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mera-mann-kehne-laga · 1 year

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Ok dare anon, here you go:

So as instructed by anon ji, i have to describe mere some mutuals in some few sentences.

@hell-lit011019 (Lilu di) -meri pyaaaari beautiful inside-out most favourite didu who's THE BEST and the most caring, loving and cute person I know. Writes bht badhiya poems. Very self-depricating and suicidal most of the time but won't let you do anything bad to yourself and would always always chear you up. Loves spamming me and dropping cute pics in inbox when I'm feeling low. Didu u have no idea how grateful I am to you. And I always will be. *teary eyed* Lobe you

@vellibandi (Sharmaa jiiii) -the srk to my mahima ji, and the flynn to my Rapunzel <3 bheri smart and cute and cool and caring didi who writes bheeeeri well and is the only valid person on this earth lol.

@terimummykejai (yashika di Paagal aurat) -my bandi (yeah we're dating) and my ex-srk. Bht dhokebaaz ldki. Simp. Obsessed with novels and kdrama and kpop and has THE BEST Instagram stories. DROP DEAD GORGEOUS. Inki kaatilana Aankhein toh haaaaayee.

@mainapnifavouritehoon (Humari Geet madam): the sweetest didi who's veeery good at hyping you up about the tiniest stuff haha. My ultimate source of validation. Has EXCELLENT taste in music and is so very similar to mine! Desperately looking for her Aditya, writes beautiful kavitaayein and is VEEEERRYY GORGEOUS BEAUTIFUL SUNDAR ADBHUT.

@ekcupchaide (momo ji)- humari personal lawyer ji and the chai supplier of desiblr. Is herself baawli but calls me baawli aurat. Satkeli. Adorable and phunny.

@merapehlapyaarwaapasaagaya - kind of mom figure hehe. Gives the best advice. Pretty, sweeeeeeet, caring and loving. Idk what I'd have done if she hadn't been there lol. Di me loves you <<<33333

@midnight-rainnnn (meri chotu si cute si satkeli Disha) -bhai aapki to kya hi taareef krein. Mere pass Shabd hi nhi Hain tere bare me kuch bolne ke liye T-T (kuch bolne laayak ho tab na) Bht pyaari behna who's obsessed with killing and choosing violence over peace. Verrryy creative and paints and draws bht pyaaaara. Has excellent taste in music (loves hozier and tay tay bhai ofc). One of the very first ppls I got to know here.

@thewinchestergirl1208 (Apni Madhu Di) -the first desi person I saw here and my very first human follower lol. Caring and loving and pyaari <3

@remen-nyoodles (raman Bhai) -suuuuuper cool bhaiyya ji, nerd, clicks beautiful moon pics, loves space stuff and cursed stuff. Is very done with Shanti Di's dad jokes lol

@the-eternal-seeker (Avi bhaai)- caring cool cute sweet and funny bhai who never leaves a chance to pull your leg and rn is desperately waiting for me to send him a song cover haha. Thank you for being there. Love you <<3

@just-another-godless-god (ahana baccha) -our cute little baby who's bherii smoll. Super sweet and loving.

@mindless-musing (humari Sonu di) -bohooot caring and sweet didi who'll always cheer you up and check up in you if you're doing well or not and will make sure if you're alright. I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT WHEN SHE SPAMS ME!

@indulging-in-love-or-rage (Meri jaan Krish aka my nincompoop) -loves me, poetry, dark academia, sunsets, Greek mythology, timmy and the Moon and a lot many things. Is one of the sweetest and most adorable people I know. Very cute hehe. I love his voice. Beautiful, Loving, caring, passionate, VERY TALENTED. Will do anything to make sure he's loved ones are alright.

Bus Yaar anon ji Mai thak gya aur nhi Hoga mere se T-T

#me loves you aaaalll #Thank you for everything

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ramcharantitties · 2 years

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Resham ka

Ram x reader (nsfw)

summary- Your clothes were itchy, and you wanted to wear one of your husband's lose clothes. What you didn't know was that it was one of his hidden fantasies

special thanks to @infusedchaos and the one Loki imagine I read 10 months ago

You finally picked up your plate and kept it in sink, washing your hands. The day was just as simple- got up early, made tea and breakfast, served breakfast for Ram and yourself, chatted about the day, bathed, went to finish your papers while Ram left for work, had lunch and made dinner for Ram and yourself, with other chores in middle.

But there was only one problem. Your blouse and skirt were tight. Maybe it was because your usual tailor put someone else on work, or used your old measurements for the pieces. Whatever it was, the itchiness and stiff shoulders were not helping and only irritating more.

You looked at Ram, reading another book, rocking right and left on his chair. The circular lamp glowed silently, the one he kept on so you can sleep peacefully. You stood behind him, unwrapping your saree.

You quietly laid down on the bed, wondering if you should just take off your blouse. But then you will have to sleep with a blanket and it was already too hot. The itchiness wasn't making your position any easy. You looked at Ram then. He was wearing a t shirt, and oh, how you wished to wear something loose and light. Ram had a lot of old shirts in his closet, and you sat up on your elbow with an idea.

You got up from your bed, Ram still engrossed in his book. You creeped up behind him, your hands on his shoulders. He didn't even look at you. "Ram?" you called out. You got a half hum in reply. "Can I wear your old shirt tonight?" You got a hum in reply again. You skipped to his cupboard, taking out an old shirt, taking of your blouse and wearing the shirts.

You finally let out a heavy sigh of relief and walked back to the bed- when Ram finally looked at you. "Oh" he muttered and you turned around, your cheeks red. "What?" you asked, sitting down.

Ram's eyes trailed on your figure. The shirts were bigger for him too, but you looked like a mouse in them. He really wanted to see where till it reached though- see how you look only in his shirt. "Isn't the, skirt tight?" He sat back, rolling the chair to face you. "Yeah?" you asked. "Take it off na" he said, running his tongue over his lips.

"Ram I will be in nothing then" you said, half wondering his idea. "Arey, you will be in my shirt then" he smirked. Your eyebrows furrowed, questioning his intentions. Until you realized, he was turned on by seeing you in his shirt. You shook your head. "What if someone sees?" you asked, getting up. "No one will see yaar, it's so late, who will come at this time?" he urged.

You walked to where you kept your saree, undid the knots and took of your skirt. Ram inhaled behind you. You wore nothing but the simple black glass bangles, anklets and mangalsutra with gold loop earrings, your hair open. And of course, the shirt. It reached till just above your knees, the sleeves hanging off your shoulders like cloth on a hanger. He was amused.

"Are you going to sleep now?" Ram asked and you nodded. "Come here" he said, and you walked to him, your hands on his shoulders. He held your waist gently, looking up at you. "Sleep with me" he said and you chuckled. "I sleep with you everyday" you bent down, kissing his nose. "No like, here" he said and you looked at him. "Ram this is a chair" you said and he nodded, "it will break" he furrowed his eyebrows. "Just try once" Ram asked and you sighed. You turned to your left, sitting down on his lap when he stopped you.

"Not like this" he said. Ram pulled your left leg apart, a small shiver at his hand touching your thigh. Then he sat you down on his lap, your legs on either side of the chair. "Ok" you said, your hands coming around him. "This is, comfier" you finished and he smiled. You kissed his nose again, his cheeks warm.

His hands came around your waist and trailed down, caressing your ass. Ram's movement made your cheeks blush bright red and you hid your face in his shoulder, erupting a chuckle from him. "Y/n?" he said and you hummed in his shoulder. He rocked his hips forward to get comfier and a small gasp left your mouth. "Do you want to try something?"

"What?" you looked in his eyes. "Well, you just have to sit" he said and your eyebrows furrowed. "i am sitting?" you asked, leaning back to straighten yourself. Your back found the edge of the table and you leaned on it. "yeah but, sit, on it" ram said, a blush growing on his cheeks too.

"On the table?" you asked, getting up. Ram grabbed your waist again, slamming you back in his lap. "No! On my co-" your eyebrows raised in surprise and delight when he didn't finish his sentence. Ram, embarrassed, mused at your smile. "So I have to just sit on it?" Ram nodded.

"One more, come on" your husband, your dear Ram was a lying scum. He said you will just have to sit on it, so you did. You slid down on his girth wordlessly, and he held you there, until he started his little ministrations.

Right now you didn't understand how you got in this situation, crying, limp in his lap- all because of his shirt. "You've only came five times, jaan" he looked in your wet eyes, and you shut them again, hiding and whimpering in his neck. "One more then we will sleep" he said and heard you whine. "I-i want you" you moaned when Ram already started circling your abused, puffed clit.

You held his collars and grinded on his cock, rock hard inside you, when he hissed. "I said no moving" he rasped in a stern tone and you nodded, tears wetting his shirt. From all the previous attention to your sweet little cunt, you were already nearing your high. "Ram, please, I am" you couldn't even finish your sentence, when tears streamed down the side of your face and the coil in your body snapped. Your toes curled and your fingers grasped his shirt, finding anything to not lose yourself.

Ram hooked his arms under your knees and picked you in one motion, laying you down on bed. Still inside you, he grabbed your hips and pulled himself out completely- only to slam back. Your back arched, hands losing all power as you tapped on the bed.

Ram mercilessly snapped his hips in you, the shirt you wore only adding to his fantasies. He saw the pool of white you made on the base of his cock, and felt his own high coming. You screamed for his name and he couldn't help moaning yours too. The room smelled of candle and sex as he sucked on your neck, coming. After your seventh orgasm he finally calmed down, cuddling your fucked out figure with nothing but his shirt on.

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yagynaseni · 10 months

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I don’t know what I did to deserve someone as wonderful as you, but I am eternally grateful to have your love, support, and affection..

You send me such a beautiful ask.. But you know you are so sweet and cute.. If you think I'm lying to you..

You can just stand in front of mirror and see your eyes.. The love inside your eyes is soo deep like blue ocean.. And people around you sing a song for you "ankhon Mai doob Jane ko hum bekaar baithe hai Ek pal Mai sab lautane ko tujhpe hi yaar baithe hai"

Now see your smile that little curve holds the thousands of life it's more like "Jaadu Chhaya Hai Tera Jaadu Ho Ho, kaabu dil pe nahi hai kaabu ,sapno ki pari itna toh bata rehti hai khaan tera naam hai kya"..

You are such a beautiful person ..lots of love to you God bless you always 💕

heyyy Annie!! you're the sweetest T~T aaaggghhh I can't stop grinning noww😭🌌

#debbie's mutuals<33 #she's one of the sweetest mutuals<33 #annie💌

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rorapostsbl · 2 years

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pyaar karte the saajna. -karman-

i am absolutely, a-b-s-o-l-u-t-e-l-y gone for kartik & as a ritual, we fanfic writers make our beloved folks suffer :)

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kartik had known, from the very start, aman wasn't the one to flaunt their relationship all-around.

considering the situation, and the homophobia that was very prevalent in the country— he always nudged aman to let lose, to let go, and somewhere, deep down, muffled and repressed was the ever-present need of kartik.

the hope that one day, aman will proudly hold his hand. that one day, his aman will stand up for them, stand up for their love.

despite it all, kartik understood— all of aman's hesitations, his cover-ups, his refusal. it was alright, because the moment they'd enter their home, aman would shed all his paranoia and be himself.

the night where kartik first got to know how shameless the shorter man could really be, ended with him being spooned from behind, limbs aching and lovebites littered all over his body, lips swollen and red.

his heart had thumped loudly that night, next to aman's light snores, when even in sleep, aman tightened his grip around kartik, almost as if scared, that he'd disappear.

the small hope bloomed again, the stupid wish of being able to flaunt his lovebites— to scream at the world, he was aman's, and aman was his.

looking back now, kartik's heart clenches painfully, a sob bubbling up his throat as he wishes to repeatedly smack himself — the tears fall as if does so, repeating to himself, angrily,

"gadha hai tu, gadha. kyu vishwas kiya uspe? kyu umeed ki, ki ek dinn voh teri side lega, sabke samne. kyu?"

that's how he falls asleep that night, muffled sobs by his crumpled up pride flag— kartik's heart aches as he remembers aman hanging them up all around their home during pride month.

he curses himself again, for being so stupid, holding the pride flag tighter under the unrelenting cold and the dim moonlight, limbs hurting to move. tears fall down, as he wishes he'd just forget.

forget aman, his love, his devotion, his affection, his everything — how aman made kartik feel seen, understood and loved.

forget all those nights they spent together in their bedroom beneath the twinkling fairy lights — "accha lagega yaar aman! dekh na, kitna romantic lagta hai!" kartik had said, in hopes of pursuing aman to let him decorate the bedroom — he wanted to forget all of it.

every night, morning, spent under the covers, aman's hand in his, aman's lips pressed sweetly against his, as a 'good morning'

despite all his failed attempts, kartik still hoped, that in the middle of this cursed night, aman would show up — would silence all his worries and his pain — every clack against the metal doors, every hallucination of a footstep, every crackle in the night, he hoped— and for the first time, aman didn't show up.

kartik fell asleep, exhausted, tear stains on his cheeks, angry curses at himself in his mind, and his heart? it longed for aman to come and hold him tight.

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aman, who had locked himself in his bedroom, refused to listen, to come out at the request of his mom.

he didn't care, he couldn't care — all he wanted was to go to kartik, say sorry for how miserably he'd failed them, their love, and beg for forgiveness.

aman waited impatiently, feet tapping continuously against the floors as he paced around. his mind was flooded with kartik — his jaan — being beaten up ruthlessly by his father.

aman scoffed at his thought. father? which parent would beat their kid's innocent lover? no matter how baffling it was — how could he even think of that?

aman deflated as he thought of what he'd said, in a flurry of emotions, "ab hilna mat yaha se." maybe kartik would have made a run, like aman so desperately wanted him to, at the time, but he, himself was angry at kartik — but more so at everything that had transpired.

his family would never change, he knew. that's why he denied to ever let kartik come near them, his paranoia came out to be true.

when it finally hit 4am in the morning, aman slowly opened the lock to his door, cautiously stepping out incase chacha or his parents had been waiting outside all night, knowing he'd come out — for kartik.

he was met with silence, a lightening up sky. aman wrapped his arms around himself at the cold air that greeted him, washing away all the tiredness he held. there was still a lingering worry, where was kartik?

the man looked around, cautious of not alerting anyone — as he climbed down the stairs, footsteps light — he felt like a outsider in his own home.

he wasn't sure if it was home anymore — aman sighed. then, he saw kartik — laying dead asleep in the charpai that had been around before he had even been born into the household.

a snippet of life came back to him — his father cradling his head in his arms, as they both lay together under the stars, in the summer that made it impossible to sleep inside the rooms, which would grow unbearably hot.

aman would cry because he couldn't sleep — and then shankar tripathi would take him out to the angaan, point to all the stars and lull him to sleep.

now, years after, he sees the love of his life lay there, tears stained in his cheeks, curled in, nothing but a pride flag covering him in a meek offer to protect him from the harsh cold all night long.

aman feels his heart break, and the urge to run away washes over him, again. just as it had did all his life — the urge to run, to cower, to buy some more time because he'd never been brave enough, never been strong enough.

he fights it this time, each step he takes towards kartik, and not away from him — just as he had done not even a day ago. he should've been there, if nothing, atleast been there and gotten beaten with kartik instead of leaving him alone.

kneeling down, once he is close enough, he sits there — lost on what to do. is he even worth touching the man anymore? would kartik like it, for his coward of a boyfriend to return after everything has been done?

his mind screams at him to not to, but aman does it anyway, helpless infront of the face which had been there, holding his hand and providing him strength every step on the way, whenever his legs wobbled.

raising a slightly trembling hand, aman brushes away the stray locks which had been ruffled — no longer gelled upwards. his hand cups the latter's face, heart in his throat as he grows anxious, fingers tapping against the limp cheeks, which once would've been smiling even in their sleep.

"kartik?" aman calls out, hushed and urgent, as he shakes him more violently. his heart thuds in his chest as he feels himself go numb, urgency washing away his rationality as he grabs just where kartik had been bruised—

resulting in kartik yelping awake, a frown taking over as he pushes away the hand who'd pressured the dark red wound— in the shape of a lathi.

aman deflates, whispering a "sorry" as he waits for kartik to regain his consciousness and understand it's him.

he sees the exact moment kartik looks up, from where he'd been consolingly rubbing his wound to calm the pain down — into his eyes. aman's heart cracks abit more as he sees kartik avert eye contact, the eyes which once wouldn't leave his, now refusing to meet his.

gathering courage, and abit of the lost strictness, he says, "chal uth. mere room chal, waha pe so." and gets up, hands rubbing themselves nervously on his pants.

"nahi jana mujhe. mein ja rha hu delhi, tu apne kusum ke saath karlio happy ending." kartik sounds defeated, disappointed and most scariest of all — void of the fighting spirit he always had. even when aman chided him for his childish ways.

aman begins to feel frustrated tears well up, he says, begs — "nahi karni shaadi. tu chal, tu kahi nhi ja rha."

kartik still hasn't looked at him, he notes with a crushed spirit. he wants to reach out, so badly, grab kartik and shove in the fact that without kartik, aman would be nothing but a lifeless soul.

"kartik," aman pleads, desperation wearing him out as he grabs the taller's face, forcing him to look into aman's eyes. his beard pricks his palms, a rush of nostalgia leave aman breathless.

how many times have they done this?

he lets out a choked out sound when he sees kartik on the verge of tears— they fall down as he closes his eyes, unwilling to make eyecontact still.

"kartik yaar," aman pleads again, more desperate, "mat kar esa mere saath. terko pata hai na—" he's cut off by the other. kartik speaks, his voice a gruff rumble, parched because he hasn't spoken since hours more than usual.

its frustrated, tired and so unlike kartik's usual cheery voice, his blinding smile that would make aman fall in love all over again.

"nhi kar sakta mein yeh sab, aman." he says, defeat evident in his voice as his hands place themselves over aman's, squeezing it tightly. aman's heart soars at the small touch.

"tu hai mera baby strongest. mein nhi ban sakta strong — mein nhi dekh sakta terko uss kiran ke saath—"

"kusum hai uska naam, kartik"

he lets out a groan in protest— "nhi farak padta mujhe kya hai uska naam. mein ja rha hu delhi, happy married life." he says resolutely, hands pulling away from where they were interwined with aman's.

"bolne dega mujhe ki bas khudki bolke bhagna hai?"

kartik stills, eyeing him suspiciously before he sighs, rolling his eyes. "bol. aur agar tune wapas shaadi ki bakwas ki toh mein ja rha, wapas mudd ke dekhunga tak nhi."

he knew that was a lie, aman knew it was a lie. aman pretended as if though it wasn't — and continued, hands snaking around kartik's neck.

the shorter pulls him close— foreheads touching. for a moment, kartik wishes to resist — wishes that he had the strength to walk away and not listen to what the other had to say.

he never had the strength, not today, not yesterday, never.

so he listens, forehead against aman's and feels a weight lift off his shoulders. aman is gentle with his hands, running them down his back, as he impossibly steps in closer, until he's stopped by the charpai and kartik is doused in aman's scent.

"sun ab, meri baat," aman demands, voice soft as he stares into the depths of kartik's soul. kartik hides them away, again, afraid he'd let out the pain he acted obvious to.

aman, staring into the closed eyes of his lover, begins— knowing kartik is listening.

he knows he's risking so much, doing this out in the tripathi angaan, where any moment someone might wake up, or worse, set out searching for him.

but as aman takes in kartik's form, hands settled on his bare back, where lathi marks are still visible — he desperately wishes he could erase them all and mark kartik with his love instead.

wishes. that's all he's done, wished for this, wished for that, wished for a happy ending with kartik. he realises this now— in the most unconventional way possible, you have to act in order to fulfill your wishes.

"pyaar karta hu tujhse mein. pagal sa ho jata hu jab tujhse baat nhi hoti, ya jhagda lag jata hai—"

"toh fir aaya kyu nhi, mujhe tere baap ke lathi se bachane?" kartik quips up, eyes opening and instantly locking with aman's intense ones. he loses his breath seeing aman upclose after so long, eyes immediately falling shut.

"darr gaya tha mein. samaj nhi aaya kya karta — ek taraf mera sperm donor," aman pauses, fighting the urge to kiss the shy smile that takes over kartik's face as he speaks, "aur ek taraf tu, meri jaan."

another sigh.

"nhi kar rha kusum se shaadi. ha, hai galti meri, par kya karta yaar kartik. jo teri safety ke liye sahi laga, voh kiya meine." he prays kartik understands— hears and sees the genuineness in his being.

"humesha se bhaagte hi aaya hu, kabhi himat nhi mili ye sab karne ki. par aaj samaj aaya, mere baap ki maar toh choti kimat hai tere pyaar ke liye."

aman barely speaks over a whisper, words he'd wished to keep inside spilling away in the face of the vulnerability kartik shows as he listens to aman.

"kaha jayega mujhe leke?"

aman grins, eyes crinkling up as he plants a kiss on the latter's lips— for the first time, uncaring of who sees.

he feels as if he can breathe properly again. kartik gave him a chance at redemption. he's not going to miss any of it.

"chal mere saath, mere room mein. baki jo karna hai mein karunga."

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a/n: my usual tags won't be here cuz it's not a rrr fic. worry not people, still as obsessed with rambheem.

but, karman deserve love as well 💓✋🥺 will be posted in my ao3 account soon.

lmk if u wanna be tagged in my karman fics.

#shubh mangal zyada saavdhan #karman #kartikaman #amankartik #kartik x aman #aman x kartik #aman tripathi #kartik singh #smzs

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muznew · 28 days

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Nothing But. Techno (Raw/Deep/Hypnotic), Vol. 07

- Artists: Animuss, The Digital Blonde, Atomas 303, Istar Project, Air-T, Speed Brown, David Bean, Marino Rispo, Kamilo Sanclemente, Alec Ben, Arman Bas, Dave Zee (SP), Aerobicon, PROYAL, Craig Kennan, Hivanova, VCI, Sixten, Toxic Scientist, Bigtopo, Jose Santamarina, Trey Vinter, Shelley Harland, S.O., Kennedy One, Denis Kenzo, VAMER, Cade Dj, Strobe Connector, Black Ahead, Dj Joys, Skyvol, Gerry Galago, Mika Kitten DATE CREATED: 2024-03-29 Label: Nothing But Tracklist : 1. Animuss - Blending(Original Mix) 2. The Digital Blonde, Atomas 303 - What Happens After Dark(The Digital Blonde) 3. Istar Project, Air-T - Wonderland(Extended Mix) 4. Speed Brown, David Bean - Thunder In The Sky(Original Mix) 5. Marino Rispo - WuauWuau(Chris Vannucci Remix) 6. Kamilo Sanclemente - Away(Nomas Remix) 7. Alec Ben - Moon(Original Mix) 8. Arman Bas, Dave Zee (SP) - Citizens Of Cyberia(Extended Mix) 9. Aerobicon - Hard Lessons(Raw Techno Edit) 10. PROYAL - Yaar(Original Mix) 11. Read the full article

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djmusicbest · 28 days

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Nothing But. Techno (Raw/Deep/Hypnotic), Vol. 07

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manoshgeeechs · 2 months

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Two extreme worlds

Being original is so difficult ! Loosu ankombidtaare😅

Too many ideals, constraints and ethics in mind. Fine for self!

If you openly speak all the thoughts that come to your mind, people very often give a dead stare and it’s clearly evident they are judging “Yappa! ee vayassigene olle vayassadavr thara maatadtaaLe”.

People of nearly your own age especially (“Drinking is cool, smoking is cool ” attitude guys, i*t*r-c*s** m*r*i*g* related topics, casual relationships: extra-marital affair supporters, etc,etc,etc ) think “Ohhhh! Too idealistic ! Ivlenu ishtondu strict aagi elladikku haLe kaaladavL thara opinion itkotaaLe!”

While most of the old-school ideologies look good, my arrogant ass doesn’t agree to each and every practice . Example : “Women should always be a slave to a man (kaayeshu daasi, what nonsense? give me proper context ! 🤨), sati practices , the dowry concept during marriages, “uneducated women can only succeed in marital life, educated women often end up with bad personal life” etc etc etc, all these idiotic perceptions are not acceptable.

If this is expressed in front of elderly people, they think “aden eegin kaalad hudgro”🤣

Base Line : Too orthodox for young generation, Too modern for old generation

This Dilemma so sucks! This literally applies to every aspect.

Dressing -

New generation : She dresses in a very modest way. She doesn’t carry modern outfits at all. Too traditional 🙄.

Old generation : Always in non-sari dresses. Modern 😏

Food habits -

New generation - Doesn’t even eat in Veg-non-veg restaurants . Too conservative .Too choosy 🙄.

Old generation - Eats in hotel ! Mugit ! Modern 😏

Social gatherings -

NG - What ? You don’t drink? Not even drunk once? Not even Beer? How uncool? Come on!! Chill! Don’t be old-school !! 🙄

OG - Hmm! Office du parties-gella hogtaaLa? Innen bidi. Tumba Modern taane? 😏

*** EEchlu marad kelage kootu majjige kudidhange ****

Travel -

NG - What? You are not interested to even go to abroad? How foolish? Old school 🙄

OG - Yaavaglu oorooru tirgode taane. Ond kade elli irtaaLe😏

Religious Beliefs -

NG - Always travel to temples.🤭 . Sadhu types ( *Me* - Hell yeah! so what ?)

OG - Goes to other places also! Not only religious places. Eegin kaaladavralwe 😅

Career Aspirations -

NG - Onsite opportunity nu beda antya . Manager ge obidient aagi kole basavan tharanuu GoN aadsalla (bucket-u hidiyalla)! Aden career aspirations idyo 😅

OG - Eegin kaalad hudgeerella elli mane , maduve anta koortaare. Avraaytu avara kelsa aaytu. Ella career oriented henmaklu. Dudd nodbitmele mugitu kanri. Adikke kaala kethogtirodu (cringe * infinity)

W.R.T Education -

NG - Ishtond duddu kottmele anta college alli seat sigde innen aagatte? Yaarig bekadru sigatte ivella. What a waste of money! (** Said by People who aspire to pursue MS in a foreign country ^slow claps from me **)

OG - Ishtond duddu kottmele anta college alli seat sigde innen aagatte? Yaarig bekadru sigatte ivella. What a waste of money ! (Sumne maduve maadkolod bittu, buddhi illaw 🤨???)

*** Oh, finally some agreement between these two extreme worlds! 🤣🤣. Generation nayi, soch wahi. Slower claps from me this time ***

Maduve 🤦🏻‍♀️ -

NG - Paapad praani ! Eethara ella idre Yaar sigbodo eno! 🫢

OG - Kelsakkella hogtaaLe. Ishtond odidre yaar sigtaare ille irovru? Hudugara jothe ontu heg maataadtaaLe nodi ! Aden hudugeero eegin kaaladalli ! (** Aunties!! Uncles!! Maat ashte aadiddu 😂)

The list is endless!! And trust me! none of these are imagined. All very clearly conveyed on face . ivattge isht saak

Conclusion - Too pissed off and frustrated by these two extreme worlds. Not finding the intermediate group! Naanirode heege. Opinion kelid mele togolak ready irbeku🙂 . I will continue to stay original. Yaar enaadru ankond haalaghogli 😆🤣. I don’t care anymore.

#Rakshateetyeva_Vishwasah after all 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Chapter 3 - Flowers And A Message

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The next thing that I remember is that I am lying in my bed with an icepack in my head. I touched my own head, and I gathered the consciousness that I had a fever. And quite high.

I went towards Rahul's picture and kissed its lips and said: "I love you. I love you, Rahul. Why did you leave me alone, ah? Where are you? I WANT TO HUG YOU, I WANT TO LOVE YOU, but you are not here. WHY???? WHY, DAMNIT. WHY? " Then I broke down crying and punched the wall till my hands were bleeding. Then I fell on the floor, hopeless.

I got up after what seemed like an era, feeling thirsty and hungry. So, I went towards the kitchen to get a glass of milk. I drank it in one gulp. I then realised that there was silence. No one in the apartment apart from me. It can't happen. Rahul was with me a while ago. I remembered that he kissed me on the cheek and on the lips and I started touching the cheek and my lips that he kissed. They were a bit swollen. I started blushing.

I then went towards the bathroom, to check if Don was there or not. No trace. None. It seemed that he was never there. He never came in here. Probably.

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The next morning, I saw Roma preparing some dishes in the kitchen.

"Riya, are you feeling okay now? I came in 2 hours ago and you were sleeping deeply, so I didn't want to disturb you. I made some breakfast for myself. Do you want some?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay."

I waited on the kitchen counter and sat down on a nearby chair. I was trying to remember what happened yesterday and it made me wonder. Normally Don would have wanted to meet his jungli billi, and the only person he calls that is Roma.

I started thinking. What could be something that he wants from me? Is it that he wants me to feel weak, feel helpless then? I don't know. There are so many questions and not one answer.

Roma was calling me, but I was not listening, so she threw me a glass of cold water in my face. She noticed I was getting nervous.

I screamed at her. "What's wrong with you Roma!!? Tumhe ho kya gaya hai, yaar? Aise koi pani ko phek ta hai kya?"

She replied. "Riya, tumhe kya hua hai? Tum pareshaan lag rahi ho aur mere sawal ka jawab nahi de rahi ho. Is everything okay?"

I hesitated. Should I tell her about yesterday? I do not know. I am so confused myself. It is better that I don't tell her; otherwise, it would just create a ruckus.

"Kuch bhi to nahin. I am fine. I am probably nervous and cranky because of Don. You know that I keep having these hallucinations that Don is going to come back and then he doesn't come. It's because of him that I am a bit cranky. I probably need a vacation. Go somewhere that no one can recognize me and have a relaxed life."

"I know that feeling, Riya. I would like to have a vacation as well. Don has drained me completely. You know what; I am going to ask Malik Saab to give us a vacation, so we can go together."

At that point, my phone rings. It's Malik Saab.

"Riya, hello. Come straight to the office now and take Roma with you. We've got some info about Don."

"Ok Sir, we're coming."

"What happened?"

"We've got some info about Don."

I got dressed and we drove towards the office.

My heart was beating faster than ever. Maybe we have found his exact location and now we can capture and arrest him. My boss was looking very agitated and, somehow confused as well, when I came in.

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As soon as I came in, my boss directed me to my office. I was shocked. It was fully decorated with flowers and on the table, there was a piece of paper, which read:

Don

I didn't know how to react anymore. It felt weird to get this from him. The confusion that I had grew more. Why would Don send this to me? And then I remembered what happened yesterday. That meant that whatever had happened, happened.

And for some reason, I was happy.

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After this, I stayed in my office and think about what just happened. I can't believe that Don would do it, but I would believe it if it were Rahul. So, does that mean that he was Rahul? My Rahul is alive?

I kept working till 5, and at that moment I got a call. I was a bit confused since normally no one would call me when I was working. So, I went and picked the call.

"Hello?"

It was him. I could recognize him from his breath.

"Ab free ho?"

"No."

"Don?"

"Hmm?"

"Yeh sab kyu? Mere kareeb aane ki koshish kyu kar rahe ho?"

"Kyu ki tum meri ho. Main tumhe aapne saath le jaane wala hoon hamari duniya mein. Get ready, sweetheart. Bye Riya. I miss you."

Kyu ki tum meri ho. Hamari duniya.

Before I could ask him anything, he disconnected the call. And for some reason, I was very happy.

Go to Chapter 4

#writing prompts #writing #writeblr #don 2 #don #don series #shah #shahrukh #shah rukh khan #shahrukh khan #shahrukhkhan #priyanka chopra #om puri #boman irani #farhan akhtar #Excel entertainment

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nhrkythoughts · 4 months

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B-E-A-U-T-Y

When I was a child, I saw people using the standards of beauty as fair complexion and non fair complexion to measure goodness of character, observed it more in my peers. Or maybe at such age,children take their parents view of things as their own(most of the time).

Then there was teenage where I was not the expected standard complexion due to summer swimming classes lol and did not attention much attention from boys .Well not that I cared,but certainly was curious to know how it felt to be a standard pretty.Bought and used a lot of makeup and actually enjoyed it.

Maa refused to allow me swimming next summer.Took me to cosmetic stores and bought me whitening cosmetics.This time,I was not okay with it.I would have rather spent that money on some girly novel I wanted.

On the brighter side,there is my dad, obviously, am a daddy's little princess.I have been victim of being his model to his photography , secret candid (which are societally ugly ) photos he takes of me.He accepts my beauty when I raise my voice against him,sees beauty in my tears,care and frustration. After all,how can he not? I have inherited his crazy facial expressions.I have lived with my younger brother for 16 years and I do not know what his beauty opinion of me is.What matters is he loves me and that he choose to share that opinion with me.

I have been on both the sides.I have seen how I was advantaged when perceived as beauty and how I was disadvantaged when I wasn't

How in one school in one grade,I was just a regular face among boys and how in other school other grade,every boy wanted to be with me. I was lucky that all the sets of girlfriends in my life found and find me beautiful inside and out.

Society! Ahhh….When any familiar member of society(Indian of course) meets you after a long time, you receive a mandatory comment on your physical appearance is very critically analyzed whereas 'how are you' is asked for formality. Good to not experience it much these days.

Somewhere, I jumped from society perspective of beauty to more logical, scientific and happy one.

I am at a stage where question of my beauty self doesn't cross my too often. After several busy days,when I look at myself in mirror,I go…' Damn,It's been a long time I saw my face' Then my face assessment is based more on my emotional mood of face rather than beauty.

I find my beauty in my raw existence… tangible or intangible.So, no brightening skin creams, no talc,never waxed or will,never threaded eyebrows or will.And no validation from any other human being is needed.My twisted mind dreams of receiving guinness world record for body hair someday.

I am in love with my face coz it is capable of making millions of expressions. It is fascinating to see the faces of my parents in mine.I am capable of choosing beautiful or ugly….inside or out

I reject being perceived as externally beautiful and not internally beautiful.I reject being perceived as internally beautiful and not externally beautiful.

But now, Maa still nags me to put effort in getting fairer complextion,so many failed attempts to get me into expensive meaningless parlour dependence for beauty.People continue to give me free advice on getting fair. Their intentions ain't bad though, mostly based on social opinion. Everyone is entitled to their opinion no? It's my choice to let their opinions form mine or not.

Face is just a natural dress on skull for the purpose of identification by other faces,the standard beauty is bound to fade away with time.

Isn't is beautiful phenomenon that every face is unique and is a product of millions of dna updates? That's an ineffable beauty .Yeah,yeah….One might argue,there are at least 7 faces like yours.Well,it's not so often you come across more than 1 of them, Do you?( Yaar…. Look alike twins are also pretty rare :p..Ayyoo! No Kodinhi plis)

Beauty of the inside? I am deep sonderer. so you are, by default of your unique life journey are beautiful….good beautiful or bad beautiful.

Real genuine smile makes anybody beautiful.Highest form of beauty is self-obsessed and selfless love, positive mind,non judgemental heart-all in one soul!

Time gives you more time to you to see my beautiful or ugly face and less time for me to see myself.How you deal with it is none of my business.

Make yourself feel beautiful, be it make up,no make up, following societal standards or not…. anyway which would make you feel beautiful.Obviously,only if you feel the need to feel beautiful.Like life goes up and down…beauty also goes up and down.That's the beauty.

What's most beautiful? The Sky!

PS.My nose is prettier than yours 😜

-Demonic Angel Beauty

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jcmarchi · 6 months

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Fossil Fuels Responsible for Heart Arrhythmias in Mammals - Technology Org

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Fossil Fuels Responsible for Heart Arrhythmias in Mammals - Technology Org

One of the most common byproducts of the burning of fossil fuels, phenanthrene, causes heart arrythmias in mice, proving for the first time it is toxic to mammals, new research has discovered.

Air pollution – associative photo. Image credit: Janak Bhatta/Wikepedia/CC BY-SA 4.0

The study, led by The University of Manchester in collaboration with the University of Bristol and Moscow State University and funded by the British Heart Foundation, is published in Environmental Health Perspectives.

Thanks to earlier work by one of the lead authors Professor Holly Shiels from Manchester in conjunction with scientists at the University of Bristol, Moscow State University, National Oceanic and Atmospheric Association (NOAA) and Stanford University, phenanthrene’s toxicity to the hearts of fish and crustaceans (crayfish) has been well established.

But now the team has discovered the change also occurs in healthy mouse hearts when directly exposed to phenanthrene, mimicking what happens when we breathe in pollution.

Professor Holly Shiels said: “We’ve known that phenanthrene is causally linked to cardiotoxicity in fish for many years – scientists recognized this following the disastrous impact of the Exxon Valdez oil disaster in Alaska in 1989.

“But we now know this same effect occurs in mammals, and we can also show its causal mechanism.”

Phenanthrene is a polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbon (PAH) present in crude oil and emitted into the air when fossil fuels are burnt.

“It is widely known that PAH’s in general are bad for human health, but no one really studied the impact of the lower molecular weight PAH’s” added Professor Shiels.

Dr Sana Yaar, a British Heart Foundation funded PhD student at The University of Manchester, and one of the lead authors on the study, said: “Similar effects in humans could have serious health consequences which is why we need greater regulatory attention of this ubiquitous pollutant generated from fossil-fuel combustion.”

Phenanthrene is one of the compounds produced when fossil fuel is burned; it is present in the gas phase of air pollution and also adheres to the surface of particulate matter (PM).

It can be inhaled into the lung and then translocated into the bloodstream, eventually finding its way to the heart. Epidemiological evidence has long shown a positive association between PM2.5 concentration and the incidence of arrhythmias and both PM and diesel particles have been shown to trigger arrhythmias in rodents.

“Our findings suggest phenanthrene could be involved in these pathologies” said Professor Shiels.

In the study, when phenanthrene was applied to an isolated mouse heart, it caused monophasic tachycardia, which is when the heart starts to beat too quickly.

Tachycardia is a form of arrhythmia common in people who have scarring caused by a heart attack or past heart disease.

The researchers were able isolate single heart muscle cells known as myocytes to understand how electrical dysfunction arrhythmias were achieved.

They showed that phenanthrene disrupts the contractile and electrical function of the mouse heart by blocking ion channels required for synchronous beating of the heart.

Jules Hancox, Professor of Cardiac Electrophysiology in the School of Physiology, Pharmacology & Neuroscience at the University of Bristol and co-author, added: “Our study provides proof of concept that phenanthrene exposure can be proarrhythmic.

“To understand the risk this poses to humans, more information is now needed on the levels phenanthrene can reach in the heart following occupational or environmental exposure.”

Co-author Ellie England and British Heart Foundation funded PhD student from The University of Manchester, said: “If the effects of phenanthrene shown here for mice extend to humans, it could be particularly dangerous to people with existing heart problems, including the elderly. Unfortunately, the authorities do not routinely measure the amount of PAHs or more specifically, phenanthrene, in the air.

“We think this is a mistake, as individuals who are vulnerable to heart disease would benefit from knowing the dangers of inhaling or ingesting phenanthrene.”

She added: “If monitoring was in place there’s much doctors and public health officials could do to help vulnerable people reduce the risk of cardiotoxicity resulting from phenanthrene exposure.

“For example, at risk groups could stay indoors when there’s a spike in pollution, use air purifiers and avoid busier streets.”

Professor Shiels explained: “As combustion engine technology improves, PM from car exhaust is reducing in many cities and that is beneficial to human health.

“But what many people don’t realise is that fossil fuel combustion also produces ultrafine PM, which has a greater capacity to enter the blood stream due to its small size, is rarely monitored. And even electric cars that increase tire wear particle formation to their heavy weight, also impact our health.

“That is why we should routinely monitor phenanthrene and other PAHs in the air.”

Source: University of Bristol

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minyboy · 7 months

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Bloody Pirates (Halloween Monster “Roleplay” 3) Part 9

My my little nerd, who strangely looks like Johnny Depp, what should I do to you? I could enter your body and make you end yourself. But with my track record of body snatching, let's hold off on that, it might even affect me if I was inside him... ew... sorry. Well, he knows of Freddy, the whole town knows of Freddy. It sure is not Elm Street, it's some generic town. Plastic almost. And this attic reeks of dog. Maybe those werewolf rumors were true. I've been sitting here all day just thinking and waiting for this weirdly handsome nerd to fall asleep. My mind is wandering and I'm losing my damn marbles. Nothing coherent. That's it, time to make him piss his pants at the sight of me. I can't just lay here and wait like a call girl. *poof* Oh yeah, I'm back home baby! And I'm already feeling the strain take place, let's do this quick handsome. Come on demon magic... there he is, reading a damn comic book like a child. A pirate tale, strangely on point for some reason. I'll just give him a little scare. Put the fear of Freddy in his emasculated heart "Yaar" very scary Miny Boy, and he noticed "Nobody likes ye nerd. Yer so-called hearties jus' pity ye. Ye be weird 'n all alone in this world. I'll end yer misery fer both o' u 'n send ye t' Davy Jones' locker." Oh, oh my, look at him run! I've never seen a nerd run before. That'll teach you to daydream while reading a comic! Oh yeah , I'm getting the hang of this, Fredy's coming fer ya!

-Miny Freddy Krueger

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mera-mann-kehne-laga · 1 year

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idk practice and lots of taane ig hehe

also what stream did you choose and how is 11th treating you?

Sahii hai bhaaaiiii

Pcm Yaar T-T T-T

Abtk you badhiya chal rha hai sab. Aage Ka pta nhi. No guarantee. Bcz shuru ke topics are bheri basic and easy. Teachers Roz Roz darate rehte Hain T-T

#disha <3

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Love

Chat Noir brings a soundtrack to a fight. Hawkmoth never stood a chance.

AO3

It was over.

They had lost.

Slowly, arms trembling with the effort, Ladybug tried to push herself up from the ground once more before giving up and collapsing in a heap once more. Frustrated tears slipped from her eyes, mingling with the blood that stained her cheeks, the saltwater stinging her wounds.

Through the ringing in her ears, she heard Hawkmoth soliloquizing about his triumph, swinging his stupid cane around and narrowly avoiding her head. Wasn’t it enough that he had won? That he stood over her, undefeated and was about to take away everything that she held dear? Now she had to hear him gloat about it too?

At least Chat wasn’t around to hear it, she thought humorlessly, and then immediately regretted it. Ladybug hadn’t allowed herself to think about it after it happened, too focused on the fight, pushing herself harder, faster against Hawkmoth, not even allowing the thought that Chat was dead to cross her mind.

She would win, and she would cast the cure, and he would spring to his feet, making a stupid pun for her to roll her eyes at, and everything would be alright.

But now…the image of his crumpled body filled her mind, his slack limbs, expression frozen in surprise. Hawkmoth had only laughed as she screamed, darting out of the way of her rage, leading her on a merry chase and now…

…now.

It was over.

She hadn’t been able to save him. Grief and guilt warred inside her, consuming her whole and Ladybug bowed her head, awaiting Hawkmoths final blow. He wouldn’t spare her, she knew. At least…at least she would see Chat again soon.

Ladybug flinched before closing her eyes in resignation as Hawkmoth's hand grasped her face, fingers reaching for her earring. In that moment, her heart was thundering in her chest, the blood rushing in her ears so loudly it was as though she could feel the force of it making the ground beneath her shake.

“What the–” Hawkmoth loosened his grip on her ear and Ladybug opened her eyes to see him gaping at something behind her.

Something that was getting louder and louder, before a booming voice rang out:

Duniya mein kitni hai nafratein

Phir bhi dilon mein chahate

Mar bhi jaye, pyar wale

Was that a…was that a song? Ladybug could hardly believe what she was hearing. Ignoring the pain it caused, she twisted to look behind her, eyes widening at the sight of…

Of Chat Noir, alive. A disbelieving, almost hysterical laugh escaped from her mouth, relief and joy and love blooming in her chest, filling up her throat and leaving her speechless at the sight.

As she watched, dumbfounded, he set down a loudspeaker before turning to face them. She saw no signs of injury apart from a slight limp as he advanced towards them, his expression grim. The music continued to blare out loudly behind him, and Chat spared her a quick, reassuring glance, but any levity in his eyes disappeared when he properly saw the state that she was in, his mouth tightening into a hard line.

Squaring his shoulders, Chat stood above her in a silent face off with Hawkmoth, who seemed just as dumbfounded as her.

Mit bhi jaye, yaar wale

Zinda rehti hain unki mohabbatein

Faster than Ladybug could blink, Chat moved, whizzing his baton around and slamming it into Hawkmoth's stomach.

“ OOF!” He bent over double from the force, but before he could recover, Chat hit him, again, and again, and again, until Ladybug realised with incredulity that he was…

He was timing his hits to the beat of the song, raining down his blows as the music echoed loudly in the street around them.

Finally, Ladybug found her voice. “Have you been practising this?”

“I might have done,” Chat shrugged, shooting a grin at her over his shoulder. “Once or twice.”

“I–”

“That’s okay, you can thank me later.”

How did he do it, Ladybug wondered. He was alive, and she was so absurdly glad that it almost hurt, but already she wanted to throttle him, to wipe the insufferable smirk from his face, to… kiss him her mind supplied helpfully and she quashed the thought down quickly. Thankfully she could pretend she was simply flushed from fighting as Chat offered his hand and pulled her to her feet a little too hard, sending her crashing into his chest.

Ladybug's cheeks flamed. Pulling back slightly, she avoided his knowing gaze and swallowed roughly. “Um–we should…” she paused, losing her train of thought as the instrumental part of Chat’s song was replaced by a woman’s singing. Shaking her head, she carried on “we should uh, do something about hawkmoth,” gesturing to the man lying unconscious in a heap at their feet. “Before he wakes up, I mean.”

“Of course.” Chat agreed with false seriousness before grinning. “But there’s something more important I have to ask you first.”

“There…there is?” Ladybug’s mouth went dry, her heartbeat fluttering in her chest. Chat looked at her warmly, an emotion she couldn’t– wouldn’t– name filling his eyes and she struggled to squash the hope blooming within. “What is it?”

“Do you want to know what this song is saying?”

Ladybug blinked. Of all the things he might have said, this had not been what she expected. Disappointment washed over and she struggled to school her expression, blinking rapidly. “What? No!”

Belatedly, she realised that she was still holding onto his hand, and ripped it from his grasp, turning away. Stupid boy, she thought angrily, with his stupid questions, and her stupid heart, jumping to stupid conclusions.

Although she had been curious… “okay fine,” she threw her arms up in exasperation. “What does it mean?”

“It means, ” Chat took a step forward until she could feel his chest against her back. Breath hitching in her throat, Ladybug, struggled to stay still, her whole body thrumming with electricity as he tucked her hair behind her ear. Grabbing her by the hand, he entwined their fingers and spun her around to face him so quickly she almost stumbled.

This close, she could see the way his eyes glittered with mirth and wondered distantly what he saw in her own eyes as he leaned forward. Whatever it was, he didn’t see it for long as her eyes fluttered shut at his proximity.

“It means,” Chat whispered, his breath ghosting against her skin deliciously, sending a shiver down her back. She could hear the smile in his voice and abruptly, Ladybug knew without a shadow of a doubt that the next words out of his mouth would be important. That they would change her life, in one way or another.

“Their love stays alive.”

Ladybug’s eyes flew open.

Love.

“Love?” she breathed, hardly daring to raise her voice above a murmur. She must have misheard, must have begun to daydream again because–

“Love.” Chat echoed her. His mouth ticked up in a smirk. “You heard me.”

“Does that mean…?”

“Yes." Cupping her face gently, Chat stroked her cheek as she leaned into the touch. Pecking her softly on the lips, he laughed, and the sound sent her heart soaring. “I’ll give you a proper confession, one befitting my Lady later, but first…” he trailed off, looking down pointedly. Following his gaze, Ladybug stifled a gasp at the sight of Hawkmoth, awake now and glaring venomously up at them through his uninjured eye.

“I think we’d better deal with him first, don’t you?”

#banana writes 🍌#yes i named this fic Love bc the song is from Mohabbatein so what #let me be unoriginal with titles!#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #ladybug #chat noir #ladybug x chat noir #my writing

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T-shirt Print Trends 2022: What Quotes Are Trending For T-shirts

You may have come across various (or may have one) printed t-shirts featuring funny quotes, like APNA TIME AYEGA and so on. They look so funny and I can say expresses your fun and chill mood. Ideal to wear them on a casual day with friends for coffee or going to buy groceries with mummy.

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