he said correctly.

“Yes y/n, marriage. I know it’s not the step you planned to take in near future but I’ve met him and-“

“OH YOU HAVE MET HIM ALREADY? A ‘he’ is decided already? Was this your plan all along?!” She stood up from her seat immediately almost angry on the absurdity of the situation.

“You don’t realise the seriousness of this warrant y/n you won’t able to come back here! You will have Ram look after you he’s a good man you would be safe!” Her father yet upset about this himself tried to reason with her.

“I don’t even know this Ram and I can very well look after myself. I will not be marrying some stranger.” She scowled turning to leave but her father called out again.

“Without your mother-“

“Do not bring up mother again it isn't going to get you anywhere!” She turned out with frown but her father took slow steps towards the seats and settled himself.

“I have fulfilled all your wishes ever since you were a child-every dress you ever liked, finest teachers when you wanted to learn anything, taught you sword fighting myself, you wanted to get a degree—go to university I have never once refused anything you wanted. I won’t be around much longer-“

“Father don’t say that-“ she huffed, always annoyed whenever that was brought up. She knew no one was to live forever but the idea of father leaving her sooner or later was something she hated to ever think of. She never imagined a life of getting married or ever leaving the fort as the heir she didn’t need to. The law changed everything for her but as long as father was around nothing seemed difficult.

“It’s true-wether you like to speak of it or not. Don’t you think I would pass away peacefully knowing you are well? This is all I ask for.” He insinuated peacefully as y/n had a considering look on her face.

“I would do anything for you but-“

“Ram is a good man! He is just like you-a young rebel like you are he won’t get in your way!” He said cheerily if that could intrigue her. It did.

“Really? How do you know of him?” She questioned as a spark of interest in this ‘Ram’ rose in her.

“I knew his father, he died in a crossfire against the British-Ram was barely just 10 at the time.”

Oh.

This certainly changed how she viewed things. She did all she could to fight against the government but she hasn’t seen anything up close this way. The way Ram would have growing up she thought.

“I am your father y/n I wouldn’t force you into anything. But I am sure about this one and I would never make the wrong choice for you.” He smiled courteously as she nodded.

“Can I think about this?”

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AN: hello if this does blow up? It actually takes me a while to write stuff I’m in grade 11 science and the world around me has SHAMBLED (Indian education system slay) so please don’t be mad if it takes me a while to post next part 🕺

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[mish-ka]

Chandani Se Noor Ke

A/N: Sorry ji, sorry for posting after such a long time — and I would like to apologize for the poorly written try at a steamy scene. It’s my first time writing it.

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Growing up in a home where Freedom fighters were frequently sheltered, Y/N has seen a lot of things. Seen things that kids should never be exposed to. However, Y/N was unfazed by it; in fact, it strengthened her resolve to bring down the British.

But. For the first time in her life, Y/N is scared. Scared not for herself, but for the man in front of her. The man, who lives next door to her. the man with whom she shares her meals. The man, who has warmed a place in her heart.

Ram. Her Ram is covered in wounds all over his body, his eyes swollen from what looks like a blunt force. His uniform covered in blood, ripped off and torn apart.

As he limps closer to her, Y/N examines the bruises that litter his handsome face. Blood trickles down every inch of his face, and it physically hurts her.

Without a second thought, Y/N is supporting Ram upright. She places Ram’s arm around her shoulder, and uses her other hand to hold his hand.

A million questions swirl in her head, yet she knows that now is not the time. She needs to get Ram’s wounds treated and get him to his bedroom.

“Y/N?” Ram’s voice is barely a whisper, but with the intimacy between the two, Y/N can hear him clearly.

In his subconscious state, Ram manages to peer at Y/N, noticing the worried look on her face. It is clear that she is shaken by the sight of him like this, but he cannot do anything about that. He wasn’t in the state to do anything, but watch.

Watch as she struggles to hurl him to his bedroom. As his weight sags from losing his equilibrium, he watches as she runs into doors and walls. Watches as he almost crushes her with his body weight.

As he senses the comforting sensation of his bed underneath him, Ram feels a little more stable. Due to his weight, Ram somehow manages to pull Y/N down with him.

Now, with Y/N over him on the bed, Ram cannot help himself but admire her beauty as the two become more and more engaged in a passionate eye lock.

Ram gently approaches Y/N while lifting a battered hand and moving a curl behind her ear. She was warm in contrast to his icy touch.

Ram's chilly fingertips brush Y/ N's warm cheeks, sending a shudder up her spine. When his left hand touches her left cheek, she can't help but lean into his touch.

“Ram?”

Ram might not be in the correct frame of mind, because it is inconceivable that he would have felt the urge to ravage Y/N only because she spoke his name.

Her lips. Oh, how he starts to get closer to them, his pulse racing with the need to taste those cupid's lips. Something dark swirls inside Ram when he realizes that he wants to see them swollen from his kisses.

The same darkness carries over to how Ram wants to spend every night ravaging her voluptuous body. Make sure she can’t walk in the morning from being with him. Mark her body so she knows she belongs to him.

Him. He wants her to belong to him. Only him. He wants her to only pay attention to him. Care only about him.

Ram’s bruised hand travels from Y/N’s cheeks, to her waist. Y/N trembles and her breath catches in her throat. "Ram?"

With awareness of his injuries, Y/N lifts her hand and lays it on his face, brushing her thumb down the delicate edge of his mouth. Her probing eyes linger for a while over his, searching for any indications of pain or discomfort.

With a hazy mind, Ram begins to rubs circle on her waist, lazy fingers trailing down the length of her sternum. Her skin prickles at the touch, and Ram melts at the moan he draws from her.

The moon witness their intimacy, blowing gentle breeze with an intoxicating scent. The rain that pours matches the rhythm of their hearts.

The sheets tangle with their legs and the bedsheet crumbles when Ram slowly turns the two over, with Ram on top and Y/N beneath him.

Ram doesn’t whether it is the pain from his injuries or his feelings for Y/N that make carnal desires to course through his body at the sight of Y/N under him.

With half lidded eyes, Y/N swallows, peering deeply into his eyes.

His eyes which are a puzzle to his soul. The puzzle that once you solve it, you have access to his soul that shoulders many burdens. All through the window of his eyes.

A puzzle that Y/N is willing to solve. A burden is ready to help him out with. A window that she is ready to peer through. All to get a look at his beautiful soul.

The sight of Y/N gulping latches Ram’s eyes to her neck. A hiss escapes his lips when he finds a small black mole on the side of her neck; presumably her sweet spot.

Ram drags his hand over the lenght of Y/N’s stretched arms, intertwining his hands with hers, almost binding her to spot with his tight grip.

The translucent curtains dance to the winds of kama, casting the perfect veil of privacy and security on the couple.

Ram tries, yet fails to control himself from lowering his face into her neck. His hot breathing fanning her hair away from the neck.

A chortled falls from Y/N’s lips just as Ram’s beard comes in contact with the skin under her chin. He feels Y/N shift below him, her hand tightening her grip on his.

Ram’s lips peck tenderly over the small mole on her neck, her breath catching in her throat. “Ram…”

Ram watches as Y/N’s eyes roll back into her head when she experiences pleasure like she has never before. It only urges him more, fueling the fire of his desire for her.

Continuing with his task, Ram peppers Y/N’s soft neck with kisses, tender and gentle — some feeling like a brush of his lips against her skin.

The moonlight, the rain, and the wind all are witnesses to the two lovers burning in the fire of their passion and true love.

Letting the souls unite is the task of tonight’s romantic weather. Fire and Earth coming together to help one’s ferocity and the other’s gentleness.

However, it seems that the Gods have other plans. It seems that tonight is not the best night for the reunion of Fire and Earth, when water isn’t in the equation of their lives.

So when Y/N, who was previously feeling a knot of pleasure in her stomach, feels a sudden weight thump on top of her, it startles her out of her sensual state.

Slowly opening her eyes, Y/N is faced with the sight of a mop of black hair. Lifting her head, she notices the sleeping form of Ram on top of her.

His head is nestled in the crook of her neck, one of his hand intertwined with her own and the other underneath, wrapped around her waist. His legs lay between the partition of her own legs.

Sighing heavily, Y/N lets her arm swaddle the back of Ram’s head, softly scratching his hair on the back.

Turning her head to side, she watches as the moon filters the beauty of her face. Under the noor and protection of the chand, she closes her eyes, slipping into slumber.

The strings of their lives becoming more interesting with the moon’s light as its beautiful witness.

Dhaage Tod Lao

Chandani ke Noor ke

A/N: Please Chapal mat marna, I only know how to write this much smut for now. When I learn I promise I will write more.

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