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ateez watching indian movies with you

author's note: i'm a brown atiny who majored in film aka bollywood/indian movies are a huge part of my identity— i was watching kal ho naa ho the other night nd was thinking abt whether or not atz would watch indian movies w me and what their reactions would be. also, i def missed a huge chunk of movies so pls excuse me ehe

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hongjoong: this poor baby he's so dedicated to his work but would do his best to make time for the two of you to watch a three hour long indian movie with you, only to fall asleep part way through. he'd last the first 10-15 minutes then pass out, and if you're watching a south indian film, he'll immediately wake tf up when a gun goes off or during the first fight scene. he'd really want to watch rrr with you but fully fall asleep, only to be scared awake during the scene with ntr jr (bheem) wrestling the tiger and be scared shitless from there. however, if you're watching a romcom? gl bc the man is definitely fully asleep and will wake up at the end and say, "that was good i enjoyed it!" you want to be mad at him, but he looks so well rested that you're glad he enjoyed the movie in some way, shape, or crazy form. but fr he'd love the movies that are super detailed and conceptual like if he watched pushpa: the rise, he's definitely highly anticipating pushpa: the rule. he's a 2 part film kinda guy imo he loves the long development and the intensive research and the dedication a director puts into his work. i think he's a rajamouli guy for sure. maybe even like sholay, lagaan, english vinglish— you get the idea.

seonghwa: seonghwa's a super emotional audience member— everything affects him so deeply, especially scenes with heartbreak or little kids. like, the scene in kuch kuch hota hai where kajol (anjali) finds out that srk (rahul) is in love with rani mukherji (tina) and she's just sobbing and then the song plays? hwa is fully sobbing. he's like clinging to you and drying his eyes and you're patting his back while whispering "it's just a movie it's okay" but it's not okay because unrequited love HURTS. he's definitely more of a bollywood romcom person and probably will want to binge all of srk's movies with you one night, and during the most romantic songs, he'll stand up and copy the iconic srk stance (you know the one with his arms stretched out and then the female lead runs into his arms) and he'll 100% expect you to run into his arms. he's a karan johar bitch fr... either karan johar or yrf. i feel like he wouldn't really vibe with south indian films and end up preferring the sappy, bollywood romcom. but, he's totally an indian serial slut and would binge everything like there's no tomorrow (yeh rishta, iss pyaar ko kya naam doon?, bade achhe lagte hain, and so on) but in terms of movies, he'd love kabhi alvida naa kehna, kabhi kushi khabi gham, kal ho naa ho, dostana, kuch kuch hota hai, chalte chalte (just call him an srk stan and move on).

yunho: one word: golmaal. he would love the shit outta rohit shetty i'm telling you. like, yes, he appreciates the fine cinema that comes from india, but rohit shetty's got him rolling on the floor in fits. yunho gives such bakwas indian movie vibes but we're here for it— like, the dumbassary in golmaal 2 is everything to him, and chennai express would send him into fits (especially the drunk srk scene). he'd also 100% get up on his feet and start dancing to the upbeat songs in the films more than anything, though, he would fully make fun of the super dramatic scenes with the bawling and sobbing— and i'm not talking about truly tragic scenes but like when the sadness is overdramatic and it suddenly starts raining while the main character is crying (specifically the song tujhe yaad na meri aayee from kuch kuch hota hai) so it's safer to stick to the dumb funny movies... maybe give good newwz a whirl

yeosang: yeosangie is happy to do anything and everything with you even if he knows the movie will confuse the shit outta him. you'd probably start the guy off on the sequel to a movie (my brain immediately went don 2 or dhoom 2) and he'll be so mad confused the whole time, so he'll keep asking you questions during the movie because he wants to be just as invested in it as you are. more than anything, though, he's more invested in you explaining the movie because of how passionately you talk about the plot and the characters and the dialogue— you might as well forego the movie and just describe the movie to him while spooning in bed. that being said, he'd probably also rewatch the movie a couple of times to fully wrap his head around the film now that he's acquired your commentary and can pair it with the visuals in the film. either that or the poor thing would fall asleep... but he'd fall asleep on your shoulder and just sink into your embrace so fuck the movie just cuddle and take a nap while armaan malik sings in the background

san: san is such a wild card imo but let's be real i feel like he'd be such a horndog while watching movies so it doesn't even matter what movie you put on he'll only be half present, especially if the don series or race series or lust stories is playing oh dear god don't show this man cocktail if you want to actually watch a movie with you... or pathaan dear lord help BUT i feel like he'd be more interested in the family related movies— like where family is everything so k3g, ala vaikunthapurramuloo, bomarillu, chillar party, main hoon na, tararumpum, etc. also maybe even the ones about friendship, so zindagi naa milegi dobara, 3 idiots, dil chahta hai, jaane tu ya jaane na, rang de basanti, kai po che— again, the wildest of cards. he'd be down to see anything honestly. anything for his love wink wonk

mingi: god this boy i feel like he would ask all the questions in the world like every other dialogue it's just another question (but they're all related to the movie so it's... okay?) but he just won't have the patience to wait for the next scene to answer his question. no, he wants to know from you so movies like 83, chak de india, dil bole hadippa, paan singh tomar, jersey (BUT THE TELUGU ONE JFC NOT THE HINDI ONE I CANNOT EMPHASIZE ENOUGH), dangal, basically any sports movie would be best for him because most of his questions would be about the sport so there's no chance of you spoiling the movie for him but i feel like he'd also be a huge priyanka chopra fan but some of her filmography is........ traumatizing? confusing? i'm thinking fashion specifically for trauma while what's your raashee? is just so unbelievably confusing. he'd also like deepika padukone, alia bhaat, samantha, rashmika— as long as she's pretty and a talented actress, mingi's gonna vibe

wooyoung: indian movies are his jam imo he'd get up on his feet every single song and dance his heart out even if the song is super duper sad (man's is fully dancing to naatu naatu but then also sadly jamming to komuram bheemudo two seconds later the duality is insane). his favorite actors are definitely allu arjun, vijay, hrithik roshan, varun dhawan, tamannaah— and he would rewatch the shit outta abcd and dhoom 2 because the dance numbers are truly impeccable. movies like abcd, rab ne bana di jodi, chance pe dance are right up his alley but i also feel like he'd have fun watching bunty aur babli, jhoom barabar jhoom, race gurram, etc. he's a happy-go-lucky kinda movie guy, imo

jongho: jongho's the type to be super judgmental but like in the best way possible. he sits and watches the movie quietly with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrows furrowed. super quiet and super serious. you sneak glances at him every so often but you seriously can't tell what's going on in his head until he debriefs you after the movie is done, which could go one of two ways: he spares your feelings and tells you he likes the movie (if you tell him that this movie is your most favorite movie in the world) or be completely straightforward with you and dive into an in-depth film analysis. i feel like he'd prefer the movies with gorgeous soundtracks though and want to learn to sing some of the songs (we hate kabir singh in this house but bekhayali would shake his world, and fanaa oh lord he would love that ost with all of his heart... maybe even the main hoon na ost) but lordy any ost with sid sriram is his JAM

#ateez #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #broatz #ateez headcanons

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dumdaradumdaradum · 2 years

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11. Kaali Kaali raaton se hone lagi h dosti.

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

"Shut up."

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

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

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

"Ahaa!"

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

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

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

"I have this."

Bheem threw the undershirt back at Ram's head.

"Oh."

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

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

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

"Bhai-"

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

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

"Ye sb kya h?!"

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

"I can see."

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

"Ram?"

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

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

She bent down to pick up the blue tie.

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

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

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

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

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

"Why would I be mad?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why would I be mad, patidev?"

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

"Say na.."

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

'I, uh.. you-"

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

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

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

"I'm not mad."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do we have to?"

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

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

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

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

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

"But-"

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

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

"This?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ha?"

She sighed inadvertently, "where were you lost?"

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

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

Bed dipped beside him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sleep.

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

"No, let's go."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kya hua?"

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

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

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

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

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

God how he wished he could kiss her..

When had he turned into such a lover.

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

I love you.

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

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

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

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

"I'll get ready."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

Her eyes gleamed, "kachori!"

Hastily he tucked in the shirt and went out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her eyes twinkled seeing the milkcakes. She loved them.

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you want something?"

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

"No."

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

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

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

"Haan."

Once again they lapsed in comfortable silence.

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

"I'm going up for a bit."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You see that tree?"

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

No leaves. It looked cadaverous.

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

"Haan. What about him?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We were kids!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Must have been wind."

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

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

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

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

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

"What girl?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She was so happy, Chitra.. "

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

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

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

"Really?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n kept a hand on his knee.

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

If only he had spoke up, Ram thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n could only whisper a small oh.

"Still think none if this happens?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#rrr prompt #rrr #rrr fandom #ram x reader #ram x wife!reader #rrr x reader #fluff?#somewhere between fluff and nothing

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Random press person: Ram is so cool

Ram Charan: k

Random press person: He’s so tough and powerful

Ram Charan: k

Random press person: Unlike Bheem, he’s pretty soft—

Tarak: oh no

SS Rajamouli: oh no

Karthikeya Rajamouli: oh no

Pranathi and Upasana: oh no

Ram Charan, rolling up his sleeves: now listen :)

#rrr #incorrect quotes #incorrect rrr quotes #rrr film #charak #ram charan #jr ntr #ss rajamouli

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My friend: what is the gayest thing you have ever heard or seen

*Me pulling out my phone showing my friend a picture* this is the most gsyest think. But in reality they are known and called as best friend or *very close friends*

My friend: isn't it the pic of Ram and Bheem from RRR movie

Me: yes I want them to F---k

My friend: Nah I don't think they are straight but......

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#rambheem #the are not straight #definitely not super straight #they are gay #super gay #just look at them #rrr #jr ntr #ram charan #bheem

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I had a sudden RamBheem idea....

Idk man this is me in the morning thinking about Ram and Bheem, in an modern setting AU. This image came to me out of nowhere...

Just think about...

A recently promoted Major A. Rama Raju who just recieved the Emblem on his insignia. And the newly appointed DMO of the Battalion, Dr. K. Bheem. It's no surprise their paths had crossed, them being an army officer and an army doctor. But what struck everyone was how they quickly became friends after Ram was admitted under his care after a mission, successful for others, but annoyingly reckless on his part.

Two young strength, full of zeal, came together on their common motto of saving lives. One that protects his countrymen and the other that protects the protectors of his countrymen.

The friendship was fast but the the rest of the development was slow, rather be said unconsciously.

They met every over the various antics caused my men commanded under Ram's. Or when Ram called Bheem over tea breaks or hang out when their duty was loose or the free days Bheem drove out Ram to the town and mixed with the local people. Ram had watched his friend, so happy and jolly, loved by all bringing out cheers from children and a smile from the adults in the war-laden atmoshphere.

They talked about their families, parents and siblings and of a promised fiance since childhood who's waiting for Ram at his hometown.

But did that stop Ram from falling in love?

Then there was a well aimed bullet-shot from behind the truncated hills, very well hidden........ and the last thing Ram heard was a number of rounds of shots firing, some soldiers calling out to their Major and his last sense was of a man whose smile was as bright as the sun, eyes as innocent as a fawn, fingers like artist who saves lives..

"Bheem...." were his last words before Ram closed his eyes.

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#well that was mainly from Ram's POV #😅#and Bheem? what about him?#rambheem #rrr #modern au #rrr movie

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rambheemisgoated · 2 years

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I will literally get violent.

THEY FUCKED. THEY FUCKED AN HOUR AGO.

Why is Bheem calling Ram "Bhaiya, anna, brother" WHAT THE FUUUUUUUCK

The worst?! Ram called him THAMMUDU!

T h E y f u c k E d

Fanfic writers please, they're either brothers or they're fucking in the universe, IT CAN NOT BE SIMULTANEOUS

#rambheem fanfic #rambheem

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Andhari Kosam Bahujana Jhanda Song Lyrics In Telugu & English - Jai Bheem,Dr,Br Ambedkar

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touch // ramaraju

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(A/N- request by one of my favs, @thewinchestergirl1208 ! I hope this matches what you had in mind, I tried? anywho, feedback is appreciated!

~Juhi <3 )

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Ram read through the books he had found in the nearby library and sighed to himself, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair. The days have been long and hard, nothing really being enough. They weren’t really going anywhere, no real destination or outcome was visible in this unending battle to become free, and the only thing keeping them together was hope.

Well, hope for everyone else.

Ram held on because of another reason entirely, a reason he wasn’t even ready to admit out loud. His best friend, the woman who has been with him ever since he came clean of his doings and sought her help in freeing Bheem and Malli, Y/N. His Y/N, although he’d never tell her that.

Or so he thought.

Maybe it was the fact that she was slowly opening up to other people and wasn’t coming to him as much, or that he was seeing how men were noticing her, the green feeling of jealousy spread like wildfire in his heart. He was content with her as his closest friend before, but now he knew if he didn’t have her all for himself he would burn the village down.

Just as the heat of his thoughts began to spread in his head, a voice shook him out of his reverie. “Are you sleeping in the library, Ram? That’s not a very nice thing to do.”

Y/N’s tone was light and amused, and his eyes snapped open as he turned to her. She sat on top of the table beside his chair as she looked down at him with a small smile threatening to get bigger, and Ram’s heart beat faster than every train in the country. How dare she steal his heart and then look so innocent like she had done absolutely nothing?

Y/N was dressed in a royal peacock blue saree, her usual bangles and jhumkas glinting in the light of the library and his eyes zeroed down on the ridiculously beautiful kamarband she wore and the sweat drops on her hip trailing towards it.

Ram gulped harshly, rubbing his face as he smiled sheepishly at her. “What are you doing here? I heard you were busy today.”

Busy showing a few men around town, according to her little sister. Her sister had a smug smile as she raved about how the men wanted her sister around them for a while now, after all she was super pretty and-

“Ram? Are you even listening to me?” He blinked and looked up, the unimpressed look on Y/N’s face making him sit up straight, bashful. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“I wanted to take a few books from you that you might recommend for me to read, since you know a lot of those. I was getting bored at home and thought to come to you for a few, what would you recommend?”

Ram stood up and frowned, looking through the books around him. “If you like science there’s a bunch of books here by the scientist Isaac Newton, translated from Latin to English. Or if you like fiction, I’d suggest…” Ram trailed off as she watched him silently, an unreadable expression on her face.

“Y/N, is everything okay? You look lost, did I- oh wait.” Y/N bit her lip slowly as Ram stepped closer to stand between her legs, a smirk on his face as he placed his hands on either side of her on the table. “You don’t know English, is that why you got so silent?”

She gulped, looking everywhere but at him as she slowly nodded. Ram smiled and shook his head, raising his hand to push her hair out of her face. “It’s not really that bad, you know? I can teach you English if you want, you don’t have to overthink it.”

Y/N looked at him, the same unreadable expression on her face as she thought about it. She studied his face, a small smile appearing on her face as she nodded.

“When do the classes start?”

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“Why do they have 26 letters?” Y/N grumbled as Ram smirked at her while she furiously glared at the papers he put in front of her.

“We have so many more alphabets in Telugu, Tamil, Hindi and so many more languages that you already know, Y/N. This will be very easy for you. Now come on, do you remember them all? You’ve been staring at those pages for an hour, those alphabets and words.”

“I have no idea-”

“Let me help then.”

Ram scooted closer to Y/N, looking at the letters and then at her. “Look at these alphabets and the way they curve, see?” He grabbed her finger and put it on the paper, gliding it across each line drawn to spell out the alphabet ‘A’. He moved on to ‘B’ and tightened his grip on her wrist, the smile on his face widening just a little when he felt her stiffen, her breath stuttering as she glanced at him, her eyes wide and pupils dilated.

“What’s with you Y/N? Are you paying attention?”

She blinked twice and nodded hurriedly, looking at the paper again as she whispered the alphabets under her breath, Ram whispering them in her ear and commending her when she got them right.

“You look like you’re getting the hang of it, that’s nice.” Ram smiled and put the papers away, pressing a soft kiss into Y/N’s hair. Y/N sat straighter and nodded, trying to stand up when Ram wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his lap.

“I thought we were done, Ram.” She whispered, wiggling and trying to get out of his lap when he tightened his arm, pressing her back against his chest and chuckled, sending shivers down her spine. “We’re done when I say we’re done, got it? Now, let’s get on with it.”

Ram moved Y/N’s hair to the front and pulled her a little closer, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I’ll write an alphabet on your back, and if you get it right, you’ll be rewarded. Bonus points if you can even spell out the words that I’m writing. Okay?”

Her jhumkas danced as his warm breath hit her ear and she shivered, nodding slowly. “What reward are you talking about, though?” She said as he chuckled and moved her pallu out of his way, gazing at her bare back almost wolfishly. Y/N bit her lip as she felt his finger glide down her back, moving up and down and up again before stopping.

“You’ll know when you get it right. Now, what alphabet did I write?”

“Uh… was it ‘W’?” Ram smiled and nodded, his hot fingers moving down as he pressed a kiss to her back, right in the middle. Y/N instantly stood up, eyes wide and breath uneven as she stared at him, her pallu tightly gripped in her hands. “What… what did you just do Ram?”

Ram interlocked their fingers together and rubbed her knuckles soothingly, gazing up at her with soft eyes. “That was the reward, bangaram. Kavala vadda*?” Y/N tightened her grip on his fingers just a little and smiled at him, making him pull her back into his eager arms with ease.

One of Ram’s hands slipped back, rubbing patterns all over her back while the other one curled into her hair, tugging her closer till their lips were mere inches apart. “The next letter you get right will earn you another kiss. Now, which letter am I drawing on your back?”

Ram drew a line down her back and waited as she moved closer to him, the nervousness in her eyes evident. “Uh, ‘I’?” He smiled and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss just below her collarbone, looking up at her with twinkling eyes.

He drew a line down and then another across it, and she gasped, feeling his lips ghosting above her collarbone and waiting. “L.” Y/N tried to muffle her whimpers at each kiss he pressed against her body for each letter that left her mouth, burying her face into his neck.

“O.”

“V.”

“E.”

Ram gently lifted her into his arms, standing up as he walked to his bed. Y/N’s hands around his neck tightened as she slowly said, “You wrote this word on those papers. Love… love ante prema kada*?” Ram looked down at her with pride and pressed a kiss to her forehead as he set her down on his bed.

“Spell this word out, and you’ll win this round.” Ram whispered softly, moving down till his head was level to her waist, and wrote on it, smiling at the way she shivered under his touch.

“Ram,” she whimpered, tugging at his hair as she brought him closer. He hummed along, waiting for her to answer, making her huff as she pulled him to her chest. “You wrote your name on me, now I’m out of patience.” Ram laughed as their lips collided, his palms roaming her entire body freely as her fingers got lost in his hair, trying to get him impossibly closer to her.

They kissed each other like it was the only thing they could do, like nothing else really mattered and they had no time left for anything else. Ram sighed into her lips, picking her up with ease as his lips trailed down south, his fingers fiddling with her blouse and unhooking expertly.

“Hold on, wait,” she panted as he pulled away, staring at her. “I love you, Ram.” Ram smiled like a thousand suns, the happiness immense and blinding as he showered her with kisses again, each kiss like it was their last.

“I love you, I love you so much.” He murmured against her lips, his movements getting messier as he tugged his shirt off, pulling at her saree and grumbling under his breath when his hands got tangled in her pallu and he couldn’t get himself out.

“Why is this- oh my God, why is this tightening around my hands? Y/N, a little help?” Y/N chuckled and sat up, straddling him and resting her arms on his shoulders. “Nidaname pradhanamu, vinnava eppudaina*? With what you’ve done, I’m pretty sure it will take a long time to get you and me both out of my saree.”

She combed her fingers gently through his hair gently and smiled as Ram sighed in contentment, tugging his hair back harshly to see his eyes open in shock and a strangled moan leave him.

“Hadavidi lo gadabida*, people should learn this from you. Go easy, I’m not running away from you. I’ll stay till the end.” Ram sighed and smiled at her, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers as he breathed in, the sense of ecstacy and elation that filled him seemingly never ending.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips as she smiled, gently kissing him. “I love you too, you strong impatient man.”

Both of them drowned in each other’s presence, blissfully unaware and ignorant of possibly anything else.

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Ram woke up to an empty bed, the familiar smell that he associated with Y/N lingering in his room enough for him to know that she hadn’t left too long ago. He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he sat up, looking for her when he saw a piece of paper. He picked it up, his eyes widening before a smirk took over his face, the paper and the English on it falling down as he chuckled, looking out of the window as the Sun rose.

We should do this again, preferably next time with you knowing how to get my saree off.

All the love, Y/N.

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Kavala vadda?- Do you want it or not?

love ante prema kada?- it means love in English right?

Nidaname pradhanamu, vinnava eppudaina?- slow and steady, have you ever heard of it?

Hadavidi lo gadabida- making a mess in a hurry

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