#Indian love story

[bienbala]

An imaginary piece... CHARACTERS: Avathara- INDIAN ROYALTY GIRL; Advik- YOUNG EMERGING ENTREPRENEUR BOY ▫️◻️▫️◻️▫️◻️▫️◻️▫️

Walking down from the aisle of carved sandstone, on both sides bordered with white camellias, the pretty white flowers that have been the pride of the Royal garden, the favorite of the first queen of the palace, Rani Chandrani, the beloved of the greatest warrior to ever rule Amargarh, Maharaja Ranjeet Singh. All these flowers were a gift to the Rani, as a symbol of compassion and loyalty, and were all over the boundaries of the bageecha, surrounding huge marble fountains, where white doves dunked and bathed and flew away letting a shower from their feathers. The aisle led to the sandstone built shade, with hand carved see through jali, there laid a diwan and Avathara came and sat there.

She had always admired the beauty of this garden, the white all around, shined brighter in the setting sun, the birds let out a melody, the old sunken love gleamed with the glowing whites around. Avathara always came to wonder how the romantic legend was still alive here. She peeked through the jali at the sunset, roamed around, then sat back again. Just to think clearly had she come out from her room, once for a while away from the Royal duties and obligations, so that she could see things through. In few minutes the pillars were lit and the helper of her dadisa, her grandmother entered from the aisle to the steps of the shade, bowed, "Rani sa asks you to come inside as it's dark". She nodded, as the help left, she sighed, looking around again, left the bageecha, expecting herself to come here once more to think through.

She was immediately rushed in to her room, and shown the dress she had to wear for the evening gala, with the neighbouring royalties and rich class allies. It was an annual event now, as no one went battling with the neighboring kingdom's in the 21st century. People from different rajgharanas gathered every year, around 8 Royal families. But Avathara cared less, being more bothered about her college starting next week, she was stuck in the thought of right and wrong, should she prefer a career or the inherited responsibilities. Whatever it shall be, she was looking forward to her college debut.

It was dark enough by now, the palace was glittery gold with all the lighting striking against the magnificent walls, the hallways were decorated and a savoury aroma was arising from the main kitchen. Seemed like a big deal and quite convincing to withdraw Avathara's attention away from her dilemma towards the grand evening. Holding her gigantic beaded skirt delicately she floated across the corridor reaching towards the front lawn where the guests had started to gather. Raja Ratnaval, one of the old friends of her grandfather, Raja Ranjeet II, was found introducing his young prince to her dadi sa. Avathara rushed next to her and greeted the friendly Raja and his young son, only to know that the young prince was thirty, not so young and was seeking to ask for her hand. Before the conversation became focused on the not so young prince and princess of Amargarh, Avathara came to her own rescue, leaving all telling them she had to check up on certain special arrangements for the night. She was heading towards the evening orchestra, she had decided the ragas that had to be played tonight and wanted to see everything was alright. She was a trained classical artist, obviously she would be wanting to present the best to her guests, she always tries to give her best, for all what she is capable of, and this didn't include being a pleasing wife to someone, that too to someone that much older than her. And it was not that marrying at a young age was a problem to her, but it was one right person she yearned for, about whom she has forever believed, would befriend her all life and make it easy for her to love. She never wanted a bondage, of course she had heard of Rani Chandrani's true love. She kept such hope for herself too.

Her beaded attire and the pastel silk glistened in the lights, making her an eye catcher. She was Avathara- meant 'reflection', she was named by her father because she carried the charisma and beauty of her mother, like it's a mirror image. But she found it half a truth, as has been quite distant from her parents since she turned three. They don't live here at the palace, they usually visited her once every month but from the past 10 years they have met her only thrice. Where they were, how they were there own their own, what they were upto back then and even now hasn't been clear to her. She had been clueless and curious about this forever.

Though she was breathtaking herself but she was oblivious and rather unbothered of the fact. As she walked back from the orchestra she bumped into a tall feminine figure, draped in a heavy lehenga, delicate hand work, the lady radiated nothing but elegance. She turned her focus to the face of the person, only to realize it was Kanika, the golden city's princess, her childhood friend. Avathara heaved looking at her gorgeous girl and went straight for a hug.

"Missed you a lot princess"

"You should be lying when you don't even want me to know that you are leaving next week", said Kanika moving away to give a sarcastic frown.

" Miss don't be mad at me I was so confused by myself, what's happening, what should I do, would I just end up doing something wrong out there alone, how would I...... "

"Calm yourself"

" I have been waiting to meet you, you understand me, you always do"

"Yeah, I do.... " They hugged each other again, Kanika giving a right assuring squeeze to her. Avathara pulled away smiling and headed towards her grandmother beckoning her, turning around she gestured to Kanika,"Meet me after the party".

The grand event ended near to ten o'clock, the two girls almost tottering in their bulky dresses, their way back to Avathara's chamber after a lavish dinner. Kanika mostly stayed back here for atleast a night when she visited. They entered into the suite and rushed towards the bed, laying at their back giggling, like they always did. Breeze swirled the silk curtain, the waning moon was lighting the room floor. Avathara turned to her side to face Kanika. Kanika tilted her head saying, "You have something up? "

"I just feel, I have this feeling you know, though I have lived away from here for camps and events, but always with people that I have known. Either it's the cousins or dadi and dada, earlier, or it has been your family. I never had to directly deal with people our there. And though I know now I get a chance for that, but, it's just, so peculiar, being on tour own and so far from home... "

"Whoa, miss, that's not a huge deal, I mean you going to college is, but being out in the world by yourself is what everyone experience somewhere, and they really are able to get through it. You will handle it. "

" I know, I would find a way somehow, I mean I got to and I would at last, how bad can a college be? Not at all, it's just getting along with people, I have null idea about it, I always meet people through family "

"That is just how you think, leave college people aren't that bad either girl, and you are a princess you might end up getting some princess treatment too" Kanika nudged her chuckling.

"No... Won't that be naive and rude, to demand certain behav-"

"You are so loose with this topic. I meant maybe you find some friends, maybe a girl, maybe a boy, maybe your lover boy-"

Avathara shooted a frowned glare at Kanika, for her to tease her that way.

"Why do you pull my leg, I am not going there for all of this. Even if I crave love doesn't mean that I would go hunting for it, it would happen when it has to. I am more focused on my degree, I really want to know myself through things, try out my potential. I don't think I have time for anything else"

Kanika turned to her side and cupped Avathara's face, "I never said that you are going out to try you love luck, I know you always aim your target, but I have a strong feeling, someone's waiting for you."

Avathara went to cup kanika's face, and giving her head a shake said, "You are excessive sometimes you know, I guess you should sleep. "

Both started to laugh and slowly dozed off amidst their conversation.

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[serenityatnight]

Math tells us the saddest love stories

"Parallel lines were never meant to meet"

"Tangent lines only meet once and grow apart forever"

"Asymptotes get closer and closer but will never be together "

[vaidehi-raghunatha]

But what if Mata Sita replies with "Mere liye toh aap hi mera swarg ho?"

[intellectual6666]

The line between us (PART-1) (INTRODUCTION)

Synopsis : An independent rich woman lives alone in her world, for which she sometimes gets upset, meets a guy who, for the first time ever, questions her work.

Genre : Enemies to lovers, a bit angsty now.

Warnings : None ig ? The male character mocks the female character

Not proofread (there might be some spelling and grammatical errors)

More under cut ~

Stumbling to the entrance, Kriti balanced all the files she had in her embrace and walked in her office building. Everyone on her bowed her, to which she replied with equal respect and moved inside her office on 4th floor.

No one knew Kriti Sharma, Sales Manager of Whipco company was fuming inside. Little did she knew her day would go that bad. First, she got to know early morning that she accidently deleted all the important emails the last night after getting drunk. Then, after getting everything ready, when she went to her car, she noticed there was a hole in her top. Ughhh. Again running inside her house, she changed and drove to her office in a speed of bolt (reaching late still). Fell in her office while pacing around, attending a call. Then went out for a small break and got the hot coffee all over her dress, burning her skin. Meeting went bad, more work piled up, boss not satisfied, lot of pending work left. The day went worse than worst for Kriti. Driving back home, she saw the beautiful city lights.

After reaching home, she unlocked her attractive apartment and went inside. Throwing away her heels, she flopped her bag somewhere and laid on the couch.

Eyes closed, hands on her stomach and legs spread, she thought about the day. Every thing went bad, nothing worked out, boss is unimpressed with the new interns, mind isn't working, that shitty coffee. Tears formed and trailed down the sides of her cheeks. She was feeling so full of everything, it felt overwhelming.

There was nothing she didn't have in her life. She lived alone in an extravagant apartment, working and earning enough to get her whatever she wants and even thinks of once. She loved all she had, and honestly, anyone would die to live like her. But something always felt missing. Her passion.

Little Kriti always dreamt to be photographer, to travel around the world and capture every other piece of art this world has to offer. But due to the society's pressure that this is not any fruitful kind of a job and especially her family's taunts, she ignored her passion.

Thinking about all of this, tears kept running down her face. The burn on her thigh was hurting her, her thoughts even more. She didn't feel like getting up, having anything and get changed. All her mind wanted was peace. So slowly, Kriti drifted off to sleep.

Next day

Kriti woke up, in her last day's office dress, with the minimal makeup she did last day. Getting ready for the day, she mentally decided "Today's going to be nothing like yesterday." Little did she know her world was about to take a beautiful little turn, making her alone life fill up with a person.

Reaching her office, she got startled by her frenemy, Mr. Prasad on her way. "Do you know that our COO (Chief Operative Officer) is coming to visit us today ?", he asked.

"Oh really, how come I don't know about it ?"

"Anyways, let's run, we shouldn't be getting late."

Running into their office, they reached the 4th floor and almost flew towards the meeting room. Getting inside, both were relieved that the meeting hadn't started yet.

"Kriti, Mr. Mukherjee is visiting us today and he will stay in our branch for sometime. It is a suprise visit. He said somethings are screwed up here so he is coming to fix it", said her boss.

"Oh okay."

"You have all the annual report files with you ?"

"Yes I do, in the laptop."

"Show them to him when needed."

Humming in response, Kriti started growing anxious. Nothing's wrong with their branch. It's running smoothly. Everyone's happy to do their piece of work and they are paid for the work they do. But let's see what the COO have in his mind.

Mr. Aadarsh Mukherjee. COO of Whipco company. The most famous man in the company. Most of them feared him because of the rumours that, he could find loopholes nobody else noticed. So when he visited the different branches, everyone would be scared.

Walking into the meeting room, Mr. Mukherjee was bowed by everyone. Sitting into one chair, he started the meeting, he met everyone's gaze. No, not everyone's though. One girl at the corner, with silky hair done in a pony and brown coloured blazer with black shirt under, looked straight at the projector, not sparing him a glance. Kriti.

After speaking about few things, he asked, "Who's the sales manager here ?" Looking at everyone, he finally saw that girl stand up and say, "Good morning Sir, I am Kriti, the Sales Manager."

"You really need to improve your work. You're not communicating enough with customers more, and thus, not satisfying their needs. I hope you know that communicating with customers is a part of your job." He mocked the last line.

"Yes Sir, I know it's my work but as much as I can remember, everyone commented that I do an amazing job in communicating with our customers and satisfy their needs."

"Well, I might call them blind cause apparently, you aren't doing much good of a work."

"I'll try to be better next time."

"We don't need the better ones here Kriti, we need the best. Try to be best or you're out I guess."

She looked at him in the eyes. He could sense her fuming rage inside. She controlled herself and said, "Okay sir."

Never in her professional life did anyone criticized her like that. Yes, she did mistakes like any other human but she knew, along with others, that the amount of work she did, she did it with focus and perfected them. Though, knowing the fact that the COO will surely try to find loopholes and she may become his target, Kriti didn't like the way he mocked her.

After the meeting ended, Aadarsh wanted to have all the managers infront of him and commanded the rest to go. But knowingly, Kriti left without a word.

Maybe she was upset, but surely, she was angry. She didn't want to stay there with that man any more second. She needed her alone time to perfect her work and don't give him any other option to question her work. He will get to know what Kriti Sharma is capable of.

First impression went bad. Both didn't like each other. But as it can be predicted, the relationship between them will be growing even more bitter by time if not mended. So will this small passive argument between Aadarsh and Kriti grow bigger or mould into something else ? Something better ?

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Ik it sucks. I could do a lot better. This came out to be really shitty. But okay. Let's see what happens next. I hope I'll be better next time.

Tagging : @shadowseductress @bareillyki-barfi @msperfectlydamaged @zeherili-ankhein @emartirabdi @lotuseaterwhowistlesthedark @priimadonnna @0fuzzyduck0

Do no repost. Reblogs are appreciated.

[80ssuperstar]

Hey Guys I made this Story that's based on The Ancient Indian Tale of Prince Rama and Princess Sita and the Ten Headed Demon Ravanna but I made it different with the Characters like: Prince Mordecai and Princess Samantha, Ravanna, Hanuman, Bharata, Indrajit, Manthara, Surpanakha, Queen Kaikeyi (Prince Mordecai's Jealous Stepmother)

THE STORY OF MORDECAI AND SAMANTHA:

Once upon a time, in the magnificent kingdom of Ayodhya, there lived a noble prince named Mordecai, beloved by all for his wisdom, courage, and kindness. He was the heir to the throne, destined to rule alongside his beloved wife, Princess Samantha, a woman of unparalleled beauty, grace, and compassion. Their love was the envy of all who beheld it, and their kingdom flourished under their benevolent rule.

However, their happiness was not to last, for lurking in the shadows was the wicked ten-headed demon, Ravanna, whose heart burned with jealousy and malice. Ravanna coveted Princess Samantha for himself, and he plotted to separate her from Prince Mordecai and claim her as his own.

Mordecai: "My dear Samantha, our love is like the eternal flame, burning bright amidst the darkness. Fear not, for I shall always protect you, my beloved."

Samantha: "Oh Mordecai, my heart sings with joy at your words. Together, we shall overcome any obstacle that dares to challenge our love."

One fateful day, as Prince Mordecai and Princess Samantha were taking a leisurely stroll through the enchanted forest that surrounded their kingdom, they came across a wounded deer lying in agony. Princess Samantha's compassionate heart was moved with pity, and she beseeched Prince Mordecai to help the poor creature.

Samantha: "Mordecai, look! A wounded deer lies in distress. Please, we must help it."

Mordecai: "Fear not, my dear Samantha. I shall use my magic to create a protective circle around you. As long as you stay within its bounds, no harm shall befall you."

That night, as Princess Samantha rested within the safety of the magic circle, she heard a terrible cry echoing through the forest. Believing it to be her beloved Mordecai in grave danger, she rushed to his aid, unaware of the treacherous trap that awaited her.

Samantha: "Mordecai! I hear cries of distress! I must go to him at once!"

Mordecai: "No, Samantha! Stay within the circle! It is not safe!"

But it was too late. Ravanna, with his dark magic and deceitful wiles, had disguised himself as Prince Mordecai and lured Princess Samantha out of the protective circle. Seizing her in his powerful grasp, Ravanna vanished into the depths of the forest, leaving behind naught but despair and heartache.

Ravanna: "Foolish princess, to trust in the illusion of safety. Now you are mine, and no one shall stand in my way."

Prince Mordecai, upon discovering his beloved Samantha missing, was consumed with grief and fury. Determined to rescue her from the clutches of the vile Ravanna, he embarked on a perilous journey, aided by his loyal companions, including the mighty monkey warrior Hanuman, the valiant prince Bharata, and the wise sage Vishwamitra.

Hanuman: "Fear not, Prince Mordecai, for I shall lend you my strength and my cunning. Together, we shall vanquish the foul demon Ravanna and rescue Princess Samantha from his grasp."

Bharata: "My lord, I pledge my sword and my loyalty to your cause. Let us march forth and bring justice to the wicked."

Vishwamitra: "Prince Mordecai, the path ahead is fraught with danger, but with courage and determination, you shall prevail. Trust in your heart, and victory shall be yours."

And so, Prince Mordecai and his companions embarked on a perilous quest, braving treacherous jungles, raging rivers, and dark caverns in their relentless pursuit of Ravanna and his captive, Princess Samantha.

Along the way, they encountered many trials and tribulations, including battles with Ravanna's fearsome minions, such as his son Indrajit, the demoness Surpanakha, and the wicked maid Manthara, who sought to thwart their noble quest at every turn.

Indrajit: "You dare to oppose my father, Ravanna? Prepare to face the wrath of Indrajit, the mighty warrior prince!"

Surpanakha: "Ah, Prince Mordecai, how handsome you are! Why waste your time on that insignificant princess when you could have a powerful demoness like me at your side?"

Manthara: "Princess Samantha is a threat to my mistress's ambitions. I shall do everything in my power to ensure that she remains in Ravanna's clutches forever."

But through courage, perseverance, and the power of their unwavering love, Prince Mordecai and his companions overcame every obstacle that stood in their way, drawing ever closer to their ultimate goal of rescuing Princess Samantha from the clutches of Ravanna.

At long last, after a fierce and epic battle that shook the very foundations of the earth, Prince Mordecai confronted Ravanna in his fortress atop the towering mountain of Lanka, where Princess Samantha was held captive.

Mordecai: "Ravanna, your reign of terror ends here and now! Release Princess Samantha, or face the wrath of a righteous prince!"

Ravanna: "Foolish mortal, you dare to challenge me? I am Ravanna, the Lord of Lanka, the most powerful demon in all the realms! You are no match for my might!"

But Prince Mordecai, fueled by his love for Princess Samantha and the strength of his noble heart, fought with a courage and determination that knew no bounds. With the aid of his allies and the blessings of the gods themselves, he clashed with Ravanna in a battle that shook the heavens and the earth.

In the end, it was not the strength of arms or the power of magic that determined the outcome, but the purity of Prince Mordecai's love and the righteousness of his cause. With a final, mighty blow, he vanquished Ravanna and rescued Princess Samantha from the darkness that had ensnared her.

Mordecai: "Samantha, my beloved! Are you hurt? Fear not, for you are safe now, and I shall never let harm befall you again."

Samantha: "Mordecai, my hero! Oh, how I have longed for this moment! With you by my side, I fear nothing, for our love is stronger than any magic or malice in the world."

And so, Prince Mordecai and Princess Samantha returned triumphantly to their kingdom of Ayodhya, where they were greeted with jubilation and celebration by their grateful subjects. Their love had been tested and proven true, and together, they ruled wisely and justly for many years to come, a shining beacon of hope and inspiration to all who beheld them.

THE END!!

I Hope you guys liked it 😊🥰

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[l-e-morgan-author]

I'm musing on my plans ahead for a specific story (I'll update y'all when the month is over and I'm back on social media! but I have made a plot breakthrough literally three years in the making), and I realised: this character would absolutely have religious OCD/scrupulosity. So I need to do research.

People with ROCD, what resources would you recommend/what is it like living with scrupulosity? I may live with it myself, but I have no formal diagnosis and no medical professional has ever considered exploring it (that'd be multiple friends who've asked if I have OCD) so I'm hesitant to give her purely what I feel/experience in case I'm misleading myself.

A google search wasn't particularly helpful on specifically how to write it, hence why I came here.

Please signal boost and give me ideas :)

Though I won't see any responses until the month is over, if you have questions about the story itself and how her issues impact and are impacted by it, I'm happy to answer anything. I don't know how to keep a spoiler to save my life, lol.

[heisen-heimer]

Ok hear me out:

A Mahabharat anime would slap so hard

[pariaritzia]

Queerness in Indian Media

↳Film: MAJA MA (2022, Hindi) dir. ANAND TIWARI

Maja Ma follows Pallavi Patel (Madhuri Dixit), a closeted lesbian who gave up her beloved, Kanchan (Simone Singh), decades ago and has since become a devoted mother, housewife, and adored member of her community. While making preparations for her son's (Ritwik Bhowmik) wedding, however, Pallavi is outed to the entire town--and subsequently must deal with the consequences to herself, her former beloved, and her family.

Madhuri Dixit discusses her role in this movie, how movies like this are more possible now because of OTT streaming, and the "unexpected reactions" to the story here.

Madhuri Dixit discusses this movie coming from "a place of love", wanting the LGBTQ community to "feel seen", and "accepting people for who they are" here.

The actress Madhuri Dixit has been in multiple gay and gay-coded media, both as a supportive character and as the gay character herself. She has also been supportive in real life of the LGBTQ community.

[lalsim]

Asian warrior king

[hinsaa-paramo-dharma]

There are people who hate Bhisma Pitamah?

THE BHISMA PITAMAH???

[annagxx]

His pov:

"I never got her flowers, and she never complained; now every sunday I visit her with a bouquet of her fav flowers but she won't say anything, I refused to call her when I was working or occupied but now every sec of mine is filled with her thoughts, I neglected her needs mostly but she still used to look after me, she cherished me with all her heart, but now she neglects mine, I feel the most lucky man alive that a woman like her loved me but at the same time I'm the most unlucky man alive because death stole her from me." as the tear fell from his eyes, it carried with it the weight of all the unspoken words, buried emotions and pure guilt. It wasn't just a tear; it was a silent scream, a testament to the pain he could no longer hide. In that single drop, a lifetime of sorrow and heartache seemed to overflow, leaving behind a trail of vulnerability that he had to live with for the rest of his life, cos he lost someone who would die for him once again.

The real monologue is very lengthy, it's just a small piece, if you wanna read the whole thing feel free to dm 🤍

[intellectual6666]

And this was all about tonight :)

[80ssuperstar]

I hope you guys like my Hindu pictures Ft Me and My Sweetheart Mordecai as Rama and Sita. I was able to look up the internet and find what Hanuman and Vishnu looked like and I did. I tried my best to make it look exactly the same. 🛕🕉️🪷🇮🇳📜🙏💞

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[anjaelle]

Would you ever write something for Bobby from Monkey Man? 👀

As much as I love any opportunity to write something for Dev, Bobby/Kid feels like one character I don’t really feel comfy touching.

Partially because the story is very firmly an Indian story, with Indian Characters, and I’m not Indian. And I don’t really think it’d be right to insert a prominent non-Indian character into the world of this story (I know there are non-Indian characters in MM, but they’re background players for the most part).

It’s also partially because his story is so tragic that I cannot, in good conscience, sexualize or romanticize this character. Like I can sexualize and romanticize Dev’s acting and his face and his fighting. But the character is just too sad lol

[madhu-dr-cool]

[trulyyoursdevil]

Saturday, it’s the day I always love to be home around my daddy, we enjoy more when mom is not around and tbh I love that most ! I am more happy and calm now . It’s Daddy love which making me keep going and he is guiding me to excel in life . After good grades in life now is he asking me to more socialise . At first I was mad with this idea as I don’t want any other man in my life rather him. But one day when we enjoying suer sunset on rooftop he hugged me and explained me why it’s necessary to explorer the real life beyond him . As it’s important for life ahead also to learn form the real world. While I was sitting on his lap and buried my head into his arms , I was listening home. He promised me he is always with me ahead of anyone . He kissed my lips and looked over me smilingly. I smiled Nanci and took his hand and put into my pants . Now he is caressing my pussy inside while I was wearing my shorts . He is mostly all hard with me , so I slide myself a little back and forth and slide his trunk and started sucking his hot wild tools . I feel honored when her get those boners . I feel like worthy princess for him. He is playing my wet pussy while closing his eyes . I love his taste wet and salty . He lift me up like bridal pose and took me over couch . He is standing tall while he took my hair with control and thriving my dirty mouth with his awesome fly. I was suffocating and pullout and geeze I loved this work man . He asked me to open my mouth and spit in . Ufff it’s was warm love gift. Choked my neck with his muscle grip and i surrender my tongue out to him. I keep begging that today’s I want to taste his delicious cum in my mouth . He asked me do I really mean it and lipped out my T-shirt and sucked my tits one by one . I went mad with goosebumps. He kept his fly between my two tiny boobs and I pressed with side to fly and he start throbbing up and down. I bed down my head and I wanted to Taste simultaneously. I grabbed his hard tool and started sucking hard and he came with big moan and gosh it was as a great moment for me to see him like a baby melting in me . I thanked daddy !

Whatta Saturday treat it was!