#ram x reader

[gatorbites-imagines]

I want to flirt with the old man (C-137 Rick) just real shameless

Rick Sanchez (C-137) being flirted with

Headcanons

Not even sure if this is a request anon, but it sure is now since me too. This is like season 6 Rick btw, so hes secretly a softy, because i said so.

-          Now Rick being Rick it would depend on the timing or who you were. If you were just a rando he met at the bar or on an adventure, and it wasn’t life or death. Rick would flirt back, maybe even take you off to a side room if you know what I mean ;))))

-          If you were someone more constant in his life, like an ally or an old friend like birdperson, he would still flirt back but it would be a less “get in my bed” type, and more play flirting between friends. He would play it as a joke unless you made it obvious you actually wanted him romantically.

-          Then he would be flustered and not truly know what to do, but again Rick being Rick there is no way he would let you know he’s flustered. He would rather die than let people know he feels things.

-          He might start making you things, like inventions or whatever you might need. He would lay it on thick with his own flirting, but it would be super over the top to counter your own shameless flirting.

 -          Your first kiss is definitely when hes absolutely wasted. You would be flirting with him again, maybe draped over his back and making kissy noises and he just turns his head and kisses you. He would grab your jaw and really get in there, tongue and everything. Then he would pull back, stare at you, tell you that your cute, and pass the fuck out.

-          He would have forgotten all about the kiss when he wakes up the next day because he was so drunk, but when you start acting all blushy and shy he checks the cameras in the garage and sees what he did.

-          Rick isn’t one for words, so he would just start showing that it wasn’t just a drunk action. He would keep making you things, but this time he would be more personal about it. Maybe he would even gift you stuff of his, like a flesh curtains shirt or he would take you out on “adventures” that are pretty much just dates.

-          When the two of you finally confess and get together the flirting gets cranked up a thousand times more, the two of you are all over each other and over the top. Using the dumbest petnames and always kissing, well its mainly you kissing Rick all over his face and hands.

-          Summer starts fake gagging when it happens, and its probably led to some Smith family arguments because Rick and you are so annoying sometimes with your flirting.

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[ramcharantitties]

Rasiya

S/n: just a lil smut :)

Rrr! Ram x fem! Reader

Part 2

"YOU STO-" "shhh" "you stole this?" Jenny stared at you with a smug smile, and nodded quickly. Jenny, with her friend, recently visited a woman deep in the forest, said to heal people spiritually. Her friend believed in such superstitions, and Jenny just tagged along. There, her eyes caught sight of a small vile, which the woman introduced as an aphrodisiac- a potion made of everything that may make a person lost in their sexual needs. Jenny knew exactly whom to give this to.

Jenny spoke up, as you investigated the tiny bottle, "Just add this in a glass of milk, it will be fine. For the worst, nothing will happen, and for the best" you looked back at her, and both erupted in a fit of laughter. "I hope I don't regret this" you muttered, when a clang of metal, familiar as the latch of the door was heard outside. You placed the bottle behind the steel containers in the shelf, following Jenny out. Your husband has finally come home.

"Jennifer, great to see you" Ram greeted her, and they mingled in a conversation for a while. Realizing the time, she bid goodbye to both of you, smiling mischievously.

Ram changed from his uniform and freshened up, settling with a book on bed. "Do you want some milk?" Ram peered at you, leaning on the door frame. He nodded, quickly going back to reading. It wasn't like you weren't getting any action, but you always felt that Ram held back so he does not hurt you. Maybe this will help in some way? You emptied the liquid in the warm glass, mixing it thoroughly. You sipped a spoonful, just to ensure if you could taste something different. Nothing. Making your way to the shared room, you couldn't help but giggle on the inside.

Ruffling his mop of hair, you placed the glass beside him, earning a side eye from him. "I am gonna take a bath" you informed, disappearing behind the door, eyeing Ram picking up the glass.

It wasn't even ten minutes later, but you couldn't help but rub your bare legs, the anklets chiming by the movement. If a spoonful was making you feel like this, how is Ram so silent outside? You adjusted your blouse and tied the knots of your skirt, your saree waiting on the bed.

For some reason, Ram couldn't concentrate anymore on the words in front of him. His mind wandered off to your scent, your supple skin and bright eyes. It wasn't strange, but this felt ignited and induced. Ram felt his heart speed up, just thinking about you. He gulped, feeling the strain near his thigh. This, was strange. Yes, you have made him feel aroused many times, but usually you did something that attracted him to you. Right now he only drank the glass of milk- was there something in it?

The wooden noise of the bathroom door alerted Ram you were making over to the bedroom. Ram heard the anklets and saw you come in the room, your wet hair open, just in blouse and skirt. He couldn't help but stare. When the gods made you, they spent days to perfection.

You kept your feet on the dressing table, rubbing the scented oil on your shins, switching legs. Later, you moved up, rubbing the oil on your back and neck. Ram shut his book close, keeping it beside the empty, foggy white glass. He made his way to the windows and closed the gates, pulling the curtain over them. You stared at him from the mirror, nervous. When he shut the door, Ram made sure to make eye contact with you in the mirror. The room had slanted rays of setting sun highlighting the floor and some of the books, except that, it was pretty much brown and dark.

Ram slowly walked towards you. You turned around to face him, and backed on the dressing table as you felt him coming close. Only mere centimeters away, Ram leaned in, placing a hand on the mirror behind you. You couldn't find the Ram in his eyes you usually do. There was something far more fiercer, penetrating his gaze. It didn't look like the shy Ram who hugged you and kissed your neck and asked you if you wanted to make love tonight. These eyes looked like as if they would hunt you down and devour you.

"What did you add in the milk?" Ram could tell by your expression you were caught. "Nothing" you muttered, just above your breath. Ram's hand caught your wrist, holding it behind your body. He paid no attention to your scrunched eyebrows. "Are you going to lie to me?" He rasped in your ear, making you shudder. Your mind went in a frenzy, and settled on doing something he might not like. You pushed past him, hurrying to the door, when Ram caught your wrist, pulling you in his chest hard. He then slammed you on the wall, eliciting a yelp from you. He held your hands tightly above you in a strong grip.

"Do you want me to repeat myself?" His voice dropped octaves, sending a shiver down your spine. "A- aphrodisiac" you could see his gears turning physically, from confusion to realisation, to a smirk on his face- revenge? Ram's hand moved to the back of your head, grasping your hair. You gasped, holding his wrist. It sting. Ram sat you down on the bed, loosing his grip. "You don't get enough of what I give?" Ram's question looked more like a threat. Scared, you nodded, only to be pushed back on the bed with a sudden force on your shoulder. You sat up on your elbows, feeling naked all of a sudden. "If that's so, then why would you add a whole vile of that potion in my milk?" That was the last thing you expected to see- Ram holding the small bottle in his fingers. Your eyes widened on their own.

The look of a hunter was prominent on his face as he crawled up on you. He looked like a desperate lion in heat. As if you would succeed, you tried to get back away from him, realising you were caught between the headboard and Ram himself. There was an attempt to run away, but Ram grabbed your thighs and pulled you close to him, holding himself on top of you. The only coldness he had in his body was the Om locket that touched your chin. "If you keep running away, I'll have to tie you. Do you want me to do that, Mrs. Ramaraju?" you felt your breath leaving your body when he rasped the words in your ear. The title from his lips felt like you were floating in the wind. You've started to like the choice you've made.

Ram stared at your nervous face, but the only thing his mind would settle on were your lips. The pink, plump lips he so wanted around his cock. He leaned down to capture your lips in his, pushing his tongue out. Not sure if it was the potion or you, Ram felt that he was dizzy. The only thing that made sense to him was the kiss, the feeling of your lips on his, the rubbing of his facial hair and your occasional mewls. You felt Ram's hand trail down your body, from your naval, to your waist, making his way in the fold of your skirt. You felt his warm hands on your thighs, parting them away.

He didn't want to let go, the sweet taste of your tongue, but the lack of breath pulled him away. Your red lips didn't make anything better for him. You moaned when you felt his fingers on your clothed cunt, massaging it. His hand moved inside, when you felt a cold metal on your clit. You looked at him surprised, only to see him smirk. You realised the bottle of potion was missing. You didn't know what he was doing, but you could feel a wet substance, except you, being spread on your lips. Ram's fingers massaging sends waves down your body, making you moan. His fingers moved down to your aching hole, only to feel the base of the bottle on your entrance. You couldn't help but close your eyes, feeling the now warm bottle enter you. Ram saw your face contort in pleasure, moans escaping endlessly. He was right to close the doors. The bottle was just half a finger long, not giving you enough. You opened your eyes to see him staring at you, your every expression. He heard your plea, your hold on his arm knowing you wanted more but he wasn't willing to fulfill your needs.

Ram pulled his hand out, throwing the bottle somewhere on the bed. You saw his glistening fingers, and your legs shut on their own. Ram crawled off you, and you followed his movements, sitting on the bed. "Whatever you've done to me" he put his hand around your throat, standing you up. "You're going to pay for it."

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Part 1 Done! Part 2 is wip <3

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[mesimpleone]

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[lotus-n-l0ve]

𝐇𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞? 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭? 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞?

— Ram (RRR) x Female Reader

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : Your husband doesn't love you or does he? (I suck at writing synopsis 🥲)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : Simp Ram, drunk Ram, make out in the end, kissing, neck kisses, 2.3k words.

ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ : I know the title doesn't match the fic that much but I can't think of anything. I originally never planned on writing anything about Ram but this one is for @afortoru . I'm soooooooo sorry mamma for the long wait. Hope you like it. Enjoy ♡

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐑𝐑𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

'I've fixed your marriage with Alluri Sitarama Raju, a junior of mine. The marriage will take place after a month. I hope you have no problem with it."

Those were the words your father told about a month ago and in an blink of an eye you were now married to a man who you have never seen before, talked to or heard of before. You had dreams, marrying someone who would love you dearly. After all Shri Hari would never choose the wrong person for you.

But Ram? He was not one of those husbands who ordered their wife around, use them for their own pleasure and even beat their wives. But the problem is he is too distant. In the past week of marriage with him, you barely saw him home. Always leaving before you wake up and coming home after you had gone to sleep. You felt like you were living alone.

You sighed as teared your eyes from the book on your lap and looked at the clock. It was already past midnight and Ram still wasn't home but today you will not sleep till he comes back home. You were determined to talk about his distance and hopefully come to a middle ground.

The clock hit one as a chain of fading sound unstable footsteps became clear. It was coming from the front door and your suspension was proven right when a thud sound, like something heavy hitting the door, came from the front door.

You got up from the the couch and walked up to the door, leaving your book resting on the low table. You unlocked the opened it only enough to peek outside. A uncontrollable gasp left you when you saw Ram, your husband, leaning his body on a pillar of the porch. His hand clutching his head and his body on the verge on fainting.

"Ram?" You swung the door open and rushed to help him lean on you.

Wrapping an arm around his waist you stumbled to living room and made him lie on the couch, wondering to yourself what on earth happened to him. Ram lied on there groaning in pain.

You quickly gathered a bowl of water, cleath clothes and the first-aid kit and yourself sat on the couch by his waist. You stared at him, in concern and in hasistation. Concern because there were small bruises, cuts and even little splatter of blood all over his body and clothes. And Hasistate because to mend his would you would have to take of his shirt and that felt too intimate.

Ahhh. Whatever! I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm just trying to help him and he is my husband not other man.

You thought to yourself before your trembling hand reached out to the top button of his uniform. Just as your were about to open it a hand shot out to stop yours, making you startled back.

"What do you think you are doing?" He murmured as his honey eyes stared at your, unsteady and barely kept open, "Do you know that I'm a married man?"

Is he drunk?

"Well Mr. Ram I have to take your shirt to mend your wounds." You say sarcastically, hoping that he would let you do so without any more trouble.

"Wounds?" He asked and you nodded back. He stared you for a few minutes before releasing your hand, "Okay. Only for that okay? Don't try anything funny. I can fight."

You mumble a quiet 'okay' and undo his shirt. Just as you had assumed there were tiny scratches all over his torso. You dipped the clean cloth in the water and began to clean him up, starting from his face.

"Do you know how pretty my wife is?" Ram said, breaking the silence in the room. You fought to keep your cheeks from heating up. He definitely is drunk.

"How beautiful?" You whispered, sound refusing to come out.

"How beautiful?" He smiled like a idiot, eyes averting to the ceiling, "She is like Goddess Lakshmi on earth. Her eyes, face, hair is like jewels and laugh is like Goddess Saraswati's vina's melody. The food she cooks is like Amrit."

If you were not blushing before, you surely are now. So he did eat the food you always left on table for him. You could have even imagined that Ram thinks of you like that. A greedy hope bubbled up in your heart.

"You are saying all that but you toh never even look her way." You say as you drop the now dirty cloth in the bowl and pick up the ointment tube. You wanted to know he actually felt about you. If he did like you then why was he so distant.

Ram released a tired sigh at your words, "Trust me when I say I don't like this either. Her father is F/N L/N, a trustee of the British. He suddenly married her of to a lowly Indian like me who is fighting for his people and that's suspicious. I don't know if I can trust her or not. If she finds out........."

Ram trailed off, not finishing the sentence. Your face frowned in confusion. What was he talking about?

"What are you talking about?"

Ram looked at you, feeling sceptical. Should he tell this stranger about that? Well she was taking care of him, so she definitely doesn't mean harm. Ram beckoned you to lean closer and you did.

"I............ I.......... I—" Ram starts but before he could say anything he was already knocked out dead. You sigh in frustration. Today you had a chance to get to know him and seems like not even Hari is on you side.

You applied ointment on the last visible would and put the tube back in the box. You bandaged up where needed and collected the dirty things to wash them. As you picked up the discarded shirt, a piece of paper fell of from it's pocket. You lift the paper and read the content written on it.

It was a letter from some Vasu. It asked about the plan where Ram was supposed to steal information of British's arm force and pass it to him and how much people back home miss him. So this is what Ram was talking about. He's not working for British Raj but against them.

You looked at now sound asleep Ram thinking to yourself — "Dumbo, If you had any doubts, you could have just asked me."

Chuckling to yourself, you kept the letter safe in a drawer and started cleaning the dirty clothes. Whatever has happened you could not let Ram get in trouble. The night passed with Ram being unaware of the rest of the world and you not being able to sleep because now that you knew his dilemma, you would do anything to work this marriage out.

The next morning clock hit 9 in the morning as the beautiful singing of birds woke Ram up. He blinked his eyes to cleanr out the fogginess as the ceiling of his living room came in his view. Confused Ram sat up on the couch before all the events of previous night hit him all at once.

His eyes widened as he remembered his father in law inviting him to drink with him and some of his friends. Ram had a few glasses before disappearing in the building. He was going to steal the arm force information and he was so close but someone walked in on him. Sadly Ram had to run away with any useful clue. Ram remembers how while climbing over a wall he fell and got injured after that he doesn't remember anything.

A pounding ache in his head brought Ram to present. Clutching his head Ram looked down at his shirtless, mended self. Panick filled his mind as he stumbled to find his shirt, he can't let anyone find the letter, specially not you. He looked under the pillows, the table.

As he leaned down to see under couch, you voice called back, "Looking for this?"

His back visibility tensed as he snapped his head towards you to see you leaning against the railing at the bottom of the stairs, holding out the letter for him to see. Ram's expression morphed into a 'oh no'. He looked like a deer in headlights. You fake coughed to hide the laugh threatening to break out.

"Y-Y/N? Where di-did you get that from?" Ram stuttered, heartbeat going on with the speed of a jet.

"O this?" You feigned a innocent look, "This fell out of your shirt when I took it to wash."

"Did you read a-anything?"

"Every single word."

"Y/N give it back to me." Ram stretched out his head to you.

"Here, take it." Relief washed over Ram as he was about to take the letter, you quickly swapped it out of his reach, "But I don't want to."

"Y/N, stop playing. That letter is really important."

"You want it?" Ram eagerly nodded at your words. "Then come and take it."

You said before sprinting up the stairs. Ram shouted at you to stop but when you didn't he ran after you. You could his footsteps coming closer and closer. A laugh erupted from your heart, you don't remember feeling this happy for god knows how long.

You threw open the door of the room at the very back, your be— no, both of your bedroom.

"Where will you go now?"

You turned to see Ram leaning both his hand on either side of the door, panting like crazy. Ram looked at you like predator looking at a prey a he marched towards you. Now your heart beating like a drum that feared he would be able to hear it from there. You took one step back with advancing ones.

Before you know, the back of your leg hit the bed and you were falling back on it, pulling Ram down in the process. He fell right on top of you, his hand resting by your sides to not crush you. Yout eyes locked. His chest was pressed against your heaving ones.

"Ram." You wishper his name. As he hummed, lost in the moment, you continued, "Do you not like me?"

This snapped Ram out of the dazed state, "W-Where di-d that came from? W-what? Wai-wait."

As he tried to get off of you, you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck pulling back to you, "We are not moving till I have all the answers to my questions. So, Do you not like mea?"

"No." His answer was short and shallow.

"Then why do threat me like I'm invisible to you? I'm your wife Ram but I barely get to even see you."

"Y/N, it's not like that." Ram stared at you, debating with himself if he should tell you or not. At last Ram sighed, "Promise me you will keep this a secret."

"I promise."

With your promising words Ram explained to you everything. Who he actually was, his reason to work under British government and why he was so hasitente with you.

"Can't believe I made you believe that don't like you." Ram almost whined.

"Who said that?"

"What do you mean?" He frowned in confusion.

"Well My dear Patidev, Yesterday night you said some things that proved that you anything but not like me."

"What did I say?" His expression morphed into a horrified one.

"Is that really important right now?" You pulled him closer to you.

He was so close to you that you could feel his heartbeat. Only fabric of your saree and blouse separating you two. His warm exhale brushing over your face. His one arm rested on the bed while the other one traveled to cup your face.

Ram leaned in slowly before capturing your lips in his own. All the desperation of the past week pouring into that kiss. His hand left your face and glided down before resting on your bare waist as yours locked in his hair.

If not for the need of breathing Ram would have liked to kiss you all day and night long. Breaking the kiss he drifted down your neck, placing trails of wet kisses and marking it red and purple. You turned your head to the side, giving him more space to mark his territory.

That day you finally closed the distance between you two, your souls and your hearts.

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[afortoru]

𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖

Pairing: Ram x wife!reader

Summary: you always try to remain calm during those days but your husband knows how to pamper you even if you don't show it, but you're not complaining too.

Genre: fluff, periods comfort

Warnings: periods, cramps, slight cursing cause of the pain

Word count: 2.8 k

Notes: this is my first fic and yes I'm so embarassed, it's not proofread so pls pls pls bare with me. Just in the afternoon I was suffering with cramps so i decided to write this and guess what I suffered more...almost had a crisis wondering would i actually finish it today. If you're reading, i lobe you soo much *mwah*.

You felt something uneasy in your sleep as you shuffle in your bed trying to go back to sleep, since you knew it's still too early for you to wake up. No matter what you did, nothing worked atlast waking you up.

You opened your eyes to see the time on the clock hanging right infront of your bed, it was little bit dark you couldn't see exactly what time is it but through your blurry vision you make our that it's 4am.

Sighing you decided to go to the bathroom to check if it's really what you think it is. Before moving out of the bed you eyes drifted towards your husband's sleeping body, oh how peacefully he was sleeping. You didn't even want to turn the lights on now since you know he's already a light sleeper. Ram's tranquilly sleeping,lost in his dream world made you smile a bit forgetting that how annoyed you were that you couldn't sleep anymore now.

Not wanting to disturb your dear husband you made your way towards the bathroom as you pull back your pallu over your shoulders. It was a bit chilly but still a sweet cold sensation was touching your skin, i could've enjoyed this only if i didn't wanted to sleep a bit more, you thought to yourself.

Pushing the bathroom door open you stepped inside, tugged your saree up in your skirt as you closed the door.

"Aah shit, here we go again…why god?", you knew your prayers won't help stop your periods and those nasty cramps. Sighing and mentally preparing yourself for the upcoming 5 days suffering plus doing the household work, it's gonna be one hell of a bloody ride.

You have always tried to stay calm trying to busy yourself with the household work during period. Not wanting to bother anyone but your husband, Ram, he had always told you to rest as he would always try to help you cope with the pain.

You came back to your room. Your were glad to see him still sleeping as you made your way towards the wardrobe to get your pads. It took you another 30 minutes since you also decided to get showered too. 

Now you're standing in front of the mirror getting ready for the day with your wet hair still tied in your red cotton towel, knowing oh so well you gotta survive the nasty cramps still wanting to keep a straight and calm expression.

Normally you could have gone to your Pooja room by now but you can't today so you decided to wake Ram up a bit early so he could do the pooja today but there's still time left for him to wake up so you decided to first to prepare the breakfast.

Entering the kitchen, you started preparing the ingredients.

"Ahh..mmm…fuck this hurts so bad" you shrieked in pain while doing your work. " Oh lord, just a little less pain would help, please….mmm….ufff damn cmon" you sighed as you felt the pain getting a bit less as you continued your work.

It's already 6 am, i should wake him up,you thought to yourself as you made your way towards your the bedroom only to find the bed empty and your husband is nowhere to found. Did he already woke up… you walked towards the bathroom, the lights were on inside and there was a sound of running water. This was enough to let you know he was already awake. 

"You woke up early today?" he said making his way towards you while rubbing his wet hair with a towel. 

You just nod while sitting sitting on the wooden sofa in the drawing room.

"Why, what happened is there something today?" he asks sitting beside you as you shifted away from him leaving him astonished. "Hey what happen-", "I need your favour" you stated cutting him off mid sentence. 

"Will you please to the pooja today?" you asked as he regain his normal expression. "Sure I will, but are you ok, is there anything you wan-", "first do the pooja, you know you can't touch me before the pooja".

He just nodded. Ram was quick to tell that you're on your periods and there's no good for him asking you more questions now. 

As he left to the pooja room, you made your way towards the kitchen to make the tea for the both of you. Your and his taste in tea were coincidentally the same. You liked it with more milk and sugar and Ram seemed like a person who would like a strong tea but he was more towards the way you had your too. Your were truly shocked to know he also likes his tea with more milk and sugar in your early marriage, maybe a little dash of malai (cream). 

You tried to divert your mind but the cramps were hella stubborn. "Aahh..uh shit" you hold on to the kitchen counter as you pressed your lips onto each other to minimise the pain but it didn't help.

"Hey, are you ok?" you felt your husband's hand on your waist on the side which wasn't covered with your saree. You shook your head to no.

"A-are you d-done with p-", he knew what were you about to ask just as he carried you bridal style and start making his way towards the hall. "W-what are you doing? put me down, the tea!" you stated as you now you clutched you hands on his shirt.

"Taking care of my wife and the tea, I'll bring it so you just lay down and let me take care of you", he put you down on the wooden sofa placed in the centre of the hall. He made you lie flat on your face, facing the sofa. 

You felt his hands on your back, massaging smoothly. "Feels good, dear wife?", you hummed as a reply. He knew exactly what makes you feels relaxed at times like this. 

You felt his hands in you your feet as you looked back, "n-not my feet, hey it's fine you don't have to massage under my feet honey" you said showing an expression of uncomfortableness but little did you know he won't listen since he's determined to take care of his wife before leaving for his work. He knew that rubbing under your feet makes you feel good during periods. 

"Don't worry my sweetheart, I know it feels good, isn't it? Plus if you're worrying about me touching your feet than don't cause you're my better half and i don't have any problem doing it" he stated calmly with a smile over his face as his eyes meet with yours telling you to just relax and let him do it.

"The tea, it must be cold by now" you stated as you suddenly remember that you left it in the kitchen since Ram said that he'll bring it later.

"Don't worry, I'll reheat it but first you tell me are you feeling ok now, I'll do massage you more if you want" he asked showing concerned to you.

"I'm fine now, you can you bring the tea now" you affirmed as he nodded and stood up to walk towards the kitchen.

5 minutes later he showed up from the kitchen not just the tea but with the breakfast."Oh god i totally forgot to serve you breakfast,maati maari gai hai meri aaj" you spoke as you palmed your forehead."Hey it's alright, i wasn't hungry anyways and how can I think about food when my has no appetite, huh bec-", "because I'm your other half, i get it Pati dev, now let's just eat cause i don't know about you but I'm hungry" you completed his sentence. 

He chuckled. After few minutes later you realised that it's time for him to leave for the police station. You stood up to take the utensils in the kitchen but then he stopped you and pulled you onto his lap.

"W-what are you doing again, you know you'll get late if-" your stopped talking as you feel him nuzzle his face inti your neck from behind. 

"Don't worry wifey, i won't get late" he stated as you could feel his hot breath on you neck, with this you decided to let this moment sink the both of you. Afterall you also needed him even if you don't show it always. 

Few minutes together before you have to push him away to get ready to leave for work.

"I wish I could stay longer with you but please take care of yourself and you call call me on the office phone if you need anything, ok ?" he stated before giving you a kiss on your forehead.

"Sure my dear husband, I will call you and only you if I need anything" you affirmed him with a gentle smile, "also Pati dev, thankyou so much for the massage, try to come early tonight. I'll miss you" with your statement Ram chuckled a bit. "Ofcourse I will, how can I not accept my beautiful wife's order as an obedient police officer" he assured you before leaving for the police station.

You were smiling at his little joke as you waved him goodbye. 

Entering the house again you checked it's 7 am, so there's another 15 hours for him to return at around 10 pm in the evening and you already miss him.

You sighed as you made your way inside the bedroom, there wasn't much work to do so you decided to take a nap.

Normally you'd cook lunch for him and send it through an office boy or sometimes you'll pay him a visit with the lunch but today Ram banned you to do anything as he said that he'll have the lunch from the police canteen. 

With so many random thoughts about your husband and your future, you never knew when did you fell in a deep slumber. Maybe it's because you wake up early everyday and still have enough strength to stay awake all day but today your body needed rest as it doesn't seem to wake up anytime soon.

You wake up with a loud knock on your main door as you try to make out how much time has passed since you have been sleeping.

"Oh my god! It's almost 5 pm!" your eyes widened realising you have been sleeping for that long. You made your way towards the door hearing the banging."Whoever it is, they are one hella of an impatient person" ,you mumbled to yourself. "Aai baba, darwaja hi tor doge kya" you opened the door to see your favourite brother also Ram's best friend, Bheem.

"Bheem bhaiya! it's you, please come in, kaise aana hua" you scanned his expressions as he looked worried.

"Behen where were you i have been knocking for so long, you got me worried" he stated in concern. 

"Oh my, I'm sorry bhaiya i slept maybe that's why I couldn't-" you were cut off as Bheem placed his hand on your forehead to check your temperature,"behen are you sick, should i take you to the near hospital" he cuts you off, concern over his speech and all over face for you.

"I'm fine bhaiya, no need for going anywhere please come in" you requested."Are you sure you're fine and you have no fever?" he asked in concern. "Haa bhaiya, I'm fine now please come in!" he's been just standing outside the doorstep even you keep requesting him to come in.

"No behna, i can't come in actually Ram bhaiya sent these mogre ka gajra for you. I'm here to just give it to you, that's all" he stated as he handed you a black polythene with the gajra inside. Your eyes widened in surprise "he send this f- for me?" , Bheem nodded with a big smile as a reply. "T- tell him I'm very thankful and i loved it but he should come home early if he wants to see me wear this", bheem chuckled "sure I'll tell bhaiya to come home early to you my little sister". 

He left as he patted your head and waved you a goodbye.

You were about to close the door as you see Bheem running towards your house, "BEHNA! listen i forgot something to tell you!" 

"Oh my god calm down bhaiya, what is it?" you asked 

"Ram bhaiya said you don't have to cook dinner and that he'll bring something tonight for you"

"Oh ok, bhaiya. Is there anything else bhaiya?" you said trying to look calm but internally you were blushing thinking about your husband's way to take care of you.Bheem shook his head as he finally left.

You had a light snack around 7 pm since your weren't hungry. Periods always makes sure to ruin your appetite whether it gives you cramps or not.

You took a shower in the evening and got fresh. Standing right infront of the mirror to get ready you took out the gajra out of the black polythene. It smelled beautiful, just like your Ram, so sweet that you always wanna keep him with you and always be with him wherever he goes. 

You put on the gajra on your hair and tucked it properly using some clips to secure it in your bun.

You were busy folding some clothes as you heard a knock on you door. Walking out of your room, you checked the time.

It's only 9 pm now, it must be someone else, you thought to yourself thinking it's not your husband. 

As you opened the door your eyes widened in amusement seeing Ram standing in front of you. He was holding one big black polythene and one small one. You were so happy to see him come early for you that you almost jumped to hug him but his firm arms were quick to hold you in his embrace.

Ram smiled as he kissed your forehead, still hugging you."How are you doing, are the cramps hurting alot?" he asked but you ignored his question as you said, "I missed you, thanks for the gajra though, they are beautiful!".

Ram already noticed the gajra on your bun, " not as beautiful as you, my love" he said as he patted your head, making you blush in his broad shoulders.

"Should we go in now, i know you're hungry look I bought all your favourites for dinner" he spoke looking at you.

You two walked in and Ram plated the dinner after he got fresh asking you to just sit and let him serve you. You keep telling him that he can atleast let you serve it but no he won't budge. 

After eating you pleaded him to atleast let you do the dishes. So you two did it together, still better than him doing all this by himself. You knew his job was very tiring both physically and mentally. You always try to give him with maximum rest when he's home, most of the nights as he lays his head on your lap telling you about his day is something both of you loved to do.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him to join you in the bed as Ram entered in the a room with a bowl and spoon in his hands.

"Gulab jamun for my sweet gulab jamun, my dear wife!" he exclaimed making you smile at the sight of your favourite dessert. You looked at him so in love that you couldn't explain, you really wanted to kiss him all over his face so you did. As he sat beside you on the bed, you set the bowl aside as pulled him in a soft kiss. Now it was his turn to be surprised. He was amazed with a sudden shower of love from his wife, he didn't thought much before he held you close and kissed you back pressing his lips over yours, you both closed your eyes and the feeling you two were sharing was the most valuable thing you could ever ask for. 

You pulled back as you rest your head on his shoulders and you both started laughing softly, his hands still holding you close to himself. 

"So was it the Gulab jamun, cause if you kiss me like this I won't hesitate to bring it for you everyday", you chuckled at his words hitting him slightly. "No dumbo, it's you, it's cause I love…and also the gulab jamun" you joked making him chuckle.

He fed you the gulab jamun as you both finished eating it and settle on the bed to finally dooze off in each others arm.

You know he'll always fight everything that would ever try to hurt you and if it's something like periods, he'll do the most corniest things to make you feel good afterall a little bit of cringe is ok when two souls are so in love with each other.

Tagging my babies: @lotus-n-l0ve @vijayasena

This is the first fic i posted yall, I'm emotional sobs

#ram x reader #rrr ram x reader #ram x wife!reader #ram fic #ram fluff #desiblr #period comfort

[vijayasena]

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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#rrr fics #ram x female oc #ram x oc #ram rrr #rambheem #rrr ram x reader #ramx wife reader #ram charan #jr ntr #tollywood #ram x reader #rrr ram

[krishakamal]

𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞, 𝐖𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞

— Ram x Female Reader

SYNOPSIS : In the grief of losing a position, Ram losses the most important person in his life .

WARNINGS : Angry!Ram, break up, angst, 0.9k words.

KAMAL'S NOTE : Hey guys, another fic here. This one was requested by @meenammaisslay in my other account. Hope you like it baby (I'm so bad with angst 🥲)

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐑𝐑𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The clay vase collided with the wall, shattering into millions of pieces. Ram grabbed his forehead in his hand and fell down on his knees on the ground. This was not supposed to happen. No no no. Where did things go wrong?

He worked his damn life off to become a special officer. He stayed separated from his people, worked for those British basterds, obayed them like a dog just to become the special officer and help his people but everything went down in vain. Instead of him, someone else was appointed to the position.

Ram felt lost. What will he do now? He had no idea. Unaware of his misery, you were hopping towards his house, humming and singing. A permanent smile stuck on your face. Today he was going to be appointed as the special officer and you were sure of it.

As his house came into the view, you fastened your speed. Walking up to the front door, knocked on the wooden door and frowned when you got no answer.

"Ram? Are you in there?" You yelled but still got no answer from inside.

Strange. He was supposed to be home by now. Was he late for work or something? Maybe you should come later. But just as you turned to leave, a sound of something shattering came from inside, followed by a scream you knew so well. Before you knew it, you were pushing the door and entering without permission.

The scene in front of you filled you with dread. Nothing was in its place. Things lying here and there, broken pieces of vase spreaded all over and in the middle of all this Ram sitting on the floor, his head bent down, defeated.

You could not control the gasp that left you, "Ram, what on earth happened here?"

You exclaimed as you made your way through the mess. You crouch down in front of him and shake his shoulders, "Ram, are you okay?"

Ram remained silent but he jerked your hands off of him. You awkwardly drew your hands back. Even though you were hurt, you didn't show it. Now was not the time. Ram silently got up and started walking up the stairs.

You followed behind him, "Ram, what happened? Come on, if you tell me then maybe I can help. Crying and hurting yourself isn't going to fix anything. Ram, just tell m—"

"WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP!" Ram grabbed your both arms and brought you in front of him.

You flinched at his loud voice. He had never shouted at you before. You knew Ram would never hurt you but his bloody red eyes were scaring you. You breathed heavily and tried not to panic.

"R-Ram, c…c-calm down please." You plead. Eyes prickling with tears, threatening to fall down.

"CALM DOWN? YOU WANT CALM DOWN? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT HAS HAPPENED? ALL MY HARD WORK WENT TO VAIN. I COULDN'T BECOME THE SPECIAL OFFICER!!"

Ram shook you aggressively before releasing you harshly, "Oh! How will you even understand that?"

You cupped his face, "Ram it's okay. W-We can find some other way o-or opportunity."

Ram pushed you back again, "Don't act like you understand me." Ram fisted his hair, "I-I don't understand. I did everything they told me to but they still didn't choose me. Do they, do they know about my plan? Did someone tell them? B-but who would—"

Ram suddenly stopped and looked at you, observing you. Your heart sped up. You didn't like the look in his eyes, full of doubt, anger and betrayal.

Ram started marching towards you and backed away with each step, "Did you tell them? Huh? Did you tell them about my plan? You did right? What did they offer you? Money, is it?"

Ram grabbed your arms again, making you yelp in pain, "Y-You are…. hurting m-me."

"And you know how much you have hurt me? Tell me, did they offer you money? Or was it something else? Did you fall in love with a Britisher behind my back and slep—"

"I didn't do anything." You couldn't help but raise your voice, "Leave me. Fucking leave me, Ram."

You forced your way out of his clutch. Your hurt was hurting. You knew how important it was for Ram but he had no right to talk like that about you.

"You probably did something stupid and now you are facing the consequences."

"STOP SPOUTING NONSENSE!"

Ram raised his hand to hit you. You instantly closed your eyes, waiting for the pain but nothing came. You opened your eyes hesitantly and saw the arm still in the air. Now you couldn't stop the tears streaming down your cheeks.

Your lips trembled as you choked out the words, "R-Ram, you really were g-gonna—"

Words got stuck in your throat. Before you were sure that it didn't matter how angry he was, he would never hurt you. But now, you could not even recognise the man standing in front of you.

Your Ram would hit you, or shout at you, neither would he ever question your character.

His eyes widened when finally realised what he was going to do, "Y-Y/N, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry baby. I d-didn't mean to."

Ram tried to hug but you backed away, scared. Something broke in his heart.

"I'm really sorry baby." Ram whispered.

"Don't." You gulped down the sobbs that wanted to come out, "Don't call me that. I'll call Babai. Sober up and fix yourself. Maybe then we'll talk."

Maybe, not then. Ram knew he had messed up big time. He didn't try to stop you as you hurried out of the house, finally letting those sobbs out. You walk out of the house and probably his life without any intention of ever coming back.

The couple rings dug in your palm as you clutched them tightly in your fist. Maybe we just weren't meant to be.

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[sada-siva-sanyaasi]

ram was a lot of things, but maybe what no one realised he was, was that he was shy. ram was extremely shy, especially around women. it wasn't just the respect and dignity inside him, they also made him very nervous.

because ram regarded them as unbelievably powerful, and the power and position women held in ram's eyes made him very shy around them.

especially more so around his new wife.

you thought that your husband was just being mindful and respectful to your boundaries, you didn't realise being in your presence just made him that way. he got incredibly nervous around you, he didn't even understand how it was possible.

but that doesn't mean ram wouldn't take his time out to talk to you; he did. although the conversations were very short owing to his shyness and your new relationship, he always looked forward to them the most.

since he was a shy man, a lot of his acts towards you were very private, some of them even you didn't know about. you started getting the hang of it though, and you smile to yourself every time you recognise any efforts of his.

he wakes up before you- to train the other warriors for freedom. when he does, he spends the first few minutes of his day admiring your sleeping form, pushing your locks out of your face softly as a smile dances on his lips. he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and covers you better with the blanket, caressing your cheek before he leaves.

he puts out a saree that he thinks would look good on you for the day, sometimes also selecting the bangles and accessories to along with it. ram doesn't expect you to wear them, but you can't bring yourself to wear anything else. his face glows just a little more when he sees you in that saree.

he likes to buy all the necessary groceries before you even tell him you've run out; you never had to ask at all. it makes you smile whenever you look at all the groceries: he just knows.

ram also tends to watch you a lot when you're getting ready if he's miraculously at home that day. he walks by you getting ready and stops, his eyes trailing over you as you apply your bindi and kajal, combing through your hair.

it took him some long time before he allowed himself to actually come inside and admire you, making you smile wider.

his nervousness around you slowly started to go down, but the underlying respect and adoration for you never changed, his eyes still looking at your feet first before they lift up to your face. even after the entire world knew you belong to him. the dignity this man possesses overwhelms you a lot of times, but you love him for it

his soft eyes shining with love and respect always look for your comfort and ease first, before he speaks. it stayed that way for the first two years of your marriage, before he allowed himself to see you more intimately.

and you didn't mind waiting, not one bit. not when your husband was ram.

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[a/n- @thewinchestergirl1208 asked, and if I don't deliver what am I? I hope it's alright- it was tough writing in a family gathering. I love you madhu <33]

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Bheem: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it?

Y/n: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?”

Ram, scoffing: Oh, please.

Y/n, to Ram: Hey, how you doin’?

Ram:

Ram: *giggles and blushes*

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11. Kaali Kaali raaton se hone lagi h dosti.

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Akhtar looked on as Ram dug through his clothes in the cupboard. Folding his legs, he sat on the bed. "You don't have to."

"Shut up."

He sighed drumming his fingers on the wooden frame. He looked at the pool of perfectly clean and ironed shirts and pants around his feet.

"You better clean this up before Y/n sees it."

Sighing again, he leaned on his hand. Ram hummed distracted. This idiot is going to be in so much trouble.

"Ahaa!"

He blinked and turned his head just in time to get smacked by an undershirt in his face. "That could fit you."

Bheem looked at the white fabric in his hand. The first time Ram tried to dress him up was cute, second was fine, third was tolerable but now it was getting too much.

He didn't need to dress up and impress Jenny, outward appearances didn't matter to her. Ram was just an annoying bug who took this weird habit very seriously.

"I have this."

Bheem threw the undershirt back at Ram's head.

"Oh."

He smacked his head, Ram was now digging through another column. As cute as Ram's concern about his love life was, Bheem wasn't ready to be scolded Y/n.

All this mess was going to get Ram in trouble, he just knew it. Y/n would give him the worst stink eye while handing all these shirts and pants to be ironed again.

The saying 'gehu k saath ghun bhi pista' was haunting bheem. He was so going to be the ghun. He was going to be crushed along with the wheat like a bug.

"Bhai-"

He started, "you don't have to." It appeared his words fell on deaf ears. Ram neither turned nor hummed.

Before Bheem could think about how lucky he was, he heard faint sounds of payal. He flailed his arms from the bed to signal as if Ram's eyes were at the back of his head.

"Ye sb kya h?!"

Bheem scrambled to his feet and went to stand behind Y/n, "I didn't do anything."

"I can see."

He sighed quietly, in relief. Ram's frame was blocked by the cupboard. Bheem looked at the still shadow and barked a laugh, instantly forcing a cough to cover up.

"Ram?"

He quickly covered his face with a hand, he didn't know Ram was capable of squeaks.  I told you to clean up.

Y/n looked at the floor, covered in all the clean and crumpled shirts and pants. "I- Why did you throw the ties? The ties, Ram? You couldn't slide them?"

She bent down to pick up the blue tie.

"Bhabhi, I promised I'd meet Jenny."

She hid a smile, they were really cute together. "Ha, have fun."

Finally Ram shut the doors and looked at her. In purple saree and few wayward strands framing her face, he couldn't make out the meaning of her relaxed expressions.

Her forehead was void of lines and eyebrows were in their natural arch, why on earth she had the tiniest smile on her lips. Where did she learn to keep her eyes empty? And when?

"..y/n?" He hopped over the pile he had created, skeptical of her. "Are- are you mad?"

"Why would I be mad?"

She pressed her lips harder and bit the inside of her lip. His eyes widened comically slow and his shoulders raised making his face jut out.

He didn't believe her. She had to be mad. How could she not be, this must be sarcasm.

"Look around, why wouldn't you be mad?"

He's right, she mused, but he's so cute. His wide eyes did a wonder on her everytime she looked into them.

Pursing her lips, she took a step towards him and he took one back. Her breath picked up a little, hesitantly she stepped forward one more time and he backed once again.

His heart picked pace, her eyes didn't stray away. Apprehension left his mind, replaced by- by a strange anticipation.

The playful gleam in her eyes left him completely breathless. Did she not realize what she did to his poor heart?

He kept taking tiny steps till his back hit the wall.

Y/n pouted, she was too short to cage him between the wall and her hands like he did to her. Her eyes slowly advanced down from his face and came to stop at the button he loved to leave open.

It's like he doesn't realize what he does to me.

Ram was almost certain he was hallucinating. His wife was pressed upto him and fiddling with his shirt's buttons, this had to be some kind of a dream. The brilliance on her face was the one he had only witnessed in his dreams.

"Why would I be mad, patidev?"

He gulped, suddenly feeling extremely hot. A whine bubbled to his throat of how she wasn't being fair to him. He dreaded this would be too much and his patience would snap.

"Say na.."

Her voice went pierced his heart like an arrow from Manmatha's quiver. He clenched and unclenched his fingers on the side.

'I, uh.. you-"

His stomach flipped and he gulped, awaiting what she'd do next.

Y/n grazed his skin lightly with her nails, enjoying the pleasant view of him shivering.

Her heart thrummed against her ribcage- hair falling on his forehead, his lips slightly ajar and eyes unfocused.  She felt sparks under her skin.

"I'm not mad."

He felt her hand trace his collar before she tugged on it, pulling him down.  "How can I be mad at my chand? My pati? My parmeshwar?"

She bit back a giggle and ran her fingers through his short hair, massaging his scalp. Ram sighed, eyes fluttering in relaxation.

"I'm not mad because you will clean the mess you made."

Her lips grazed the shell of his ear, unable to resist, his eyes clenched and his heart flipped, the desire to hold her flush against him was rising with each passing second. All Ram could feel was the warm breath, her chest almost pressed against his, her scent cast a charm on him.

Y/n slowly retracted herself and took a few steps back before his eyes opened and the fog cleared. With shaking feet she took a step back, his eyes widened, she knew she had messed with him.

Fast as lightning, she turned and ran out of the room with Ram hot on her heels. Her feet thudded against the floor, laughter chimed through the house.

Her loose hair flew behind her in ripples, hands lifting the saree a bit and she looked back to see him at an arm's length.

Y/n squeaked and circled around the buckets huddled near the handpump, behind the sack of wheat and the dining table. Narrowly missing him, she ran back towards their room.

His eyes followed her, a familiar feeling simmered in his chest. He took long strides and finally grasped her arm, turning her face to him.

She gasped suddenly feeling her feet trip on air, yelping Y/n tried to brace herself against his frame.

Ram was out of breath and unsuspecting. Instinctively his arms circled around her waist, pulling her over him as they fell on the bed.

Legs hanging from the bed, they stayed there for a minute trying to catch their breath. She curled up on his side.

Ram wrapped his arm around her frame and pulled her half over him. He looked at the ceiling through the flimsy curtains.

Finally, his heart calmed down and the thudding in his ears dulled into nothing, allowing him to listen to her steady breaths.

Floral scent wafted from her freshly washed hair. She was busy drawing small circles over his shirt.  Cool breeze entered through the window.

"Do we have to?"

Y/n chortled, hiding her face. "Yes, we do."

Soft curls brushed against his cheek as she tried to get up. He fought the urge to pull her back to him.

She looked at her her husband, sprawled on the bed like a starfish and snorted. Her eye twitched again when she looked at the cupboard.

"I wasn't joking, you're the one who's going to clean his mess."

Her voice broke through his musings, he sat up and stretched his limbs as if he woke from a slumber.

"But-"

"No buts. I wont touch this at all."

He supposed it was only fair. Ram began collecting all the clothes on the floor and bundled them up on a chair.

"This?"

He looked at the red saree and shook his head. "You've complained it's too heavy before. We'll be there for a few hours, wear something light."

She rummaged through the stacks of silk and cotton again and pulled a beautiful yellow saree with green border. Taking out the blouse, she started walking towards the adjacent room.

It pinched her heart how they were still so far apart. Closer than they had ever been, sure but for some reason the fact that they still didn't have the comfort to change in the same room bothered her.

Most married couples had that, even the ones who barely tolerated each other then why couldn't her and Ram have that. She hoped some God heard her.

Tucking in the hip pleats, she reflected on last few months.

Once done with the saree, she went back in the room to see Ram on the bed, his undershirt was splayed on the side and he was just in his pants.

She gasped remembering the last time she saw him sitting like this, he didn't look mad- soothing herself she walked towards him.

Unpinned shoulder pleats opened and her pallu fell to her elbow, creating a drape. She stopped a couple steps away from the bed, "Ram?"

It seemed as if he didn't hear her. Y/n took a step forward and kept a hand on his shoulder gingerly.

"Ha?"

She sighed inadvertently, "where were you lost?"

"Nowhere." He shook his head, looking down.

Ram thought about his people back in the village, he remembered his promise. It pained him. He couldn't meet them till he fulfilled it.

Bed dipped beside him.

Y/n silently rubbed his arm, feeling the muscles ripple under her palm. "Do you not want to go? I can make any excuse next time I see Charu."

Her cousin, Charu was married in the same city as her. She had been pestering Y/n to visit her with Ram. Finally giving in, they decided to pay her cousin a visit in the evening.

"No! No.. I just- I haven't been to a relative's home in so long."

I haven't been to my relatives home in so long. She heard what he meant. Fighting the urge to shift closer, she continued the light caress, mapping the taut skin, the tension.

"We don't have to- if you really don't want to, we won't go. I don't mind, me and her aren't close anyways."

He looked at her, finally seeing the arch of eyebrow flatten and her forehead crinkle in worry. He only found sincerity in her eyes. He just wanted to stay at home and sleep.

Sleep.

He snorted remembering the time when he used to function  on mere two hours of rest.

"What?"

Ram leant forward, resting his chin on his locked hands. "Nothing." His eyes crinkled in humor when she lightly smacked his arm, "acha acha.. I just remembered how I used to stay awake at nights."

The white sheer curtains blew with the wind, she smiled as well. Her gaze traveled from his face to the shining silver chain.

Y/n hooked her arms with his, drawing it closer to her bosom and rested against his shoulder, "so we should cancel?"

His heart fluttered, feeling her soft skin graze his. It took everything in him to stay still and suppress the shivers. 

"No, let's go."

She stayed silent, just breathing silently, his mind wandered to their engagement.

She sat back straight, stretching out the moment before they would get up. He bit back an embarrassing sigh as she shuffled to the mirror.

Eyes hooded, with a lazy smile on his face he looked at her frame, longing for her. There was nothing he wanted more than to pull her in his arms. Straightening his back, Ram didn't break the stare.

Whenever he looked at her, it felt as if a haze descended on him. For that instant, that moment the world vanished in smoke. He relished the sweet view, committing the way her plump lips stretched, the way her eyes spoke to him- to his memory.

He saw how she shifted on her feet while brushing her hair, feeling the his flutter a little more when she swept them on a side baring the side of her neck.

His chest constricted and before he knew she was gasping in surprise. He caught her in an embrace, his arms around her waist.

Y/n was too focused on the electrifying grip, too distracted to form words for a few moments. Her heart tried to catch up with the beats lost because of him.

His facial hair tickled her neck as he pressed her back to himself and resting his chin on her shoulder. Unable to understand what he was doing, she simply held onto his hands locked in front of her.

Her throat refused to work, she looked in the mirror. Barely able make out the expression on his face she ran her fingers over his hands. All she saw was his hair falling on the forehead and his eyes, closed.

A slow shy grin formed on her lips as her fingers found their way to his face, cupping it lightly.

"Kya hua?"

She felt his cheeks lift in a smile, "I missed you." He whispered back making her heart soar.

Her eyes closed happily, indulging in his affections. Her breath hitched, feeling the tip of his fingers slowly caress her waist. Turning her head, she pressed a small, oddly angled kiss in his hair. I love you.

Comb was long forgotten on the floor, sun slowly inched behind the leaves. He felt every ounce of his body combusting, feeling the comfort as she combed through his hair.

He almost choked, wishing he could tell her how he felt. Ram imagined telling her one day, telling her how his heart beat for her, how his eyes searched for her, how he felt a strange pain whenever she wasn't around.

In his wildest dreams, she loved him back. In his half awake fantasies he could kiss her.

God how he wished he could kiss her..

When had he turned into such a lover.

He couldn't remember the time when he didn't wake up to her shining brown eyes. As much as kohl brought out her eyes, he absolutely loved seeing them bare.

I love you.

One day I'll tell you, thinking so he lay a chaste kiss on her temple.

He sighed in disbelief, the day he gathered enough courage didn't seem close. Squeezing her lightly one more time, he loosened the grip. He didn't want to let go.

Pressing his face in her neck one more time, he took a step back.

Y/n almost whimpered at the loss of contact. If he was trying to convince of her to stay home, he had succeeded.

"I'll get ready."

Her eyes widened like saucers, he  couldn't seriously be expecting her to walk out of the home right after he threw her brain in a frenzy.

Overcome by lethargy, she grabbed the back of his unbuttoned shirt, "some other time? Please?"

She watched his eyebrows arch and a knowing smile form on his face.

"Next time her husband pesters me, I'm blaming you."

Giggling, she couldn't help but wrap her arm around his broad shoulders, "You're the best!"

He couldn't help but laugh audibly either. He had married an absolute sweetheart. His fingers worked on closing the lower buttons as she swayed them lightly.

"Mhm, now what do you want for dinner?"

"What?"

He turned to her, breaking away from her embrace a bit, "what do you want for dinner? I'll get it."

Her eyes gleamed, "kachori!"

Hastily he tucked in the shirt and went out.

Y/n followed him to the door before switching on the lights. She collapsed on the chair like a heap, relaxed and happy.

She was glad that they didnt inform her cousin beforehand, nothing could have saved her then.

After waiting patiently for an hour or so there was a knock finally. She all but rushed to the door.

Securing the latch behind him, Ram handed her the bag. "Here."

"Go change, I'll set the table."

She watched him walk into the harsh yellow light. Leaves rustled above her, reflections from the metal containers laying around cast a glow on the veranda.

Changing weather bought with it a sense of tranquility. Her feet tingled in delight.

Basking in the feeling for a second, her feet rushed towards the kitchen. The packets were hot under her palm, she simply pulled out the plates and took out the contents from the paper bags.

She found an extra packet in the larger cloth bag. It wasn't warm, curious, she opened it.

Her eyes twinkled seeing the milkcakes. She loved them.

Just as she set down the plates, Ram walked out in his worn out yellow kurta. Y/n rolled her eyes.

"How long till you throw this away? Some of the rags are in better condition than this." She complained loudly.

He simple shrugged and muttered, "it's comfortable."

She imagined it was, it was a shame she couldn't pester him, he looked really good in that.

They ate in silence, enjoying the cold evening. After the harsh summers and relentless rains, these evenings felt like a blessing.

"Do you want something?"

She asked in between the morsels and waited as he hesitated and considered.

"No."

Y/n gave him another second. He quickly pointed to the chutney, asking for more.

She pressed her lips, biting back a fond smile. He loved coriander chutney.

"There's more right?" He asked quietly, she almost 'aww-ed' at how adorable he sounded.

"Haan."

Once again they lapsed in comfortable silence.

When both of them were done, she washed the utensils and he gathered up stuff lying around and locked the main door, as per their usual routine.

"I'm going up for a bit."

She simply hummed, focusing on the ash-y soap. It felt less irritating as her forehead was merely damp opposed to the usual dripping sweat.

Wiping her hands, she used the pallu to dab her face and pushed the loose strands behind her ear. Leaving the bulb in the living room on, she picked a handfan and went up.

She felt a dull ache in her calves, exhaustion finally setting in. Her shoulders drooped, her hands flailed a little on sides and she threw her head back.

Ram turned to the side startled as she plopped down on the swing. Chuckling, he took the fan from her kept it aside. Winds were pleasant. For the first time in months he liked how moonlight felt sheetal on his skin.

Stretching a little, he kept his arm over the blunt edges of the swing liking how Y/n immediately leaned against it. He gripped the metal to stop himself from curling his arm and bringing her to his chest.

Clouds approached from distance, he looked on- his eyes zeroing on the ominous looking tree in midst of the garden.

He knew she wasnt asleep, she was fiddling with a thread on his kurta. He remembered how she teased him earlier.

"You see that tree?"

Srunching her eyebrows, she looked at him and followed his sight to a tree. "Yes?"

No leaves. It looked cadaverous.

Ram hid a grin, "you remember that kid who jumped from the sixth floor in the next lane?"

"Haan. What about him?"

"It is said, he took shelter under that tree one stormy night and ever since he kept seeing a lady in white saree and sindoor over her face everywhere. Fed up of the mutilated visions, he jumped."

He angled his body towards her, biting his lip to keep a straight face.

Discomfort weaved through her, "what? Nonsense, none of this happens."

She hoped he didn't pick up the affirmative defense, she really hoped he didn't pick up on the fact that it was fake. Being a believer was such a pain when fate didn't bless you with courage.

Eyes widening like saucers, "Areyy it's not nonsense. A kid lost his life, how can you say it's nonsense?" He quipped loudly.

The gears of her brain turned, it worked to keep her from being scared. Y/n scoffed, not believing his story, "it could be that he was seeing things that weren't there. It happens."

Moon shone in the sky behind them. The shadows of balcony pricked her nerves. Back of the swing faced the room's window. A tiny flame burning on the table far from them didn't do much to illuminate the dark.

"Acha if it isn't true then why did your cousin keep hearing weird noises in the room right next to the peepal tree?"

Ram giggled on the inside, he knew it wasn't just her cousin who heard those screeches, "tell me, why the room next to the peepal?"

Dogs howled on the street. Shifting, she put a leg up, attempting to be discreet.

"We were kids!"

He could melt in a puddle, why did his wife had to look so adorable. Y/n almost let out an anxious exhale, her eyes darted to the room.

As the moon climbed, the shadows in the balcony grew stronger. She cursed the flickering flame of the candle. Did it have to flicker now? Why did her peripheral have to catch that?

"You know Mahesh? The guy I work with? Doors in his house keep unlocking on their own. How do you explain that?"

A bird chirped on their neem tree. It felt weird, wrong even, to hear birds around midnight. She looked at the dark leaves, cursing softly she folded both legs under her and shifted to face Ram.

He told her months ago, how locked doors opened with a loud bang at midnight at Mahesh's house. No burglar would make such a noise, and no one would open every single door and window, all at the same time.

"Must have been wind."

He put on a slightly quiet and deep tone, "wind? Wind was what your grandmother saw when she saw feet near the main door at two in the morning?"

Reminding her of the incident a few months ago, he looked forward flippant. Shuffle of fabric made way to his ears, when he looked at her again, her hand over the swing was no longer there but tucked at the front, her back didn't face the room anymore.

She remembered hearing a loud scream at the dead of night few days after their wedding. Suppressing a shudder she pulled her shoulders back, "it was dark, it could have been something else."

Gulping the knot in her throat, she argued weakly- adamant on keeping her dignity. Of course she knew what he was doing, this jerk, and she refused to loose.

"Tell that to poor girl who almost fell from stairs in the school."

"What girl?"

Ram pointed to a tall building visible faintly, "it is said a girl passed away from a severe asthma attack when her classmates bullied her, a few days ago a girl saw her wandering in the hall near stairs. Poor kid almost fell to her death."

She dithered, unable to repress the sudden quiver in her muscles, "sounds to me like she scared herself, nothing else."

The false bravado didn't fool him. He noticed how she curled up a little more with each instance he narrated. Mirth swam in his eyes.

"It isn't a trick of mind if someone else corroborates similar incidents, meri jaan. You know, the group of girls who bullied her see her, even often get tugged and scratched, inexplicably."

Y/n felt annoyance creep on her, she slapped his arm, "shouldn't you have less than little faith in those girl's stories, you know being a police officer?"

He didn't fully believe but then again, time had taught him to not be so dismissive of such matters.

"Okay, let me tell you what happened at the place I lived in before."

He too put up his feet and faced her. "Soo, it actually happened, like I'm not making this up."

Leaning in a conspiratorial fashion, he kept a hand over the back support of swing. "You've met the landlord right? He had fairly big family- him, his wife, their two sons and a girl. This happened during her wedding ceremonies."

She didn't know whether to believe him, he was clearly doing this to scare her. Her heart beat in suspense nevertheless.

"I lived in the room across the hall, it was the day of her haldi ceremony. Everything was going fine, relatives were swarming the house, kids were creating a ruckus, girls and boys were dancing to dholak and songs- it.. it was beautiful."

He smiled, for a second forgetting that he was supposed to be focusing on the build up and suspense.

"She was so happy, Chitra.. "

She was.. until she wasn't. He felt a pinch in his heart, remembering how their happiness was snatched within seconds.

"They were putting her in a normal saree but she.. she insisted on a white one with golden border! I don't think I saw her happier ever.."

Y/n looked on with an identical smile, it sounded like a fond recollection. She saw how his eyes unfocused and he dived in the memories, he wasn't making it up, she realized.

"Really?"

"Yeah! You know who was happier? Her younger brother," he huffed out a laugh, that rowdy kid. "He's a passionate kid, you know. His innocence was taken from him too soon."

For reasons different from Ram but he understood the loss, nonetheless.

"Right so, they were happy and then a man came running, yelling and sobbing, tripping over stones. He told them how Chitra's uncle, her father's elder brother had passed away that morning..."

Smiles from their faces dropped faster than a raindrop hitting earth.

"Girls who have been touched by haldi aren't supposed to step out without blessed thread on their wrist or on empty stomach. Chitra- she forgot everything the second his body was bought out in the lane for antim darshan, she cried and ran out without the thread."

He was there, he saw her coming down the stairs, screaming. He didn't stop her.

"She loved him, he was her favorite uncle, he was the one who fought for her education. She couldn't bear the loss, when she saw him- draped in yellow sheet and tied to bamboo ladder. All the rules- she didnt care. Dropping beside him," Ram gulped, the scene playing vividly before his eyes. "She hugged him, begged him to wake up. It was her wedding, he had to be there for var puja, jaimala, he had to be there for her kanyadaan."

Y/n kept a hand on his knee.

"Yeah, so she wailed and cried till they had to take him. Perhaps the grief was too much, the family forgot that she had been near him without protection. They were too eager to marry her off, they didn't see fit to wait for thirteen days before hosting an auspicious occasion in their house."

If only he had spoke up, Ram thought.

"A few days after her wedding, her husband dropped her home saying she was behaving crazily. Everyone was confused, Chitra had a stable head on her shoulders. Anyways, all the confusions were cleared two days later when she spoke for the first time."

Snorting, he thought back to that night when he had come home late and saw a group of people huddled near their portion of house.

"Her eyes were inhumanly wide, like they'd pop right out and she behaved strange. Some kid said, she was screaming wildly and grumbling."

He looked at his wife, she seemed freaked out, he had been frazzled too.

"This continued for a few days, several doctors, pandits and just about everyone was called. No doctor could conclude what happened to her, no prayers by pandit worked, she was still behaving amazingly crazy."

Y/n shifted a little closer, looking back for a split second.

"The entire building was scared, families living on rent had asked their kids to stay away. Everyone slept on the terrace huddled together, all the residents were convinced that there was something wrong with her. Then one day," He took a second to breathe a disbelieving laugh.

"Then one day, she called her mother in her room. Since aunty was scared, she took me and two other people with her. Chitra said, 'there is someone standing at the stairs downstairs, ask him to move away or I'll kill him.' We all scrambled out to see if there was someone-"

Y/n leaned forward, squeezing his arm, "and? Was there?"

"Her elder brother was standing at the last step, talking to a guy. We all screamed at him to leave that space and when he did, we ran back to her room. She looked somewhere on the wall emptily and chuckled, getting up. Without a word she went down and laid on the cot in the sun."

She looked sideways, seeing the candle blow out with a final flicker and immediately clutched his arm tighter. He saw slight tremors in her frame. He had been surprised and scared out of his mind as well, whatever it was, Chitra had terrified them all.

"Her family didn't waste a single more second and rushed her to mehendipur wale Balaji."

Goosebumps erupted all over, and in a breathy squeak she asked, "then? Then what? Is she okay? Or is she still?"

"Oh no, when they came back, she was still a little unsettled, but they visited the temple regularly till she became normal. She's fine now, has a baby. She did tell that it was her uncle's spirit."

Y/n could only whisper a small oh.

"Still think none if this happens?"

He laughed as she pressed herself in his shoulder and muttered a no.

"Let's go now, it's too late and stay with me, isn't this the hour when ghosts lurk openly?"

She smacked his arm, "Shut up," Whining as he chortled again, at her shaky words.

"Acha acha, devi ab nhi hasunga. Let's go now?"

His lips stretched in a wide grin as she clung to his arm when they walked.

Reaching the stairs, she stopped in the track, "I'm gonna go first." Y/n suppressed the urge to knock him over head when his shoulders shook in humor, she was far too scared.

He trailed behind watching his wife run to their room and hide beneath the thin covers.

Switching off the bulb, he climbed in, feeling a strange happiness as she snuggled into him. "Just- just don't let go okay?" Y/n took his hand, kept it over herself and held it.

Ram smiled, looking at their hands, "never." He kissed her head before dragging her closer and caging her in his arms, secure.

It's really a miracle how i wrote this everytime my brain had been overworked to death and i couldnt sleep because my body ached. Tbh i think my state really reflects on this piece as there's isn't really a coherence here.. chile anyways I hope it saves you from boredom for a few minutes. If you see any mistake pls forgive it, i was falling asleep when i proofread lmao.

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[yehsahihai]

Tears and fire

Ya girl wrote this instead of prepping for Psych exams, cause ram is the LOML

“For the last time Ram!! You can’t throw yourself into situations WHERE YOU CAN DIE!!”

“I HAD A PLAN!!

“JUMPING OFF A BURNING BRIDGE WITH ONE ROPE AROUND YOUR WAIST WAS A PLAN!!???”

Ram slumped at that realizing that, in hindsight, he should have come up with a better idea, but damn if he admitted that to her. She’d hold it over his head for eternity he knew. Exhaling deeply, he said, “Y/n the boy was going to die. I was there, I was in a place to save him, so I did. It’s as simple as that.”

Y/n scoffed at that/ It was “as simple as that’? Really? Did he not know that he couldn’t keep pulling stunts like this anymore. He had someone else in his life, for god’s sake. Someone who actually cared for him, someone whom he ahad a responsibility of coming home safe to. 

Tears pricked at y/n eyes as she recalled every time Ram had come home bloodied and bruised. Every time he moved, grimacing, because of another riot, another fight. This incident was just the tipping point for her fear to come spilling out. 

Realising that she would start crying if she stood there longer, y/n quickly turned away from him, wiping away at the few ears that were threatening to spill over.

“Y/n-”

“Don’t Ram. Just don’t. When you clearly aren’t going to listen to anything I say, I’m not going to spend my energy trying to make you.”

Ram felt a crack in his heart. They’d had arguments before, but nothing to the point where she looked so…………defeated. Never to the point where he’d seen tears in your eyes. There was far too heavy a weight on his chest from watching her eyes well up. Before he could open his mouth to say something, his wife glanced at the clock in the wall.

“I’m going to go make chai. You’ll be in our room?”

Ram’s throat was frozen, unable to speak after hearing the wobble in your voice. He could only manage to say, “I’ll-I’ll be here.”

She nodded, back still towards him.

Y/n should have been more careful. The whole time in the kitchen all she could think of was Ram. Ram and his stupid, self-sacrificial tendencies. Ram and his stubbornness to ignore his own pain. Ram and his recklessness towards himself. The first time he’d come home bleeding from god knew how many injuries, barely able to walk. All the times she’d had to patch him up, only to watch him again go to work.

The tears seemed to have a life of their own, because no matter how many times she wiped them away, they kept fogging up her eyes, causing her throat to hurt from the way she suppressed her sobs. 

And before she knew it, something extremely hot and boling fell all over her hand.

“AAHHHH!!”

Ram jumped at that, looking around frantically before realising it came from the kitchen- from y/n. Ram’s blood ran cold as he skidded into the kitchen, a million thoughts clamoring in his head. 

When he got there he almost collapsed. Y/n  with one hand red and shiny, clutching it to herself, tears freely streaming down her face. Almost losing all rational thought Ram dimly heard some part of his mind say, “Water”

Ram quickly wrenched a vessel from a shelf, going to the washroom to fill it up with water, thanking the gods above it was cold. Quickly filling it, he ran  back to where y/n was still sitting and gently submerged the burnt hand in the vessel. 

“What-how? What happened y/n?”

Y/n couldn’t speak for a few seconds, still crying, before taking a shaky breath and saying, “I-I was just making the chai and I was distracted and it spilled all over my hand.”

Ram winced at that, before feeling a flood of guilt overwhelm him. Hand locked with hers, he pulled it out of the water, taking her to a chair and getting the medicine box. 

Wrapping her hand in a bandage, he spoke, “Y’n- jaan I’m sorry, I’m so damn sorry.”

“Ram-”

“You were right. I can’t keep putting myself in positions where I could die. I can’t keep putting you through that. I ccan’t keep hurting you, and I hate that it’s taken you getting hurt to realise just how much hurt I’ve put you through. I’m sorry jaana, I’m so, so sorry”

Y/n could feel another flood of tears. Except this time they weren’t of sadness. They were from the utter, indescribable amount of love she felt for this man, looking at her like she’d hung the moon and stars for him. Pulling him into an embrace she felt him relax, hands coming around her, pressing her to him. 

“It’s ok bangaram. I’m ok. Just- just try not to die, yeah? I’d hate to be a widow so soon.”

Ram let out a watery laugh at that, burying his face in her neck, as he said, “For you? I’ll come back from the dead if I have to.”

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[mish-ka]

Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh

Chapter 1 | Next

I hope you guys like this new series. A little cheesy but we love cheese.

This is not how Ram had planned his day to go. Not at all. When he had left the rented house this morning, he had wanted to get his work done and return to Delhi to continue his mission.

Ram initially had no desire to travel from Delhi to Vrindavan, but he was pressured to do so by his superiors.

Apparently Scott had received news about some tampering with the funds in Vrindavan and they had picked Ram to make sure everything was under control.

Akhtar didn’t know why Ram was leaving for Vrindavan, but he kept on repeating that he had a good feeling about Ram leaving for the holy city.

So Ram honestly has no idea of how he ended in this situation with people chasing him, and never in his life had Ram thought he would do such a thing.

Eloping with a bride from her mandap was something Ram never saw in his future, and yet here he is. Running away with someone else’s dulhan.

Shree Mohan. The daughter of most influential man of Hindustan. A girl he met just 30 minutes ago, married her, and then escaped from the mandap.

It all started from yesterday, when Ram had met with Shree’s father, Kishore Mohan, and the man had invited Ram to his youngest daughter’s wedding.

Ram didn’t want to betray the trust of the man who had invited him into his house, but after finding out that the groom had already been married and Kishore knew about it, Ram couldn’t sit still.

Ram remembers sneaking into the bride’s room, who he hadn’t met, to tell her the truth about the groom;

Closing the door behind him, Ram sighs in relief as he has finally made it into the bride’s room after trying several times.

Tracing his eyes around the room, Ram takes in the room in order to locate the bride.

His eyes find her seated in the middle of the bed, a veil over her face. Her knees pulled to her chest, and her head resting on her knees.

Through the veil, Ram can make out the forlorn expression that is present in her form. So lost in her sadness that she doesn’t even notice another presence in the room.

“Shree?” Ram softly calls out her name, taking a step forward towards her.

Ram watches as the bride slowly lifts her veiled head towards him. Gathering his courage, Ram takes a seat on the edge of the bed, in front of her.

Ram knows its not his right, but he cannot help himself when he notices the tear droplet on her hands. His hands clutch the seams of her veil and pull it over her face.

Ram feels the breath being knocked out of him, when his eyes collide with her bewitching face. Even with tears streaming down her eyes, she still manages to be the most alluring woman in Ram’s eyes.

She lives up to her name; Shree. Gorgeous, elegant, and majestic similar to Maa Lakshmi, who has charmed the world charmer.

Shree is a beauty, so ethereal and heavenly in appearance as if an upsara was reincarnated on earth. The red lehenga, and jewelry is like an accessory to her beauty.

Her eyes. What can Ram say about them? They are the most beautiful and divine pair of lotus on the universe, as well as the most pure eyes on the planet. Chocolate brown eyes, the hue of life like the Earth, mystical and as divine and vivid as the lotus.

Her feet and petitie hands are crimson from being dipped in alta, looking like the auspicious hands and feet of Maa Lakshmi. Waiting to bring good fortunate to where they step.

A face as gorgeous as the moon, with a radiance that rivals the sun. An aura of innocence and purity exudes from her features that Ram feels his sins wash away.

The woman in front of him is so mesmerizing and celestial that it seems that she has been the favourite of God to make.

Ram is brought back from admiring her when she slightly shakes the man in front of her. Shaking his head to push those thoughts away, Ram diverts his attention to her.

“Tum yeh shaadi nahi karni chahiye.” Ram’s statement echoes throughout the room due to the silence. [You shouldn’t go ahead with this marriage.]

Shree wipes the tears from her face, looking at Ram confused, “Per kyu?” She questions. [But why?]

Taking a deep breath, Ram looks into her lotus eyes and answers, “Yeh dulha pehle se hi shaadishuda hai.” [The groom is already married.]

Now Ram was expecting many things. Many different ways that Shree would react to this news. He thought she would breakdown, she would scream, she would cry, she would get angry.

But what he wasn’t ready for was her to just pass his a sorrowful smile and downcast her eyes to her hands.

“Humhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai. Sabko pata hai.” She answers in most heartbreaking tone, playing with the jewellery on her hands. [I know that the groom is married. Everyone knows.]

Ram feels a wave of disbelief course through his body at her words. He lifts the two of them off the bed, standing in the middle of the room, grasping her shoulders in a tight grip, demanding an answer.

“Agar tumhe pata hai ki dulha shaadishuda hai toh fir tumne shaadi keliye haan kyu ki?” [If you know that groom is married then why did you agree to this marriage?]

A bitter laugh escapes Shree’s lips, her eyes finding a home in Ram’s eyes. “Apko lagta hai ki mujhse poocha gaya tha? Baba ne 10 din pehle humse kaha ki meri shaadi hai. Humhe toh yeh bhi pata ki dulha hai kyon. Bas itna pata hai ki uski patni bhi iss shaadi mein hogi.” [Do you think I was asked about this? 10 days ago, Baba just said that I am getting married. I don’t even know who the groom is. All I know is that his wife will attend the wedding as well.]

Without a warning, Shree takes Ram’s hands into hers, “Humhe yeh shaadi nahi karni. Humhe padna hai. Apni padai poori karni hai. Humhe kisi shaadishuda insaan se shadi ni karni hai.” [I don’t want to get married. I want to study. Complete my education. I don’t want to marry an already married man.]

Ram watches Shree’s eyes dance in desperation, he watches her begging him. Begging him to help her. Begging him to save her from this situation.

And so he will. Ram will save Shree from this unwanted marriage. He will take her to Delhi, let her complete her education, but for that he has to do something with her permission.

A man and woman staying together, unmarried is considered a sin in the eyes of society. Even this arrangement with Ram meeting Shree alone is strictly forbidden.

Ram can bare the taunts and the digs at his character. He is used to it. Especially when he has to betray his own people and they cuss at him.

But he cannot bare the fact of letting Shree hearing those words. He cannot let others molest her character and dignity. He cannot watch her die day by day after hearing the taunts.

Fixing his posture, Ram stands tall and fearless in front of Shree, “Tumhe yeh shaadi nahi karni toh theek hai. Per…” [If you don’t want to do this marriage, then alright. But…]

“Per?” [But?]

“Per tumhe mujhse shaadi karni hogi.” Ram finally says the words that have been on his mind. [But you have to marry me.]

Ram observes shock and then betrayal wash over Shree’s face as she pulls her hands away from his grasp.

Taking a few steps back, she collapses on the bed, glaring at him with tears in her eyes. “Yeh kya keh rahe hai aap? Hum apna naam tak nahin jante. Hum toh itna jante hai ki aapko Baba shaadi pe mehman bana kar lekar aaye hain.” [What are saying? I don’t even know your name. I just know that Baba invited you as a guest.]

Ram kneels in front of her, taking her hands into his again. “Main janta hoon ki yeh aasan nahi hai. Per agar tum padna chahti ho toh mere saath bhaag chalo. Delhi mein tumhe pada sakta hoon, tum jitna padna chao tum pad sakhti ho. Per bina rishta ke hum nahi reh payenge.” [I know this is difficult. But if you want to study then run away with me. In Delhi I can help you study, you can study as much as you want. But without a relation, we won’t be able to escape.]

Shree searches Ram’s face for any lies, any deceit, but only finds genuine concern on his face. A million thoughts run throught her mind, all telling her that it isn’t logical to trust a man she just met.

But her heart tells her to trust this man. It tells her to let him guide her through this situation. That he will not let go of her hand. That he will always be there to help her.

With a tilt to her head, Shree asks the question she should have asked first, “Apka naam kya hai?” [What is your name?]

Ram softly grins at the woman, “Mera naam Ram hai. Alluri Sitarama Raju.” [My name is Ram. Alluri Sitarama Raju.]

“Ram, vaada kijiye ki aap mujhe shaadi ke baad padne denge.” Shree frees her hand from Ram’s grip and then holds it in front of him. [Ram, promise me that you will let me continue studying after our marriage.]

Ram smiles at the girl, and places his hand atop of her outstretched hand, solidifying their promise.

“Main vaada karta hoon ki main tumhe shaadi ke bad padne se nahi rokoo ga.” Ram states his promise loud and clear. [I promise that I will not stop you from studying after our marriage.]

“Ab apna sabse zaroori saman apne saath le lo, aur fir hum chalye hai.” [Now take your most important stuff and then we will go.]

Shree nods, jumping from her seat, and running through her room like a tornado. The shift in her mood causes Ram to chuckle at her antics.

He watches as she takes an idol of Radha-Krishna, and a photo of her family in her other hand. With that she toddles back to Ram’s side.

“Chale Shree?” Ram questions with his hand extending towards her. [Shall we, Shree?]

“Chaliye Ram.” Shifting the photo and idol to one hand, Shree places her utmost trust in the man, placing her hand in his. [Let’s go, Ram.]

The two stare at each other, knowing that there is no going back once they leave. The two will embark on a new journey, leaving everything behind.

Thank you for reading this new series I hope you like it as much as the other one. ❤️

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[ramcharantitties]

Diwali

Summary: First Diwali of you and ram.

"Why are you still in your clothes?" A voice boomed from the door, and by the tone, it was a very angry wife of mine. Although I wanted to cross question her, "why don't you take them off?", I knew better and did not utter a word. Maybe we'll do that later tonight anyways. I jumped off the chair in a second and scurried to the bathroom, towel in hand. It's Diwali today. From four in the morning, we have set the fairy lights, spotting dragon flies, then packed the sweets y/n made in the past two days, deep cleaned our house, went to market for last moment shopping, and decorated our house with diya and rangoli. The amount of tea cups lining the sink said enough about our hardwork today. It was around 4 in the evening now, and y/n needed me to get bathed soon so I can go to the temple for an early Pooja, as she sets up the Pooja at our home.

The bath was shivering and cold- November not letting us breath with warmth. Stepping out of the bath, a red kurta and white dhoti with a red lining on it caught my eye. Someone did Diwali shopping for me. And it's shy to say, but the warmth she gives deter a hundred Novembers.

Quickly getting ready, I combed my hair. The red on my cheeks matched one of my clothes, and it was visible in the mirror, hope my wife doesn't catch it. It was almost 4:30, and I knew that if I don't leave now, it's going to be a screaming match. Finding y/n, I saw her in her homely saree with wet hair tied in a towel lock, carrying everything needed to the Pooja in our home. "Get ready first, I'll help you with this when I come back".

She turned around to my voice, the golden skin from sandalwood shining with the golden mangalsutra in orange sunlight. A tint of pink on her cheeks too when she checked me out, up and down. I had to turn around and leave, so she didn't catch me blushing.

It was almost the muhrat of Pooja when I stepped in our home. The sun has started to set and the area was lit up by blinking fairy lights. Blasts of firecrackers were easily heard throughout. I saw our home with white and yellow alternate lights too. Upon entering, Y/n was nowhere to be found near the Pooja, but it was all set and decorated.

Looking for y/n, I realised that I haven't given her Diwali gift- a blue chiffon saree I picked out for her, and that it's our first Diwali together. I called out for her, as she made her way out from our room in a pink saree. Her hair was open and air drying. It was given to her by her family, and she has already worn this twice now.

"Why aren't you wearing anything new?" I led her into the room again opening the side of the cupboard which was reserved for my official clothes. "This is new" she muttered, putting Kohl lines in her eyes. I pulled out the transparent bag which held a beautiful blue saree, laced with white embroidery and deep red design. Her brown eyes caught the sight of it, a breath caught in her throat. She looked expectantly at me. A smile from me was enough for her to pull it from me and rush inside.

About 15 minutes later, y/n came out looking like an apsara. The baby blue insinuated her already pink face. She twirled around giggling. "Do I look good?" I nodded, leaning on the bed frame. It felt good, to see her happy. The childish joy in her eyes and soft smile on her lips. Gazing at her lovingly, it took me a while to realize she wasn't smiling anymore. "We are getting late for Pooja!"

The Pooja went well. We sat down after it, tired from running around the house all day. Busy eating home made sweets, I almost lost the soft touches of her on the saree, her fingertips barely touching the design. She looked content. And that was enough for me to remember how our first Diwali went.

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[notyour-sober-girl]

𝖕𝖆𝖔𝖑𝖆 || legal adult! || minors can interact!! <3 || she / her || aries || [the musical] Heathers writer || music luvr || 90′s aesthetic

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💄 ꒱ 《 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭! 》 ☎♥

˗ˏˋ꒰ 👠 ꒱ 《 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬! 》 ☎♥

《 reblogs》..-𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 《 my work 》..-𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 《 ask / something in process 》..-𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤! 《 random thoughts 》..-𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 《 done/published requests 》..-𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥’𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞!

#sober reblogs #sober works #girl at work! #sober rambles #girl's done! #heathers #heathers x reader #heathers the musical #heathers the musical x reader #heather chandler #heather chandler x reader #heather duke #heather duke x reader #heather mcnamara #heather mcnamara x reader #ram #ram sweeney #ram x reader #ram sweeney x reader #kurt #kurt kelly x reader #kurt x reader #kurt kelly #jd #jd x reader #jean dean #jean dean x reader #veronica #veronica x reader

[afortoru]

Your girl is suffering in having her periods so she's writing a comfort fic with Ram from RRR to cope up with the pain... interact or tell me if you wanna be tagged 🥲

#ram x reader #ram x wife!reader #rrr ram x reader #RRR #ram fluff #period comfort #rrr #ram fanfic #desiblr