#Preet

[supriyawithoutsu]

✨Jo main jaanti ki preet kare dukh hoye

Har nagar Dhindhora peetti kehti Preet na kariyo koi✨

[khetigaadi]

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दीर्घकाल के लिए सुखद ऑपरेटर कैबिन

[publictaknews]

Rakul Preet Singh on Chhatriwali: 'I don't understand what's cringe' | Bollywood

Actor Rakul Preet Singh’s latest film Chhatriwali continues to hold the top spot on Zee5 even after two weeks of its release. The film came out as a winner as it propagates about the importance of sexual health. Rakul, who carried the film on her shoulders as a small-town condom quality tester, Sanya during an interaction with Hindustan Times opened up about the film and answered some questions…

[bharatlivenewsmedia]

Hridayi Preet Jaagate: मनोहर आणि शैलजा यांच्यामध्ये नक्की कोणतं नातं?

Hridayi Preet Jaagate: मनोहर आणि शैलजा यांच्यामध्ये नक्की कोणतं नातं?

Hridayi Preet Jaagate: मनोहर आणि शैलजा यांच्यामध्ये नक्की कोणतं नातं? Hridayi Preet Jaagate: ही मालिका आता एका वेगळ्या वळणावर पोहोचली आहे. Hridayi Preet Jaagate: ही मालिका आता एका वेगळ्या वळणावर पोहोचली आहे. Go to Source

[preetrambles]

laal ishq 💌

[onboardsorasora]

Ripe cherries??????

It's my maxiel medieval omegaverse fic that's been tabled for like 6 months now but I opened the doc today🥹

“King Jos and Prince Max, your Majesty.” The self-important man bowed at the waist to another man, seated behind a desk– working. Said man stood and his richly dyed doublet caught the light coming through the high windows of the room. His face was handsome in a chiseled, rugged way and Max understood why when this trip was announced, the omega of the palace were awash with whispers of the alpha King Mark of the South.

“Jos, welcome.” Mark smiled broadly and clasped forearms with Jos who smiled equally widely. Both kingdoms served to gain from this arrangement. The South would gain a very powerful ally and the North would gain an omega princess to give their kingdom alpha heirs.

Max thought it was all silly, there was no guarantee that an omega would produce alpha children. Just because one was royal didn’t make them any more likely than a peasant. If anything, King Nico of the West would no doubt be the first to broach the topic what with his bevy of omega children. They were all lovely and no less fit to lead because of their designations. But that was an argument for a different day. Max’s purpose here was to meet, wed and bed a royal omega.

He peered around the room quietly as the Kings spoke, noting the absence of said omega. King Mark’s youngest brother, Daniel. He is said to be quite beautiful and joyful. As if reading his thoughts, Jos peaked around the room, noticing the obvious lack as well.

“Where is your brother? No doubt he will want to meet his new alpha.” Jos’ proud smile coloured his words when talking about Max.

The self-important man left the room quietly. Assumingly to fetch the wayward omega. The doors to the room opened again and a slender man walked in, his dark doublet and trousers were of the practical fabrics used by those that worked in the castle, Max recognized from their short trek through the grand halls.

Mark suppressed a sigh but he didn’t suppress the way his eyes rolled as he took in the curly head that lowered into a skillful curtsey before them. Max watched curiously, Jos’ lip turned up in a half sneer before he seemed to catch himself.

“Many apologies brother, Jetty needed help in the infirmary and I lost track of time.” The apology was demure and Max watched as Mark bit his tongue– for what reason, he didn’t understand.

“It is fine, brother. Please rise and meet King Jos and your betrothed Prince Max. Gentlemen, my brother Princess Daniel.”

The newly introduced Princess Daniel stood and Max was taken in by his gorgeously bright brown eyes. He was lithe, with messy curls that have all but escaped the comb seemingly placed for that purpose. He smiled serenely at them and Max couldn’t look away.

[exotic-indians]

[xxhorace]

Rakul Preet Singh

[sweettanya8]

[theroyalsandi]

The Princess of Wales hugs Captain Preet Chandi as they meet at Landau Forte College Derby. Preet broke the world record for the furthest unsupported solo Polar expedition last month - the Princess was Patron of the expedition. | February 8, 2023

[khetigaadi]

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[jasper-book-stash]

Deep understanding of any subject or set of facts requires active inquiry. That in turn requires asking questions. Every kind of question—searching questions, uncomfortable questions, broad questions, narrow questions, long-shot questions, repetitive questions, hypothetical questions. Many questions should be asked twice, perhaps even a third time, and rephrased each time to make sure the question was really understood and to make sure you understood the answer.

Smart questions are good; dumb questions are even better. There is no such thing as a dumb question, the saying goes, but the shorthand is useful here. So-called dumb questions are often foundational; they tend to get to the basics, to the bottom line. Dumb questions uncover superficial reasoning, reveal bad logic, and expose false experts. The world is populated, even in rarefied workplaces, with bullshit artists. People are forever using acronyms they can't expand, spouting jargon they can't translate, trafficking in concepts they don't grasp. They parrot shallow talking points and slogans and other people's recollections. When you take at face value everything said to you—even from supposed subject matter experts opining with great confidence—you are at risk of perpetuating everyone's superficial understanding of the matter at hand. There is no shame in asking basic questions, in virtually any context. In fact, it is essential to your personal understanding of any issue. Too often, people like to play in the treetops before working at the roots. That is a mistake in any job and in life generally.

I don't know the right number of questions a person should ask in any particular context. But what I do know is this: find the person in the new job who asks the fewest questions, and there's your problem. One veteran in my office gave this advice to newly minted supervisors: "People are going to come into your office and ask some crazy stuff. They're not the ones you need to worry about. It's the guy you haven't seen in six weeks."

-Doing Justice: A Prosecutor’s Thoughts on Crime, Punishment, and the Rule of Law, Preet Bharara (2019)

[greatcombinations]

[preetrambles]

*mutuals like my post* omg I'm still loved 🥺

[onboardsorasora]

Oh my god there’s so many good ones!!

3 — [I] trusted [you]

or

26 — how dare [you]

🫡🫡

Max grips Daniel's arm and drags him from the room quickly. They barely made it to the adjoining lounge before Daniel snatched his wrist back and waved off the security that had followed them.

"what are you doing?" Daniel hissed, his honey eyes wide at he stared at Max.

Max looked at him helplessly, Daniel was lovely as always. But today he looked especially beautiful. "What are you doing?" Max asked instead. "You can't get engaged to him!"

Him being Lewis Hamilton, a Duke of high birth. The kind of person Daniel had confessed, in the darkness of his room after the house went to sleep, to hoping to never be married to. Max had held him close and promise to be there for him.

Daniel's eyes flashed with hurt before they shuttered, he became stoic. The perfect prince of noble birth.

"I should be lucky to marry such, that he would want me." Daniel glared at Max, his eyes glistening.

Max swallowed thickly, remembering the morning that Daniel's father caught them together. Caught them because Max stayed too long in their cocoon of love. Joe Ricciardo hadn't appreciated his son being bedded by his trusted guard. The ensuing scandal had been widespread.

"How dare you come back here and try to make me feel guilty, Max. You left. I told my father I loved you and you left." Daniel straightened his shoulders and wiped at his eyes.

With one last look, Daniel left the room flanked by his new security who no doubt knew nothing about him. Max watched him go sadly.

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