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payasamlover · 2 years

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Jalebi baby

Summary: Harry and Yn enjoying their after noon with some hot chai and jalebis

Word count: 1k

Warning: None . Just some fluff

A/N: Hey everyone this is my second blurb as you know I'm just getting into writing hence my writings are gonna be short. Also, I wanna point put I'm not a native English speaker I'm from India hence I may not be great at portraying writing abilities. So if there are any typos or errors or any suggestions. You can just drop it in my ask box. I'll try to write long fics in the coming days. Thank you so much for reading. Just watched it As it was bts btw. It was good. Anyways enjoy <3

Terms:

1.Jalebi :Jalebi, is a popular sweet snack in south and west Asia, Africa, and Mauritius

2.Halwai: A confectioner

3. Mithai: Sweets

4. Bukhad: A person who is greedy for food

It was raining outside. It had been raining since the morning and it hadn't stopped, not even for a second. Raindrops were splattering onto the glass windows of Yn's apartment building.

The rain was coming down at a steady pace so it sounded like someone was pounding on the glass and shouting "Let me in!" repeatedly. Yn sighed as she put down her pen. She knew who it was even before she opened her door and stood there was her lovie ."You're going to catch a cold Harry," she said. "Hey Baby," he said softly when Yn opened the door for him.

He smiled when he caught sight of her. Harry looked like hell. He was drenched from head to toe. His hair had been matted down with rainwater. His nose and cheeks were flushed red. Yn wrapped her arms around him and kissed him tenderly."How about you take a nice hot shower and I'll make you my special chai ?" She suggested.

Harry nodded but didn't move from where he stood. "As long as you join me in the shower." Yn giggled. "No Harry. We both know I'm just a distraction when you shower."Harry shrugged his shoulders helplessly. Yn watched as Harry removed his shoes and socks. Yn walked over to the door and unlocked it. She stepped out of the way while Harry walked inside and closed the door behind him. Yn walked into the living room, picking up their abandoned cups and plates as she went. "Do you want some food too Harry?" She asked. "I bought Jalebi's from the local Indian dessert shop,". "I would love some," he yelled from the bathroom. "M'kay I'll be right back."

Yn made her way into the kitchen to make the chai. First, she boiled the milk. Then she added the tea leaves to the boiled milk followed by ginger honey and cardamom. While she was busy straining the tea Harry came back from the shower. He was wearing nothing but boxer briefs. Yn bit her lip slightly trying to control herself. She felt her heart racing, not wanting to look away. "Mhm smells amazing Yn," he said. "Harry placed his hand gently against her cheek and kissed her sweetly. She poured the chai into two cups and placed them on the kitchen island. Harry sat at one end of the counter while Yn took the other side and sat across from him. Yn reached under the table and held one of Harry's hands in hers. Harry smiled. They sipped their drinks slowly savouring every sip until they'd emptied their cups. "There's nothing like the authentic Indian chai innit darling? It's a real treat," Yn said smacking his lips together. "Ugh Starbucks drink doesn't even come close to this masterpiece," he commented. "How dare you compare this wonderful delicacy to that overpriced highly saccharine drink, " Harry snickered at her comments.

" Oh I forgot about the Jalebis gimme a mo bubs," Yn exclaimed reaching for the top cabinet she pulled out the Jalebis and started plating them. "That looks delicious babe and I can't wait to try all of them,". Harry replied "Here you go," Yn said sliding the plate. He grabbed one of the Jalebi "Cheers Yn," he tapped his jalebi with hers and then took a bite. He moaned loudly as he chewed. "These are the best damn things in existence. Oh my God I'm gonna cry "he declared. Yn giggled at his antics "I know right." Ever since they started dating Yn shared her culture with him whether it was cooking him her favourite desi dishes or making him watch her favourite movies growing up or shitting about Europeans colonizing South Asia and looting their money and other valuable items even if Harry was British ( he didn't mind tho because he was bitching along with her). He was so eager to learn all about her country and her culture.

"The jalebis here in America don't taste as great as the ones from India though, " Yn said thoughtfully as she nibbled on a piece of jalebis. "Really? "Harry quipped "Maybe you should come to visit India and eat them then," said Yn. "I remember visiting the Halwai during Diwali and ogling at all the mithai. The jalebis and the laddoo were finger-licking good." She said wistfully as she recalled memories. " Ooh, I can picture baby Yn dragging her parents to the halwai to gawk at the sweets". Harry teased, causing Yn to blush. "Oh shut up you big goof" she replied poking his arm. "I bet your parents would still lecture you for eating too many sweets," he continued teasing further. Yn rolled her eyes. "Stop," she said, blushing more as Harry laughed. "But seriously Harry, I miss those days when we would go to the market and just doing all the random things", she lamented. "I know baby, I know." Harry said putting his arm around her waist "I just miss them so much Harry I don't have anyone in the states except you"." Yn leaned in to kiss Harry, "you are right " Harry's gaze softens ."I guess it won't hurt to try a little bit more jalebi" "Yeah babe", Harry said pulling her closer. " My jalebi baby," he whispered. " .They spend rest of the day listening to soft ghazals as they talked , drinking their tea and eating each other's food. No wonder Tesher made a freaking song about Jalebi because he knows some bukhad like Yn and harry exist.😋😋

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vakhiyamusings · 2 years

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I fell in love with an idiot (and now I have to go save his ass!) - RRR fanfic RamxBheem

“I’m not who you think I am.”

“I came here to rescue my little sister. She was forcibly taken from our tribe.”

“I’m sorry for deceiving you. I wanted to come clean on so many occasions but I didn’t want to drag you in my mess.”

“If I don’t see you again, I’ll die with pride knowing I had a wonderful person in my life. Goodbye, my friend.”

Friend? Friend!?

Friend, my ass!

He raged at his inability to speak! The stupid snake bite! It fucking paralyzed his entire side and he couldn’t even move his jaw properly. He couldn’t get the fucking idiot to stop his suicide mission!

He was going to get himself killed!

And Ram, himself, was going to be the one to do it.

The shock and stab of betrayal shot right through his heart.

But who better than him could understand the pain and despair such deception could cost a soul.

Ram admired Bheem for his courage and gumption. For flawlessly being in character and weaseling his way into the governor’s house. Bheem’s tongue tied nature around Jenny was rather cute to witness. It probably wasn’t all faked.

Perish that thought.

Bheem didn’t have a cunning bone is his body. Ram doubted he could lie to save his life.

Fucking idiot!

Ram let out a harsh labored breath as he lifted himself up off the bed.

He needed to ensure that no one got to the idiot before he did.

Bheem was, after all, his idiot to contend with.

Ram couldn’t help but admire him more and more every single day.

His feelings were probably one sided but the heart wants what it wants.

Seetha was his best friend from childhood. She probably would’ve been his wife in another life, but Ram was a different man these days. Being a double agent was hard on his soul, and he knew deep down, that Seetha deserved better. She was his only tie to his old life and his anchor to reality. He needed her to keep himself sane.

Whatever sane meant these days was another question altogether.

Apparently, it meant pulling out his police uniform from his iron chest and refilling his rifle with bullets.

Time to hunt down the massive brawny hunk of an idiot.

A couple of punches to his trusty punching bag was necessary before he left. He didn’t want to accidentally strangle the fool for making him run around in circles all these weeks.

He ran out the door and suddenly paused.

A dramatic entrance was necessary in every situation.

***

His man had style, that was for sure!

A tiger was mauling a British guy’s face while the man let out a blood curdling scream. There were lions, antelopes and cheetahs wrecking havoc.

The scene before him fueled a vicious bloodthirstiness within him.

Like his namesake, he steered a chariot with a fire lit behind him like a proper descendant of the Sun God.

He jumped off his chariot letting it add more chaos to the mayhem.

Mayhem to the chaos?

Who the fuck cared?

It was utter bedlam and it got his blood thrumming with excitement!

“Why are you wearing that?”

The words made him pause.

“Why are you dressed like that? You are one of us!”

His blood ran cold.

The confusion and betrayal in that voice…

He made sure early on to never have friends. Just allies. The first time he trusted someone in so long and look where it led him?

Ram couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“You are under arrest for the crimes you have committed to the British sovereignty,” was all he said pulling out his handcuffs.

“What are you saying?”

Bheem jumped back out of his reach.

The action hurt him more than he imagined.

“You’re one of us! Look at me!” Bheem screamed at him, pain filling his voice.

“You are under arrest for your crimes. Come quietly with me and confess,” he repeated.

“Look! At! Me!”

Ram shuddered at the command in the tone. If it were in any other circumstance, his response would’ve been completely different.

He anticipated the strike and blocked the hit.

For the first time in his life, he didn’t want to fight. He was mechanical in his attempt to restrain this beast of a man.

When a particular key Bheem had in his hold fell into the sewer, his friend was no longer the person he used to know.

Ram had to fight back lest he lose a limb or his life.

He had to think quickly.

Bheem was unrestrained and violent. Volatile was what came to mind.

He was poetry in motion, beautiful and deadly with a fire in his eyes that sparked his very soul.

He craved his attention like a dying man craving air.

He was fluid in his movements but also reckless like a tidal wave of fury.

His inner rage swirled into a massive storm.

Electricity sparked, lightning crackled as they fought.

There was no one else but the two of them in this fight.

But it couldn’t last forever.

Ram had to save Bheem before the guy got himself killed.

He was making this very difficult!

Fucking tribal idiot and his building climbing skills!

“Just surrender now, Bheem!” he roared. Not like it had any effect.

“How could you turn your back on us? How dare you stab the backs of your countrymen? I wish I had never met you,” Bheem cried out before trying to lob him with a huge rock.

Ram faltered at the words and it nearly cost him his life.

His double life was affecting him at the most inopportune moment. Feelings were never supposed to be a part of this!

Load. Aim. Shoot.

That was the mantra he led his life by.

The last words uttered to him by his father.

Right before he blew up the man who sired him…

Ram grabbed him by the neck and pushed him to the ground. Bheem struggled like a large trout out of water.

Fucking big lug!

A muscular, ridiculously hot one at that!

“Just stop! Stop and listen to me!” Ram gritted his teeth.

The writhing was not good for his body. It really, really wasn’t.

“I’m on your side!” he hissed through his teeth.

Bheem continued to struggle not having heard him.

Ram had only one idea to get his attention and get him to stop his damn writhing!

He crashed his mouth harshly to Bheem’s mouth. Bheem bit his tongue in confusion. The taste of blood only fueled his lust. Bheem stilled before kissing back wildly and recklessly as the man he was. Ram clutched his waist, pulling him closer. He was surprised to feel a bulge pressing against his own.

Ram pulled back, breathing harshly. Bheem appeared dazed and also out of breath.

“What?” he was so out of it. Ram preened within at making him so breathless with a single kiss.

“I’m on your side, you dumb bumbling fool!” Ram exclaimed exasperated.

“Why did you fight me?”

His lover was dumb.

“I am not your friend in public. I have to maintain appearances. They expect me to arrest you and hand you over to them. Your Nawab is giving them trouble,” he explained.

The sounds of a raging fight was loud outside. They didn’t have much time.

“I have to get Malli,” Bheem said.

Ram let out an explosive sigh.

“Stop making my life so hard! I can’t keep you alive if you fight me at every turn!” he said.

Bheem’s eyes hardened.

“How can I trust you? Huh? Maybe you’ve been playing me the whole time! Why should I listen to anything you say?” he demanded. The fire was back in his eyes and they focused entirely on him.

Perfect.

“Because I love you, you idiot! For some unfathomable reason, I fucking love you and guess what? I don’t want to turn you over to the governor! But then you do something stupid and crash into this party like a bull through a china shop! If you want Malli to survive, you need to surrender! They’ve seen you now! I can’t let you go!” Ram whispering harshly against his lips.

He couldn’t help himself from stealing another kiss and grinding himself against his muscular lover.

Bheem appeared speechless but his body knew what to do.

Ram was thrilled and frustrated as he was suddenly flipped so he was on his back. Bheem hovered over him, kissing down his neck. He bit harshly on the tendons of his neck making Ram moan out loud. Thankfully the noise was muffled by the roar of a lion. Bheem pressed the heel of his palm against his cock making Ram buckle beneath him.

They made quick work of releasing their cocks and Bheem stroke them both surely but firmly. Ram’s fingers dug into

Bheem’s back nearly drawing blood. It only spurred Bheem on further. Soon, they were coming onto their hands and over each other. Ram found it particularly amusing to find a drop of cum over one of his medals. If only the governor knew…

“I love you too, but I have to do this. I’m sorry,” he barely heard the words through his sex addled mind before Bheem got up and left.

Ram’s mind suddenly turned on and he cursed.

Fuck Bheem and his idiocy!

Fuck him and his easily accessible veshti wearing tendencies!

Ram struggled with his zip to catch up with the dumb ass.

No, the ass in question was spectacular.

The man was simply dumb.

The idiot clambered onto the railing and was trying to swoop down like a hawk to save his sister.

He was going to die if it happened and he would be killing his sister as well.

Ram threw a stone slab to stop him from jumping off.

Bheem retaliated by throwing a piece of the balustrade at his head.

Ungrateful prick!

As a last resort, he lassoed him with the beaded mala that Bheem had given him earlier this evening. The rope was pretty damn strong and it stopped Bheem from catapulting to the ground.

Ram eyed him in cold fury.

Why didn’t he just listen to him?

“Surrender now, Bheem! Or else, Malli will pay for your actions,” he spoke harshly.

The words seemed to suddenly pierce through his thick skull.

His fiery eyes were subdued and were filled with fear.

Ram closed his eyes and slowly pulled him up to safety.

Why did he fall in love with an idiot?

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wgm-beautiful-world · 2 years

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Mysore Palace, INDIA

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pocketsnews · 1 year

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cherrycharam · 16 days

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Apparently, since Ram and Samantha were reluctant to kiss for real because it might not go over well with their respective spouses, the director explained to them that they didn't have to actually kiss, just act it out by getting close, and he promised that the team would fake it in the graphics in post-production.

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leanderkevin · 2 years

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"ஆண் சாமி"/"Aan Sāmi" (The Hierophant) This next installment, The Hierophant, features a male சாமியாடி (deity-dancer), [also known as a சாமி (deity)], and a நடுக்கல் (hero-stone). There is no regular clergical order in Dravidian folk religion, which operated on fear and necessity, rather than devotion and ritual. சாமியாட்டம்/வெறியாட்டம் can often be seen at rural temple festivals. These dancers act as spirit conduits after going into a trance. They answer queries, deliver verdicts, diagnose diseases and curses among others. The spirits in question are of deified ancestors or independent deities of indigenous folk origins. These deities were later assimilated into mainstream Hinduism with sthalapurānas that were written in a way that subdued them and, by extension, the people who worshipped them. This led to their subjugation under the caste system and the invasion of folk Dravidian spiritual spaces by Vedic clergy. The gods (in red) featured here are மதுரை வீரன் (Madurai Veeran) and முனியாண்டி (Muniyandi). There are many others. The tamizh word for celebration (கொண்டாட்டம்) may have its roots in this tradition: கொள்ளுதல் (to take in/receive) + ஆடுதல் (to dance) = கொண்டாடுதல் = கொண்டாட்டம். Like Theyyam from Kerala and Bhootha from Karnataka, similar cultures exist across South India. The tradition of நடுக்கல் வழிபாடு (Hero-Stone Worship) also continues to exist. Hero stones are dedicated to fallen warriors and other people who served the community. Many hero-stones, displaying impressive detail for their age, still survive. The next installment will be a continuation. I've planned for this card and the next to be twin cards of sorts. If you wish to dive deeper into the history of Dravidian folk spirituality, @whatthepottu 's page would be a good place to start. Sources: Xavier, S. Sanskritisation Of The Deities Of Folk Tradition And Hindu Revivalism In Tamil Nadu. 2007. #leanderscribbles#tamil#tamilartist#tamilart#lineart#art#indigenous#southindian#indian#asian#tarot#tarotart#divination#occult#spirituality https://www.instagram.com/p/CcKOJikLVrK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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