#Maroon Kurta

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...and the whore saga continues

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Okay it's supposed to rain tomorrow morning so

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Women Sleeveless Rayon Printed Maroon Kurta

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Diwali Kurta Pajama: Elevate Your Festive Style with Tradition and Elegance

Diwali, the festival of lights, is synonymous with joy, togetherness, and dressing up in beautiful traditional attire. For men, the Diwali kurta pajama is a go-to outfit that balances elegance, comfort, and style, making it perfect for the festivities. With so many styles and colors to choose from, such as the timeless white kurta for men or the trendy pink kurta for men, there’s a perfect kurta pajama set for everyone. Let’s dive into some of the most stylish and festive kurta pajama options to help you shine this Diwali.

1. Classic White Kurta for Men

The white kurta for men is a classic choice that exudes simplicity and grace. A white kurta pajama set is not only versatile but also highly adaptable to different settings, whether it’s for a Diwali puja, a family gathering, or a Diwali party. White kurtas pair well with various accessories and layers, allowing you to dress them up or keep it understated.

For an enhanced look, consider layering with a Nehru jacket in a contrasting shade like navy blue or maroon, or add a patterned scarf for a more vibrant look. A white kurta made from cotton or linen will keep you comfortable throughout the celebrations, making it ideal for both day and evening events.

2. Comfortable and Stylish Cotton Diwali Kurta for Men

A cotton Diwali kurta for men is a great option for those looking to combine style with comfort. Cotton kurtas are breathable, lightweight, and perfect for warmer climates or long festive gatherings. These kurtas are available in various colors, including white, peach, pink, and pastel shades, which look fresh and vibrant.

To add a hint of style, you could choose a cotton kurta in a unique color such as peach or pair it with embroidered or printed pajama bottoms for a modern twist. Pairing a cotton kurta with leather sandal or mojaris will complete your look, giving you a blend of sophistication and traditional flair that’s perfect for Diwali.

3. Vibrant Pink Kurta for Men

For those who love making a bold statement, a pink kurta for men is a trendy and festive choice. Pink has become increasingly popular in men’s ethnic wear, offering a fresh and stylish look. Pink kurtas are perfect for day-time Diwali events and look especially striking when paired with white or beige pajamas.

To enhance the look, consider adding a pastel-colored Nehru jacket or a simple shawls. This will add dimension to the outfit without overpowering the kurta’s bright hue. Pink kurtas in cotton or linen are perfect for comfort, while silk options add a bit more luxury and are suitable for evening events.

4. Festive Mirror Kurta for Men

A mirror kurta for men is an excellent choice for those who want to add some sparkle to their Diwali outfit. Mirror work on kurtas creates a festive, celebratory vibe and is perfect for evening gatherings where the intricate detailing can catch the light. Mirror kurtas are usually available in vibrant colors like maroon, black, or royal blue, making them an eye-catching option.

Pairing a mirror kurta with a plain pajama bottom ensures that the detailing stands out without looking overdone. Add mojaris or traditional leather sandals to complete the look, and you’ll be ready to impress at any Diwali event.

5. Regal Maroon Kurta for Men

A maroon kurta for men is a classic, regal option that is perfect for the Diwali festivities. Maroon is a rich, festive color that suits both day and night events, making it highly versatile. A maroon kurta can be paired with beige or black pajamas for a contrasting look that is both sophisticated and stylish.

Consider adding a dupatta or shawl in a lighter shade like gold or cream to enhance the outfit further. Maroon kurtas made from silk or jacquard fabrics offer a luxurious feel, making this outfit ideal for formal Diwali gatherings and parties.

6. Bold Black Kurta for Men

The black kurta for men offers a chic, modern take on traditional attire, ideal for evening Diwali celebrations. Black kurtas can be paired with contrasting pajama bottoms in white, cream, or even gold for a striking effect.

Adding a Nehru jacket in a metallic or bright color can take the look up a notch, making it festive yet modern. Black kurtas work well with both formal shoes and traditional mojaris, providing a sophisticated style that never fails to impress.

7. Unique Peach Kurta Set

A peach kurta set brings a refreshing and unique look to Diwali celebrations. The soft, pastel shade of peach looks great in both day and evening events, and it’s an ideal option if you’re looking for something subtle yet elegant. Peach kurtas are best paired with light-colored pajama bottoms and simple footwear.

For a sophisticated look, pair the peach kurta with a beige or cream Nehru jacket. This color combination works well for outdoor events and gives off a soft, refined vibe that’s perfect for the festive season.

Choosing the perfect Diwali designer kurta pajama set is all about reflecting your personality and comfort while honoring traditional style. From the timeless white kurta for men to vibrant options like pink kurta for men and luxurious mirror kurta for men, there’s a style for everyone. This Diwali embraces the charm of traditional kurtas and makes a stylish statement with a look that resonates with the festive spirit.

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Dhwani - a beautiful dream.

We met at a friend's wedding and she was from the bride's side while I was from the groom's. Upon introduction, we started talking and it just kind of continued. I realised that she was younger than me but we instantly clicked. She seemed like an introvert as she didn't mingle with the other guests much. She was very friendly and told me that she has heard about me and my friend from her cousin. But it was already night time the first day so we couldn't talk much. So I looked forward to see her the next day.

In the morning, I kind of looked for her but couldn't find her. Then I went on to get some of my stuff from the car and that's when I saw her near the garden with a beautiful maroon shawl and some flowers in her hand, white and red roses. She was coming for the stairs and I approached towards her and suddenly some flowers fell out of her hand. I told her to stop a while and that I'll pick them up. I started picking them while looking at her and our eyes met each other's. It was not the first time that our eyes met because we had already seen each other the night before but this time was something different. I handed her the flowers, all but one petal. The last one, which I picked of a red rose and kept in my front pocket. She smiled and I asked, "What will you do with these flowers?", to which she replied that she would dry them and keep them inside her books. Amazingly, I loved dry flowers too. I thought to myself, "How in the world she loves them too? But it is not impossible right? I mean, who doesn't love flowers? but also dried?"

Then we both left for our rooms to get ready for the wedding.

It was my time to get dressed but some family member had already occupied my washroom and most of the hotel rooms were occupied and so I was asked to use one of the available rooms. I was okay with that as weddings can be such, specially when family members from all parts of the region have come to attend it. And some of them had reached the hotel on that very morning. Then I walked the hallway with some of my clothes and searched for the room. I found the room no. 207 and without thinking much I rang the door bell of the room and a little girl opened it. Her name was Mouni or Munni, as much as I remembered from all the introductions from yesterday. The important thing was that she was Dhwani's little sister. So I expected Dhwani to be nearby. I looked around the room as much as I could before going all the way inside and there she was, Dhwani, all dressed in her traditional attire.

Dhwani was standing in front of the mirror and she was looking absolutely stunning. I didn't say much. I just explained my situation that all the rooms were occupied so I was told to come here. She immediately acknowledged and graciously offered her washroom and sat on the bed. She started searching for something in her black bag. I planned to have a shower and change myself there itself. I came out after a while and asked if I could borrow a comb. She offered one and now we were getting ready together. It was just the two of us in the room now as Mouni has gone to have her breakfast. Dhwani was wearing a cream colored mekhela sador and was doing her touchups and her makeup. I was wearing my black kurta. I wanted to talk to her about something so I asked her about the makeup kit. She explained to me which item is called what and how it works. I heard words like primer, powder and messcara and understood most of it, may be because I wanted to understand. She said that the kit was only for occasions like this and otherwise she uses some kajal and lipstick only. Then she asked if she can do my makeup as well. And I agreed as most of my stuff were in my room which was occupied. So it was a win-win for me. She started with some moisturizer, followed by a cream, but during this very professional makeup process I was just looking at her eyes, and god her eyes, I could look at them all day. She was praising my skin the whole time and I swear that I never thought so highly of my face or my skin. It would be unfair to not add this but at one point I did try to see us together in the big mirror in front of us. And then suddenly some other people came in to the room and after a while her mother as well and to her she said that she was just helping everyone with their makeup and that she tried her hands a bit on me as well.

Then the whole day went by and we saw each other from time to time while the wedding rituals went by. There was people everywhere and everyone was busy with something, so as the both of us. But whenever we saw each other we exchanged smiles and that was a different feeling altogether.

In the afternoon we all went to change as the reception would start in a few hours. I quickly changed and came to the reception hall so that I can see her but she had not yet arrived. I went to the room where the newly married couple was getting ready and I saw that some flowers are not being used by the bride so I asked the hair dresser and also the bride if I could keep one. They both said okay and my friend gave me the task to create a playlist to play during the reception. I agreed and left after clicking a few pictures with them. But soon realised that I was not that great with party music. I sat near the music system and tried to create a playlist but all the songs I was coming up were the same old generic wedding songs that everyone plays in the weddings, whereas, I wanted to create something special for my friend. I went to the balcony for some inspiration and that is when Dhwani came to my rescue. It was as if she came there in search of me. She came and stood near me and I told her about the playlist. I don't know how but she was way comfortable with me. We both sat in the balcony and she instantly started working on the playlist. Now we were a team and both of us started picking songs one by one. I didn't quite knew some of the songs she had suggested, so she sang bits and parts of the song so that I could recognize them and after a while we were ready with a solid playlist with a perfect combination of party music and wedding songs. And that is when she asked me if I would like to go out with her for a walk as it was getting a bit hot inside the wedding hall and also that there is still some time for the couple to arrive at the reception.

So we took the back door and climbed down the stairs from the second floor to the ground. I was wearing a kurta and she was wearing a saree, both all dressed up, now walking the streets in the evening. This is when we passed by a grocery store upon which she said, "What if we went in like this all dressed up?" I laughed and asked her if she would like to go grocery shopping with me. To which she agreed playfully. In my head I could think of a kickass reply but only after a while, "but the kids are waiting for us at home, no?"

After walking for a while I made the gesture of throwing a cricket ball to which she asked what I did and I said, "nothing". That puzzled her a bit. Then I put my hand inside my pocket and found the flower that I kept from the bride's hair makeup. I gave the beautiful white flower to her and she took it with a smile. She asked what flower it is, to which I replied, "chrysanthemum". She nodded to that. Then I said that she could add this one to her collection of dry flowers. She nodded once again.

We kept walking and it was almost dark by then and so we decided to return. Then I thought to myself that we barely even talked. I wished that the walk could go on a little longer and that I could talk a bit more with her. That is when I saw an ice cream wala. I told her that we can have some ice cream and then we can go back. She agreed. Then we went to have ice cream. I had to get my chocolate ice cream and she took strawberry. This is when we waited a while to enjoy the ice cream and we talked about the wedding. While talking about both the families and their relations she mentioned that she is actually a bit of an introvert and that she can't approach anyone directly. Then I asked her how she was able to talk to me, to which she replied that she was introduced to me by her sister and that is when we started talking from the first day and so it kind of continued. May be we both knew each other from somewhere? I don't know.

I then told her about having a bit of self confidence in us because some things have to be said by us because no one else can think exactly like us so we have to be able to express them in our own way to the world. She then mentioned that she creates art and writes poems and that she also sings and plays the guitar. I was amazed and told her to play something for me as well someday. I also told her that I tried my hand on the ukulele but failed miserably. Then she said that may be I didn't try hard enough with proper focus and so I should give it one more try. Then we returned to the venue and decided to take the lift.

While walking towards the lift we talked about our favourite books and authors and she recommended me some of her favorites. I also read one of my favourite urdu poems to her in the lift and trust me when I say this that I don't usually do such things. And when the lift reached our floor and the door opened, it was playing our playlist in the reception hall. I said, "our background music" to which she smiled and then her phone rang. She told me to come after a while so that no one would know that we were together. She walked in to the hall and after a few minutes I went in. There were guests everywhere, guests taking photos with the newly wedded couple, everyone dancing and celebrating but we could still find each other in the crowd and smile at each other.

After a while we planned to have dinner so she went with her family and I went with mine. After dinner I couldn't find her. I thought she might be clicking pictures somewhere. So I went to meet my friends, some of them just came from downstairs. One friend of mine randomly talked about some family members already leaving. I didn't think it was her. But soon realised that she had left with her family without saying a word, without a good bye.

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(i don't usually do long form content here but let's see if my people likes it. thank you for supporting and loving my work so far. it means the world to me.)

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The 13th Anniversary Arshi Fiesta

Moodboard : Historical AU

Whispers of the Heart | Chapter 08

I am not very good at writing ffs. I even read ffs very selectively. But it was an attempt of me to participate in the 13th-anniversary arshi fiesta.

I might be wrong about certain aspects of that age and era, but it's a fantasy, so why not? I don't own Arnav and Khushi and the story is purely fictional and has no relation to any living or dead. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Chapter 8

It was a joyous affair, brimming with colour and laughter. The blushing bride and groom faced each other, ready to begin their jaimala ceremony. Khushi's radiant smile lit up her face, her eyes sparkling with mischief and laughter. She was delighted to witness not only her brother's wedding but also one of her childhood friend's special day. She was somewhat relieved to see Arnav loosen up a bit as well.

Khushi was ecstatic when Mr. Ganguly and his family left early to catch their train, unable to stay for the late-night pheres. They promised to keep in touch once back in Calcutta. She secretly hoped they would break their promise.

As soon as the Pandit asked them to proceed the ceremony, Akash lifted Aman to prevent Anjali from placing the jaimala around his neck, causing ripples of laughter among the crowd. Suddenly, Arnav appeared from behind and lifted Anjali up, surprising both brothers. As a result, Anjali successfully placed the mala around her future husband's neck.

It was such a trivial moment, but Khushi couldn't help but blush as the muscles of his arms bulged beneath the black kurta from the exertion. The corded muscles of his back and shoulders rippled with strength as he moved. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his defined forearms sprinkled with dark hair. He had gotten a haircut a few days ago, and the neatness of it accentuated the ruggedness of the two-day stubble, making him look irresistibly handsome.

Khushi's gaze lingered on him, captivated by the effortless masculinity he exuded. Her thoughts began to drift, drawn into a vivid daydream. She imagined him dressed as a groom, standing tall and proud in a mandap adorned with flowers and lights. She saw herself standing beside him, her hands adorned with henna, dressed in a resplendent bridal outfit. The image was so vivid and beautiful that it made her heart ache. But as quickly as the vision appeared, she shook her head to dispel it. Khushi lowered her head, her cheeks still warm from the blush, and tried to focus on the present, determined not to let her imagination run wild.

A soft knock interrupted Khushi's struggle with an earring, prompting her to turn around from where she was sitting in front of her dressing table. There, on her doorstep, stood Arnav. The warm light above her head, combined with the fading evening glow, created a soft halo around her.

But as she tucked her loose hair behind her left ear, her fingers brushed against the earring she was wearing. Her mind went back to Arnav again and what transpired between them a few hours ago.

Arnav stood transfixed for a moment, taking in the marvellous sight before him. Khushi always possessed an effortless beauty, but today she looked truly ethereal in a maroon-red saree that draped elegantly around her figure. The colour seemed to illuminate her skin, giving it a radiant, almost translucent quality. Her raven-black hair flowed like a silken waterfall down her back, enhancing the allure of her appearance. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still.

"Arnav," her soft voice broke his reverie.

" Um...I'm here for Aman's sherwani. He needs to get ready. It's almost time," He replied in a thick voice.

" Oh! it's on that table."

Nodding his head, Arnav moved towards the designated table but his attention was suddenly diverted by the sound of Khushi's distress.

" Hai !! Devi maiya!!! e kya ho geya???? What will I wear to the wedding now? " she whined.

"what happened? "

"See, my earring broke," she exclaimed, turning her whole body to the left.She displayed the broken pieces with an adorable pout. The corners of Arnav's lips lifted of their own accord.

He kneeled in front of her, "Let me see."

Handing him the earring, Khushi clutched the side of the stool she was sitting on. His proximity sent a shiver down her spine as his familiar scent swirling around her, tinged with a hint of musk and sandalwood. Despite her previous distraction with the earring, she couldn't help but notice how impeccably he had dressed for the occasion. The black kurta he wore draped his frame with subtle elegance. Was it the kurta that made him look so debonair, or was it he who made the ordinary kurta look spectacular? Before she could find an answer, she heard him ask. "Do you have any safety pin?"

Her hands darted out to find one. Once she handed it over, he deftly coiled its wire into a circle and used it to mend her broken earring, restoring it to its former charm. Khushi's entire face lit up, eliciting a sense of accomplishment in her companion as he gazed at her.

Taking the earring from him, Khushi turned back toward the mirror. Her fingers trembled as she attempted to secure it on her left ear. Each time she tried, the delicate jewellery slipped through her grasp, frustrating her efforts. Arnav remained kneeling before her, his gaze fixed on her struggle with a calm intensity. With a sigh of exasperation, Khushi tried again, determined to succeed this time. Sensing her struggle, Arnav reached out and gently grasped her hand. "Let me."

Carefully, he retrieved the earring from her trembling fingers and brushed her hair aside, exposing her left earlobe. He delicately secured the earring in her piercing. The warmth contrasted with the coolness of the jewellery. His fingers lingered, causing goosebumps to rise on the back of her neck. Their noses nearly touched as Khushi turned to meet his gaze. The air around them came alive, vibrating with an almost palpable energy.

Arnav's gaze drifted to the centre of her eyebrows; her bindi had become slightly askew from her previous struggle. Without breaking the moment, his left hand moved gently to adjust it, his touch gentle and focused, almost as if in a trance. After ensuring the bindi was perfectly in place, his fingertips trailed down her cheek in a tender caress. The closeness between them was intoxicating, and most importantly, Khushi's mind was free from any haziness. Even in the dim light, she could see the subtle dilation of his pupils and how the golden streaks in his irises blended seamlessly with the rich caramel brown. And how every tiny muscle in his face appeared to unwind, shaping his features into an expression she hadn't fully familiarized herself with yet.

"Oh, Sanka Devi, jaldi niche aao, aur kitni deer se taiyaar hogi ?"

Buaji's voice shattered the moment in an instant. Arnav swiftly rose, grabbed the sherwani, and hastily left her room. But, a spark of hope lightened her heart. It was the expression on his face, which had remained constant since he had come back to Dehli for the wedding. She always prided herself on being intimately familiar with every subtle nuance of his expressions, akin to knowing the back of her hand. However, this particular expression was unfamiliar to her—although she vaguely recalled seeing something similar when they kissed. But, She couldn't be sure, uncertain due to her hazy memory. Determined, she now felt compelled, more than ever, to utilize her expertise in deciphering Arnav's emotions from his facial expressions.

The laughter of the flocks around her brought Khushi back to the present.

After the jaimala ceremony, everyone moved closer to the mandap, where Arnav found himself standing beside Khushi. As the moment for the gatbandhan arrived, Khushi eagerly stepped forward but felt a firm resistance on her forearm. Turning back, she was surprised to see Suvadra Malik holding her elbow. In that instant, she noticed another familiar hand in her peripheral vision reaching for his Nani's forearm. As soon as Suvadra met Arnav's eyes, she released her grip on Khushi. Arnav encouraged Khushi with a subtle nod, prompting her to go forward.

Arnav turned back to his nani and said through his teeth,"What is your problem now? We talked about this earlier, didn't we?"

Suvadra glared at her grandson. "That girl is a bad omen, Apni baap aur ma dono ko nikal gayi."

''So is your granddaughter ''

''Khabardar jo anjali ki bare main ulta sedha bola toh! I just don't want any harm come to my Anjali bitiwa".

"I don't say anything, but that doesn't mean I can't. We are both here for her sake because we both want her to be happy. Don't create a scene. You'll only hurt your crystal-clear reputation." With a raise of his eyebrows, he drove his point home with his nani and left her fuming.

After that, the wedding went off without a hitch. Arnav was overjoyed for his little sister. Despite their difficult past, she had found love in an honourable man. No one knew Aman better than Arnav, and he was relieved that Anjali had found a husband like him.

As the final notes of the ceremony faded away, Arnav found himself engulfed in a profound sense of melancholy. Each moment, each fleeting glance, reminded him of what he was about to lose. With no reason to stay any longer, he knew he had to leave soon.

After the wedding, an impending doom loomed over Khushi, with each passing hour. To worsen the situation, a telegram arrived on the third day informing them that Mr. Ganguly had taken a liking to Khushi and wished to marry her as soon as possible. On one hand, Arnav was going to leave soon. She would probably never see him again. On the other hand, the marriage proposal became a pressing concern for her, despite Babuji's reassurance that they would not proceed without her consent. Yet, whether today or tomorrow, marriage seemed inevitable. Khushi couldn't afford to procrastinate on the marriage issue any longer, especially considering the impact it could have on Babuji's reputation. She always felt immense gratitude towards Amma and Babuji and couldn't bear the thought of them ever regretting raising her.

Khushi's heart pounded this time with urgency, urging her to summon her courage and confront Arnav once again with the knowledge and awareness, she didn't have before. She knew she owed it to herself to try, despite the fear and uncertainty. She needed answers, at least a closure, perhaps even a reckoning with the truth. It was her final chance to lay bare her heart and demand the honesty she deserved, regardless of the emotional toll it might take. She had nothing left to lose anymore.

That urgency and determination brought her to Arnav's door in the middle of the night, just a day before he was scheduled to leave.

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hi uh I was wondering if you could maybe write an Indian reader x Bakugou? Indian weddings are a lot different than American ones, and I just think it would be really cute to see him get along with relatives of a different culture maybe, like him in Indian clothes, eating Indian food ( I know he likes spicy food so that’s up his alley) and maybe even learning a certain language too. I speak Tamil, but the majority of India speaks Hindi so that would be cool too :D

[ Sounds good. I hope I did your request justice my dear, Queen Piranhadon. ]

It was an honor to meet Katsuki Bakugou, otherwise known as "Ground Zero", during your family's brief stay in Japan. The intricately woven designs embedded in the fabric of your vibrant and colorful outfit immediately caught his attention. "Tch and just what the hell are you supposed to be?" He demanded, not realizing the cultural difference between the two of you.

When you tell Katsuki about your culture, traditions, and home life, he wears a scowl the whole time. Yet, he does acknowledge that participation in the celebrations you mentioned would be interesting if only to boost his ratings.

"Eh? What's the matter?! What's with those damn looks!?" Your family initially feels intimidated by him, which is understandable given his personality. Even so, they are friendly and compliment him for his strong-willed nature.

Food wasn't necessarily one of his guilty pleasures, and he usually didn't compliment anyone, but the flavor combination of Indian food and spices like cumin, turmeric, and red chili powder had his tongue dancing. Yes, he enjoyed spicy food and began visiting your family frequently for more delicious home-cooked meals.

"What the hell kind of language is this!?" he snapped, quickly growing frustrated as you tried to teach him some basic phrases in Hindi. Despite his frustration, he enjoyed learning new things because he had the heart of an academic student beneath his tough exterior.

Despite your cultural differences, Katsuki was protective of you whenever you faced discrimination or prejudice because of your background and made sure to shut whoever up quickly. Usually, this was done with his fists.

"Don't laugh, dumbass!" He demanded. It never occurred to him that your family would make him a traditional outfit from your culture. You were delighted to see him dressed in a maroon kurta, a vibrant nehru jacket over the kurta, white churidar pants, and golden jutti shoes.

While he wasn't known for his humor, he appreciated that the two of you could joke about your cultural differences, such as how greetings in Indian culture usually mean a hug or a firm handshake, while greetings in Japanese culture usually refrained from touching each other.

"Oh, don't act so damn surprised dumbass..." Although he knew you'd have to return to your own life, he didn't want to leave your side. So instead, he surprised you on the day of your departure and informed you that he was also going to your home country, and there was no room for arguments.

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DOYH Chapter 20 

Ranveer's POV 

Ranveer was going to be sick. What the fuck had this day been? Not only had he surprised himself with his lack of restraint, it hadn't even earned the satisfaction from Raghav that he had expected. 

He couldn't believe he wanted to confess today.

He couldn't bring himself to do it the entire day, thumb frozen just centimeters away from the dial button. He couldn't do it in the car, when Raghav himself was mere inches away from him. He couldn't do it after beating someone up for Raghav. And now they were backstage in the auditorium and a dozen hands were on him adjusting his hair, his makeup, his clothes, and he thought— might as well go through with the competition first. 

It had all happened too fast. One moment, Raghav's hand was on his thigh, he was nipping at his bottom lip as he tried to concentrate on the road. He thought Raghav might want to talk, sort some shit out but the exact moment he opened his mouth to speak a person threw themselves in front of the car. 

The moment Ayush slammed his fist on the car window Ranveer's vision went red. He didn't remember getting out of the car, didn't remember beating Ayush up, but he did remember that when he told Raghav how long he had wished to do that, Raghav didn't smile. 

Nor was Raghav smiling now, as he stood behind Ranveer waiting for him to get his hair done. 

Ranveer tried not to look at him. Lord knows what would happen if he let his gaze linger a bit too long. Raghav was wearing a silk maroon top of the same design as Ranveer's kurta, with a neckline stooping too low on his chest to leave any coherent thoughts in Ranveer's head. 

Raghav walked out of the room to peek at the stage, and Ranveer followed soon after. 

Lights were off. Tension was high. And only one man in the spotlight was speaking over the audience's polite claps. 

Ranveer's heart shuddered in his chest as he realized who the man was. 

He still looked the same as ever, though better groomed. There was a gray streak in his black hair that Ranveer didn't remember being there. His posture was the same, and so was his voice. 

Laxman Bhargav. One of the judges for the competition, and Ranveer's father.

There was a distant hum building inside him, growing louder with each clap from the audience, with each syllable coming out of his estranged father's mouth. It came to a point Ranveer couldn't hear anything besides the hum. And in the silence, in his chest, a pressure made its presence known like some vengeful ghost. It filled his chest, filled his eyes and filled his world, making it difficult to breathe or see. 

How could he have not expected this? Of course the college was going to invite a world known dancer for the competition, they did so every year. 

He wanted to march over and make his fists sing. He wanted to run away and be done with this awful day. He wanted to scream at his father. He wanted to cry to his mother. He wanted to hide his sister. He wanted to do all of this at once, and restraining those urges was making him shake, concerning everybody in the backstage. 

He could feel people eyeing him strangely. Fuck that. He couldn't give less of a shit. The thought of dancing in front of that monster made him queasy. 

So he won't. 

•••

“You have to!”

Raghav was banging on the door. Relentlessly. 

For fuck’s sake. Let him breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

In. Out. In. Out. In. IN. IN. IN.

He couldn't.

“DARWAZA KHOL RANVEER!”

As he did, a very rattled Raghav took him in and started a new chant of curses. He wanted to say he’s not helping, but he was too busy trying to get air in his lungs.

“Okay, shit fuck what do i do what do i do you’re clearly having a panic attack.” He looked around the cramped changing room. “Okay shit listen,” he took Ranveer by his shoulders and got into his face, “you know that grounding technique where you use your senses? We’re going to do that. Tell me the five things you can see right now.” He wanted to snap at him that he can barely discern one leg from another but he focused on Raghav’s face, then his own reflection in the full length mirror, warm coloured and textured tiles on the floor, door of the stalls and the toilets insides. “Okay good, now four things you can feel.” Raghav’s hands on his shoulders, cold floor, wall on his back, Raghav’s breath on his face. “Done? Three sounds you can hear.” Raghav’s voice, his own heart beating out of his chest, and the sickly sweet voice of his own father. 

His father was here. 

Raghav's voice was getting distant. He could no longer hear it over the beating of his own heart. 

"RANVEER!" 

His vision swam. He let Raghav pull him into a chair. His temples throbbed with pain every time he thought of his father's sickly sweet voice. 

Raghav cupped his face, making him look up into his pleading brown eyes. "What happened!?"

Ranveer swatted his hands away. His words were a sneer, "That's my fucking father, Raghav. Laxman Bhargav is my father."

Even saying the name had shame crawling in his gut. This was why his father had wanted to speak to him. He must have seen Ranveer's name in the contestants' profile. He-

His thoughts were interrupted by Raghav's hands on the back of his head, pulling him in. Before he knew it, the side of his face was pressed against the bare skin of Raghav's chest. The comforting weight of Raghav's hand was on his back and on the back of his head. 

When he inhaled, he could smell the soft floral scent of Raghav's perfume, the freshly washed fabric of his top and beneath it, a warmth that was simply Raghav. Ranveer closed his eyes.

His panic seemed muted as he placed his hands on Raghav's sides, like the memory of hunger after you're full. Then why was his heart still racing? Or rather, was it the rampant beating of his own heart that was howling in his ears or was it Raghav's? 

Dimly, he registered that this was very possibly the closest he would ever get to having Raghav in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Raghav."

A knock on the door snapped them both out of their daze.

Ranveer quickly stood up and began fixing his hair in the mirror. He couldn't bring himself to meet Raghav's gaze, even in the mirror. It didn't help that Raghav was staring at Ranveer's reflection so intently.

"Sorry for what?"

"Nothing," Ranveer replied a moment too soon. 

"Ranveer." The chill in his voice sent a tremor through Ranveer's limbs. "What were you going to say?"

"Nothing, you should probably get the door-"

"You know who's at the door. They're calling us outside. What were you going to say?"

Ranveer turned around, a dark indifference in his eyes that marked the absence of whatever affection Raghav thought might have been in the air. "Open the door, Raghav. It's our performance."

Raghav was rooted in his place. His chest heaved with shallow breaths, his expression was a hundred different emotions. "Will you dance?" was all he asked. Though Ranveer wondered there were many other questions he wanted the answers to.

"Yes," he answered, to all of them. 

[scarletsapphic]

DESI DARK FAE AESTHETIC~

(Again, completely based on my own opinions)

Rest of the series

Heavy, dark kajal

Dark and glittering lehengas, saris, kurtas, sherwanis and anarkalis with dupattas that cover their faces (so you dont recognize who cursed you)

Really dark mehndi that they made stronger with strong sarson ka tel (mustard seed oil).

Alta that makes it look like they walked in a sea of blood, and lips to match

Black and maroon bindis in all sorts of shapes

Large, dark colored metal bangles that glisten in the night but mysteriously make no sound when they will it

Large mirror jhoomkas and chandbalis

Loha (iron) nose rings and baalis

Heavy loha necklaces with shimmering jewels

Open, flowy hair or loose braids with woven flowers

They wear gajras made of mogra (jasmine) and roses, and they have a few leaves with thorns in them

The sounds of their payal echo mysteriously

They have long nails with remnants of sindoor and tika tinting their fingers

They leave the sweet scent of roses and jasmine wherever they go but it also makes your skin tingle

Always have a khanjar or a katar ready, but really, their looks can kill.

They drink the darkest, strongest chai and the sweetest sharbat

They can make you feel at home and switch to a living hell in 0.2 seconds

watch the instagram reel here!!! <3

[shehanazindia]

9 Vibrant Navratri Outfit Ideas To Celebrate Each Night In Style

Navratri, one of the prominent festivals in India is a time of joy, dance, and colourful celebrations. Each of the nine nights is marked by a specific colour, offering a wonderful excuse to showcase your style. 

Let’s explore some outfits that will help you look your best each day of the festival.

Day 1: Yellow 

Kick off the festival with a burst of sunshine! The Nayab Mishti Yellow Floral Angrakha Kurta Set is a perfect choice. This delightful outfit features intricate floral patterns that are both cheerful and elegant. Paired with a flowing dupatta, it gives a lovely traditional touch while keeping you comfortable for all the festivities.

Day 2: Green 

On the second day, opt for a refreshing vibe with the Chandani Heena Chanderi Hand Block Printed Dupatta. This dupatta, with its artistic hand-block prints, can elevate any outfit. You can wear it with a simple kurta or even a contemporary dress. The green hues symbolize growth and harmony, perfect for the spirit of the festival.

Day 3: Grey 

For the third night, consider the sophisticated Farzeen Bridavan Phool Pleated Dress. The elegant grey fabric adorned with delicate floral prints offers a subtle yet chic look. With its pleated design, this dress enables easy of movement, making it ideal for dancing the night away while staying stylish.

Day 4: Orange 

Day four calls for vibrancy! The Faiza Bulbul Wajida Kurta and Palazzo Set in a striking orange is just the thing. This is a kurta that stands out with its beautiful peony patterns and offers a comfortable fit. It’s perfect for the lively garba nights, adding a pop of colour to your celebration. 

Day 5: White 

On the fifth day, opt for purity with the Gulnaaz Sherjeena White Cotton Kurta Set. This ensemble is both graceful and versatile. The lightweight cotton keeps you cool while the accompanying dupatta adds a touch of elegance. White symbolizes peace, making it a serene choice for the celebrations.

Day 6: Red

As we are halfway through, on the sixth day, wear the stunning Nayab Noor Maroon Muslin Kurta Set with Dupatta. The rich red colour is bold and festive, perfect for this spirited night. The luxurious silk fabric will make you feel special, while the intricate prints showcase the beauty of traditional craftsmanship. 

Day 7: Blue 

For the seventh day, the Nayab Madhuri Aqua Floral Gharara Kurta Set With Dupatta offers a calm yet striking appearance. The blue tones create a beautiful contrast against the vibrant festivities. With block prints that tell a story, this kurta set is stylish and meaningful, making it a great choice for any Navratri event. 

Day 8: Pink 

Day eight is all about charm, and the Rooh Ruhani Pink Kurta Set with Dupatta is just that. This soft pink outfit radiates warmth and joy, making it perfect for the occasion. The flowy fabric and elegant design allow you to enjoy the night with ease, all while looking lovely. 

Day 9: Purple

Conclude the festival in style with the Nayab Madhuri Purple Floral Gharara Kurta Set. This gorgeous outfit features a stunning gharara style that is both trendy and traditional. The rich purple colour symbolizes luxury and creativity, making it a fitting finale for the celebrations. 

To sum up, as Navratri unfolds, these nine outfits will keep you stylish and comfortable throughout the festival. Each day’s colour not only reflects the spirit of the festival but also allows you to express your unique style. So, gear up, enjoy the festivities, and let your outfits tell a story!

[kasturicreations]

Elevate Your Style with Black Sambalpuri Kurta Suit Set from kasturicreations.com

Make a bold fashion statement with the exquisite black Sambalpuri kurta paired with plain black bottom 3-piece suit set, available at kasturicreations.com. This ensemble exudes elegance and sophistication, perfect for any formal occasion or festive celebration. The contrast green, blue, and maroon dupatta add a pop of color, enhancing the overall look. Elevate your style and stand out from the crowd with this stunning outfit.