#zubaan

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I think I like Zubaan already but it's too early to tell. But his design is nice-

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

IPKKND OS: Meetha Ishq Ka

Warning: Slightly mature theme | Canon | 

Word Count: 1391 | 8-10 minutes read

I’ve often been accused of being shy and sheltered. Seeing the world as if everything and everyone was as sweet as chashni. It’s surprising how quick people are to point out that the world is bitter and I am blind. It’s not my fault if I lived my whole life in my babuji’s sweet shop! 

He nurtured me with kindness and wisdom, imparting key knowledge to one and all. Lucknow was my home, where I met my closest friends. When someone looks at me they think “Oh, she’s so happy!”. That’s not true. In reality I’ve been a companion to tears and cries. Of humiliation and rage. 

But believing in goodness above all, I am resolved to solve everything with sweetness. Aakhir kya karu? It’s elemental to who I am.  And I am not ashamed of looking at the world with a bit more hope and courage than most people.

Especially Diabetic Singh Raizada. 

I would never point out his health condition - in fact I’m rather sympathetic to it. I have spent hours studying what sugarfree is, but the thing is Karela Raizada simply knows how to break my heart every moment. From the first time I met him he ran away from me as if I’m poison. 

Maybe I am. Considering my bubbliness and sweetness, it doesn’t take a genius to understand that he has complicated emotions in his heart. I remember Di saying there’s something about me that reminds him of childhood. And I know he hasn’t had a good one.

I think my gripe with Mr. Raizada comes from the fact that I’m irrevocably drawn to him. I had concluded that men like him have no space in my life but when I learned he’s also from Lucknow, has a softer side to him and actually doesn’t mind my presence in his house - rather looks forward to it - I couldn’t help but melt. 

Who wouldn’t? It’s Arnav. And Devi Maiyya ki kasam he’s been blessed with a beautiful face. 

Talking about melting, I sometimes had the urge to melt Shyam Manohar Jha in a pot of boiling oil.  That man! I always felt something was wrong about him when he touched me as if I was his own. Who gives him the right to hold me like that? To attempt to learn my secrets? I tried warning those close to me that something was wrong with this man who claimed to love me, when it looked like he was trying to get into people’s good books. 

I still remember the first time I was in Shantivan. Arnav Singh Raizada had glared at me from the other end of the living room but tell me - why couldn’t take his eyes off me? Also, if I may overshare my dear friends, I think he smells me before he sees me. I see his nose twitch, a hint of smile on his shapely lips as he recognizes my fragrance before he quickly dons his mask - yes a mask! - of akduness.  

Now that I'm in the mood to overshare, I lost myself the first time I touched his lips. I believe he was in a haze, a bit unwell - so I won’t count it as anything romantic. 

What will count is when I saw him on New Year’s Eve, face silhouetted between the curtains, skin glowing by the fairylights. Still, my most favourite moment that I count as rather romantic was post marriage.  I was alone with him in his cabin and he stared at me - contemplating something. 

It was cold in the office but I couldn’t have felt hotter. Slowly, he pulled me closer to him, eyes dark in temptation. I was left speechless. I had thought after the wedding he would absolutely abhor me but no, here he was, taking every single risk - the curtains were still open! 

Oh my Devi Maiyya, anyone could see us in his office. 

But he didn’t care. I felt it was a temptation he was willing to cross regardless of the risk. And I lost my capability of functioning. There were so many more words left to exchange - like first of all, why didn’t Kadwa Raizada ever confess that he has a fondness for me? One can’t go from avoidance to indulgence at once!

But then this is Arnav. I wouldn’t be the one to stop him if he looked at me with his hooded eyes. I closed mine as he took me into a sinful, luscious kiss. A deep breath left me, as if we’d be waiting for this for ages.

Oh! He bites! 

“Aap?” We froze. Scandalised. His wife of six months and my best friend caught us red handed. My juices were on his hand - evidence of our crimes. Khushi smiled, with the fondness of someone who realised what longing did to someone, and shyly chuckled that she would have made me - Jalebi - meet Arnav more frequently if she had only known Arnav liked me too. 

As a sweet dish I had many friends, but none like Khushi Kumari Gupta. She was a part of my soul and I, hers. Hence it was no surprise we both loved the same man too. However, my friendship to Khushi rivalled my love for Arnav. If his mistake of reciprocating his affections for me - once - brought a smile on Khushi’s lips, I’d gladly be in this one sided relationship till the end of my life. 

And surprisingly what started as unrequited love ended as friendship with Khatta Raizada. He had to ask me - YES ME - tips for making jalebis. Would I call myself evil for misguiding him and letting him create a horrible jaleba for Khushi? 

Jaleba was a terrible creation. But much like Khushi and her ability to love anyone, she kissed Jaleba with sweetness. His bitter, burnt crisp edges didn’t hide the fact that somehow he was sweet on the inside.

I am never going to be Jaleba’s friend - if you ask me he belongs in the dustbin. But I am jealous of his ability to close an argument between Khushi and Arnav. There is something in him… I agree. 

Perhaps as Payal had once said about Arnav to Khushi, Jaleba might not be who I think he is. 

Wait, wasn’t this supposed to be about Arnav and my love for him? Then why am I mentioning  Jaleba so much? That oddly shaped creature with no taste nor eye for art! No, I feel nothing for him. We have absolutely no relationship.

Devi Maiyya ki kasam, I’d change my name before I call Jaleba a sweet dish. 

Even if Khushi fondly spoke about him the next day. 

“Oh wow Khushi-ji! This is Nannav’s jaleba? How romantic.” NK - my best friend #2 - sighed as he had the audacity of putting me and Jaleba on the same plate.

“Isn’t it cute Nanhe-ji?” Khushi smiled. 

“It is Khushi ji, it’s like Jalebi and Jaleba are made for each other!” NK grinned.

Jaleba and I stared at each other, horrified. We looked away, vowing to never consider the other under a romantic light. I knew his heart was for Khushi - he was only made for her. And my heart was with my Arnav. 

However, dare I admit I felt something pop on my crispy skin like it's not the hot oil. Nor would I admit I spent the rest of the day hidden in the bottom layer of the chashni pot, I wouldn't - and couldn't - look at Jaleba in the eyes after that comment. 

Until Khushi forgot me in the chashni pot and Arnav dropped Jaleba here too - hoping he'd learn some sweetness. 

"Hey," I jumped at his voice. He sounded like Arnav? Coated in chashni I admitted against my belief that we're... similar. He's made of the same thing as me. Except I had a different upbringing than him. 

Jaleba looked away as the chashni made my skin translucent. And like a gentleman, he pushed more of the sweet syrup towards me and stood at the other end of the pot. 

Hey hey.... Hey hey heyyyy…. Meetha Ve... heyyyyyy....Meetha Ve.... ooooo.... oh Meetha Ve... 

OH MY DEVI FREAKING MAIYYA

– – – 

Jalebi ko hai pasand mithaai,

Par Jaleba ko meetha na lubhaai, 

Kya inn dono ke raaste kabhi ek ho payenge?

Jaan ne ke liye dekhiye, Iss Meethe Ko Kya Chashni Doon? 

Only on Halwa Plus!

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A/N: Yes, I know the next Pulitzer Prize is for me for writing this absolutely award worthy fic. True talent *dramatic cry*, lemme know how you all like this! LOL!

[the-wild-candy]

Nazar is so fucking real.

[yourdesicousin]

zubaan kesari mat bolo, bas dono ungliyan aankh mein daal lo bc

[linesandlattes]

the way paparazzi literally said 'kya spiderman banega re tu??? mark nahi dikh rha' to THE TOM HOLLAND is peak desi behaviour. jo dil mei woh zubaan pe aa hi jaata hai

[mpluscinecreation]

[thatstolenpayal]

aadmi sochta kya hai? hota kya hai? kitne shikve kitni shikayatein, kitne saalon se jo sawaal dabaaye rakhe hai, sab pyar banke beh gaya, firdaus, us ek lafz ne hisaab kar diya mera

“mujhe to laga tha tum azaad karoge” “khud se azaadi toh sirf maut de sakti hai, ya phir ishq”

agar meri kismat me sirf khaak likha hai, mujhe qubool hai, agar yeh hi meri aakhri aah hai, mujhe qubool hai, qubool hai, qubool hai

kuch cheezein apni jagah pe hi theek rehti hai, door se dekh lo, aankhen sek lo, haath lagao toh gaayab ho jaati hai

“aankhen kaabu me rakho, zubaan apne aap mithi ho jaayegi”

“pehli baar jab tumhe dekha tha firdaus, bomb fatt gaya tha seene me, ek ek cheez tumhari yaad hai mujhe, tumhara scarf, tumhari kahaniyon ki kitaab, wo lambi chaudi ajgar jaisi ghaati, chinar ka lal, wo ek ek din jo maine roz jiya hai”

fitoor, 2016

[chameli]

Jhoome jo Pathaan meri jaan Mehfil hi loot jaaye Dede jo zubaan meri jaan Uspe mar mit jaaye

SHAH RUKH KHAN & DEEPIKA PADUKONE in Pathaan (2023)

[boobo13cambridge]

O Re Piya | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: kissing, fingering.

Summary: It’s the day of your brother’s wedding, and you're running late. The main culprit: your handsy husband who can’t seem to control himself seeing you in a lehenga. 

A/N: Hello, everyone! I’ve been MIA for a few weeks because I was dealing with a lot of personal issues. I wrote this sporadically and I really wanted to finish this for you guys. Please leave me feedback, I would greatly appreciate it. Enjoy, lovelies ❣️

Nazrein bolen duniya bole

(The glances are telling, the world knows)

dil ki zaban haaye dil ki zubaan

(The story of my heart, oh, the story of my heart)

Ishq maange ishq chahe koi toofan

(Love prays, love wishes for a hurricane (to stir the life within))

The sun rose high in the sky, painting the world in a warm and golden glow. The flowers, arranged with care and love, burst into full bloom, their petals as vibrant and colourful as the bride's lehenga. The sun's rays kissed each delicate petal, illuminating their beauty with an ethereal glow.

The gentle breeze danced through the trees, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the delicate rustling of leaves. The birds chirped merrily, their songs adding to the symphony of the day. The sound was a soft and soothing melody, one that filled the air with tranquillity and joy. 

The guests, dressed in their finest attire, basked in the warmth of the sun and the beauty of the day, and the groom’s sister was still hidden from the common eye as she struggled to get ready, the emotional toll of the day a huge weigh on her delicate shoulders. Thankfully, her husband was out helping her family to lessen the burden and give her some breathing room to get ready. 

As the young beauty came out of the bathroom leaving behind a cloud of jasmine and oud, her makeup delicately done to match the pink hues of her lehenga and her long black hair flowing down her back in delicate waves, her eyes were immediately drawn to the soft, delicate hues of her lehenga. A vision in light pink, the fabric flowed like a gentle stream, its folds and creases catching the light of the sun in a breathtaking display.

The intricate embroidery, painstakingly crafted by skilled artisans, was a masterpiece of intricate design, with every stitch and bead radiating its own unique brilliance. The shimmering stones, like sparkling stars in the sky, adorned the hem and neckline of the lehenga, casting a soft and iridescent glow.

She carefully slipped into the choli, the bodice fit her like a glove, accentuating her curves. Next, the young woman delicately dragged on the lehenga, the flowing skirt that trailed behind her seemed to float like a soft cloud, dancing around her legs with each step. She felt like one of those Disney princesses that she used to love as a little girl. 

Her eyes caught the reflection in the mirror, and she gasped at the sight before her. The lehenga had transformed her, turning her into a radiant beauty. She reached for the matching dupatta, draping it over her right shoulder and allowing it to cascade down her back and flow in the front in a soft wave.

As she finished getting ready, spraying the perfume her beloved got her, spreading the rich aroma of amber and jasmine around the room,  her very own prince charming entered the room. His dark eyes widened, and his breath caught in his throat as he beheld her beauty.

"Mon amour," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder and desire, "you are absolutely stunning. How did I ever get so lucky to have you?"

His hands reached out to caress the delicate fabric of her lehenga, his fingers tracing the intricate embroidery with awe. His gaze lingered on the gentle curve of her waistline, the soft curve of her hips, and the delicate tilt of her plump lips.

A warm blush crept up her cheeks as she closed her eyes and basked in the sweet affection of his touch, savouring the feel of his hands on her skin. “Kylian…arrête. We need to be downstairs, they’re waiting for us.”

"Mmm, bébé. Je suis fou de toi," he murmured, his voice low and husky with lust. "You take my breath away, mon amour. You are like a goddess, come to earth to bless me with your beauty."

She felt her cheeks darken as he whispered words of adoration and love into her ear. Her heart swelled with affection and gratitude for this man who made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

Kylian drew her close, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, trailing kisses down her smooth skin each one filled with deep and abiding love that she felt deep in her bones. Her body responded to his touch, her skin igniting with a fire that burned hot and bright. She revelled in the sensation of his hands on her body, leaning into him, his touch igniting her senses and sending her heart racing.

But even as her desire for him grew, she knew they couldn't stay here forever. They needed to join the rest of the family, to celebrate her brother's wedding. People would get suspicious if they didn’t come down, especially as the groom’s older sister, her presence was imperative.

"Kylian, we need to go," she murmured, her voice tinged with reluctance. "Everyone is waiting for us."

The young football star groaned in frustration, his hands tightening around her waist. "Just a few more minutes, ma chérie," he pleaded. "I can't resist you in this lehenga. You look so beautiful."

Despite the minutes ticking away, she smiled at his words, slowly losing the will to push him away. “Kylian, s’il-vous-plaît, we need t-”

Kylian’s lips found hers in a fierce, passionate kiss, cutting her off. The flames of desire and passion that had been building between the two lovers erupted and surrounded them in an inferno. Kylian's hands roamed freely over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the gentle slope of her breasts. She moaned softly, her body responding to his touch with a fire that burned deep within her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he kissed her hungrily, his hands trying to reach every part of her body with increasing urgency.

She felt his muscles tense under her fingertips as he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her towards the bed. He lay her down gently, his eyes never leaving her as he hovered over her, his breath hot on her skin. Looking into his eyes, she felt an indescribable emotion pass through her, it was as if every particle in her body was intertwining with her beloved’s. The surge of emotions made her breathless as she gently cradled Kylian’s face in her hands. “Je t’aime si fort, Ky.”

Kylian’s intense gaze softened slightly as he turned slightly to kiss her hand, “Je t’aime, mon coeur. You’re my everything, my complete half. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have you in my life.”

His confession brought tears to her eyes. A single drop threatened to fall but he gently wiped it, summarizing in that moment all that he was to her. 

Chalna aahiste ishq naya hai

(Tread carefully as this love is new)

Pehla Yeh Vada Humne Kiya Hai

(This is the first time I've taken a vow)

Uniting their lips in a soft embrace, Kylian gently swiped her bottom lip with his tongue. She obtained her mouth to let him in, as their tongues came together in a passionate dance that sent sparks to her every extremity. As they grew needy, Kylian's hands roamed over her body with an intense hunger, his lips trailing down her neck, pausing to nuzzle against her collarbone. She gasped in pleasure as he continued to explore her body, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure that spread through her like wildfire.

His fingers found their way to the soft curves of her breasts, and he squeezed them gently, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. “Kylian, more.”

His touch was electric, sending waves of desire through her body. She arched her back, pressing herself into him, eager for more of his touch. Kylian's fingers kneaded her breasts with increasing urgency, his touch growing more intense as he sought to pleasure her. He toyed with her nipples, flicking them with his thumb and forefinger, causing her body to tremble with delight. She moaned his name, her breath coming in short gasps as she surrendered to his touch. 

One of his hands trailed down her lehenga lifting it up with urgency so he could explore wet heat between her soft thighs. His breathing grew ragged as his fingers brushed the soaking lacy fabric. 

“Kylian, we can’t. We have to go,” she protested while pushing herself into his fingers for more friction. “Bébé, let me just make you feel good, oui?” 

He pushed her panties to the side and shoved two fingers in her tight eat as she let out a loud moan. Kylian didn't want to silence her wanting to hear her moan her name in that breathless, needy tone. 

He curved his fingers reaching that spot that had her eyes crossing as she clung to his muscled back, desperate whimpers leaving her painted lips. Kylian buried his face in the valley of her breasts, his tongue leaving a wet sheen that gleamed in the sunlight. 

As the knot in her stomach tightened, Kylian increased his pace, his fingers and mouth working in perfect harmony to drive her to the brink of ecstasy. She clung to him desperately, her nails digging into his skin as she surrendered herself to his touch.

“Ky-Kylian, I’m gonna cum. Please, let me cum,” she begged as the pleasure was too much.

“Cum, bébé. Cum for me.”

Searing hot pleasure raced through her body, as she exploded, tightening around Kylian’s fingers which were still thrusting at a steady, helping her through her orgasm.

As she came down, her breathing hard and cheeks high with colour, she opened her eyes to Kylian looking down at her with soft eyes as he placed delicate kisses on her face.

“Hi, mon coeur. Enjoy yourself?” he asked cheekily. Giggling she grabbed his cheeks and bit his nose playfully. “You know I did it, you cheeky brat.”

A loud knock on the door made them both freeze, the moment shattered by the intrusion. "Kylian, Y/N, it's time to go! The baraat* is ready!" called out a voice from outside the door.

“Coming!”, she answered slightly panicked. Pushing her husband off and rushing to the mirror. Her lehenga choli was a little crinkled, and her mascara was smudged under her eyes. “Kylian! You ruined my dress and makeup, merde.” 

Rolling his eyes, Kylian came behind her and gently wrapped his arms around her, leaving a quick kiss on her neck. “T’inquiète, mon amour. I’ll help you, you’ll be fine.”

Shaking her head, she realized at that moment that while her beloved was definitely going to get them in trouble, she wouldn't trade him for anything in the world.

End Note:

*Baraat: a celebratory wedding procession that escorts the groom, who is traditionally on horseback, to the site of the wedding.

[blogbyameera]

" Pyaar ka sabse bara masla khud pyaar hai , zubaan se kuch kehta hai , dil mei kuch rakhta hai , chahta kuch hai .. karta kuch hai "

- alif az umera ahmed

[tumkokyubataye]

khuda kare ki mujhe maut ka mayassar mukaam ho jaaye

main likhu.n Ishq aur tujhe vo muh-zubaan ho jaaye

- @titslover

[qalbtalk]

mujhe yaad hai kabhi aik thay magar aaj hain hum juda juda

woh juda huwe tou sanwar gaye hum juda huwe tou bikhar gaye

kabhi ruk gaye kabhi chal diye kabhi chalte chalte bhatak gaye

yun hi umr saari guzaar di yun hi zindagi k sitam sahe

kabhi neend main kabhi hosh main tu jahan mila tujhe daikh kar

na nazar mili na zubaan hili yun hi sar jhuka k guzar gaye

kabhi zulf par kabhi chashm par kabhi tere haseen o wujood par

jo pasand thay meri kitaab main woh shayr saare bikhar gaye

kabhi arsh par kabhi farsh par kabhi unn k dar kabhi dar badar

gham e aashiqi tera shukriya hum kahan kahan se guzar gaye

[stickers-on-a-laptop]

WAS NOT EXPECTING ZUBAAN TO COME IN WITH AKASHI IN A PRINCESS CARRY!!!!!!!!!!1!! MORE REDS IN A PRINCESS CARRY PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[tasavvur-e-jaana]

Wo kehte hain ishq ki zubaan nahi hoti To phir mujhe bataaye ki urdu kya hai?

Gar har sajde mein qubool ho jaati hai dua, To koi mujhe samjhaaye ki aarzoo kya hai?

Kya har mod par naqsh e paa khojte rahenge? Saamne hai, haath nahi aata yeh justju kya hai?

Ret ke zarre sa ungliyon se fisaltaa hua, Dasht e tanhaai mein teri khushboo kya hai?

Kya baat hogi mujhse mere khaak hone ke baad, Aaj shaam haseen hai, keh de guftagu kya hai?

[raindropsofloev]

kismat se kaha tu khud se ladta hai

phir haare tu kyu yahan

jab tute hai yeh dil, ro bhi na tu paaye

aur kuch na kahe yeh zubaan

jaata jaaye tu kahan pata

teri manzil kahan

chhod aaya anjaane mein

kya vo mil payenge vahan

[nowaybiba]

mai samajhta tha mohobbat ki zubaan khushboo hai, phool se use log khoob samajhte honge

wo khushboo hai, hawaaon mei bikhar jayega; masla phool ka hai, phool kahan jayega?