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the-desilittle-bird · 10 months

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AN- Cause I love a good Angst and this song makes me feel the most sweetest of pain.

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Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Without Him

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary- Years went by and you come face to face with him again...

(Italics is Past Memories and Bold + Italics is Lyrics)

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Warnings- Very angsty and arranged marriages

GIF Credits to @samantadeca-blog

Zindagi Le Ke Aayehe Hai Beete Din Ki Kitaab

Ghere Hain Ab Humein Yaadein Be-Hisab

Standing at the entrance of Maegor's Keep with his family, Daemon's mind wandered into the alley of nostalgia, reminiscing upon the bittersweet memories of their shared love. All before everything shattered right in their hands.

And now, standing there, he could feel the memories reeling in his mind, reflecting deep into his eyes as he felt the love and the ache of heartbreak from years ago.

Blinking back his feelings away, he felt his heart stop as his amethyst eyes looked upon her magnificent form, mature with years of experience in the foreign lands of Essos alongside her husband. Her two children following her, a spiting image of their mother.

Laughter echoed in his head, a perfect symphony of his and her. Soft moans and whimpers; accompanying his grunts as the nights of their passion together resurfaced.

Daevon, her eldest son, was originally his. He knew that, and so did she. But no one else needed to know of it; not that it is necessary until no one suspected anything.

Bin Poochhe Mile Mujhe Kitne Sare Jawab

Chaha Tha Kya, Paya Hai Kya, Humne Dekhiye

Dil Mein Magar Jalte Rahe, Chaahat Ke Diye

Daemon was young and unaware as he came from Dragonstone, only to be made aware of his sister's wedding to a man who didn't deserve her. No one deserved her; no one but him. But sitting there as Viserys lectured a stoic him and crying (Y/N), he felt the tinge of guilt simmer in him.

"You disgrace me, Daemon! And you had no right to defile our sister but here we are! She is to be married, and you shall remain as far away as physically possible."

Daemon didn't want it; the lecture. He only wanted answers; answer to his many questions: Why can't he marry her? Why is he not compatible enough for her? Who knows her better than him? Who is better for her than him?

But it seemed that he didn't need to ask them as Viserys continued his rambling. "She is far better than you; too pure for your damned soul. You are just a man made ugly by the darkness which lurks in your heart. A darkness I intend on keeping away from (Y/N)!"

In a fortnight, she was married, right in front of his eyes with a grim expression while her husband placed a kiss over her plump and full lips, painted bright rosy. The tears in her eyes gone unnoticed by all but him.

It had been a bit less than a decade since it; since he witnessed that foreign lord pry your legs open, since your sweet, sinful moans turned into small whimpers of pain.

It was cruel; how Viserys thought it right to have the council witness the union being consummated. It was cruel how he had made Daemon watch her clinging onto the pristine white sheets to find a way to cope with the pain.

And even then, he loved her; more than anything or anyone in the world.

Kya Kahoon Duniyaa Ne Kiya, Mujh Se Kaisa Bair

Hukm Tha..? Main Jiyun Lekin Tere Baghair

Her eyes found his in only a matter of seconds, and all which was left unspoken between them were proclaimed, wordlessly yet the tears in them spoke volumes for them.

It was wrong, what happened with them. And especially what happened to (Y/N). Adultery in Westeros committed by a woman meant death but their kind brother let her live... upon one condition.

That order?

Stay away from Daemon; without him.

As if it wasn't death in itself, the swift stab of her eldest brother's words twisting in her hear; only to evoke tears which would never fall.

Love caused them the pain they never wished to experience. To live with a love unrequited; being so close and yet so far. Like the sky and sea. Together but never meeting. A sad tragedy left unsung.

Tere Liye Hum Hain Jiye, Har Aansoo Piye

Tere Liyeh Hum Hain Jiye, Honthon Ko Siye

Dil Mein Magar Jalte Rahe, Chahat Ke Diye

Tere Liye, Tere Liye

She came and she left, like a gust of wind. A strong wind which created havoc in his life and left. And what remained behind was only a letter, addressed to him; sealed in the coal of their house, the three-headed dragon.

"Years ago, he told me that I shall not cry for your sake. That I shall drink down the tears and smile. For sake, I shall keep my lips shut tight, never uttering a word which is nor expected of me. But Dae, the fire of your love still blazes bright in my heart. And it belongs to you and only you.

Perhaps not in this life but in the next. I shall be yours. Body. Mind. Soul."

It was the last thing he heard of her; before the news of her passing came. And the sound of crack was loud, as his heart shattered and crumbled into a zillion pieces.

Without him; she lived and left.

Without him...

#Spotify #house targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd imagine #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x reader #daemon x you #daemon targeryan #daemon au #daemon x y/n #daemon targeryen x reader

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biharanbitch · 13 days

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✨ Meherbaan kadardaan!!! Aaiye aaiye dekhiye is bandar jamure ka naach aur taali bjaiye!!✨

Lol! Jk ... Now that I have your attention which is that of a puppy 💀 I have smt to tell u.

Apun bole to kuch din k liye rafu chakkar ho rha hai

And the reason is that in one of my posts.... A stranger or known but with a different account came on to harass me... Words were exchanged and he was absolutely ruthless and yes it took a toll on me.

For those of u who want to know what exactly was said...."Randi hai tu...kitno se marwa k aayi hai" and things between those lines....

Your first thought might be ... "But that's not a big deal u shouldn't feel so much u must have had creeps before" turant se pehle bhag jao idhar se(jk).

I didn't do anything wrong to anyone on this platform or in general. And yes it's surprising to me as well that after being an Indian and a woman on social media I am still not accustomed to heinous encounters. (Janta mei dukh ka maatam chhaate hue) .

Jokes apart! Yes... I don't think it was a stranger... He was someone I have interacted with before and he made several accounts in one night repeatedly after I blocked him multiple accounts just to keep on harassing me. So yes it took a toll on me .

So main baat ye hai ki mai break le rhi hu Tumblr se... Aake phir se hasi mazak krenge okkkkk??

Mereko bhul mat Jana ( mimicking that meme kid)

#break le rhi hu #isme bhi hassi mazak #kabhi to serious rho #alvida #ek hafte k liye #desi tumblr #desiblr #desi tag #siyakasila #desi girl #desi core #mutuals

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thecaffeinatedresearcher · 2 months

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https://youtu.be/BwqSraJpqfs?si=aum7dlXOQLrsXHBR

To all my friends, acquaintances, anons, those who hate me, those who love me; sab log ye video dekhiye. Exams aa rahe hain, ya chal rahe hain, ya assignments hain, job ki chinta, jo bhi hai; ye dekhiye. Be present, and just do it. Bas, zyaada mat sochiye. Take care.

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blogbyameera · 7 months

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" Tell me about your love life ? "

us ko na pa sake thy jab dil ka ajeeb haal tha

ab jo palat ke dekhiye baat thi kuch muhaal bhi

meri talab tha ek shakhs wo jo nahi mila toh phir

haath dua se yun gira bhool gaya sawal bhi

- parveen shakir

#poetry #urdu stuff #urdupoetry #urduquotes #urdu literature #urduadab #urdu lines #urdu ghazal #urduzone #dark academia

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ronaldofandom · 1 year

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Worlds Apart

A short drabble full of angst and maybe mild fluff. No warnings

Summary: A different take on the garage scene where Robert assaults Akhtar. Akhar refuses to grovel for forgiveness, shaken by this injustice-laden world.

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‘Akhtar.’

Bheem was inside the garage, segregating the new supply of spare parts in the right boxes.

‘Akhtar, bahar aao.’

(Akhtar, come outside.)

Bheem’s head shot up this time. This new name, albeit sweet, was so alien to him. At times, he still forgot who he was pretending to be.

‘Aaya, abba-jaan.’

(Coming, father.)

A British guard was standing outside. To notify them in advance of an officer’s arrival, who didn’t want to wait for a second more in this swamp than he absolutely had to.

Maqsood Bhai wanted to put Akhtar, their most skilled mechanic, in charge. That was the cover story. In reality, he put Akhtar in front when any of these foreign men came knocking. In the hope that maybe someday, some door will open for him.

The men kept to themselves, though, not willing to engage in any small talk, mostly in a rush to get out of this dump. Some even threw the money on the ground while walking away instead of the most basic human courtesy of handing it to the workers.

Human. That was the point, wasn’t it? The Britishers thought of the locals as lesser humans, if that at all. The Nizam’s entourage deemed the tribals as barbaric, lesser-evolved primates. Not deserving to be a part of civil societies.

Bheem often wondered if the fate of his kind could ever be any different. Or if generation after generation would continue to be hunted, harassed, and humiliated. In their own land. In their own country.

With a heavy heart, he went inside to bring out the necessary tools. When he came out, the garb of Akhtar was on.

The officer walked in, and Akhtar cringed a little. This man was particularly unpleasant. But he was with a woman this time. So, Akhtar hoped he would be somewhat civil.

‘You - you were the one who serviced my bike last time, right?’

Robert pointed menacingly at Akhtar.

‘How utterly useless is your work? The bike didn’t run for even a week. It’s not even starting.’

‘Janaab - main abhi dekh leta hoon.’

(Sir, I will just check it now.)

Akhtar got to work and quickly figured out the issue.

‘Arey sahib, ye toh reserve me hain. Dekhiye.’

(Oh sir, this was in reserve. Look.)

Bheem smiled and started the bike in no time. And the woman, Carol, started giggling at Robert, calling him silly.

As her giggles got more pronounced, Robert’s ego got more bruised. How dare this insignificant creature make him an object of ridicule in front of the woman he had been eyeing for weeks? No - this insect needed to be crushed under his feet.

The next second, Akhtar felt the full blow of Robert’s baton on his face. He fell down - both with the impact and shock of it.

He could hear Abba Jan pleading to the barbarian, with folded hands, to forgive his son. The other mechanics did the same, falling to their knees before the officer.

For what? What was his fault? That he had dared to be right, to be intelligent? That there was something where he was BETTER than the white-skinned man? For what wapt reason should that be a crime?

Carol gasped on the side. Good, thought Robert. Let me show you who’s the man.

He wasn’t an ordinary man, after all. He was a Special Officer in the Royal British Forces who wasn’t used to a frivolous woman calling him out.

‘You did it on purpose, you greedy scum. Just to loot more money from me.’

Robert kicked his boot in Akhtar’s face. When Akhtar’s arm came up to shield himself, Robert pressed the boot harder, digging the pointy sole into his skin.

Akhtar refused to grovel to be spared. He wouldn’t give this coward that satisfaction. Which infuriated him even more.

‘ROBERT.’

All heads turned sideways in the direction of the loud scream.

A woman stood there, looking appalled, horrified rather.

The horror turned to rage as she walked toward the scene of crime.

Robert was frozen in his spot. His boot still hovering over Akhtar.

Akhtar recognized her instantly. But was too shocked to react.

Maqsood bhai looked at her warily as yet another white person. He wondered what business she had here.

Jenny stood next to Akhtar, squaring up to Robert.

‘Get away from him. This very instant.’

She said through gritted teeth. The coldness in her voice and the hot rage on her face made Robert follow her instruction instantly.

Maqsood bhai helped Akhtar get up, gently wiping the dirt from his kurta. He didn’t know what was transpiring between these two foreigners, but he wanted to get his son away from whatever twisted power play this was.

When he tried to pull Akhtar inside the garage, Jenny reached out blindly on her side and grabbed Akhtar’s wrist. She couldn’t dare to look at him yet, but they weren’t done here.

‘Apologise to him.’

‘I am sorry, WHAT? Do you realize what you are saying, Ma’am?’

‘You heard me.’

Robert was seething, his jaws clenched. Perfectly aware of Carol and the filthy civilians being witnesses to his dressing down.

‘Ma’am - this man was stealing from me. And other officers. I caught him red-handed. Trust me, I let him go easy. Someone else would have thrown him in the barracks for weeks.’

Jenny knew there was so truth in that, but she wanted to humiliate him further. She looked behind him to find the other woman, who seemed equally disgusted with Robert.

‘Carol - is that what happened?’

Carol denied it without hesitation, laying down what exactly went down. Robert clenched his fists at her stupidity.

There was no way he would apologize to these low lives. What could Jenny do, anyway? Yes, she was a lady of noble blood, but she was a woman, after all. Which British commander would admonish him for mistreating these scums at the words of a woman? Robert was willing to roll the dice on this one.

Jenny saw the challenge on his face. She was prepared for this situation.

‘Oh, but I am not going to tell them about this situation now, am I? I wonder what Commander Bricks would say if he were to know that you misbehaved with ME inappropriately? I wonder if it would reach my Aunt and Uncle too?’

Robert nearly shat his pants at the deviousness of her scheme. He knew he was beaten. It was her word against his. And in this, a Lady of noble blood would win any day.

Why did she mount such a defense for a native? What was he to her anyway?

Dejected, he turned towards Akhtar, who was staring at Jenny open-mouthed in stunned silence. He couldn’t grasp everything being said but could sense she was fighting on his behalf.

‘I am sorry.’

It felt like someone had forced hot molten iron down his throat.

With one curt bow at Jenny, Robert rode off on his bike. Leaving Carol behind.

‘Carol - thank you for what you did. Here, pls take my car. I will find my way back.’

Carol smiled at her, looked apologetically at Akhtar, and drove away in Jenny’s car.

There was nothing left to do but to look at him now. All her courage seemed to vanish in thin air. Slowly, she turned towards him, bracing herself for his injuries.

Thankfully they weren’t much, but the sheer injustice of the situation made her eyes well up.

The onlookers stared with rapt attention, as did Maqsood Bhai. Who was this foreign woman? Who not only stood up for one of their own but was crying for him too?

Akhtar didn’t like so many curious eyes on Jenny. Before people started gossiping about the nature of her relationship with him, he gently guided her inside the garage and lowered the shutters. Maqsood Bhai asked everyone to resume work outside, and slowly the crowd dissipated.

Once inside, they stood awkwardly, not knowing how to approach the other.

The sound of Maqsood Bhai walking in with a first aid kit was a welcome distraction.

‘Umm…may I..may I do this please, if you don’t mind?’

Jenny looked at the older man tentatively.

Akhtar saw the wariness of Abba-jaan towards her. He hadn’t been at ease since seeing her close to Akhtar.

He took the first aid kit from his father and placed it in Jenny’s hand, gesturing to her that he would be back in a minute. Jenny nodded, and the two men walked inside the house through a connected door from the garage.

Once inside, Maqsood Bhai unleashed a barrage of questions on Akhtar about who she was, how they knew each other, and what she was doing there. Akhtar told him everything - from the time he had seen her outside the palace to the market visit.

The older man seemed tentative. Why did a white woman show such concern and empathy toward his son? And he reached the obvious conclusion. Making Akhtar blush a little.

‘Aisa nahi hain, Abba. Woh bas aisi hi hain. Nek. Baki logon jaisi nahi hain.’

(It’s not what you think, Abba. She is like that only. Kind and sweet. Different from the rest of her kind.)

Maqsood’s heart melted at the sweet innocence of his son. He had become like a son to him in all these months.

Oh, my sweet child. He wanted to tell him. You want to see the good in everyone, even those people. But one day, I worry, this trusting heart will be your doom.

He chose to not say that, not wanting to add to Akhtar’s already troubled thoughts. But he expressed his concerns differently.

He asked Akhtar to not be alone with the woman for long. In all his years of staying close to the palace, Maqsood had understood what Jenny had threatened that British officer with. While that man had some chance to survive against such an accusation, purely for the color of his skin, Akhtar would be dead on the spot, should such an accusation is ever directed at him. Even if she doesn’t accuse him, his fate would be the same if people started gossiping about the two of them. He would be hanged for defiling a noble lady.

Akhtar was horrified beyond measure at what his father just implied, and immediately jumped to Jenny’s defense.

‘Abba - aisa mat boliye. Ye jaayaz nahi hain. Ek masoom pe bohot bada ilzaam laga diya aapne. Usne jo kaha or kiya, mere liye kiya. Uske liye use dosh mat dijiye.’

(Abba - please don’t say that. It’s not right. You have just accused an innocent of something so dastardly. Whatever she said or did, it was for me. Don’t blame her or judge her for that.)

Maqsood just hung his head in resignation, clearly unable to sway his son’s mind about this stranger. He left Akhtar with one last thought - to ask the woman to not escalate the situation with Robert. Akhtar didn’t need any enemies, not the white ones for sure, especially given the nature of his mission. What if that man resents you and comes for you in the middle of the night, with some fake accusation? Would she be here to save you, every-time?

Akhar saw the wisdom in his words. And the man left them alone, going back to his customers.

When Akhtar walked back to the garage, he saw Jenny sitting on a dirty stool. Which had oil-stains all over it. Her silk skirt would have gotten ruined, but she didn’t seem to care. She was too busy arranging the ointment and bandages to notice her surroundings. Once again, his heart felt like she didn’t belong here. This was no palace, no proper place for her.

At least she wasn’t crying anymore.

She saw him and pointed to the stool she had set opposite herself, leaving oil stains on her hand too. He just wanted to wipe them clean.

Akhtar sat in front of her, and she started to tend to his injuries carefully. Stopping after every drop of ointment, checking if it burnt & blowing air on the wound. But the man didn’t even hiss.

He was in a trance. Who are you? His heart wanted to ask her. How are you like this? Why are you doing this for me?

If there were others like her in her people, then there was some hope left in this world afterall.

Jenny meticulously dressed his forearm and the bruise under his eye. Tentatively, she pointed towards his chest, to the bruise right under his neck. Akhtar silently unbuttoned the top two buttons of his kurta. She scooted closer and carefully applied the ointment there, returning to a safe distance as soon as she was done.

But in retreating, the box bumped against his bandaged arm, and Akhtar groaned in pain, sending shockwaves through her.

She had summoned all her will to not break down, but his pained voice was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Tears streamed down her face unabashedly, filling him with distress.

He didn’t know what to do, how to reach out to her, and the appropriate behavior in this situation. But he couldn’t see her cry like this for him. It pained his heart immensely.

He placed a shaky hand on her knee, and she looked up at him. They gazed at each other for a few moments. Unspoken, unspeakable emotions shared in tender gaze. She covered his hand with hers and squeezed lightly.

No apology would be enough for the injustice she had witnessed, and with such impunity. She shuddered to think what would have happened had she not arrived. During the last two years in India, Jenny had seen a very different version of events than the ones told of the British Empire back home. Of how the Empire had brought about development, peace, and culture in the colonies. And she knew that her exposure was only the tip of the iceberg. The hidden, ugly nature of the beast was still unknown to her. And to most others in London. Or maybe they knew it but didn’t care about it. Which was even worse.

‘Jen-ny.’

It was the first time she had heard him say her name. And was marvelled by the sweetness of his voice.

‘Shukriya.’

(Thank you.)

He smiled at her. But the smile vanished with her sad chuckle.

‘You are thanking me? Oh - look at the irony of it all. How do you not hate me? And everyone like me? How are you even able to tolerate my company right now? Or….is it….is it something you feel you….have to do…like you have no choice but to entertain my wishes?’

Her voice broke, as did his heart. He grabbed both her hands, squeezing them, holding them close to his chest.

‘Because….if that’s the case and…if my presence bothers you as much as it bothers your father, then I….I won’t…see you again. I…will leave you alone.’

She cried harder. Akhtar wanted to cry too, at his helplessness. He wanted to console her, but he didn’t have the right to get any closer than they already were.

‘What a day, huh? I came here, hoping to find you. And look what I found. I can’t come back from this, can I? You will never want anything to do with anyone who looks like me, would you?’

Akhtar couldn’t take it anymore. His hand stroked her hair gently, while making shushing noises like one would do to a crying baby. It worked miracles; she stopped crying in a few moments and gathered herself.

Unable to find any clean cloth around, he picked up some cotton from the first aid box and wiped her tears. Once she was more composed, he fetched her some water, and she dipped her scarf in it to wipe her face.

It was starting to get late. The sun had set some time back. Jenny looked at her watch, and rose up.

‘I have taken too much of your time already. I-I should go.’

Akhtar didn’t let go of her hands, not yet. He knew her car wasn’t there. He pointed to his bike, offering to drop her back.

‘Oh no. Please, I don’t want to bother you. My friend’s house is close by, I am going there. I am going to walk, the way is straightforward.’

She smiled and shook her head at him. But he didn’t let go of her hands, and pointed to the dark outside.

She couldn’t resist any longer, especially when she really really didn’t want to.

He led her out of the back door, brought his bike there, waited patiently till she settled comfortably behind him and drove off to the address he had given her.

Jenny knew this could very well be her last few minutes with him. Ever. Maybe his father will convince him tonight to stay away from her, and maybe he would be right. Maybe his own heart will give up, feeling no love lost for her kind.

She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him, resting her face against his shoulder. Tremors ran through Akhtar, and the bike shook a bit from his momentary lack of focus. But he didn’t react any further and just drove on.

Jenny was glad he didn’t pull back. She tried to live the lifetime she had dreamed of in just these few minutes with him.

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My BheemJenny heart hurt while writing this, but this is a very practical and realistic scenario that I wanted to explore.

As always, would love to know your thoughts :)

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#talesofthetigerrr #rrr #bheem #ntr jr #jr ntr #love #tarak #bheem rrr #komuram bheem #rrr fanfic #bheemjenny #jenny #tigerrr2023

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theqalbofnight · 4 months

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Jaun Elia ¹

Fariha Nigarina

tum ney mujh ko likha hai....

"Mere khat jala dijiye

Mujh ko fikr rehti hai

aap inhain ganwa dijiye

Aap ka koi saathi dekh ley to kiya hoga?

dekhiye mein kehti hun Yeh bohat bura hoga"

Jaun Elia ²

(Not putting some lines here)

Mein tumharay har khat ko LOH'E DIl samajhta hun

LOH'e Dil Jala dun kia?

Jo bhi satr hai in ki

Kehkasha' hai rishton ki

Kehkasha'n luta dun kia?

Hai sawaad'e beenai inka jo bhi nukta hai

Mein usay gunwa dun kia?

jo bhi harf hai inka

naqsh'e jaa'n hai jaanana

naqsh'e jaa'n mita dun kia??

LOh'e dil jala dun kia?

kahkasha'n luta dun kia?

Naqsh'e jaa'n mita dun kia??

Mujh ko likh k khat janum

apnay dehaan mein shayd

khuwaab khuwaab jazbon k

khuwaab khuwaab lamhon mein

younhi bey khayalana jurm kar gai ho tum

aur khayal aany par US Se dar gai ho tum

JURM k tassawur mein gar yeh KHAT likhay TUM NEY

phir to meri raaiy mein JURM hi kiye tum ney

jurm! kiun kiye jayein?

khat hi kiun likhey jayein..

#urdu poetry #urdu literature #shayari #urdu stuff #hindi poetry #literature #hindi shayari #jaun elia

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nirmoh · 4 months

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kuch toh hawa bhi sard thi kuch tha tera khayal bhi, dil ko khushi ke saath saath ho raha tha malaal bhi.

#dekhiye mai koi writer nahi hoon

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octoberryxo · 4 months

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Saadgi toh humari zara dekhiye, Aitbaar apke vaade par karliya.

Aap toh bewafa aur sitamgar nahi, Aapne kis liye muh udhar kar liya.

#saadgi

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ad15124 · 5 months

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how's college going

long time no see

hiii hiii I'm dying. neeche waala post dekhiye :']

aap bataayen? how goes everything?

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jeevanjali · 4 months

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Aaj Ka Rashifal 6 January 2024: इन राशि वालों के लिए खास रहेगा दिन, हो सकता है धन लाभAaj Ka Rashifal 6 January 2024: दैनिक राशिफल (Dainik Rashifal) ग्रह-नक्षत्रों की चाल पर आधारित एक भविष्यवाणी है, जिसमें सभी राशियों के दैनिक भविष्यफल के बारे में विस्तार से बताया गया है।

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sharmisthaaaaa · 20 days

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Mujhe Kafka ko understand karne mai problem ho Rahi hai

Mtlv I have never read this type of writing

I read metamorphosis, ek do page baad I couldn't continue.

Where should I start from?

Help I am new to Kafka world

thank you for your ask.

okayyyy soo Kafka ko samjhne ke liye you will have to tap into your own life a little bit (this is what i feel.) read a little bit about him first before starting with his works. jaise ki. kafka had very bad relations with his father. he did everything for him but he was never good enough for his father. kafka wrote very intensely and he wrote about such dark realities of our society that people don't really talk about them.

about metamorphosis. okay soooo it's a pretty dark story. you can give it another try and iss baar na aese padhiye jaise aap ek aese insaan ke baare mein padh rhi jisne ek puri umar guzaar di apni family ke liye har cheez karne mein which disassociated him from everything else. personal life kuch bachi hi nhi.

iss se ek line yaad aayi Wajid Shaikh ki - एक उम्र गुजर गई घर के झगड़ो में, फिर दुनिया ने भी जीना मुश्किल कर दिया..

khairrrr,

You can read The Trial too. it's a very interesting and eye opening story too.

Dekhiye mujhe lgta hai ki kayi baar kisi artist/writer ko samjhane ke liye unka art/writing ache se samjhna zaroori hai. par kayi baar aesa bhi hota hai ki log asal mein kuch aur hote aur unke content ki inspiration kahin aur se aati.

Par Kafka ko samjhne ke liye aapko apne dill ke un kono mein jana hoga jaha aapne apne saare gum chupa rkhe hai. jaha aapne apne saare regrets chupaye hai.

Unn moments ko yaad karna hoga jinmein sab bikhar rha ho aur aap bus dekh rhe hon sab kuch galat hote hue. jab jab bewajah sab galat hua ho. aur aapko ehsaas hai ki ye galat hai par phir bhi aapke bus mein kuch nhi. buss tabhi tabhi. aap kafka ko samajh jayenge.

andddddd welcome to the Kafka world. 🌸

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theyungihven · 2 years

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Hum Aapke Hain Koun! (who am i to you?)

pairing : yunho (prem) x nisha (reader)

word count : 1.6 +

genre: strangers to lovers

synopsis: your visit to your sister's new family turns into a series of unexpected moments which incudes falling for her troublesome brother-in-law

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The sun shines sweetly as it casts lovely shades of pink and red in the sky, nearing the horizon while you skate through the pavement of the lodge, making your way into the manager’s office. Your current stay has been at your mother’s favourite religious site, which is also a famous rest stop for travellers. The stone pavement underneath your shoe clinks at every concrete patch as you skate past residents of the place who are used to your presence, eventually turning around the corner into the office.

Ah! There he is, your favourite staff member of the place, the manager. A customer occupies him in the place as he leisurely chats with him in the study while you slip off your roller skates on the bench beside his chair. “Dad asked me to give these library books to you and pass a ‘thank you’ from him.”

“Nisha, love, can you sum these expenses while I visit the storeroom?” the manager asks, and you happily accept his request as he exits the room with the customer.

You search the table for a pen to get started with the accounts and find his turban along with glasses left behind. To get in character as you sit in his designated seat, you decide to slip the white clothed turban on your head and slide on the glasses before beginning to sum the bill.

The pit-pat of footsteps against the hard floor echoes in the room as someone enters, but being too busy in your counting, you fail to acknowledge their presence. “Excuse me? Is this Ram Narayan Dharamshala?” A young boy asks, worry plastered on his face, as if he’s lost in this huge place. He looked well-off, judging by the choice of clothes and his style, but something about the slick parted hair falling over his eyes screamed the lead of a romance film.

“Didn’t you read the board outside? I forgot my sums. Where was I ? 75+9” you sigh, muttering to yourself as his arrival had interrupted your calculation or was it his gorgeous face that entranced your mind. He takes a seat on the chairs placed in front of your table.

“84” the boy says, and you give him a confusing look. Is he underestimating your maths skills? Red flag no.1, no, no.2. Rich guys are always a red flag.

“What do you want?” you question him as your irritation builds up, almost giving up the accounts left to sum up.

“Can tell me which room Prof. Chaudhary is staying in?” he says leaning across the table as he nears your face. Flirty bastard. Red flag no.3.

“And why do you need to know?” you slide your glasses down, setting them on the crook of your nose as you look at him in the eye.

“That I- ……. I have some work with him.” shuttering mid-speech? Definitely suspicious. Another red flag. Can you even trust him?

“I get it now.” you mutter under your breath.

“What?”

“Get up!”

“Why?”

“Get up!” he startles at your raised pitch and gets up from the seat, ankles hitting the chair in the process, and ends up in a whining mess.

“Dekhiye, aap log saal bhar tho padhai karte hai nahi. (Look, you guys don’t study all year along)”

“Me?” he asks, confused at your accusation.

“Yes you. You don't study every year, and at the time of exams, you scurry here to increase your marks.”

“Madam, you’re the one who needed to test their eyes. The manager’s post has you thinking, you can say whatever you want.”

Taking a deep breath, you gather your shattering patience. “Look, gentleman!”

“Nisha!” the faint yell of your sister reaches your ears. “Oh no!” you hurry to pull off the hideous props, untangling your hair in the process, but the boy’s eyes catch yours. “What?” you ask him as his gaze still lingers on your face, but your sister’s presence interrupts the moment. “I'm here, Didi (sister)”

“What were you doing?” she asks, pointing out your hair which was all over the place. “UMM, Didi, this-” A rough clearing of the throat interrupts your interaction as the manager comes back, someone seemingly of much higher status than the residents of the place.

“You were looking for Mr. Chaudhary’s daughter’s right? Here they are, Pooja and Nisha. Pooja, love, this is Mr. Kailash nath, your father’s dear friend. They want to meet your father.” Your sister trails along with the guest to accompany them, and you join them, but remember the summed up accounts in your hand. “Oh I forgot, here, I’ve summed up the bill. ” He thanks you for the work and gives you a chocolate bar as a reward, but before you could head out of the office, the boy complains, “You should recheck the total because they say beautiful women often make mistakes while counting. ”

“What did you say?” you say, turning around. Is he determined to ridicule your existence?

“You like chocolates, Nisha ji (miss)?”

“Don’t ever take my name!”

–

“God, you're so lazy. yunho will be here soon” The past few weeks have been a turn of events in your life as the boy you encountered that day in the manager’s office has been successful to make your heart swoon over his mere words. Later that evening you found out he had come over to your place with his family to talk about the engagement of your dear sister with his elder brother, and the meeting of two old friends had been just a facade. Time brought you two closer, along with cute banters and secret meetings with sweet words exchanged in the closed rooms.

You hurry to get off your bed, which takes no effort at all, as you get excited at the thought of getting to spend time with him on the way to your sister’s baby shower. Walking down the stairs, you search for him, but to your luck, he’s nowhere to be seen.

“*boo* I’m at your service” he jumps out, startling you in the process, as he had been hiding behind the curtains of the living room. “Hi” he whispers, but unable to meet his eyes, you greet his fluffy pet dog instead, “Hi Tuffy” and turn back on your heels, heading towards the refrigerator.

“Nisha ji (miss), thank you so much” he says, propping against the dining table as you dig out a bottle from the refrigerator.

“Why are you thanking me?”

“Because you waited for me.” he leans in, enough for anyone to assume a romantic relationship between you two.

“But I wasn't waiting for you.” he steps forward, forcing you to take a few steps back, which ends up with you pressed against the fridge door as he then whispers,

“So you were counting stars on the terrace? They say pretty girls look prettier when they lie”

“Can I ask you something? Why did you give me the flowers?” The lush green hills are a beautiful landscape but he is an eye candy against the backdrop.

“Because every time we’ve met, we’ve always fought. What could be better than flowers as a gift to make up?” his sweet voice lightens up the mood, soothing the excitement bursting inside you.

“You’re not like I thought you were?” you say, bringing the flowers closer to your face, bathing in their sickening sweet fragrance.

“What do I mean to you?”

“I’ll take my sweet time to think about it.”

The moon gleams in the dark sky as it enlightens the space you’re currently seated in. The pool in the backyard had been the location of many secret meetings, the space where meaningful words were shared, and core memories were created in the span of just a few months.

“You think it's good to watch girls secretly?” you say, facing the pool as you sit on the bench and you are accompanied by Yunho, whose eyes linger on your figure.

“What's the point if I don't see you dance? Now I am a fan of your dancing too.” He replies in a relaxed tone, enjoying the cold breeze of the evening.

“Hum ne aapka itna mazaak udaya, aapko bura nahi laga?(Don’t you feel offended that I made fun of you?)” you ask, turning around and facing him. Your eyes meet his, and a smile spreads across your lips while your heart doesn’t fail to beat faster.

“Aaj Kal aap ki koi bhi baat hamein buri nahi lagti (Nothing you say offends me these days)”

“Kyun aaj kal aisa kya ho gaya hai?(why? What happened these days?)”

“Bas(just),...” he trails, searching for something in your gaze, an approval perhaps? “jo bhi aap kehti hain, jo bhi aap karti hain (whatever you say or do), hamein sab accha lagta hain (i like all of it).”

“Phir aapne hamain gullair se kyu maara?(then why did you hit me with that slingshot?)” you turn around unable to look him in the eye anymore. “It is bad manners. Agli baar kisi aur ladki ko maarne se pehle (Next time before hitting some other girl), do baar socheye ga (think twice). ”

“Kisi aur ke baare me sochne ki fursat kise hai(who has the time to think about other girls)? Aapse(you), sirf aapse hi toh hum yeh gustakhi kar sakte hain(i can only misbehave with you)”

“Hum aapke hain koun(who am i to you)?”

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