#Allu Arjun

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Anand (S/O Satyamurthy) x fem!OC

A/N: Um so hi 🧍🏽‍♀️Please read this and lemme know how you like it in the comments. This man is my pookie bear, and also this movie plays on the tv whenever I ask for it to ok? This is My Movie. And also @mahi-wayy asks and I deliver again, what can I say🤗 btw, timeline may be skewed ignore that, it fit that way. No trigger warnings except the mention of death. Not proofread.

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More than grief, grief of a person who they know dying an untimely death, everyone’s face he saw outside his house that day had a glimmer of joy. Joy of his family’s downfall, which would mean they had something to gain from it.

Coming out of that room, having written off all the assets to save his father’s honour, it was the first time Anand had felt truly alone. There was a family depending on his every step now. His mother who saw her husband die ; his brother wasn’t himself after the death and his sister-in-law who was truly herself at the moment - strong and stern ; his little niece, the innocent girl who still couldn’t understand why her grandpa hadn’t come home for dinner.

��Amma…” he sat his mother down. She didn’t have any interest nor want of grandeur, but what he did was going to all but drag them onto the streets.  “I had to sign away all the properties. They asked me to claim bankruptcy but I couldn’t drag his name through mud.”

She nodded, suddenly older than he’d remembered leaving her, and held his shaking hands.

“Nandu, your father was Satyamurthy.” (dignified man who tells the truth)

He didn’t have it in him to smile, but years later, he’d look back to that moment and find some courage to smile. “Was. And always will be.”

He planned to sit there until someone called him, until someone needed more from him than his signature. But from the bustle in the house, one voice suddenly stood out.

“How dare you manipulate my client into this trap?! Don’t you realise we can move the court for untimely misrepresentation of information? Just because you’re benefiting from—”

“Listen here, Mrs. Lawyer. If you think I’m standing here in this house by my own free will, think again. I stood no benefit from the shitshow that just took place in that room. I simply gave him his options and—”

“And who are you to give him options? Don’t you think I’m unaware of your motives here Mr. Sambasiva Rao. Henceforth, whatever communication you’re to have with my client, will be through me. I’d suggest you leave these premises unless you want me to drag you and your friends here for their claims of bankruptcy in the past.”

It was a confusing day for Anand, but for a moment he could think of something other than death, debt and his future.

“And it’s Miss Lawyer to you sir! Get out of my sight!”

The owner of the angry voice rounded the corner of the living room, and walked straight into Anand.

“Swapna?”

What was she doing here, fighting battles in the hallways?

She’d changed, from when he last saw her. Her brows were furrowed, nostrils flared from the argument, and her eyes outlined generously by kajal that gave her a divine resemblance. Hair almost falling out from her unkempt bun and files and papers held close to her chest, Swapna re-entered Anand’s life in his favourite dark teal sari.

“Nandu.” she froze.

Maybe she was unnerved by the stoicism on his face or the cluelessness when he asked “What are you doing here?”, that she beckoned him to sit immediately.

“Hey… How are you?”

“I could be better.”

“But you didn’t choose to be better, did you?”

Her accusation, he realised quite quickly, was gentle. He sighed, “What are you doing here, Swapna? Really…”

“I’m the family lawyer, I need to execute the will before anything can be surrendered as debt paid off.”

Anand looked up, imagining his father’s all-knowing smile.

What have you planned, Nanna?

-

Swapna was the first and last friend he remembered making. Every other friend in his life just came and went, but Swapna… he couldn’t forget her if he tried. Her father, despite being too young to be a father and as much of a successful businessman as he was— shared a faint friendship and acquaintance with Anand’s father. With both her young parents working during school years, Swapna stayed back at Anand’s house more often than not. She was more of a favourite in his house than he himself was. She always had the depth of oceans in her heart when she spoke, the world on her shoulders. Always a serious and loyal daughter, law student, friend and as time went on, his girlfriend.

They didn’t specifically share it with anyone, and no one suspected anything intimate going on with them, nothing different from the normal familiarity. They were each other’s warm embraces and without realising the gravity of his plans, a young Anand already had a diamond ring hidden deep in his cupboard meant for the love of his life.

She had been fidgety and moody after graduating, but Anand chalked it up to fear of the future, and anxiety about revealing their relationship to their parents.

Until the week after her graduation from law school, she was invited to Anand’s home along with her parents for something important. 

His parents wanted Swapna to be married to his brother.

Anand hadn’t known about the proposal until it was staring him in the face as a wedding invitation card in the middle of his living room.

Instead of a yes, the entire house sunk in silence, Swapna standing at the centre of it with a guarded ashen face.

“Forgive us if we were too forward amma,” his father smiled sheepishly. “We’ve always thought of you as a part of our family, and became eager at the thought of you being the daughter of this house.”

It was true. Anand saw the emotion behind his father’s statement. But he also saw his brother’s refusal of this proposal. He loved someone. Anand knew this because he had met that sweet, stoic someone just a day ago when she had proposed marriage to his brother.

Swapna had tears in her eyes, shaking hands wiping it away fervently before she shook her head.

“I’m sorry uncle, but I don’t belong in this house.”

She’d looked right at Anand after she’d said it, and she walked away from years of friendship. Years of being with each other, from this house she felt like she didn’t belong in.

Behind her, her parents apologised and left him to pick the pieces of his mother’s and father’s broken hearts.

The day after that, Swapna had flown to Australia for her post-graduation and left Anand behind. With the ring still back somewhere in his cupboard, buried beneath years of friendship and excuses for her.

-

“Hello!”

“Hello?” his sister-in-law’s stoic voice clicked him out of his anger. All that rage that had been boiling within him melted his bones and his legs felt like jelly.

Anand crumpled into the nearest chair. “Ah, hello. Vadina…”

“How are you, all okay? You sound like you’re stressed,”

He snapped his fingers at Param, gesturing him back out from all the earlier plans of leaving. Life had a way of reminding his purpose lately, and it always seemed to squash him more than humble him.

“Nothing like that vadina! How are amma and sweetie?”

“We’re doing okay—”

“The wedding will be done in a few days. We’ll pay the school fee the minute I come back.”

“I didn’t call for that mister.”

She didn’t sound wounded. Three lakhs was not a small amount to have not stressed about. Instead, in her serious reply, a tinge of concern touched him. Seemed like a part of his father lived on in her. She wasn’t infinitely kind like him, or perennially smiling, but till this day he felt like he left his mother at home with his father. Nothing would happen to anybody because vadina had his back.

“But that’s what I came here for.”

After a few instructions on keeping his health from deteriorating any further, his sister-in-law bid goodbye. He was left to accept green flowers and a lot of stupid nonsense from the old man parading around the mandap. But Anand would do it. For his family.

-

After the party with the groom and Pallavi’s social friends, he sat there at the half-built mandap in the dark after hours, ID card twisted around his wrist like a tourniquet, a reminder of why he was doing this job.

Anand didn’t need a reminder of what whirlwind life had been lately, but bringing Sambasiva Rao to the same wedding he was incharge of was fate’s cruel game.

“Nandu…”

For the past few days, ever since he had called Swapna to look over his contract with Bhadra after realising it was Pallavi’s wedding, she hadn’t left the venue. He behaved like he didn’t see it, but Param and Sameera were somehow always near her to chauffeur her or check on her necessities. If she noticed the special treatment, she didn’t say anything. They began to get closer, bridging the silence of all the years she was away with a conversation here and there while she helped him with stuff way above her paygrade. She didn’t mind, she said, not if it gave her an excuse to talk to Anand.

So that evening, when she approached him like he was a panicked deer, he couldn’t help but give a small smile.

“Hi.”

In seconds, there was a cup of warm coffee in his hands.

“For the hangover. I got it when it was hot actually. But I couldn’t find you that easily.”

“Really? Where did you look?”

“The edge of a cliff for starters.”

A laugh bubbled out of him, which made her crack a smile too. She never could bear it if Anand was moody. She took the change in his demeanour as encouragement and continued with a dramatic sigh.

“And then the bar, and then under some classless businessman’s classless booted foot.”

“So that’s where you found me.”

“Nope, no luck there either,” Swapna’s skirt swirled as she turned about and sat down beside him, “Because you got out from under it.”

It took Anand but a second to remember that for a long time, they had depleted their woes just being there for each other.

No one had been there for him in a while.

“Sameera told me what happened, she feels bad.”

“If I had a buck for everytime someone felt bad that something embarrassing happened to me, I’d have enough money to pay my bills.”

“She’s not someone though,” Swapna offered, “She’s Sambasiva Rao’s daughter.”

“Oh great, now the one friend I’ve made over here is cruel by blood.”

There was no rebuttal from Swapna. It was almost 3 in the morning and the nearest light was a blinking lightbulb somewhere far near the welcome carpet. It was just them, shoulder to shoulder, but Anand felt Swapna slip away like he hated to see all those years ago.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

She shook her head, “No, no you didn’t… I’ve just been wanting to tell you something about Sambasiva Rao.”

“Okay?”

“And everytime I try to pluck up the courage and tell you, it just ends up feeling like the wrong time and then I don’t end up telling you which brings us back to the same—”

“Swapna…” his fingers shushed her lips, rough and calloused just like they were back then. He was closer now, and he whispered like he was okay with her panic. “The time is right now, it’s ok, tell me.”

“Nannu maa parents dattata theeskunnaru,” (“I was adopted by my parents.”)

His brows furrowed.

Swapna rolled her eyes, “Oh my god, speeches you can make, but where’s your mind when it comes to connecting information? Nandu!” she whisper-yelled to continue their conversation. “I was adopted as a kid!” she looked at him like he had to make a comment about it, he assumed.

“Oh my God I’m so sorry,” he hit his temples like he was begging his mind to work, “Sorry! When did you know?”

“The day I graduated…”

He paused. Wait, that meant—

“That was why I rejected the proposal that day… Anand, all those years ago, when I said I didn’t belong with your family, that was because I felt like I didn’t belong anywhere.”

Anand wrapped his arm around her, and like it was muscle memory, her head rested in the nook of his arm.

“So you didn’t hate my family?”

“No! When you weren’t picking up my calls, I called your parents and told them about everything in detail. Aunty said she’d tried to make you talk to me many times, but you hadn’t agreed.”

That was right, and Anand felt his muscles clench at how close he had been to getting her back. If he had just thought about his mother’s requests, then he would have talked to Swapna and gotten the love of his life back. He wouldn’t have been away on his bachelor trip when his father died.

He hesitated, taking in the information when something clicked.

“Wait, what does that have to do with Paida?”

“Because he’s my birth father.”

The world all but gave way under his feet, and Anand wished he could blame it on the alcohol. Swapna didn’t make a big note of him being still quiet, assuming he was just processing what to say.

“So, you singular friend - Sameera is my sister, and by that connection… We’re both cruel by blood if you look at it that way.”

Anand looked up at the stars.

What is this Nanna?

A/N: So.... tada? There can be a part two of this if y'all don't shoo me out of this site after reading this. Also, notice how only his mother and Swapna call him Nandu.

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There's no better place to take your beloved to a date than a beautiful grotto under the full moon. It just gets a bit crowded. This piece is partly inspired by RRR, of course, and then Salaar Part 1, and Pushpa part 1, and I've shared all the trailers now! Seriously, check them out! They're all amazing!

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𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | ʙᴀɴᴛᴜ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : Bantu x Fem!Oc

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ : Ala Vaikunthapurramuloo

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ : 4k

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs : Bantu being well bantu, undisclosed trauma, audiotory hallucinations, self doubt, mention of anxiety, hurt/comfort, depection/mention of anxiety attacks, angst for flavor, bantu crying, valmiki being a asshole, RK being the best grandfather ever.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 coming home makes bantu find more than just his true family.

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Bantu was a sunshine, a very known fact. He and his father did not get along, another well known fact. He also had a very different personality than his whole house, a weird but still known fact.

The man often wonders, on sleepless nights, when his dad is laying out a taunt fest just for him, when his sister is getting praise for her achievements, when anyone who ever looks happy with him is his mother.

He wonders if he even was the son of the man who called himself his father because what kind of father taunts his child like he does? Or never seems to be okay, nevermind satisfied or happy, with him no matter what his son does.

Bantu was a scared boy, not a known fact. He suffered from severe anxiety in his teens, another unknown fact. He still sometimes had anxiety attacks on a particularly bad day, a fact he will take to his grave as a secret.

With time he had taught himself to listen less from the outside and more from the inside, his heart or subconscious or whatever that voice was, has always guided him on the right path which at times had seemed ridiculous and irritating but never had the voice led him astray.

It guided him like a father holding the small hands of his son who was learning to walk. Gentle yet firm at times, sometimes it just whispered a suggestion to him, other times he would have neon signals going off in his head.

He never told anyone because being self aware was trait he possessed which is why he knew if he told people this happens they will see him off to a fucking mental hospital and his father would definetly take the lead.

So he kept quiet and let things be the way they were, finding peace and calm in the voice inside his head.

It was rarely quiet in his mind and he liked it that way because outside his dad was rarely quiet too, so yeah he was used to a dialogue going in his head.

The first time it went quiet was when he stepped inside the ARK office, he was sent by his boss Ammulaya to explain a venture loosely to the current CEO Ramachandran and then get an appointment for next week too if all goes well.

It startled him, the silence in his head was not welcomed, it made him a little nervous but he was already at the reception so he decided to just go with whatever was going on, he will get the work done first and then deal with his issues.

He hummed a random song, a nervous habit he had not indulged in since school, as he walked towards the CEO's office.

The voice comes back when a old man coming out from the Ramachandran's cabin bumps in him, his throat goes a little dry when the voice repeats for him to hurry the fuck up.

He entered the room without knocking and it was empty…? weird, trusting his heart like always did, he set the file on the stool which supported the expensive vase beside the gate and stepped forward.

He was light on his feet, God knows the reason at this point, his eyes scanned everything they came across before he saw it. A small trail of blood from behind the main desk, the voice almost hurts his head by getting as loud as it does and he covers the distance in two long strides to find the man he came to meet bleeding from his chest.

What the ever loving fuck!?

From there it was pretty much autopilot, he doesn't remember how but he manages to get the older man to the hospital somehow.

He wiped his forehead and scratched at his throat uneasily, it was like something was stuck there and it usually meant he was approaching his anxious side and an attack was inevitable.

This really wasn't the time and place for his anxiety to come looking for him. Seriously it wasn't, he was in the middle of a hospital corridor. This really wasn't the place God please.

Busy in avoiding the inevitable he almost yells when a hand grabs his own and looks beside him to find an old lady who was probably being shifted from her room. He notices the reason for the sudden grab to be the stretcher which was left alone.

He gulps down hard to get himself together before adjusting it and reassuring the old woman that it was okay and someone would come to get her but she seems to be distracted by the operation theatre.

Between the jumbled mess of his own mind, the fading adrenaline and her stammering voice, it was a little tough for him to understand but he makes out words just fine, telling her that the man she recognized was indeed Ramachandran who has fallen down stairs, she doesn't need to know that he was stabbed.

“Y…you're the…son…?”

He chuckles humorlessly at her words, sitting down on the bench nearby, before replying to her.

“No no, he isn't my dad. My father-”

Think of the devil and it shall appear, he always thought it was a weird saying but now as Valmiki walks in the area accompanying Ananth Radhakrishnan, he believes the saying more than ever.

“He…” He speaks, his chest tightening a little again, pointing in the direction.

“He is my father.”

The woman frowns, turning her head and her expression confuses him. Her eyes widened, body language getting more frantic as she stared at his father. Weird.

“No…he's not. Valmiki is not your father.”

Confusing but oddly enough he feels his chest loosening.

“You're, you are Ramachandran's son.”

He must have looked really baffled because the woman immediately dives into an explanation of his birth and the voice in his head seems to calm down, like a fog clearing slowly.

All those thoughts about being Valmiki's son were true after all. He was not his son, no wonder he never acted like a father.

It breaks his heart when the woman dies right in front of him, it was like she was just breathing to let him know the truth of his existence.

The way he acts from there forwards makes his chest feel lighter, he doesn't regret yelling at Valmiki or misbehaving with the man. He was never treated like a son. Why should he treat the man like his father?

All that old man gets is him not actually cursing him or worse hitting him and that was because Valmiki was a lot older than him, God forbid if the man was around his age, then he would've shown him how bad the good Bantu can get.

Anyways, Valmiki wasn't the priority here, it was his family. He needs a way to slip in the house somehow, he has seen the few cracks the relations had there and he wants to fix it and maybe, just maybe carve his own place in it.

He contemplates for two days while Ramachandran was in hospital before he sees the doctor arguing with his grandfather and an idea pops up.

It takes him a few hours, Valmiki himself comes to call him inside the house he always forbidden him from entering and it makes the child kidnapping worth it.

Yeah he kind of picked up the doctor's son from his school, hey but it's not like he harmed the boy or something.

“Vaikuntapuram”

He feels a lump in his throat as reads the words carved on the nameplate beside the door. He steps through the gigantic gates, the voice inside his head quitting as he walks through the driveway all the way to the mansion.

He lets out a shaky breath as his chest tightens before relaxing when he leans down to touch the entrance before stepping inside.

He was home, Bantu was finally home. After twenty five years of his life, he finally experiences how a home feels like. It's peaceful and comforting even if it wasn't at its happiest, it was still a home not a house.

“Bantu, come on. Come in.”

Radhakrishnan's voice surprises him but smiles at him nonetheless before joining the older man by his side who pats him at his back.

The conversation was about him, for the first time how much Valmiki tried to stir it his grandfather would bring it back to him and it made almost cry.

“So how much do you earn in your travels job?”

Man has done his homework on him and it makes him smile.

“After cutting everything around 50,000 sir.”

“I offer you 10 lakhs, work for me?”

He sees Valmiki's eyes very visibling widening until it seems like they will pop out of their sockets as he protests but ARK shuts them down in one sentence.

“Sir what is the job?”

The old man sighs before patting his shoulder, like he was sympathising and apologising for him in one go.

“You have to assist someone who lacks the spirit of living a life not a routine. Think you can do it?”

“I was the PA to my previous boss so I think I can handle it sir. Who's the person?”

“'Come I'll introduce you.”

They almost cross the mansion to reach an in -home gym and he hears before he sees, the sound of iron bar and weight hitting the floor and makes him turn to his right and he falls.

He falls head over heels, at first sight. Bantu was so sure he was in love.

In Front of him was a woman, standing with a strong build of he would say, 5 '4, lean muscle moving under the black tank as she dead lifted the weight of 70 kgs, oh my god.

“Vikruti!”

He mouths the name after Ananth calls it out, the girl drops the weight again, pulling off her headphones and turning around. He can feel his breath physically leave him.

Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, chest rising and falling as she panted, drenched in sweat, her brows frowned and brown eyes looking at him with question.

“Who is he?”

“Bantu. He will be your assistant until marriage.”

The marriage part jolts him awake, marriage? he doesn't have to voice his concern because Ananth turns to him next.

“Bantu this is Vikruti, she is the daughter of one of Yasu's friends. She has lived with us for the past two decades after she lost her parents. The mothers promised to get their children married so she's basically betrothed to my daughter's son since before they were born.”

Bantu has doubts about the last part being phrased that way but he brushes it off for the sake of looking at the nonchalant expression on the female's face.

“Will you be able to keep up with me?”

He smiles at the blank voice and nods.

“I think I will manage.”

He can't, Bantu can't manage this at all. Vikruti was a monster, there was non way that woman was real and human.

Why? Allow him to elaborate.

She wakes up at four, goes for an hour of run, comes back, works out for two hours, gets fresh, has minimal breakfast and she is off to the office.

At ARK firm, she works as a temporary head, replacing Ramachandran while also handling her own department. She works without a lunch break, sticking to a cup of coffee, from seven am to six in the evening.

Once home she hits the gym for another two hour session, around eight she sits down to have dinner and then continues to work on presentations or proposals or whatever till like eleven before calling it a day.

She was a machine, he was human and this was a bad idea, in some aspects. There was another side which made this all worth it.

How? Allow him to elaborate again.

She doesn't yell at him or anyone, she is no nonsense person but also a patient one. She herself was the one to show him the ropes for the first two days and still helps him here and there.

She might not eat but she always reminds him to hit the canteen at lunchtime and just drinks the mentioned coffee she herself gets by the way.

The most she depends on him is probably when they come back at the end of the day. That too was not work related, she just wants him to carry her bag and that was not a regular thing too.

Bantu was happy but he was seriously concerned that her behaviour patterns were not good. He needs to fix it.

He starts working on them slowly, like leaving something to munch on her desk. First few days were unsuccessful but slowly she started eating them up.

Next was the after work, work. He made sure less and less work was pending, either sitting down himself or distributing it accordingly to the employees under him.

It was going all fine until that day.

They had an international client, he doesn't remember much details but he was nervous, the voice in his head had been relatively quiet since he started coming to his actual home regularly and vanished once he started working with Vikruti full time.

He was heading the presentation and while they had bagged the deal somehow, the client had made some backhanded comment and it had taken him right back to his school days.

Bantu remembers the day vividly, he was probably in sixth standard, maybe seventh. He had fumbled in a speech once or twice and Valmiki had pulled him from the stage and apologised like he was embarrassing and let's not get into taunts he heard that day.

In the present it made his throat close up and his chest tighten which was not good, he hasn't had an anxiety attack for a while now, why now?

Without hearing whatever Vikruti has said to the client he has slipped away from the room, his feet carrying him towards a familiar cabin.

He pressed himself in a corner, slipping down the wall as he desperately tried to breath. The voices in his head were not the usual one, they were more than one, all taunts and mistakes he has made.

It made his head hurt to the point he had to press his hands to his ears in a failed attempt to not hear the words.

“Bantu..?”

He doesn't hear her but jolts when a hand touches his shoulder and Vikruti comes into view, crouching infront. He tries to get himself together but is immediately cut off.

“Hey hey shhh it's alright, no need to rush it. It will pass just focus on breathing okay? Ground yourself Bantu, I know you can. It's alright.”

Her voice reminded him of his inside voice as she slowly guided him through his misery, she was shielding him but not touching, her hands hovering just above his arms but not trying to caress them.

“I'm fine…with touch…”

You mostly don't know what you say during times like this and he didn't either.

“Okay, that's good I am just going to try and comfort you okay?”

He nods, not trusting his voice again, she sits down beside him, her arms coming to loosely loop around him sideways, as she rubbed his side gently.

Bantu let his head drop on her shoulder, he was exhausted which was good because it was a sign that the worst was over and he would probably crash in a nap or something for an hour or so.

She doesn't say anything to him for the rest of the day except for the offering to drive him back to Valmiki's house which he politely declines, choosing to just curl up in his chair and watch her work. It was claiming.

After the incident their bond only grew, he noticed her growing protective of him like scolding people when they overstepped boundaries in her eyes, for him he was fine most of the time.

She was also the one who confessed first, asking him to stay back on the lunch break. She had proposed to him, it had made him more than just happy and of course he had said yes.

So now she was Vikruti Naidu, the standing CEO of ARK company and his official girlfriend.

They complimented each other, she talked less while he went on and on about everything, she was more practical to his relatively instinctive approach.

It wasn't until today that he thought things were going this way, it was seven in the night, when a wild knock disturbs his attempt to melt in his mattress.

He looked up to find Valmiki glaring at him.

“What!?”

“Vikruti madam is here to pick you up.”

Strange. She was supposed to be in the gym right now, he yawns and drags himself through the bed to the front door to come face to face with a familiar SUV.

“Get in.”

He does as she says, he trusts her with his life, this was just a journey.

“Where too?”

“Home.”

Was all he gets before they zoom off to home, she seems off, like something has pissed her off. Not to mention the fancy attire, the black and gold sari looked far too good on her for him to think straight.

He stays quiet nonetheless, waiting to get one or other hint from him.

“You remember yesterday's board meeting?”

He…does. He kind was the centre of it all, now let him explain okay.

Vikruti kissed him for the first time before leaving for a meeting with some guy looking to buy shares from ARK when he got a call from the man himself.

He was extremely high on happiness, not to forget free from his anxiety for the time being and that made him go all out. He has played songs and danced, even hit one of the men and what not.

“Ananth uncle was very impressed, he has kept a party.”

She stopped the car infront of the mansion before reaching back pulling out a bag.

“Change.”

With that she walks away, something was definitely very wrong which just makes him hurry up and somehow manage to change in the car before stepping out.

Pulling up his shoes before checking his hair, adjusting the yellow blazer and the back t shirt paired with his jeans before following the path she has taken.

For a few minutes all his eyes do is search for her before the music starts annoying him and he once again ends up singing and dancing.

While everyone has joined him on the dance floor, even Yashoda but not Vikruti. He looks around to find her nursing a glass of wine, her third if he has kept the right track, while talking to Ananth.

He was concerned for a minute but she smiles at him and it eases him and he turns his head to go back to dancing.

Maybe he shouldn't have because within ten minutes he was being pulled by his arm, away from the crowd.

He stumbles in his step a bit and barely has time to grasp the situation before he is being kissed, right now the lips.

It shocks him, making him freeze in place just like every other person in the party does. The lip lock breaks and he is still frozen just staring at Vikruti while Yashoda yells in the background, getting the place empty of strangers.

Bantu stands in silence. His heart beats in his ears, so much for not being anxious, as Yashoda glares at them. Raj has been sent upstairs along with his uncles and Nandini while the rest three stayed.

“From the start, I have not liked him from the start but no! You were all in love Bantu and now look at what he has done. Look!!”

The voice booms throughout the mansion but gets the response with equal fire.

“I was the one who kissed him, not the other way around.”

Vikruti stepped in front of him as he dug his nails in his palm, he had to keep it together.

“Your mother didn't want this!? You're breaking her promise for him!? He who-"

“I dare you to finish that sentence Mrs. Yashoda Ramachandran.”

The low growl bounces off the walls and silences everyone in the room.

“And stop saying that please, all my life has been dictated by ‘your mother would've wanted this’ has anyone ever thought, forget asking, have you ever thought what I wanted?? Okay forget that too, have you ever even cared to see how I was living. Except for Ananth uncle, have any of you ever cared!?”

Her voice made him more anxious because somewhere he knows how that would've felt but the next statement just pulled the ground from beneath his legs.

“And that promise. What was the promise? That I marry your son so explain to me how I want to marry or love Bantu is wrong when is your actual son and not Raj!!”

Bantu loses balance, slumping down in the chair and it attracts attention immediately, Ramchardran and Ananth both rushing beside him.

“What…”

“Yes, Bantu is your actual son. Ananth uncle heard the nurse who told Bantu the truth, he told me and I called off the marriage then and there. Raj liked someone else anyways.”

The woman calms down, taking a deep breath as Yashoda stares at them before walking away. Ramachandran looks at Bantu with teary eyes yet a gentle gaze which makes the younger male tear up look away.

First tear slips when the man presses a kiss to his hair before stepping away to go talk to Yashoda while Ananth also pats his shoulder and goes to talk to his daughter.

While he tries to not sob audibly, a pair of arms loop around him and he immediately clings to the familiar warmth. The truth was finally out in the open and as much as he was relieved, he was scared.

They stay like that for a long time, just sitting side by side, holding hands as they wait for any of the three to come out.

The dark night sky slowly melts under the first rays of the sun and the couple eventually falls asleep.

Bantu wakes up though, to someone gently caressing his hair.

“Maa?”

His voice is as heavy with sleep as his eyes which blinked lazily before a clear image came into view and it was indeed his mother, his real mother, Yashoda.

She was sitting on his left while Vikruti was still asleep, slumped on his right side. He goes to move but the woman stops him.

“Stay like that, she rarely gets in such deep sleep.”

Bantu smiles, he always knew Yashoda knew and cared a lot more than she let on.

“Bantu, I- “

The woman pauses before sighing and softly caressing his shoulder.

“I have seen Raj grow up from a weak little boy to the timid man he is, I have protected him from every harm or obstacle while life has made you this capable by beating it into you. You're very different from each other and I am aware but Bantu, he is my son for me and no one can change that.”

He feels a lump rising in his throat but says nothing, he would be lying if he says he didn't see it coming.

“That being said, the fact that you're my and Ramu's son can't be changed either.”

She pauses and so does his heart.

“I will accept you as a son, it would be wrong in many ways for me and you if I don't but my simple condition is no one gets to know it. I will, with time, dot over you as much as I dot over Raj but for the world he will remain my son, you'll just be a very dear and close member of the family as Vikruti's husband. Will you accept that?”

The tears fell before he could stop them, nodding his head in an excited yes, he doesn't want that pomp and show anyways, he just wants his mom and dad and his love. Nothing else.

The woman caresses his hair once again before pressing a light kiss to his forehead and he finally feels complete.

Bantu was home, with his real family and he couldn't be more happy.

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I HATE Pushpa (the character)

Pushpa is a movie that was released during the pandemic and became a massive hit. Even Bollywood stars commented on the movie. The songs were memorable and the song Sooseki got around 100 million views even though the second movie hadn't released yet.

It seems South indian Cinema is getting more appreciated with films like Bhaubali, RRR and KGF Chapter 1/2 and Devara might even gain more attention due to Jr. Ntr's presence. (Which I'm super excited about I loved him ever since I was young, him and Ram charan were one of my favorites so RRR was a pleasant surprise)

I'm just disappointed that Pushpa's story is the one thats getting this attention.

Pushpa has good BGM, the setting is cool and cinematography can be considered good and Allu Arjun is always appreciated but the story is where it lacks.

Can I understand it? Yes, I've been watching TollyWood movies ever since I was 1. I was singing Gabbar Singh songs when I was a toddler. I understand what logic Tollywood tries portraying is it always right? No but its enjoyable and times were different we're evolving we want more complex and meaningful stories now Bahubali and RRR gaining attraction are examples that South Indian movie industry is evolving finally!

So imagine my disappointment when I see Pushpa the next great Tollywood film.

"Pushpa Raj is a self respecting young man who takes pride in his work. He works at a mill, but leaves it when his owner doesn't like his attitude outside of work. Pushpa goes for Red sandal wood cutting in the forest. Pushpa lives in a village with his mother Parvatamma, and is the illegitimate son of a local rich man." That is the story according to imbd.

You'd think the movie gives more context about Pushpa nope. IMBD really summed it all up and thats the problem. Pushpa's character can be summed up in a few words and there's not depth beyond those words in the movie itself.

The thing that makes this film detestable is the main character Pushpa he is not enjoyable whatsoever. It's like one of those Dark Romance ML's but they tried mixing in a few funny liners and tried making him a sunshine character as well but failed?

He's not funny I feel bad for his sidekick Kesava actually no. I like Kesava better than Pushpa Himself. He looks like he has actually meaning and depth he has relatable goals and is actually funny or seems to have some sort of personality. I wholeheartedly ship him and Srivalli's friend actually go Side characters!

Now lets compare 2 films Maari 2 and Pushpa which might seem random but let me explain

Maari in both the first one and the sequel was a gangster however do you know why i like him better than Pushpa? He has redeeming qualities he has morals like he kills bad people but doesn't want to sell drugs because he knows that can make innocent people succumb to horrible diseases like his best friend their situations are very different however Maari is seen as a morally gray character just like Pushpa is portrayed as. Maari also has morals when he kills beeja's brother for attempting to assault Anandhi's sister. He's doing something 'bad' killing a person but he essentially redeems it because of why he does it. He also gives good advice when she talks about no one wanting to marry her because she's ruined maari says she isn't an object to be ruined and its not wrong to wait how long to find a guy that understands that.

He's a troubled guy with not normal values but I can sympathize with him and actually root for him because he's a good person.

A more accurate example KGF Rocky is on a very similar path to Pushpa he only relied on his mother his whole life until she died while in Pushpa his mother and himself suffered humiliation. Pushpa was often beat up Rocky was also beat probably even more. They both started at the streets and slowly climbed up wanting money and power. Pushpa only smuggled and framed and fought. Rocky outright killed but I still like him better than Pushpa do you know why?

Because he has character Rocky's backstory is more compelling wanting to fulfill his dying mother's wishes of not wanting her son to die miserably without money like her even if it meant becoming a bad person? Hell yeah. Also similar to maari he has limits he has certain morals, clear cut morals. in the first KGF movie he outright stops traffic for a mother and her son who wanted to get some food but were unable to because of the traffic and gave her hard advice. That the world isn't gonna stop for you its harsh and not lenient and that we need to MAKE it stop. We have to put in the work and not just hope someone will always come along. This gives us insight into his views further developing his character.

Pushpa's story is he was an outcast because he was an illegitimate son and was unable to have his father's last name? So he makes his name Pushpa Raj. He disrespects his mother despite her being the only one there for him and just usually disregards her. He has too much Pride. He doesn't have much regard for women as we see when he gives his shirt to Jaali's victim he isn't sympathetic to her at all and is kinda indifferent except for looking away as if he's uncomfortable more than regarding her own feelings

And the thing is all of these problems could be fixed if we saw more into his character which we're only given bits and pieces of.

Pushpa isn't close to his mother? Maybe its because he blames her for all the prejudice but still cares for her somewhere in his heart which is seen through the light interactions between the two in the movie. He has too much Pride? well he feels like thats his right because he was denied everything else his father's name, money, and even necklace. He doesn't have regard for women much? Even that can be fixed like in the movie 'temper' where Jr Ntr's character first doesn't care much for other women ends up willing to give his life for them he gets character development. Pushpa could not really see a big deal in Jaali's activities until he's confronted with one of the victims himself and is reminded of the women in his life and starts to detest Jalli which ultimately bursts when Jaali sets his eyes on Srivalli.

Everything I said you can mostly think about happening in the movie but its like a real stretch you have to really put your mind on it to see it happening in the canon of the Pushpa universe its nots showed to us the viewers like in other movies we don't get clear cut shots of these narratives I spoke up being played out. Its what makes these movies lively or entertaining in my opinion because they had depth which is enhanced due to the main character himself.

So see this from my perspective a MAN is able to outsmart the police and insult them, illegally get sandal wood, Act like and arrogant bastard through most of this move, have so much intelligence out of nowhere and still gets a girl?

Reena has more personality than Srivalli I'm actually gonna begin stanning her after this.

And when I say a MAN I mean a MAN because the person Pushpa on my screen is a stranger to me I don't get a clear feel of his character or any connection to him.

I really hope these issues are rectified in the second movie but I have my doubts. Pushpa as a movie feels like a regression for Tollywood and I don't want that for my cinema industry which I know has flaws but I also know that its healing and has really good stories.

Anyways to all Indian movie lovers out hope you're excited for Devara because I sure am. Jr. Ntr in double roles? Its like Adhurs all over again. And one of his roles seems really cute too, I've wanted to see Jr Ntr in action again for a long time.

But thats all for now

Yours truly

Roselle🪷

[desicinema]

A whistle isn't enough. We need blasting background music. Slow motion...things flying in the air...we need a lot of special effects to it. I'll plan it. Let's go.

ALLU ARJUN in ALA VAIKUNTHAPURRAMULOO (2020)

[prajwalrizer]

Pushpa2 Trailer | Allu Arjun | Sukumar | Rashmika Mandanna | Fahadh Faasil | DSP

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[mellaga-karagani]

Omggg can you please do Buntu from ala vaikunthapurramuloo, thank you so much !!!

BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I'VE HAD THIS MAN ON MY MIND ALL DAY-

Bantu《Ala Vaikunthapurramuloo》Romance Dialogue Set

Requests are open, and my asks and inbox are always open!

"Love isn't just about grand gestures; it's in the little things, like stealing glances and sharing smiles."

"In this chaotic world, you're my calm, my anchor. Everything else fades when I'm with you."

"I may not be a poet, but when I'm with you, my heart sings the most beautiful songs."

"Our love story is like a perfectly choreographed dance, every step leading us closer together."

"Life may be unpredictable, but one thing I'm sure of is that I want to spend it with you."

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[fangirlshrewt97]

Rana: What did you get Charan for his birthday?

Tarak: I got him a puppy

Rana: Really? Me too!

Karthikeya: I also got them a dog.

Allu Arjun: Looks like we had the same idea.

Rana: Sharwanand, please tell me you didn't get Charan a dog as well!

Sharwanand: ...I got him a puppy.

*later*

Charan, in his home surrounded by dogs and puppies: This is the best birthday ever!

Upasana: ...

Rhyme: *squinting at the new dogs, growling* *in Dog: He was mine first*

[neengareadynaaready]

Telugu Heroes Pic Compilation

How'd I get here? I was looking for Vijay pics then Karthi pics and that led me to...Prabhas somehow, which led me to other Telugu heroes and their old pics lmao. Enjoy!

lmao Tarak's face

Tarak's hair! Love it!

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Some classic Indian movie star armporn courtesy Allu Arjun in Desamuduru.

[toomanyfanficsbruh]

My telugu people.

We seriously have to talk about Happy more