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Dates and Nuts Laddoos (flavoured with saffron and cardamom)
These added sugar free, gluten free laddoos are also packed with protein, making them a healthier choice for dessert or an accompaniment for evening chai, or even as a post workout snack.
These added sugar free, gluten free laddoos are also packed with protein, making them a healthier choice for dessert or an accompaniment for evening chai, or even as a post workout snack. I have tried several recipes for making dates and nuts laddoos. I kept changing and experimenting with my recipes until I tried this one. What I like about this recipe is that it includes cardamom and saffron.…
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Diwali, the festival of lights, is a time of joy, celebration, and the sharing of love and happiness with friends and family. One of the most delightful ways to express this affection is through thoughtful gifting. This year, why not elevate your Diwali gifting experience by opting for handmade paper Diwali gift boxes? These beautifully crafted boxes not only enhance the aesthetic of your gifts but also add a personal touch that mass-produced packaging simply cannot achieve.
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A Culinary Celebration: Diwali Recipes to Savor and Share
A Culinary Celebration: Diwali Recipes to Savor and Share
Festivals / By lovenheal
Introduction
Diwali, the festival of lights, is not only a time for sparkling fireworks and vibrant decorations but also a celebration of delectable flavors and mouthwatering dishes. It’s a time when families and friends come together to enjoy a delightful spread of sweets and savory treats. In this blog, we will take you on a culinary journey through some of the most cherished and scrumptious Diwali recipes that are sure to add an extra layer of sweetness to your festivities.
1. Besan Ladoo: The Golden Globes of Diwali
Besan ladoo is a classic Diwali sweet made from roasted chickpea flour, ghee, and sugar. These golden orbs are easy to prepare and have a rich, nutty flavor. The aroma of besan ladoo being prepared is a telltale sign that Diwali is just around the corner.
2. Gulab Jamun: Sweet Syrupy Delights
Gulab Jamun, a popular Indian dessert, consists of deep-fried dough balls soaked in a cardamom and saffron-infused sugar syrup. These sweet, spongy dumplings are a favorite at Diwali celebrations and represent the essence of indulgence.
3. Chakli: The Crispy Spirals of Happiness
Chakli, also known as Murukku, is a savory snack that is both crunchy and addictive. Made from a mixture of rice flour, urad dal, and spices, these spiral-shaped treats are a must-have on the Diwali snack platter.
4. Kaju Katli: Cashew Nut Diamonds
Kaju Katli is a decadent Indian sweet made from ground cashews, sugar, and a hint of cardamom. These diamond-shaped delights are not only rich and creamy but also make for elegant gifts during the festive season.
5. Samosas: Savory Triangles of Delight
Samosas are irresistible triangular pastries filled with spiced potatoes, peas, and sometimes minced meat. They are deep-fried to a golden perfection and offer a tantalizing mix of flavors and textures.
6. Poha Chivda: The Crunchy Snack Mix
Poha chivda is a savory snack mix made from flattened rice, nuts, and spices. This crispy, spiced delight is perfect for munching on during Diwali get-togethers and pairs wonderfully with a cup of masala chai.
7. Aloo Tikki: The Comforting Potato Patties
Aloo tikki, or potato patties, are a popular street food in India. These crispy, spiced potato cakes are often served with chutney and are a beloved snack that can be enjoyed during Diwali celebrations.
8. Coconut Ladoo: Tropical Sweetness
Coconut ladoo is a sweet treat made from freshly grated coconut and condensed milk. These little white balls of goodness are a delightful fusion of coconut flavor and sweetness.
9. Paneer Tikka: The Flavorful Skewers
Paneer tikka is a vegetarian delight made by marinating cubes of paneer (Indian cottage cheese) in a spicy yogurt mixture and then grilling them to perfection. These skewers are a favorite appetizer at Diwali parties.
10. Malai Kofta: Creamy and Delectable
Malai kofta is a creamy and indulgent curry made with deep-fried dumplings of paneer and potato, served in a rich tomato-based sauce. It’s a luxurious dish that’s sure to impress your guests.
Conclusion
Diwali is a time for celebration, and what better way to celebrate than through the joy of food? These Diwali recipes are not just culinary delights but also a way to create cherished memories with loved ones. So, roll up your sleeves, don your chef’s hat, and let the aromas and flavors of these delectable dishes infuse your Diwali celebrations with warmth and happiness. Wishing you a festive season filled with culinary delights and culinary adventures!
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The roommate
Surprise! Happy Halloween/Diwali/Dia de los muertos everyone!
Credits to @tojishugetiddies for giving me a base idea. Thanks, sweetie ☺️!
This is just a two-parter, so I’m releasing part 1 today and then part 2 tomorrow on Halloween itself.
Also, side note: I came up with the Optimus Prime idea before I went to watch the Transformers One movie, but I can’t recommend it enough!!! It’s SO GOOD 😭😭😭😭😭!!!
Original story
BONUS Halloween story!
Part 1
Part 2
Warnings: none.
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Roommate!Miguel who walks down the stairs in his costume.
Your neighbourhood was notorious for doing a big blowout celebration for Halloween and just like you always had, you loved dressing up for it. Your kids were old enough this year to go trick-or-treating with their friends, but you didn’t mind staying at home to hand out candy with Miguel- it gave you a chance to admire the other kids’ outfits and also left you with some alone time to get up to a little ‘trick-or-treating’ of your own with your big, strong husband … 🤭
You rip open a packet of sweets and pour the contents into one of the large bowls in front of you and your son takes advantage of the opportunity to snatch a sweet as he walks past. You tsk at him in irritation, but Rio just shrugs and pulls out his phone as he takes a seat at the dining table.
Roommate!Miguel who wraps his arms around your waist as he comes up behind you.
“Need any help, querida?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your cheek in greeting. You twist your head around to give him a smile, then snicker softly at the fake moustache you’d drawn onto his upper lip.
You’d called him into your bathroom after finishing your own makeup, then sat him down on the chair in front of your dresser. He’d slid his hands up your thighs as you’d climbed onto his lap, his fingers squeezing and stroking you while you’d sketched the fine hairs onto his face.
‘Miguel,’ you’d chastised him as his lips had stretched into a smile, ‘try not to smile so much.’
He’d grinned at your soft laughter and moved his hands up to your waist.
‘I can’t help it, querida,’ he’d told you apologetically. ‘Why didn’t you just let me grow my own moustache?'
‘Because,’ you’d argued, getting back to work, ‘you’d look like a creep. And it would be annoying to kiss you.’
He’d snuck his fingers beneath your shirt and began running them across your skin as you’d continued and soon, your costume prep time had turned into a full-on makeout session with your sweet and sexy husband.
Roommate!Miguel who steals a sweet out of the bowl as well.
Your jaw drops in surprise and you glare at him as he walks around the kitchen island to take a seat in front of you.
“Like father, like son,” you grumble, shaking your head in disapproval as you tear open another bag of sweets. “If I ask the two of you for help, you’ll probably finish all the sweets on your own.”
Miguel glances over at his son in question, but Rio just shoots him the same confused look he was sure was on his own face. “!Papà!”
Miguel looks up as your youngest son barrels down the stairs, a look of alarm on his little face.
“¡Ten cuidado, pollito! (Be careful!)” Miguel warns him, holding his hands out as Rafael races towards him. His son slows down a little, but his body still buzzes with panic.
“!Papà! The lights aren’t working! Fix it!”
Roommate!Miguel whose lips twitch with amusement at his son’s demand.
He’d helped him attach the optical-fibre cables running through his Optimus Prime costume a few days ago, but something seemed to have gone wrong in the meantime. Miguel turns Rafael around and examines the cables, finding the problem easily. He reattaches the loose wire and turns the switch on, causing the costume to light up as they had intended.
“Yes!” Rafael exclaims, bouncing with excitement. “¡Gracías, Papà!”
He gives his dad a quick hug, then dashes back up to his room without another word.
“Rio?” you call. “What time are your friends getting here?”
Rio checks his phone again for any new messages. “They said they should be here in about ten minutes. They’re picking up Danny first.”
“Who’s he dressed as?” Miguel asks, trying to find a way to steal another sweet from one of the bowls. Rio grins and sets his phone aside.
“Daphne,” he reveals delightedly. “He got his mum to help him alter his skirt and everything! I think he’s going to steal his sister’s heels, but Shawn said he’s going to bring a spare pair of sneakers in case his feet start to hurt.”
His friends had decided to dress up at the Scooby Doo gang and though your son looked the polar opposite of the pale-skinned, blond-haired all-American golden boy, they’d still chosen him to play Fred thanks to the good looks he’d inherited from you and Miguel.
Roommate!Miguel who turns to the door when one of your neighbours pops her head in and calls out to you.
“Hi everyone!” Sana begins, trying to keep the group of eleven-year-olds behind her at bay. “Is Rafael ready?”
The woman had moved to your neighbourhood last year with her husband and two sons - the oldest of whom had quickly become good friends with your youngest. She was tall and thin with dark hair that always looked like she’d just come from the salon. Miguel stands and calls up the stairs for Rafa to come down and you don’t miss the way Sana’s eyes travel down your husband’s broad back.
“Rafa! Rashid is here!” Miguel turns to shoot her an amused look as Rafa scurries back down the stairs and Sana returns it with a practised smile of her own. You lower your head to hide the way your eyes roll, then bend over to give your son a hug.
“Bye, mami, love you!” Rafa recites before running around the island to tell the same to his dad.
“Bye, bebito! ¡Te amo, mi solito!” you call after him as he disappears out the door with his friends. Miguel yells the same, then sits back down again.
Roommate!Miguel who jumps up again when he sees his daughter coming down the stairs.
“Gabriella?!” he exclaims, unsure whether to be angry or terrified. “¡¿Qué diablos estás llevas?! (What the hell are you wearing?!)”
Gabi stops and stares back at her father with his same deep-set, upturned eyes.
“It’s my costume,” she replies, folding her arms across the tight shirt she’d put on over a pair of rolled-up shorts and a set of outrageously inappropriate fishnet stockings.
“What are you supposed to be?” Rio asks, narrowing his eyes in thought as he puzzles over his sister’s ‘costume’. You move to stand beside your husband and your features melt into a frown when you see what your daughter intends to leave the house in.
“A witch?” Gabriella replies, gesturing to her pointed hat as if it should have been obvious. You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow at her.
“I thought witches were supposed to look scary?” you muse out loud. “Not like a teenage boy's wet dream.”
“¡Mamà!” Gabi screeches in horror at the same time that Rio groans, “¡Ay, mami! ¡Por amor de Dios! (For the love of God!)”
You shrug, unbothered by your children’s complaints. “If you're embarrassed to hear me say it, you should be embarrassed to let me see it. Who's the boy?”
Gabi furrows her brow in confusion. “What boy?”
“The boy you’re trying to impress with this outfit?” you reply. “Which you should never be doing, by the way: that’s a red flag. The guy should always be trying to impress you.”
Roommate!Miguel whose eyebrows shoot up at your words.
He thinks back to the time before you’d started dating, trying to recall if he’d worked to impress you any more than you had. Maybe you were right: he could remember doing a few extra reps every time you’d joined him in the gym and he had shown off a little whenever you guys had studied together in the library or your shared living room. And there was that time he’d learned how to make your favourite dish so he could see the adorable smile that would light up your features when you came home to it after class. Ay, mierda. Maybe he really had always been trying to impress you.
“There’s no guy, mami,” Gabi sighs, rolling her eyes at your implication. You fix your daughter with a challenging look and she finally starts feeling self-conscious.
“There isn’t!” she insists, shifting awkwardly in position. “It’s just … Everyone else my age dresses up like this now!”
You turn to Rio in question. “Rio? Does everyone in Gabi’s year dress up like this?”
“We wear school uniforms, mamà,” Rio replies exasperatedly, not wanting to be dragged into the conversation.
“Outside of school?” you question, mimicking his sarcastic tone. Rio shrugs and glances at his phone again.
“I dunno,” he replies, coolly “I don't go around looking at fourteen-year-olds outside of school.”
“Right answer …” Miguel supposes, confused by his son’s response. “Wrong situation.”
You let your hands fall back to your sides, then you start walking up the stairs towards Gabriella.
“Wait.” You stop suddenly and quickly return to the kitchen to grab the bowl of candy. Gabi furrows her brows at you, but holds a hand out to help you.
“What are you doing?” she asks, helping you carry the bowls up to her room.
“I am making sure your brother stays healthy and your father stays hot,” you reply, prompting a wince out of your daughter.
“Why do I keep asking you questions I know I don't want to hear the answers to?”
“Because you're your father's daughter.”
Roommate!Miguel whose entire body warms at your words.
How could you still call him ‘hot’, even after all this time? After seventeen years of marriage and three kids? Rio jumps up as the sound of his friends’ voices float through the doorway.
“Bye, mami! Bye, Gabi!” he calls up the stairs, prompting you to rush out of his sister’s room and back down the stairs.
“Wait! Let me see your costumes!” you screech excitedly, gesturing for Miguel to get your phone. He grabs it from the kitchen island and turns on the camera as he joins you. “Oh my god! You boys look so good!”
You lean over to look at the photos he’s taken and Miguel wraps his arm around your waist.
“Thanks, Mrs O’Hara,” Nick replies, flicking his shaggy wig out of his eyes. He takes in your costume: a long-sleeved black dress that exposes your collarbone and clings to your figure. “You look good too! The Addams family?”
He shoots you a cheeky wink and Miguel pulls you a little closer into his side.
“This is why I don’t invite you guys over anymore,” Rio says, smacking his friend on the back of the head.
“Oh my god!” Gabi squeals, joining the two of you on the porch. “You guys look amazing!”
“You look,” Shawn begins excitedly, his features lighting up when he sees Gabi. He pauses quickly, calming himself down so he doesn’t come across as too eager, then he finishes coolly, “nice too.”
Gabriella smiles, oblivious to Shawn’s sudden shyness in her presence. “Thanks! My mum helped me!”
Roommate!Miguel who breathes a sigh of relief when he sees his daughter’s new outfit.
You’d made her roll her shorts back down to her mid-thighs and gotten rid of the fishnet stockings beneath. Then you’d switched her two-sizes-too-small shirt to an oversized black band tee you’d tucked into her shorts and rolled up the sleeves of. Finally, you’d clipped a section of her hair back, revealing her kohl-lined eyes, cherry red lips and two small fangs that peeked out from between her lips whenever she smiled.
“Whoa, are you … shining, honeybee?” Danny asks, squinting to check that he was seeing right. Gabi frowns at the nickname, but holds her arms out for everyone to see.
“Yup!” she confirms delightedly. “But it’s a secret.”
“Hey, bee!” Mayday calls, walking through their gate in almost the exact same outfit Gabriella had had on earlier. “Are you- Oh! Hi, Rio …”
Rio grimaces as she lowers her head, letting her curly hair fall over her shy smile. You press your lips together as Miguel digs his fingers into your side and reach up to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. It was pretty obvious that his best friend’s daughter had a crush on your oldest son, but your husband had insisted time and time again that though he loved Peter, he did not want to become his brother-in-law.
‘I don’t think that’s how it works, cariño,’ you’d supposed, amused by your husband’s horror at the very prospect.
‘Good,’ Miguel had responded firmly. ‘I don’t want it to work.’
“Bye, guys!” Rio exclaims, pushing his friends out the gate before Mayday could say anything more.
“Bye, papito! ¡Te amo!” you call after him quickly. Mayday waves at the group as they rush past, then she jogs over to her best friend.
“Wow! Nice dress, Aunty X! And you look really good in that suit, Uncle Miguel! Oh my god!” She stops suddenly when she notices Gabriella’s outfit. “You look so good, Gabi! How did you …?”
“My mum helped,” she explains, pulling her friend in the house behind her. “Come on! I’ll help you get changed, then we can still match!”
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Negotiation (Dazai x Reader)
Pushing the chubby Dazai agenda, he's so cute! Look at his little belly, im gonna cry it's so cute!! Missing him terribly.
In which we bribe him with affection and feed him
Read my other dazai oneshots here, here & here This has been in my draft for soo long, but I got a job and forgot about it. Happy late Diwali!
Bye now - Mars ♡
Out of everything you saw yourself doing this year, dating an overdramatic enigmatic manchild who whines like a baby was not one of them.
How did you get here? You started officially dating Dazai a few months ago, you two were exclusive. Before that you probably fooled around for a year, flirting here and there, and going on dates, random hook ups but somewhere along the way, you fell for each other. Hard.
It did have a trial and error period and you did have to set some firm boundaries, because as much as fooling around with him was fun, you craved the security of knowing this wasn’t some meaningless fling to him.
Fast forward to being exclusive with Dazai, he’s an amazing partner. His genius brain is quick to pick up on even the smallest changes and he reads you like an open book. He’s affectionate and he always finds money, granted never his own, to spend on you. He’s great in bed and he’s sweet with words. The list goes on. He’s almost perfect.
However, he’s not the best at opening up, he can talk your ear off without revealing a single thing about his mind. His heart. He also tends to neglect himself very much, at first you thought it was just temporary work stress but even when he’s away from work he does it.
At first you noticed how he only puts in efforts when you’re around, and the longer your relationship went on, the less effort he made. The biggest issue you have is how he so carelessly skips meals. It makes you angry but after some thoughts and rants to your cat, you’ve decided to bribe him.
You wanted to be subtle about it but honestly, he probably already picked up on it. You’re convinced he just allows you to do what you want.
You started off small and your plan was to gradually build him up to regular meals.
The first time you did it, it was as simple as feeding him a bite from your snack. A simple yogurt bowl with fruits and a “Mm, try this, it’s good” and stuffing his mouth with a spoonful of yogurt and berries.
That became a regular habit you did, giving him small bites of your snacks whether that be protein bars, cookies, chocolates. This then transferred into your meals, purposefully adding more to your plate so you can whine about not finishing it and offering the rest to him so he can.
That didn’t last long, he quickly caught on your little act and urge you to feed it to your cat instead.
Then the brilliant idea of bribing him with kisses and affection to eat came about. It started with an argument and then you two not speaking for two days. Angry as you were, you decided to deny him of your hugs and you two slept with you backs to each other, you slept at least. Dazai stayed up and drank his feelings. The second night he didn’t even come home, God knows where he were.
The third day you two resolved your little conflict and with some probing, sweet words, kissing and negotiation you got Dazai to eat at least one full meal a day.
You both agreed on that. Baby steps, one meal a day, it’s better than drinking alcohol and eating tinned crab almost every day.
Right now, you were both on the couch, you on his lap with his arms lazily slung around you. You had a small bowl of rice and stir-fried vegetables along with some eggs.
You held the chopsticks up to his lips and looks at him in his eyes, “Please” you looked down at his lips, “For me” you watched as he hesitantly opened his mouth and took the food and chewed and swallowed.
Placing a kiss on his forehead you praised him for his first bite.
Then you repeated that until the bowl of food was almost finished, feeding him, kissing him, praising him.
After he managed to finish, you placed the bowl down and caress his cheeks, “You did so good, m’proud” you mumbled and kisses him. Your hands cupped his face, lips brushing against his cheeks, the tip of his nose, the crease of his brows, his temple, his jawline. Just anywhere your lips found, you placed sweet kisses.
He smiled and you felt like you’d melt away and fall off the couch if it weren’t for his arms around you. “Thank you, Bella” He mumbles quietly, and you can’t help but capture his lips in another sweet kiss. You feel his hands squeeze your waist, pulling you closer to him as he desperately returns your kiss.
He pulls away from you, his brows furrowed, and he belched and it catches you off guard. Dazai looks at you, awaiting your reaction and when he saw your smile and heard a little giggle, it triggered his own smile.
“I really am proud of you, Osamu”
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Diwali with the Touchstarved LIs !!!
Quick little note, this is my first time doing anything like this so I’m sorry if it’s wonky and a bit out of character :’) also I’ll add the translations for some things at the end !!
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- For the puja, I think Kuras would be in charge of making the diyas
- Someone would have to make the sweets so uh I feel like Mhin could be a decent cook, Ais would cook out of nescessity, and Leander could cook well as long as someone makes sure he doesnt start experimenting and make whatever that gooey green drink was....
- Leander would buy the laddoos, and would assist Mhin in making the kheer
- Vere would be in charge of the rangoli, and obviously it’s going to look spooktacular (monster high reference, I can’t stop saying it.)
- During the puja, the MC/reader would be in charge of it because uh idk maybe they happen to be Indian so…!!! (Are there other Indian Touchstarved fans please where are you guys 💔)I feel like Vere would kind of be away from it because of the bell and I feel like he would have sensitive hearing because well, fox ears guy!!
- Mhin and Ais would DEVOUR all of the sweets after the puja
- For the first prayer song moment I feel like it would go well, then the second one Vere may try to annoy someone idk Mhin maybe and then everything spirals…
- it’s okay eventually everything calms down and we get to do fireworks !!
- Ais and Leander would go crazy with the fire bang or snaps or whatever those are called I don’t know 😞 they’d get into a competition on who can throw down the whole bag and get all of them to explode at once
- Mhin would look at the sparkler in their hand like Howl Pendragon looking at the star
- Vere would try to light everyone but Ais on fire. You’re next. Run.
- Okay time for fireworks show time !!
- Vere loves looking at the fountain of colors exploding in the sky, but would hate how loud it sounds
- Kuras and Ais likes all of the fireworks, he isn’t bothered by the noise or blinding colors, he admires them all.
- Leander seems like the guy to love fireworks, and the type of guy to start saying some huge festival speech that the others tune out
- I don’t think Mhin would like fireworks at all because of how flashy and loud it is, so they’d be inside consuming the rest of the kheer or chugging some falooda
- Or Leander dragged them out because festival time!! We must be together!! Friendship!!!! So now they’re by Kuras covering their ears and glaring at Leander
- Eventually everyone calmed down and finally looked at the fireworks
- Happy ending.
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Hey y’all sorry for the abrupt stop, I’m exhausted. I have so many art ideas and fic ideas all while being a student and it’s exhausting, so this is bad I know. Anyway the translations
Puja- it’s basically worshipping or prayer time.
Diyas- 🪔 THERES AN EMOJI FOR IT anyway it looks like that! The way my family does it is we have the little clay cup part and a piece of cotton, twist it, put it in the cup with some ghee(a specific type of butter) and boom you got a diya
Laddu/laddoo- for this you have to search up… it’s this orange colored and spherical shaped sweet, but i don’t know what it’s made of
Kheer- Indian rice pudding 10/10
falooda- kind of a milkshake, with basil seeds and sev (noodle things) inside, and it’s scrumptious there’s multiple flavors the the rose flavor is the best and iconic one 10/10
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The 13th Anniversary Arshi Fiesta
Moodboard : Historical AU
Whispers of the Heart | Chapter 25 ( final)
DISCLAIMER: The story is set in the early 20th century. While I have made efforts to capture the essence of the era, there may be inaccuracies as this is a work of fantasy. I do not own the characters Arnav and Khushi, and this story is purely fictional with no relation to any real individuals, living or dead. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.
WARNING: 18+, MATURE CONTENT.
Final Chapter
Three years later.
It was the eve of Diwali, the festival of lights. The Rajput haveli was a vision of grandeur and festivity this evening. The entire estate was adorned with intricate decorations. Strings of twinkling fairy lights draped over every window and doorway and vibrant rangoli patterns were meticulously crafted at the entrance. Rows of gleaming diyas, their soft flickering flames casting a warm, golden glow, lined the pathways and courtyards, creating a serene and enchanting ambience. The air was filled with the scent of freshly made sweets and the sounds of laughter and celebration, as the household came alive with the spirit of joy and togetherness.
Arnav and Khushi had been celebrating their Dewalis with the Rajput family instead of their own Haveli, which they had finally managed to build according to their own taste. It was especially Khushi's touch that could be seen in every corner of the new Raizada state. Though they had a beautiful house of their own, they very much enjoyed spending their Dewalis with the Rajputs. Because, all of their near and dear ones were here and with Mahindar and Manorama's advancing age, they wanted to celebrate the festivals surrounded by all of their children.
"Oh shit."
Arnav hurriedly entered the room and locked the door behind him. Khushi was in the midst of getting ready. was adjusting a delicate gold necklace around her neck. She had styled her dark hair elegantly in loose waves that had gone perfectly with the stunning deep red sari, she had worn. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of concern as she looked up from her reflection.
"What happened?"
"The string of my trousers just snapped. Did you bring a spare?" Arnav replied, noticing how gorgeous she looked.
"Let me see."
As Khushi proceeded to see Arnav's broken trouser string, a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.
"Aren't you a bit too eager to see my treasures, Mrs. Raizada?"
Rolling her eyes at his antics, she said, "Take it off."
"As you wish."
Arnav grabbed her waist, gently placing her on the desk in her room. The old desk was not that big, leaving her back pressed against the wall. He moved to stand between her legs, gently pushing them apart.
"What are you doing?" she whispered yelled as his hands slid up her thighs. He wrapped one of his hands around her waist, pulling her a little closer, while he put the other hand against the wall, above her head.
"Nothing, just testing how sturdy the desk is," he said leaning closer to her. A playful smirk curled on the corners of his lips.
"Arnav, everyone is waiting for us downstairs."
"A few more minutes won't hurt them," he said, capturing her lips in a teasing kiss while his hands gathered her saree around her waist. He touched her in between her legs, finding her already eager for him.
"Ap aise nahi kar sakte," she whispered, biting her lips.
"Kyun nahi kar sakta? Biwi ho tum meri, my legally wedded wife." A soft whimper escaped her lips, as he pushed his fingers in between her nether lips. "And look at you," he murmured, "....already so ready for me. The idea of us on this desk excites you, huh?"
Khushi swatted his shoulder lightly and smiled, her eyes full of mirth. "Shut up."
"Make me."
In the past few years, so much had changed. What hadn't was the undeniable pull between them. Despite the upheavals in many aspects of their lives, there they were, still wrapped up in their own little world.
He looked devastatingly handsome, as always-nothing special in that. But the navy blue kurta he wore today made his eyes stand out even more, and they were now focused on Khushi, brimming with mirth.
Khushi clutched his collars and pulled him close as she fused their lips together, successfully wiping off the teasing grin on his face. Meanwhile, Arnav got rid of his trousers and entered her in a swift motion. Both of them moaned softly, their pleasure barely contained. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as she pulled him closer. Her back arched slightly while she adjusted to him. His lips travelled down her neck alternately sucking and kissing her soft supple skin. Her head fell back, eyes fluttered shut.
"Don't leave marks. It would be very awkward in front of the relatives." The desk beneath her creaked softly as he began to move.
"Shhh... I won't... at least not where everyone can see." He whispered, lightly sucking behind her ear.
Their rhythm grew frantic. They tried desperately to muffle their moans, as he pounded repeatedly into her. He then realized they were making lots of noises.
"Shit, your bangles.''
"Huh..?" When Arnav saw his wife completely blissed out and lost in the sensation. He just shrugged his shoulder and went back to his previous activities. Soon, their moans mingled in each other's necks as they finished together.
Both were breathing heavily. Khushi cradled her face against his shoulder, her fingers gently playing with his hair. While Arnav tried to catch his breath by resting his head on her neck. A sudden knock on the door startled them. Instead of pushing him away, Khushi clutched his neck even tighter, holding him close. Akash Bhai's voice came through the door.
"Khushi?"
Regaining her composure, Khushi answered in a shaky voice, "Haan, Bhai?" Her body froze in place.
"Where's Arnav? Hasn't he come yet? Bareilly wale Fufaji usko kabse dhoond rahe hain."
"Hume nahi pata, Bhai. Humne unko nahi dekha."
Khushi noticed her husband's shoulders shaking lightly. She cast a glare at his shoulders as if willing them to stop.
"Theek hain, main dekhta hoon. Tum jaldi tayaar hoke niche aao."
As Akash Bhai's footsteps faded, Arnav couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. He looked back at his wife, his amusement contagious. Khushi tried to give him a stern look but ended up laughing along with him, playfully swatting his chest. Arnav gazed at her affectionately before capturing her lips with his.
As much as he loved to kiss her whimpering lips, he loved kissing her smiling ones even more.
After freshening up, Arnav headed downstairs. As soon as he reached the bottom, two little bodies collided with him, and he effortlessly scooped them up into his arms. Three-year-old Akansha, a spitting image of Anjali as a child, brought back memories of his sister's younger days, while five-year-old Ajit, a perfect blend of Akash and Payal. They grinned up at him. Arnav settled into a nearby lounge chair, both children comfortably perched on his lap.
Little Akansha said in her baby voice, "Mamaji, thank you for the gift. Ma said me to thank you." She placed a tiny kiss on his cheek.
Not to be outdone, little Ajit mimicked her. "Ha, Mamaji, thank you."
Akansha quickly turned to him, frowning. "Arre, buddhu, wo sirf mere Mamaji hain. Tumhare nehi."
"He isn't your Mamaji either," Khushi chided little Akansha lovingly. "Remember what I told you? When you go to our house, you'll call him Mamaji. But when we come here, you have to call him Fufaji."
Arnav scrunched his nose in response, "Don't confuse the children, Khushi." Then, turning back to them, he added, "Why don't both of you just call me Uncle, okay?"
Both of them nodded and sprinted off to play in the courtyard.
Meanwhile, two pairs of brown eyes eagerly awaited their turn on his lap. As soon as it was vacant, they climbed onto each of his thighs. A sweet, confused voice asked, "Daddy, do we need to call you that too?"
"Oh, no, I've worked too hard for you to ever call me that."
"Well, your daddy was very close to being called 'Uncle' by my children once upon a time," Khushi said, lightly touching the little girl's nose.
Arnav cast her a mock glare and mouthed soundlessly, "How dare you?" In response, Khushi just laughed.
While little Ayushi snuggled against her father's neck, little Kush played with his toy, absorbed in his own world. Roma Chachi had remarked aptly that Khushi had indeed given birth to their own reflections, as the three-year-old twins were perfect mirrors of their parents.
While little Ayushi was a bit clingy and voiced her need for attention, little Kush was more reserved. Arnav saw himself in Kush more and more as the days went by. Though Kush didn't seek attention outwardly, inside he was just as eager for snuggles and cuddles as his sister. Even if he pretended otherwise, he desired the same affection. So, Arnav made sure to give both children equal attention. And in some cases, he made an extra effort to give affection to Kush while he was still open to it. Because, As Kush grew up, Arnav knew his little boy might not appreciate his father hugging him as much as his daughter might. It's just a man-code.
Arnav pulled little Ayushi closer, planting a kiss on her head, while he affectionately rubbed his son's back. Khushi watched them with a soft smile, her heart swelling with warmth and tenderness. It had been three years since their birth, and Khushi had been pestering Arnav for another child, but he kept refusing. Their birth had traumatized him enough. Arnav till date clearly remembered and almost felt the panic that he had gone through that night.
He had arranged for the best midwife in the area and had called a trained nurse from the missionary hospital for the delivery. The doctor had come as well and assured him that everything was alright and that the birth would proceed naturally. And there he was, pacing in front of the room where Khushi had been for two hours-two hours of listening to her whimpering and screaming in pain. Arnav was just minutes away from asking Hariprakash to fetch the doctor again when a deafening cry of a newborn pierced the air.
A joyous shout of Roma Chachi came from inside, "It's a boy!"
A few moments later, Roma Chachi emerged from the room with a little crying bundle and approached Arnav. But at the same time, another scream from Khushi nearly stopped his heartbeat. Roma Chachi tried to pass the baby to Arnav, but he grabbed her upper arms and asked urgently, "What's happening inside? How's Khushi?"
A hushed whisper circulated among the women in the room who had come to assist with the birth, noting Mr. Raizada's reluctance to take the baby in his arms. Roma Chachi looked around, guessing how the situation must appear, and spoke to Arnav in a hushed voice.
"Take your son, Arnav. Khushi will be alright."
Chastised by his mother-in-law, Arnav looked at the baby, who had stopped crying and was now gazing at him with wide eyes. He took the baby in his arms and sat on a sofa in the corridor. The baby's little body squirmed in the palm of his hand. Father and son stared at each other for quite some time. An overwhelming sense of protectiveness washed over him, though he couldn't exactly name the other emotions coursing through him. He just kissed the baby boy's forehead lightly and spoke softly as if the baby would clearly understand his words, "I'm not mad at you. I'm just scared."
A little while later, Anjali took the baby from Arnav while Khushi's screams continued to echo from the room, driving him to the brink of madness. He asked Hariprakash to fetch the doctor and also asked Anjali to go inside and see what was happening. Suddenly, the screaming stopped, and Arnav's heart pounded at the sudden silence. Roma Chachi emerged with another bundle, her face radiant with a brilliant smile. "There was another baby-a girl. It's a little Khushi."
Arnav placed his hand on the baby's head and asked, "How's she?"
"She will be okay, Arnav," Roma Chachi reassured him and transferred the baby to Arnav. He felt her snuggle into him as he placed a soft kiss on her crown. Since then, Little Ayushi never missed a chance to snuggle into her father's arm.
When everybody went home and the babies were settled with Anjali and Payal in the next room. Roma Chachi decided to sleep in the room, attached to where Khushi was. She was sleeping soundly after giving birth. The doctor said she had lost a lot of blood. Although the bleeding had stopped, she had become very weak. She looked pale, alarmingly pale actually and her breathing was shallow. Fear gripped Arnav's heart despite everybody's reassurance.
He spent the night holding her hand and sitting on the floor near her head, counting her breaths. He didn't know when he fell asleep, his head resting near their joined hands. But he woke up to Khushi's gentle fingers lightly gliding through his hair. When he opened his eyes, she urged him to lie down beside her on the bed. He obliged, and she didn't waste any time snuggling into his chest, her arm draped across his belly.
"Will you be angry with me for the rest of your life if I leave this world before you?"
Arnav's heart dropped at her question. "Don't ask me questions like that."
"Answer me, please."
He pressed his lips to her forehead. "I can never be angry at you."
"Good, I don't want you to be angry at me at all."
"Then don't even think of leaving."
Khushi tilted her head to look at him and smiled tiredly. Arnav placed a soft kiss on her dry lips. "I felt like I would never see you again, or our babies..... I was so scared."
Arnav gulped down the lump in his throat and didn't say anything in response, only pulled her closer to his body.
She had been quiet for a while, and Arnav thought she had fallen asleep when she spoke again."We have two babies now," she said almost disbelievingly.
"Yes, we do. We didn't even know how to raise one."
"Shhh, we'll manage," she said dreamily. "One baby is for you, one baby is for me. Did you hold them?"
"Yes, I did."
"I haven't yet. I guess I had fainted at the end," she said sadly.
"Why don't you get some sleep and gather some energy, Mommy?" he said lovingly. "If they're to be like you, we'll have a lot on our hands."
"What are you saying? I was a very quiet kid."
"Sure, you were," he whispered against her forehead.
"You were no better, mister. I know all the stories from your childhood, so you can't deny it. At least I didn't get stuck in a patila."
Laughing, Arnav gathered her in his arms even tighter, and both of them fell asleep like that.
"Bhaiya, Bhabi, come quickly! Roma Aunty is calling you," Amelia's voice called out across the courtyard to the little bubble of the family of four, who were just chatting.
Over the years, Amelia blossomed into the remarkable young lady she was destined to be. As the cloud of melancholy gradually lifted, it revealed her true essence—a kind, compassionate, and fun-loving individual, fiercely protective of those she loved.
"Let's go Mrs.Raizada."
He extended his hand toward his wife.
Khushi looked up at his extended hand, recalling a time when he had reached out in much the same way to guide a little girl out of the darkness.
Khushi scooped up Kush in her arms as Arnav held Ayushi. Hand in hand with their children nestled in their arms, they joined the rest of the family. The warmth of the burning diyas cast a golden glow over them.
In the end, as they embraced the spirit of the festival, they realized they found their perfect piece of forever in each other's arms, in each other's eyes, knowing that this was where they were always meant to be.
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Little Star (Monkey Man, 2024)
Author’s Note: I watched Monkey Man twice this past weekend! Here’s a scene between the woman in the Green Dress, and the dog. This fic is dark and sad, but has a hopeful twist. Tara is pronounced Taara here, and it’s the hindi word for Star. Stay tuned for information about my patreon (soon)!
Blood. Blood everywhere, and it was a beautiful thing, and the thought made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. How far had she fallen from the girl she was, to look at all this destruction in what was left of the kitchen, and see only beauty?
Sita instinctively picked up the hem of her silky green dress, so it wouldn’t drag on the red tile of the kitchen, as if it mattered now, as if Queenie’s blood hadn’t spattered all over her face when she’d caved her skull in.
She shuffled forward, slowly, steadily, so as not to slip on her stupid shoes. She’d never minded high heels, she liked the idea of being tall enough to look someone in the eyes, but not now. Not anymore.
He’d really done it, hadn’t he? A month ago, when he’d taken his first shot at Rana Singh, she knew by the look in his eyes it was only a matter of time. And it was.
Bobby.
Another shaky step brought her further to the fucking exit of this cursed place, and she laughed to herself thinking of how she would never come back here.
She giggled thinking about how hard Queenie had hid the ground, and the dull crunch that her hand made when he’d stolen her thumb.
It wasn’t funny. Nothing about it would ever be funny, but it sent her forward. There was no other way to go.
There was a split second, stepping over all of the blood and death, where Sita almost slipped. A moment, where her breath caught and she thought a moment ahead, to when she would have hit the ground. Knowing herself the way she did, she likely would have stayed there.
But she didn’t. She didn’t. She caught herself, as she always did, and almost winced at the loud clack of her heels on the fatigued pavement.
The night air was cool, descending like a blanket. When was the last time she’d been outside? She wondered.
Diwali was in full swing, she could hear it from blocks away. There was a chance she could run into the night and never be seen again. It wasn’t as if her jailers were able to come find her from the afterlife. It wasn’t as if she had any money that could be stolen from her. Anyone who had cared for her was in the wind, or dead, including the man on the top floor with a finger in his pocket.
Last time she stood in this alley, Sita told him not to keep feeding the dog. That she’d only keep coming back, with hope. Hope breeds misery, and she wouldn’t wish that on such a sweet creature.
He’d known her tattoo was a koyal, and he’d seen right through the rest of her too. She couldn’t do the same, and she’d hated him for it.
How could someone wear their softness so openly, and be completely opaque at the same time. She had to hate him, and he’d let her, with complete understanding. But she couldn’t now, could she. . . Why not?
Who was left to tell her she wasn’t ladylike enough, or enough for that matter? In the many evenings from that one night, she’d heard him whistle. Sita copied the tone.
She had been kind once, maybe with everyone dead or gone, she could be again.
Several heartbeats passed, and she found herself wondering if the dog was alright. She thought the worst, as that’s what the truth probably was.
The little dog had been trampled to death, maybe some drunk men had decided to torture and kill the poor thing, maybe the sweet creature was in heaven now…Her large eyes began to well, and she tried whatever she could to shove it down.
Perhaps after all this time, Sita was still a fool.
And then, tap tap tap tap of little paws on the pavement.
In the alley, Sita turned slowly, met by a pair of bright, brown eyes, and a warmth spread in her chest, like a paintbrush in water. The dog looked alright, more robust than the last time she’d seen her, and sat perfectly still, waiting.
She couldn’t help but coo at the good girl.
“Come here, my little star,” The puppy inched closer, body wiggling in the way babies do, “we can’t stop to eat now, but we will.”
The dog - Tara, she decided - tapped her cold, wet nose against Sita’s hand, and the woman reached down to pick her up. She was mostly bone, with more muscle and fat than other dogs she’d seen - Bobby would take the credit for that, in her mind.
By the size of the dog's feet, Tara would be large, and with Sita at her side, she would, in fact, grow up.
“What have you got?” She asked the puppy, meeting her big brown eyes, Sita took the burlap scrap, to reveal a gun. A very, very old, heavy gun - loaded. With a note, in bold, curved, letters:
TIME TO REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE
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Maha Kali is the fiercest of all goddesses of Hinduism. The word Kali has its roots in the Sanskrit word "Kaal", which means time. And nothing escapes from time. Goddess Kali is sometimes referred as the goddess of death. But actually Kali brings the death of the ego. Even in the scriptures, she has killed demons but not anyone else. Kali is also not associated with Yama (the Hindu God of Death). Kali is considered a form of mother. Maa Kali is one of the few Goddesses who are celibate and practice renunciation. Goddess Kali and Lord Shiva, both are regarded to inhabit cremation grounds. Devotees go to these places to meditate with the purpose of overcoming the ego. The cremation grounds emphasize the idea that the body is temporary. Kali and Shiva are known to stay in cremation grounds because it is our attachment to the body that gives rise to the ego. Kali and Shiva give the idea of liberation by dissolving the illusion of the ego. The corporeal frame ultimately vanishes but the soul still remains. This is emphasized by the scene in the cremation grounds. Maha Kali is the most compassionate of all the forms of goddesses as she provides salvation or liberation to her children. Kali is equivalent to Shiva because both of them are the destroyers of evil, fake and unreal. It is considered that with the glimpse of Maa Kali, ego trembles with terror seeing its own eventual demise in her. People who are attached to their ego would not be able to receive the idea of Kali and she will appear in a wrathful form to them. But people, who are engaged in spirituality, removing the illusion of the ego, will find Maha Kali in a different form. Maa Kali will appear as sweet, affectionate, and overflowing with perplexing love for them.! 💀🔱💀 Jai Maa Kali 💀🔱💀🔱💀 “Maha Kali” Marie Seeberger Kali Creates Time-less Reality on New Moon Night Mother Kali emerges out of darkness of the new Moon night of Diwali to dispel darkness and bring light. If you reach out and seek her companionship closely through your heart, she manifests in your consciousness. And as you begin to harmonize yourself with her energies, she brings you bliss. Kali, Indian Antiquities, 1794
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DPS Girls & what's on their FYP (headcanons) This is very self indulgent but these are my hcs for what I think would be on each dps girls' fyp on tiktok c: they're under the cut - enjoy !
Elizabeth Caledonia “Calamity” / Ashe: Elizabeth's fyp is definitely littered with weaponry videos, especially historical ones where they restore them. Chainmail, swords, guns used in the American Revolution, things like that. She likes the videos where people show off their historical lighters too, and her fyp reflects that. On the other hand, she's definitely got a good amount of luxury lifestyle videos where people show off their designer items, high end perfumes, etc.
Echo: Echo's fyp is often a reflection of her need to understand humans - she watches a lot of TED talk videos reuploaded to tiktok, and likes to watch those ai generated videos from reddit with the story times. It's her guilty pleasure, and she often finds them interesting, especially when she reads the comments and sees the plethora of different opinions and perspectives. Plus, it helps her unwind after a difficult day since she doesn't need to focus on them too heavily to know what's going on.
Mei-Ling Zhou: Mei has an affinity for those calming, relaxation videos with rain sounds that have the most beautiful sceneries. She likes vicariously living through the pictures of mountains or fields people post when they're hiking, and loves to indulge in the beauty of the scenes they're in. It's something that helps bring back her passion if she's lost it in that moment. Besides from that, she gets a lot of activism posts ever since she deep dived the meaning behind the phrase ‘flowers are blooming on Antarctica’ and heard Lena talking about the Just Stop Oil movement in the UK. Mei enjoys seeing people actively fighting for the planet, and it's something she'll always interact with.
Fareeha Amari / Pharah: With Fareeha's lifestyle, she would definitely have gymtok flooding her fyp - she likes to get new ideas for workouts, and loves exploring new brands to try for her own leisure and fitness. She gets the occasional video about family and generational trauma, with it being something she resonates with. But, she likes to have some humour on her FYP and she'd definitely be the type to have freaky bob sort of videos on it.
Vivian Chase / Sojourn: Vivian enjoys alcohol related videos, especially if they're aesthetic. She likes to watch wine bottle dipping, the process of making wine out of unconventional ingredients like sweets. It's her guilty pleasure, and she finds them pleasing to the eye. On the other hand, she'd probably have those reuploaded tiktok videos with the questionable videos next to them (iykyk), and she unironically likes them a lot.
Olivia Colomar / Sombra: Olivia's fyp is definitely in the ravetok sort of area of things - she loves to watch videos of Boiler Room sets, rave outfits, etc. and it's her guilty pleasure. Anything related to rave or club culture is on her fyp for sure. She loves videos about fashion too, especially cyberpunk fashion. It's something she'll always like and it gives her ideas for her own outfits.
Satya Vaswani / Symmetra: Satya has a guilty pleasure for videos where people make digital art on roblox, in VR, that sort of thing. Something about it tickles her brain just right. On that note, she definitely enjoys those ASMR slime/clay videos too for the fact that they help her unwind mentally (even when she's somewhat judging small details in the video like the creator's nails or movements). However, she would definitely have videos about Indian culture, exploring her heritage. She misses India, and so her fyp would have the occasional video about Sarees or about the upcoming Diwali date/plans people have to celebrate.
Lena Oxton / Tracer: On Lena's fyp, you can expect to see videos about extreme sports or thrill-seeking activities, like skydiving, bungee jumping, pole vaulting, BMX racing, drag racing, etc. She enjoys watching and envies them for their ability to have the guts to go through with it. It inspires her and makes her want to explore more avenues of adventure in life, especially with Emily. On the other hand, she definitely gets a lot of Olympic content on her fyp and is up to date with the current events and drama surrounding the Olympics.
Amelie Lacroix / Widowmaker: Amelie binge-watches Nara Smith's content sorry not sorry. She loves aesthetic, calming cooking videos she can mindlessly watch. She lives vicariously through the videos, especially if the creator is a married woman with children. It sometimes brings her mood down, but she mostly focuses on how good the food looks and how accurate French dishes are. She likes to watch videos of people attempting to bake desserts, especially macarons, and always comments tips and tricks she's learned or been taught in the past to help the creator and others.
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Hey?!I crave telugu james potter but the world is not ready for it z so please please do telugu james potter hcs
AHHHHH you have no idea how happy i was to see this?? i was pleasantly surprised when i first saw that there was a popular hc in the fandom that james was indian?? its fun but sometimes its just very superficial - he celebrates diwali and throws in one or two hindi words, lol.
my hc:
Honestly the strongest point i have is that he is from telangana lol (warangal bidda if you will)
he listens to telugu music (only knows what his dad listens to tho). it was hard to connect to the telugu popculture (hogwarts doesnt have technology and he's in the U.K. anyway)
James would probably be a chiranjeevi fan (he was very campy and talented!) if he cared. He would crush on sridevi, it's just natural.
He didn't care for cultural festivals, and his parents are Christian, but he devoured Ugadi pachadi. (laddoos and kaja for Christmas?? anyone?? Sirius would be so fascinated with putharekulu and remus' sweet tooth would be happy with all the sweets-his fav is peda!)
I tried to be period friendly (even looked up media in the 70s lmao), but if it's just any era: James would be a hoe for 2000s films. probably loves okkadu if I'm being real.
his cousins in the mainland definitely gave him shit for his accent, and he doesn't care enough to code switch.
if he was a muggle in India, definitely would go to hps for school (very self-indulgent, lmao)
he uses dad and amma. (Nanna feels a little awkward, okay!!!)
saying "abbaaaaa" when things don't go his way, (any chance for an ABBA telugu pun shouldn't be left out, btw) and "cheeee" when disgusted.
he used to tease his parents for their 4 p.m. chai habits and call it unhealthy but would pick it up during the first war. just a reminder of normality in the chaos and would give a moment with loved ones. he finally understood why his parents always had their chai and biscuits out in the garden, at 4 p.m.
his mum would insist on oiling his hair (to somehow manage the messy mop on his head) during holidays. he'd fight back hard but give in when she threatened to do it with magic. (he'd be super relaxed cause of the massaging but will never admit). he misses that later and cries hard into lily's shoulder one day, when she casually rubs his scalp in a way it reminds him of his mother (and how she'd never oil his head now!)
feel free to add on (or dismiss anything you don't like hahahaha)
#honestly everything is related to food and film lmao#idk how to hc diaspora so i stayed away from complicated feelings#wanted to add he loves biryani but that is very obvious lol#suddenly visualized james potter in a fucking lungi#i shouldn't be asked anything ffs😭😭#thought about lily learning a little bit of telugu and teared up#idek if some things are relavent to him being telugu atp#definitely continue tho#i want read more telugu James hc!!#james potter#indian james potter#desi james potter#headcanon#telugu
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