#Poojas to Get married

[astroera11]

3 Poojas to Get married Soon

In the journey of life, marriage is a significant milestone that many aspire to reach. For those seeking to tie the knot and embark on the beautiful journey of companionship, certain poojas to get married hold immense significance. Let's search into three powerful rituals that are believed to attract matrimony and blessings from the divine.

[changingplumbob]

San Myshuno Characters - 3

Check out the sims who will be appearing in Layla's life over the next while.

Gym & School Staff

Dennis and Armani met at the Newcrest Community center on weekend when both were there to teach classes. They went out for coffee afterwards, and then found themselves unable to stay apart for long. They got married and adopted their very spoiled cat, Mister Jamison Pouncer III. They may be later on in their life, but for them it feels like it's just getting started! - ravingsockmonkey

I asked @ravingsockmonkey for a music teacher and he gave me a bonus teacher and a cat to boot! Armani (left) is an art lover is one of the most popular teachers in the elementary syndicate at San Myshuno Central Academy. Dennis can play almost any musical instrument you can name and delights in teaching the high school kids the theory of music. Mister Jamison Pouncer III is a CAT.

Other Apartment Dwellers

Interesting request from my dear Kristy, she want me to re making Diego Lobo and also have him a teen sister and maybe 8/9 years old little sister. So here they are. Hope u like them as much as I do 😉 - bloomingkyras

She may have created the Jessica we know and love but that didn't stop me asking the lovely @bloomingkyras if I could have some more! Diego Lobo, you know him, the hot headed art critic that decides what is or isn't on trend for the city. He's so successful that his parents have insisted his two younger sisters move in to his bachelor pad to get a proper education.

Youngest Natasha has standards so she will not be doing gymnastics, that silly class any kid can enter. She does ballet, and she does it much better than anyone else in the class, just ask her. Hot headed like her siblings she will likely clash with sweet mannered Coraline.

Tiffany Lobo (right) is the middle child. Hot headed and high maintanence, the popular girl at San Myshuno Central Academy does have a soft spot for brooding boys...

I cannot wait to see her prancing around your save - deardiaryts4

Okay everyone can we please give @deardiaryts4 a standing ovation for managing to make me a maxis match/mix sim! Pooja Khan (right) is Tiffany's best friend and somewhat of a saint for putting up with her bestie. Together they run the social circuit at the academy.

[srbachchan]

DAY 5748

Jalsa, Mumbai Nov 12/13, 2023 Sun/Mon 2:00 AM

Govardhan Pooja Monday, 13 November

last night Blog was a random state of the mind and body, with some of the most extended queries that had meaning and none at all ..

but we have the benefit of some of the dearest assets in our Ef brigade that possess the acumen of the highest iq's ..

may I present to all one such reaction to the somewhat thesis dissertation of coffee shot infested brain - mine !!

Good morning…

I'll respond in an order… 'cause the reverse might sound random…

Wise quiet of silence

Perhaps this is why sàdìsts prefer the company of spartans… so that they can get away with barbarous fun…

You see, spartans are accustomed to unfair insults… They do not react…

But, come once in a new moon, they do… and when they do, they demolish the facade with simple words and gestures…

In other words,

The quiet of the silence is indeed wise… but everything has a point of ignition… and when the wise are on fire, those rotten germs infecting humanity are scorched to ashes…

From eternity to eternity

अजो नित्यः शाश्वतोऽयं। - गीता

Unborn, forever, and imperishable…

Which is the only reasonable definition of being… one that subsumes continuity…

There's nothing in any measure of a being on a timeline… the suffix 'ing' does not permit that…

Seclusion, and replication elsewhere

The desolate is usually in the queue of extinction… its days are numbered… soon to be obsolete…

In stark contrast, replication is that link of a chain which assures continuum…

I'll give a true example,

There is a shikara and houseboat attendant at Dal… His name is Shafique…

(Don't worry… there are thousands of Shafiques there… I'm not revealing a unique identity…)

Shafique's father died when Shafique was about 12 years old… they were living far away, on the right bank of Jhelum, in a small and little known village…

The father had created a farm of about 5 acres which he was tilling till his death…

Upon the father's death, his mother had invited his uncle to help with the farming… lest the land goes waste…

The uncle had three sons… all were elder to Shafique… They would beat and harass him on the farm…

His uncle came to the house one day, and said to the mother, "I cannot control my kids… I'm afraid they might kill your son some day… I suggest you leave the village and go to Srinagar… I have a friend there who will find a living for you…"

Today, Shafique is around 40… married with teenage kids… And, he is determined to get back the farm, which his father had carved out of nothing…

In short,

Continuity may seem like āmour in the beginning… but it can have savage consequences…

Desolation and extinction follow…

Venus

All true, dear Sir…

However, do you know that Venus has a retrograde spin?

Which means, it rotates in the opposite direction… While Earth rotates anti-clockwise when viewed from the North Pole, Venus rotates clockwise…

Haha… kind of a magnetic couple, eh?

Crucible foetus

I sincerely hope it's not an unwanted child… that seems to be happening quite often these days…

If it survives the incubator, it dies every day of its life… The facade doesn't work…

OH NO YOU DIDN'T

Hehe… but I did… in my own way… is that prohibited?

REALLY… YOU SHALL NEVER KNOW

I care to know just enough to sing your song wherever I go… I hum your tune, I recite your words… I live your moments…

For that, I shall always kneel before God, and thank Him and thank you… 🙂

and the collision of the wishers with that Sunday fervour ..

Loved and cared for .. in its immense value ..🚩

Amitabh Bachchan

[hum-suffer]

We'll say hello again (Nevermind the chasm between us) 16

Seeing her twin the first thing in the morning did brighten her mood but the way Amar kept on bouncing on his feet was not a good idea.

"Get up, come on, come, come on!" He cheers over her as Gauri buries herself under her blanket once more, trying and failing to ignore her brother. "It's Mahashivratri, come on, we'll be late for pooja!"

Gauri throws the blankets off of herself and sits up, glaring grumpily at Amar. "I despise you," she says and Amar laughs because he knows it's a lie.

She manages to throw him out of her room and call for her handmaid to help her with her hair, throwing a sparse greeting at Yamuna at the door before she locks her brother out. Gauri huffs as she chooses her saree, a soft pink saree with pale golden hand block prints. It's one that she customised for herself, as a birthday gift for herself. Spoiling herself is a good thing, if done once in a while.

She's taken to draping her saree in a way that lets her move more freely, ready for a possible attack at any time. She doesn't trust her safety in the halls of the palace, not with Vijay here. A part of her heart throbs at the idea of a what if, a thought that probes at her mind like a needle. (What if she would be married to him?)

(She would rather live the life of a widow.)

Strapping Bhairav's dagger to her calf is a habit by now, and so is the hidden small knife in her waistband, hidden behind her pallu. She feels ridiculous, like she's going for war in her own home, as she steps out of her room, as ready as she'll ever be.

She isn't ready enough.

Gauri's breath leaves her chest in a fell swoop as her eyes fall on Bhairav, who is wearing that periwinkle tunic she's made for him. It looks perfect on him. He looks half a god, suitable to his name. Long hair left to the wind, a chandan tilak on his forehead and eyes unwavering as he looks at her, and only her. The tunic drapes over his shoulders like a physical caress, the embroidery on his collar stark against the blue. It fits him perfectly, looking comfortable in movement and yet emphasises his lean torso.

Gauri feels a spark of something primal in her chest and throat as she sees him wearing something she made and gave him. The urge to make another tunic for him rises, the need to make him a new wardrobe so he only wears what she makes for him.

The storm rising in her chest is hard to control but Gauri pushes it backwards forcefully when his eyes stray from her form, downward to his hands. Gauri tries to keep track of his gaze but it is hard, because as his neck moves, she sees the last letter of his name embroidered on the back of the kurta in her stitches. In red. (Red that matches her alta.)

Bhairav clears his throat hesitantly and looks back at her, reluctance in his sharp eyes. Gauri raises her eyebrows with a smile. Bhairav wets his lips for a moment before he speaks. "Shubh Mahashivratri, my princess. I hope you do not mind but I have stepped out of my bounds and dared—" He doesn't complete his sentence and raises his hand between them, a jasmine flower gajra in hand.

It's the two of them in the corridor, and Gauri feels the eyes of the Sun on them as she smiles wider in sheer giddiness. She's never worn a gajra before. She's always wanted to, but there's always a rush or something else and she always forgets to ask for a gajra to any of her handmaids.

"Of course, I do not mind, Bhairav," she says, sounding exhilarated to herself. She turns on her heels and looks over her shoulder. "Would you, please—?"

Bhairav looks like he's about to stutter something about his boundaries, so Gauri gives him a pleading look before turning her face away, leaving the decision in his hands. She knows she can't force an act of friendship and she needs to trust him to act on his wishes.

She doesn't hear him move until he's behind her, the smell of jasmine, chandan, and something earthy hitting her like a drug. Gauri stays still and her eyes close on their own when she feels Bhairav's fingers lightly brush away her hair from behind her ears. She feels her ears heat up and opens her eyes as he's putting the gajra in the small braided section of her hair that meets together at the back of her head.

Gauri's eyes fall on the stone floor, and with the sunlight falling in, she sees their shadows on the floor. They appear merged.

After seven more heartbeats, Bhairav finally stills. His fingers adjust the gajra for the last time and linger in her free hair for a breath, grazing the cascade of her hair for a moment before pulling away.

Gauri turns around to face him and beams at him, even as she feels a flush crawl up her neck. "Thank you, Bhairav."

He bows his head to her and steps back, the smell of chandan lingering like a caress between the two of them. "Anything for you, my princess."

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Amar is as insufferable as ever as he groans when they see each other. "Why are you so late?" He almost whines as soon as she is in earshot.

Gauri raises an eyebrow at him and looks around pointedly. Vijay, a couple of more soldiers, Amar, Katappa, Bhalla, Veeraraj, Bhairav, and Gauri. Even Maa or uncle aren't here.

"It takes time and dedication to maintain the elegance that Mahadev only gave to only one of you." Bhalla says, slinging an arm around her shoulders. Gauri is momentarily scared for her gajra, but she relaxes instantly under Bhalla's arm, as she's been doing for years.

Vijay gives him a side-eyed look. "Yes, because He wanted the other one to come on Mahashivratri at the time!"

"Oh, then, would you mind fetching the rest of the royal family and the royal priest?" Gauri asks, her hackles raised with the way Vijay spoke between the siblings.

"I'm sorry, do I look like your pet guard dog? He's standing behind you." Vijay snidely replies, eyeing Bhairav with disdain. Amar senses the tension and moves closer, towards Gauri.

Gauri knows how loyal and how fierce Bhairav is. Comparing him to a guard dog is not wrong. However. However. However.

Only she can do that. Because she appreciates and approves the fierceness he has, the growl he has, the sheer capacity of destruction he has. Because she knows his loyalty, she knows she is his North and she is his law. Because he is her protection, he is her health and he is backbone. Someone to adore and protect— that is the relationship of a guard dog and its master. That is the relationship of Bhairav and Gauri, with reciprocation. He protects and adores her, and she does the same for him. He may be likened to a guard dog, but by her only. She may be likened to a guard dog, but by him only.

Gauri feels Bhairav step forward behind her, closing their distance, and she smirks, letting her canines show. "You should be glad that Bhairav has better manners than your guards. At least, mine is loyal to a fault, Mahoday. Do you want Bhairav to teach them some loyalty? I assure you, he won't mind."

As expected, Vijay turns his head sharply at his soldiers and Gauri feels cold satisfaction thrum in her ears.

So easy to manipulate. So easy, in fact, even Amar could have done it.

Before he can say anything else, the guards around them announce the arrival of Maa and Bhalla removes his hand from her, straightening up beside her. Amar and Bhairav remain at their respective positions.

"Don't play with fire, Gauri." Bhalla says, eyes towards his parents. "We can't forget our diplomacy."

Gauri keeps her eyes at her uncle and aunt too. "And he can't forget his station. I refrain from being arrogant, brother, but I will not stand for insults against me or mine. He is barely refraining from disrespecting me in a way that will be treason. We all know the punishment for treason."

Maa comes to them with a smile on her face that dims a bit when she sees the looks on their faces. "What happened?"

"Vijay spoke insultingly about Bhairavrath. Gauri implied that he has disloyal guards." Bhalla says, always clinical and logical. That's what she admires about him. He isn't biased with his emotions.

Gauri looks at Shivagami with an unrepentent look. Shivagami shakes her head minutely and purses her lips. "I know what you think, but behave yourself, Gauri. You are a princess. You cannot be accused of being mannerless. If you want retribution, do it discreetly."

"This is discreet, Maa," Gauri says, knowing that her aunt is right,"Being non discreet would be that I'd take his tongue with my dagger for the tone alone."

Maa sighs and turns to Amar, draping an arm around him. "At least tell me your tone was good enough." Gauri nods at her innocently, but something itches at her.

Amar is Maa's favourite. Bhalla is uncle's favourite. Who favours Gauri?

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Bijjaldev pushes Gauri to do her pooja with Vijay. He almost dwarfs her in height alone, let alone his age. Gauri has half a mind to accidentally injure Vijay's knee so he can't kneel or sit in front of the shivaling with her. Thankfully, Mahadev is on her side.

Vijay doesn't know how to do the pooja. He does the abhisek, from a different vessel than her, closes his eyes, prays for a moment and leaves. Gauri is astonished at his behaviour but uses it to her advantage and looks at Maa, asking silent permission to let her complete her pooja. Maa smiles at her indulgingly and nods.

"Not him, Mahadev," she prays softly in her thoughts after completing her pooja. "Do not make me miserable. Because if I am tied to him, he will come to you. I shall not bear living alone for too long. I want to be loved and cared for. Let me be loved."

She opens her eyes and begins to walk out of the temple, where Amar and Bhairav are standing at the doorway. Amar forwards a hand to her and she easily grasps it following his lead with her head held high.

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Amar squeezes her hand tightly as they move towards the centre of the temple, struggling with the crowd, even with their security. It's a tight fit, and the temple is decorated in all white flowers, their fragrance soothing and colour blinding, especially as the moonlight catches on them.

The day had been spent normally, but the evening is even brighter in Mahishmati as the whole state echoes the bhajans and chants of Mahadev and Mata Parvati. The evening aarti is even more beautiful and chaotic.

Gauri wishes she could tie her hair up in a bun but she's not touched her hair since the morning— since the moment Bhairav out in the gajra. It stays in her hair, snug and still fragrant. She's not even changed, since the morning.

Gauri keeps Amar ahead of her and Bhalla behind her as they all move, Bhairav and Veeraraj on either side of her. Maa and uncle lead the group, Vijay at the tailend. Her heart is hammering in her chest as she feels sweat clam up on her palms. She organised all this, and as it happens, she's afraid of anything that will go wrong.

Gauri keeps her spine straight and face neutral as they attend the aarti and let's herself smile as she's distributing prasaad to the nobles in the temple.

Just as she's beginning to think that everything has gone well, she turns away from Vijay to go back to Amar, she hears Vijay speak.

"May I have the attention of everyone?" He asks, and doesn't stop for long before banging his hand on a nearby empty platter to grab the attention of the nobles around them. Her heart starts to beat faster and she feels her smile freeze on her face, shoulders turning rigid. She feels the heat of panic spread in her chest and arms.

"In the attention of Mahadev and on this auspicious day of Mahashivratri, I announce my proposal to court Gauraangi Devi."

The empty thaali of prasaad stays in her hand and Gauri remembers another plate, years ago, that she used to make another egoistic man bleed.

The need for blood rises.

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Tagging: @alhad-maharani @vijayasena @voidsteffy @nerdreader @allizzprobablynotwell

I'm so sorry for the cliffhanger!!!!! But abhi I need to let gauri plot for a while lmfao. See y'all soon!

[gvzel]

it's been ... a while again but here i am asking for plots, so here's me re-posting my old post because i would really love to have new longtime writing partners! definitely in for any kind of slice of life mumu's. i really love brainstorming and sharing muse posts / make pinterest boards for my muses. so expect me to bother you a lot. i write f/m & f/f and write both females or males. i really have muse for both.

some fc’s i really have muse for (to write & write against, bolded up names mean i have highly muse for): bensu soral, demet özdemir, diane guerrero, janhvi kapoor, pelin uluksar, melisa asli pamuk, aslihan malbora, kriti sanon, pooja hegde, hazal filiz küçükköşe, ahsen eroğlu, sydney sweeney, simay barlas, cemre baysel, ayça ayşin turan, naz sayıner, meltem akçöl, alperen duymaz, kivanç tatlituğ, yusuf çim, theo james, burak çelik, kerem bursin, engin özturk, deniz can aktaş

some plots i would love to do can be found under this cut!

PLOT IDEA 1: (based on NO 309): muse a is getting pressured by their parents to get married because if they get married before their cousin it means they will get the family business like their grandparents promised. whoever gets married first will own the company. muse a eventually gives in and agrees to go on a date with the other that their parents picked. muse b on the other hand is getting pressured by their mom because they just want to see them being happy and have their own little family.

muse a & muse b were supposed to meet someone else that night but muse a has the same name as the person muse b was going to meet, so they accidentally end up spending the night together & the next morning they agree to never meet again.

3 months… later muse b finds out she’s pregnant and muse a just got engaged to someone else, THE ANGST

PLOT IDEA 2: friends to LOVers, maybe one of the muses has feelings for the other and has always been so clumsy around them and is like trying not to show off but … fails

PLOT IDEA 3: a “my dad is a retired mafia and i’ve met you during my most vulnerable time and we became best friends and i’m slowly starting to have feelings for you. wait, what are you doing at my house? what did my dad just announce? is he getting back into the underground business that brought so much damage to our family in the past? did you just became my dad’s right hand man?!?!” kind of plot.

PLOT IDEA 4: this plot !!!!!!!!!

PLOT IDEA 5: always in for some forbidden love, as for example, maybe their families are rivals

PLOT IDEA 6: a non famous muse x a famous soccer player, we could make this a mumu. as for example the soccer players x their significant others. ideas can be discussed!

PLOT IDEA 7: nepo baby x non famous muse

PLOT IDEA 8: any kind of celeb plot, whether it's fake pr dating to real dating and having to separate or any other kind of other celeb plot

PLOT IDEA 9: a wealthy family and their partners mumu (such maybe like modern family idea)

PLOT IDEA 10: a maid (maybe + their family) who works for a wealthy family for a long while and the maid x the wealthy family's son/daughter have a secret relationship (inspo post)

i’m literally up for anything really, as mentioned before i’d love to brainstorm and come up with more ideas as well! don't hesitate to let me know if you have any other plot(s) in mind as well. if you’re interested in plotting with me then lms and i will come & bother you! 😇

[itz-stus]

Um how about a Indian reader who believes in sex after marriage sooo when they were in relationship gojo has to kinda suffer (in a funny way) being a herbivore and after there marriage he can't just wait to leave the crowd teasing the reader through the function and it would be more fun if it's an Indian wedding cause we all know ristedar picha na shadi ke pehle chorte hai aur na shaadi ke baad 😆

But getting his hands all over her once they leave them alone

I'm imagining his reaction when reader would cry her eyes out during vidai 😆

Btw new Tumblr user here I got excited knowing a Desi gojo fic writer<3

Feel free to ignore tho

Omggg I loved this request it was soo fun!! Like my literal fantasy came to life here!! I did this request so fast in honor of the Goat's homecoming!!

Masterlist

The Wedding Night

So you two have been preparing for the wedding for months. Since you had to organize two weddings one Japanese style and one Indian style

When he found out honestly he was quite amused of course but he always respected your decisions. Not without teasing you at every given moment from sexy scenes in movies to books if there were any he would always say "Just wait until the day we get married~" teasing you on how you believed in sex after marriage.

Now the day was finally here, Satoru in a beige sherwani with blue flowers and golden kadhai asdfghjkl. 

When you joined the ballroom oh my wearing that royal wedding dress. The red lehenga with gold all over it. Damn, this man fell even harder he didn't even know he could see this day.

After the var mala, You and he sat in front of the mandap now that's where the fun began. 

Satoru's slippers were gone in seconds, even the strongest sorcerer couldn't save them. 

Your sister got a lot of money in return which made you sigh at both of their behaviors

"Where are my slippers?" Satoru said looking around as you snickered and looked at your sisters (now salis) as one of them wore the slippers. "Jija ji~," Your sisters said menacingly as they tapped on his shoulders making him look around "Oh, you found them? Thank you" He smiled patting one of their head, oh this poor boy doesn't know what is going to happen now as the swiped the slippers as he was about to reach them making he raise his eyebrow. The eldest smiled and said snickering "Nothing in return~" Satoru didn't has a single clue about what she was asking and placed a plate of golgappa from the waiter in her hand. Making you laugh and said "Not that idiot, she's talking about money the neigh(idk what you call it but in my family, they call it neigh or shagun ka lifafa)" "Oh!! Here my sweet sisters-in-law!" He said putting his card in their hands making your and your sister's jaws drop to the floor. "Oh, Beh--" You were about to curse as your elder sister (can be cousin too) covered your mouth. "Not today Y/n."

After the faire and pooja, it was time to play the games. The most intense game of no other. Both of you were so determined to find the ring in the bowl. After, 7 rounds you finally won the first game. While Satoru won the rice game.

At the Dinner, he thought this was the time he finally would get you alone. But unfortunately for him all your relatives when to meet you.

You two were sitting together while the whole family sat on the larger table as Indian dishes were served as the relatives started to come from one of your closets first. First were from your mother's house who came and fed you two a bite of the food (The custom where like the relatives feed you one bite showing their love towards the bride and groom) "Hai mera beta itni badi hogayi," Your Mama said feeding you two a bite as you turned to Satoru and introduced him to your uncle " 'Toru, This is My Mama the one I told you about." You said as Satoru nodded and smiled at him "Yes I remember, Namaste sir" "Oh don't call me sir, I'm your Uncle now boy!" You Uncle fist-bumped your newly wed husband welcoming him to the family as he leaned to your ear and whispered "Hindi seekh raha hai?" He asked as you giggled and nodded "Abhi tak sahi chal rahi hai classes"

Oh, that was just one of them, and many more from both your mother's and father's side. You introduced those who were left in the group photos

After the whole dinner, there was part of the vidai when you both were leaving to go to your hotel. After the whole energetic wedding now everyone had a solemn look as he looked at you hugging your mother and crying your eyes out. Much to say he was amused he was omg he was so confused he thought you didn't want to go but you had lived with him in Japan.

Getting in the car this mf would be 100 perc. be dramatic saying that you didn't love him and broke his heart, and like he never knew you didn't want to live with him. As you explained that is why you were crying. As you two drove to your hotel.Now finally married.

Ohhhh! Here's the fun parttt!! The suhag raat!!

Satoru finally gets you alone when he finally lifts your veil like in the old Bollywood films looking at your beautiful face decorated with gold jewelry as he kissed you so softly and passionately which of course you gladly returned. 

The funny part is that he won't still be able to do what he wants, for actually taking off your clothes he and you would take out the jewelry, safety pins, and makeup for like half an hour.

Oh, he would just be soo fucking touchyyy like literally would seduce you when he helped you take off your safety pins. like squeezing your waist or your inner thighs. Well, You know what happened next right? ;)

[allari-ammayi]

PLEASEEE I NEEEED PART 2 TO THE BHALLA FIC RN 🙌🙌🙌

Wife | Pt.2 《Bharya》B. Deva

☆Bhallaladeva x Fem! OC☆

Synopsis: Pooja and Bhallaladeva have been married for three months, but after their wedding ceremony came to an end, Pooja hasn't seen him or heard of him since. It's not like she's his first wife she likely won't be his last- is what she thinks. But when Bhallaladeva sends a servant to summon Pooja to his quarters late one night, Pooja hopes to fulfil their unstarted martial duties, instead, Bhalla requests that Pooja do something else for him. Something Pooja never expected to hear from the ruthless king of Mahismati. 《Pt. 2, 2.4k Words》

Note: There will probably be maybe two more parts to this story lol. This is the OC version of this fic. If you would like to read the Y/n version, it will be available on my Y/n masterlist page! ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

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She stepped inside and gulped. His room was kind of how she imagined it. It was wide, grand, open and nothing like hers. Pooja’s room was grand too, of course, being one of the wives of the king, but compared to the king’s room, it felt like a children's play area.

Pooja stepped forward, examining every inch of the room, her anklets making music with every step she took. But the most important question lay unanswered. Where was Bhalla? The main reason Pooja traveled halfway across the palace at one in the morning for?

Pooja crossed her arms behind her and looked around, admiring the portraits and the statues. They were portraits of him, one of his mother, and of previous kings. But none of his brother or any of his wives.

But one particular portrait caught her eyes. Or rather, the fact that it was covered up with a massive velvet cloth.

What was Bhalla hiding under there?

Pooja stepped towards the portrait, her anklets notifying every other living thing nearby of her movement but right as she reached for the velvet cloth, the sound of a voice made her stomach drop.

“Here.” Said low, breathy voice. Pooja flinched, instantly drawing her hand away from the covered portrait and span around to face the source of the voice. What she saw made Pooja’s heart jump and her stomach summersault.

On his mighty grand bed, lay Bhalladeva.

The king.

The warrior.

The ruler.

Her husband.

Like his voice, Bhallaladeva was breathing heavily and fast, reaching an arm out for Pooja who was unsure of what to do.

Upon stepping closer to him, Pooja began getting worried. Bhalla’s face was covered in tiny droplets of sweat, his breathing was heavy and his chest rose and fell at an alarming rate.

Pooja gasped at the helpless form of the king and brought her hands to her lips.

“Your- Your Majesty-!” Pooja began, unsure of what to call him. Pooja’s use of ‘Your Majesty caused a tiny flinch to escape Bhalla’s body.

Should she acknowledge their marriage and the sacred thread tied around her neck by Bhalla and call him ‘Bhalla’?

Or was was more fitting to call him ‘Bhallaladeva’ to please his massive ego and not seem overly friendly?

Or was she supposed to be his quiet submissive wife and refer to him as his majesty?

Pooja gulped and quickly looked around while Bhalla continued breathing rapidly in a feverish way.

“Don’t- Don’t worry Your Majesty! I’ll-” With the way Bhalla flinched as she called him ‘Your Majesty’, Pooja was internally face-palming herself. Pooja hated how she kept stumbling over her words.

Way to make a great first impression, she thought as she slowly began panicking.

Pooja noticed how Bhalla could barely keep his eyes open as they kept drooping and he struggled to breath normally.

“I’ll call a healer-!” Just as Pooja turned around to sprint away to fetch a healer, Bhalla’s voice stopped her yet once again.

“No-!” He said. Pooja couldn’t tell if he was shouting or simply in pain because the moment she turned around, she saw him painfully clutching his heart while he winced in pain.

“But-”

“No. I don’t need a physician right now.” Bhalla said, his pain starting to worsen as he raked his fingers through his dark curly locks. Pooja gulped, unconvinced but not willing to disobey his Majesty’s orders.

“Then… Why was I summoned here, Your majesty?”

Bhalla pat the empty space next to him on the bed, confusing Pooja.

What did he want her to do? Clean the bed sheets? Dust it? Was the dust causing him to go all haywire like this?

Pooja, still confused, awkwardly moved towards the king and bent down. She looked at the king, who looked back at her before she looked down at the spot when he was patting.

Pooja began patting and sweeping aswell with her hand, brushing the non-existenct specks of dust off the edge of the bed, confidently.

When she finished, she looked at the king, hoping to see an impressed face at her brillinat cleaning abilities, only to be met with a confused look from the king.

“What’re you doing?” Bhalla croaked out.

“I was dusting.” Pooja replied, impressively. Bhalla’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“...Why?” Bhalla said, after a slow moment of consideration, seemingly forgetting his pain in the confusion.

“Because… Well, because Your Majesty-” Bhalla flinched ever so slightly as Pooja referred to him as ‘Your Majesty’, “-asked me to.” Pooja said, in a matter-of-fact tone, leaving Bhalla speechless. Bhalla’s lack of words left Pooja worried out of her mind.

Had she not cleaned enough? Or did she do it wrong?

Pooja was practically losing her mind over what Bhalla would do to her if she acted incorrectly.

Would he kill her? Posion her? Torutre her? Publically behead her?

Thoughts like those ran through Pooja’s mind and each thought was more treacherous than the one before. In the flurry of worry, Pooja stood up suddenly, knocking over a golden water goblet in the process and panicked further at the noise it made.

Bhalla was undisturbed by the goblet, he genuinely couldn’t care less about it. Instead, his energy was taken upp by a small smile gracing his lips at Pooja’s antics. The sound og the falling goblet masked the tiny chuckle that escaped Bhalla’s lips.

Suddenly, as if catching himself in a horrid act, Bhalla quickly wiped his smile right off, and replaced it with a simple calm face.

Pooja looked at the fallen ghoblet and back at Bhalla, misreading his calmness for anger.

“M-Maybe it would be best if I fetched a physician and left Your Majesty alone-” Pooja kept stumbling over her words, her voice clearly laced with tension and fear, and when she turned around suddenly, Bhalla’s voice stopped her once more.

“No.” He didn’t shout this time, he was calm as if suppressing his quick breath and his heavy voice. As if he was actually trying to be soft with her. As if she was a fragile little bird that he didn’t want to harm.

Pooja stopped and looked over at him, he was patting the empty spot next to him again.

“I meant stay with me,” He said, and under his moustach, Pooja failed to spot the tiniest and almost invisible smile curling at the corner of his lips, “Not- Not dust the bed,”

“Ohhh,” Pooja said, nodding her head slowly in understanding. She slowly and cautiously advanding towards the king and carefully sat next to his flat body.

“Stay with me.” Bhalla said, softly, allowing himself to close his eyes and he turned his head to feel Pooja’s touch through the fabric of her voni. “Just for a while…”

Pooja stiffened, having never expected something like this from the king. Bhalla’s voice made Pooja think it almost sounded like love, but she shook the thought off quickly. She remembered the words of the other wives.

Bhalla is incapable of love. Giving it or receiving it.

This wasn’t love, Pooja told herself, when another question popped up.

What happened to the king?

And another one.

Why did he need her to stay with him?

And another one, the one Pooja was most curious about.

Why her?

The answer to that question seemed simple. He wanted to see his latest wife, so he could cross it off on his to-do list and not bother about her ever again till her funeral. That was the only possible reason… Right?

Something in the back of Pooja’s mind told her that it wasn’t. Her curiosity getting a hold of her, Pooja gulped and let her first question out.

“Are- Are you okay?” Pooja mentally face-palmed at the way this question was phrased.

It seemed too formal and yet informal at the same time. How was that even possible!?

“Now I am,” Bhalla said, his voice musch less breathy like before, his chest raising and falling at a normal pace rather than rapidly like before. “Stay with me.” Bhalla’s soft voice and calm demenor, contrary to his previous aura, surprised Pooja.

It took her a few minutes to realise she was there to calm Bhalla down, but she was unsure how. She could just sit there like he said, till he fell asleep, but no.

Pooja could tell that Bhalla was still agitated, sure not as much as he was when she walked in, but he was still breathing pretty heavy and sweating like crazy.

Pooja looked around the room to see if there was anything she could use to help Bhalla and with each little thing she saw, the easier this task became. Now came time for execution.

Pooja looked down at her soft voni and without a second thought, ripped a large piece off.

She picked up the fallen goblet, filled it with water from the vase on the bed side table and dipped the ripped section of the voni into the water.

She gave it a good dunk, pulled it out and squeed the excess water out before she folded it up neatly and looked over at Bhalla. With a gulp and hesitant shaky hands, she wiped the sweat off his face with the cloth.

Bhalla practically melted into Pooja’s voni as he let out a sigh of relief as the cold water caressed his skin. Pooja gave the voni another dunk, squeezed it one more time and wiped only the top of Bhalla’s chest before she gave it one last dunk, squeezed and folded it and placed it on his forehead.

Carefully lifting herself off the bed, Pooja sprinted towards the nearest widow and with a great push, she opened it, letting the cool breeze open to cool Bhalla down. The rust on the windows told her that they hadn’t been opened in a long time.

Pooja ran back to Bhalla, who had stopped sweating but was still squirming around in unease. Pooja looked around to see if there was anything she could do to stop that and put an end to his uneasiness, till she came to a conclusion that there was only one thing she could do.

Show him a motherly kind of love.

Sure, Pooja was told that Bhalla couldn’t feel love, or so she thought, but it was worth a try. She sat back down, and after careful consideration, ran her fingers through Bhalla’s raven dark locks until she had a hold of his head. She scooped his head up and placed it on her lap.

Bhalla opened his eyes slightly to see what Pooja was doing, but when he heard her voice the very next second, he closed his eyes. Pooja closed her eyes and started humming a tune.

A tune that her mother sang to her as a kis. A tune that every mother likely sang to their kids. Pooja brushed Bhalla’s hair back and off his faceand remembered a lullaby.

“Lali, Lali, Lali Lali.” Pooja began, her nervous voice nowhere in sight, now replaced by a soft sing-song voice, “Vatapatrasayiki Varahala lali,” Bhalla closed his eyes fully now, his chest’s constantly movement slowling down with every word Pooja sang. “Rajivanetruniki ratanala lali.” Bhalla’s previously tense body softened down instantly like hard butter melting in the hot sun. “Lali, Lali, Lali, Lali,” Pooja carresed the side of Bhalla’s face as she sang the lullaby, his conciousness slowly drifting away with every verse she sang as he eventually returned to a peaceful slumber.

When Bhalla had fully gone back to sleep, Pooja carefully picked his head up, dragged over a pillow and gently placed him down. She saw his silk sheets flayed all over the bed and pulled them up before tucking him in as if he was just an innocnet little child, rather than the feared, ruthless leader of Mahismati.

When Bhalla was tucked in and peacefully sleeping away, Pooja looked down at his features and wondered what she was supposed to do now? Kiss him on the forehead and leave?

Maybe it was a bit too soon, she thought, considering this was the first time they even spoke to each other. But then again, she thought, she was his wife, and as a wife, kissing isn’t something to be neglected.

Impulsively, Pooja bent her head down and pecked Bhalla on the forehead before bringing her nails to her lips in shyness and spriting out of the room. Even if Bhalla was not fond of kisses, he wouldn’t know, he was asleep, Pooja told herself.

She carefully shut the doors to the room close to not wake him up and trotted off to her very own room, practically prancing, dancing, and skipping as she went, her excitement lighting up the cold dark hallways.

When Bhalla heard the doors to his room close shut, she slowly peeled his eyes open and looked up at the ceiling. Despite the windows being open and Pooja’s damp voni on his forehead, Bhalla’s face burnt like fire as he grazed his finger over the spot Pooja had kissed him.

Pooja hummed the tune of the lullaby to herself as she skipped through the hallways, her stomach unable to stay at ease with the butterflies eurpting through them.

Today was a good day, she thought, a productive one. She had talked to the king- or rather, her husband, for the first time. She sang him a lullaby and tucked him into bed.

Sometimes the simplest answers give the most effective results.

She even figured out what she would need to do from now one if she was ever called back.

Take his head into her lap, sing to him, calm him down and tuck him into bed.

Simple.

Though it seemed very unlikely that she would ever be called back.

But the voices of the other wives came into Pooja’s mind. The king never spoke to any of his wives unless it’s extremely important. He has no business with them and even if he does, he always only sends a servant.

This thought caused Pooja to stop and think.

True.

Why did the king need her if he never talked to his wives?

This unanswered questions left Pooja thinking about all the other unanswered questions.

Such as why was he the way he was when Pooja first entered the room?

Was it a medical condition?

Or was it the result of traumatic events in his past?

And if so, what exactly was that traumatic past?

Why did Bhalla need someone her to calm him down?

Why not one of his more experienced wives who knew more about him than she did?

And the most curious.

What lay behind the velvet cloth?

What was it a portrait of?

Or rather, who was it of?

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 》 @vijayasena

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[ramcharantitties]

Raghuvan, Teri raah nihaare

Chapter 9

Ram's head pounded as if someone hit a cricket ball on his forehead. The sunlight was unbearable, and the soft morning wind kissed his cheeks. He felt his bed under his palm, unable to open his large brown eyes. A bed, he thought. Who's bed? Babai wouldn't have taken him back. Was it Sita's bed? He peeked his eyes open, just to be met by the wooden window of his room. His own bed. How did he come here? Where was he last? Ram remembered leaving Sita's place, making his way to the liquor store. That's the place for people who have nowhere left to go. Someone must have dropped him by then. He must thank them.

His unconscious train of thoughts was interrupted by a loud cracking of laughter. Women, laughing. He sat up to see the door frame of his room wrapped in marigold. Did he miss something?

Ram peaked over the balcony railing to look down by the hall, only to find Adikavya's parents and Babai having tea. His heart fell. Was the marriage not broken? Running his hand through his hair, Ram made his way back in the room. The wind of the window brought the sweet noises from sita Mahal. Oh how dearly he missed being there. But the dreams and pleasures are only limited in this world. Ram sighed, as if the faraway walls of the palace would give him a glimpse of Sita.

Jangu appeared behind him, a tray with a cup of tea on it. "Sita came last night" Ram's hand stopped in the track. Before another second passed by, Ram placed the tray on the table and pulled jangu on a chair. "When? Where was I? Did she come to meet me? What was she doing here?"

"She came to talk to Babai. You were passed out in Adi Didi's storage room. Adi didi and sita must have talked for a while, because they both left when I brought you back home. Sita asked Babai to get you married to Adi Didi. Babai and adi Didi's family had a long talk before coming to the conclusion. It's your engagement tonight".

Ram had a hard time processing that. His pounding head felt heavier. "I was in Adikavya's storage room?" Ram looked at Jangu. The innocent face nodded. "I dragged you back home last night. You were out cold."

Ram slumped back in his chair. There it is, the inevitable moment. Jangu got up to leave, when he abruptly stopped in his tracks and looked back at Ram. "She is pretty, even at midnight, she looked so beautiful and different". Ram's heart hammered in his chest. He closed his eyes, gulping down all the emotions bottled in.

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It was like a swift rain. Everything at sita Mahal went back to how it was before Ram came. Though it did change a few things- the girls asked if Ram would come again, as they dearly missed his stories of abroad and Sita laughed more than usual. She's been so cheery, as if she was happy for the knot. But the close ones knew, that if Sita wouldn't laugh she wouldn't be able to put a dam on her tears.

The morning was not unlikely of any other ones. Sita would wake up, bathed, did Pooja, did a few house chores, got ready, and attended her guest for the evening. But when sita was busy getting ready for her guests that evening, someone knocked on her door.

Akhtar.

Despite sending him back, Akhtar returned again. Sita thought hard, why would Adikavya's college friend come to her place? But there was no point in anything now. And if someone saw him in Sita Mahal too, he'd lose his privileges too. Sita chuckled at herself. She kept her saree down, poking the safety pin in the diwan bed.

"Haala" Sita caught the attention of the young girl "show him the back entrance".

Haala was unsure how to feel. She knew well that a whore can't be a daughter in law, but Sita deserved it. Sita deserved Ram. Haala was sure about one thing though, that if Sita wouldn't have put a restriction on Ram, Ram would have eloped with Sita by now.

Akhtar saw the blank face of Haala. Wordlessly, he followed her.

Sita sat by the ganga, drinking from the canister. Akhtar clasped his hands close to himself.

"I-"

"Cut the crap" Sita's eyes didn't leave the silent waves reflecting sunlight.

"Why did you ask Babai to let them get married"

"I wanted his happiness"

"what about her?"

"she'll be happy too"

"how do you know?"

"why are you here" sita peered up.

"don't you deserve happiness?"

"I'd get it when life wants to bless me with it"

"it did and you placed it in an old man's hand" Akhtar sat down next to her.

Sita smiled.

"It's obvious how much Ram and you love each other"

"How are you even involved in this..love triangle?"

Akhtar chuckled "this is not a love triangle. Adikavya and Ram have nothing towards each other. And I do. And I know it won't be possible, so I'm asking you to at least let her have her part of happiness".

Sita intently stared at Akhtar. "Nothing can be done now" she muttered.

"Then there's that. If that's what the universe wants. But if there is at least a single chance that you and Ram can be together, you are going to regret it for your life. You will see his face in every man you encounter and no one will be enough like he was. You are going to think about him when you won't be thinking about anything, and you are going to find everything in the world that is even remotely close to him. His emotions, name, its meaning, his interests and his choices. The only thing you will lose from his choice will be only you".

Sita gaped at him, blankly, her heart sinking to the bottom of the river. The only noises audible was chatter at the back of her place and swooshes of ganga.

"And I know that because I already do it. I already regret not letting her know, not supporting her decisions and not being there carrying all the weight. Just thinking about it isn't enough, Sita."

The way Akhtar called her name sent chills up her spine. She couldn't take whatever he said, keeping her hand on the staircase to stabilize herself. Akhtar didn't care. If he ever got over blaming himself, he only has one more person to blame. He left in a motion, unseen and unfavorable to Sita.

Sita didn't sit in the court that night.

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[triviareads]

ARC Review of Marriage and Masti by Nisha Sharma

Rating: 4/5 Heat Level: 3.5/5 Pub Date: August 27th

Premise:

A Twelfth Night-inspired romcom; Veera Mathur drunkenly marries her friend and crush Deepak Datta, and they agree to stay married as platonic friends until they meet their respective career goals.

My review:

Nisha Sharma finished her If Shakespeare Were An Auntie series strong with a friends-to-lovers romance done RIGHT. It has the perfect amount of pining and angst without veering into pathetic territory, and the way Deepak and Veera's romance develops post-marriage feels so natural and QUITE swoony.

Veera's in a bad place after being forced out of her family business by her own dad before they merge with Deepak's company. She's aimless and trying to raise capital with her twin sister for their next venture when she's yacht-wrecked in Goa. Enter Deepak, who was juuuuust dumped by his influencer fiancée via "get-ready-with-me" video (I did laugh; THERE'S your "com" in the romcom) and he rescues Veera, except they have a few too many and wake up married the next morning.

Here's the thing: Veera and Deepak have a history. Their friend groups merged a couple years back and they really hit it off, something we see via flashback text message conversations (similar to Tastes Like Shakkar which I loved), and you really see how Veera developed feelings for Deepak, as well as her hurt when she found out Deepak was engaged to someone else without telling her. Somewhere along the way, probably after his engagement, Deepak realizes he has feelings for Veera too and he takes the opportunity to play the long game after their accidental marriage. I like how neither Deepak nor Veera are in a place where they're like, super tragic about their love being unrequited which is how a lot of friends-to-lovers romances don't end up working for me. They never take it out on the other person, and though Veera especially hesitates even after they have sex and Deepak has kind of made his feelings known, it doesn't feel contrived.

I think Indian weddings are seen both in India and abroad as this enormous to-do (if recent events are any indication) and sort of the be-all-end-all, but there is so much more to a marriage than the wedding. And because Veera and Deepak basically elope, we don't get the wedding and instead, we see all these lovely, meaningful post-marriage Indian (specifically Hindu-Punjabi) traditions like the Aunties blessing their home and the Grihapravesha pooja to welcome Veera to Deepak's family home. And some of these moments are so so romantic— I DIED when Deepak pleats Veera's dupatta and helps her with her baliyan earrings before their wedding reception, and the way they observe, but also subvert the patriarchal tradition of Karva Chauth (where married women fast for their husband's well-being) in such a sweet way.

A couple other things worth noting— there is a lot of boardroom drama; the plot is centered around Deepak getting enough votes to become CEO, and Veera finding closure and moving forward after being shunted out of her family's company by her own dad. And a part of that, interestingly, is going no-contact with a family member, something that is still looked down upon in =South Asian communities, but I appreciate the nuanced way it was handled in this book, and by the end, you can see Veera is 100% valid for doing what she does. I also liked how the story deals with Veera feeling like the odd one out after both her friends coupled off which is very relatable.

The sex:

Deepak has strong "don't worry baby I'll take care of you" energy and I have to say, I'm a fan. It starts off strong with a sleepy sex moment (HOT; I love when two characters are just too exhausted to not give into their impulses), but my favorite scene is definitely before their belated wedding reception, and Veera is feeling anxious so she asks for "stress relief"— Obviously Deepak is more than happy to oblige, and there are so many details I loved, like the chime of her anklets against his back, and the way her lehenga is half off and exposing her partially. Again, Nisha Sharma is doing the most to eroticize Indian clothes and jewelry and I'm HERE for it.

There's also this mild brat/bossy dynamic which kind of peaks when Veera and Deepak go all the way the first time. It was surprising in a good way, and I just wish Nisha had expanded on it some more.

Overall:

Look, it's hard to find South Asian romances with this level of heat (and believe me, I've looked) and Nisha Sharma did a great job of interweaving the romance and culture in a really lovely way that I'd recommend to anyone looking for a romcom-esque romance novel.

Thank you to Avon Books and NetGalley for the advanced copy in exchange for my honest review.

[arshisrabbave]

IPKKND: Anjali’s perfect man

“Anjali deserved to find the true love”, “Wish Anjali ended up with someone better”, “Anjali should’ve found someone”. These are few of the things that most of the Ipk fans say and honestly Anjali finding true love, the man that actually deserved her love would’ve been great but, under one circumstance. That is if show had few years leap in the end.

If makers had shown few years leap in the last episode then seeing Anjali with the man she always deserved would’ve been great, but the show didn’t have any leap and I am glad that Anjali didn’t end up with anyone.

Now don’t get me wrong! I love Anjali and she deserves all the happiness, all the moons and stars. However, showing Anjali finding another man would’ve been completely unrealistic

As we all know that Anjali’s first marriage broke, after her parents died the guy she was supposed to get married to left her at the alter and for ten years no one was ready to accept her. Ten years later comes Shyam Manohar Jha in the picture, after facing rejection from everyone for ten years he finally accepts her.

But Alas! He’s only there for her money and wealth, he doesn’t care about her or her family. Unfortunately she doesn’t know that, even though he shows constant red flags like missing anniversary party, fleeing away, lying to her about him being in another city when he was literally living in Khushi’s place, etc she was blind towards it all.

Shyam was good with his words, he was very manipulative (no wonder he’s a lawyer!) and Anjali who always had a sensitive and fragile heart got easily manipulated and trapped in his plan constantly. She put him on the pedestal, she had blind faith on him, not to mention even most of her pooja path, fastings were for him, she was even superstitious when it came to him.

When Khushi revealed about Shyam the very first time, everyone believed her except Anjali. Anjali wasn’t ready to see or accept the fact that her Shyam ji is actually not who she thinks he is. I like to believe that when Arnav stepped up and showed that even he thinks Shyam is guilty somewhere in her heart she believed it to be true but the devoted part of herself that she had for Shyam wasn’t ready to see the truth.

She went against everyone for him, even against her Chote and Khushi ji, she completely isolated herself, stopped eating properly, she would ask Arnav to return Shyam to her. Heck! She even tried aborting her own baby as Shyam was thrown out of Shantivan.

Later when Shyam comes back in Shantivan during Arshi’s 2nd marriage the only reason other family is tolerating him because Anjali felt better seeing him as she was miserable after her miscarriage. That’s irony considering how he was the reason she had miscarriage in the first place (That man truly disgusts me)

Even the day when she found out the truth about Shyam just before the moment he was her perfect husband, her beloved Shyam ji.

So, you see how deeply and emotionally she had trauma bonded with him. Finding out that Shyam is not the guy she thought he was, definitely was difficult for her to process. Although they showed her moving on quickly and easily I refuse to believe that it didn’t affect her in any way. Maybe they didn’t dive deep into it as show was coming towards its end, but if that wasn’t the case then they most probably would’ve shown her processing the emotional trauma that she got.

Just like Arnav, Anjali also had PTSD most likely but we don’t see it on the surface as her way of grieving and dealing with her trauma was different than his. But after she could see Shyam behind the mask I feel like her repressed PTSD started affecting her as well.

It’s easy to say that she should’ve found another man but at the same time it’s also hard to overlook the things she most likely went through after coming out of an emotionally abusive relationship.

Anjali already had abandonment issues which surely got worse after Shyam was exposed and not to mention now she even surely developed trust issues. I personally think that if Anjali would’ve dated another man after Shyam it would’ve been very unrealistic and also kind of triggering to those people who have been victim of Emotionally abused relationships in reality, even though it’s just a fiction IPKKND has had many cliche breaking moment and it showed many things that we normally don’t see in an itv show, showing Anjali moving on so quick would’ve ruined the unique story telling style of the show, atleast for me.

However, I do wish even during the Sheetal and Mrs India track they showed Anjali going for a therapy

[tsupertsundere]

HELLOO. i see you reblog a lot of hindi cinema!! i would love to watch more of it, what are your top 10 favorites?

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this might be my favorite thing I've received in my inbox.

wh I well I wh how could I possibly refuse hee hee hee hee

limiting this to hindi cinema helps!! or so I thought, before I went through several rounds of intense interrogation and several scribbled pages of notes and realized this just outs me as a baby shah rukh khan stan, which I am. I resisted every impulse to try to make the list broad and varied and kept only repeating 'what are your FAVORITES, what are your FAVORITES' and even then narrowing everything down was really painful... I feel like I've watched very many but then not very many at all.

There are another half-dozen more I had to cut with great anguish (Paheli, Ram-Jaane, the Don films) OMG EDITED TO FINISH MY FRIGGIN SENTENCE: BUT I PRESENT TO YOU AND TO ALL: VI TSUPERTSUNDERE'S TOP TEN:

Mohabbatein ("Love Stories", dir Aditya Chopra, 2000)

A young men's college ruled by a headmaster who disdains love--can one music teacher help three love stories grow, and let love tower above all? ✫ My first hindi film. Still can't think of a better introduction. Truly has it all. My favorite ghost story also!! ✧ Standout number: the three ingenues have an incredible dance sequence - it's the emotional climax of the film for me.

Kaho Naa... Pyaar Hai ("Say You Love Me", dir Rakesh Roshan, 2000)

When Rohit, an aspiring musician, meets Saxena, a rich bussinessman's daughter, his dreams of stardom glimmer right within his reach. Life has other plans. ✩ Hrithik Roshan's debut - and what a debut! My first introduction to a beloved facet of hindi cinema - double roles!! ✫ Standout number: The number that takes place in Cafe Indiana, Ek Pal Ka Jeena, accurately conveys how it felt like to go to a Rainforest Cafe when I was very young. Truly thrilling!

Muhjse Dosti Karoge! ("Will You Be My Friend!", dir Kunal Kohli, 2002)

Childhood friends Raj, Tina, and Pooja are caught in a classic love triangle - Pooja loves Raj, but he only has eyes for Tina. When he moves away, Pooja poses as Tina as they email back and forth and their friendship blossoms long-distance. A decision made in childhood brings problems to Pooja's doorstep - as they all graduate high school and become adults, Raj returns home... ✧ Rani Mukherjee and Kareena Kapoor are the real MVPs here - shining stars in every movie they're in. ✩ Standout Sequence: The medley, seen above, brought me to my fucking feet when we first watched it. The characters diagetically are singing these popular songs for each other at a wedding celebrations - each song's lyrics weave in and apply on multiple levels, depending on who knows what and what they mean, up to and including Hrithik Roshan reprising Kaho Naa Pyaar Hai! Genuinely one of my favorite sequences I've seen period on film, if I could ever put together anything half as layered I'd be patting myself on the back forever.

Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham... ("Through Smiles and Through Tears", dir Karan Johar, 2001)

The wealthy Raichand family splits in half when elder son Rahul falls in love with a lower-caste girl and marries her - younger son Rohit watches his beloved brother disappear to England and the light in his home wither away. When he becomes an adult, he's determined to find his brother and unite them all again. ✫ These three fuckers as a dad and two sons just make a fascinating family together, let alone the kind of heavy hitting talent you get from Jaya Bachchan (indeed married to Amitji) and of course Kajol my beloved Kajol most of all. 'It's All About Loving Your Parents' is a much much much... much harder sell than I'm prepared to give - at the very least, it's all the drama I can watch in. ✫ Standout Sequence: Bole Chudiyan above is so much fun, of course, but Say Shava Shava is also a really great 'here's how fun things are when things are GOOD' establishing song. When Amitji says 'EVERYBODY' he is not asking!!

Those four films are a truncated highlight reel of the 8 or so films I like watching around the holidays!! They work really well together and I associate them with each other a lot.

Darr ("Fear", dir Yash Chopra, 1993)

Kiran Awasthi has a freshly minted college degree, a bus ticket home, a beloved boyfriend in the Navy... and a stalker. A young woman is slowly driven mad by a ruthless specter who will stop at nothing to be by her side. As she and her boyfriend escalate... so does he. ✧ Truly breathtaking. A breakout role for SRK, another hit cementing Juhi Chawla my fucking beloved Juhi Chawla as the OG expression queen. My favorite horror film. Rahul Mehra deserves to be in Dead By Daylight so he can fight Leon in a twink off. Simply the bloodiest there is. My Halloween costume next year. ✩ Standout sequence: Any time Juhi Chawla is on screen and I'm not kidding.

Chaahat ("Desire", dir Mahesh Bhatt, 1996)

When the father of a father-and-son comedy duo gets sick, his son, Roop, would do anything to secure the money he needs to restore his father's health. So when he catches the eye of a wealthy club owner's sister, he can't say no, no matter how much her desire consumes... ✫ Diametric opposite of Darr, now Shah Rukh Khan is the target!! As a carnivore girl lover I can't not adore it. ✧ Standout sequence: Chaahat Na Hoti, pictured above. This was the frame that made me sit up and go 'oh I have to... I gotta watch this movie right now. Right now.' And I was so right.

Phir Bhi Dil Hai Hindustani ("Yet, I Have the Heart of an Indian", dir Aziz Mirza, 2000)

Ajay Bakshi is a hotheaded, loudmouthed reporter - a rival media network hires his counterpart and superior, Ria Bannerjee, to try to take him down. ✫ A gag-a-minute comedy with more gumflaps than brains, just like our lead. Juhi is heaven in this. I can only describe this as 'I think this is what the guy from American Psycho THOUGHT was going on.' Was a flop - came out right after Kaho Na... Pyaar Hai and couldn't compete - but it hits the zany button like nothing else. ✧ Standout sequence: The inventiveness of the sets in pretty much every song is my favorite. CONTENT WARNING: There is an awful anti-Chinese gag sequence at about the middle of the film. The two leads pose as Chinese reporters to get into somewhere, and it's just wall to wall racial caricatures. I hit that ff button through it myself, a truly unpleasant marring in an otherwise goofy-ass romp.

Chak de! India ("Let's go! India", dir Shimit Amin, 2007)

Can a disgraced former field hockey star turn 16 proud, contentious players from all over the country into one unified team as their coach? Can each young woman play her all on the field - for herself and for her team? ✩ A sports anime fit into one film, I wish it were several seasons long. Each girl is spectacular and is a joy to watch!! ✫ Standout Sequence: The character work is where this one shines. Bindiya Naik is my personal favorite (and not just because the instant I saw her performance I went 'omg, she's playing my OC almost exactly. I'd cast her in a heartbeat!)

Fan (dir Maneesh Sharma, 2016)

Aryan Khanna is the King of Bollywood. Gaurav Chandna is almost him, but not quite - knows everything about him by heart, uses him as the light in his life, and Gaurav even looks just enough like him to boot. All Gaurav wants is five minutes of his time. Just five minutes... ✩ Eminem's 'Stan' as a feature length thriller that literally no one else could make. I can only quote this letterboxd review, because it's right: "even if there was another celebrity who could pull off tearing himself open to splash his own imposter syndrome onscreen, they wouldn't dare try...happy birthday to the only actor good enough to make his fans sympathize with his own stalker". I was SO upset to learn that this flopped. ✫ Standout Sequences: the practical and special effects used to differentiate SRK's two roles bar none some of the best I've experienced - uncanny valley is real here, and half of the horror is the ALMOST. but not quite.

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While I followed a loose, non-ranking order for the preceding nine entries, I had to save the only possible film for number one:

Om Shanti Om (dir Farah Khan, 2007)

"30 years ago," irrepressible junior artist Om Prakash Makhija has only one dream grander than making it big in the film industry - to get a chance to act alongside his greatest inspiration, superstar Shanti. His wish comes true, but, well... some dreams, one lifetime is not enough... ✫ THE BEST MOVIE THAT EXISTS. THE BEST MOVIE THAT DOESN'T EXISTS. Don't believe me? Let these ladies convince you - when I learned that somehow The Coolest And Most Sparkling theater troupe on the face of the planet staged a production of this I literally got so lightheaded I couldn't see for a second. This movie came out when I was thirteen - if I had seen it then I think it would have made a huge difference. As it was, I saw it at the second most perfect time: when I was/am also a 30 year old irrepressible junior goofball, just like Om. Farah Khan is one of my favorite directors for certain. A film about the hindi film industry, I place it last also because the more faces you recognize, songs you can pick out, movie references you can catch, the better - and it's incredible even still. ✧ Standout sequence: I can't say the whole movie (... minus Deewangi Deewangi it's the Yakuza 4 of this movie) can I??? Let me just say - long story short, Farah Khan got the idea for this film when Andrew Lloyd Weber had her to choreography for his stage show, Bollywood Dreams. She thought the plot, a poor junior artist becoming a big Bollywood star, was eye-rollingly unrealistic. She could do better, she thought... and that idea eventually became Om Shanti Om. The climax is her proving she could do Phantom of the Opera better than him, too!!

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And, if you'll indulge me... in thanks for giving me a really fun thing to do today, I have one more film: one that I think you would like, based off of the vibes of the journal entries I got to read!

Veer-Zaara (dir Yash Chopra, 2004)

An Indian pilot and the daughter of a Pakistani politician fall in love, but are wrenched apart when the pilot is imprisoned on false charges. He languishes 22 years in prison, never saying a word, until a young Pakistani lawyer is assigned his case and she is determined to see him freed... ✧ Certified Mom Movie and is an absolute banger. When I thought 'who would be a character who I could see Estelle looking forward to meeting for lunch', Rani Mukherjee's lawyer was right at the top of the list. ✫ Standout Sequence: My personal favorite, Main Yahaan Hoon, is the song linked above. It drives me Insane absolutely Insane - this depicts 'they're not in the room but they're the only thing on your mind' in a way seldom more effective!

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omg NOW I'm done for eel. This was a terrific exercise in tilling the soil in my brain - I'm really inspired by the all visual direction, the colors and depths, the sensibilities in general exemplified by the movies here, and hope to one day reflect it in my own work! I have to make the Yash Raj reshade shaders I want to see in the world.

Please don't hesitate to drop me a line about anything you find interesting here, other movies you've seen, or anything else! Genuinely truly always love getting to see your work. Thank you for reading!

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Hey guys! This is my collab with the awesome @nspwriteups - modern, corporate AU! KunxVT

Sudden Sparks✨✨

It was just another day at the Chola corp. household.

They were a successful family run MNC with interests in a wide range of sectors like agriculture, industries, hospitality etc

Kriti's dad Sundar, the CEO, was feeling his age of late and really looked forward to that retirement mansion in the Seychelles-and she agrees. Her mom Vani was the perfect chaebol wife, keeping up social connections and coordinating the multiple companies.

Kriti and her dad’s best friend Anirudh – the chief legal advisor- have been running the show for the last few years.

She was truly appa’s pride, surpassing him in all aspects. It grieved him greatly that his great-grandfather, the founder, had willed the ownership only to sons in order of age.

Her hothead big bro Aditya made their dad age rapidly, as he was a mess through his teens and 20s- oscillating between therapy and overdrinking. His stubbornly insisted on marrying a regular girl Nandini- who oddly resembled his own ex. Huh! Like father like son

Girls like that just won’t fit in our circle, they all thought. Kriti and her great aunt Seema all disapproved and tried to bribe her away. But the young couple stood firm even through separation. Sundar gently explained his doubts to his son, who cockily returned with a DNA test proving his concern false.

Aditya became the chief of mergers and acquisitions, knowing a good takeover when he sees one. Nandini proved to be just as capable as herself (although she’d never say it aloud), smartly planning the legal aspects of her husband’s activities. Nothing gave the couple more joy than sleuthing and negotiating hard bargains, even with the most hostile businesspeople.

However, it is her darling boy Arun who is the all time favourite. Everyone from the janitor to the executive board loves him.

He started off as a cute intern, now he’s their PR face. Journalists flock to just see him smile. He’s been seeing Vinita, the junior at R&D in an office romance that’s the company’s worst kept secret. She rolled her eyes at her fastidious little brother. He was first very stiff with Vinita, the niece of their South zone president, because everyone wanted to get the two heirs together. He slowly fell for her, but tried very hard to hide it – much to kriti’s amusement. The longer than necessary waiting by the coffee machine, the abnormally frequent dropping of papers ( only for the other to come running for ‘help’) fooled no one, she chucked.

She laid back in the plush orange recliner in her living room. Her apartment was well decorated although she lived alone. Her brother and Anni lived in the floor above with their daughter, Kriti jr. Yes Kriti’s ego was greatly flattered by her namesake niece and she became nicer to her sister in law due to it.

Her brother lived in a cottage next door, with a large courtyard and her parents lived in a mansion next door to their company HQ

They had their usual Friday night entertainments. All except Kriti. She’d have occasional movie nights with Vinita and her other mates, poojas with seema paati and family birthday dinners.

She was happy to be the hustler for her family. She loved being swept by complex problems and solving them. She took pride in being their ‘brains’, not once regretting her cold demeanor or workaholic attitude.

Lately though, seeing her brothers' relationships left a pang in her stomach. Cousin Sandeep too was seeing Pooja, their coordinator for offshore branches.

Kriti blankly stared at the ceiling she’d seen a million times before. Smooth peach walls, a bronze ceiling fan and wall moulding on all sides. Her laptop glared, asking her to get back to work before the Monday noon deadline. Uncle Anirudh won’t like me slacking, she sighed and sat up. The IT girl of Chola corp can’t disappoint!

She began reading through the document sent by the budget team, noting where to edit or add comments. It was pretty linear, except this time some reps of their rival was out scouting start ups and releasing bad predictions for Chola’s next quarterly.

Enthusiastic footsteps and tinkling of metal made kriti exhale and go “gosh! Again?’.

Friday nights usually meant the same for her, her older brother and nandini would usual drop off her niece as they went off on their mandatory dates. There’s no way those 2 randy creatures have been together for 2 decades now, she groaned.

Kriti was soft, everyone knew most of her

evenings were spent working and she had a huge weakness for her niece.

She would often play sitter for Kriti jr. and Timmy (Arun and vinita's dog). She was just grateful Arun didn't make her babysit Airavat, the rescue elephant he adopted!

This time though, work was getting tight. She had to sort out Chola corp 's finances while also figuring who was spreading bad predictions for their stock.

Her train of thoughts was disrupted by the doorbell ringing. She knew who the visitors were and put on the best fake smile she could when she opened the door to see her brother and sister in law with a five year old girl in Nandini's arms. "I was hoping you forgot about your Friday routine" She said in mock annoyance. "Well actually I did ask my best friend to babysit Kriti jr here since I know how much of a busybody you are" Adithya told her, pinching his daughter's cheek as he spoke while Kriti frowned. A best friend of Adithya's that she hasn't met yet? Now that's odd. "We asked him to come here so you can have an extra hand to take care of her" Nandini joined in, kissing her daughter's forehead and handing her over to Kriti who was still wondering about this mysterious "friend" who is apparently a familiar face to everyone but one she hasn't heard about at all.

"He can be trusted Kriti. Why else would I entrust the safety of my beloved sister and daughter to him?" Adithya said after seeing a look of uncertainty on Kriti's face.

After Adithya and Nandini left them, Kriti turned to her niece sitting on the couch, "So my dear sugarplum, what will we do now?" Kriti jr ran to the showcase and took out board game from the drawer. They played the game for a while, watched Tom and Jerry on the tv. Kriti looked over at the clock. It's been half an hour since she started babysitting. Where was this so called trusted friend who was supposed to give them company? She contemplated on calling up Adithya and give him a piece of her mind but then she didn't wanted to interrupt theie date night. "Best friend…Trusted indeed" She muttered "He's going to ghost me for sure"

"Ugh! Why can't I stick to one decision? Now I'll have to host a stranger" she inwardly groaned

Kriti jr looked up at her aunt "Why are you angry Aunty?" She squeaked

"How do you know I am angry?" Kriti enquired

"Because Amma says you murmur when you are upset. So I know you are angry" the little girl said as a matter of fact. Kriti laughed, how well Nandini knows her.

"I am not angry Kanne, I'm just irritated" Kriti sighed, glancing at the clock again. He looked at her niece again when she felt a tug on her kurti. "I am hungry" Kriti jr said with puppy eyes.

"Okay, let's go have dinner" Both girls made their way to the kitchen and was deciding whether to make dinner or order out when the doorbell rang again. "Yay, Kamsa Mama is here!" Saying this Kriti jr sped out of the kitchen, leaving behind a perplexed Kriti behind.

Kamsa who?

The glee in the child's eyes made her irrationally jealous

She heard her niece calling out "It's open, Mama. Come, come" and went to investigate, stopping midway to see a young man twirling her niece, laughing with her. The guy was tall, looked the same age as her and was casually dressed in denim jeans and sweatshirt. She only had a few seconds to admire his curly hair and sparkling eyes before those same eyes met with hers. He set down Kriti jr, looking at her with curiosity and suddenly Kriti felt consious of how she was looking - Not expecting him to show up, she was dressed in an old kurti with three-fourth leggings and her hair in a bun, with a few strands already escaping here and there. My God! What a first impression I am giving this guy. She thought. But then again, why am I stressing on how I look? Not like he's here to flirt with me.

The newly arrived person, walked over to her and extended his hand, still smiling wholeheartedly "So you must be this little mischief queen's godmother. Adi and Nandu can't stop talking about you" He said "Hi, I'm Vaishakh "

"Hi, I'm Kriti"

"Do you know the word Kriti means creation, a work of art?" He asked suddenly

"Yes" Kriti replied, wondering where this was going

"Art is beauty. So I don't think I have to tell you how beautiful you are, Miss Kriti" He said with a grin .

Kriti is no stranger to compliments but she would be lying if she said that pickup line wasn't good. Either he was buttering her up for coming in late or he was a natural flirt.

"Thank you" She said, not letting him give the impression that he had won her over "And if I'm not wrong, people with the name Vaishakh has a good and nice disposition"

He grinned wider "So you like giving out compliments as well. Good for you. We are going to get along just fine" He winked at her and walked towards the kitchen, with a gleeful Kriti jr following him.

Kriti let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in "This is going to be a long night" She wondered as she shut the door.

Anni- sister in law

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‘ pooja hegde, cis-female, she/hers, 30 / 300, high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems LAILAH RAO has finally made it to the capital, the SPYMASTER from WINTER COURT is said to be RESOURCEFUL and is said to describe themselves with KEEN GAZE WATCHING EVERY ONE AND EVERY THING, SNOW FALLING AGAINST GLASS WINDOWS , THE INTENSE THRUMMING BENEATH YOUR SKIN, AND FORGING YOURSELF INTO A WEAPON. and with all of this in mind their IMPULSIVE nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. ; adored by tessa

𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛

name : lailah rao

title : spymaster of the winter court

age : 30/300

species : high fae

gender, pronouns : cisfemale, she/her

marital status : single, unwed

orientation: heterosexual

affiliation : winter court

abilities : winnowing, ice manipulation, astral projections, combat skills

𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

biological father : zarek shade ( alive )

biological mother : alive

stepfather father : alive

siblings : 2 half siblings, alive

𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎

hair : dark brown

eyes : dark brown

height : 5'7

𝚙𝚢𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢

moral alignment : chaotic neutral

characteristics : charming, impulsive, resourceful, loyal, assertive, intuitive

skills / interests: painting, swords, particularly skilled in games, sparring

...𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢

you were born out of wedlock so you were what your mother calls a mistake , but you don't know this until you've hit maturity. you presumed the man your mother married was your father, but you learn later your mother simply hid the truth from you

your mother had fallen for the former spymaster of the winter court, while he was a high fae in good standing, he would not choose between the woman he loved and his duty. your mother doesn't want this life, to have her husband at the beck and call of the high ruling family , she wanted to start a life together away from the court

so when she's pregnant with you, she keeps it from your father considering his refusal to leave the court as a rejection of her, and marries a tilted man quickly to pass you as his child. it seems that does not satisfy your mother, your a constant reminder of how the man she loved picked his duty over her, abandoned her. she does not give you affections, she gives you harsh words and what then your tender young mind believes to be a form of tough love from your mother

your mother raises you to be a wife, a proper lady, to marry a titled man and drills into you constantly not be foolish. you certainly do not want to marry a stranger. you wanted much more out of your life, you wished to be what your father ( unknown to you at this time ) was to be a part of something greater, to serve your high family as an an inner circle as the spymaster. you lived along side your father for years and never knew who he was. it seems as if neither did he, and when you do learn, its too late, he has left the winter court. for a time you leave the court as well, you run off and join the army when your mother and stepfather go behind your back to arrange a marriage for you

your time in the army has taught you much, it's there you hone your abilities, and you return when you learn that the high lord of the winter court has perished. when you return, you remain in court, working hard to prove yourself to the new high ruler of the winter court, to your high lady that you would serve her exceptionally, to you there's no greater honor than following in your biological father's footsteps and serving your home

decades have gone by and you have no contact with your mother and you find no reason to after all that you've experienced at her hand. but your status as spymaster to the young high lady demetria allows you to search for your father, when you are not tied to your duty, you spend your free time searching for him

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Picta & Edits 📷

Ethan x F!MC: S - #

Sadie’s Self Care Sunday - @peonyblossom 📚📷 [extended: wip]  Sadie posts different acts of self care on Picta every Sunday.

Sandwich and a Fridge - @potionsprefect 📷 Victoria has a delicious lunch and the doctors lounge gets an upgrade.

Second Chances - @jamespotterthefirst 📱📷🦃 Their son gets in a fight at school right before Thanksgiving.

Second Impressions - @liaromancewriter  📱📷 It’s Cassie’s first day as a Junior Fellow on the Diagnostics Team. [2.1]

Self Reflections - @liaromancewriter 📸📱 Cassie's journey to finding herself after the poison attack as told through changing hairstyles.

Self-Care Date - @liaromancewriter 📷 Cassie decides to focus on herself but it soon turns into a self-care date.

Soon-To-Be Mom - @potionsprefect 📷🌸 Ethan surprises Victoria on Mother’s Day.

Soon To Be - @potionsprefect 📷 A day date leaves Victoria swooning.

Spooky Trip - @peonyblossom 📷 Ethan and Sadie go on a day trip to Salem.

Springtime - @liaromancewriter 📷 Cassie finds springtime weather in New England unpredictable.

Sugar and Spice - @liaromancewriter 📷 Cassie, Sienna and Aurora unwind after a long day by baking fruit scones.

Sweet Celebrations - @liaromancewriter📱📷 Cassie goes all in when it comes to recognizing small moments.

Technical Issues - @jerzwriter  📷Ⓜ Ethan thinks he'll have some fun with Kaycee, his only follower. Except...

Thankful - @liaromancewriter 📷🦃 Cassie spends her first Thanksgiving in Boston working a double shift, but finds small moments to be grateful for. Set in Book 1.

Thanksgiving 2023 - @genevievemd 📷🦃 Thanksgiving memory from Ethan and Gen.

The Days After the Engagement - @potionsprefect 📷 Victoria and Ethan are back home in Boston as an engaged couple.

The Final Days - @genevievemd 📷 Gen shares moments from her pregnancy on social media.

Part 1 | Part 2

The Game - @liaromancewriter  📷📱 It’s the annual Edenbrook-Mass Kenmore softball game. Cassie’s ready for revenge, but can’t stop thirsting after her boyfriend. Told through social media and text messages.

The Home Stretch - @genevievemd 📸📱 Gen is nearing the end of her pregnancy.

The Poo Life - @monsoonblooms12 📷 Pooja gets to Boston, only to be faced with an uncanny situation. With the support from family, she navigates through her first week at a new city, a best friend breakup while also going on a little tour around the city that would become her lifetime.

Chapter 3: A Journey

The Ramseys and their Fur Babies - @genevievemd 📷 Ethan and Gen with their kids and dogs.

These are some of my favorite things - @zealouscanonindeer 📷Edits of Aspen's favorite moments.

Time Together - @potionsprefect  📷 A day off means Victoria and Ethan get to spend some time together, or not.

Time With The Twins - @potionsprefect 📷 Victoria spends a day with Luke and Lily.

‘Tis the Damn Season - @genevievemd 📚📷 [extended: complete] A look into the final eight months of Ethan and Gen’s first year of marriage.

Too fast. - @zealouscanonindeer 📷 While on holiday, Aspen realises it's only been a year.. but it's enough to bring her to tears.

Too Many Clothes - @potionsprefect 📷 Victoria is sorting out her wardrobe.

Twinsies - @lsvdw-blog 📷 Serena matches with her baby boy.

Twins Outing - @potionsprefect 📷 Luke and Lily have a special day out with their parents.

Two Years Later… - @genevievemd 📸 It's been two years since their big day.

Two Hot Besties - @rookiemartin 📷 Ethan takes a photo of Angel for social media.

Vacation - @zealouscanonindeer 📷 Aspen shares pics from their vacation.

Valentine's Day - @danijimenezv   📷💘 It's Jill's (and Hunter's) birthday! This is a little something to commemorate the date, and Valentine's Day of course.

Valentine’s Day - @potionsprefect   📷💘 It’s their last Valentine’s Day before they get married.

Winter Wonderland - @trappedinfanfiction 📷 Ethan is taking Celia away on a small winter vacation.

What Happens in Vegas - @liaromancewriter  📷📱 Cassie and her friends head to Vegas for a conference, but it’s really about what happens when the lights go down. Feat. Ethan Ramsey, OH Gang

Whatever It Takes - @liaromancewriter 📱 Cassie knows becoming a doctor requires hard work, but sometimes it's too much.

Yoga Fun - @liaromancewriter 📷 Cassie is all about trying new things, until she isn’t.

102 Days of Smiles - @genevievemd   📚 📷 [series] One post a day, for 102 days, with something that made our new bride smile.

2 Weeks - @genevievemd 📸 Baby Lizzie is two weeks old today!

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SUBMIT OPEN HEART FICS & WRITERS HERE

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heeellooo, it's your girl dee again asking for plots hehe. i would really love to have new longtime writing partners! definitely in for any kind of slice of life mumu. i really love brainstorming and sharing muse posts / make pinterest boards for my muses. so expect me to bother you a lot. i write f/m & f/f and write both females or males. i really have muse for both.

some fc’s i really have muse for (to write & write against, bolded up names mean i have highly muse for): bensu soral, demet özdemir, diane guerrero, janhvi kapoor, pelin uluksar, melisa asli pamuk, aslihan malbora, kriti sanon, pooja hegde, hazal filiz küçükköşe, ahsen eroğlu, cemre baysel, ayça ayşin turan, naz sayıner, meltem akçöl, alperen duymaz, michael evans behling, kivanç tatlituğ, yusuf çim, theo james, burak çelik, kerem bursin, engin özturk

some plots i would love to do can be found under this cut!

PLOT IDEA 1: (based on NO 309): muse a is getting pressured by their parents to get married because if they get married before their cousin it means they will get the family business like their grandparents promised. whoever gets married first will own the company. muse a eventually gives in and agrees to go on a date with the other that their parents picked. muse b on the other hand is getting pressured by their mom because they just want to see them being happy and have their own little family.

muse a & muse b were supposed to meet someone else that night but muse a has the same name as the person muse b was going to meet, so they accidentally end up spending the night together & the next morning they agree to never meet again.

3 months… later muse b finds out she’s pregnant and muse a just got engaged to someone else, THE ANGST

PLOT IDEA 2: friends to LOVers, maybe one of the muses has feelings for the other and has always been so clumsy around them and is like trying not to show off but … fails

PLOT IDEA 3: a “my dad is a retired mafia and i’ve met you during my most vulnerable time and we became best friends and i’m slowly starting to have feelings for you. wait, what are you doing at my house? what did my dad just announce? is he getting back into the underground business that brought so much damage to our family in the past? did you just became my dad’s right hand man?!?!” kind of plot.

PLOT IDEA 4: this plot !!!!!!!!!

PLOT IDEA 5: always in for some forbidden love, as for example, maybe their families are rivals

PLOT IDEA 6: a non famous muse x a famous soccer player, we could make this a mumu. as for example the soccer players x their significant others. ideas can be discussed!

PLOT IDEA 7: nepo baby x non famous muse

PLOT IDEA 8: any kind of celeb plot, whether it's fake pr dating to real dating and having to separate or any other kind of other celeb plot

PLOT IDEA 9: a wealthy family and their partners mumu (such maybe like modern family idea)

i’m literally up for anything really, as i mentioned before i’d love to brainstorm and come up with more ideas as well! if you’re interested in plotting with me then lms and i will come & bother you! 😇

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“𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒓���𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑰’𝒅 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒓. "

( pooja hegde , cis-female, she/her, 30) ** ♔ announcing ADITI GHAZI , PRINCESS OF THE MUGHAL EMPIRE ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble POOJA HEGDE. it is a miracle that SHE survived the last five years and for that reason, they are AGAINST the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me of ALWAYS WANTING FOR MORE, THE RAW INSTINCT TO SURVIVE, THE FLUTTER OF A BUTTERFLY'S WING, ONLY BEING SECOND BEST .

⊰  𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 .

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. aditi ghazi 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 . 𝐚𝐠𝐞. 30 , july 1st 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. bisexual 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆. princess of the mughal empire 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 . name ghazi ( mother ) , name ghazi ( father ) , revati ghazi - older sister ( deceased ) , rivka ghazi ( younger sister ) , ishaan ghazi ( younger brother ) , name ghazi ( younger brother ) , surjan ghazi - younger brother ( deceased ) , nithya ( daughter ) 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. edith crawley ( downton abbey ), zuko ( atla ) , amy march ( little women ) , diana barry ( anne with an e )

𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔. sensitive, practical , devoted, diligent 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔.  jealous, competitive, impulsive, avoidant

⊰  𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 .

( death tw )

Since you were a child, you were always second. Second born and only ever second best. You want to be like your sister, prove that you’ll not only live up to their expectation but be better. Beyond being first. Whenever it comes to your sister, there are two vessels sitting on your heart : envy or admiration. You don’t know which one to press . you don’t need to search for a reason, it’s obvious, your older sister is smart, beautiful and kind. You can see why others adore her, love her, perhaps even more than you’ll ever do. In the end you don’t need to choose, envy and jealousy have poisoned your heart. | With every passing day, you feel yourself growing apart. You pick up one interest after another, telling yourself you can be better at something. However, all this knowledge, half-attempted skills, do not fill that hunger. when you look for that something in people. You tell yourself you’re bored. How you wish that it was true. After all amusement was so much easier to find than love. When your brother and sister died, you shed tears, sorrow but also anger staining your cheek. You cry tears of sorrow when your brother died but you’re angry at your sister. She left you, with all that anger and desperation and now she’s gone. At least you cried for her. One day you met a boy. He fills your empty heart and for once, maybe all that love that had always been reserved for your older sister, is given to you. But the story is short. You fall pregnant but you never tell him. Instead you don’t leave your chambers until the baby is born. You’ve never told anyone who the father is. He’s lives without his daughter and that daughter will never be yours. Who’d want to marry you ? and your nation needs alliances. Instead, your daughter is now your cousin . you’re not her mother and you’ll never be. 

⊰  𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

The father of her daughter : he doesn’t know about his daughter and aditi disappeared on him Best friend : maybe the only person ( besides her family ) who knows about her daughter and she can confide in !!! Friends in general : aditi is an easy person to get along with, perhaps also former friends of her sister who have become her friend but didn’t know about aditi’s ( hostile ) feelings towards her sister Betrothal ( also a wc on the main ) *inserts the description here* Enemies : i love a good enemy connection, maybe they were also former friends of her sister and noticed the way aditi acted towards her sis, or maybe they just dislike her for another reason. Or maybe they know about her daughter and try to get something from her using that information.  Someone who teaches her to paint because she is honestly bad at it but also someone who’ll tell her she’s bad at it - An unrequited love ??? Solely for the reason i love angst and suffering ( can either be her or the other who is in love ) ANYTHING TBH