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krishakamal · 9 months

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Raag - Anurag § Chapter 2

— Ram x Sneha Acharya [OC]

*⁠.⁠✧ SYNOPSIS : Sneha Acharya lost her parents at a young age. Her father's friend, Arjun decided to adopt and take her to Hyderabad. There she grew up to be a beautiful woman. Then came her doom. She arranged to marry Ram, the traitor. Where will this go now?

*⁠.⁠✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : cursing, arranged marriage, fluff, romance, cliche, reblong if you like it, 2k words.

*⁠.⁠✧ — NAVIGATION // RRR MASTERLIST // SERIES MASTERLIST

Murmurs howled through the diner, mostly filled with men who got off from work. Ram sat at one of the tables along with some of his co-workers. They all planned to go out for dinner together, when they invited Ram, he agreed too.

"Ram, you are such a boring man." Akhil laughed off, shoving a morsel in his mouth.

Another one spoke up, "Really Ram. You are only married for a few days and instead of spending time with bhabi, you are working all day?"

Ram answered nonchalantly, "Work is important."

"Aree, of course work is important but this is your honeymoon phase. You are supposed to be together all the time. Think how lonely bhabi must be feeling?"

Lonely? Sure.

Ram thought sarcastically, remembering when walking in on her reading books so focused that she didn't even notice him. Even after days of living together they still fight like cats and dogs.

God knows what she is doing right now. Probably finding new ways to kill me. O God!

Ram cried inside. What has his life come to?

Here back home Sneha felt a shiver down her spine, she mumbled under breath, "Who is thinking about me? Better not be that Shishupal."

The moon was hovering over in the sky, accompanied by millions of stars. Sneha was roaming around the house. She was feeling bored to death. She had nothing to read, or any motivation to write and no household work to do. So, she thought might as well explore the house as she had not gotten the chance before.

Sneha halted her steps in front of a wooden door, it was Ram's office. She had never been there before. Ram is way too secretive and reserved. A voice at the back of her mind told her going through someone else's possession is not okay but if the rumors were true then this was a great chance to know his plan.

Sneha hesitated for a second but then she opened the door and entered the room. There was a mahogany table crowded with files. But that's not what had her attention, her attention was on the shelf filled with books on the left wall.

Her feet lead her up to the bookshelf on their own. Her fingers brushed over the spines, feeling the curves. She randomly picked one up and read the title, 'Malavikagnimitram'. Sneha had heard about this one from one of her friends. It is a story of the love of Agnimitra, the Shunga Emperor at Vidisha, for the beautiful handmaiden of his chief queen.

Sneha never perceived Ram to be kind to read romance novels. She could not imagine his always so broody and cold personality to read romance novels.

Ram, you sneaky little swine.

Sneha opened the book, running her eyes over the black ink as she sat on one of the chairs. The story fascinated her, every character had so much depth that she could picture the story playing out in front of her eyes. She was so engrossed in the book that she failed to notice when the front door slammed shut, followed by heavy footsteps.

The office door opened and Ram walked in, only to stop, "What are you doing here?"

She flinched at his cold tone. She had not noticed when he came in. His eyes fell on the book in her hand and his body tensed up.

Ram advanced towards Sneha and snatched the book right out of her hands, "Don't you know that you should not touch others' possessions without their permission?"

"What the hell you Shishupal. It's just a book. I'm not going to eat it or something." Sneha tried to take the book back, "Now give it to me, I'm not finished yet."

Ram held it over his head, out of her reach, his expression morphed into a mischievous one, "You want the book back?"

Sneha nodded eagerly. The story was just spicing up, she was dying to know what happened next. Ram leaned forward, bringing his face down to her level.

"Then ask nicely. Then I might let you borrow it."

Ask nicely? To this Shishupal? No way in hell!

Sneha could just go to the library tomorrow and get the book but tomorrow is Sunday so the library will be closed and she will have to go Monday. Sneha doesn't think she could last that long. The curiosity and suspense will eat her from inside.

Sneha glanced at him briefly. His eyes were daring her to do it, he was hundred percent sure that she would never do that, she was too prideful.

Fuck my pride.

Sneha looked at him, eyes softening and eyebrows relaxing, with a sweet smile she asked, "Shisu— I mean, Ram, can I please borrow 'Malavikagnimitram'? Please?"

Time seemed to have stopped for Ram. His heart skipped a beat. She always called him Shishupal or Ravan. Hearing her say his name with that much sweetness awakened an emotion in his heart that he could not pinpoint. He just wanted to mess with her a bit but the plan seemed to have backfired.

Sneha grew nervous under his intense gaze. Why was he standing there like a statue? She fiddled with her fingers, calling his name but he remained still.

"So can I take the book?" As the nervousness grew, Sneha hasistately said, "I'll take that as a yes then."

She brought his hand down and took the book out of his hand and rushed out of the office before she could die of embarrassment.

As the door shut behind her with a bang, Ram snapped out. His mind still dazed. He put a hand over his chest, feeling his heart beating at the speed of a horse.

"What is happening to me?" He whispered under his breath.

Still feeling haxed, Ram sat on the main chair. Why is he feeling so wired? Is he dying? Everything is her fault. Ram jerked his head. No time for mending over these things he had more important work to do. Ram took out a file from the table's drawer and got back to work.

But why did he feel like he forgot something?

Sneha's room was dark, only the side lamp providing some golden light. She read the latter in her hand with horror. While reading the book a piece of paper fell off but she never expected it to shake her to the core.

It was from someone named Sita.

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Dawn came and roosters called for everyone to wake up and start their day. It was a new morning, new day and new changes.

Sneha sat in front of the dressing table, combing her damp hair with a wooden comb. She was still processing what she read in the letter last night. She had many questions she wanted answers to but asking Ram probably would not be a good choice.

There is little to no chance he would tell her the truth. She needed to take things into her own hands. Putting the comb on the table, Sneha applied sindoor on her mang.

She gave herself one last look over in the mirror before blowing herself a kiss, "How can someone be so pretty."

Sneha walked out of the room. She got down the stairs, when passing through the living room she noticed Ram was nowhere to be seen. Wired, he does not get up till seven. After that chai incident Ram had stopped sneaking out before Sneha woke up.

Even through the bickering and fighting, they have come to a middle ground. Sneha did the household works alongside her writing like the woman of the house while Ram whenever he could, he would help with her chores.

Sneha got to make breakfast for them. Today was a great day, she wanted to finish all the chores done and then get back to writing.

Dosa and sambar would be good.

Ram stood by the kitchen door, staring at her like you are an unsolved mystery. He didn't get a wink of sleep last night, nor could he do any work. Sneha dominated in his mind the whole time. When she looked up at him with her kajal smeared eyes, Ram felt like he was looking into the eyes of Mohini. Ram didn't know what to do with his heart. It has been restless since the previous day.

His eyes widened like a basketball when he saw Sneha getting up on a stool, trying to reach the container sitting over the cabinet.

Has she lost her mind?

Sneha balanced over the small stool on her toes. Who on earth put the rice powder there? Probably that Shishupal. Her fingers brushed against the steel, trying to grab it. Just as she did, her balance wavered and before she knew, she was falling backwards and the container was flying in the air.

"OH MY GOD!" She yelled, closing her eyes.

She waited to hit the ground and for pain to take over her body but that never happened. Her back hit a hard chest and two strong arms wrapped around her middle. She looked up, Ram holding her close to him. Time stopped. Their faces were so close that their breath interwinted.

Ram didn't release her but neither did Sneha try to free herself. The moment looked straight out of a romance novel. But the moment was short lived because the next moment rice powder rained on Sneha followed by two clanks of objects hitting the floor.

Ram's lips twitched, trying to surpass laughing but he could not. He released her, leaning over the kitchen island as loud laughter erupted from him. Sneha scowled at him, lips curling into a pout.

"Y-you look like, like a joker." Ram choked on his words.

Sneha gasped, "What? A joker? Come here you Shishupal."

Sneha grabbed a handful of rice powder and smeared it all over his face. This time Ram glared at her. Ram and Sneha faught like children playing holi and soon the whole kitchen was covered in rice powder.

"What did you say again, you Shishupal?" Sneha greeted through her teeth as she covered him in more white.

Again that Shishupal?

"First of all." Ram wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in his chest, "I'm Ram, not Shishupal."

He didn't say anything further. Sneha's palms rested on his firm chest. What is happening to her? Is it because of that letter that she felt a weird sense of possession over him? Yes, they did get married in a wrong circumstance but he was still her husband. Who's this Sita?

Her hand fisted his white shirt and spoke softly, too softly, "And?"

His lips curled into a smile, not a smirk or a mischievous one, but an innocent smile. He removed strands of hair front her face, "And—"

Chough. Chough.

You two jerked away from each other like the other one was on fire and looked at the interrupter. Ram's face lit up like the night of deepavali.

"Ramesh kaka, Mala kaki." Ram called out but the name he said sobered you up, ".....and Sita."

Sneha's eyes fell on the beauty hiding behind the elderly woman. The blissful moment broke as you came face to face with the mysterious woman of that letter.

*⁠.⁠✧ TAGLIST : @mayakimayahai @budugu

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sabface · 1 year

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we were absolutely robbed of a disgustingly heartwarming and domestic scene of ram teaching bheem how to read/write, ROBBED I TELL YOU

#rrr #rrr movie #rrr fanart #rrr bheem #rrr ram #rambheem #it was right there #ram you fool #i get that the movie was wrapping up and whatever but STILL #sabface #my art

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vijayasena · 5 months

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CHAPTER 1..

Not everyone deserves to know the real you let them criticize, who they think you are "

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No one's pov..

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The sun had started to set earlier than usual in Delhi these days, the month of Shravan surely bring some small mercies of life.. the weather in the capital was perfect neither very hot nor very cold, it was as. perfect as it can be..

Ram also craved the same treatment that ocean used to give sun, As it was always ready to embrace the ocean at the end of the day being tired whole day and going in the warmth of ocean to forget the world..

How much Ram craved to have someone like ocean, to have someone with whom he can share everything that he slowly eating him from inside how much he craved to have someone with whom he can talk and blurt everything, how his guilt is slowly consuming him..

He had started to consider himself like a monster, the only thing that could destroy him shatter him completely break him were his own emotions, how he wished to have someone with whom he can talk about how he is feeling..

He still remembers how small his hand would have been when he made that promise to his father..

Ram sighed to himself, but he still doubted himself, he hated himself for the way he was he hated himself each day everyday and his hatred for himself was increasing day by day slowly, he had stopped to feel like a human being long ago..

He had accepted the fact that he didn't deserved anything, he didn't deserved any kind of happiness, how he considered himself that he didn't deserved someone who loved him hell he wasn't worth of any kind of love..

How much more he had to suffer now, how much more pain he had to feel now..

He was tired of hurting himself and so many Indian brothers just for those whites and the promise he made to his baba..

But now he doubted that if his baba would have supported him if he was here in his decision.

He asked this question to himself almost everyday..

Was all this worth it?

Will all of the things he was doing will gonna worth it ?..

Are they gonna he enough to fullfill his promise ?

Or he was just hurting himself and completely drowning in guilt losing all of himself..??..

He don't even have someone to tell him that whatever he was doing the sacrifices he was making was just gonna be worth it that it will gonna result in desired result..

He hated himself with the core of his heart, he wanted to die but he couldn't even die until he fullfill his promise, how much more he was gonna suffer?..

His heart bleed everytime some young rebel revolutionry died, because of him, whenever he hurted any Indian brother he got hurted hundred time times more he felt monstrous whenever he locked some Indian in the prison just because they were raising their voice against injustice and bad..

He was miserable he was vulnerable whenever he saw mothers, wives, sisters begging in front of those English officers to free their loved ones, how they just used to give them disgusting looks, how much It hurted him how it felt like someone just stabbed his heart with countless knives and the pain just used to become unbearable..

But he just used to witness their pain their agony their desperate eyes.. their lifeless body..

He needed someone to tell him that it was all gonna be worth it that whatever he is doing it will bring the desired result that all his hard-work will gonna show it's impact..

He was someone who will gonna stay quiet completely silent while a war goes on inside him..

Nothing could kill him beside his own mind..

He could feel his mother despising him whenever he beated some innocent poor.. it almost felt like his conscience was coloured red with the blood of so many innocents, he already had half of the Delhi to hate him he was used to those hateful looks, he was used to those hateful glares, he was used to those taunts and curse words but for how long???.

He didn't actually deserved all that, he deserved happiness like everyone else he had that right to be happy to be relaxed.. to get some happiness, like everyone else, but he let all that hurt him, choke him, make him cry, scream until it stopped hurting anymore..

Another day another riot and another set of bruises already increased the glory of his body, he sighed splashing cold water on his face closing his eyes, he didn't even cared about his bruises, the pain, the bleeding nothing cause that pain was nothing in comparison to the pain he was feeling inside his heart..

His guilt was eating him out from inside, the monster he considered himself was hurting him.. he just was so done now everytime he came from a riot it felt this horrible this hatred was more than any other time it was so much this time that he felt like killing himself..

He didn't deserved to live .

He didn't deserved to love .

He didn't deserved any happiness .

He didn't deserved any kind of relationship..thats what he kept saying to himself everytime..

He just used to bottle up his emotions and feelings and never let them out, but he was a mere human after all he needed to.open up he needed to tell someone how he felt..

He hurted 20 more, and all of them were in hospital, some got brutally bruised, there was a war going on inside his mind, according to him dying was the easy part and living was the trick..

He just wanted to finish all this as soon as possible it was getting unbearable now, it was getting on his nerves now..

He wiped his face grabbing the towel from the wire.. coming out of that bloodied brown uniform belonging to those whites,he threw it inside the bucket not wanting to look at it knowing it will gonna increase the pain in his heart, slipping into his clothes into a fresh pair of kurta and pyjamas..

He sighed again, staring at a long blue and purplish bruise starting from his arm and going down to his torso looking so painful, and two deep cuts on his collarbone, but he didn't cared about them not even a bit..

Remembering how his mother used to scold him whenever he used to come home brutally bruised and those worry filled eyes keep asking him how that happened then how she lovingly applied herbs on those wounds and bandaged it completely, and then lovingly kiss there to show affection and care..

And how Ram used to sleep in her lap clutching the hem of her saree, murmuring sorry he remembered all of he remembered the tiniest and smallest things of childhood..

Would his mother still had applied herbs on his bruises? If she was here and she get to know how he got them?..

Will his father still have supported him, provoked him to keep going if he was here..

He was in desperate need to search for an answer.. and there was no one to give him the real reasons the accurate answers.. he just wanted to disappear somewhere but it wasn't even possible..

Sighing he sat on his chair planning to write the obtained information about the transportation department and how they have started forced recruitment, and how the indentured labourers were being transported from the urban areas to Britain..

He heard alot of cases like this in these days,how people were getting false informations regarding the facilities of the lifestyle and money, and once they went there it was completely opposite from what they were told, and when they went they never returned..

Those bastards were using our Indian people as soldiers it was the people of his motherland who were losing their lives on foreign land, and it was getting more terrible by each passing day..

The women of those families whose men were being transported to Britain used to come to the department to ask about when their husbands and brothers are returning home? How desperately they wanted their loved ones in their home but in return all they got was disgusting looks and curse words and got kicked out..

Those who were going there never returned.. how much more his beloved motherland was going to suffer, it felt like the soil of this prosperous land was bleeding, the air was weeping because of the torture, the water of this land was soaked up taking in all the problems the fire was combusted completely because of the raging desire of those white hands to crush the people of this land under them..

he was again in those painful memories that haunted him each day every day provoked him to go further every day. Whenever he stopped, feeling it was all too much to take those words that promise that he made helped him to keep going no matter what happens..

His health, his happiness, his well being ..

Nothing mattered, blood, sweat, tears, it took all of himself that promise took his everything, he was left with nothing just the determination the urge to remove British raaj, whenever he felt he was having too much.

Those words, his aim "weapon in every hand" provoked him each second for fourteen years he thought of nothing cared about nothing felt nothing saw nothing..

Just emotionless, and wordlessly did his job, did his work and put all his effort to fullfill that promise.

He remembered each and every the tiniest bit of detail of that time, when he made his promise to his baba.how small his hand been when he asked for that hand of a small Seven year old Ram.

He remembered everything the smoke filled air, and banana trees blood and iron, his small face covered in dust sticking on his face because of the tears and sweat, his elbows being dugged deep into the ground.

How his heart stopped functioning when he noticed the lifeless body of his mother, the mother who lulled him to sleep when he had fever who took care of him when he hurted himself, the mother who always have been the strength of his father.

His younger brother, whom he shared the deepest bond with, the brother who was his another half whom he always put first, but it all got disappeared the moment. Those words of his father hit his ears.

"load aim shoot" those three words,he dedicated all his life for it. The father whose job was to hold his hands and led him into adulthood, but he became mature when he didn't even knew the meaning of it, he had to become an adult when he didn't even knew what he was about to face.

He didn't even had time to realise about his responsibilities, those small shoulders carried the burden of something that he didn't even deserved. He didn't had anyone to supervise him, he didn't had anyone to tell him its all okay.

He didn't had anyone to take care of him when he had fever. When he was sick, fourteen years he thought about nothing just his job, he said nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing beside that fire that build up inside him and provoked him to destroy everything around him.

His worst nightmare was visible on his face right now, remembring everything and slowly thinking about whatever he had faced..

Endless sleepless nights, countless hours of working. Why? Because of that promise and he would do anything to keep it.

About his parents family his past ..

The reason he did all this? This job? The reason he was dedicated to it so much..

A well familiar voice broke him out of his trance, he looked startled eyes a bit wide and surprised he didn't even realised for how long he have been completely lost and trapped inside his head..

The door creaked open, and the well familiar yet unknown person's face came in the view of his eyes.

Someone he despised..

Someone he hated..

Someone he totally ignored..

There stood his wife.

Her lotus eyes staring deep into his brown ones trying to find something like they were searching for something. Face not showing any kind of emotion. Nothing was visible it was impossible for him to figure out what she was feeling at that moment..

He just sat there, looking at her not uttering a word, lost completely lost but he wasn't sure whether he was lost in those deep enchanting black orbs or his own head his own horrible memories.

He looked a bit surprised like he remembered he had a wife, like he was married like someone else lived under this roof with him. They distance between them was as far as godavari..

But he didn't seem to care any less about it. He didn't cared about this marriage or even the woman with the black orbs who was standing infront of him, it was all arranged and he got nothing to do with her. He already had enough in his plate. He had enough reasons to get trapped inside his head, to deal with his shits..

He didn't wanted to get one more addition of a headache in his already messed up life.

According to him this marriage was just a burden just an addition to his problems when they got married..

Marriage was the last thing he wanted in his life, but he forgot his babai was much more stubborn then him when it came to the well being of his nephew..

that old man who was like his father, and the only family he got after the whole chaos.. his old and matured experienced eyes couldn't stand his nephew like this..

Yeah he knew he wanted to fullfill that promise but not like this losing himself fully, forgetting that he was a human too, and according to him getting a wife would certainly reduce the stress and pain he had.

Which was absolutely wrong and nonsense according to Ram. After so many arguments, senseless fights and upsetting the old man he respected so much and upsetting him.

He had to agree. To have a wife.

And here he was.

But it turned out exactly opposite as soon as he started to live with her.

" You don't bother me i won't bother you" scenario was what going on in their martial life..

" Ram ?" He blinked slowly when she snapped her fingers in front of him, eyes narrowed eyebrows creased in confusion. Lips parted a bit as her chest heaved up and down at a rhythmic pace. clad in a simple orange saree minimal and as simple as she could be, he never payed any attention to her physical appearence or how she looked but today something kept him from resuming his usual behaviour with like something inside him made her stare at her longer than that needed He kept looking at her mind lost somewhere else.

He actually forgot that she was also living with him, that he shared this house with someone who was supposed to be his wife. unfortunately only for the name. only as a formality only for all this outside world.

" I just came here to tell you that dinner is ready if you want to I can serve it ?" In a simple short and slow voice she stated, face straight eyes empty. Like she was just here to inform him about dinner nothing else. He didn't had an appetite today, he didn't felt like having dinner.

All the hunger washed away long ago all that was left was undying guilt and the physical and emotional pain.

"I am not hungry" a short gruff and Cold reply came from his side, as she focused on his journals and books like always, isolating himself not opening up. This was his worst trait he used to completely isolate himself not even uttering a word when his mind was loud.

Not that he ever really behaved nice with her, but still this somehow hurted more. She knew he was just a mere pawn and she needed to calm her emotions at edge, not feeling pity for such a horrible person like him.

His bruises had started to pain more it started to get unbearable now, but still he kept ignoring it. Not in any mood to deal with them. She noticed it, she noticed his mood today, his eyes told everything she knew what had happened why he was upset but just like he said.

He wanted her to be away from him as far as possible, she couldn't do anything not that she was dying to be near him it was probably the last thing she wanted to but for a bigger achievements people had to make small sacrifices. So the facade of an ideal wife was needed at this time, taking a small sharp breath she asked in a hesitant voice not trying to sound very eager..

" I think you should rest for sometime and let me examine your injuri-?" She got cut off again by that familiar husky voice. Which was tired and annoyed now.

" I am alright i don't need anyone's help now i would like to be left alone" he replied sharply cutting her off, eyes again returning in their usual cold self..

As he gestured her towards the door, she looked hurt, this time it was visible on her face, she definitely looked taken aback, as she blinked confused.

Biting her lips, she looked down, his heart pained this time, seeing her like this and he cursed himself inside his head. seeing her like this, all because of him. Just because of him, he was ruining himself but he was ruining her as well. She was suffering with him too..

What was her fault?.

She didn't even do anything wrong?

Why was she getting this treatment from him ?..

She didn't even do anything wrong ?..

He cursed himself under his breath he was supposed to hate her then why was he having these thoughts??

Why was he feeling bad for her ?

What's wrong with him ?

He should hate her? He felt his patience finally giving out, he didn't wanted her to be in this room.

He didn't deserved it, her care, her concern towards him, he wasn't worth it, she was pure and beautiful as well as a sweet, innocent naive soul according to him. And well he was a horrible person.

Why was she worried about him ? His bruises? His wounds?.

And it made him angry..

Everything was dark by now, dogs howling in the distance, but for the two souls who were present in the messed room, it was like someone blasted a bomb on her, she couldn't understand anything, everything disappeared around her. All voices faded away.

"Just leave please!!" He yelled unconsciously finally anger getting on its peak, cold eyes staring at her holding a lot of hatred and anger.

A shaky breath escaped from her lips, as her hands formed into a fist..

Her chest felt heavy, her voice was lost, she was used to this behaviour of him towards her, it was a silent treatment before but right now?..

He didn't had any right to yell at her.like.that when she didn't do anything wrong, it wasn't right,

Was being nice resulted in something like this ?.

Was trying to make sure your husband is alright or not caused in something like this ?.

Was asking to take care of your own husband's injury gave this kind of treatment?..

She was sick of this, sick of being treated like shit, sometimes she just wanted to leave all that and get away from everything from this man, who didn't even deserved her hatred.

But what was she even expecting from someone like him who served to those white filthy bitches, who worked for them , who hurted tons of Indian brothers and sisters just for some money, some recognition, some tag..

What was she even expecting?.

He didn't deserved anything from her not even her hatred. He wasn't worth it..

So with her eyes closed, calming herself down, she turned around in anger, almost ready to murder him, and her cotton fabric the orange sheath veil hitting the face of her husband in process almost like slapping him, a "hmph" escape from his lips as his eyes closed he rubbed his cheek looking at her disappearing figure.

Still trying to process why he yelled at her like that ?..

He really deserved a silent and ignorant treatment of her. He didn't deserved her care and her love

without saying anything, and closed the door with a loud thud.

He just stared at the place where she was standing, still trying to figure out what was he even feeling, and taking a long heavy sigh he turned his attention back to his work. Trying to do anything to forget whatever just happened..

But that voice at the back of his head nudging him to say sorry, annoying him, at another level, testing his patience, was making him go insane, and slowly thinking and working eyes got closed, breathing became shallow pen dropped from the string grip.

And mind went for rest, as his eyes got closed. Losing the connection from the world and reality.

" Fucking piece of shit, asshole, a fucking wimp!! Just wait bitch just wait "the female's voice awfully cold and rough as she cursed barely above a whisper, her eyes boring hole into the lock of his room that was locked from inside..

And disappointed and with a clenched jaw, she slowly made her way back inside her room. Ready to work for something better. Not for some white and someone who was ruining their motherland.

This night was definitely going to be sleepless for her.

And the level of hatred increased more if it was even possible..

She hated him as much as it was possible for a normal homosapien to hate another homosapien.

As much as a human mind could despise someone.

Well little did they both knew, this hatred would gonna take them somewhere they actually belong.

It was just testing their patience, Destiny was being filthy. And dirty.

But surely it had something better planned for them ..

Somehow.

Only if they survive out of this.

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I swear this is really cliche..

This is not my best but still I have tried...

I would post the second chapter soon. ( If I got time though)..

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blueguyorgirl · 9 months

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More fanart cuz I'm bored and hyperfixating

Apologies for the hastily thrown together lineart, I did this in between classes. Just some more fanart I spired by @pinkpersonsblog 's new fic called Waking Up To You.

#rrr fandom #rrr fanart #rrr movie #rambheem #bheem rrr #rrr ram #sleeping #cuddling & snuggling #platonic cuddling #platonic soulmates

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desertblessingoceancurse25 · 10 months

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Bheem @ Ram after the whole "arrest" and public punishment business, as told by a real cake

#rrr fandom #bheem rrr #rrr ram #ntr jr #ram charan #ss rajamouli #rrr movie #rise roar revolt

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no-fury-like-a-thrown-bike · 9 months

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Ram's Newspaper Clipping Easter Egg

While peering at Ram's diary I got distracted by the newspaper clippings to the side. Turns out it's a little easter egg, a clipping of the Times of India's headline page the day of India's independence on Friday August 15, 1947. Needless to say, it's an anachronism in a movie set in 1920, but a delightful one.

#rrr #rrr easter eggs #indian independence day #rrr ram #alluri rama raju #ram #nflatb op

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burningsheepcrown · 2 years

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second one for @celebrrration day 3 <33 prompt: animals 🐍🐍🐍

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#celebrrration22 #celebrrrate #rrr #rrr movie #rrr fanart #burningsheepcrownfanarts #rrr ram #rrr lacchu

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afortoru · 1 year

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I WANNA KISS RAM FROM RRR AND HAVE HIS BABIES SOO BAD 😭

#back to my thirst hours #RRR #rrr ram

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rapunzels-stuff · 1 year

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This is for @vijayasena she was the one that gave me the idea.

Forgive me the first part is short, but the others will be longer.

Part one

Ram ruffled through his things. Where was his pendant. He tore his room apart looking for the the necklace. What would he tell Sita. Just then Bheem walked into the room holding a somewhat oddly shaped necklace. Ram whipped around.

“Bheem, why the heck would you take that!” Ram screamed snatching the pendant from his hands and pressing it to his heart.

“Actually I-” Bheem was cut off

“I don’t want to hear it, I’m disappointed”. Ram replied turning his back to Bheem as he smoothed his shirt which was wrinkled from all his searching. Bheem frowned. This is what his Anna had been like these past few days. My village this, Sita that. He didn’t mean to sound selfish. But he wanted things to go back to how they were. He hated to admit it but After he had saved Ram and everything was okay. He was hopeful. That maybe things could return to normal. But now. He felt like he was a interruption in a life Ram had already planned out for himself before they had met. There was only one thing to do. Move on. His Anna didn’t have time for him anymore. And that was okay. It was okay, right. What was he talking about. Jenny had parted ways to find her own adventure and Malli was back home with the rest of his friends. Ram didn’t need him anymore. He was useless to put it lightly. He slumped down in a chair and leaned his head against the wall behind him. Ram walked over.

“What is it?” He questioned. “listen, I’m sorry I snapped at you. Okay. It’s just- I feel like I owe her so much, as if maybe I’m not… good enough for her.”

“Anna, don’t say that.” Bheem comforts moving in to hug him. Ram steps back.

“Sorry, I don’t have time for this right now, okay.” Ram says. He turns swiftly on his heels and walks out the door. Perfect Bheem thought. Just when Ram was finally warming up to him he just had to leave. Bheem slammed his fist against the wall. The breeze hit is face as someone walked in through the door. Sita.

“You shouldn’t be here. Ram’s waiting for you.” He said bitterly. Sita shot him a sympathetic look. I know Ram’s been kind of closed of recently. But could you just try to put up with him. I’ll talk to him. She also left, lightly closing the door behind her. He sat back down in his seat. His thoughts drifted to his home. The scenery. He had to go back in a few days. He wanted to spend every last moment with Ram. He also didn’t want to leave. Except. Maybe Ram did. No. He shouldn’t think so lowly of his brother. Bheem sighed. You know what he was going to do. In his head, he thought of all the things he could do for Ram’s wedding. He was going to make it the best day of his life. He deserved it.

#rrr #rrr film #rrr fandom #rrr movie #rrr dosti #rrr ramsita #rrr bheem #rrr ram

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milla984 · 1 year

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Thank you @fangirlshrewt97 for the request! [insp.]

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#rrr 2022 #rrr movie #rambheem #rambheem gifs #my gifs #rrr bheem #rrr ram #rrr bheem gifs #rrr ram gifs #but also babai and sita #rrr komaram bheem #rrr ramaraju #rrr ramaraju and bheem #milla gifs rrr

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krishakamal · 9 months

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Raag - Anurag § Chapter 1

— Ram x Sneha Acharya [OC]

*⁠.⁠✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : cursing, arranged marriage, 1.6k words.

*⁠.⁠✧ — NAVIGATION // RRR MASTERLIST // SERIES MASTERLIST

"Ahh!" Sneha yelled in pain, "It hurts, Kakima."

"Shhh, sit still." Her Kaki, Malini, ordered her as she worked on the latter's hair. Pinning the gajra to the bun.

Sneha huffed, looking at herself in the mirror. Today was her wedding and that too, with a man she despised.

At the tender age of six, Sneha lost both her parents to a car accident on their way home. Even though Sneha survived the accident, losing her parents left a great trauma on her. Arjun Dev, a close friend of her father who lived in Hyderabad, decided to adopt her.

Here, in Hyderabad, she grew up under his and his wife, Malini's care. Growing up, Sneha was fond of literature. She took inspiration from the nature around her and inked them in a diary. Later she decided to turn that hobby to her profession.

Sneha was not blind to atrocious works of the british. She knew well how monstrous they were. How they fooled Indians and took over the whole country. How they tortured poor Indians and kept them like slaves.

Sneha could not see their pain and misfortune so she decided that she would help as much as possible to free her country from their vicious clutches. She had written many nationalist books under the pen name 'Nandini'.

Now considering how much she loves Bharat and hates the British basterds, the last person she expected to marry was one of their loyal dogs, Alluri Sitaram Raju. She was pissed off when her uncle told her about the marriage proposal.

She instantly rushed off in anger to confront him but when he requested her with nothing but utter sincerity, Sneha could not turn him down. Had he not adopted Sneha, she didn't know what would have happened to her and Sneha was great to them. So, here she was now a few minutes away from getting married to that traitor, Sitaram.

Malini held Sneha's shoulders, "I'm so happy for you, Sneha. Trust me, Ram is a really good man and he will always keep you happy."

Sure, a traitor like him will do anything but keep me happy.

Sneha plasted a fake smile on her face and looked at Malini through the mirror's reflection, "I hope so."

Just then the door opened and one of her sisters ran in, "Hurry! The groom is here."

Malini left Sneha alone in the room to gather her thoughts. Sneha looked down, in her lap was a pendant, engulfed in her palms. Her mind was crowded with thoughts. How was she going to spend her life with Ram? Just how?

But time didn't stop for her. It went on it's pace. Sneha was escorted to the mandap where they were tied into the sacred bond of marriage. The wedding ended and Sneha bid a tear-filled farewell to her family. Then she was taken to his house where his side of the family performed all the rituals and in no time it was their wedding night.

Sneha sat on the bed, heart racing like a train. Her knees were pulled to her chest. She wondered if Ram would try to force himself on her. She was, by no means, ready for this. This was supposed to happen between two loves, soulmates and they were neither.

If he tries something, I'll kill him.

Sneha thought to herself. The wooden door opened and Ram walked in, closing the door behind. Sneha gripped the saree harder, so much that her knuckles turned white.

Ram started walking towards the bed. Just as he came to the end of the bed, Sneha shot up, standing on it with a knife in her hand, "Don't you dare come any closer or else I swear to god, I'll kill you."

Ram flinched back, startled, "What on earth are you doing?"

Ram glared at her but she snapped back, "Listen mister, I have no intention of being your wife, let alone spent a night with you. Stay the fuck away from me."

Ram could not help but scoff at her atrocious words, "Like I want to sleep with you. I have way more important work than sleeping with someone foul-mouthed like you."

"Yeah yeah whatever. Now get out." Sneha swung the knife in the door's direction, "You are not staying in the same room as me."

"This is my room. You get out."

"Do you want to die in your sleep?"

Ram gulped in fear, the kind of person she seemed to be, she probably would not even hesitate before stabbing him to death. Sneha smirked, knowing very well that she had won.

"Whatever, hope you die in your sleep." Ram snatched the blanket off the bed and started walking out, muttering under his breath, "Who named her Sneha, they need to be put in a mental asylum."

"And your name should have been Ravan instead, even better Shishupal, you useless coward." Sneha yelled before the door slammed shut.

Sneha waited a few seconds before sighing in relief, saved for the day. She got down from the bed and carefully hid the knife in the nightstand's drawer. She quickly took of all the make up and jwelleries and changed into simple saree. Then turning off the lights Sneha snuggled into the soft sheets and let the slumber pull her into the dreamland.

Sneha woke up the next morning to the empty house. Ram was nowhere to be seen. That happened the next and then the next day. Ram would leave the house before Sneha could wake up and come back after she had gone to sleep. The sofa in the living room was now his bed.

Sunlight peeked through the sheer curtains, filling the room with golden light. You snuggled more into the sheets before blinking your eyes open. Glancing at the table clock, it showed the time was 7 o'clock. Sneha sat up on the bed, streaching her limbs to get rid of the sleepiness.

Throwing off the blanket, which she found in the closet (Ram was too much of a dick to give her one), she got up. Sneha made the bed and then did her morning routine. Sneha dressed up in a red silk saree with gold work done on it.

Today she was going to make a library card at the local library. Books were her addiction and not being able to read one the past days were killing her inside. Her hair was still a little damp so she decided to leave them open.

Sneha walked down the stairs and into the living room, only to stop at the bottom step. There was Ram, sitting on the sofa, reading newspapers. Dressed in a simple white shirt and dress pants.

He was handsome— scratch that, he was extremely good looking. If only his personality was like Sri Ram. Sneha mourned internally. She walked into the kitchen, adjourned to the living room.

"Wow, look who didn't sneak out early in the morning today." Sneha said loudly, too loud.Ram could feel his eyebrows twitch. Stay calm Ram, don't listen to her bullshit. He could not stay calm for long when started again, "What? Did your dear British government fire you already?"

His mouth moved even before he could comprehend, "Look who didn't sleep till afternoon like a pig. What direction did the sun raise from today?"

Sneha's jaw dropped on the floor, "I sleep like a pig? Me? Sneha Acharya? Then you sleep like a damn donkey."

Ram mumbled, loudly, while turning a page of the newspaper, "Truth hurts. What can we do?"

This damn donkey!

Sneha stomped her feet before rushing into the kitchen. She could feel herself fuming with anger. Only a good cup of chai could help her calm down. As slammed the saucepan on the stove, an idea hit her brain.

"Oii." Sneha called from the kitchen.

"What?"

"I'm making chai. Do you want some?"

".............Sure." Ram answered after a minute of silence.

Sneha threw him an 'ok' sign and got back to prepare tea. Ram could feel something was off. But what could she do? Poison his tea?

Calling me a pig. The audacity. Now taste the tea made by a pig.

Sneha quickly prepared two cups of tea and brought it out in the living room. Placing the tray on the low coffee table, she handed him a cup and she herself started sipping from one.

Ram inspected the cup and the liquor. Smelling it, seeing from all angels. Sneha suppressed the laugh, dying to come out. Finally Ram took a sip.

Hmm? Not bad.

Until a second later it hit. The inside of his mouth started burning like hell. Ram dropped the cup on the ground, yelling in pain. He felt like he had eaten a thousand chillies. Sneha could not stop it anymore. She threw back on the sofa, laughing like a mad woman.

Ram searched the containers and cabinets, searching for something, anything, to help with the burning feeling. He finally found a small container of rasogolla. He somehow opened it and gulped down all of them in a matter of a few minutes.

When he finally calmed down, his chest was heaving crazyly. Anger raised in his head when he fully grasped what had happened. He saw Sneha leaning on the kitchen door, giving him mocking looks. Ram glared at it like an angry bull. If looks could kill, you would have been six feet under the ground by now.

Ram marched up to you, jabbing his pointer finger on your forehead with each word, "You. Will. Pay. For. This."

He gritted out before walking past you, shoving your shoulder with his in the process. You turned your head to see him stomping up stairs.

We will see Mr. Ram.

All the rights and credits of the characters, gifs, songs and pictures used here belongs to their rightful owners.

#kamal writes #raag - anurag #rrr ram #rrr ram x oc #ram x wife!oc #rrr ram x female!oc

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sabface · 1 year

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the most movie ever...

#rrr #rrr movie #rrr fanart #rrr bheem #rrr ram #rambheem #bc u know damn well they're dating #my art #sabface

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amalthea9 · 9 months

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25. How do they comfort each other when one of them is scared?

For Ram X Sita

Aawww I love this 😭💖

Sita sings Ram the lullaby his mother and her mother used to sing when the children were afraid. Even with the grief of his loss, Ram still finds immense comfort in the lullaby. Sita will hold him gently from behind and sing softly.

When Sita is scared, Ram reminds her of how brave she is and has always been.

"You are my courage, my Sita." He whispers as he holds her tightly . And Sita feels safe and remembers how long she was brave for her Ram.

#ram x sita #rrr ram #rrr sita #wow no tag popped up for this paring i am upset #i love them your honor

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blueguyorgirl · 9 months

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Some RamBheem (Platonic) fanart I did for a LOVELY fanfic known as "The Drive Home" by StarsInTheDistance on AO3. IT'S AMAZING YOU NEED TO CHECK IT OUT LIKE YESTERDAY.

@stars-in-the-distance

#rrr fanart #rrr #rrr movie #rrr fandom #movie fanart #fanart #rrr ram #rrr bheem #ram charan #jr ntr #ram needs a hug #bheem gives him one

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vijayasena · 5 months

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CHAPTER 1....

Not everyone deserves to know the real you let them criticize, who they think you are "

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No one's pov..

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He still remembers how small his hand would have been when he made that promise to his father..

How much more he had to suffer now, how much more pain he had to feel now..

He was tired of hurting himself and so many Indian brothers just for those whites and the promise he made to his baba..

But now he doubted that if his baba would have supported him if he was here in his decision.

He asked this question to himself almost everyday..

Was all this worth it?

Will all of the things he was doing will gonna worth it ?..

Are they gonna he enough to fullfill his promise ?

Or he was just hurting himself and completely drowning in guilt losing all of himself..??..

He don't even have someone to tell him that whatever he was doing the sacrifices he was making was just gonna be worth it that it will gonna result in desired result..

He hated himself with the core of his heart, he wanted to die but he couldn't even die until he fullfill his promise, how much more he was gonna suffer?.