the masculine urge to sing “किसका है ये तुम को इंतज़ार? मैं हूँ ना, देख लो इधर तो एक बार, मैं हूँ ना”
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I deleted all of my 44 notes, the hell I am regretting it now 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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tbh jabse Instagram delete kiya hai life kaafi hadd tak shaant hogayi hai
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Accha lagta hai
ONGOING
a short series of Ram and Y/n's domestic life - RRR au
Part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4
Part 5
Part 6 - nsfw
Part 7
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Since adipurush made everyone talk about Ramayan; here's a rant of my own.
WHY do we scorn Vibhishan? Ghar ka bhedi, step brother, traitor, what haven't we called the man who found dharma and hence Narayan Avtaar Shri Ram? The man listened when no one else did, he realised what and who was right, if he already hadn't. Vibhishan's tale is what happens in Kaliyug, a person on the wrong path by association and ignorance corrects his path by finding God. Why is he scorned for choosing a side that is morally correct? And even if you want to say he's half asur or whatever and he has no morals, or maybe you say that he only grew a moral compass when he was about to die, but what of it? If you were fighting a war that you did not cause and you knew was unjust, why would you fight for the losing side? Being logical may or may not be selfish but it is completely understandable. Vibhishan was a man that helped win the war marginally. He helped kill his brother, his anguish is unparalleled, but remembering a man of honour and righteousness as a traitor, aren't we doing injustice to a man that was a fellow devotee? That went against his dharm as a brother to obey is dharm as a being?
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There's this certain power in being true to urself and keeping the promises u once made to urself..it's such a powerful feeling like damn while everyone else is giving excuses and wasting their time, here I am being determined and consistent with my efforts. I ain't consoling myself with shit like ohh life's tough, I need a break, lets watch movie, lets go on social media and sleep late for once. Hell nahh! This is ur life and if u ain't working hard to make ur life better in any way then nothing u can do will make a difference and u dont deserve to dream big.
Sleep early, leave social media, go outside breathe air, meet new people, wake up early, work hard..Stop living a mediocre life and then expect that you'll win at life. If u cant put in efforts towards ur goals, if all u can do is whine..Then i'm sorry nobody will help you and that's the harsh reality.
And I read it somewhere that self esteem and confidence are just a by-product of how true u are to urself. If u keep on repeating the same mistakes, if u keep on breaking the promises u once made to urself, then ur mind knows. It knows this guy ain't shit. Wanna know why?
Coz ur reputation with ur own self is shit. Why would your mind trust you then? How can u ever expect to feel good about urself this way?
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Accha lagta hai
Part 7
You weren't sure if it was what you saw. The cuffs of his half sleeve tshirt, stretched by his bicep partially hid it with his flexing muscles. Was it a shadow, or something doodled?
"Like what you see?" Ram's raspy, dark voice pulled you out of your trance. You snapped back to reality to see his smug face. Huffing, you threw your plates back, getting back to work at hand.
The chores of the day fogged your mind, almost erasing the memory of what you saw on his arm. It was after Ram bathed and you were in the bedroom, mending one of his shirts. He came out, with a loose towel wrapped around his waist only. You couldn't help but stare at the rippling muscles and hair when you caught the site of it again, on the inside of his right bicep. Your eyebrows furrowed wondering what you're seeing is right or just an illusion of shadows, when you were interrupted by your husband again. "If you want me just say that"
His statement brought you back to world. You put his shirt down, and made your way to him. You grabbed his arm and turned it to see- and you were right- a tattoo. You gasped, looking at his non chalant face. You pulled him to the bed, setting him down and sitting too. "Why didn't you tell me" you traced the ink slightly, it was a small lotus. Ram just shrugged. "I didn't think you'd really care" he knew he messed up when he saw your confused face. "You're my husband! I care about everything you do" Ram couldn't help but smile, staring at your face.
"What's the lotus for?" You whispered, still mesmerized by the tattoo. "You" his answer was unexpected, and he knew that when your head shot up. "Your eyes are big like lotus, your hands are soft like lotus, and you're my goddess, like Laxmi maa on lotus. When I first saw you, you were holding two lotuses. And like a lotus in mud, you grow so beautifully in my mess-"
Ram felt a hand on his lips before he could continue. You nodded, not letting him continue. Ram smiled, and your attention went back to tracing it. "When did you get it?" "Some weeks ago" "Did you hide it from me?" "Not really, I was asked to cover it or it would hurt" you nodded, your eyes not leaving the art piece. A hair fringe fell on your face which Ram tucked away. You smiled at him and he knew all the love you held for him.
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