#Hamari Haveli

[beeapocalypse]

grinding my teeth. unsure of how far i can push kitty b4 she goes from offputting to straight goofy

[mahi-wayy]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝐈𝐈 | 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃

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“I will talk to her tonight."

He isn't sure what was the number of the times he has said this but it was definitely more than four. Devsena was a temperamental woman and a stubborn one at that too and his love unfortunately hasn't changed it. Yet.

“I gave you my word didn't I so please stop stressing and retire for the night. It's been a long day.” 

Her pacing back and forth like his is making his head spin which is quite uncomfortable very obviously. He has been trying to calm down the princess for the past two hours but to no avail.

“How can she make such a decision without even considering your choice?”

Okay it's getting a bit out of hand, it being his patience. 

“Listen to me princess, she is my mother I have never said no to her-”

“So you are going to marry that arrogant woman!?”

“Please let me complete.”

He is a little unsure if it came out as smooth as he wanted it because like he said he is very close to the end of his patience.

“I have never said no to her, that's what might have given her the confidence that I would marry queen Ayudhina. That being said she had not said no to me a lot too so let me please talk to her, I'm positive I can convince her to make some changes to the present arrangements.”

The royal princess glared at his way with her hands crossed in front of her and he was honestly considering walking out on her, as rude as it was he thinks it was still better than ending up yelling at her.

It didn't seem like either would happen because of the way Devesena's posture loosened and she sighed before looking back at him.

“I don't mean to be so all over the place but I'm just not comfortable with all this. I have loved you with all my heart and just the mere mention of you being someone else's husband just messed with my head. You get where I am coming from right?”

Her rant brought a mischievous smile to his face before he spoke in a teasing voice.

“Yeah it's called jealousy in normal language.” 

Amrendra saw the smack he received on his arm coming but he didn't move away because of course it wasn't a serious hit and that's what he gets for pulling her leg.

“I'm going to retire for the night like you said, you go talk to your mother okay?”

Finally, he won one battle.

“I will, have a good night princess.”

“You too.”

With that she walks off with her lady-in-waiting, he swears to lord Shiva he has never felt this sense of accomplishment before, even Kalkeyas were easier to deal with than women in his life.

Speaking of which he has to head the second battle, talking to his mother. May lord Shiva grant him strength to have this whole conversation with his mother.

Surprisingly enough Sivagami was not in her room, she was in the consultation chambers, why? he has zero guesses, not a single thing has gone his way today he is not even going to try and guess this.

The doors open to her stopping mid sentence, in conversation which she was having with a few ministers and Kattappa, to look over at him. 

He tilts his head and the woman nods in agreement, okay one thing went his way, dismissing all men except Kattappa.

“Ma ye vivah? ye sab kya hai?”

He really would like some answers so his head stops making all kinds of things up. 

“Hamari bhool aur use peda hui hamari majburi.”

That just confused him a LOT more than he already was. What kind of compulsion has brought Sivagami to the point she is agreeing to someone else's terms.

“Ma what happen-”

“I'll answer that.”

He recognizes the voice and very purposely doesn't turn to look when the doors open and the familiar anklet chimes announce Ayudhina's presence in the room, he does bow his head in a greeting to the royal presence of the woman.

“Greetings to you too, prince. I'll tell you what your mother did if you may.”

The silence in the room seemed like a yes to her because he continued just seconds later.

“I come from a kingdom called Chandresha, I know you all know about the kingdom but let me stil tell you. We are geographically right across Mahishmati and same in size and might. The only thing that separates our boards from being common is the dense forest and the river between us. Now for some very reasonable reason your mother decided to plant a spy in our nation, which is fine, it's a defence tactic many kingdoms do but yours turned out to be a little more impulsive.”

From the sounds of the anklet, Bahu can tell that she is walking back and forth. 

“My father and the king of Chandresha died a few weeks ago of poisoning and before you do it no need for empathy because he didn't have any of it anyways. So after his death the succession game began. I am his oldest and the only child from his first wife. Apart from me there were four brothers from two more wives.”

Why is he listening to all this again? Answers yes he wants answers.

“Now from what I have heard about you, excluding you my prince, men usually are brutes with close to no brain and so three of my brothers ended up dying in the fight for the throne. Now it's just me and the oldest son of my fathers second wife. Interesting thing about Chandresha is that it doesn't allow female rule, so my plan was to marry a simple minded brute and keep him as my puppet king but your spy ruined things.”

There was silence for a few minutes and he was about to speak up when her voice echoed through the room again.

“I know you are not interested but you have to look at me for a moment for me to make my point, Prince Bahubali.”

She read right through him from all the way to the court huh? interesting. He does turn around and lifts his gaze from her feet up to her face.

He doesn't bother looking over her, not even when she steps closer to him, not like he is interested just like she said but she was gorgeous for a woman that literally anyone would say. What was unsettling for him was that blood red colour, it just disturbs his very core for some reason.

“Now…look”

She waves her hand a little making his eyes focus on it and follow its movement when it gestures for her waist.

Before anyone could say anything, her hand is gathering the pallu of the sari and folding it to be thinner and not cover the whole of her waist and chest and that's when he sees it.

A fresh scar is forming, running right from the left corner of her collarbone to the right corner of her waist and it's a proper sword cut he knows just from seeing it.

Like a curtain her pallu falls to cover the wound again, he is a little shaken that she is so cool about it. 

“On the day of my wedding the bunch of your mother's spies attacked. The plan was to assassinate my fiance and they did with some other court people dying along before we managed to take them down, typical Mahishmati warrior no? But leaving me alive was a mistake.”

He doesn't like the way she speaks, it's mocking from the very beginning of her explanation and it's ticking all his temper buttons.

“You see, from all this chaos four things happened, my fiance was murdered, I was almost killed, I was humiliated and accused of this mess in front of the whole court and at the end forced to flee the kingdom I was supposed to be ruling. Why did this happen? because your mother just couldn't help herself from spying on a stranger kingdom.”

He is so close to saying something very rude, he can also see Kattappa in his peripheral vision and the man seems to be as angry as him.

“I can see the anger in your eyes, it looks beautiful just so you know.” 

That almost caught him off guard before she continued while backing up from him.

“But let me tell you why this anger is useless. There is a minister in Chandresha's court that has many grudges against Mahishmati and he's in incharge of wars just so you know. So imagine if I were to tell him the route to get to this kingdom? or if I tell him that his son, that was my fiance, was killed by spies from here? What will happen?”

“War…”

Kattappa spoke up, finally making his head jerk in his direction.

“Correct and you all can't afford a war of this scale right now…”

Her backing up stopped right in front of Kattappa before he turned to face the older man with a smug face.

“...right?”

The silence in the room was an agreement neither of the three had the guts to make. 

“Your mother was apologetic and guilty when I first came to her, you know so I took a small promise from her.”

The sound of her anklets once again lead towards him and he really doesn't want to hear the words he just knows she is about to say.

“For taking away Chandresha's king she promised me the king of Mahishmati.”

Looks like he will be loosing the war here.

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[dawnofplumeria]

Kokushibo's past marriage HCs

When Michikatsu was 16, he was arranged by his father to marry a girl from a noble family. Michikatsu has no interest in marrying & having kids with someone at the time simply because it feel right for him at the time. However, he voiced no objections to this arrangement since he's the eldest son & presumed only heir to the Tsugikuni clan.

Even after getting the time to know his fiance about a month before the wedding, all he felt is awkwardness & discomfort for being forced to interact with someone he could barely even be friends with. No similar interests, no desire for exchanging frequent physical contact, never saying:"I love you" to each other at any point. At best, these two felt more like acquaintances who would soon be contractual roommates. Doesn't help the fact that he has to deal with the looming prospect that he's bound with someone who feels the same uneasiness towards him.

The name of Michikatsu's late wife was Hanami. She is a quiet, asocial woman who's mind is often occupied with stories that she reads from her scrolls. Like many other noble women in her time, she's composed, docile and well-mannered. At one point during her childhood, she dreamed to be a writer. For a short while, she tried writing her own stories inspired from:"The Tale of Genji" her most favorite novel. However, her family highly discouraged her from perusing an "improper" path, being told that her only role as a noblewoman is to be a wife & a mother. Her lack of courage & in-action stubbornness gets her to easily give up this dream & eventually forget about it.

Despite her elegant, calm posture, she secretly has a resentful, bitter side. Her older brother (5 years older) being the heir to her family means he's often more prioritized & favored than her. His never ending charisma & extroverted charm certainly keeps him in the spotlight with his younger sister forever behind the curtains. Not only is he the one eventually taking over the family business, he also had a much more fulfilling, loving marriage than Hanami.

Michikatsu was 17 & Hanami was 15 when they were married. The first time they did the deed together was their wedding night. They only did so to produce an heir. Luckily for Hanami's first time, she managed to get pregnant with her first child.

Early in the marriage, Hanami tried to present physical & emotional needs in hopes to satisfy the need for connection. She even tried initiating some connections at times. However, Michikatsu can easily see through all of this act which further pushes him away from her. Eventually, Hamari gave up after the birth of her eldest son, especially noticing that Michikatsu didn't put in as much effort as she did to give more life into the marriage.

At the very least for the Tsugikuni couple, they are mostly civil, especially for the sake of their sons. They never argued in front of their children & never expressed any sort of disdain for each other. Since love for marriage is unheard of during this time, they do still feel content that they can do the bare minimum for their roles as spouses & parents.

Four years after the birth of their first son, Kokushibo & Hamari welcomed their second & youngest son. In total, the couple only did the deed twice throughout their marriage. Both are lucky that they didn't have to try multiple times to have children.

Michikatsu is emotionally distant towards Hanami & their sons. He never wanted to be a father since he doesn't feel fit as a parent. He usually leaves all of the childcare to Hanami & Hanami never complains about it since this is a typical family dynamic for the society they live in.

Despite not having any sort of emotional connection to her husband, Hanami is more attentive & loving to her sons than he does. Although the love children have for their parents is completely different from the love people have for their partners, Hanami at least felt at peace for a while, knowing that her sons do love her. She genuinely enjoys spending time with them (ex: playing with them, telling them bedtime stories, having meals with them,ect) & felt the most happy with them.

The eldest son is named Hiroshi & the youngest son is named Genji. Genji is only a few weeks old before Michikatsu abandoned him & his older brother and mother. Hiroshi is a care-free & bright boy with a strong naive mindset. He's also playful & energetic like any boy his age. At the age of five, he wants to be a samurai just like his father. Hanami of course supports Hiroshi's dream. However, she hopes that Hiroshi wouldn't take up too much from his father.

Their marriage & family bond came to an end on the day Michikatsu returned from his encounter with Yoriichi.

[hand-picked-star]

The 13th Anniversary Arshi feista

Moodboard : Historical AU

Whispers of the Heart | Chapter 21

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

Chapter 21

The next few months brought a hectic change to Khushi's life. As their return to India was delayed, she finally enrolled for her last semester at the University of London. Living in a foreign country was one thing, but attending university with people from different cultures was a completely different experience altogether. Though the experience was terrifying at times, it was also profoundly wholesome.

She also met two of her best friends, whom she would cherish for the rest of her life. They would become her partners in establishing the charitable foundation "Little Happiness" which she would build later in her life from scratch. They would also be the first people, besides Arnav, to read the first draft of her debut book, actually almost every book, she would write in future.

One of them, Nithin Kingsley, "Hamari dost hume pyaar se NK bulate hain"-that's his words, not Khushi's, was someone she met in the neighbourhood actually. NK was Devyani Ji's grandson, the son of her daughter who lived in Spain. NK wanted to visit India, so he came to see his grandmother to refine his Hindi. During his stay, Nani Ji, Khushi, and NK embarked on a hilarious journey to sharpen NK's Hindi skills. Through their amusing and sometimes chaotic attempts, NK and Khushi formed an unlikely friendship that lasted a lifetime.

And the other best friend she met, was in university through the extracurricular society she had reluctantly signed up for to earn extra credits. She chose the literary society, driven by her lifelong aspiration to become a writer. The members were divided into groups of ten, each tasked with staging a play in collaboration with the theatrical society. Her group was assigned the play "Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespeare.

It was during the preparation for the play that she met Lalita Kensington. Lalita was the leader of the team, barking orders at everyone. She appointed Khushi with the duty of setting up the fairy lights on the stage to set up the right mood for the actors. Somehow, unbeknownst to anyone, Khushi got entangled in the fairy lights, which were accidentally switched on. From that moment, the team started calling her "Chamkili" to tease her. One day, when Lalita called her by that name, Khushi stood up to her and said she didn't like being called 'Chamkili'.

That day, after wrapping up their dialogue writing class for the literary society, Lalita offered Khushi a bar of chocolate and a dazzling smile.

"Hello, my name is Lalita Kensington. My friends affectionately call me 'La.' You can call me that too," Lalita said, extending a hand to Khushi. "I am sorry I called you 'Chamkili' earlier."

"It's okay," Khushi chuckled, offering her a friendly smile. "Hi, my name is Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada. People affectionately call me Khushi."

"Wow, you have such a long name. But why did you laugh? Are you making fun of my name?" Lalita asked scrunching her eyebrows.

"No, no. Your name reminded me of my neighbour. He talks like you, actually. His name is Nithin Kingsley, but people affectionately called him NK." They both shared a gleeful laugh.

"Is he cute?"

And that's how their banter began, becoming seemingly unstoppable whenever these two friends got together. They bonded over their shared love for literature and food. And Khushi found a precious friendship she had never expected. So it was very surreal for Khushi when the two best friends of hers met and formed an instant connection.

It was her 20th birthday. Nani Ji and NK had planned a surprise for her. Nani Ji baked a cake and came to visit her in the afternoon. Khushi was so happy. She made jalebis and rabri for her birthday and offered them to Nani Ji and NK. As she was making tea for them, the doorbell rang.

"Khushi ji, chinta mat kijiye. Main dekhta hoon," NK's voice filtered through the kitchen.

As NK opened the door, it felt as though time had slowed down. He came face to face with a girl who made his heart almost stop beating as he stared at her without blinking even once.

"Hello," Lalita said, waving a hand in front of him.

"Hi," he murmured breathlessly.

"Who are you? Where's Khushi?"

"Main Khushi ji ka beiman hu."

"Aap Khushi ka kya hain?" she said, doing a double take.

"Beiman, you know, guest."

"Beiman nahi, mehman hota hain."

"Aap Indian ho?"

"Half-Indian. Meri ma Indian hain, dad British."

"Mera bhi. Actually my mom is half-Indian and dad British."

As Khushi approached the front door, she found NK staring foolishly at her best friend with heart-eyes.

Lalita asked Khushi lowly, "Who's this cartoon?"

"La, this is my neighbour I told you about, remember? La, meet Nithin Kingsley, aka NK."

"Hi, I am NK. Aur aapki takleef?"

"What?" Lalita rolled her eyes and added, "Takleef nahi, tareef hota hai. I am La, I mean Lalita Kensington."

"Aap meri dil ki baat kitni achi tarah se jaanti hain, Lalita ji."

Khushi saw Lalita roll her eyes at him again, but a small smile ghosted her lips as he gazed at her with stars in his eyes. Over the next few weeks, NK talked her head off by alternately talking about Lalita and how much he would miss Khushi when she leaves London next month.

"Lalita ji kitni nice hai na, I mean unka face, unki aankhein, unki baal, unki naazuk haath, sab kuch..sab kuch...kitna... kitna nice hai na.....Aur lalita ji jab bathein karti hain....oh..oh..hoo..wow, ese lagta hain ke jese ki saari duniya geyi jhaar mein."

"Hmm."

"Khushi ji, aap agle mahine chale jayenge, hum aapko bohot miss karenge."

"NK, I'll give you my address. Come visit me when you come to India."

The remaining time before going back to India was spent preparing and saying goodbyes. It was a bittersweet moment for Khushi. As for Arnav, he didn't form any emotional attachment to the city, but Khushi had a feeling that she would miss it somehow. She would always hold dear the moments, good or bad, that she spent in this city. She would miss Devyani Ji, NK, and La. She would always miss the cottage that had seen so many of their moments and had been with them through thick and thin. She would also remember the bitter moments, as those had taught her to be better in life.

"Do you need any help wearing that saree? " Arnav asked from the doorway of their room, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"NO, absolutely not. don't come near me," Khushi said rapidly shaking her head. "I don't want to be late for this party."

"Come on, let me help. You're obviously struggling over there," Arnav said, moving closer. "See, this part is sticking out." He tugged at a loose part of her saree from her waist, causing the fabric to unravel completely.

"Arnav!!!!!" Khushi whined, stomping her feet.

Arnav raised his hands in a sign of surrender and flopped down on the bed, hugging a pillow.

"Since when did you make so many best friends? Now you want to go to a girl's birthday party you met six months ago instead of spending this Sunday evening with your husband. I thought I was your best friend," he said, sulking a little.

Khushi let go of the saree and carefully draped it over the back of a chair in the corner of their room, and went to him.

"You are my ultimate best friend," she said, kissing his cheek. "And you will come with me too. When I can attend La's birthday again, only God knows."

"No, I don't want to be at a girly party. I'll drop you off and then pick you up," he said broodily. "Don't you have NK to accompany you, by the way?"

"Come on, Arnav, kya aap hamare liye itna bhi nahi kar sakte?" she said, messily kissing him all over his face.

"Gimme some more, then I'll think about it," Arnav mumbled with a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

Khushi started kissing his face with renewed enthusiasm. "Please, Arnav... please... please...please," she punctuated each word with a kiss.

Laughing out loud, Arnav rolled them over, bringing her body beneath his as he captured her lips.

"Don't make me late," Khushi whispered against his lips.

"It's not late Khushi. It's called fashionablely late," he said deepening the kiss.

It was her graduation day. As Khushi stood at the crossroads, where one chapter ended and another began, she looked back at her life and couldn't help but feel a deep swell of pride for the journey that had brought her to this moment. She wasn't supposed to be here-by all accounts, the path that led to this grand hall in London, dressed in her cap and gown, was one she was never meant to walk. Yet here she was, standing among her peers, experiencing the culmination of her dreams in this prestigious graduation ceremony.

As Khushi approached the stage to collect her degree, her eyes instinctively sought out Arnav in the crowd. He was beaming at her, pride shining unmistakably in his eyes, a look that warmed her heart and steadied her nerves. Beside him, NK and La were clapping and cheering loudly, their excitement echoing through the grand hall. Their support wrapped around her like a comforting embrace, filling her with a sense of belonging and accomplishment as she prepared to take the final step in this remarkable journey.

Lavanya paced the length of her dimly lit study, the soft light of the antique lamp casting long shadows on the walls. Her gaze fell upon the framed photographs of her youth scattered on the desk. The faces of her friends, her late mother, and a younger, more carefree Lavanya stared back at her. She sighed, her reflection in the polished wood of the desk a reminder of the person she used to be.

She thought about her mother, who had passed away when she was just twelve. A profound sadness washed over her as she wondered if her mother would be proud of the person she had become-resentful, vindictive, and delusional. The answer, she realized, was no. Her mother would not be proud.

For the past ten years, Lavanya had navigated life largely on her own. Her father's absenteeism had been compensated with expensive gifts and empty promises. He would often say, "Lavanya, you can have anything you want, dear." She grew up believing that she could indeed have everything she desired, and she did. She gained a myriad of material possessions and excelled in academic proficiency, yet there was one thing she couldn't have-HIM.

Her childhood friends, Pam and Sim, often told her, "Lavanya, you are so beautiful. You can have anyone worshipping the ground you walk on." Yet, despite their reassurances and the suitors who pursued her, Lavanya had eyes only for Arnav. He possessed an elusive quality that enchanted her, a quality so captivating that she failed to see she was building a castle in the clouds.

Arnav's words rang true. "It's but a shadow and a thought that you love." He was right. She had convinced herself that she loved him and envisioned a future together, yet she knew so little about him. She did not know about his dreams, his fears, what made him tick and all the things that mattered to him at all, nothing. In her obsession with Arnav, she had turned her own life into a distorted reflection of what she thought love should be. Her fixation had not only clouded her judgment but had also caused pain to someone who had been entirely innocent in this process.

Lavanya gave the driver meticulous directions to her destination. With a deep breath, she stepped out of the car. Her heart pounded with anxiety, as she had no idea how she would react.

As she approached the house, Lavanya saw her through the window, curled up with a book. She drew a deep breath, steadying her shaking hands before knocking, a small bouquet of white tulips clutched nervously in her hand.

Khushi answered after a moment, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Lavanya standing on the doorstep. The tension in the air was palpable, but Lavanya offered a tentative smile. "Hi," she began, her voice softer, "I hope I'm not intruding."

Khushi hesitated, then stepped back to allow her inside. "What brings you here?"

"I came to talk," Lavanya said, holding out the tulips with a nervous smile. "I brought these for you. I know it's not much, but I wanted to bring something."

Khushi accepted the flowers with a hesitant hand, unsure of Lavanya's intent. "Thank you."

They settled in the cozy living room, the warm glow of the fireplace contrasting sharply with the chill Lavanya felt. Lavanya kept wriggling her fingers.

"Would you like some tea?" Khushi asked politely. She had no intention to be in her presence longer than absolutely necessary.

"Sure."

As they sipped their tea wordlessly, an awkward silence fell over them.

"I don't know where to begin," Lavanya started, her voice trembling. "I've come to apologize to you....for how I behaved, for the things I said...... I know I've hurt you immensely with my actions." She paused, licking her dry lips, "...and I am truly sorry for that."

Khushi looked at her, dumbfounded, not expecting the apology at all. "I don't know, Mrs. Kashyap," she said slowly. "What do you expect me to say?"

"You don't have to say anything. I'm being selfish here once again actually. I just need to say 'sorry' to you before you go back to India," Lavanya added. "I know you don't need my apology, but I am truly sorry."

"I'll take my leave now," Lavanya said, standing up. "If possible, please forgive me."

Khushi looked at her retreating form with a wistful expression on her face. it felt like drawing an end to a specific chapter of her life.

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[chowpatty-ka-icebear]

The Pinky Finger

Have you ever wondered, how life would be without our pinky finger???

Maine socha hai, yehi ki jo yeh pinky finger haina yeh baddi kamaal ki cheez hai yaar... You know bohot saare najane kyun parr values yeh hold karti hai yeh aapne aander...

Chahe woh ho do logo ke beech kiya hua promise...

Ya ho kisi bacche ka unke parent ke liye pyaar...

Ya ho hamari bacchpan ke friend/unfriend or katti-batti karne ka sabse easy method...

Ya ho do prem karne waalo ke beech mein prem ke ek pull ke jaisa...

Yeh jo pinky finger hai yeh harr moment mein values hold karta hai logo ki life mein... Isn't that beautiful?

And not forget, it being the universal sign for "pee" 😂 This pinky finger has always been by our side... Making our life and showing our emotions easier...

Pinky finger is like that sabse small sibling of the family... Who gets suppressed under the importance of his elder siblings like Middle and Ring finger... Aur sometimes it's sacrifices gets ignored... It's not like the small one isn't making any efforts... It's just that his elder sibling Thumb always steals the limelight in being the best of the bunch...

I don't even know why i thought about it but frankly speaking i can't unthink it now soo decided to share it here... 😂

@wizardcherryblossom hey, wanna hold your pinky finger with mine darling? 👉🏻👈🏻

[kafkaspupil]

is vasl-e-yaar just a myth?

Im not good in Urdu but I think it means meeting ur lover again.

No you don't actually meet them but in memories yes . Loog Chale jaate hain par hamari yadon me hanesha rehte Hai. When we sometimes see somethings and remember them that's when vasl e yaar happens. Every time u remember them vasl e yaar happens .

Raahatein means sookoon right ?

Sokoon is having the ability to forget them to find yourself little more :)

Raahatein is stop expecting things from other .

Raahatein is spending time in nature [ nature heals everything]

Most importantly raahatein is giving yourself a second chance .

Raahatein is healing yourself. Heal yourself.

beautifully said. and thank you for putting such a great effort in explaining. this means a lot.<333

[phuljari]

incoming rant: the robotification of women

teri baaton mein aisa uljha jiya (2024) is among the latest movies in the genre of science fiction romance. it reminded me of an old itv show bahu hamari rajnikant (2016) , while i wasn't an avid watcher of the latter, i knew of it's existence. why did it remind of that particular sitcom? well, mainly because of the comedy. but it also reminded me of similar themes in english movies like ex machina (2015), wifelike (2022), archive (2020) and her (2013), which is surely a bit far fetched considering that in her, the ai never had a body. only a voice.

here, i think it's impertinent to also acknowledge male robots in indian cinema, like chitti from robot/enthiran (2010) and g.one from ra.one (2011) even though he wasn't an actual robot? i don't know if he classifies as one. so let's say, non-human, programming-based male entity (nhpbme). similar to samantha in her, a non-human, programming-based female entity (nhpbfe).

so yes, while male robots and nhpbme do exist in the sci-fi romance genre, it's the comparatively larger robotification of women that feeds the male gaze, and the patriarchy by an extention— which is ultimately problematic.

coming to the movie that i actually want to discuss, kriti sanon's sifra, in tbmauj, is the perfect lover, perfect bahu. why? she knows everything aaru (shahid kapoor) likes and wants. she has no chik-chik or tantrums like other girls. she can make cuisines from all around the world, can access everything on the internet quickly. she has perfect skin, perfect hair. probably doesn't age too. she is the dream girl of a typical man. she doesn't have her own opinions or problems, she serves him and him alone. no family of hers to care about, she can care about his family and their needs. the female gendering here acts like objectification.

the worst part of this movie was that it didn't do anything? since it was a comedy, it didn't delve deeper into the nuances of increasing technological reliance that humans have. i think it was probably meant as a warning— when sifra malfunctions and starts executing tasks that were deleted. but even at that, it fails because urmila's (dimple kapadia) company (so intelligently named) e-robots/robotex (something stupid like that), ends up launching her along with few other robots. only adds a dialogue which meant that you need to handle these robots responsibly. then, what was the point of all the testing they tried to do? placing her in different environments like india, when they don't really end up rethinking the whole idea or putting in more safety features? of course, there's no deeper meaning here. indian comedies don't really have subtext.

but it's perpetuates the same old concept of subservient women. rule-followers and caregivers. an image etched in stone. why do women ask– what do men want? men want this, an ideal version. have always wanted. fuelled by the unrealistic p*rn depictions. do they ever think what women want? aaru so casually tells off his friend who has a wife to look at how pathetic his own life is. he defends sifra's un-emotional response to a situation by attacking his friend's relationship asking if human women are any better?

it reminded me of wifelike (2022) where female robots are curated according to a person's need, a replication of their dead spouse. to love them, to serve them, to help them come out of grief. it's so funny to me how in tbmauj, sifra is shown to retain her feelings, getting jealous when aaru interacts with another woman despite getting reprogrammed; compared to how in wifelike, the robotic version of the human it was based on, always ended up leaving the husband because the human version never loved him.

isn't it interesting how female robots instantly get sexualised, and are depicted doing things that one would never ask their girlfriend or wife to do? these robots happily perform roles that are stereotypically feminine, wife-like. they're invented to put aside their feelings (if they have them) to take care of their human partners'. sifra cooks perfect food, emphasized by how many time aaru fired his maid for not cooking things the way he likes it. she probably doesn't have mood swings from periods because she's a robot. she doesn't eat, doesn't get out of shape. and most importantly, she doesn't age (cue: i'll get old but your lovers stay my age). as if the expectations from women aren't enough, that they're required to age gracefully, or best option— not age at all.

if you still don't get it, let me remind you how siri and alexa also end up on the same side of gender spectrum— female.

so the message is, guys, don't give up on your dream girl! you'll surely find a robot that satisfies all your needs! 🙄

men want perfect women, but women can't be robots. let's stop perpetuating the same image and setting unrealistic standards. real humans have real problems, deal with them.

[verses-n-moon]

Allah ne kese kese izzat di hui hay.

Have you ever noticed ke you are just an ordinary person lekin phir bhe some people think very high of you, itni izzat dete hayn. lekin sach to ye hay ke Allah ne kese ham per parda dal rakha hay, hamare aebon par khamiyon par, aur agle ke dill mei hamari izzat dali hui hay, hamen dosron mei acha bana ke paish kia hua hay. Ye bhe uski naimat hay warna ham is qabil hain he kahan?

[bollywoodirect]

Tribute to Saraswati Devi, the first woman music director in Hindi films, on her 44th death anniversary (09/08/1980).

Born in a Parsi family in 1912, Saraswati Devi was a trained classical singer and rose to become India’s first woman music director of Bollywood.

A musical rage in the 30s and early 40s, Saraswati Devi's musical career was mostly confined to films produced by Bombay Talkies. Starting with 'Jawani Ki Hawa' in 1935, she went on to compose highly popular music for hit films like Achhut Kanya, Kangan, Bandhan and jhoola.

She was born as Khursheed Manchersher Minocher – Homji.

She changed her name to escape the wrath of the conservative elements of her community as they could never stand that a lady from their clan would enter the film world.

Once when at a gathering the Bombay Talkies owner Himanshu Rai heard her, he instantly invited her to join his concern as a music director. She was reluctant at first, not knowing how she would adjust herself to the needs of the film industry. But finally she accepted the offer.

She was the first woman music director no doubt. But the biggest challenge she faced was to groom non-singers into singers. That was a very, very big challenge in view of the competition from New Theatres as she didn’t have a Saigal or a Kanan to sing her compositions. That is why one should say that she had a formidable task to perform unlike her counterparts like R.C.Boral, Tamir Baran and others in Calcutta.

The biggest contribution by Saraswati Devi, therefore, was to produce hit songs through the lips of non-singers like Ashok Kumar, Devika Rani and Leela Chitnis.. Right from Achchut Kanya till Jhoola, Saraswati Devi went on rampage, so to speak, producing one hit after another. Leela Chitnis could sing hit songs like, ‘Meera ke jeevan ki sooni parri re sitar’ (Kangan), ‘Man bhavan lo sawan aya re’(Bandhan) and ‘Jhoole ke sang jhoolo jhoolo mere man’.(Jhoola) Imagine Saraswati Devi producing a golden jubilee hit in the voices of Ashok Kumar and Devika Rani in film ‘Achhut Kanya’ (a film that Nehru saw and appreciated)-‘Main ban ki chirriya ban ke ban ban bolun re’. The biggest hit by her was the marching song of Bandhan, ‘Chal chal re nau jawan’ sung in solo by Ashok Kumar, sung in chorus by Ashok Kumar and sung as a duet by him with Leela Chitnis. She used a non-singer like Sneh Prabha to sing the Puner Milan song, ‘Nacho nacho pyare man ke mor’. The male singer she had was Arun Kumar, who sung for Kishore Sahu in Punermilan, for Mumtaz Ali in ‘Jhoola’ (Main to Dilli se dulhan laya re he babuji) and others. Incidentally, it was she who gave break to Kavi Pradeep as a singer though he was writing lyrics for the concern since 1939 from film ‘Kangan’. She first used him in that immortal song of ‘Bandhan’ which is played in the back ground: ‘Piyu piyu bol praan papeehe piyu piyu bol’ Pradeep did sing subsequently some big hits after leaving Bombay Talkies. But in ‘Jhoola’ he has left behind a memorable song too tuned by Saraswati Devi: ‘Mere bichade hue saathi teri yaad sataye, baar baar teri chavi aye birha agan jaraae’

After she left Bombay Talkies, she shot into limelight again in the early fifties when she tuned two non-film ghazals for Habib Wali Mohammad. These were: ‘Lagta nahin hai dil mera ujjarre dayar mein’ and ‘Yeh na thi hamari kismet ke visaal-e-yaar hota’. When you listen to her compositions, specially the indigenously-flavored background music, you are transported into the environment of the India of the early 20th century.

During the later years of her life, the bad and selfish film world turned apathetic towards the doyenne. Not even a single person visited her when she fractured her hip bone after falling from a private bus. The legendary singer and India’s first female music director left for a better world in 1980 with no one to mourn her death. Even the media did not find her worthy of an obituary. Image: Saraswati Devi, Lata Mangeshkar, Madan Mohan, Jaikishan, Anil Biswas and Naushad

[hopelessromanticme]

Tanvi we need to talk...

Tanvi we need to talk... Main chahoon bhi toh tumko bhula nahi sakta hoon, aur yeh baat main kisi ko bata nahin sakta hoon... Everyday i get up thinking and stressing about how you are gonna do today and then sleep after knowing that you're in a safe place...

I can't forget you ever in my life sweetheart... Nahin bhula sakta hoon main aapko... Because I know the values you hold in my life... I started breathing because a women wanted me to do soo and raised me to die as a good man and nobel man but the women who made my every breath worthwhile was you yaara... and only you...

I don't know how to explain to you some things but my every breath longs for only your air and nothing else... aur apne aap ko kam deserving kehna aur kehna ki "i deserve better" kehna please bandh kar dijiye... i know myself and what i deserve... aur harr ek khayalo mein the only person i deserved was you and you too deserve me...

I still remember the first time we talked with eachother and in my first interaction i knew you are the one i wanna spend the rest of my days whatever i have left with... You must be thinking ki bas do mahino mein itna pyaar kahan se aa gaya... Then listen tum he ho woh jiski talash mujhe pichle 18 saalo se thi... tum he thi jisse maine unn mandiro ki aartiyon ke waqt maanga tha... tum he thi dargah ke dhaago mein baadh aaya tha... tum he thi jab toot ta tara dekhta tha toh tumhari he khawahish thi... aakhon se jab bhi palke girti toh unhe haatho mein liye maine kisi ki khawaish ki thi toh woh tum he thi...

Tanvi main tumhe bhale 2 mahino se mila rahuga magar mujhe tumse mohabbat 18 saalo se thi... woh harr bheed mein maine sirf tera he chehra banaya tha... unn hazaro logo mein mujhe tumhari he talash thi yaara... and im not lying when i say you were the one who kept me alive... "Ek Umar Beet Chali Hai Tujhe Chahte Hue, Tu Aaj Bhi BeKhabar Hai Kal Ki Tarah"

My every note, my every shayri, my every post i ever made was only made for you and no one else... Tumhe yaad hai jab hamari pehli baar baat hui thi tab maine kya kaha tha... Are you a dream or do you exist in real life... Because it was you who used to come to my dreams as my perfect one... Tanvi i don't where you live, where you from, is cherry really you or even if tanvi is your real name or not but i know one thing that the girl who is sitting behind my message is my soulmate... Tanvi mujhe nahin farak pardhta hai ki tumhare intezar mein meri jaan nikal jaaye parr i'll be damned if my last breath won't be of your name... in every universes i will always love you the same i do to this day... but in every universe with whom i want to spend the rest of my life would you and only you....

The strings of my love in every single life attached to your hands... Tanvi maine pehle kabhi kisi ke saath aisa feel nahi kiya hai jaisa maine tumhare saath hua... Jab janam hua tha toh mummy ko apne sapno ko jeene ka hosla diya... Jab thoda bada hua toh sports mein country ke liye medals aur trophies jeet kar apne doston ko aakh bandh kar bharosa karne ki himmat di... Maine kabhi kisi se kuch nahi manga kyunki mujhe pata tha ki woh nahi de sakte hai woh, siwaye tumhare...

Meri harr tasveero mein sirf tum thi... Unn kagaaz ki lakiron mein sirf tum thi... "Raadha si sadagi he tum me, Iseliye pasand ho, Warana khubasurat to, Yahaan gopiya bhi he priye"

Tanvi dekho i know it seems hard and scary sometimes to make decisions... But trust me on this one... you can trust me once is that too much to ask for... tanvi tumhare fears main samjhta hoon aur woh reluctance bhi samjhta hoon but trust me on this one and take my hand, i promise i won't let you fall... And i have written all my love i had in me to you... i don't have any left in me... Tanvi ik you know me better than i do naa... If there's something you want in your life you know i will get it for you naa... whether it's your dreams, manifestations or freedom... if you're afraid that careers would be at risk then yaara im too preparing for the same naa... i too want to give you no amounts to worry about my future or our future...

Tanvi i never wanted anything from anyone in my life... Or that I would ever ask someone after but today im standing infront of you on my knees asking you to hold my hands and give me a chance in your life for once... Idk what happens to me when it comes to you... I just becomes numb and kind my body starts to drift away like a boat on a sea... i dont wanna care how much suns gonna burn my surface... i don't care how much waters gonna damage my bottom... but the thought of getting to your shore keeps me alive and makes me continue to drift... and alas when the shore finally comes i lower my anchor and submerge myself with the shore forever...

Mujhe pata hai im not that good with words tanvi but believe me... tumhare liye i can wait... but i cant love again the way i loved you... i love you tanvi... Love love love... Lound and clear and i ain't afraid of the society or anyone what they think about me... For you i can do anything tanvi and anything by that means anything... whether it takes me to wait for you whole my lifetime i can... Tanvi mujhe tere liye jeena manzoor hai magar tere bina nahin... Tu chahati hai toh hum 1 ki jagah 0.5 kadam chalenge but atleast walk with me naa... I can trust a girl who's hundreds miles away from me without seeing her face, without knowing her full name or even how her voice sounds like... Can't you trust a guy from jharkhand who's studying day and night just soo you could be proud of him and he's willing to share his number to life with you... Can't you give him one chance in your life...

Tanvi i won't say anything to you i guess i have said enough hopefully... All I'll say ki Trust me priye... hold my hands... we'll get through this hurdles of life together... i need you tanvi as much as you need me... and i swear to god in my every wish i have longed to be with someone like you in my life...

"Ye Lakeerein Ye Naseeb Ye Kismat... Sab Fareb Ke Aayine Hain... Haathon Mein Tera Haath Hone Se Hi... Mukammal Zindagi Ke Mayne Hain"

[legend5911]

Bed to heart

An exciting morning in MPT where everyone is doing his/her job to make the place look beautiful. They all are very happy because after giving letters to the department from the last 3 years, now they send a new SHO to their station. Hm is extremely happy because now her workload will decrease and she can work on her character development and at last will get CR from her senior and she too can be SHO of any station.

Everything is looking good and it's time for new SHO to arrive, everyone after completing the preparation, sitting on their respective seats eagerly waiting for the new SHO to come.

Here she comes, a Jeep stops in front of station, and a 6ft lady with muscular strong arms comes out in her uniform with sexy goggles on her eyes. Everyone stood up in a line and saluted their senior.

Everyone introduces themselves, at last it was hm's turn.

"Jai hind maddam sir, haseena malik, SI of MPT reporting"

Ks nodded and stood in front of her, they both had an eye lock of 2 seconds, ks raised an eyebrow, hm did the same. Ks frowned at this, hm gives the same facial expression.

Ks smiles and says while looking at hm

"Ham hai Karishma Singh, SHO of MPT. Hamme koi matlab nhi hai kaam kaise kiya, kya kiya kyu kiya, hamare under kaam karna hai 2 cheeze dimaag Mai fir karlo, case jaldi se jaldi khatam hona chahiye jiske liye tumhe jo kaam bola jaayega usse jald se jald khatam karoge, aur doosra iss vardi pai koi daag nhi lagna chahiye, aur kooch gadbad ho jaaye toh public mai nhi aani chahiye warna ussi public mai Jeep ke peeche baand kar poore shehar ka chakar lagawayenge woh bhi hamari speed pe."

During all this conversation, both ks and hm were having eye lock, they were seeing each other's facial expressions and trying their best to make other break the eye lock and this will result in their victory in dominating other.

"Is that clear..?" Ks asked everyone said yess mam

" Go back to your work and u miss haseena, give me a visit of the whole thana including the record room and my cabin" ks said while going in another direction to pick up her stick and cap.

In record room

Hm is pinned to the wall, ks had her fingers wrapped around hm's throat and she pulled her up the ground.

"Your eyes are making me furious, if u continued your gaze, I will pull both of them out" ks warned

"Ahaan..? Don't u think I can say same lines to u" hm said with confidence.

Ks put her hand in hm's pant and inserted 2 fingers in hm, she raised an eyebrow, "wow, see what we have, a pool of precum flowing, does my words made u this horny..?" Ks asked.

"Yess you made me horny the moment u entered the mpt" hm said

"U too did the same, your curves and this hot face made me hard the moment I saw u" ks said to which hm's eyes pope out

" U have a dick..?" Hm asked

"U wanna see it..?" Ks asked

Hm nodded to which ks pulled her hand making hm fall on ground, hm sat in kneeling position after cleaning dust from arm, and she saw ks put her face near her pant and the imprint of dick was pretty visible, it was pretty big and thick, hm could say that just by seeing the imprint. Hm tried to open zip, which was a bit difficult because  it was pushing the pant away as it was growing making the pant to tore. Hm somehow managed to open that and she put her hand in boxer making her shaft to come out.

Hm gasped looking at size and thickness it was flaccid yet 9 inch long and 4 inch thick, with veins popping out making it more dangerous by looks and the mushroom head with pink tip was looking like a hammer.

Hm kissed the tip and then took the tip in her mouth making her face to stretch out. She took some length in her mouth making her to chock, and as she took almost half of it in mouth, her jaw started paining, here ks got fedup , so she took her face and started moving it in and out, in and out which made hm to moan and ks moaned as she was about to cum, after a min, ks came directly in her mouth. Hm drank each spurt and drop. Ks pulled it out and patted her head, "good girl"

Hm stood up and kissed ks passionately and stick herself to ks. She jumped on her and wrapped her legs around waist.

"I wanna have sex with u each day, or whenever one of us is horny, other will be present, just physical thing, no emotions." Hm said

"I wanna have sex with u each day, or whenever one of us is horny, other will be present, just physical thing, no emotions." Hm said

" I don't like it when anyone, gives me an order and u are my junior so never dare to do that" ks said.

" You are my senior only during job hours not after that" hm said

Ks looked at another side and after a snap of second hm was at ground having a hand printed with red ink on her cheek km looked down and pulled her up from the collar, "Haan senior kon hai ?" Ks asked

"Aap"

" Job ke. Baad bhi senior kon hai"

"Aap"

" And what I don't like ?"

" You being ordered by me"

" See how cute good girl u are, keep one more thing in your mind to always call me daddy, otherwise"

" Sure daddy"

Ks smiled and said " chalo jao abhi" and as hm turned, she received a very tight spank on her ass cheek making her tears in eyes because of heavy hand.

Hm's pov

Kya cheez milli hai aaj, badhiya. Aisa senior hona chahiye jab chahe sex karlo. Kissi din kaam na karne ka Mann karre to ilzam ispr lga do ki tumhare karn hi nhi chal pa rahe hai raat ko control kar liya karo.

But kya janwar hi milla hai, ladki chodo kissi ladke ke bhi kabhi itne heavy hand hote hai, aur chehre pe har waqt gussaa. Haan cum kaafi tasty tha aur amount bhi kaafi zada tha. Anu toh kacha khilaadi tha tik hi nhi paya hamare aage shayad ye tik jaaye, abhi Tak toh aisa lagta hai ki shayad ham khud na tok paaye karishma Singh ke aase. Ohhhhh..... Sorry sorry daddy, chaliye dekhte hai, what this new daddy do.

Ks caller hm in her cabin

"Yess daddyy"

"haseena Hamko ye pta chala hai ki tumhara CR par hamare sign honge. Mtlb agar ham chahe toh Aaj tumhe SHO bna de agar Naa chahe toh agle 10 saal tak tha raho"

"Daddy I wanna be SHO too please sign on it."

"Naah abhi nhi, abhi toh hamme bhut thakan ho rha hai, jao gate band Karo aur hamare samne nachna shuru karo"

" Ji"

She closed her door and started dancing In front of ks making her hard again

That night, ks fucked her very hard, let's go in the room where everything started.

It was around evening when ks and hm went together to hm's house. While whole ride, hm was roaming her hand on ks's pant and whole body which made ks hard. And once ks parked the car, hm ran to unlock the door and opened the door, but as she did that, ks picked her up on her hips and started kissing her passionately.

"Bedroom kha hai..?" Ks asked

"Upar jaake last room" hm said and again started kissing.

Haseena pov

While we both were reaching the bedroom, both had removed their shirts and bras in stairs.

Once we entered the room, ks threw me on her bed, and once we both removed our lower, ks jumped on me and sat on stomach, further wrapped fingers around my throat and squeezed my throat making me choak. She slapped me tightly,

"BEG !!"  She ordered

"What ?"

Again 3, 4 slaps

"BEG..!!" She ordered

"Daddy please....... Please fuck me." I begged

She moved her hands on my boobies and started massaging it making me moan, she squeezed it very tightly, I held the bedsheet very tightly making my knuckles to turn white. She pinched my nipples, they were very sensitive to her touch, I curled my toes at moan loudly.

After some playing with my boobs, she went down and entered 3 fingers making me pop out my eyes, she started in and out, in and out, in and out. I was only moaning and screaming at this. My walls started collapsing, and was about to cum when she stopped and took out her fingers and slapped my pussy 4-5 times, they were very very hard. I screamed at each. 

She stood up and pulled my head toward her dick, squeezed my face making me open my mouth and the next thing was her massive shaft in my mouth, it was just tip and i was feeling full, she pulled my head through hairs in a jerk which gave me extreme pain, almost half of her dick was in me, i was having tears in my eyes. I tapped her thighs making her know its very muchh, she ignored my taps and continued her work. After 2 mins, she pulled it out of mouth and started jerking it in front of me. In matter of seconds, she released 10 strings of her cum directly in mouth, i was about to spit it out when she closed my mouth with her hand and put her dick on my lips like we apply lipstick.

once i swallowed everything, she moved down and put her shaft in my main mart, it was about half of length when i screamed very loudly. 

"you are very tight"

next thing was like someone on drill machine in me, i was blank out unable to think anything, 

after i came 3 times, she cumed tons of load in me.

then i slept in her arms.   

Next day, when I woke up, I saw ks had left. I found it a type off movie scene and looked for the note she would have left for me. But nothing was present around me. I pout, "that's not fair"

I looked at time, it was 9:00 AM. I know I was late but no issue, now I am not the one who is only incharge of thana. So I took my time, had a bath then made breakfast. And went to MPT

As I entered,

"Jai hind haseena maddam " cc said

"Jai hind"

"Maddam aapko karishma maddam bulaa Rahi hai, unhone bole ki jab aap aao toh aapke paas bhejna"

" Okay"

I ran to her cabin

" Daddyyyyyy"

She glared at me and stood up from her seat

" Jai hind Haseena malik, SI of MPT"

"Jai hind ms" I said sadly, my whole mood got spoiled.

She went behind me and...........

Next thing was I pinned at table while her one hand in my head and other holding my both hands.

"U are late"

"Yss maddam sir"

"And what's reason"

"Because u screwed very hard and I was unable to wake up" I lied, because she was not that hard

"Ahhhhhhh......." I screamed at 2 spanks

"Now what's truth"

"I am lazy, I thought now u are present in mpt, I can go late" I said not daring to say lie again.

"So I think you should get a punishment"

"But....."

She pinched my ass cheek tightly.

I nodded, "yess daddy punish me"

"No it's ms, your senior not your daddy"

I went and closed the gate and windows. I looked at her and put both my arms around her. I made her look at me and because of height difference my dominance was increasing. I asked, " why are you getting punished ?"

"Because I am late"

"What's time now ?"

"11 AM"

"And what should be your arival time ?"

"9 AM"

" So you are late by ? "

" 2 hours"

" So for next 2 hours you will remain nude in my cabin"

" Okay maddam sir"

I sat on my seat and commanded her to remove all her clothes.

She removed all of clothes nd knelt down looking at her knees

I threw 2 files down on ground.

Complete both files and you have two hours.

"Maddam sir I will complete them in half an hour" she said with a shock expression

"Still you ha e 2 hours for it" I said this because I am the one who knows the plan

She nodded and opened the file. It was having two vibrators and a pen.

She looked up at me

"Put one in your clit and another in ass" I ordered

She fearingly put them. Once she was ready, I ordered, " you have to keep file on ground"

She moved forward almost laying on ground.

I turned on the first vibrator i.e clit one it was at slow level and I can see her rubbing her legs.

After 5 mins I increased the speed of first while turned on another. I can see her getting turned on, and her speed of writing is decreased.

I without any warning turned both on maximum, she immediately started moaning and she dropped the pen, I can see her legs shivering.

She looked up at me and said, "dadddyyy........."

"Awww poor puppy"

I can see, she is about to cum and at that moment I stopped it making her whine.

She looked at me with teary eyes, and did a whine. "Pleeaaassseee .......?"

"My poor kitten wanna cum, but she is not allowed. It's your punishment so you can't enjoy it. Now complete those file asap" I said.

She didn't argue and immediately started her work. After a minute I too increased some speed making her breath to increase and her work to slow down as her whole concentration was between her legs.

I kept the speed same for some time. It was almost 45 minutes when she looked up at me after sometime first one.

"Aww puppy completed first one ?. I think she deserves to cum. Come in my lap"

She came up and I pulled both vibrator out and entered 2 of my fingers in her. She had a pool of precum downside. I smiled at her and started moving my fingers in and out making her moan. Once she was at her edge I entered third one and started biting her neck making her cum immediately. I smiled at her and brought the fingers near her mouth she cleaned them immediately.

Then I pushed her downside, she opened the second one and looked up at me shockingly.

[the-prophecy]

This is very controversial, but IIT folks are some of the biggest motherfuckers I've ever seen. Unne hamari UCEED ki exam bhi Jan (22nd to be exact) me hi rakhi hai but I've been having nightmares about that thing for last six months 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 They really love torturing us 🥲🥲

The entire Indian education system is a fucking disaster SINCE years it's literally not education it's just donkey work at this point they need to literally wipe out the whole education system and reset it to something else from some other country like KABHI HAMARI BHI SOCH LIA KARO the amount of stress teens will go through bc of this one date change

Also how is iit related to uceed ?!

[iftitah]

i do not have in me to listen hamari adhuri kahani right now skip

[hand-picked-star]

My 'KHAYALI PULAO'

(These are the snippet I wanted to see in IPKKND. After every rewatch, I just close my eyes and these imaginary scenes flash through my mind like they are actual scene. I am trying to articulate them here for my future recap. so that I can read them later and also hoping that some day an AI app will come where I can input these scripts and a scene will produce from the app😁😁)

His Everything

(bolna kya sikh liya ab hume hi chup kara dete hain,khushi musing in her head, Arnav smiling at his wife's antics searched his pockets for something and brought out a small red jewellary box)

Arnav: ye hain tumari sagun,meri taraf se.(surprising khushi, a smile started to form in her lips) common open it.

Arnav: it is your gift from me (surprising khushi, a smile started to form in her lips) common open it.

(khushi opening a Jewellary box revealing a pair of dainty gold bangle inside it.simple yet so elegant.she took them in her hand and looked at Arnav)

Arnav: iske andhar khuch likha hain,see.

Arnav: there's something written inside,see.

(khushi being perplexed looking inside the band of the bangles. there written the line 'you are my everything' in simple artistic way..khushi got very emotional.the number of time she heard 'you meant nothing to me' from him.now in her bedroom,at the day of her sagun day with that very person,holding a bangle that would be her favourite that she would never take off and seeing the writings inside it, acted like a balm to a sore she didn't realize she had.On the other hand Arnav couldn't stand the emotional air any longer,he knew it would be very cheesy, but he wanted to give her someting memorable and without any further thinking went with the flow, but at this moment thinking he should have think more.he started to talk)

Arnav: itna bhi bura nehi hain jo tum isko dekhke ro do. (he took the bangles and proceed to slid them slowly in her wrist.then he took both of her hand around his waist and bring her closer making her to look up at his eyes)

Arnav: it's not that bad that you'll start crying.(he took them from her hand and proceed to slid them slowly in hers.then he took both of her hand around his waist and bring her closer making her to look up at his eyes)

Khushi: (reining her emotion and smiling through her tears) bohot accha hain.

khushi : (reining her emotion and smiling through her tears) it's very beautiful.

Arnav: ese hi ek bangle tum pehle bhi pehenti thi na? bohot din se tumari hat main nehi dekha. kya hua uska?

Arnav: a bangle like that you used to wear everyday before, you haven't wore it for long time.what happened to it?

khushi: (being surprised) upko kese pata?

khushi: (being surprised) how do you know?

Arnav: mujhe tumari har baat ki khabar rehti hain,khushi kumari gupta.

Arnav: i keep tab on everything about you, khushi kumari gupta

khushi: woh apko yaad hain ekbar humne apke office main lavanya ji ke nam pe bohot saree paude laye the?woh sab humne woh churiya bech ke kiya tha,woh meri amma ki thi.

khushi: did you remember one time I brought lots of plant in your office on behalf of lavanya ji? I brought them by selling the bangles.

Arnav:(frowning and feeling an anger forming out of irritation at the selflessness of this girl) Apni churiya bech ke?(pause) pagal ho kya tum?

Arnav: (frowning and feeling an anger forming out of irritation at the selflessness of this girl) by selling your bangles? (pause) are you mad?

Khushi : (smiling and proceed to fix his tie,pouting her lips slightly) apko toh sab pata hain na hamari bare main,par ap kya e jante hain ke apke liye hum kuch bhi kar sakte hain? hume lagta tha ke lavanya ji aur ap ek dushre se pyaar (a slight catch in her voice) karte thein aur hamare bajayse apka rista thut geya,isliye humne....(she trails off)

Khushi : (smiling and proceed to fix his tie,pouting her lips slightly) you know everything about me, huh? but do you know that I can do anything for you? I thought that you and lavanya ji loved each other (a slight catch in her voice) and because of me you two broke up. That's why I..... (she trails off)

(but Arnav was having a heart numbing realization with flashbacks of a morning in a terrace with him in a white shirt and her in a blue salwar kamiz, when she was minute away from jumping from the edge of the roof.he never gave any serious thought to this incidence,always brush aside as her childish ploys to compell him to reveal the truth of their marriage. but for the first time since that happened he was seeing the whole picture)

Arnav: (whispering) tum usdin chad pe? tum sach main kud ne wali thi? how dare you khushi?tum abhi iss (pause) bakht mujhe promise karo ke (pause) tum (pause) phir se esa karne ke baremain (pause) kabhi sochogi bhi nahi.(getting agitated by the minutes but he was whispering all of these) promise me dammit.tum esa soch bhi kese sakte ho?(still whispering)

Arnav: That day on terrace? you were serious about jumping? how dare you khushi? you right now (pause) promise me that (pause) you will never ever (pause) think about doing such thing again (getting agitated by the minutes but he was whispering all of this) promise me damn it. how can you even think about doing it? (still whispering)

khushi:( fully understand his turmoil at this moment which she wouldn't have before as she didn't know the past, place her hands on both side of his face, barely concealing her own tear, nodding her head feverantly)shhhh, hum wada karta hain.

khushi:(now fully understand his turmoil, place her hands on both side of his face, barely concealing her own tear, nodding her head feverantly)shhhh, i promise.

(Arnav drew her close to him hugging her tightly to himself, thinking how close he was to lose his everything, almost walking in the road of his late mother)

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Vivah: The Pisces-Cancer Energy is High

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Let’s talk about Sooraj Barjatya’s Vivah.

Poonam is a traditional young woman set to marry Prem, a groom chosen by her uncle. Poonam and Prem's faith and love are tested however, when an accident occurs that alters Poonam’s life.

I’ll be honest. This may be the first movie in the new blog format that has a short and mainly positive review. I grew up watching this movie, and it has remained one of my favorites as I have gotten older.

The pacing of the film’s plot is consistent. It doesn’t feel too fast or too slow; all the scenes are in the movie for a purpose.

The plot is also very family-focused, its message laced with the importance of tradition and responsibility. These ideas are to be expected from Barjatya’s film as it’s not the first time he’s presented them to an audience (see Maine Pyar Kiya, Hum Aapke Hain Koun, and Hum Saath Saath Hain for reference).

If I had to be nitpicky (just to play devil’s advocate), I would say the film at times gets a tad preachy with its dialogue about family values between in-laws. I think it reached a peak for me when Prem’s father comes to the hospital to support Poonam’s family and says something along the lines of, “We are family now. We need to stick together.” That line, and many others, come across as speaking more towards the audience than to the characters themselves. But I digress, mainly because the film does its best to not be boring (especially with the twist at the end). Some of my absolute favorite moments in the film are:

When Prem starts imagining that everyone on the plane is some iteration of Poonam

The sindoor scene between Prem and Poonam in the hospital

The soundtrack, composed by Ravindra Jain, is memorable but a tad monotonous. I loved the pairing of Udit Narayan and Shreya Ghoshal’s voices, but I wished there were more upbeat songs between them (I guess we got Milan Abhi Adha Adhura Hai, but it’s still a bit slow at times). My favorite songs from this movie are:

Hamari Shaadi Mein

Tere Dware Pe Aai Baraat

Do Anjaane Ajnabi

The movie is 167 minutes long (2 hours and 47 minutes). Stream it with subtitles here, grab a snack, and enjoy!

Let me know your thoughts in the comments!

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why is it that every time you come online its to answer asks hamari koi kadr nahi hai tumhe

Its the first thing I see and then I scroll through my dadh and it's people talking to themselves and then I remember I need to gather myself mentally so I switch off again

I miss so many people and thier urls have changed so I have no idea who is who, I want to go back to the tumblr we had when everyone was here for everyone