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RRR Fanfic (Bheem-Jenny)

Hey RRR fans (especially Bheem girls), here is Part 2 of my long Bheem-Jenny intimate fic. Pls spread it to others in the fanbase if you like it. Hope you enjoy reading, do let me know, much more to go :)

Star-Crossed Lovers - Part 2 (Links to Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Bonus Part)

Bheem had been going through a myriad of emotions since he came back from the palace last week. After roaming the streets of Delhi for 6 months, he was finally able to make his way inside the palace and meet Malli. But the palace was formidable and Bheem knew he needed to pull off a miracle like no other to rescue Malli from that fortress.

He had a plan, but it needed to be foolproof. The animals seemed sufficient, but just to be sure he was wondering whether to capture a few more. Forests always made him calmer and gave him clarity of thought - so he left the city that evening and came to the forest on the outskirts of Delhi. They had found an abandoned hunter’s cabin here long back which they had been using to camp overnight before laying the trap for the animals early morning.

Bheem headed straight to the cabin - finding paths in the forest was a cakewalk for him after all. He wanted to be alone tonight, he needed to think and brace himself for the D-day. As he entered the hut and lied down on the small cot, he dreamt of being back in his village. Away from the worldliness and cunningness of big cities, back in the lap of mother nature. After fulfilling his vow of bringing Malli back.  

The city wasn’t all bad, but it was not meant for Bheem. He was a son of the forest, and that’s where he belonged. He couldn’t wait to go back to his people. He would miss the amazing family which had been taking care of him as their own - they had immediately understood his pain when he told them of his mission to rescue Malli. He would also miss Ram, who he had grown to love like a brother.

Somewhere from the back of his head came the thought of Jenny. Bheem was fascinated with Jenny - her kindness, her lovely smile, her beautiful dancing and just her pure heart. She seemed to be the only white person with a heart. Bheem was grateful that at least Jenny was there in the palace with Malli - he could sense that she would be the only one showing kindness and giving comfort to Malli, whatever little was possible. He also saw how she stood up for him (against her own people) at the market, at the party and also to Robert when they were entering the palace - he was moved by that. She had no hidden agenda, no ulterior motive. She was just kind, pure, loving and a beautiful soul. Jenny was the only shining light in the viciousness that were the British.

Yes, Bheem was definitely going to remember her. He had seen her once at the market after coming back from the palace, but was too preoccupied with his thoughts to go and meet with her. He prayed for her to not be there at the palace when he executes his plan. He could not get himself to think of the look on her face if she ever sees him like that. But it was something he had to do, whatever be the cost, so he tried to push aside his guilt and focus on the most important thing - saving Malli. He did not have the luxury to distract himself with thoughts of Jenny, so he wasn’t going to. He had to forget about her, and in all likelihood was never going to see her again.

…………………………………

Just a little distance away from the cabin, Jenny was trying everything in her power to enjoy the party. She danced with a few people and tried to smile through it. She ate all her favorite things and hung out with her closest friends. Nothing seemed to be working though. She made her way to the balcony overlooking the forest ahead and spotted the little stream flowing through it. Moonlight was shining on the water, it looked so peaceful and alluring, and only some distance away. She excused herself from the party, saying that she was tired, and sneaked out to the stream instead of going to her room. The path was uneven and she realized she was venturing deeper into the forest, but there was ample moonlight to guide her and the resort was also in her line of sight. She could also hear the slight hum of the music coming from the party right behind her, so she kept going forward.

Once she reached the stream, she sat on a wooden log on the bank and took in the lovely sight. She wanted to remember it and capture it in one of her paintings. The soothing breeze, the gurgling sound of the water flowing by and the serenity of the landscape were doing wonders for her restless heart. Her thoughts invariably went to Akhtar, and what he would be doing in that moment. She pictured him surrounded by family, having dinner and casually laughing over something he found ridiculously amusing. Jenny often wondered how normal families operated on a day-to-day basis - she had never experienced that in her life, her family was anything but normal. She was grateful for having a few good friends, but they were also swayed by the colonial mindset and didn’t really share her outlook towards life.

Consumed in her deep thoughts, she didn’t realize when she had started walking along the stream, deeper into the forest. When she looked around, she couldn’t see the resort behind her. The trees were denser, the moonlight was feeble, she had no idea where she was. Frantically, she tried to retrace her steps to make her way back to the resort, but ended up going in the opposite direction, further into the forest. She stopped in her tracks when she heard a few people talking slightly ahead of her, and was petrified when she got a closer look at them. They were clearly a bunch of dacoits, and there were so many. In her panicked state, she didn’t even notice that one of the men was standing just a few feet away from her. He spotted her, and lunged at her, roughly grabbing her upper arm. Jenny screamed for dear life, which got the attention of the rest of the group as well. The man covered her mouth shut with his other hand while his eyes roamed over her lewdly. She felt paralyzed with fear, but summoned all her presence of mind to kick the man’s leg to break free. Fortunately for her, the man lost his footing and fell backwards.

Jenny ran in the opposite direction, screaming loudly for help, hoping someone from the resort will hear her. And she ran straight into the arms of the man she was least expecting to see here.

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Nahh, nah it's not funny, I've got 'shipping ppl in real life problem' 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭

This whole interview just showcases charak for you like!!!! Ig bcz when you have a bestie like Rana interviewing you, you're just free to be yourself (even though there's a whole ass camera crew behind).

We also had this golden moment in the beginning where Rana asks Tarak about the +and - of the guy next to u and Tarak just pauses to look at Charan 😂😂 That's when you get that golden moment🥺🥺😂😂🌚🌚💓💓💓

Likeee!!!! 🤌🤌🥹 The poking and closeness like 'what u gonna say about me huuuhhhh' and Tarak being serious and Charan sniffing his nose to wash away the awkwardness???? 🥹🥹🥹🥹🌚🌚🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹I luv ittt!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

And, in the beginning of the interview we had them sitting like:

By the end☺️(and you get this basically in every interview where they have a common seat):

And throughout the interview, some part of them were always touching or very close to it. And from the start to the end, you'll see Charan inching closer (with Rhyme on the other side moving) and Tarak like, should I move or.... 😂😂😂

(bet you gave them 5 more min, Charan would've been on Tarak's lap. Esp if this was an off camera discussion)

Anyways, one thing is clear....they don't have personal space in their dictionary 😌🙌

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11. Kaali Kaali raaton se hone lagi h dosti.

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Akhtar looked on as Ram dug through his clothes in the cupboard. Folding his legs, he sat on the bed. "You don't have to."

"Shut up."

He sighed drumming his fingers on the wooden frame. He looked at the pool of perfectly clean and ironed shirts and pants around his feet.

"You better clean this up before Y/n sees it."

Sighing again, he leaned on his hand. Ram hummed distracted. This idiot is going to be in so much trouble.

"Ahaa!"

He blinked and turned his head just in time to get smacked by an undershirt in his face. "That could fit you."

Bheem looked at the white fabric in his hand. The first time Ram tried to dress him up was cute, second was fine, third was tolerable but now it was getting too much.

He didn't need to dress up and impress Jenny, outward appearances didn't matter to her. Ram was just an annoying bug who took this weird habit very seriously.

"I have this."

Bheem threw the undershirt back at Ram's head.

"Oh."

He smacked his head, Ram was now digging through another column. As cute as Ram's concern about his love life was, Bheem wasn't ready to be scolded Y/n.

All this mess was going to get Ram in trouble, he just knew it. Y/n would give him the worst stink eye while handing all these shirts and pants to be ironed again.

The saying 'gehu k saath ghun bhi pista' was haunting bheem. He was so going to be the ghun. He was going to be crushed along with the wheat like a bug.

"Bhai-"

He started, "you don't have to." It appeared his words fell on deaf ears. Ram neither turned nor hummed.

Before Bheem could think about how lucky he was, he heard faint sounds of payal. He flailed his arms from the bed to signal as if Ram's eyes were at the back of his head.

"Ye sb kya h?!"

Bheem scrambled to his feet and went to stand behind Y/n, "I didn't do anything."

"I can see."

He sighed quietly, in relief. Ram's frame was blocked by the cupboard. Bheem looked at the still shadow and barked a laugh, instantly forcing a cough to cover up.

"Ram?"

He quickly covered his face with a hand, he didn't know Ram was capable of squeaks.  I told you to clean up.

Y/n looked at the floor, covered in all the clean and crumpled shirts and pants. "I- Why did you throw the ties? The ties, Ram? You couldn't slide them?"

She bent down to pick up the blue tie.

"Bhabhi, I promised I'd meet Jenny."

She hid a smile, they were really cute together. "Ha, have fun."

Finally Ram shut the doors and looked at her. In purple saree and few wayward strands framing her face, he couldn't make out the meaning of her relaxed expressions.

Her forehead was void of lines and eyebrows were in their natural arch, why on earth she had the tiniest smile on her lips. Where did she learn to keep her eyes empty? And when?

"..y/n?" He hopped over the pile he had created, skeptical of her. "Are- are you mad?"

"Why would I be mad?"

She pressed her lips harder and bit the inside of her lip. His eyes widened comically slow and his shoulders raised making his face jut out.

He didn't believe her. She had to be mad. How could she not be, this must be sarcasm.

"Look around, why wouldn't you be mad?"

He's right, she mused, but he's so cute. His wide eyes did a wonder on her everytime she looked into them.

Pursing her lips, she took a step towards him and he took one back. Her breath picked up a little, hesitantly she stepped forward one more time and he backed once again.

His heart picked pace, her eyes didn't stray away. Apprehension left his mind, replaced by- by a strange anticipation.

The playful gleam in her eyes left him completely breathless. Did she not realize what she did to his poor heart?

He kept taking tiny steps till his back hit the wall.

Y/n pouted, she was too short to cage him between the wall and her hands like he did to her. Her eyes slowly advanced down from his face and came to stop at the button he loved to leave open.

It's like he doesn't realize what he does to me.

Ram was almost certain he was hallucinating. His wife was pressed upto him and fiddling with his shirt's buttons, this had to be some kind of a dream. The brilliance on her face was the one he had only witnessed in his dreams.

"Why would I be mad, patidev?"

He gulped, suddenly feeling extremely hot. A whine bubbled to his throat of how she wasn't being fair to him. He dreaded this would be too much and his patience would snap.

"Say na.."

Her voice went pierced his heart like an arrow from Manmatha's quiver. He clenched and unclenched his fingers on the side.

'I, uh.. you-"

His stomach flipped and he gulped, awaiting what she'd do next.

Y/n grazed his skin lightly with her nails, enjoying the pleasant view of him shivering.

Her heart thrummed against her ribcage- hair falling on his forehead, his lips slightly ajar and eyes unfocused.  She felt sparks under her skin.

"I'm not mad."

He felt her hand trace his collar before she tugged on it, pulling him down.  "How can I be mad at my chand? My pati? My parmeshwar?"

She bit back a giggle and ran her fingers through his short hair, massaging his scalp. Ram sighed, eyes fluttering in relaxation.

"I'm not mad because you will clean the mess you made."

Her lips grazed the shell of his ear, unable to resist, his eyes clenched and his heart flipped, the desire to hold her flush against him was rising with each passing second. All Ram could feel was the warm breath, her chest almost pressed against his, her scent cast a charm on him.

Y/n slowly retracted herself and took a few steps back before his eyes opened and the fog cleared. With shaking feet she took a step back, his eyes widened, she knew she had messed with him.

Fast as lightning, she turned and ran out of the room with Ram hot on her heels. Her feet thudded against the floor, laughter chimed through the house.

Her loose hair flew behind her in ripples, hands lifting the saree a bit and she looked back to see him at an arm's length.

Y/n squeaked and circled around the buckets huddled near the handpump, behind the sack of wheat and the dining table. Narrowly missing him, she ran back towards their room.

His eyes followed her, a familiar feeling simmered in his chest. He took long strides and finally grasped her arm, turning her face to him.

She gasped suddenly feeling her feet trip on air, yelping Y/n tried to brace herself against his frame.

Ram was out of breath and unsuspecting. Instinctively his arms circled around her waist, pulling her over him as they fell on the bed.

Legs hanging from the bed, they stayed there for a minute trying to catch their breath. She curled up on his side.

Ram wrapped his arm around her frame and pulled her half over him. He looked at the ceiling through the flimsy curtains.

Finally, his heart calmed down and the thudding in his ears dulled into nothing, allowing him to listen to her steady breaths.

Floral scent wafted from her freshly washed hair. She was busy drawing small circles over his shirt.  Cool breeze entered through the window.

"Do we have to?"

Y/n chortled, hiding her face. "Yes, we do."

Soft curls brushed against his cheek as she tried to get up. He fought the urge to pull her back to him.

She looked at her her husband, sprawled on the bed like a starfish and snorted. Her eye twitched again when she looked at the cupboard.

"I wasn't joking, you're the one who's going to clean his mess."

Her voice broke through his musings, he sat up and stretched his limbs as if he woke from a slumber.

"But-"

"No buts. I wont touch this at all."

He supposed it was only fair. Ram began collecting all the clothes on the floor and bundled them up on a chair.

"This?"

He looked at the red saree and shook his head. "You've complained it's too heavy before. We'll be there for a few hours, wear something light."

She rummaged through the stacks of silk and cotton again and pulled a beautiful yellow saree with green border. Taking out the blouse, she started walking towards the adjacent room.

It pinched her heart how they were still so far apart. Closer than they had ever been, sure but for some reason the fact that they still didn't have the comfort to change in the same room bothered her.

Most married couples had that, even the ones who barely tolerated each other then why couldn't her and Ram have that. She hoped some God heard her.

Tucking in the hip pleats, she reflected on last few months.

Once done with the saree, she went back in the room to see Ram on the bed, his undershirt was splayed on the side and he was just in his pants.

She gasped remembering the last time she saw him sitting like this, he didn't look mad- soothing herself she walked towards him.

Unpinned shoulder pleats opened and her pallu fell to her elbow, creating a drape. She stopped a couple steps away from the bed, "Ram?"

It seemed as if he didn't hear her. Y/n took a step forward and kept a hand on his shoulder gingerly.

"Ha?"

She sighed inadvertently, "where were you lost?"

"Nowhere." He shook his head, looking down.

Ram thought about his people back in the village, he remembered his promise. It pained him. He couldn't meet them till he fulfilled it.

Bed dipped beside him.

Y/n silently rubbed his arm, feeling the muscles ripple under her palm. "Do you not want to go? I can make any excuse next time I see Charu."

Her cousin, Charu was married in the same city as her. She had been pestering Y/n to visit her with Ram. Finally giving in, they decided to pay her cousin a visit in the evening.

"No! No.. I just- I haven't been to a relative's home in so long."

I haven't been to my relatives home in so long. She heard what he meant. Fighting the urge to shift closer, she continued the light caress, mapping the taut skin, the tension.

"We don't have to- if you really don't want to, we won't go. I don't mind, me and her aren't close anyways."

He looked at her, finally seeing the arch of eyebrow flatten and her forehead crinkle in worry. He only found sincerity in her eyes. He just wanted to stay at home and sleep.

Sleep.

He snorted remembering the time when he used to function  on mere two hours of rest.

"What?"

Ram leant forward, resting his chin on his locked hands. "Nothing." His eyes crinkled in humor when she lightly smacked his arm, "acha acha.. I just remembered how I used to stay awake at nights."

The white sheer curtains blew with the wind, she smiled as well. Her gaze traveled from his face to the shining silver chain.

Y/n hooked her arms with his, drawing it closer to her bosom and rested against his shoulder, "so we should cancel?"

His heart fluttered, feeling her soft skin graze his. It took everything in him to stay still and suppress the shivers. 

"No, let's go."

She stayed silent, just breathing silently, his mind wandered to their engagement.

She sat back straight, stretching out the moment before they would get up. He bit back an embarrassing sigh as she shuffled to the mirror.

Eyes hooded, with a lazy smile on his face he looked at her frame, longing for her. There was nothing he wanted more than to pull her in his arms. Straightening his back, Ram didn't break the stare.

Whenever he looked at her, it felt as if a haze descended on him. For that instant, that moment the world vanished in smoke. He relished the sweet view, committing the way her plump lips stretched, the way her eyes spoke to him- to his memory.

He saw how she shifted on her feet while brushing her hair, feeling the his flutter a little more when she swept them on a side baring the side of her neck.

His chest constricted and before he knew she was gasping in surprise. He caught her in an embrace, his arms around her waist.

Y/n was too focused on the electrifying grip, too distracted to form words for a few moments. Her heart tried to catch up with the beats lost because of him.

His facial hair tickled her neck as he pressed her back to himself and resting his chin on her shoulder. Unable to understand what he was doing, she simply held onto his hands locked in front of her.

Her throat refused to work, she looked in the mirror. Barely able make out the expression on his face she ran her fingers over his hands. All she saw was his hair falling on the forehead and his eyes, closed.

A slow shy grin formed on her lips as her fingers found their way to his face, cupping it lightly.

"Kya hua?"

She felt his cheeks lift in a smile, "I missed you." He whispered back making her heart soar.

Her eyes closed happily, indulging in his affections. Her breath hitched, feeling the tip of his fingers slowly caress her waist. Turning her head, she pressed a small, oddly angled kiss in his hair. I love you.

Comb was long forgotten on the floor, sun slowly inched behind the leaves. He felt every ounce of his body combusting, feeling the comfort as she combed through his hair.

He almost choked, wishing he could tell her how he felt. Ram imagined telling her one day, telling her how his heart beat for her, how his eyes searched for her, how he felt a strange pain whenever she wasn't around.

In his wildest dreams, she loved him back. In his half awake fantasies he could kiss her.

God how he wished he could kiss her..

When had he turned into such a lover.

He couldn't remember the time when he didn't wake up to her shining brown eyes. As much as kohl brought out her eyes, he absolutely loved seeing them bare.

I love you.

One day I'll tell you, thinking so he lay a chaste kiss on her temple.

He sighed in disbelief, the day he gathered enough courage didn't seem close. Squeezing her lightly one more time, he loosened the grip. He didn't want to let go.

Pressing his face in her neck one more time, he took a step back.

Y/n almost whimpered at the loss of contact. If he was trying to convince of her to stay home, he had succeeded.

"I'll get ready."

Her eyes widened like saucers, he  couldn't seriously be expecting her to walk out of the home right after he threw her brain in a frenzy.

Overcome by lethargy, she grabbed the back of his unbuttoned shirt, "some other time? Please?"

She watched his eyebrows arch and a knowing smile form on his face.

"Next time her husband pesters me, I'm blaming you."

Giggling, she couldn't help but wrap her arm around his broad shoulders, "You're the best!"

He couldn't help but laugh audibly either. He had married an absolute sweetheart. His fingers worked on closing the lower buttons as she swayed them lightly.

"Mhm, now what do you want for dinner?"

"What?"

He turned to her, breaking away from her embrace a bit, "what do you want for dinner? I'll get it."

Her eyes gleamed, "kachori!"

Hastily he tucked in the shirt and went out.

Y/n followed him to the door before switching on the lights. She collapsed on the chair like a heap, relaxed and happy.

She was glad that they didnt inform her cousin beforehand, nothing could have saved her then.

After waiting patiently for an hour or so there was a knock finally. She all but rushed to the door.

Securing the latch behind him, Ram handed her the bag. "Here."

"Go change, I'll set the table."

She watched him walk into the harsh yellow light. Leaves rustled above her, reflections from the metal containers laying around cast a glow on the veranda.

Changing weather bought with it a sense of tranquility. Her feet tingled in delight.

Basking in the feeling for a second, her feet rushed towards the kitchen. The packets were hot under her palm, she simply pulled out the plates and took out the contents from the paper bags.

She found an extra packet in the larger cloth bag. It wasn't warm, curious, she opened it.

Her eyes twinkled seeing the milkcakes. She loved them.

Just as she set down the plates, Ram walked out in his worn out yellow kurta. Y/n rolled her eyes.

"How long till you throw this away? Some of the rags are in better condition than this." She complained loudly.

He simple shrugged and muttered, "it's comfortable."

She imagined it was, it was a shame she couldn't pester him, he looked really good in that.

They ate in silence, enjoying the cold evening. After the harsh summers and relentless rains, these evenings felt like a blessing.

"Do you want something?"

She asked in between the morsels and waited as he hesitated and considered.

"No."

Y/n gave him another second. He quickly pointed to the chutney, asking for more.

She pressed her lips, biting back a fond smile. He loved coriander chutney.

"There's more right?" He asked quietly, she almost 'aww-ed' at how adorable he sounded.

"Haan."

Once again they lapsed in comfortable silence.

When both of them were done, she washed the utensils and he gathered up stuff lying around and locked the main door, as per their usual routine.

"I'm going up for a bit."

She simply hummed, focusing on the ash-y soap. It felt less irritating as her forehead was merely damp opposed to the usual dripping sweat.

Wiping her hands, she used the pallu to dab her face and pushed the loose strands behind her ear. Leaving the bulb in the living room on, she picked a handfan and went up.

She felt a dull ache in her calves, exhaustion finally setting in. Her shoulders drooped, her hands flailed a little on sides and she threw her head back.

Ram turned to the side startled as she plopped down on the swing. Chuckling, he took the fan from her kept it aside. Winds were pleasant. For the first time in months he liked how moonlight felt sheetal on his skin.

Stretching a little, he kept his arm over the blunt edges of the swing liking how Y/n immediately leaned against it. He gripped the metal to stop himself from curling his arm and bringing her to his chest.

Clouds approached from distance, he looked on- his eyes zeroing on the ominous looking tree in midst of the garden.

He knew she wasnt asleep, she was fiddling with a thread on his kurta. He remembered how she teased him earlier.

"You see that tree?"

Srunching her eyebrows, she looked at him and followed his sight to a tree. "Yes?"

No leaves. It looked cadaverous.

Ram hid a grin, "you remember that kid who jumped from the sixth floor in the next lane?"

"Haan. What about him?"

"It is said, he took shelter under that tree one stormy night and ever since he kept seeing a lady in white saree and sindoor over her face everywhere. Fed up of the mutilated visions, he jumped."

He angled his body towards her, biting his lip to keep a straight face.

Discomfort weaved through her, "what? Nonsense, none of this happens."

She hoped he didn't pick up the affirmative defense, she really hoped he didn't pick up on the fact that it was fake. Being a believer was such a pain when fate didn't bless you with courage.

Eyes widening like saucers, "Areyy it's not nonsense. A kid lost his life, how can you say it's nonsense?" He quipped loudly.

The gears of her brain turned, it worked to keep her from being scared. Y/n scoffed, not believing his story, "it could be that he was seeing things that weren't there. It happens."

Moon shone in the sky behind them. The shadows of balcony pricked her nerves. Back of the swing faced the room's window. A tiny flame burning on the table far from them didn't do much to illuminate the dark.

"Acha if it isn't true then why did your cousin keep hearing weird noises in the room right next to the peepal tree?"

Ram giggled on the inside, he knew it wasn't just her cousin who heard those screeches, "tell me, why the room next to the peepal?"

Dogs howled on the street. Shifting, she put a leg up, attempting to be discreet.

"We were kids!"

He could melt in a puddle, why did his wife had to look so adorable. Y/n almost let out an anxious exhale, her eyes darted to the room.

As the moon climbed, the shadows in the balcony grew stronger. She cursed the flickering flame of the candle. Did it have to flicker now? Why did her peripheral have to catch that?

"You know Mahesh? The guy I work with? Doors in his house keep unlocking on their own. How do you explain that?"

A bird chirped on their neem tree. It felt weird, wrong even, to hear birds around midnight. She looked at the dark leaves, cursing softly she folded both legs under her and shifted to face Ram.

He told her months ago, how locked doors opened with a loud bang at midnight at Mahesh's house. No burglar would make such a noise, and no one would open every single door and window, all at the same time.

"Must have been wind."

He put on a slightly quiet and deep tone, "wind? Wind was what your grandmother saw when she saw feet near the main door at two in the morning?"

Reminding her of the incident a few months ago, he looked forward flippant. Shuffle of fabric made way to his ears, when he looked at her again, her hand over the swing was no longer there but tucked at the front, her back didn't face the room anymore.

She remembered hearing a loud scream at the dead of night few days after their wedding. Suppressing a shudder she pulled her shoulders back, "it was dark, it could have been something else."

Gulping the knot in her throat, she argued weakly- adamant on keeping her dignity. Of course she knew what he was doing, this jerk, and she refused to loose.

"Tell that to poor girl who almost fell from stairs in the school."

"What girl?"

Ram pointed to a tall building visible faintly, "it is said a girl passed away from a severe asthma attack when her classmates bullied her, a few days ago a girl saw her wandering in the hall near stairs. Poor kid almost fell to her death."

She dithered, unable to repress the sudden quiver in her muscles, "sounds to me like she scared herself, nothing else."

The false bravado didn't fool him. He noticed how she curled up a little more with each instance he narrated. Mirth swam in his eyes.

"It isn't a trick of mind if someone else corroborates similar incidents, meri jaan. You know, the group of girls who bullied her see her, even often get tugged and scratched, inexplicably."

Y/n felt annoyance creep on her, she slapped his arm, "shouldn't you have less than little faith in those girl's stories, you know being a police officer?"

He didn't fully believe but then again, time had taught him to not be so dismissive of such matters.

"Okay, let me tell you what happened at the place I lived in before."

He too put up his feet and faced her. "Soo, it actually happened, like I'm not making this up."

Leaning in a conspiratorial fashion, he kept a hand over the back support of swing. "You've met the landlord right? He had fairly big family- him, his wife, their two sons and a girl. This happened during her wedding ceremonies."

She didn't know whether to believe him, he was clearly doing this to scare her. Her heart beat in suspense nevertheless.

"I lived in the room across the hall, it was the day of her haldi ceremony. Everything was going fine, relatives were swarming the house, kids were creating a ruckus, girls and boys were dancing to dholak and songs- it.. it was beautiful."

He smiled, for a second forgetting that he was supposed to be focusing on the build up and suspense.

"She was so happy, Chitra.. "

She was.. until she wasn't. He felt a pinch in his heart, remembering how their happiness was snatched within seconds.

"They were putting her in a normal saree but she.. she insisted on a white one with golden border! I don't think I saw her happier ever.."

Y/n looked on with an identical smile, it sounded like a fond recollection. She saw how his eyes unfocused and he dived in the memories, he wasn't making it up, she realized.

"Really?"

"Yeah! You know who was happier? Her younger brother," he huffed out a laugh, that rowdy kid. "He's a passionate kid, you know. His innocence was taken from him too soon."

For reasons different from Ram but he understood the loss, nonetheless.

"Right so, they were happy and then a man came running, yelling and sobbing, tripping over stones. He told them how Chitra's uncle, her father's elder brother had passed away that morning..."

Smiles from their faces dropped faster than a raindrop hitting earth.

"Girls who have been touched by haldi aren't supposed to step out without blessed thread on their wrist or on empty stomach. Chitra- she forgot everything the second his body was bought out in the lane for antim darshan, she cried and ran out without the thread."

He was there, he saw her coming down the stairs, screaming. He didn't stop her.

"She loved him, he was her favorite uncle, he was the one who fought for her education. She couldn't bear the loss, when she saw him- draped in yellow sheet and tied to bamboo ladder. All the rules- she didnt care. Dropping beside him," Ram gulped, the scene playing vividly before his eyes. "She hugged him, begged him to wake up. It was her wedding, he had to be there for var puja, jaimala, he had to be there for her kanyadaan."

Y/n kept a hand on his knee.

"Yeah, so she wailed and cried till they had to take him. Perhaps the grief was too much, the family forgot that she had been near him without protection. They were too eager to marry her off, they didn't see fit to wait for thirteen days before hosting an auspicious occasion in their house."

If only he had spoke up, Ram thought.

"A few days after her wedding, her husband dropped her home saying she was behaving crazily. Everyone was confused, Chitra had a stable head on her shoulders. Anyways, all the confusions were cleared two days later when she spoke for the first time."

Snorting, he thought back to that night when he had come home late and saw a group of people huddled near their portion of house.

"Her eyes were inhumanly wide, like they'd pop right out and she behaved strange. Some kid said, she was screaming wildly and grumbling."

He looked at his wife, she seemed freaked out, he had been frazzled too.

"This continued for a few days, several doctors, pandits and just about everyone was called. No doctor could conclude what happened to her, no prayers by pandit worked, she was still behaving amazingly crazy."

Y/n shifted a little closer, looking back for a split second.

"The entire building was scared, families living on rent had asked their kids to stay away. Everyone slept on the terrace huddled together, all the residents were convinced that there was something wrong with her. Then one day," He took a second to breathe a disbelieving laugh.

"Then one day, she called her mother in her room. Since aunty was scared, she took me and two other people with her. Chitra said, 'there is someone standing at the stairs downstairs, ask him to move away or I'll kill him.' We all scrambled out to see if there was someone-"

Y/n leaned forward, squeezing his arm, "and? Was there?"

"Her elder brother was standing at the last step, talking to a guy. We all screamed at him to leave that space and when he did, we ran back to her room. She looked somewhere on the wall emptily and chuckled, getting up. Without a word she went down and laid on the cot in the sun."

She looked sideways, seeing the candle blow out with a final flicker and immediately clutched his arm tighter. He saw slight tremors in her frame. He had been surprised and scared out of his mind as well, whatever it was, Chitra had terrified them all.

"Her family didn't waste a single more second and rushed her to mehendipur wale Balaji."

Goosebumps erupted all over, and in a breathy squeak she asked, "then? Then what? Is she okay? Or is she still?"

"Oh no, when they came back, she was still a little unsettled, but they visited the temple regularly till she became normal. She's fine now, has a baby. She did tell that it was her uncle's spirit."

Y/n could only whisper a small oh.

"Still think none if this happens?"

He laughed as she pressed herself in his shoulder and muttered a no.

"Let's go now, it's too late and stay with me, isn't this the hour when ghosts lurk openly?"

She smacked his arm, "Shut up," Whining as he chortled again, at her shaky words.

"Acha acha, devi ab nhi hasunga. Let's go now?"

His lips stretched in a wide grin as she clung to his arm when they walked.

Reaching the stairs, she stopped in the track, "I'm gonna go first." Y/n suppressed the urge to knock him over head when his shoulders shook in humor, she was far too scared.

He trailed behind watching his wife run to their room and hide beneath the thin covers.

Switching off the bulb, he climbed in, feeling a strange happiness as she snuggled into him. "Just- just don't let go okay?" Y/n took his hand, kept it over herself and held it.

Ram smiled, looking at their hands, "never." He kissed her head before dragging her closer and caging her in his arms, secure.

It's really a miracle how i wrote this everytime my brain had been overworked to death and i couldnt sleep because my body ached. Tbh i think my state really reflects on this piece as there's isn't really a coherence here.. chile anyways I hope it saves you from boredom for a few minutes. If you see any mistake pls forgive it, i was falling asleep when i proofread lmao.

If you want to be tagged in further works or removed pls lemme know. :))

Edit :: feedback? Because likes don't tell me if you want to read stuff like this or not. 😭 Too long? Too short? Too boring? Too generic? Whatever you feel tell me

[eremin0109]

Mrityunjay: Durykarna (1)

bro B r o BRO I'm halfway through Mrityunjay, right now on Duryodhan's POV and I SHIT YOU NOT his description of Karna is straight (hah) out of a fucking romance novel.

I MEAN THIS SHIT;?!!!?! Fucking G O L D

(The following translation sucks but trust me when I say that this gay loser describes Karna in the most flowery way POSSIBLE)

He (Karna) has a way of making all those who were close to him, his own in every way. With his many attractive qualities, he has won over the vast majority of citizens in this capital city. But his most powerful and mesmerizing trait is his enviable personality (in this context; his physical appearance). Whenever he stands in front of me, I don't know why but it feels like there are countless particles of radiance fluttering right in front of me. Every time I look into his blue eyes, the blue vastness of the sky pales in comparison.

Sometimes, I would run into him on the royal staircase of the palace as he was returning from a bath (in river Ganga). I will never be able to forget the way he looked then. The way the residue of the clear droplets of Gangetic water shines brilliantly in his wet, curly golden hair, it reminds me of dewy sunflowers in the garden that dance to the tune of the wind.

His gentle swaying earrings, his magnificently smooth forehead, his nose as straight as a flagpole, the colour of reddish-pink lotuses flushed across his cheeks, arched golden eyebrows racing towards his ears, biceps as large as an elephant’s trunk, the carved, glowing muscles of his calves, his broad and elevated chest could be likened to the huge back of one of the mega turtles of Ganga, his neck round and thick like an arrowhead, his shoulders were strong and chiseled, not unlike a bull’s and all of these features were beautifully enhanced with his sunlike round face!

In my opinion, there was no other man that could rival Karna’s distinguished beauty (and caliber) in the entirety of Hastinapur. He’s reserved and talks very little. But his silence is a living commentary! Whenever he speaks, the sound resembles the clear gong of a mace smashing against another, grainy and deep. 

In the terms of voice and the style of speaking, Karna is only second to the Grandsire (Bhishma), who is my favourite. 

Sometimes while talking, he would break into a breath-taking smile and his teeth would cast a golden glow and I...

and I forget Guru Drona’s hurtful neglect towards me, forget the insults hurled at me by Bhima-Arjun, hundreds of wounds that scrap the deepest corners of my heart are long forgotten. I forget that I’m the crown prince of the Kurus, forget that tomorrow I’m going to be the emperor of Hastinapur. And like the endless buzzing of a bee, only one thought starts spiraling in my head--

“Is Karna really a Suta (the son of a Suta)? In the modest hut of a charioteer, could a man bearing such an ethereal form be born? Is Karna really inferior?”

Then my soul tells me quite defiantly, “Karna is not a charioteer’s son! He is the epitome of brilliance! How can a glowing jewel (*paraphrased) be born in a cave of darkness? Karna must be some celebrated king’s bright and courageous son. Karna must be a Kshatriya!”

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[carminavulcana]

Summary-

Bheem and Jenny finally get to enjoy their relationship. Having dealt with so many ups and downs, it is only fair that they get a chance to experience the beauty and blessings of life as well.

There is one last remaining obstacle in their path. In this story, they will overcome that as well. But like all things in their lives, it won't be without its own unique challenges.

This fic was originally going to be one giant 10,000 word monster. But I am tired and I think it needs at least another 5,000 words. So I am posting it as two chapters.

The second chapter will be posted in the evening. If you want to get a sense of how I have envisioned Bheem and Jenny (for more context for this story), please read my previous stories, 'Twelve Hours,' and 'A Promise of Eternity.'

'Sanctuary' can be considered a continuation of these fics.

This story is all fluff-- thanks to @ronaldofandom who has managed to get me to write this. I struggled with it, that goes without saying. Fluff is very hard to write! My kudos to all you fluff writers out there!

Excerpt-

“Are you stupid?” Bheem scolded her. “Who untangles knots with a thin comb? You should always use a wide-toothed comb after applying a slight amount of coconut oil to your hair. That makes the process so much smoother. And no breakage, no pain!” 

“You know a lot about haircare. Is there anything under the sun that you don’t know about?” 

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[yehsahihai]

Smiles of our hearts

@dumdaradumdaradum I know you asked me for something else, but this story really went somewhere else while I was writing and followed it, soooo............ yeah

“Y/n, y/n, jaan, can we please don’t do this? Please?” 

“I’m sorry jaana. But we have to.”

“Y/n we can do this another day also naaaaa.”

Y/n turned, hands on her hips  as she spoke in her sternest voice, “Alluri Ramaraju, it is August. Do you realise what that means? Festivals. So many festivals. There’s Ganapati, Navratri, Dusshera, Diwali, beech mein all the other smaller poojas and you have approximately zero, and I mean zero clothes.”

Ram pouted at that, before replying in his most indignant voice, “Ayyy mataraani. I have clothes. What are you talking about”

Y/n rolled her eyes at that. “Haan sorry. My bad. You can celebrate in your uniform thik hai? Ghar ke bahar baithe rehna”

“Arreeee. Fine. Agreed. But why does it have to be nowwww??????”

Y/n couldn’t help chuckle at that. Her husband, the fierce police officer, the one who could bring down entire riots, was whining like a child at the thought of shopping. Still smiling, she answered, “Ram I know you don’t care much for celebrations and all. I get that, really. But that was when you were alone. Ab mai hoon na? If not for anything else, just come along to indulge me?”

He could have melted right there and then. Ab mai hoon na. When was the last time someone had spoken so gently to him? Or asserted their place in his life like her? He didn’t even remember. And when she asked it like that, when she asked him to do it for her happiness, who was he to deny? Feeling a smiletugging at the corners of his mouth, he answered, “Thik hai. Let’s go.” 

“Really?? Thank you, thank you, thank you!!”

She was jumping with happiness. God damn it his heart shouldn’t be flipping at that. He did not need to feel butterflies in his stomach at seeing her smile. He shouldn’t have been that attracted to the way her hair was bouncing around with her. But here he was, looking at his wife, wearing an expression that could only be described as lovesick.

Y/n stopped jumping as she realised Ram had gone very quiet. Looking at him, she saw him looking-well, she wasn’t even sure how he was looking at her. All she knew was it was causing her heart to work double time the longer she stood there gazing at him. 

“Ram?”

“Hmmm?” Was she moving closer? Oh gods she was.

“Ram! Kya hua?”

Shaking himself out of his stupor, he realized a) he had to say something that wouldn’t make him look like a fool b)she was standing very, very close to him. If he took one step ahead, they’d be breathing the same air. It almost made him shiver.

 “Nahi, kuch nahi. Just, if you are going to take me to the market-”

“Haan?” 

“-You have to buy me a kulfi”

Y/n really had to break out in giggles at that. He really was a little child when he wanted to be.

“Accha baba, thik hai. You’ll get your kulfi” 

Ram actually grinned at that, a full-blown gorgeous grin that showed off his dimples. Y/n couldn’t help but stare at that. He so rarely looked like that, eyes crinkled, dimples deepening, that she treasured every instance. It made her heart soar to know she was the cause of that happiness. 

Ram didn’t even realise when his hand found hers as they walked out, but he knew that he didn’t plan on letting go anytime soon.

“Chaliye raanisaahebaa. Looks like we’re going to the market”

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[aru-loves-krishnaxarjuna]

Krishnarjun fans, especially @h0bg0blin-meat @prettykittytanjiro and @rorapostsbl maybe this can fuel your Krishna x arjuna heart ✋️😭

[melancholicmonody]

*Balram holding their firstborn*

Kanha : Oh Mahadev, I can’t believe one of us actually has one of these.

Subhadra: I know, I still am one of these.

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[jrntrtitties]

Here's my first (ever work lol) official entry into @celebrrration Day -1!!! Angst, some angsttt!!!

A small edit of how circumstances lead to Ram having to let go of Bheem or be left behind..🥲🥹🥹

I usually don't do edits for my fandom, so yeah, it ain't a great edit, but I believe the feels are there? 😭 Inspired from @rambheemlove cuz she put the idea in my head in the past saying 'something about the way Ram is always left behind'. To edit (with my meager skills of course) for the fandom is influenced by these 2 amazingggg editorsss @rambheem-is-real whose insta edits of rrr are just top notch🤌🤌🤌!! And @your-villainous-neighbour whose edit I saw was the base rock for my love for rambheem....and their love for each other!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Also, one big SPECIAL THANKS to Pat @bromance-minus-the-b !! Without her motivation, I wouldn't even be writing this here...😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

Tagging all peeps!!

Please tell me if you wanna be added or removed!!! 😭❤️

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[fangirlshrewt97]

A Dog’s A Heavy Burden

Well I think it has been forever (3 weeks?) since I last posted something. So sorry folks, real life has swamped me, but I am hopeful in the next couple weeks I might get some more time to write (especially TAOAT). 

Anyways, this is the shortest piece I’ve ever published but the idea was so cute (inspired by a gifset that crossed my dashboard). Plus I just wanted to write something cause it has been forever.

And I couldn’t find the photo of these two I actually wanted, but the story is about them so here’s a cute photo instead:

Let me know what you think!

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"Ram! Are you ready? We need to leave in a few minutes to meet your sister in time." Upasana called out as she touched up her hair in front of the bathroom mirror.

No response.

"Ram!" Upasana called out again. 

Still silence. 

Upasana frowned. Usually, her husband gave some sort of acknowledgement. Especially if he was in the next room. 

She peered out the door, brows furrowing when her husband was nowhere to be seen. Hadn’t he said he would be back by now? 

Grabbing her earrings, she started to put them on as she walked in search of her spouse. 

Both the kitchen and the home gym were empty. Just where was he? 

"Ram?" Upasana called out again from the middle of the house. Finally, she heard a faint reply from the direction of the hall. 

She walked that way, a little annoyed from the search. Just what was he playing at? 

"Ram! We're going to be late!" She said as she approached the hall.

"Sorry Upsi, I'm kind of stuck." Ram called out.

Stuck? What? 

Upasana hurried into the hall, stopping at the entryway with wide eyes. She bit her lips to keep from laughing at the sight.

Charan was sprawled out on the floor on his back, still in his running clothes. On his chest laid a very cozy looking Rhyme, tail thumping rhythmically with Charan's head scratches.

"Really dear?" Upasana said, covering her mouth to hide her smile.

Charan craned his neck backward to look at her with pleading eyes. "Don't laugh! I can't get up!"

Upasana raised an eyebrow, "Can't? Or won't?"

Charan pouted at her before looking at the sleeping dog on his chest. Slowly he bent his elbows and tried to leverage himself up, only to have Rhyme growled and bat her paw in his face. Charan dropped back to the floor. Rhyme sank back down, rubbing her nose against his sternum before closing her eyes. Then she opened them again and yapped at him, making Charan's hand jump up to scratch at her head.

Upasana's shoulders shook from restrained laughter.

Charan looked at her again. "I'm trapped."

Upasana nodded once, earlier annoyance disappearing in front of this adorable and ridiculous scene. She walked forward to kneel at his side, and pet down Rhyme's back, making the little dog make happy sniffling sounds. She slowly slid a hand in between Charan's chest and Rhyme's belly, and lifted.

Rhyme whined for a minute until Upasana tucked her under her own chin, cradling her like a baby.

She looked up at her husband who was staring at her with a besotted look on his face.

Her smile was soft but equally fond as she poked Charan's side. "Go get ready, the driver will be here in 10 minutes."

Charan sat up, leaning over to press a kiss on his wife's cheek. "You're incredible."

Upasana laughed. "Among the many reasons you married me. Now go."

Charan smiled his patent boyish grin (the one that still made her blush like in their school days). "Yes ma'am."

Upasana watched as he left the room to get ready, hopefully quickly. She looked down at the dog staring at her with sleepy eyes. She cooked at Rhyme. "What was it girl, felt like sleeping on Dad? Did he make a good pillow?"

Rhyme barked, making Upasana laugh. "Yeah, I agree. He's quite comfortable."

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[lovingperfectionwonderland]

When I say 'every picture tells a story'. This is what I mean. Look at these pictures......😭😭😭 4th picture z me as charan looking at Tarak while ignoring the whole world 😁😁

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