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Poor Cousin Ella (CHAPTER 3)

Summary: Fan Fiction about the last weeks of Princess Elisabeth of Hesse.

Characters: Princess Elisabeth of Hesse, Grand duke Ernst Louis of Hesse, Tsar Nicholas II of Russia, Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna of Russia, Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia, Lilian Wilson (Elisabeth’s nanny), Margaretta Eagar (OTMA’s nanny)

Ratings: everyone

The little girls ran through the doors and into the front hallway. Little Maria quickly stopped when the saw the big glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling. She was amazed at how shiny and big it was. 

As Maria was distracted, Ella, Olga, and Tatiana were already racing up the grand staircase, with Anastasia was struggling to keep up. 

“Marie baby, why don’t you go join your sisters” Miss Eagar gently whispered into her ear. She quickly snapped out of her hazy state and quickly caught up to the others.

“Olga, Tatya, Ewwa, wait fow me!” Maria said as she ran up the staircase.

The older girls were already at the top of the staircase and they were motioning for the little ones to hurry up.

Maria stopped where Anastasia was and gently took her hand and helped her to the top. “Baby darling, hold my hand.” She said.

The girls were about to head off when Miss Wilson stopped them. “Girls, don’t go too far ahead of us! We don’t want you getting lost.”

“Oh Miss W! If you think we are going too fast then you should just hurry up!” Ella said as Tatiana snickered at the funny comment.

“Ella, listen to Miss W.” Ernie said while holding in a laugh. He loved his daughter but sometimes she needed to be reprimanded. 

“Miss Eagar, Miss Wilson, why don’t you two get settled in your rooms, we can handle the children for a few hours.” Ernie affirmed to the two nannies. 

“Are you sure you can handle these five goofballs?” Miss Wilson whispered to the Grand Duke. Meanwhile, the girls found a mirror in the long upstairs hallway and were practicing their curtsies in it.

“Oh believe me, I might be a Grand Duke but I am also one of the biggest goofballs around here. I know all of their tricks.” Ernie smiled.

“Who wants a piggyback ride?” Ernie asked the little girls who started jumping for joy and shouting “ME!”

The girls were shrieking with delight as Ernie pretended to be a bird, balancing each one of them on his back as he whooshed down the hallway. Nicky and Alix were just coming up the stairs when they saw the joyful chaos unfolding.

“Ernie really is the best uncle to our girls.” Nicky said to Alix.

“What about Misha? The girls love him.” Alix responded. Misha was Nicky’s younger brother and the girls also loved him very much as Alix said. 

“But the bond is not the same with him as it is with Ernie.” Nicky said as he observed his girls with their uncle and cousin.

“It’s because of Ella” Nicky continued. “She is the glue that holds us all together. She is the sunshine that eliminates the gray clouds. I don’t know what life would be without her…”

You would know soon Nicky…

The two smiled at each other for a minute. They both knew this was true.

“Mama, Mama,” Tatiana called. “Where are our rooms?” 

The little girls were starting to get curious in their surroundings as  they were getting less and less interested in Ernie’s endless piggyback rides.

“Here darling,” Alix said while taking Tatiana’s hand. “I’ll show you.” 

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“I’m a fairy princess!” Olga sang as she ran around the room with a blanket acting as her “fairy gown”.

“Well if you’re a fairy princess then I am a fairy prince!” Ella shouted as she jumped on Olga’s bed.

The girls had two separate rooms that were a few doors down from each other in this particular suite. Olga and Tatiana shared a room that was right next to Maria and Anastasia’s room, which therefore was two doors down from Ella’s room.

The girls had begged repeatedly that they wanted to share a room with each other, but the adults could not be broken in their decision. After all, if the girls were together in one room, they would be keeping everyone awake at night with their endless playing and squeals of delight!

Ella was very disappointed at not sharing a room with her favorite cousins so as soon as she realized that the girls were two doors down, she raced to Olga and Tatiana’s room and started playing.

“But I don’t understand!” Ella complained to the girls. “I begged Papa to let us share a room and I thought that all of my begging worked but it didn’t!”

Ella slumped down on one of the beds and pouted. “Was I not cute enough?”

“Oh Ella,” Olga said as she sat next to Ella and put her arm around the little Princess. “Of course you are cute! I think that your Papa and my Mama just don’t understand what it’s like to be a kid anymore.” 

Olga brushed a tear from Ella’s soft cheek as Tatiana sat next to the two.

“But Ella, we can always have sleepovers!” Tatiana suggested which made the young one perk up a bit.

“Oh yes Tatiana! What a smart idea!” Ella squealed as she gave her cousin a fierce hug! “I guess I was too distracted at my Papa’s lack of childhood knowledge.”

The girls were interrupted by two little bursts of lightning coming in from the adjoining room.

“OLGA EWWA TATYA WET’S PWAY!” The two littlest Grand Duchesses said in unison as they jumped onto the bed!

“I dibs being the fairy princess!” Olga said as she jumped off of the bed and grabbed a blanket off of the second bed in the room. She very meticulously wrapped it around her hair and declared that it was her “fairy gown”.

“Well girls, don’t I look absolutely stunning?” Olga asked rhetorically to the smiling girls who were already starting to get on their own fairy costumes.

In the other adjoining rooms in the suite, the adults were starting to unpack their luggage, giving their faithful servants a break from their tireless efforts.

“I never thought that our girls would be this happy in a remote, dreary place in Poland.” Nicky stated to Alix who was folding various blankets. “It’s quite a wonder how little Ella can change their attitudes, I have barely heard any bickering this whole trip.”

“It really is a wonder, Nicky…” Alix said as Ernie entered the room.

“It’s almost dinner time, should I check in with the chefs to see if they can whip something up real quick?”

“Ah yes! Ernie that would be a blessing, thank you!” Alix went over to hug her brother at the edge of the door.”

Nicky smiled at the sweet moment from across the room. 

“I’M GOING TO TURN YOU INTO A FROG YOU NASTY LITTLE HUMAN!!!” The adults heard from across the hall.

“Are conversations sound so boring compared to the little girlies’” Ernie stated happily. “If only they could hear out conversations when we were young.”

“Ah the good old days!” Alix hugged Ernie tight. Their childhood wasn’t exactly easy, but at least they had each other.

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“Maria eat slower darling.” Alix said to her third daughter as she was scarfing down her meager meal of chicken broth and bread.

“But Mama I’m hungwy!” Maria whined.” 

“Mashka, darling we have all the time in the world, honey!” Alix wiped Maria’s messy cheeks and slowly spooned the hot broth into her mouth.”

“Mama feed ME!” Anastasia said joyfully! She loved when her mama fed her like she was still a baby.

“Oh Nastya! I’m all the way across from you! Let Nana feed you darling.” The two littlest girlies sometimes called Miss Eagar Nana because she was their nanny of course! 

Alix was indeed all the way across the table. At the two head of the long rectangular table were Nicky and Ernie at each adjoining sides. Ella sat next to her father and Tatiana sat next to Ella which infuriated Olga A LOT. During the next couple of days Ella sat in the  middle of the two eldest Grand Duchesses which cooled the impending arguments each night.

Today however Olga sat next to her beloved Papa which left her distracted from her ongoing obsession with sitting next to her favorite cousin. Maria sat next to Olga and Alix sat next to Maria. 

Sitting on Nicky’s right were little Anastasia and Miss Eagar, and Miss Wilson sat on Ernie’s right, next to Alix.

The table was very lively with constant conversation and giggles from the little girlies. Sometimes you could hear the occasional whining or crying from an upset child, but that didn’t happen often because this whole family was just simply happy.

“Auntie Alix?” Ella asked her aunt, halfway through chewing the rest of her bread.

“Yes Ella?” 

“Are you absolutely sure that you need ALL of your daughters?” I would be more than happy to take one, or two…”

That comment gave the table a little laugh. Everybody knew that Ella yearned for a sibling, especially a sister. Many times before she offered to take her younger cousins Anastasia and Maria but her Auntie and Uncle firmly stood their ground. 

The rest of dinner was filled with joyful laughs and happy smiles, little did the family know, but this would be one of their last dinners with poor cousin Ella…

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Surprise release of chapter 3!!!! I told you all I would release it soon!! I hope you all love this chapter as it was my favorite to write, and I hope you have a fun time reading! 🤍 (new chapter also released on AO3)

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🕉 Sai Satcharitra Simplified 🙏 9.1 Tatya Kote and the European Man 🌼 Chapter 9, Part 1

🕉 Immerse yourself in the spiritual teachings of "Sai Satcharitra Simplified" 🙏 as we delve into Chapter 9, Part 1 - "Tatya Kote and the European Man." 🌼 In this profound video, we explore the interactions and lessons shared between Tatya Kote, a beloved devotee of Sai Baba, and a European visitor. Discover the cross-cultural exchange of wisdom and the transformative impact of Sai Baba's presence. This chapter unveils the universal nature of spirituality and the power of divine connection that transcends boundaries. Join us to experience the beautiful convergence of souls on a journey of enlightenment.

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Masquerade (Chapter 1)

Summary: This is your third season and your aspirations on finding love are dwindling but news on Lady Whistledown’s society pages say that there is to be a foreign royal in attendance to the season. Could this royal dignitary be the one you’ve been waiting for, or could there be a mysterious stranger lurking in the shadows, waiting to pluck your heart for his?

Disclaimer: I do not own Bridgerton nor The Mandalorian- all rights go to the owners and creators of their separate stories.

Warnings: Descriptions of violence and minor blood and wounds- nothing too major. (I tell you, we’re getting into it, I promise!)

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| Prologue | Chapter 2 |

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Din stormed down the hall of his newly acquired estate, red cape catching the air behind him from the force of his gait and the beskar armour he proudly wore, winked in the early morning sun.

His helmet was tucked under his arm, leaving his uncovered features twisted in an enraged scowl and his untamed curls bouncing freely with his violent gait as he darted for the double doors that would lead him to the dining hall where his company would be breaking their fast.

The place in which he resided in had been bought once he had solidified the trade agreements with the Queen of England, the residence too lavish for his liking. It was more suited to Greef Karga’s own extravagant tastes, the man was his financial advisor but sometimes Din found himself lamenting in agreeing to bring the older gentleman into his court.

The house was dripping in the deepest red materials and gold accoutrement to accompany the ridiculously flamboyant furnishings Greef had purchased with the Crown’s treasury. It was a wholly unnecessary investment as Din had expressed his distaste for the country and its many crippling social demands and their tunnelled, biased view on the rest of the world around them.

When he had heard from the month’s financial statement and use of the treasury account that the properties Greef had purchased on behalf of his Majesty rivalled the livestock towns in their homeland, Din was furious but unable to do much of anything but issue Karga with a stern warning.

Karga made good on his promise to cease his incessant and improper spending habits but it seems Din was a little too late on that front.

Din growled, baring his teeth as he pushed the double doors open with one hand, dark eyes searching the table as his two Mandalorian guards, Sofir and Tatya- unhelmed, stood immediately and pressed their fists to their cuirasses. Both were young, perhaps too young to be kings guard but Din noticed their skill and the pride they had in their country. He chose them over the more experienced Mandalorian’s and he never regretted it.

Their half-eaten plates were abandoned in their hurry to address their king. The large table, some would say was ornate. A fine piece of craftsmanship.

Din would call it gaudy- unnecessary for a man who needed little and survived longer than the most socially capable of people.

For a moment, Din’s reality swirled and he was faced with humble surroundings. A different life, a life he was happier leading. With an internal shake of his head, the unwanted memories faded and he was once again immersed in the riches he was steeped in.

Din would have been fine with a crate and two boxes for chairs, but he could no longer be that man.

“Manda’lor.” Sofir and Tatya greeted him, bowing their heads in respect.

Din nodded curtly and gestured for them to return to their meals as he turned his piercing gaze to the foot of the table, searching. “Where is General Vizsla?”

Sofir turned her blue eyes to her king and swallowed the portion of fruit almost nervously, “I caught sight of him in the training room, perfecting his strikes.”

Din almost snarled his gratitude before whirling back out of the dining room with renewed vigour.

Long legs took him hurtling down the winding halls of his estate before he twisted the ornate knob and pushed the door open, revealing the training room in which Din, at the time of assembling each piece of equipment, was looking forward to utilizing at some point in between the droning events and simpering debutants and their aggravating mothers.

Even though he may not be what he formerly was, it did not mean he couldn’t keep his skills as sharp as the blade he wore on his back. Amongst the different equipment was a large ring raised off the ground, perfect for sparring.

And in the middle of the fighting ring was Paz, unhelmed and unclothed from the waist-up. Thick, corded arms jabbed at the air, testing his speed against the invisible foe he opposed. Sweat dripped from the soaked blonde strands of hair that hung over his forehead, blue eyes stony and focussed.

“You had no grounds nor merit to justify your blatant disregard of my orders, Paz!” Din’s voice boomed across the large expanse of the room.

Paz straightened, rolling his shoulders back as he turned to face his king, chest heaving with his laboured breath, “your plan to attend the ball unhelmed and unguarded was foolish at best, attempting to gain information on the most genuine of willing applicants completely unnoticed as you once used to did not go well, did it, Manda’lor? I saw you frolicking with that Duke’s daughter.”

Din remained eerily silent as he set his helmet down, the beskar rang out and he unclipped his cape and quietly folded it beside the helmet before sliding off his gloves and tossed them atop the cape. Paz watched as his king methodically removed piece after piece of his armour without a word- remaining silent as he peeled the layers of clothing from his upper half to mirror Paz’s own state of undress. Each garment was placed atop the armour, removed as not to soil the fabrics with sweat or blood.

Din’s body was not burly, nor could he hope to match Paz’s unique size but the fine definition of his upper arms and broad shoulders that were attributed to the years of dedication to his craft. His stomach was soft, not sharp and contoured like his general’s but Paz knew better than to underestimate his king and his smaller stature only attributed to his keen dexterity.

Dark, incensed eyes never left Paz’s and Din noticed the glimmer of uncertainty in the bluest part of his eyes but quickly covered it with the same stony indifference Din had been acquainted with all his life as he entered the ring smoothly.

Sofir and Tatya came barrelling through the open doorway, unwilling to overlook such a tussle from two of the most talented fighters in Mandalore.

They remained near the entrance, not wishing to overstep their welcome to watch their king and their General oppose each other in the fighting ring. “You’re lucky I do not have you punished for wearing another’s armour, least of all-” Paz was unprepared for the viper-like strike as Din’s fist shot from its dormant place by his thigh, snapping fiercely into Paz’s jaw, “-mine.”

The two guards watched, riveted by the raw display of power demonstrated by their leader.

Din Djarin was not a man easily intimidated by one’s size or power as one would be by Paz’s physical stature, but they both knew that Paz would not back down from a challenge either- not even from his king, “do you realise the precarious position you have put me in?! The young Dalton girl believes the Manda’lor and Din Djarin are separate entities!”

“You are no longer who you used to be.” Paz argued back, swinging his fist viciously and aimed right for Din’s nose but the latter was quicker and ducked from would-be blow, “your freedoms are limited as is your time to find a suitable partner in which to make your queen and rule by your side.”

“If I dare reveal myself now as the foreign ruler who she is so apprehensive of,” Paz swung again with a loud grunt and Din took his moment, ducking once more but the larger man caught on to his intent and lifted his knee, slamming it directly into the king’s stomach. The younger man rattled out a wheezing groan, stumbling back as his arms curled around his belly but Paz wasn’t finished and connected a quick blow to Din’s cheek- sending his king reeling to the floor.

“Continue, Manda’lor.” Paz mocked as Din slowly began to peel himself off the ground, curls tumbling around his head as he shook the fog beginning to blanket his thoughts

“Her trust will be betrayed as will her feelings if I choose to pursue her.” His voice was strained as he pointed at Paz, “you made the Manda’lor’s interest abundantly clear last night at the fete!” Din grunted as he straightened up, shaking off the ache in his stomach and spat out the blood filling his mouth from the cut inside his cheek, painting the scuffed flooring red. He shoved his reddening hand into the pocket of his pants and pulled out the crumpled Lady Whistledown and tossed it away as if it disgusted him, the sheet bounced on floor of the ring, rolling unevenly before it stopping directly in front of Paz’s feet.

Paz made to grab his opponent but Din twisted out of the way with ease, snapping another blow to the blonde man’s jaw. The general growled in frustration, “that scandal sheet has taken London by storm, we could not have our leader not make an appearance when he was reported to do so.” The two engaged in close combat, blocking and striking as they were taught in their tribe. “The speculation alone could ruin us and future potential alliances!” Paz rebutted, digging his fingers into Din’s wrist and tugged him forward as he screwed his dormant hand into a fist, “I did what was best for the Manda’lor’s image.”

Din dropped to his knees, narrowly avoiding Paz’s devastating strike and quickly regained his footing. Ignoring the twinge in his knee joints, the brunette used the sweat beginning to bloom across his body and twisted out of Paz’s hold before delivering harsh blows across Paz’s face- not necessarily aiming anymore. “I care not for any reporter’s musings, no matter how popular it may be!”

“Din Djarin may not, but the Manda’lor must!” The blatant rage displayed on Din’s features morphed into surprise at Paz’s argument and the man in question to slowly extricate himself from his king’s hold. “Our country is in your hands; you must do what is best for it and our people. It’s not just about you anymore, vod.”

Din huffed a soft breath, nostrils flaring as he took a step back from Paz.

The anger that fuelled him slowly began to drain as apprehensive eyes turned to his tribe-mate and Paz began, “I will apologise for wearing your armour, but I will not seek your forgiveness for my actions. I do not regret it.” Din watched his brother as he straightened his back, sweat-slicked chest speckled with his own blood. Every muscle flexing and only made him seem that much more imposing, “the Manda’lor is our leader and as such, I will not allow you to squander such a title away for a life you are no longer able to lead.” Din remained silent, staring deep into Paz’s eyes before stepping away and took a deep breath before moving toward the turnbuckle to retrieve a towel and tended to the weeping wounds across his bruising knuckles, “what are you going to do?”

Din turned to look over his shoulder at Paz, “what I have to.” His voice sounded resigned, “Sofir, Tatya, call the carriage around the front, please. We are going to visit the Duke and Duchess of Wintere, the Lady Dalton is about to receive her first caller.” He ordered without looking away from his wounded knuckles.

“Right away, Your Majesty.” The two guards promptly exited the training room, the soft clinks of armour following them.

The noise of the guards slowly tapered off, silence filling the space between Din and Paz as the king continued to care for his split knuckles, dabbing the beading blood away.

“You’ve not lost your skill, vod.” The slight pride that tinged Paz’s tone tickled Din’s amusement and huffed a chuckle in response.

“Were you expecting my reflexes to have slowed due to my recent negligence?” Turning to face Paz, he tossed the soiled towel to the general who caught it with ease and folded the fabric to an unused square before dabbing at the beads of sweat upon his brow.

“I had begun to believe that your former talents to have atrophied under the strain of the monarchy’s heavy expectations.” Paz answered easily, smirking at Din’s less restrained laugh, “I see that I was mistaken.” Thick fingers gingerly grazed over the bruise beginning to develop along his jawline.

“Good.” Din teased before bending to slip beneath the ropes, grunting in pain as the blow Paz delivered into his stomach protested at the movement, “perhaps now you will understand why I was most invested in the furnishing of this room in particular.”

Paz followed Din as he picked up his discarded garments and armour and meticulously reapplied each piece with grace, “you are going to pursue the Dalton girl?”

“I am.” The levity in the Manda’lor’s tone dissipated with the return of the hard topic, busying himself with the task of redressing.

“I wish you luck in your endeavours, your Majesty.” Paz bowed to his king before taking his leave, grabbing his linen shirt on the way out and shrugging it on without breaking stride.

Din sighed, strapping the cuirass in place before picking up his helmet and turning it face up. He could see his own reflection in the opaque visor, the silver and gold inlay winked at him in the streaming beam of sunlight.

There was no way he could attempt to court you without insulting your intelligence, nor could he take back the Manda’lor’s interest that seemed to capture this rumourmonger had shared with London’s overly curious.

“Haar'chak!” Din hissed quietly, setting the helmet over his head and stomped out of the room, cape billowing behind him.

You slowly opened your eyes to the pattern lining the border of your bedroom ceiling- the blue floral molding stood out against the stark white backdrop and in the middle was a fabulous illustration of a white owl taking flight amongst the snow-tipped hellebores and tilting upward toward the dawning sun. The mural itself was to your mother’s tastes, curved into a circle and tapered brushstrokes to blend with the ceiling to create the illusion of the image to be unfinished.

It was beautiful.

The picture was a little hard to make out from the shroud of darkness your room was ensconced in, its true brilliance remaining uncaptured.

The curtains had yet to be drawn by your maid and you heaved a gentle sigh while turning your gaze away from the artwork, your eyes slowly took in the furnishings that reflected the same blue on white theme as the rest of your bedroom did.

Your bedroom reflected the wealth your family carried and the multiple homes spanning across England were just the very same- steeped in expensive furnishings and high-end materials to make each abode even more comely. Your family’s London home was smaller than the country estate you and your brother had grown up in but it was by no means modest.

Many a suitor that had entered these halls had remarked on how grand the residence was, their eyes shining with greed and their pretentious gifts were poisoned by their determination to win the heart of the Duke’s daughter.

As your mind was overridden with thoughts of extravagance and lush surroundings, the image of an iron clad warrior flashed before your eyes, anonymous, alluring and unsettling.

Soft fingers pressed into the impressive material of your bed coverings, twisting the opulent silk between your fingertips anxiously before one of your hands slipped from the creased fabric and passed over your eyes, swiping across your brow as you reviewed last night’s events and your stomach began to twist with nerves:

As soon as the Mandalorian king was announced, overzealous mamas pushed their overbearing daughters toward him in the energetic hopes that they would be considered the new queen he had been purported to be desperately seeking.

Lost amidst the wave of hysteria, you did not realise that your partner had slowly begun to pull away from you, “I did not think he would come. What do you make-” your sentence trailed off as you turned to converse with the mysterious lord you had just met, only to see that the space he occupied beside you was now empty, “my lord?” You twisted in place, your gaze scouring every inch of Lady Danbury’s lavish ballroom until you made out the soft crown of untamed curls striding out of the room completely unseen.

“Lord Djarin!” You called, hoping you could gain his attention over the grating squawks of women fawning over the new arrival and cursed silently when he did not acknowledge you as he turned the corner out of the ballroom, out of sight.

Dashing forward, you took hold of your skirts to not tread on the material and attempted to remain vigilant in avoiding the flock of debutants elbowing and pinching their way closer to the king. You operated with a wide berth as you scurried for the exit, ignoring your mother’s calls when you felt a gloved hand clasp yours- forcing you to let go of your dress and cease in your pursuit.

Turning, your skirts fluttered delicately and the words of your polite rejection to the obviously headstrong lord bubbled at your lips- only to remain silent when you saw the silver helm of the king staring down at you. “Your Majesty,” you whispered, shock froze your intentions and you slowly curtseyed out of respect.

“Lady Dalton.” He knew your name?

With your hand still in his, he helped you rise and turned his body to face you while completely disregarding the gaggle of women who now fell silent, glaring at you with burning envy at his special attention.

“I must confess I did not realise we were acquainted, your Highness.” Your arm was still in his hold, orange-tipped leather fingers tracing the delicate bones of your wrist and you fought the urge to pull away from such a bold action.  

“We aren’t.” Blunt. Forceful. His words did little to calm the raging storm within you and you wanted nothing more than to pull away from his touch, not enjoying the coldness of his gloves, nor the anonymity that shrouded his being. Rather finding yourself wistfully wishing for the heat of another unfamiliar. An alluring lord that treated you with such care you’d never seen in any suitor beforehand.

“Well, in that case, how pray tell did you come by the knowledge of my name?” You retained your sense of propriety for propriety’s sake, your lips widening into an insincere smile that you had nurtured and cultivated over the seasons and separate events you had partaken in until you had mastered it.

It was a skill you used sparingly, mostly with unsavoury characters that had called on you with their ill intentions or their crass proposals.

“There was no shortage of envious musings in the town where your name was the topic in discussion. As for deducing you to be the wearer of such a fine name, it was rather easy,” you didn’t think it to be as trivial as he made it sound but remained silent as the Mandalorian king continued his deductions, “no one in this room fitted to such a moniker as a ‘winter blossom’ more than you.”

Your heart flipped in your chest and your fictitious simper cracked ever-so-slightly, “m-my Lord, I am flattered,” you curtseyed once again before raising your gaze to meet the blank stare of his opaque visor, “I would wish to commend on your armour, but I fear I may offend you with my lack of knowledge on the particular subject. So, in lieu of your warrior garb, I thank you for your service to your country.”

“I hope we meet again, Lady Dalton.” His gloved fingers slipped into your palm, his thumb gently curling over your dormant fingers, raising your hand to his helmet and gently rested it against the polished iron right over where his lips would reside were the armour removed.

Gasps rippled across the ballroom as he released your hand, the king nodded once before moving deeper into the room, flanked by his guards and the music began to play once again, tenuous and hesitant.

But, the sound of the sweet melodies flooding the room did nothing to drown out the wave of whispers that accompanied jealous eyes that were perpetually focused on you. You barely felt your mother’s hands on your shoulders before slipping down and kindly curling her arm around yours before leaning closer to whisper in your ear, “we will take our leave now. Leave your suitors wanting more, dearest.” Elaine gently urged you out of the ballroom- leaving the rest of the women to stew in their judgement.

Thomas and Ryder both followed you out, “I’m so proud of you, darling!” Your mother murmured excitedly and you could barely twitch your lips into a smile.

Your heart thundered in your chest and with your free hand, you clutched at the fine material of your bodice, swallowing nervously as you contemplated the fate of the season with the King of Mandalore chasing after you and a mysterious lord that became even more mysterious with every passing second-

-the sun shining down upon you ripped you from your reverie as Olivia pulled the curtains open with a chipper, “good morning, my Lady!”

You swallowed the primal groan that threatened to erupt from your throat as you lifted yourself up from the bed, the covers falling into your lap.

You sighed, running your hand down your rumpled bed-hair, “good morning, Olivia.”

Dragging yourself from under the covers, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and toed on your dainty pale blue slippers, “we’ll need a few more chairs in the drawing room I would think, my Lady.” You snapped your head up to meet a nearly vibrating Olivia’s gaze- only to see the offending scandal sheet clutched in her hands. Maintaining your composure, you held your hand out for the paper and Olivia handed it to you immediately. You mumbled a ‘thank you’ to her as you stood from the bed and walked to the vanity- taking your seat in front of the mirror as Olivia began to tend to your appearance and diligently style your hair, “your prospects this season seem rather remarkable, my Lady, I must say!”

You barely acknowledged her comment as you opened the sheet and read under the subheading:

‘The Warrior King Charmed by the Frosted Flower?

This bold writer would like report that it may be a very short season for our dear Lady Dalton, for she has caught the eye of the mysterious yet alluring king of Mandalore.

Following his jarring entrance into the Danbury Ball, the Mandalorian king set his sights on the beautiful Lady the moment he strode into the room to the call of his own title- a rather candid affair if I may be so bold to scribe.

It seems he was rather taken with our winter rose from before he laid eyes upon her, swayed by featureless letters printed on an ink-blotted page. An accomplishment that this columnist will take full responsibility for.

Lady Dalton will have her hands full this season, with mysterious kings and lords and many suitors of the ton, wishing for her hand.

Perhaps, the Diamond of the Season is not as Incomparable as previously titled. The Queen should seriously reconsider the moniker she gave so freely to the prettiest in the pool and notice that perhaps it is not only beauty that wins the hearts of men- perhaps it is a mixture of beauty, boldness and intelligence that only the Lady Dalton can express so effortlessly.

We all know how the Queen despises when she is wrong, do we not?

In other related news-’

You tucked the paper in your lap, resting your linked hands over it as to mask the words from your view. “Has my mother read it?” Your voice was small, barely audible but Olivia took no notice of the change and continued with her tasks.

“Yes, my Lady. Her Grace was the one to organise additional chairs in the drawing room.” Olivia affirmed and you sighed, drooping your head down and your chin touched your chest. Olivia tutted in friendly reproach before gently lifting your head with cool fingers to resume her work.

“Of course, she did.”

Your fingers dug into the pristine paper, crushing it in your hands as Olivia worked on your hair, “a glowing compliment from Lady Whistledown, don’t you think, my Lady? Your prospects on the mart surely should have reached the heavens itself with the interest of a king!”

“Oh, yes,” you hoarsely replied as your eyes found your own reflection in the mirror, unease clearly etched into the fine lines of your features and you swallowed gently, “a most pleasing tribute, indeed.”

There was a knock on the door and Olivia excused herself with a curtsey before bustling for the door, creaking it open as to keep her lady’s modesty. You heard Olivia and whoever had interrupted you speaking quietly- their hushed whispers filling the room yet unable to be deciphered. “Olivia, what is it?” You asked, looking through the mirror.

Olivia quietly closed the door, turning back to face you with wide, excited eyes, “oh, my lady! It’s so exciting!”

Your brows pulled together and you turned to properly catch her gaze, “Olivia?” You repeated, your arm resting over the support of the chair, waiting patiently for her to explain.

“The Mandalorian king is here, my lady!” You stood from your chair, your back ramrod straight and distress pulled at the knot forming in your belly, “he’s here to promenade with you.”

“P-promenade? Now?” You hushed, shock punching the breath from your lungs, “i-isn’t that a rather early development, we only met the night previous!”

“You must have made quite the impression, my Lady!” Olivia exhibited the excitement you should have been feeling as she helped your numb form back into the chair as she resumed her work on your hair with a renewed vigour.

The entire time, all you could think about was soft brown eyes, tufts of dark curls winking with blonde and red accents in the artificial light of the chandelier and large hands searing the skin of your back as he held you to his strong, broad chest to keep you from falling.

Din Djarin.

“Haar’chak!” - “Damn it!”

"Vod." - "brother/sister or comrade/friend."

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: Pre-ChuuRanPoe (Ranpo caught feelings), Pre-Kousano (Yosano likes Kouyou)

Word Count: 1,115 Words

Summary: Ranpo brings an extra friend back from the DOA safehouse.

Warnings: Age Regression, Amnesia Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Translations: Ya ne pomnyu.: I can't remember. [Russian]; Ya lyublyu vas!: I love you! [Russian]

Notes: We’re just gonna pretend I posted this yesterday, cool? Cool. (I was tired as hell and worked all day yesterday but I don’t want to wait until next Wednesday to post this chapter.)

How Poe Stumped Ranpo: Chapter 23

"I brought two friends back." Ranpo announced, showing off Arkady as he came back, dragging Ivan after him.

"Arkady!" Nikolai squealed, bounding happily and grabbed for the bear as Ranpo happily held her out for him. He also dragged Ivan down onto the bed.

"I also brought the box for you, Sigma." Ranpo handed over the box to the bi-colored man.

"Thank you." Sigma sighed, watching Ivan manage to sit up and laughing at Nikolai forcefully trying to get him back down. Ranpo smiled but went to work again across the hall.

"How is Master?" Ivan asked Sigma.

"He has amnesia." Sigma was quieter discussing it, handing Nikolai one of the pacifiers from within the box and letting the clingy clown continue to drape against them both for attention.

"Amnesia?" Ivan asked, looking at Fyodor in the other bed.

"No memory at all, he had to be retaught the alphabet." Sigma told him.

"None at all?" Ivan asked.

"Not that anyone's aware of." Sigma sighed.

"Friend." Fyodor greeted him, gaining Yosano's attention now.

"Me?" Ivan asked.

"I know you." Yosano watched between them now, confused. He remembered someone?

"Do you know my name?" Ivan asked, moving to Fyodor's bed. Fyodor thought for a minute and shook his head.

"But I know you!" Fyodor was joyous regardless.

"I'm Ivan, remember?" Fyodor tilted his head.

"Ivan." Fyodor repeated.

"Yes, Ivan Goncharov."

"Ya ne pomnyu." Fyodor muttered, going back to his drawing.

"He remembers Russian?" Yosano asked.

"It seems like it." Sigma told her.

"Is he getting memory back or is he just getting specific things?" Yosano muttered, writing it down in her chart for Fyodor.

"Well, he doesn't remember me fully." Ivan told her.

"Fyodor." She called his attention.

"Mama?" He asked back.

"How do you say 'I love you' in Russian?"

"Ya lyublyu vas!" Fyodor announced happily.

"Can you name your friends?"

"Sigma, Kolya, Vanya, and Tatya!"

"Vanya and Tatya. He remembers those? He said it maybe once." Sigma asked Ivan.

"It was a joke because me and Tatsuhiko were complaining that Nikolai got a nickname." Ivan reminded him.

"So he is remembering things?" She asked.

"Little things." Sigma told her.

"So, if we remind him enough, he might remember?" Ivan asked.

"I'd do it slowly, don't stress him. He's been through a lot, it might be repression instead of amnesia and we don't want to overwhelm him with remembering things too quickly."

"Mama, my pink one broke!" Fyodor complained.

"Okay, honey." She assured him, handing him a new pink crayon.

"As for you, I sent Tatsuhiko to take care of the Sky Casino the second I heard you went missing, he and I have been making sure everything's taken care of." Ivan assured Sigma.

"Oh thank god, I was so worried that the group managers might have been working overtime two and a half weeks now keeping everything in line." Sigma deflated.

"No, they're fine." Ivan assured.

"And Tatsuhiko's fine? You're okay?" Sigma asked.

"We're both fine. Taking turns and all. I've been taking nights, Tatsuhiko's managing days."

"I hear work talk around healing patients. You'd better not be stressing him to go back to work or I'll have Ranpo take you back to that safehouse." Yosano warned.

"No, it's okay. It's a relief, actually." Nikolai butted his head against Sigma's neck to cuddle and the two-tone rolled his eyes but let him paw his way back into his arms.

"Okay. I better not hear anyone hurrying to go back to work then." Yosano warned.

"Oh, Nikolai's job." Ivan looked to the albino looking up at him, gears seeming to turn like he was trying to age up to take the news.

"Tonan?" Nikolai asked.

"He did fire you, he called saying that a couple days after you went missing. Too many absences and he couldn't just wait for you to come back." Ivan explained.

"Figures." Nikolai huffed, deciding to lay on the blankets and hide in them to sleep again.

"Pushkin also left back to Russia when he heard you all went missing. Mushitaro is...somewhere, he left while I was sleeping a few days ago." Sigma didn't like this. Mushitaro had never disappeared. Or, maybe he thought they'd died, Sigma would too if three of his colleagues disappeared all of a sudden.

"He might come back once I'm better and can go back to the Sky Casino. I'm sure the guests will spread that news like wildfire."

"Well, it took maybe four hours being open the day after you went missing for guests to figure out you weren't there. It'll probably take less for them to figure out you're back. The staff plans to throw a party when you come back, but don't tell them I told you. You're kind of flashy, after all."

"Yes, I know. Still can't tell what's so flashy about me when I'm just average."

"It's the hair." Nikolai told him from his muffled place under the blanket.

"Yep, definitely the hair." Ivan patted his head. Sigma flinched away from it.

"Sorry, just...I hate these reactions, I really do. It's worse than last time." Sigma growled mostly to himself.

"It's fine, getting better is a process. You being healed isn't all you need to do in order to get better, Sigya, you need to make sure you're okay up here too." Ivan poked his forehead.

"I know. Like I didn't have enough anxiety before." He sighed, joining Nikolai under his blanket.

"Well, it's probably little help to your anxiety, but Tatya said he'll visit tonight, make sure you three are okay himself."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Tatya." Fyodor quietly repeated, going about his workbook still without a single care.

"I have to sleep."

"Sleep here." Nikolai whined, dragging him down.

"I need to be up at nine." Ivan warned.

"I can make sure of that." Yosano told him.

"Fine, you get me for a few more hours." Ivan laid with the two.

"Give me my phone, I assume you brought it."

"Yes, you workaholic, I brought it." Ivan handed him the device.

"No working from a hospital bed." Yosano demanded.

"I'm not. I can't really, my job is too much to do remotely. I'm just telling Tatsuhiko to bring something with him." Sigma told her as he texted Tatsuhiko.

"What are you asking for?"

"My nail stuff. I want to do them. At least then, I'm doing something, not bored." He told him.

"You're a menace. Don't let Nikolai have daggers again, I still have scars from last time when he got panicked and scratched me."

"Request considered but unlikely." Sigma smiled. Ivan eventually fell asleep against Nikolai, the other snuggled up against him also asleep, while Sigma watched over them both.

[shirditopackage]

Shirdi Tour packages by Darshan tour and travel

Shirdi tours is mainstream for Shirdi Sai Baba who was viewed by his aficionados as a Saint, Fakir, and Satguru as per their individual proclivities and convictions. It is one of the most extravagant sanctuary associations. One of his outstanding witticisms, "Sabka Malik Ek" ("One God oversees all"), is related with Hinduism, Islam, and Sufism. He likewise stated, "Trust in me and your petition will be replied".

Daily programs of Shri Sai Ram Ji Samadhi Temple. The opening hours of the temple doors are 4:00 am, Kankad aarti at 4:30 am, Mangal Sean. 5:00 am. Abhishek at 6:00 am, midnight arti at 9:00 am: 12:00 pm sunny aarti evening: 5:45 pm shej aarti night: 10:30 pm

Views from half an hour to half an hour before the time of the aartis directed It is stopped. If you are going for darshan then keep these times in mind.

Brahma has two forms - nirgun and sauna. Nirguna is narcotic and virtue is real. If they are two forms of the same Brahma, then one is also interested in Nirguna and one is interested in Saguna worship, as described in chapter 12 of the Gita. Virtuous worship is simple and superior. Man himself is in shape (body, sense, etc.), that's why his real worship nature of God is simple. Till some time the virtuous Brahma is not worshiped, there is no increase in love and devotion. As we progress in Sagunopasana, we move towards Nirgun Brahma. That is why it is best to perform Shri Ganesh by virtue worship. The idol, altar, fire, light, sun, water, and Brahman, etc., being the objects of Sapta worship, Sadguru is the best among them all.

Bring the form of Shri Sai to the eyes, which is the direct idol of detachment and the refuge of exclusive refugees. Putting faith in their words is the renunciation of all desires, and the determination to worship them.

Some people used to count Srisai Baba in Bhagavadbhakta or a Maha Bhagavat (great devotee). But for us we are Godless. He was very forgiving, peaceful, simple and contented, who cannot be equated. He was a bodily being, but in reality was nirguna, formless, everlasting and everlasting. The river Ganga en route to the sea rejoices many enchanted summer heaters by giving them coolness, giving life to crops and trees, and the way the apps of beings soothe. Similarly, Shri Sai, while leading a saintly life, brings solace and happiness to others. Lord Shri Krishna has said that the saint is my soul. They are my living idol and my pure form. I am the same myself. These indescribable powers or the power of God, which are Satta, mind, and joy. There was a recurrence in Sai Rupi in Shirdi packages. In the Shruti (Taittiriya Upanishad), Brahma is called Ananda. Till now, these subjects were read and heard only in books, but devotees have found such direct joy in Shirdi. Baba was the refuge of all, he did not need anyone's help. Devotees used to put a soft seat and a big pillow for their sitting.

Shani Shingnapur is well known for Shani Temple with the way that no house in the town has entryways, just door jambs. In spite of this, no burglary was accounted for in the town until 2010. In January 2011, the United Commercial (UCO) Bank opened a 'lockless' branch in the town, the first of its sort in the nation, observing the close to zero wrongdoing rate in the area.

Baba used to respect the sentiments of the devotees and did not have any objection in allowing them to worship according to their will. Some used to make caviar in front of them, some used to play wag and some used to do plantation. Some used to offer perfume and sandalwood, some offered betel nuts, paan, and other things and some offered only Naiveigh. Although it seems that his residence is in Shirdi tours, he was very comprehensive. Devotees experienced this every day. I have repeated greetings at the feet of such a universal Gurudev.

Devotion to Dr. Pandit

Once after paying obeisance to Shirdi Padhare Baba to see Dr. Pandit Baba, a friend of Shri Tatya Nulkar, he sat for a while in the Masjid. Baba sent him to Shri Dada Bhat Kelkar, where he was well received. Then Dada Bhat and Dr. Pandit reached Masjid for worship together. Dada Bhat worshiped Baba. Almost everyone used to worship Baba, but so far no one had dared to put sandalwood on his auspicious head.

Only a mahalsapati used to apply sandalwood around his neck. Dr. Pandit took sandalwood from the plate of worship and put a trunk ring on Baba's forehead. People were very surprised that Baba did not say a word. At dusk, Dada Bhat asked Baba, what is the reason that R does not allow others to put sandalwood on his forehead, but you did not say anything to Dr. Pandit, Baba started saying, Dr. Pandit gave me his Guru Shri Raghunath Maharaj Dhopeshwarkar, who Kaka is popularly known as Puranic, I understood it and he gave me sandalwood in the same manner as he used to apply sandalwood to his Guru. How could I stop then? On being asked, Dr. Pandit said to Dada Bhat that I have put Baba like his Guru Kaka Puranik on the same way as I used to apply my treasury sandal like I always used to worship my Guru. Yaghapu Baba used to allow devotees to worship as he wished, But sometimes their behavior was strange. Whenever they would throw Rudra Vatar by throwing a plate of worship, no one could have the courage to approach them.

At times, he rebuked the devotees and sometimes softened with wax, he looked like an idol of peace and forgiveness. Sometimes they would tremble in anger and their red eyes used to revolve around them, however in their conscience they used to shed a source of love and maternal affection. He used to call the devotees and said that he did not know when he became angry with them. If it is possible that mothers reject their children and return to the rivers, then only they can ignore the welfare of the devotees. They remain close to the devotees and they immediately become present when the devotees call them. He is always hungry for the love of devotees.

Haji Siddique Phalke ---------------------- No one could say when Shri Saibaba would make his devotee his kindness. It depended on his goodwill. The story of Haji Siddique Phalke is an example of this. A Yavan, a Kalyanivasi, named Siddique Phalke, came to Shirdi after performing Hajj of Mecca Sharif. They started living in Chavadi towards the north. They used to sit in the open courtyard in front of Masjid. Baba did not allow him to enter the Masjid for 9 months nor allow him to climb the Masjid ladder. Phalke was very disappointed and could not decide what remedies to use. People advised him not to give up hope. Shama Srisai is an intimate devotee of Baba. You try to reach Baba through them. Just as it is necessary to go to Nandi to reach Lord Shankar, similarly Baba should also reach Shama. Phalke found the idea appropriate and asked Shama for help. Shama also gave assurance and on getting the opportunity, he spoke to Baba in such a way that Baba, why do you not allow that old Haji to come to the Masjid. Many devotees voluntarily visit your darshan. Bless him at least once. Baba said, Shama, you are immature now. If the fakir does not allow Allah to come then what shall I do. No one could climb the mosque without his grace. Well, you ask him if he agrees to come to the lower well. Shama arrived with an acceptable answer. Fur Baba again told Shama that again ask him if he is ready to give me forty thousand rupees in four installments. Then Shama returned with an answer that if you say that, then I am ready to give forty lakh rupees. I am going to do a goat halal in Masjid, ask him what he would be interested in - goat meat, nadha or testicles. Shama returned with the answer that if Baba finds even one of Baba's food items, then Haji will consider himself lucky. On getting this answer, Baba became excited and threw the earthen pot (water pot) from his hand and threw it and reached straight to Haji with his kafni. They started asking them why they pray in vain. Why do you demonstrate your superiority? Why have you worn these dresses like old hajis? Do you read Quran Sharif in this way. You have not attained the pride of your Mecca Hajj, but you are ignorant of me. Thus Haji got scared after hearing the scolding. Baba returned to Masjid and bought some mango baskets and sent them to Haji. He himself went to Haji and took out 55 rupees from him and gave it to Haji. From then on, Baba began to love Haji and called him to have a meal with him. Now Haji also started going to the Masjid as he wished. Sometimes Baba used to give some money to them. In this way Haji joined Baba's court. Baba's control over the elements ------------------------------

Baba's elements- This chapter will end with the mention of two incidents of control.

1. Once in the evening, a terrible storm occurred in Shirdi. There were thick and dark clouds in the sky. The wind was blowing through the thickets. Clouds were thundering and lightning shone. The torrential rain started. Wherever you see, water starts to become visible there. All the animals, birds and Shirdi residents gathered in the Masjid fearing more. There are many women in Shirdi, but no one came for help that day. That is why everyone prayed to their Lord Sai, who was hungry for devotion, to solve the crisis. Baba also felt pity and came out. Stand near the mosque. After some time, the thrust of the rain decreased. And the wind slowed down and the storm also fell silent. Chandra Dev rose in the sky. Then all the nog returned to their respective homes with great delight.

2. On another occasion, during the mid-day, the fire of fumigation started burning so fierce that its flames started reaching the roof above. The people sitting in the Masjid could not understand that by putting water, to calm the fire or to take any other solution. No one was able to dare to ask Baba. But Baba quickly understood the situation. He lifted his stick and struck the front pillar forcefully and said, Descend and get down. The flames started decreasing at every stumbling block and within a few minutes the fumigation became peaceful and intact. Srisai is an incarnation of God. Those who have shelter in front of them will be refugees, they will definitely be pleased with that. A devotee who recites the scriptures of this chapter daily will be recited devoutly and will be rid of his sorrows soon. Not only this, but he will always remember Srisai's feet, and in a short period of time, after getting the vision of God, all his desires will be fulfilled and thus he will become fruitless.

Muktidham is a marble temple complex honouring various Hindu gods which has replicas of 12 Jyotirlingas. Also, unique to this temple are 18 chapters of Geeta written on the walls. Thousands of Hindu devotees visit Muktidham Temple during Kumbh Mela.

Panchavati literally means "a garden of five banyan trees" which are said to have been there during the exile of Lord Rama. Panchavati was the name of a section in the huge forest of Dandakaranya, where Rama with the help of Lakshmana built a nice hut called a home. There is a place called Tapovan where Lakshmana cut-off the nose of Surpanakha, the sister of Ravana, when she attempted to kill Sita. The entire Aranya Kanda (book of the forest) of Ramayana is set in Panchavati.

When you will visit Shirdi, you will see Trimbakeshwar or Tryambakeshwar is an ancient Hindu temple in the town of Trimbak in our Shirdi tour package dedicated to the God Shiva and is one of the twelve Jyotirlingas. Originally, there were believed to be 64 jyotirlingas while 12 of them are considered to be very auspicious and holy. The extraordinary feature of this Jyotirlinga is its three faces embodying Lord Brahma, Lord Vishnu and Lord Rudra, whereas other Jyotirlingas have Shiva as the main deity.

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You will see Trimbakeshwar is an antiquated Hindu sanctuary

Shirdi tours are mainstream for Shirdi Sai Baba who was viewed by his aficionados as a Saint, Fakir, and Satguru as per their individual proclivities and convictions. It is one of the most extravagant sanctuary associations. One of his outstanding witticisms, "Sabka Malik Ek" ("One God oversees all"), is related with Hinduism, Islam, and Sufism. He likewise stated, "Trust in me and your petition will be replied".

Daily programs of Shri Sai Ram Ji Samadhi Temple. The opening hours of the temple doors are 4:00 am, Kankad aarti at 4:30 am, Mangal Sean. 5:00 am. Abhishek at 6:00 am, midnight arti at 9:00 am: 12:00 pm sunny aarti evening: 5:45 pm she aarti night: 10:30 pm

Views from half an hour to half an hour before the time of the aartis directed It is stopped. If you are going for darshan then keep these times in mind.

Brahma has two forms - nirgun and sauna. Nirguna is narcotic and virtue is real. If they are two forms of the same Brahma, then one is also interested in Nirguna and one is interested in Saguna worship, as described in chapter 12 of the Gita. Virtuous worship is simple and superior. Man himself is in shape (body, sense, etc.), that's why his real worship nature of God is simple. Till some time the virtuous Brahma is not worshiped, there is no increase in love and devotion. As we progress in Sagunopasana, we move towards Nirgun Brahma. That is why it is best to perform Shri Ganesh by virtue worship. The idol, altar, fire, light, sun, water, and Brahman, etc., being the objects of Sapta worship, Sadguru is the best among them all.

Bring the form of Shri Sai to the eyes, which is the direct idol of detachment and the refuge of exclusive refugees. Putting faith in their words is the renunciation of all desires, and the determination to worship them.

Some people used to count Srisai Baba in Bhagavadbhakta or a Maha Bhagavat (great devotee). But for us we are Godless. He was very forgiving, peaceful, simple and contented, who cannot be equated. He was a bodily being, but in reality was nirguna, formless, everlasting and everlasting. The river Ganga en route to the sea rejoices many enchanted summer heaters by giving them coolness, giving life to crops and trees, and the way the apps of beings soothe. Similarly, Shri Sai, while leading a saintly life, brings solace and happiness to others. Lord Shri Krishna has said that the saint is my soul. They are my living idol and my pure form. I am the same myself. These indescribable powers or the power of God, which are Satta, mind, and joy. There was a recurrence in Sai Rupi in Shirdi tour package. In the Shruti (Taittiriya Upanishad), Brahma is called Ananda. Till now, these subjects were read and heard only in books, but devotees have found such direct joy in Shirdi. Baba was the refuge of all, he did not need anyone's help. Devotees used to put a soft seat and a big pillow for their sitting.

Shani Shingnapur is well known for Shani Temple with the way that no house in the town has entryways, just door jambs. In spite of this, no burglary was accounted for in the town until 2010. In January 2011, the United Commercial (UCO) Bank opened a 'lockless' branch in the town, the first of its sort in the nation, observing the close to zero wrongdoing rate in the area.

Baba used to respect the sentiments of the devotees and did not have any objection in allowing them to worship according to their will. Some used to make caviar in front of them, some used to play wag and some used to do plantation. Some used to offer perfume and sandalwood, some offered betel nuts, paan, and other things and some offered only Naiveigh. Although it seems that his residence is in Shirdi Shirdi tour package, he was very comprehensive. Devotees experienced this every day. I have repeated greetings at the feet of such a universal Gurudev.

Devotion to Dr. Pandit

Once after paying obeisance to Shirdi Padhare Baba to see Dr. Pandit Baba, a friend of Shri Tatya Nulkar, he sat for a while in the Masjid. Baba sent him to Shri Dada Bhat Kelkar, where he was well received. Then Dada Bhat and Dr. Pandit reached Masjid for worship together. Dada Bhat worshiped Baba. Almost everyone used to worship Baba, but so far no one had dared to put sandalwood on his auspicious head.

Only a mahalsapati used to apply sandalwood around his neck. Dr. Pandit took sandalwood from the plate of worship and put a trunk ring on Baba's forehead. People were very surprised that Baba did not say a word. At dusk, Dada Bhat asked Baba, what is the reason that R does not allow others to put sandalwood on his forehead, but you did not say anything to Dr. Pandit, Baba started saying, Dr. Pandit gave me his Guru Shri Raghunath Maharaj Dhopeshwarkar, who Kaka is popularly known as Puranic, I understood it and him gave me sandalwood in the same manner as he used to apply sandalwood to his Guru. How could I stop then? On being asked, Dr. Pandit said to Dada Bhat that I have put Baba like his Guru Kaka Puranik in the same way as I used to apply my treasury sandal like I always used to worship my Guru. Yaghapu Baba used to allow devotees to worship as he wished, But sometimes their behavior was strange. Whenever they would throw Rudra Vatar by throwing a plate of worship, no one could have the courage to approach them.

At times, he rebuked the devotees and sometimes softened with wax, he looked like an idol of peace and forgiveness. Sometimes they would tremble in anger and their red eyes used to revolve around them, however, in their conscience they used to shed a source of love and maternal affection. He used to call the devotees and said that he did not know when he became angry with them. If it is possible that mothers reject their children and return to the rivers, then only they can ignore the welfare of the devotees. They remain close to the devotees and they immediately become present when the devotees call them. He is always hungry for the love of devotees.

Haji Siddique Phalke ----------------------

No one could say when Shri Saibaba would make his devotee his kindness. It depended on his goodwill. The story of Haji Siddique Phalke is an example of this. A Yavan, a Kalyanivasi, named Siddique Phalke, came to Shirdi after performing Hajj of Mecca Sharif. They started living in Chavadi towards the north. They used to sit in the open courtyard in front of Masjid. Baba did not allow him to enter the Masjid for 9 months nor allow him to climb the Masjid ladder. Phalke was very disappointed and could not decide what remedies to use. People advised him not to give up hope. Shama Srisai is an intimate devotee of Baba. You try to reach Baba through them. Just as it is necessary to go to Nandi to reach Lord Shankar, similarly Baba should also reach Shama. Phalke found the idea appropriate and asked Shama for help. Shama also gave assurance and on getting the opportunity, he spoke to Baba in such a way that Baba, why do you not allow that old Haji to come to the Masjid. Many devotees voluntarily visit your darshan. Bless him at least once. Baba said, Shama, you are immature now. If the fakir does not allow Allah to come then what shall I do? No one could climb the mosque without his grace. Well, you ask him if he agrees to come to the lower well. Shama arrived with an acceptable answer. Fur Baba again told Shama that again ask him if he is ready to give me forty thousand rupees in four installments. Then Shama returned with an answer that if you say that, then I am ready to give forty lakh rupees. I am going to do a goat halal in Masjid, ask him what he would be interested in - goat meat, nadha or testicles. Shama returned with the answer that if Baba finds even one of Baba's food items, then Haji will consider himself lucky. On getting this answer, Baba became excited and threw the earthen pot (water pot) from his hand and threw it and reached straight to Haji with his Gafni. They started asking them why they pray in vain. Why do you demonstrate your superiority? Why have you worn these dresses like old hajis? Do you read Quran Sharif in this way? You have not attained the pride of your Mecca Hajj, but you are ignorant of me. Thus Haji got scared after hearing the scolding. Baba returned to Masjid and bought some mango baskets and sent them to Haji. He himself went to Haji and took out 55 rupees from him and gave it to Haji. From then on, Baba began to love Haji and called him to have a meal with him. Now Haji also started going to the Masjid as he wished. Sometimes Baba used to give some money to them. In this way, Haji joined Baba's court. Baba's control over the elements ------------------------------

Baba's elements- This chapter will end with the mention of two incidents of control.

1. Once in the evening, a terrible storm occurred in Shirdi. There were thick and dark clouds in the sky. The wind was blowing through the thickets. Clouds were thundering and lightning shone. The torrential rain started. Wherever you see, water starts to become visible there. All the animals, birds and Shirdi residents gathered in the Masjid fearing more. There are many women in Shirdi, but no one came for help that day. That is why everyone prayed to their Lord Sai, who was hungry for devotion, to solve the crisis. Baba also felt pity and came out. Stand near the mosque. After some time, the thrust of the rain decreased. And the wind slowed down and the storm also fell silent. Chandra Dev rose in the sky. Then all the nog returned to their respective homes with great delight.

2. On another occasion, during the mid-day, the fire of fumigation started burning so fierce that its flames started reaching the roof above. The people sitting in the Masjid could not understand that by putting water, to calm the fire or to take any other solution. No one was able to dare to ask Baba. But Baba quickly understood the situation. He lifted his stick and struck the front pillar forcefully and said, Descend and get down. The flames started decreasing at every stumbling block and within a few minutes, the fumigation became peaceful and intact. Sri sai is an incarnation of God. Those who have shelter in front of them will be refugees, they will definitely be pleased with that. A devotee who recites the scriptures of this chapter daily will be recited devoutly and will be rid of his sorrows soon. Not only this, but he will always remember Srisai's feet, and in a short period of time, after getting the vision of God, all his desires will be fulfilled and thus he will become fruitless.

Muktidham is a marble sanctuary complex regarding different Hindu divine beings which have reproductions of 12 Jyotirlingas. Additionally, one of a kind to this sanctuary are 18 sections of Geeta composed on the dividers. A great many Hindu lovers visit Muktidham Temple during Kumbh Mela.

Panchavati actually signifies "a nursery of five banyan trees" which are said to have been there during the outcast of Lord Rama. Panchavati was the name of an area in the colossal woods of Dandakaranya, where Rama with the assistance of Lakshmana manufactured a decent cottage called a home. There is a spot called Tapovan where Lakshmana remove the nose of Surpanakha, the sister of Ravana, when she endeavored to murder Sita. The whole Aranya Kanda (book of the backwoods) of Ramayana is set in Panchavati.

When you will visit Shirdi, you will see Trimbakeshwar or Tryambakeshwar is an antiquated Hindu sanctuary in the town of Trimbak in our Shirdi tour package devoted to the God Shiva and is one of the twelve Jyotirlingas. Initially, there were accepted to be 64 jyotirlingas while 12 of them are viewed as promising and sacred. The unprecedented element of this Jyotirlinga is its three faces encapsulating Lord Brahma, Lord Vishnu, and Lord Rudra, though different Jyotirlingas have Shiva as the primary divinity.

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🕉 Sai Satcharitra Simplified 🙏 9.1 Tatya Kote and the European Man 🌼 Chapter 9, Part 1

"Embark on a spiritual voyage with 🕉 Sai Satcharitra Simplified 🙏 Chapter 9, Part 1 - Tatya Kote and the European Man 🌼. This illuminating chapter unfolds the encounters between Tatya Kote, a beloved devotee of Sai Baba, and a European man seeking solace and guidance. Explore the profound exchanges that transcend cultural boundaries, illustrating the universality of Sai Baba's teachings. Join us in discovering the transformative power of faith, compassion, and understanding."

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🕉 Sai Satcharitra Simplified 🙏 9.1 Tatya Kote and the European Man 🌼 Chapter 9, Part 1

Welcome to "Sai Satcharitra Simplified" 🕉️ Join us in this episode as we delve into the profound teachings of Sai Satcharitra, focusing on Chapter 9, Part 1 🙏 In this segment, we explore the captivating story of Tatya Kote and the European Man 🌼

Discover the transformative encounter between Tatya Kote, a devoted disciple of Sai Baba, and a European man with a skeptical outlook. Witness the powerful exchange that transcends cultural and linguistic barriers, leading to a profound shift in perspective and a deepening of faith.

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Pairings: Pre-ChuuRanPoe (Ranpo caught feelings), Pre-Kousano (Yosano likes Kouyou), Stocraft

Word Count: 1,243 Words

Summary: Babies babysitting and Lovecraft’s return.

Warnings: Death Mention (Mention Only), Drug Mention (Mention Only), Cursing, Trauma Mention (Mention Only), Near Death Mention (Mention Only), Injury Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Notes: We’re just gonna pretend I posted this yesterday again, cool? Cool.

How Poe Stumped Ranpo: Chapter 24

"Ivan. Ivan, it's nine." Yosano eventually had to warn the silver-haired man.

"Thank you." He slowly unclung himself from Nikolai and slipped from his arms. "Here's Nikolai's phone." Ivan offered to Sigma, instinctively pressing a kiss to his three allies' heads before leaving to take over for Tatsuhiko, who showed up an hour later.

"Hello Sigma."

"Hello Shibusawa." Sigma smiled.

"Tatya." Fyodor sleepily mumbled. Twain was watching over them again tonight, though he was joined by both Kenji and Gin.

"So I guess they have the kids watching over you guys tonight?" Tatsuhiko asked.

"Yeah, we're being babysat by babies." Jun'ichiro teased.

"Oh hush, I'm finally seventeen!" Twain complained.

"I missed your birthday." Poe realized with disappointment lacing his voice.

"Actually, we held off the celebration, it didn't feel right without you." Twain sat with him.

"You waited for me? You didn't even know I was alive."

"I hoped, we all did. The photos they sent us let us know you weren't dead. And, once Chuuya told everyone it was a drug trial, we knew you'd be alive at least long enough to find you."

"Who saw those photos, by the way?" Poe asked.

"I'm the only one who saw yours from the Guild. Francis told everyone else not to look when I told him what they were. We couldn't find you, though, so the rest of the photos went to the Agency. I don't think the Port Mafia got any."

"No, we did. Or Hirotsu did. They showed up to his house." Gin told them.

"That was my fault. I pointed you three out before Carroll took me because he was asking."

"It's not your fault." Gin assured her twin.

"I know that, but he'll probably have to move now." Akutagawa sighed.

"And Mori is covering that as a business expense." Gin told him.

"Ow, my hair!" Tecchou snapped at Jouno.

"Well, don't leave your hair under me and try to move then." Jouno groaned back, turning away from him.

"You're annoying, you know." Tecchou pouted.

"Yes, fuck you too." Jouno laughed.

"And mean." Tecchou added.

"And you're whiney." Jouno tacked on.

"Quit the marital fight, guys." Tachihara sighed.

"Are they always like this?" Gin asked him.

"Always. Every day. All the time. Even while they're sleeping sometimes." Both began complaining then, making Tachihara start laughing.

"Hey, you two." Gin addressed them. "Don't bring your poor son into the fight. You can't bring the kids into a marital dispute." She teased.

"You're right. Michizou, don't mind your mother." Jouno smiled.

"Why am I the mom!?" Tecchou asked incredulously.

"More empathy." Jouno excused.

"Fine." Tecchou smacked his arm. "Now be quiet, I'm tired, husband."

"Yes, wife." Tecchou huffily snuggled back up to his pillow and went back to sleep.

"You two should sleep too, your internal clock or whatever might get messed up because of the blindness." Gin poked both Tachihara and Jouno.

"Yeah, yeah." Tachihara laid down to sleep with a huff and Jouno simply went back to sleep again.

"Sigma's out." Kenji whispered.

"Yeah, he's easy." Tatsuhiko smiled from where he'd laid down with the two-tone and albino, both of whom refused to allow him to leave.

"Good luck, kids." Tatsuhiko told them.

"Yeah, yeah, old man, get some sleep." Twain smirked looking at his trapped position.

"Maybe." Tatsuhiko did anyway.

"Oh yeah, why hasn't Doctor Yosano used her ability to heal any of them?" Twain asked.

"Because she has to almost kill someone to heal them." Kenji told them.

"Yeah, and they've all been through something traumatic, I doubt she wants to make that worse by giving them all near death experiences." Gin answered further.

"True." Twain ran his fingers through Poe's hair, making him fall asleep from the gentle touch.

"It's inevitable for some of us, though. I doubt she wants long-term patients like Tachihara and Tecchou." Jun'ichiro told them.

"Well, she's bound to send some people home soon."

"Probably me, Jouno, and Akutagawa first. Us two are the least injured and Jouno has healed mostly. Then she'll send Poe home once he's not biting out of instinct anymore probably a few days after or at the same time." Jun'ichiro told them.

"Then she'll send Nikolai, Sigma, and Fyodor home since they have people and they won't be alone if something happens. Then she'll heal Tachihara and Tecchou and send them home."

"True, she seems pretty worried about Tecchou's hip." Kenji told them.

"Well, he had a knife in there, it probably cut something and it was dislocated. She would need to heal him to fix a cut muscle." Akutagawa told them.

"Yeah, probably." Gin sighed. Twain was tucking Poe in and sitting on the end of his bed, putting Karl into Edgar's arms to cuddle with him.

"Well, get to sleep, Lovecraft is coming in the morning to babysit." Twain told them. Thankfully, morning came quick. It came with Tatsuhiko waking up at his alarm to quickly turn it off, but Sigma had startled awake with it as well.

"Sorry." He pressed his lips against Sigma's forehead, settling him back into sleep and Lovecraft came in rather quietly. "Help me up, I need to go to work." Shibusawa asked softly and Lovecraft carefully extricated him from the bed and Tatsuhiko leaned over Nikolai to kiss his forehead as well and then the same for Fyodor.

"Morning, Lovecraft." Nikolai greeted, yellow eyes watching over the tall man.

"Good morning, Gogol." Lovecraft greeted back.

"I've heard a lot about you." Nikolai alerted him.

"Have you now?" Howard asked, gently waking Twain, Gin, and Kenji to allow them to have time to wake up before Yosano came in.

"Yes, Bram spoke of you quite a lot when I was allowed to speak to him." Nikolai told him.

"You know Bram? I haven't heard from him for almost a decade now." Lovecraft drawled as he sat on Nikolai's side of the two beds he and Sigma kept together.

"Yes, Fukuchi brought him to meetings occasionally. He and I spoke sometimes while Fukuchi was busy. I also housed him for about a month too while Fukuchi was off in Europe for something." Nikolai told him.

"What, pray tell, did he say about me?" Lovecraft smiled a bit, Bram spoke of him. Perhaps he'd be released soon from the questioning Taneda and Sakaguchi was surely giving him.

"Old tales of his time in Europe. He liked telling me the names of the cats you two fed in Romania. He quite liked when I let him cuddle my cat, Vera. He liked cats." Nikolai smiled softly.

"Past tense? Did something happen to him?" Lovecraft felt fear clawing at something he didn't know could exist, his heart? He thought he'd grown numb in these last eight years without Bram around to assure him he wasn't just a heartless monster.

"Nobody told you?" Nikolai asked, looking at Yosano coming into the room.

"Told me what?" Howard asked.

"So Fukuchi didn't tell anyone about Bram?" The clown reconfirmed.

"No, Nikolai, nobody knows anything about someone named Bram." Yosano told him as she looked through her notes to make sure she hadn't forgotten someone or they hadn't missed someone when they had saved the nine from Fukuchi.

"Fyodor killed Bram as an act of mercy. That's why Fukuchi took the three of us." Nikolai told him and it felt like he had crumbled and the rage turned toward Fyodor, who was just waking up and rubbing his eyes tiredly.

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by Duches

Это был просто подарок для десятилетней девочки.

В тексте есть намек на известного капитана и использована небольшая цитата из фильма «Пираты Карибского моря. Проклятие черной жемчужины».

Words: 667, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский

Series: Part 2 of Отцы и дети

Fandoms: Vorkosigan Saga - Lois McMaster Bujold

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Tatya Vorbretten, Rene Vorbretten, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Kid Fic

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