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ramcharantitties · 23 days

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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 · 2 years

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We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it. 🌊🔥🫂@boochhaan @stanleykubricks @doodlesofthelastpage @ladydarkey @rosayounan @burningsheepcrown @eremin0109 @tarakisms-blog @ronaldofandom @yehsahihai @teddybat24 @celebrrration @ramcharantitties @rambheemlove @rambheem-is-real @milla984 @dumdaradumdaradum @jrntrtitties @carminavulcana @rapunzels-stuff @meastradeur @rambheemisgoated @ramfanatic @fangirlshrewt97 @filesbeorganized @stuckyandlarrystuff @justmeand-myinsight @mishackles89 @sally-for-sally #prompt: soulmates #day3 #prompt:misunderstanding

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your-villainous-neighbour · 2 years

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Historian voice: and they were close friends

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iam-siriuslysher-lokid · 2 years

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"and suddenly, all at once, you have become my everything."

RRR (2022) | Ram & Bheem | NTR Jr & Ram Charan

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ronaldofandom · 2 years

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RRR in Japan - Part 2

The hotness in these pics my god. All three of them looking so so cool. And my baby Tarak is looking so hot 🥰💕❤️💃

Seriously guys - I am melting looking at these pics.

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mish-ka · 2 years

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Chandani Se Noor Ke

A/N: Sorry ji, sorry for posting after such a long time — and I would like to apologize for the poorly written try at a steamy scene. It’s my first time writing it.

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Growing up in a home where Freedom fighters were frequently sheltered, Y/N has seen a lot of things. Seen things that kids should never be exposed to. However, Y/N was unfazed by it; in fact, it strengthened her resolve to bring down the British.

But. For the first time in her life, Y/N is scared. Scared not for herself, but for the man in front of her. The man, who lives next door to her. the man with whom she shares her meals. The man, who has warmed a place in her heart.

Ram. Her Ram is covered in wounds all over his body, his eyes swollen from what looks like a blunt force. His uniform covered in blood, ripped off and torn apart.

As he limps closer to her, Y/N examines the bruises that litter his handsome face. Blood trickles down every inch of his face, and it physically hurts her.

Without a second thought, Y/N is supporting Ram upright. She places Ram’s arm around her shoulder, and uses her other hand to hold his hand.

A million questions swirl in her head, yet she knows that now is not the time. She needs to get Ram’s wounds treated and get him to his bedroom.

“Y/N?” Ram’s voice is barely a whisper, but with the intimacy between the two, Y/N can hear him clearly.

In his subconscious state, Ram manages to peer at Y/N, noticing the worried look on her face. It is clear that she is shaken by the sight of him like this, but he cannot do anything about that. He wasn’t in the state to do anything, but watch.

Watch as she struggles to hurl him to his bedroom. As his weight sags from losing his equilibrium, he watches as she runs into doors and walls. Watches as he almost crushes her with his body weight.

As he senses the comforting sensation of his bed underneath him, Ram feels a little more stable. Due to his weight, Ram somehow manages to pull Y/N down with him.

Now, with Y/N over him on the bed, Ram cannot help himself but admire her beauty as the two become more and more engaged in a passionate eye lock.

Ram gently approaches Y/N while lifting a battered hand and moving a curl behind her ear. She was warm in contrast to his icy touch.

Ram's chilly fingertips brush Y/ N's warm cheeks, sending a shudder up her spine. When his left hand touches her left cheek, she can't help but lean into his touch.

“Ram?”

Ram might not be in the correct frame of mind, because it is inconceivable that he would have felt the urge to ravage Y/N only because she spoke his name.

Her lips. Oh, how he starts to get closer to them, his pulse racing with the need to taste those cupid's lips. Something dark swirls inside Ram when he realizes that he wants to see them swollen from his kisses.

The same darkness carries over to how Ram wants to spend every night ravaging her voluptuous body. Make sure she can’t walk in the morning from being with him. Mark her body so she knows she belongs to him.

Him. He wants her to belong to him. Only him. He wants her to only pay attention to him. Care only about him.

Ram’s bruised hand travels from Y/N’s cheeks, to her waist. Y/N trembles and her breath catches in her throat. "Ram?"

With awareness of his injuries, Y/N lifts her hand and lays it on his face, brushing her thumb down the delicate edge of his mouth. Her probing eyes linger for a while over his, searching for any indications of pain or discomfort.

With a hazy mind, Ram begins to rubs circle on her waist, lazy fingers trailing down the length of her sternum. Her skin prickles at the touch, and Ram melts at the moan he draws from her.

The moon witness their intimacy, blowing gentle breeze with an intoxicating scent. The rain that pours matches the rhythm of their hearts.

The sheets tangle with their legs and the bedsheet crumbles when Ram slowly turns the two over, with Ram on top and Y/N beneath him.

Ram doesn’t whether it is the pain from his injuries or his feelings for Y/N that make carnal desires to course through his body at the sight of Y/N under him.

With half lidded eyes, Y/N swallows, peering deeply into his eyes.

His eyes which are a puzzle to his soul. The puzzle that once you solve it, you have access to his soul that shoulders many burdens. All through the window of his eyes.

A puzzle that Y/N is willing to solve. A burden is ready to help him out with. A window that she is ready to peer through. All to get a look at his beautiful soul.

The sight of Y/N gulping latches Ram’s eyes to her neck. A hiss escapes his lips when he finds a small black mole on the side of her neck; presumably her sweet spot.

Ram drags his hand over the lenght of Y/N’s stretched arms, intertwining his hands with hers, almost binding her to spot with his tight grip.

The translucent curtains dance to the winds of kama, casting the perfect veil of privacy and security on the couple.

Ram tries, yet fails to control himself from lowering his face into her neck. His hot breathing fanning her hair away from the neck.

A chortled falls from Y/N’s lips just as Ram’s beard comes in contact with the skin under her chin. He feels Y/N shift below him, her hand tightening her grip on his.

Ram’s lips peck tenderly over the small mole on her neck, her breath catching in her throat. “Ram…”

Ram watches as Y/N’s eyes roll back into her head when she experiences pleasure like she has never before. It only urges him more, fueling the fire of his desire for her.

Continuing with his task, Ram peppers Y/N’s soft neck with kisses, tender and gentle — some feeling like a brush of his lips against her skin.

The moonlight, the rain, and the wind all are witnesses to the two lovers burning in the fire of their passion and true love.

Letting the souls unite is the task of tonight’s romantic weather. Fire and Earth coming together to help one’s ferocity and the other’s gentleness.

However, it seems that the Gods have other plans. It seems that tonight is not the best night for the reunion of Fire and Earth, when water isn’t in the equation of their lives.

So when Y/N, who was previously feeling a knot of pleasure in her stomach, feels a sudden weight thump on top of her, it startles her out of her sensual state.

Slowly opening her eyes, Y/N is faced with the sight of a mop of black hair. Lifting her head, she notices the sleeping form of Ram on top of her.

His head is nestled in the crook of her neck, one of his hand intertwined with her own and the other underneath, wrapped around her waist. His legs lay between the partition of her own legs.

Sighing heavily, Y/N lets her arm swaddle the back of Ram’s head, softly scratching his hair on the back.

Turning her head to side, she watches as the moon filters the beauty of her face. Under the noor and protection of the chand, she closes her eyes, slipping into slumber.

The strings of their lives becoming more interesting with the moon’s light as its beautiful witness.

Dhaage Tod Lao

Chandani ke Noor ke

A/N: Please Chapal mat marna, I only know how to write this much smut for now. When I learn I promise I will write more.

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dumdaradumdaradum · 2 years

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Me as a physics teacher for sure ::

#rrr fandom #rrr #rrr tarak charan #rrr film #rrr memes #charak

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RAJAMOULI GOT NO CHILL 😭😭

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maru-likes-cats · 1 year

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Eyeliner

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ramcharantitties · 5 months

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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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mesimpleone · 1 year

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ladydarkey · 1 year

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Can I go forward when my heart is here? - Chapter 2

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Read Chap1 here

I dreamt a dream tonight

A whole day passed. They needed to take a lot of rest along the way. Months of fleeing in constant fear slowly became apparent the closer they got to the village. Bheem felt tired. His whole body ached, his muscles refused to work, accompanied by pain. Nevertheless, without complaining, he carried Malli on his back as soon as she could not walk anymore and felt sleepy. It didn't escape him that the girl no longer seemed to be a child anymore due to her traumatic experiences. This realisation made his already heavy heart bleed. He wanted to give the lightheartedness of a child back to her. Malli's body weight made his back ache. As a protector he could not give in now, but his body could no longer bear the weight. He took the now sleeping child and laid it carefully on the back of the mule. She woke up from the sudden movement and looked slightly confused. Bheem hushed and petted her head so she could fall asleep again. She did and Bheem kept his hand on her delicate spine while walking beside the mount.

Eventually it got darker and night began to settle. The experienced men knew that they had to search for a resting spot to sleep. To their luck they found a place with three logs on the ground, perfect to rest their backs against, with a small spot for a fire in the middle of them. Firewood was quickly found and a campfire was lit to warm the tired travelers and keep the wild animals away. The mule got unhitched from the wagon and Malli fed it some naan. After eating and exchanging a few stories, the men planned a watch schedule for the night. Bheem wanted to be the first one since he didn’t feel sleepy yet. Together with Malli, he sat down on a log. She curled her body on the floor and rested her head on his lap. He wrapped an arm around her tiny body and held her wrist in a firm but gentle grip, so she would feel secure. Immediately she fell asleep, but Bheem still felt the urge to hum a sweet lullaby from his childhood. Maybe to calm and distract himself from his thoughts or maybe because he subconsciously noticed that the other men were restless too. After a while, it got very quiet in their camp. Only the crackling of the fire and the loud breathing of the sleeping persons could be heard. Sometimes a light wind blew through the branches and made the leaves rustle. Four hours passed without any incidents. Malli changed her posture into a fetal position which made it easier for Bheem to get up without disturbing her sleep. He woke up Lacchu, who was next in the watch plan, updated him about the circumstances and went back to the log to lay down behind Malli, adapting to her posture. This time sleep overcame him quickly and he slept with Malli in his arms. A shout of Lacchu, like the call of a bird, woke everybody up. He slowly and silently raised his right arm and pointed to the thicket behind the mule. A tiger dared to come near their camp, still hidden in the bushes. The animal must be very hungry if it wanted to put itself in such danger. The mule, which was standing the furthest away from the fire, was the tiger's desired target. Bheem immediately knew that it would be too dangerous for the tired men to fight against the tiger and on top of that the preying cat was already too close to the mount. “Stay back! Let the tiger take the mule. But be vigilant!” Bheem ordered in a calm, lowered voice. Meanwhile he hid Malli from the sight of the tiger behind his broad back. Sacrificing the mule was unavoidable for their own safety. Just at that moment, in the blink of an eye, the tiger jumped out of the bushes and attacked the defenceless mount. It screamed until the predator bit into its neck.

The teeth buried deep in the flesh and life left the body. While dragging its prey back to the bushes, the hunter looked right into Bheem’s eyes and the tribal man had the feeling that the tiger thanked him for saving its life. Nature can be cruel and beautiful at the same time. The wild animal just followed its needs, it could not be blamed for its behavior. After some time, everybody relaxed again and they went back to sleep. As soon as the sun started to rise, they got up and packed their few things to continue the journey. Without the mule, the wagon had to be pulled by the men. They quickly made up a plan to take turns and started walking again.

Finally they passed the watchtower of their village which gave them new strength to complete the last steps. A guard, who was standing on the raised lookout, rang the bell to call for the villagers. With Malli sitting on Bheems left shoulder they entered their homeplace. Followed by Lacchu, Jangu, and Peddanna. Everyone, including Malli's mother Loki, came running out of their huts or dropped their work on the spot. First Loki was petrified at the sight of her daughter Malli. Her face wore a mixed expression of disbelief and pure gratitude. As she realized that it wasn’t just a dream, she squealed out of happiness and ran towards the protector of the Gonds and her child.

The whole village came to greet the men and the girl. As soon as the first wave of sheer happiness was over, the residents of the tribe started to organize a feast to welcome the protector Guardian and his followers. While everybody was busy preparing, Loki led Bheem to his hut, Malli held by her mother's hand. “I watched after it and kept it clean”, she said proudly while they entered the room. “This was the least I could do and it kept me sane to be honest. I have to admit that my dreams were very dark sometimes. I had nightmares that none of you will ever come back.” She sobbed and her eyes wandered around the room, avoiding the gaze of Bheem. The protector laid his heavy hand on her narrow shoulder. “There were times, I thought so too. I would lie if I say that it was an easy mission. But the promise I gave you and the whole Gond tribe gave me the strength and will to overcome every obstacle. I am the chosen protector and it is my job to protect defend everyone.” Bheem tried to hold back his tears, nevertheless one escaped his efforts and he quickly wiped it away. There will be time to cry but it is not now. Loki turned around and gave the strong man a tight hug. “Thank you! Thank you so much for rescuing my daughter!” She dug her face into his chest and started crying out in relief. Bheem calmly laid one arm around her and gently stroked her long braided black hair. Malli joined the hug and they stood there for a while. “Loki! We need your help!”, another resident called for her. Loki slowly pulled out of the hug, wiping away her tears. She thanked Bheem again and walked away. Malli followed her mother, always holding one of her hands tight.

As soon as the women had left, a sudden loneliness settled in Bheem. Now it was just him, alone in the middle of his very own hut. When was the last time he was truly all by himself? He looked around the single room. It felt familiar and yet so strange. On the opposite side of the door was his bed, a single bed to be exact. On the wall above it was a mural of an attacking tiger, drawn by Malli just months before she was kidnapped. “Why a tiger?”, he had asked her, while she drew it. “Because you have the strength, agility and speed of one.” she responded proudly while looking at her mural. “And you are as fluffy as them!” She liked to tease him back in the days. Thinking of the situation made him giggle. How would things have been, if she wouldn't have been kidnapped in the first place? His eyes left the mural. Beside his bed stood a wooden stool, which could be used as a bedside table or seating. Further on was a shelf to keep his few possessions in. And last but not least, there was a lower desk next to the door with some writing utensils and paper on it. Everything looked like it had been waiting for him to come home. Loki really did a great job taking care of his home.

Home. This word had a bittersweet taste by now. People say “Home is where your heart is”, but right in this particular moment, Bheem couldn’t feel it. “Where is my heart?”, he asked himself when suddenly all feelings seemed to overflow. Just before they could hit him, a certain tiredness set in, washing every other emotion away. He stumbled towards the bed as his tired legs were about to collapse. With a loud thump he let himself fall on the border of his bed. Fatigue swept over him like a raging storm surge. The weight pressed on his shoulders. He rested his elbows on his knees and dropped his head in his hands. He wanted to cry and let every feeling, he held back for too long, flow out of him. Yet there was only emptiness inside him. “Maybe I can take a nap before the celebration starts”, the thought was already slow and while he still pondered about it he dropped sideways onto the bed and fell asleep.

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He had a lot of work to do. The repair shop was flourishing these days. In front of him was a motorcycle that should be ready by the next day. “Akthaaaaar...”, a familiar voice wailed behind him. “What’s wrong?”, Bheem, at this time still Akthar to Ram, lost the focus of his work and turned around to look at the wailing man. His best friend was leaning back in a wooden chair at the desk. His long legs lay crossed but casually on the table. As usual he wore western clothes. That day it was a pair of pants the color of a rich mocha and his shirt, which seemed to be new because Bheem had never seen it before, resembled a delicate jasmine blossom. The first two buttons of the shirt were open as usual and his necklace, resting on his collarbones, invited foreign eyes to linger on. To pass the time Ram kept tossing a pen in the air and caught it again, focused by his eyes. “I am bored, Akthar!”, with that he threw the pen across the room. It shot past Bheem like an arrow, too fast for his eyes to follow. The pen hit the center of the clock hands on the clock that hung 10ft away on the wall opposite Ram. Bheem was deeply impressed, nearly shocked, by the precision of that throw. “Was that on purpose or by accident?”, he asked himself in disbelief while staring at the now broken spot in the timekeeper, which caused it to stop working. It was already past 5 o’clock, dinnertime was approaching. “EY! You don’t have to break the clock just because YOU are bored.” Bheem turned to the malefactor and was clearly angry. Ram, who at first looked proud of his accuracy was suddenly startled by Bheem’s harsh reaction. “I am sorry. Didn’t mean to break it”, Ram sounded like a 5-year-old who just got scolded by his dad. He looked at the punisher with a pair of innocent puppy-eyes. “You know, you have to pay for it!” Bheem berated him with furrowed eyebrows. However, Bheem couldn’t stand the sight of Ram’s big round eyes and pushed away the urge to go to the man and comfort him. After all, Ram destroyed the clock. Bheem took a deep breath to calm down his anger. “Anyway. Why are you here in the first place? Don’t you have an article to write or other journalist stuff you have to work on?” he asked in a soft voice and turned back to the motorcycle, since there was a lot of work left and it was already later than he expected. “Actually, no. I have some days off at the moment.” Bheem could hear that Ram took his legs off the table and heard the clothes rustle as Ram adjusted his position in his chair. "Hm, I see. So this is why you decided to come over and annoy me?” Bheem took a poke at Ram’s presence. He could hear Ram’s exaggerated gasp. “Oh I annoy you? I can go if you want me to! I don’t have to spend my time with my best friend”,Ram said, offended, in an exaggerated tearful voice. “At least, you could make yourself useful and help me with my work.” Bheem ignored the whining and gestured to Ram where he could find some tools. “And get this new shirt of mine dirty? I just bought it yesterday. No thanks! Also I am not a mechanic, this is more your thing.” Ram laughed at the suggestion. “Okay. Can’t blame you if you don’t want to learn something new and help your best and ONLY friend” Now Bheem used an overelaborate voice to mock Ram and smirked at him. “You are not my ONLY friend”. Ram was scandalized. “Is that so? Then name at least one other friend of yours!” Bheem already knew what would come next. “Ehm...yes I have friends! Sita! And... aaaand... babai!” Ram tried to give his answer as confident as possible but Bheem could see uncertainty in Ram’s eyes. “So your fiancé and your uncle are your other friends? I wouldn't consider them as friends but okay. If you say so.” Bheem threw his head back and laughed. Ram crossed his arms and pouted, which made the situation even funnier. “I have another suggestion to fight your boredom. Can you go and help Amma prepare our dinner?” Just in time Bheem’s stomach rumbled like the growl of a hungry tiger. “Yes! What a nice idea. I love helping your Amma, she is such a nice person and also it seems like you are hungry. We need to take care of it!” Ram clapped once and with a beam on his face he ran off to the kitchen. Bheem looked after him with a sad smile. Again he told him a lie, again he hid his true identity in front of the other man. The wish to tell Ram the truth grew with every day that passed. He truly loved his temporary amma and her family. They gave him a place, even a home to stay. Nonetheless, it wasn’t his real family.

It took Ram some time to return, meanwhile it had already gotten dark outside. In his hands he carried two plates. One with rice and one with curry. “Amma was worried. You haven't eaten anything since breakfast, so she made these two plates just for you.” Ram stumbled, highly focused on not falling, through the dark workshop towards Bheem. “How can you see anything in this darkness?” He asked Bheem while putting the plates on a workbench next to the still working man. The smell of curry rose in Bheem's nose and made his mouth water. His stomach rumbled again. “Oh I was so focused on my work, I didn’t even realise that it got dark. The lamp here makes just enough light to work.” Bheem pointed at the lantern which was also placed on the workbench. “You should turn on the whole light. I read that it isn’t good for your eyesight to work or read with just a bare minimum of light.” Bheem was baffled because Ram suddenly sounded like a mother and a professor at the same time. Caring, intelligent, well-read but also scolding. “Start eating before it gets cold again. I'll just get my portion quickly” Ram ran back to the kitchen. In the meantime Bheem turned away from his work, washed his hands and grabbed the plate with the curry to put it on his lap. The other plate with rice was kept nearby. As he was told, he started to eat. Ram came back from his trip to the kitchen, this time he had only one plate in his hand. “Akthar! It is still dark in here!” He complained slightly annoyed. “OH! I am so-”, Bheem couldn't finish his sentence when Ram let out a yell and tripped over an object on the dark floor. However, he was able to slow the fall a little, which meant that he did not seriously injure himself. Only a small bruise on the elbow and the food on his chest were the result of the fall. The plate of curry had hit the floor first and Ran landed directly on top of it, his chest pressed into the dish. “Fuck!”, Ram hissed between his teeth as he slowly got up again. “Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” Bheem nearly let his plate fall from his lap. He was too startled to react, the question was the only thing he was capable to think of at this moment. Ram straightened his clothes and looked down at himself. “My shirt! Damn! My brand new shirt is ruined! I will never get rid of these stains!” He was visibly annoyed and disappointed at the same time. “And the curry! What a pity. Amma will be mad at me.” He knelt down to pick up the curry from the floor. “Hm, some of it is still edible.” Ram mumbled more to himself and put the plate on the desk next to him. “So I consider that you are not hurt since the shirt is more important than your bruised elbow.” Bheem giggled with amusement. The spilled curry and the ruined shirt were more concerning to Ram than his own body issues. ”I am sorry that I didn't turn on the big light. I was so hungry I totally forgot about it.” Bheem apologised to him and tried to put on his sweetest smile. “It's done now and can't be changed. Just let me change the shirt.” Ram sighed. Suddenly time seemed to slow down as Ram crossed his arms and reached for the shirt's hem. Seconds became minutes. He pulled his white shirt out of his pants, where it was tugged in before. The delicate fabric slowly glided over the taut stomach. In the little light emitted from the lamp next to Bheem, the hollows of the muscles became dark valleys in the shadows. The contours were sharp and hard, yet the chai-colored skin seemed smooth and soft as mulberry silk. Bheem's eyes were captive to the beauty before him. He couldn't help but follow Ram's movements closely. The shirt continued to move up, revealing two muscular and well-toned pecs. Two nipples, slightly darker than the skin tone, rose like holy temples on god-made hills. At this moment, Bheem didn’t even realise that he was biting his lower lip. The light bounced from Ram’s body and it seemed as if he was bathed in honey. As if he was hypnotised, the eyes of Bheem rested on the silver pendant. “Can I borrow a shirt from you?” Ram asked still with his shirt over his head. Suddenly Bheem became very aware of himself staring at the body of the older man. Blood shot to his head and made him blush. He shook his head heavily to break the spell he was under. Did Ram notice his gaze or his blushed face? Maybe not because the lamp was standing right beside him and casting shadows on his still frozen face. "Akthar?!" Ram freed himself of the shirt and put it aside. "Sorry. Had food in my mouth. Of course. Just go to my room. Take what you want." Ram was visibly confused by Bheems' short and direct answers and his exaggerated gestures in the shadows.

As soon as Ram left the room, Bheem realised that everything inside him felt on as if it was set on fire and his heart was going too fast to count its beats. It wasn't the first time he saw Ram topless. For example when they were training together at their meeting spot outside Delhi. However, it was the first time Bheem was aroused by it and he couldn't explain to himself why. Is he in love or is he simply in need of some intimacy like any human being needs from time to time? In his tribe it wasn't uncommon to have intercourse with the same sex. But with his very bestfriend? His mind was racing and about to get lost in speculation. To distract himself and to get rid of these thoughts, he stood up and turned on the light, taking away anything romantic which could have been the reason for his feelings. He then walked back to his stool and sat down again. Shortly after, Ram came back. His torso was covered by a light blue kurta. Since Bheem was built wider, it fitted very loosely on Ram. "Ah now I don't have to be worry about stumbling again." Ram giggled and looked at the bright lamp which was hanging from the ceiling. He took his plate with the cold curry and sat down on the tripod next to Bheem. "I thought you would be done eating by now." Ram noticed the half eaten dish on Bheem's plates. "I wanted to wait for you, so you don't have to eat by yourself." Bheem answered and tried to avoid Ram's gaze. He was afraid of blushing in front of the other man. "That's nice of you! Thank you. Well then, bon Appetit! I am already starving." Ram immediately started to eat. Bheem asked himself if the man next to him either didn't notice or didn't want to notice that Bheems face turned red again and avoided any form of eye contact. For the rest of the meal, they sat in silence.

"Bheem." Bheem was staring at his empty plates in his lap, lost in thoughts. "BHEEM!" All of a sudden Ram's voice sounded like a strong echo calling for him. "Wait - did he call me by my name?" Bheem's eyes widened in surprise and he immediately turned to Ram. "Bheem..." the person of his memory, who was sitting next to him just a few seconds ago, wasn't there anymore. Instead, Bheem stared at a familiar face. Ram now had long, messy hair, like he used to wear it back then when they separated. A trail of blood ran down his forehead. A wound gaped on his head. His eyes were full of fear and pain, a tear escaped his right eye and got lost in the blood. His former soft cheeks and his tender lips had bruises on them. "Bheem. I am sorry." The injured man looked gently in the eyes of his counterpart and had the purest and softest smile on him which Bheem had never seen before. It seemed like the smile was meant to soothe Bheem. Ram’s eyes, big brown and wide, like a universe drowned in sea, telling a heartbreaking story of unspoken love and regrets. Bheem tried to reach out to Ram's face. Tears welled up in his eyes. But he couldn't reach him. Desperately he tried again. But his man of desire seemed to be getting further and further away. "Ram!" He screamed, not knowing what's happening, confused and in great concern. —--

He woke up with a searing pain in his heart like a knife had been rammed into it. Breathing heavily, he clutched his chest. His eyes raced fearfully through the room and it took him a moment, until he realised that it had all been only a dream. The pain subsided. The image of Ram's face flashed back in his mind. What did it mean? It has only been two days since they said their goodbye. Does he miss him that much already? In the two months he was on the run, he also missed his friend. He missed the person he knew before that one night, when everything completely changed. Back then he tried to hate the other side of Ram. He tried desperately, but something inside him refused to. Deep in his soul, he knew that the two men were intensely connected and he couldn't deny it. Not even after being tortured by Ram. After Sita told him the truth about Ram in Hathras, he instantly forgave him. All the pent-up and talked-up hatred fell away from him as if a dark curtain was finally being lifted again and what one had been waiting for so long was released. So this time it wasn't just missing, it was longing that Bheem carried within himself. He considered writing Ram a letter the next day.

He looks around the room again, wondering how long he might have slept. It was already dark outside and one could hear soft music and laughter. There was a bowl of rice and chicken on the small stool next to his bed, also a Lota with chai. Someone must have put it there while he slept. It looked really delicious, but he wasn't hungry. Slowly he stood up, his limbs still stiff from all the exertion. To walk to the door and open it was an effort. From the doorstep he could see the fire burning in the middle of the village. Some silhouettes were dancing and chanting around it. For some time he stood there, watching the shadows dancing upon the huts and illuminated trees nearby, holding himself tight on the doorframe. Standing straight was hard work for his body. A black figure broke free from the shadows and approached him. Only as it stood in front of him, he recognized Lacchu. “You are finally awake, huh?” Lachhu looked him up and down worriedly. “I see, your body still needs some rest. You can barely stand on your own. Let me bring you back to your bed. There will still be time to celebrate tomorrow.” Bheem nodded in agreement, still too tired to say anything. Lacchu bent his knees slightly and slid his shoulder under Bheem's armpit, using his whole body to support the strong and heavy man and gently brought Bheem towards the bed.

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 2 years

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Just out of curiosity, I watched “RRR”. My initial thoughts:

1) This is a shonen anime movie. The main characters straight up have the “lovable underdog and angsty edgelord” dynamic, it’s a shonen anime.

2) It’s a bold move to depict real life figures in a completely fictional story. On one hand, I’m not a fan of misrepresenting real people, regardless of how good the movie turns out. On the other hand, it’s kinda inspiring that the filmmakers took these real life heroes and depicted them as Captain America-like superheroes. In a way, it’s honoring their legacy, even if none of it is true.

3) You can definitely see the Quentin Tarantino influence (director mentioned he was inspired by Inglourious Basterds). The British Raj are portrayed as emasculated bullies who are no match to the gigachad main heroes. Meanwhile, Raju and Bheem are always portrayed in the most Manly way in their quest for revenge and justice. Aside from Kill Bill, that’s straight up how QT approached his revenge movies.

4) I feel like Bheem getting a white British woman as his love interest was also part of the movie’s mission to completely emasculate the British Raj. Not only is Bheem way more Manly than the British, he’s also more attractive to their own women.

5) I feel that Sita was underused. I wanted to see more from her, especially since the most we saw of her was during the finale dance sequence. But hey, this is a dudebro movie so I’m not surprised that Bheem and Raju got the most attention.

6) The way Raju and Bheem stood out against the background cast is hilarious, especially with Raju. There’ll be scenes where Raju and Bheem are with other people and they just stand out because of how handsome and ripped they are. It’s like the casting director specifically looked for the most normal-looking, just-got-pulled-off-the-street people for the extras.

7) I watched Bollywood movies before so I wasn’t that surprised by the impossible physics. That being said, I laughed my ass off at the scene where the tree falls on the British governor’s car, which sent him flying upwards. Then, during mid-flight, the governor grabbed his rifle and shot at Raju’s car. That one shot then blew off a whole wheel, which somehow flipped the car like a gust of wind hit it.

8) My favorite battle was the midway fight scene. One, the British army somehow completely folded because they were being attacked by animals. Two, the fight between Bheem and Raju straight up reminded me of Naruto and Sasuke. They even had a moment where they were about to clash in mid-air with their signature elements.

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My favorite films of 2022:

-Close -Everything Everywhere All at Once -The Fabelmans -Glass Onion -Matilda -The Menu -The Outfit -RRR -Top Gun: Maverick -The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

#close #everything everywhere all the time #fabelmans #glass onion #matilda #the menu #the outfit #rrr tarak charan #top gun maverick #unbearable weight of massive talent #best of 2022

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ronaldofandom · 1 year

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Others: How many times have you seen RRR?

Me: Yes

Others: So you watch it when you are happy or sad or grumpy or wistful or celebratory or bored?

Me: Yes

Others: Did you even watch it on New Year's Eve and on New Year's Day?

Me: Yes

Others: Do you think Charak is friendship or bromance or something more?

Me: Yes

Others: Are you in love with Tarak?

Me: YES, HELL YES, A THOUSAND TIMES YES

#rrr #ntr jr #jr ntr #tarak #charak #rrr tarak charan #rrr incorrect quotes

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mish-ka · 2 years

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Main Hoon Gumsum

A/N: Heyyy Sorry for the late update but I’ve been busy doing some moving around. So sorry for the delay. I hope you like it.

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It felt like a dream. A beautiful dream that Ram yearned for. A dream that Ram knew wouldn’t last for long. A dream that Ram knew was bond to break. Yet the memories of the dream and Y/N were what kept Ram going on with his day.

After last night, all he can think about is Y/N. Even his work couldn’t divert his attention away from Y/N’s thoughts. It was driving his fellow officers crazy that he wasn’t focused on his work today.

His mind kept travelling to Y/N’s round face that has a serene glow like the moon. Ram sometimes wonders the way her face would fit in his palms with such ease, not that he would try to something like that. Yet.

Her big lotus like eyes, that resemble the richness of honey and the gentleness of Earth. They appear intoxicating to anyone that dares to look into them.

Her plump lips that just flash her beautiful dimpled smile. A smile that you can’t even lift your eyes from. Her smile is the most beautiful thing that extends to showcasing her precious soul.

Her voluptuous body and the way she styles her saree just takes Ram's heart away. Her long hair that kiss her lower back. And last night when she had tucked her pallu away around her waist was just...it was something Ram cannot describe.

Her jewellery that seemed to look even better just because she was the one who wore them. It was like she is the one to that adds character and life to the ornaments.

Her alta cladded hands that Ram just wants to hold in his own cold ones. The soft and warm hands that seem to know what they are doing, but elegantly.

Her payal that clashes against the ground making his heart beat quicken. It was like she matched that chiming of the payal with his heart on purpose.

And her fragrance…her fragrance is sweet, yet intoxicating. Sweet like a mother’s embrace, who wants to hide you from your sorrows and pain. Intoxicating like an apsara waiting to seduce you to forget your reality. And Ram just wants to give in.

The night he spent with Y/N last night was the best memory Ram had made in awhile. A break from his day to day cruel life. He got to know a lot about her yesterday while they talked during dinner.

Spending time with Y/N, is like an escape from the harsh truth that is his reality. His job. And the brutality of it. Just being with Y/N makes him forget all about it.

It’s crazy that he has met her the day before yesterday, however there is a certain pull that he feels towards her. It makes Ram want to be in her presence.

To let lose of his pain, and break down completely, only for her to fix him and put it back.

Forget all about what how he betrays his own brothers, hands them over to vicious hands of the British Government. How he has to control his anger whenever he sees a British soldier abusing the civilians.

But alas, that escape from his reality didn’t last for much longer. And here he is back at his work standing in from of a mob of protestors.

“Lala Lajpat Rai ko azaad karo! Azaad karo!” [Release our leader, Lala Lajpat Rai!]

The mob doesn’t seem to be backing down from their demands, and had Ram not been in the place that he was, he wouldn’t have backed down either.

The fence shook violently and so did the courage of the officers stand beside him in the front lines. It was apparent that the mob wasn’t gonna back down.

Stand tall like a mountain, Ram faces the crowd fearlessly, whereas his fellow officers back up in fear as the protesters being to bang fire torches at the fence, causing fire embers to fly towards the police station.

In the background, he can hear the British officer demand for more troops to help them. Yet Ram’s focus doesn’t waver away from the angry crowd.

Just then, one of his Sikh brother throws a rock over the fence. The airborne rock precisely manages to clash with a photograph of Scott Buxton.

Watching his photograph shatter on the ground makes Ram feel smug on the inside. He couldn’t be more proud of his Sikh brother, who managed to aim so precisely.

However that pride doesn’t last for long as his British Superior begins to shout in his obnoxious voice and obnoxious accent. “Arrest that bastard!…And bring him to me!”

And it is at this moment that Ram realizes that he could’ve just stayed home, and spent the day with Y/N, maybe showing her around and getting to know him.

They say that the crash from dreams to reality is quite brutal and now Ram understands why.

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Y/N L/N, the youngest daughter in her household. The Lakshmi of her parents house, the apple of her parents eye, the beloved sister of her older brother and sister, and the mischievous sister-in-law for her jijaji and bhabhi.

All her life, Y/N has been sheltered by her protective family. Being the youngest, she has also had the liberty of being able to get away with anything.

Being of progressive thoughts, her parents didn’t mourn like others when Y/N or her sister were born. Instead they celebrated their birth, going as far as proclaiming that they had been blessed with two Lakshmi in their house.

Her parents being barristers themselves, they never believed in the idea that women shouldn’t be educated. Instead, to prove the society wrong, they taught both their daughters to read and write. For her parents, both her sister and Y/N are Saraswati, Lakshmi, and Gauri.

Now both her sister and her can overcome any obstacles thrown their way by the society. Her sister is an author that spreads her thoughts of freedom, and Y/N spreads her knowledge by teaching children.

Her brother ignored any of his friends that mocked both her sister and Y/N and taught both of them to defend themselves. Where her sister wasn’t as interested as Y/N learned archery, gun shooting, and how to fight with a dagger.

Whenever their mother was busy, Y/N’s older sister helped raised her. She would sing Y/N a lullaby to put Y/N’s curious mind at rest. Her older sister was her shield from all the negativity that surrounded their relatives and the world.

Since her parents were barrister fighting for the freedom and independence of Bharat, Y/N’s childhood was surrounded by freedom fighters who would rest at their house under rouse.

The name her parents had made for themselves was enough to invoke fear in the officers minds. They wouldn’t search their house, even if they knew that the freedom fighters were in there.

Which is why, Y/N is never afraid of speaking her mind when it comes to injust the Britishers inflict on the poor citizens. And which is also why the scene in front of her is so infuriating.

A crowd is formed around a garage, and the sound of poor citizen getting whipped by a arrogant British officer, all while the British lady accompanying him stands horrified.

Breaking through the crowd, Y/N is faced with a built man in a white kurta being hit by a ruthlesd British officer. Y/N glances around and notices how everyone is boiling in anger yet no one says anything.

A yelp from the man reverts her attention back the scene in front of her. It causes her an unknown pain as the man continues to cry out in pain while the officer doesn’t stop.

A weird connection pulls her towards the man in the kurta. A connection similar to the one she felt with Ram, yet so different. A more brotherly bond towards him.

Another cry of pain and Y/N launches herself between the man and the officer. “I suggest you stop, officer.”

The officer halts his action and turns towards Y/N with scowl on his face. A mocking smirk dances on his lips as he raises his brow at her.

“And what if I don’t, brown rubbish.” The officer has the gall to say, as if that wasn’t the most racist thing.

Before the officer, Robert, even has time to react, his belt has transferred from his hands to the woman’s, in front of him. It frightens him at the speed she moves at.

A smirk tugs on Y/N’s face as she pulls at the belt, presenting it to the officer. “Call me brown rubbish once more. I dare you.”

“You’re quite cocky, aren’t you?” Robert snarls back, not wanting to lose to a lower class Indian. And that too a girl.

Y/N’s smirk just widens, and she looks directly into Robert’s eyes, as if challenging him. “Hello kettle.”

Robert grits his teeth at the woman using English proverbs to mock him. Taking a step forward, he gets right into her face. “I could have you arrested, you know.”

While the two continue to glare at each other, Bheem just watches from his spot from the ground. His body itches forward as the officer takes a step towards the woman.

The unknown woman, who Bheem feels like he must protect, like Malli. A unknown protective that he has only felt towards Malli. It was weird yet it somehow made sense.

He felt a sisterly bond to the woman who has stepped in to save him from the officer. Standing fiercely like Maa Kali in front of the officer, not even an ounce of fear or nervousness in her eyes.

It is admiring at how she radiates the aura of divinity and Shakti. She has everyone’s attention trained on her with how captivating she is in her stand-off.

Standing in front of the man, like an unmoving mountain that even the most determined winds can’t move. That even the wildest of fired can’t destroy. A mountain that even water can’t dissolve.

“Go ahead, my dear. My mother and father are barrister, you must’ve heard of them, M/N and F/N L/N.” The bengali woman says with a pleased look on her face.

The woman who accompanied Robert gasps and instantly steps forward to pull him away from Y/N. It seems that Robert understands who she is, as even he is pale.

Without saying a word, Robert turns around, his face a bright red from the embarrassment and anger from what has just transpired between him and this brown woman.

Y/N and everyone else watches as the man and the lady drive away on the motorcycle. They all let out an sigh of relief and the crowd defuses from around them.

Bheem watches as the woman’s fierce eyes dissolves into a soft warmth as soon as they land on him, like dirt in water. The woman steps forward and kneels in front of him with such grace that its impossible to believe that she is the one who made that officer run away.

He doesn’t even notice when she takes his wounded arm into her hands. But her soft voice breaks his trance, “Dada, aapko dard ho raha hai kya?” [Brother, are you in any pain?]

“Nahi, per shukriya mujhe bachane keliye.” Bheem appreciates the woman for her help. [No, but thank you for saving me.]

Y/N softly frowns at the man, and says, “Ab aap apni behen ko shukriya bologe, Dada?” [So now you’ll say thank you to your sister, brother?]

A smile tugs on Bheem’s face at her words. It’s true that she does feel like a sister to him. “Mere naam Akhtar hai, aur tum?” [My name is Akhtar, and you are?]

It kills Bheem to lie to her. An overwhelming guilt washes over him for having lied to her. And its a little unusual but not bad. But Bheem must lie to her, if not for himself, then for her own safety.

“Mera naam Y/N L/N hai.” Y/N answers him back as she helps him off the ground. [My name is Y/N L/N.]

“Tum yahan nayi aai ho na?” Bheem can tell from the accent that lingers even when she tries to speak hindi. [You’re new here, aren’t you?]

Y/N sighs and nods her head with a smile. “Ji, Dada. Hum yahan do din pehle aaye hai.” [Yes, brother. I arrived just two days ago.]

Bheem shakes his head in understanding, and then turns to her with his bright eyes. “Aaj humare saath raat ka khaana kha kar hi jao na?” [Will you have dinner with us tonight?]

Unfortunately for Bheem, Y/N just shakes her head with a grim smile. “Aaj nahi, Akhtar Dada. Lekin kisi aur din.” [Not today, Akhtar Dada. But some other day.]

Anyday, Y/N would’ve accepted Akhtar’s offer in a heartbeat, but she had to make dinner for Ram. And after last night, she enjoyed having dinner with him.

Bheem nods at her, though he is quite disheartened himself. But she said some other day, so maybe he can invite her some other time for dinner.

Soon, the two bid goodbye to each other, with Bheem reminding Y/N to take care and get home safely. Y/N, on the other hand, reminds him to apply herbs on his wounds and to take care.

The two depart with a beautiful brotherly-Sisterly bond. The bond between Water and Earth.

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Y/N paces the floor, her eyes travelling to the sky and then to the front door of Ram’s house. Here she is, seated at the steps of her house, waiting for Ram to return.

It’s dark and quiet at night, with the street all empty and only lit by the moonlight and lanterns that hang from their neighbours and their houses.

Anxiety and nervousness tears at her stomach as she wonders about all the reasons Ram could be late. Even if she tries, she can’t push the dark thoughts that somehow wiggle into her brain.

What if Ram wasn’t coming home tonight? What if he was attacked by some British officer? What if he become a target of their brutality?

It was hard to keep her thoughts under control, yet she tried her best. Even her book wasn’t interesting enough to take her mind off of worrying about Ram. She can’t believe that she is worrying over a man she met two days ago, yet here she is.

Y/N can’t help it. Ram has unknowingly provided her with a sense of security and protection. It makes her feel at home. Just how she felt when she lived with her parents.

Any fears of loneliness have been driven away just by his mere presence. Any fears of anything harmful happening to her vanished just at one look at his bulging arm muscles.

Yes. She did shamelessly admired him from her kitchen last night. When he was seated on that jhula, his eyes trained on his hands, he failed to notice that she could watch him from the window.

His soft smile tugged at her heart strings, and all she wanted to do was gift him with all the happiness in this world. All she wants is to make him smile like that all the time.

His fluffy hair make her hands itch with the need to run her fingers through them. Feel how soft they are. Feel how silky they are when she runs her fingers through it. Wants to know what it feels like to give him a head massage.

His eyes…she just wants to take a dive and then continue to drown in them, without a care of the world. Never wale up from the dreams that she will be pulled into just from the magnitude of his eyes.

His tall and muscular build that looks great in suspenders but appear breathtaking whenever he wears a kurta at night. It just takes her breath away when he walks in with a kurta on.

And his fragrance. His fragrance is different from others. Its mixture of an Earthy and musk like scent that makes her head spin just from a whiff of it. And that too during the jhula incident.

He is just overall a little too handsome in Y/N’s eyes. It should be crime to look that great, even with that moustache. Actually. Especially with that moustache.

But alas, enough of this shamelessly admitting that she finds Ram handsome. It’s a topic for a different time. Maybe she should write a book on him, take a few notes and tips from her sister.

The sound of heavy boots hitting the ground is enough to pull her out of her inappropriate thoughts and onto the man that is staggering his way down the street.

Almost on instinct, she rushes forward to help this poor man. Just as she gets close enough, the man lifts his gaze from the ground and towards her.

The light from the lantern hits the man’s face and what Y/N witnesses is enough to make her gasp, and place a hand over her mouth in horror. Her eyes scan the man’s face, and she finally manages to gather the courage.

“Ram?”

Main hoon gumsum,

Tu bhi khamosh hai.

A/N: Sorry for the cringe scene between Bheem and Y/N. I need coffee right nkw.

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