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[the-forest-goth]

hey ( with the intention to take you on library dates and long drives with hozier playing in the background)

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[justsomesapphicbimbo]

Are the queer Indian girls in the room with us?! In this world?! Ughh pls where are yall I swear everyone is straight in my life and i hate it all.

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[androgynous-bhajipav]

Mann Kyu Behka

a desi sapphic sci-fi story.

Summary: The moon isn't actually that cruel, right? It's distant and unsettling yet familiar and fascinating. It's beautiful and mysterious yet full of craters and imperfections upon looking closely. There are a myriad adjectives that attempt to describe the moon and 'cruel' is by far, the most unsuccessful. Right?

Featuring: a curious scientist, a valiant soldier, a big dreamer, a careful spy, an anxious girl, a confident girl, a hill station dweller, a proud city person, and the fact that all of these are really just two young women who fall for each other.

Trigger Warnings: mild swearing and mild homophobia in later chapters.

Updates: every alternate Sunday at around midnight. Quite fitting given how this work is named after Lata Mangeshkar's song about midnights.

Author's Note: It's finally here! I'M SO EXCITED TO SHARE MY STORY WITH YOU GUYS!!! I've written the prologue and first two chapters and estimate there will at least be twenty in all. Note that I'm not actually a scientist- just a science student still in college and therefore, I've taken a few liberties in writing a few of these scenes. But a copious amount of research went down in this though! If I still do end up offending some scientist didis, bhaiyas and everyone in between, do let me know. Also, constructive criticism is welcome. And I'd HIGHLY APPRECIATE IT if y'all reblog or leave a comment or something.

~ Cora

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[desisapphicx]

Midnight Ruin

Chapter 1

The woman at the head of the table was adjusting the pleats on her saree, and when she was done, she cleared her throat and drew the attention of her family.

"Before beginning our breakfast, I want to make sure all the preparations have been done for the ball," She said.

"Yes, Amma." answered Pushkar. He sat to her left and his wife Revathy was next to him, perking up at the mention of the ball, she loved parties more like she thrived on them, and probably she could die in one if she had a choice. Sadly, her misaligned priorities sometimes hindered her in parenthood. Not that she didn't love her hyperactive kids, she did, but she could be so unwitting at times, that she would be blind to her kids' needs, this has been one of the few factors for petty squabbles that ensues between her and Pushkar. The two seats next to her remain empty, usually occupied by her twins. The little tots were not the only missing but their Grandpa as well, so his seat opposite Revathy remain untouched. The other seats were filled by two sets of uncles and aunts. Who were just waiting for their moment to speak, but considering how Latha was they'd rather stuff their mouths with delicacies set on the table.

"Did you invite Iyers, their presence is impo-- where is Akanksha?" Latha began imposingly as usual but her question ended in confusion; eyes searching hastily for her daughter. She looked at her son, raising her thick brows in question.

"Um..." Pushkar tried to answer but she stopped him.

"Jaya, ask her to come, now."

"Yes, Amma" said the servant.

Latha was an imperious woman, she demanded everyone's attention as soon as she stepped into a room, such was her tenor. "I don't like this indiscipline," she clicked her tongue; the indignation on her face was so evident. She was scowling at her cutlery when she heard fading footsteps near the stairs, and as her daughter-shaped figure ambled near her view, her scowl deepened.

She took a good look at her daughter, dressed in a mid-length beige Kurti with handwoven golden embroidery running down her neckline and her sleeve cuffs, matching perfectly with her amber-gold cotton silk pants. Akanksha's dark brown hair was parted in middle but gleaned together in a bun at the back, yet few had escaped, now curling around her temple, her black bindi rivaled the mole sitting right at the smiling line of her left cheek. Her golden bangles chimed as she took a seat right to her mother.

When the savory whiff of sambar and the sight of fluffy idlies beckoned to her, she couldn't resist, moreover her stomach was making weird noises of someone starved for eons. She started serving herself when she heard her mother clear her throat. "Do you want it?" She held a piece of idli to her mother, her mother shook her head in disapproval. Akanksha just shrugged--- she was nonchalant about her mother's attitude and so she continued having. Apparently, she was the only one who could stand on her toes with her amma.

"You can continue," She said to her mother.

"I cannot comprehend how dense can you be," her mother exclaimed.

Akanksha paid no mind to it, Latha stared at her for some more time--- going over ways to subdue her daughter, she huffed in annoyance before smoothly transitioning into her placid poise.

"As I was saying, Iyers are important and also some other thing I wanted to say," Latha voiced and the silence that followed was quite extended, a bit too long that even Akanksha's interest piqued, not much, but she lent her ear, anyway.

"I want to invite the Kamats." Akanksha stopped having, piping hot sambar burned her throat as she took a big gulp and her spoon fell on the plate with a loud clank. "What?" She said before adding, "Are you serious? Why them?" She glanced at her brother, trying to understand if he was involved in this utter-ridiculous decision but by the clueless look on his face, she knew not. She looked back at her mother, whose serene face faltered for a moment, the hatred for the family was monumental, it snaked with its bitter venom in all of them, and yet here they were, inviting their foes with gilded smiles.

"The decision is already made, it is not up for debate" She quieted the jabbering room. She motioned for them to start with their tiffin, before looking at Akanksha with a tinge of malice in her eyes and a mocking smile, she said, "You'll be the one hosting"

***

Kesar was tapping to the radio's rhythm on his thin steering wheel, the little pitter-patter on the window pane was blending perfectly with the music streaming into the car. "Should we stop at the tea stall? The weather is good to have a cup, don't you think?" he took a glance at his friend and furrowed his brows.

Akanksha was fiddling with her pearl necklet. Her ears were red and itchy, but she wouldn't give in, she didn't want to feed her nervous habits but her brain was fast in its functioning; sending a stimulus and her hands were quick enough to catch those brain signals and there she was scratching at it, but it yielded no satisfaction whatsoever. Looking at her Kesar was concerned as to what is going on with his good friend.

"What is it?"

"Nothing"

He stared at her for a few moments, "You can tell me"

"Amma has put me in a funny situation" She laughed wryly. She went quiet after that and Kesar hummed for her response, he wanted to prod her into telling him what is bothering her but he knew otherwise.

"Well, how about we have some coffee?"

"Yeah, that would be great" She looked out the window losing herself in the pitter patter of the rain against the car window.

***

For Akanksha, the room was too crowded, but she had to push through it, she greeted a few people on her way, it wouldn't hurt to be polite sometimes. When she made up her mind and settled down at her seating bench, she was overcome with a gnawing feeling of absence, of something familiar yet strange. Her nails traced the doodles etched on the wooden slab and her eyes picked up the vagueness of her thoughts and began searching for that familiarity, and soon they found their way to the lean figure sitting against the column of the banyan tree, the breeze blew through the dark brown tresses and flipped the pages of the book too hastily; the person was struggling to manage between untangling and reading. Before she could see more of it, the curtain was drawn between her and the view. She could hear a distant thank you, and when she pulled herself from her hazed thoughts, the class had already begun.

The lecture was halfway through when there was a knock on the door, and her curly letters came to a halt; the class got mute for a beat before the yammering noises swelled the space. The door was opened to a woman costumed in a burgundy cable-knit sweater and pleated dress pants; her sleeves pulled back to her elbows showed off the gold bracelets and square-dialed watch, and her brown ankle boots were squeaky clean. The image of the woman seemed to have slowly seeped into her mind and when recognition hit her, instantly her gut recoiled with discontent.

After deftly convincing the professor to let her in, Prithvi walked into the classroom. While she made herself comfortable in her seat, she sensed someone watching her and when she turned around she caught a pair of Hazel eyes glaring at her, she couldn't help but smirk at Akanksha. And Akanksha sneered at her. Prithvi laughed it off and started taking notes. When the class was over, Akanksha and Prithvi were the only ones to leave at last. Prithvi made hurried notes, packed her case, and took quick steps toward the door. Meanwhile, Akanksha took all this in and just stared at the other girl's departure, a million thoughts running amuck in her mind. She was still thinking through, the act of inviting Prithvi would be so embarrassing and at the same time infuriating. What made her mother invite their family? What had changed? Guess she would never know, or would she?

***

They were all in the canteen. Most of them had their tiffin carriers opened on their tables and they all ate up their pieces of the meal and shared with their friends here and there, tasting different spices from all the families. Among them, Akanksha sat at her table along with her gang. Kesar was at the canteen counter to fill up his plate of parotta and sabzi, and Padma was mindlessly gazing through the newspaper, bored with the lack of gossip but the article about the exotic perfume caught her attention so her eyes were soaking it up. Shashi, Akanksha's cousin was nowhere to be seen.

"Looks like Shashi is cozying up with the enemy," said Venky. All the friends at the table immediately looked at Akanksha, letting out various sounds of oohs and aahs. They all wanted to see what she would do. And she remained stoic. She was super irritated that's for sure, but she didn't want that anyone to see that she was even bothered by this silly stunt by her stupid cousin. Shashi arrived all smiles at their table and Padma who was now caught up with the scene so far, asked her, "What were you doing with her?" Shashi replied, "Why, of course inviting her to my family ball" Akanksha's wits were off the charts just listening to her cousin but she was unflinching about maintaining her teetering patience for some reason. "Who told you to do that?"

"No one, I wanted to invite her, so I did"

"I am the one who is in charge here, without asking me, how could you invite her?"

"My dad said I could invite whoever I wanted to, and I have heard your mom has okayed inviting the Kamats so I thought, it wouldn't do any harm,"

Akanksha wanted to say so many things but controlled herself. "Well you thought wrong, you cannot invite people without going through me first, I hope that's clear to you, next time use that head of yours for something other than flirting" Shashi's cheeks got red in embarrassment and Akanksha was breathing rapidly, she urgently needed to get out of here. She opened the door of her blue 1950 Buick Road Master, she felt somewhat relieved that she was back to her space, her head leaning back on the car seat, the agitation in her was calming when she heard a knock on her window. Prithvi was there. She motioned to roll down the windows. Why doesn't this end? Thought Akanksha, she rolled her eyes, and complied. "You shouldn't have made such a scene there Princess"

"Mind your own business"

"I would've, if it wasn't about me"

"Whatever you want to preach, do it fast, I am getting late,"

"Your mother should also teach you more about how to be selfless,"

"You-"

"Excuse me, I forgot for a second, with whom I am talking, it must run in your blood to humiliate others"

"Is that all?" Akanksha started her car, and reversing it, and she heard Prithvi calling out from her rear view mirror,

"Go on Princess, run away, being nice doesn't suit you anyways"

Akanksha just took off, not heeding to her.

***

A/N: Ah! after a long time, I am here. Sorry for the delay... As I said before, this story is updated very slowly, I don't even know, if people even read this shit. Anyways, if you find this chapter to be subpar and if you come across any grammatical errors, I am really sorry. I have written this in a rush and I will edit this someday, so whoever is reading this, thank you 💖

P.S: My recent favourite listen is, The Winner Takes It All by ABBA, what's your favourite?

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[callmeyourjaan]

Indian queers would get you all talking and interested and then after a day leave you hanging dry and deactivated.. please don’t message me if you like to disappear often. I like permanence and clarity. Happy Diwali lovelies✨✨

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[vans-drop]

Whats a person got to do to feel some genuine connection and love in a world so miserable?

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[bisexual-sqggitarius]

My poem, "Being Bi"

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[hygerun]

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[i-love-sufjan-stevens]

Vintage Photos of Queer Couples of Color

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[shorthairedbrownqueer]

Based on a 1970’s guide published by a Feminsit Lesbian Newsletter from Atlanta which is MY NEW FAVOURITE thing on the internet

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[justsomesapphicbimbo]

No thoughts. Just meri jaan.

But why is it so gay? Is it the lyrics? The imagery? The vibes? Idk. But its sapphic. Yes it is.

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[androgynous-bhajipav]

a bit of a story

ek din woh humaare saath auto rickshaw mein aayi thi because she lives quite close to my house. when i got off the auto rickshaw, I was smiling so wide and mann hi mann me Taylor Swift ka woh Enchanted gaana gaane lagi. She came with us do-teen baar again and then she didn't. Bhai, uska Tumblr pe account bhi hai arghhh. Phir kya... Diwali aa gayi, I went videsh with my family and told my friends I'll buy gifts for them. But the first gift I bought was uske liye. I didn't speak to her online bhi that much until before my flight back to India. itna bi panic ho raha tha! I was still in denial though. Me usse itna ache se nahi jaanti but phir bhi I soon found myself crushing on her. Kal raat hi sapne mein woh mili. College ke corridors mein my eyes find hers and for a moment I think she likes me back. After all, auto mein she was the one who always brought up the topic of being queer. I know that being queer doesn't automatically mean she'll like me back but I probably do have a chance. Then again, me science waali hu. Zyaada mulakaat nahi hoti. Aur online chat karne mein bhi darr lagta hai. I REALLY want something with her - relationship nahi toh friendship - but... she's the extroverted one of us and hasn't reached out. I don't want to make an absolute fool of myself like in mera last relationship.

Oh, mighty little Tumblr gays on my phone, what do you guys think I should do?

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[desisapphicx]

Midnight Ruin

Moodboard

Prologue

Akanksha takes a long drag of her even longer black-filtered cigarette. She could feel the eyes on her back. "What?" She asks the person; whose eyes keep drilling her. She takes her gaze off the street -- the view from her window is buzzing with people, automatons, and everything in between. Her ears pick up those distinct yet vague sale announcements from the local vendors and the bustling sounds of automated engines. The clear sky is coloured with a pinkish-orange hue; contradicting Akanksha's dark cloudy thoughts.

She steps away from the window ledge, rolls her shoulders back, and stretches her arms, trying to relieve the cramps that have been bothering her for quite some time. Her slender fingers rake through her dark brown hair and mould them into a loose bun around the thin gold fountain pen, which she found clipped to her notepad near the window. She tucks the ends of her sea-green chiffon saree into her saree's waistline and takes one last look at the street from her window before she turns around.

"I am just saying, you shouldn't have done that," says Kesar, her childhood friend. His brows are in a knot, and worry lines crease his forehead; he makes no effort to hide his thoughts but the only person to whom those emotions are aimed at; is ignoring his existence, or at least pretending to not notice. He takes in the ambience of the huge room; high-hanging oil lamps, and mechanical gaslights, illuminate the once dark space - except for the gloomy corners encompassing the room. The tall and sturdy pillars bore the weight of the soaring ceilings. Bronze pot humidifiers at distinct points in the room, scattering the wisps of wild jasmine, sweet lavender, and musky sandalwood, give the room, a more mystifying aura; but the intense essence of tar and nicotine of Akanksha's smoke pipe tardily dominates them.

Akanksha turns around, her sharp chestnut eyes, finding the small round clay pot covered in an antique painting -- an expensive birthday gift from her mother. The gift would've eventually made its place on some museum shelf; if not for her amma -- she couldn't care less for some flashy piece that symbolized her mother's gaudy love; hence the pricey ashtray.

She taps at her filter, and the "ashtray" laying on her desk near the window collects the remains of her smoke. She takes one long puff and mushes the cigarette.

The stern woman glides toward her bookshelf, and picks up the book she recently started reading, 'Women of Mughal Empire', she searches for another fresh stick in her maroon tin box that she usually keeps near her stacks of books, empty silver insides of the metal case stares back at her, seems like she forgot to restock. Maybe she shouldn't have mushed what was supposed to be her last smoke. "Shit" she mutters, and keeps checking her drawers for that spare paper-rolled tobacco, but no luck.

"AK"

"AK"

Kesar keeps on calling her, but his words fall on deaf ears.

Thin sweat trails from her temple to her jawline, and makes its final race to her chest, the moisture on her saree dissipating into a dark patch. It could be the humidity of the room or the lack of nicotine in her system; even though she just inhaled one whole smoke, well, not whole but almost, now she urgently needs another, to calm her nerves; her friend has brought back those overwhelming thoughts, from which she tried to escape, just a few hours ago.

"Do you have extra?" She waves around her long piped filter.

"Um... no." He answers. She keeps the filter on her bookshelf and heads out of her room to the hallway and calls for, "Sheela"..... "Sheela" her words rivet back at her.

Where did everyone go?

She grunts, her nerves are literally on edge; she can't wait around for anyone to quench her addiction; so, self-reliance it is.

Her father's office, which is at the end of the dark hallway, that's where her jittery legs take her. There on his desk, she finds his cigars neatly packed in a small tin box; she quickly lights one. The spice flavour instantly hits her taste buds; usually, she is not one for that pungent essence. But, screw it, desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Are you done?" Kesar is standing near the door frame. She lifts her head and squints at him. He is a tall figure standing at 6'2", and his broad shoulders block all of the light coming from the hallway. He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration and takes out the rolled newspaper from a deep pocket of his white kurta, which complements his brown skin, and throws it on the desk.

Her gaze swiftly moved from him to the paper. Resting her smoke stick on her father's ashtray, she takes a seat in his leathered office chair, unfolds the paper, and turns the knob of the table's oil lamp, illuminating the desk. She reads out the bold headline from the local evening daily, 'Is Reddy's prodigy at the centre of College Killings?' She nods to herself and looks back at Kesar.

After the lack of response, he asks her, "Aren't you worried?"

"Worried about?"

"You don't seem to get it. Do you?" She knows what he's talking about, but she'd like to hear it from him.

"Speak plainly, Kez"

"You, being a part of the investigation" he throws his hands around, clearly annoyed by her nonchalance.

"No, I am not scared, unlike you." She snorts and continues- "Tell me, Kez. Don't you want me to be free of these sickening claims?"

"Of course. I want that for you, my bondhu. But, you're being short-sighted here."

"Believe whatever you want, I'll prove my innocence by any means" Akanksha flares her nose. Her breathing gets agitated as the minutes go by; she doesn't understand how her friend is not backing her up.

"AK, you're not listening to yourself, this will only come back to you"

She quirks her eyebrow in question, to which her friend says, "You're a protham suspect, you'll be like a walking target if you get involved in this investigation"

"No, Kez. This will only show how I am still here, ready for whatever they hurl at me. I am not wavering my stance"

"Tor matha kharap. I appreciate your confidence but what part of being a suspect, you don't get?" He sighs in frustration.

"No suspect.." he begins; but by the look on her face, he quickly stammers to correct- "Sorry, no possible or alleged suspect gets involved in the investigation, it will look like you're here to not clear your name but the evidence." She cannot believe that he is sputtering such nonsense, and what hurts her, even more, is that her friend doesn't believe in her innocence.

"I can't believe you just said that" before he can explain himself, she raises her hand, stopping him from blabbering, even more, absurdity. "You may not have faith in me, but I am confident enough about what I am doing"

"If you're done, you can leave." She has nothing more to offer to this conversation.

"AK" he calls for her, but she looks straight ahead; refusing to glance at him. He nods to himself, accepting defeat, one last time he tries - "I didn't mean to offend you in any way, aamaye khoma korben. I was just looking out for you" he gets up and makes his way to the office's mahogany door.

But, then he comes across a dark silhouette. He asks- "What is she doing here?" His words are brimmed with shock and anger.

"Hello to you too, Kesar." says the hoarse voice.

  

xxx

A/n: Hey everyone. I just want to say that this fiction is set in the 1940s and in an alternative universe; so, much of the history will not be here for obvious reasons. This is not a politically oriented story, but the element may be used as a background and only that.

P.S.: Also, I am a non-Bangla speaker. I have used the help of google and google translate; for one of my characters, so if you find any discrepancies you can message me or comment here with the corrections.

P.S.S: I have not edited this thoroughly, I was in a bit rush, if you come to find any grammatical errors, please excuse me. I will edit this some other day. The updates will be slower, just so you know.

Thanks for giving this a read :)

Happy Pride!!! 🏳️‍🌈

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[collarbonekissesandasylumwitches]

the desi urge to go on pani puri dates and have a competition to see who gives up first, dance with your love on pashmina, plan every single thing down to the last detail about diwali 3 months ago cause you cannot contain your excitement, eat parle g for dessert, get tattoos in forbidden places that'll slyly be visible with a shift of your pallu, have a signature itar that reminds everybody of you, fight the traditional gender roles that are pushed onto women since their birth in class then be it students or the teacher, have baraf ke gole that turn your tongue different colours and get ready to meet your beloved in secret with cause your parents don't approve of them and that adds to the thrill

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[indiansapphic]

BUTCHES. WHERE ARE THE BUTCHES. I WANT TO SCRITCH THEIR HAIR. I WANT TO HOLD THEIR HAND. I WANT TO TAKE THEM ON A SKATEBOARDING DATE. I WANT TO WEAR A SAREE MATCHING THEIR TIE. I WANT TO KISS ALL OVER THEIR FACES. I WANT TO SHARE MUSIC WITH THEM ON THE BUS AND ON THE METRO. MY BUTCHES. WHERE ARE MY BUTCHES IM GOING INSANE—

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[janaknandini-singh999]

Being a desi sapphic is like hMmM wHaT is iT gOnNa bE ✨today✨?

*mere sapno ki rani kab aayegi tu uwu* yearny?? or *ek ladki ko dekha toh aisa laga* kinda cute lil crush???? or *jab bhi main koi ladki dekhu* simping bitch????? or *BACHNAA AE HASEEEENOO* gay hoe

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