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Ok I just saw Virata Parvam yesterday night and I need to talk about this very very normally with someone (hopefully the story writer) bcz WTF
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NGK (2019)
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God took an extra day to create THEM. Fave characters Ft. Tollywood
1) Mrunal Thakur as Sita Mahalakshmi from Sita Ramam (2022)
2) Sai Pallavi as Rosie from Shyam Singha Roy (2021)
3) Anushka Shetty as Devasena in Baahubali 2 (2017)
More suggestions welcome in comments/reblogs!!
#women 👑#sitaramam#sita mahalakshmi#sita ramam#baahubali#mrunal thakur#desi#tollywood#shyam singha roy#sai pallavi
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okay sai pallavi eat up
#hasini yaps ♡#i love the way her voice gets deep and like a second later its high pitched like#sai pallavi#telugu movies#telugu cinema
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Sai Pallavi, the Goddess






























#sai pallavi#telugu#tamil#Sai Pallavi Senthamarai Kannan#malayali heroes#from tamil nadu#south indian actor#indian heroine
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I am BEGGING you to do Shyam Singha Roy!!!!
Sai Pallavi ate this movie up so hard bro, like the costumes, the dance, the eyes, mother was mothering 🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️
Shyam 《 Shyam Singha Roy 》
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"Through life and death, thick and thin, sweet and sour, happy and sad. I will always be there. In your heart, as you in mine."
"You can hit me, scream at me, lay all of your deep dark suffering upon me, and I will accept it with an embrace as to me it is a gift from you."
"From the moment my eyes fell on you, I had taken you under my wing. To protect you, admire you, shield you from the horrors of the world, and to sing you to sleep every night sweetly with my love."
"Accept my love and I will lovingly guide you through this world showering yoj with my love every second, or deny and I shall forever live in your shadow and protect you from the darkness that I hide in, away from your eye as I love from behind you till your last breath. Yes or no, I will love and cherish your breath regardless."
"In today's world of uncertainties and changes, the only constant in my life will be you. And in yours, me."
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#telugu#tollywood#x reader#y/n#desi#yn#desi tumblr#desiblr#shyam singha roy#ssr#nani#natural star#natural star nani#sai pallavi#ssr x reader#shyam singha roy x reader#nani x reader
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Please support 🙏🥺 by like n share n comment
#amaran#sivakarthikeyan#sai pallavi#kamal haasan#gv prakash#art#pixel art#anime art#character art#fan art#my art#artists on tumblr#ai art#original art#traditional art#artwork#digital art#digital illustration#digital drawing#digital painting#illustration#illustrator#sketch
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We'll say hello again (nevermind the chasm between us) 3
When they were younger, Bhalla doted on Gauri. Perhaps it was because she was never a contender for the throne he so loved, but he loved her. He twirled her in his arms and joked that he would find her a King brave, gentle and caring to marry. She hit his shoulders while laughing and joked that she would name his child something terrible.
Bhadra was a name choice of hers.
Bhalla—he loved her. Even when he raged at her for loving Amrendra better, even when he drank the poison of envy, even when he spewed filth about her for marrying her sworn shiled, Bhalla care for her opinion. Even when she was chained to the damnable pillar in the courtyard, in his own twisted way, he wanted her validation. When that brat of a child was born, he had come to visit her. Only her, never once looking at Bhabhi.
"Look at him," he has said, comfortably standing under an umbrella with an infant in his hands while Gauri was chained to the pillar in scorching afternoon. "He will sit on my throne, Gauri. Not Bahubhali. My son. My Bhadra."
As the boy's head hits the ground and his body still runs from Amrendra's sword, Gauri doesn't know what she feels more — elation or satisfaction.
The boy has hurt her and bhabhi more than Bhalla has. There's a burn on her right calf that's fifteen years old and now it burns as it had the first time. She knows Bhalla loves this child more than anyone else.
"You took away my brother," Gauri mumbles to herself, hoping that Bhallaldev hears her voice in his waking nightmares,"Mahadev has taken your son."
There's a momentary grief in her heart. The boy is a child. Younger than the imposter. He would have been a younger brother if Gauri's daughter had lived.
A new generation of Bhallaldev, Bahubali and Gauraangi, had their family not been tainted with her brother's blood. She feels that it would have been a curse carried over. No one can be Amrendra, never again. Her irreplaceable brother. Gauri would never wish her life on an enemy, let alone her own child. Bhallaldev raised a boy under the shadow of envy and contempt and that boy is dead, head lolling on the ground.
There's a clap of thunder and it starts to rain just as satisfaction fumes in Gauri's heart. She smiles fondly and looks skyward. Bhairav, she thinks.
("I would make it rain everyday, if I could, for you, your excellency." Bhairav had told her with sincere eyes when she told him how she loved peacocks dancing in rain.)
A loud yell from Katappa brings her back to present and he's running towards the imposter, whose back is turned towards Katappa. Disgustingly, she thinks if he will kill the imposter the same way he killed Amrendra. She finds herself unaffected with the idea, strangely numb. Her brother did not live. Why should anyone else, especially his imposter? An imposter, who used her brother's sword?
But she owes him a debt. He rescued her and bhabhi, the first one to do for the last twenty five years.
"Mama, no!" She yells, flinching at the soreness of her throat, just as the imposter turns and lightening strikes and her nephew turns.
Katappa throws away the spear and kneels.
A sneer comes onto Gauri's face. Katappa pronounces him Bahubali and Gauraangi just feels the curses flow from her tongue. That is not Bahubhali. He's an imposter. He's her nephew. He's never going to be her brother. He's Mahendra, he's never going to be Amrendra. He's never going to learn everything about Gauri better than Gauri herself. He's never going to be Amrendra.
Everyone around them kneels as well, barring herself and bhabhi. And just like, these strangers, these soldiers, have replaced her brother.
Amrendra Bahubali has been replaced by his son. By an imposter. They've got another, younger man and they replaced her brother.
You killed my brother, Gauri thinks to herself with a sneer, and now you give his crown to his son.
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They huddle in a corner while the rain lasts.
Gauri uses the boulder nearest to her to rest her back on and pushes her hand back, elbow taking some weight as her arm stretches. She adjusts her feet in a way Amrendra always used to, something she copied since she was a child.
A young girl, dressed in makeshift armour and a braid, comes towards her and removes her chains. The lack of weight on her wrists makes her feel something she doesn't have a name for. The girl passes her a leather pouch. She says it has water.
Gauri doesn't care if it's water or poison— she will die happy if she's not in chains, but she doesn't tell the girl that. She accepts the water and it instantly cools down the soreness in her throat that reigns still.
"I am glad you're free, Princess," the girl says. The reply that Gauri used to give to Bhairav dances on her tongue like the manifestation of a muscle memory but this stranger doesn't deserve it. "The Sardaars have been trying to free you and Queen Devasena for the past twenty five years."
Gauri smiles. "I appreciate your and your leaders' efforts, warrior. What is your name?"
"Avantika, Princess."
"Thank you, Avantika," Gauri says, because the numbness in her heart fades a bit at the fact that someone remembered her and bhabhi. Someone cared. "I am extremely grateful for your help, my child."
Before Avantika can continue the conversation, Katappa joins them. He kneels less than a foot away from Gauri's outstretched feet. A hush falls over the crowd and Gauri hears the loud silence as the rain gradually slows.
"This is where Bahu breathed last." Katappa says, head down.
Gauri laughs,"Will you kill me, then, too, Mama? Will it be my own sword, this time?"
The guilt and grief that clouds his face makes her falter momentarily but she remembers seeing blood on his sword that tainted her. On mama's hands. On Maa's hands. Her brother's blood. Her blood.
"Gauri." Bhabhi admonishes but it is not as chiding as it used to be, she's busy flicking her eyes to the imposte Mahendra. Mahendra, who's talking to a woman who looks nothing like the women of Mahishamati.
Gauri doesn't care for the grief on mama's face. How will he kill her?
He has already killed Amrendra. She's been dead for the past twenty five years.
Katappa doesn't stand up from her feet until the rain stops.
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When the rain finally stops, the strange woman that Mahendra seems to favour told them how they found Mahendra.
Bile rises up Gauri's throat for the vindictiveness she feels when she realises Maa died hunted and betrayed, same as Bahu.
(Just how horrid has she become?)
The boy, he looks so confused and worried. From where Gauri is still sitting at the boulder, she sympathizes for him. He asks Katappa why he has suddenly become god of the people he doesn't know. He asks who he is.
Katappa calls him the son of Bahubali and the balm of bhabhi, the death of Bhallaldev and the vengeance of Gauri.
"You are no god, child," Gauri says, loud enough that they all hear her but keeps her tone soft for this ignorant boy who has the legacy of a divine man on his shoulders. She uses the boulder to stand up on shaky feet. "You are the rightful King." Her eyes flash towards Bahu's sword. "The god they know was the one who wielded the sword you're holding. Give it back, nephew. Kings cannot wield weapons of gods."
Gauri knows neither bhabhi nor Katappa liked her words. She doesn't care. Amrendra was her other half and while the boy is her nephew, no one can come close to her brother.
Mahendra looks at the sword in his hands and she wishes he understands that it's not just a weapon. It's a legacy that he will have to earn. And no one can earn the legacy of Amrendra. No one.
There's a sudden change in the crowd that distracts them.
"Lakshmi!"
It's a hallucination. It's a hallucination. It's a hallucination.
But it's not. He's moving, limping, towards her from a parted crowd. He's let his hair (now grey) grow longer and he's grown a beard. He's wearing saffron and the bow that Bahu ordered for him is in his hands.
It's a hallucination. It's a hallucination. It's a hallucination.
But it's not. He forwards his hands and asks,"May I embrace you, Lakshmi?" Gauri nods shakily, numb and startled. His hands feel the same on her waist even after years and he smells of home again.
"You're alive. You're alive." Gauri mumbles, almost nonsensically,"My beloved, you are alive. This isn't a dream?"
There's tears streaming down Bhairav's face and he shakes his head, cupping her face and wiping her own tears. Gauri stiffles her sobs.
When was the last time someone touch her tenderly?
"Bhairav?" Bhabhi and Katappa ask at the same time. Bhairav steps out of her arms but holds her hand, the burnt one, as he faces them. His hold on her is the only thing that is keeping her upstraight. Bhabhi has a smile on a face but the ache in her eyes is impossible to miss as she says,"You've been alive this whole time, Bhairav? Truly, brother?"
Bhairav bows his head. "Yes, bhabhi. I'm sorry I couldn't inform either of you nor could I rescue you in the past years. All of our attempts failed."
"It matters not," bhabhi says, still smiling,"All that matters is you're alive."
Bhabhi locks her gaze with Gauri and an understanding forms between them. Gauri has her husband but Mahadev took her daughter. Bhabhi has her son but not her husband.
A death for a life.
Mahendra walks towards her. "What is happening? What happened? You called me your nephew, aunt. Tell me the truth. Who am I? Who was my father?"
He kneels and places Amrendra's sword by Gauri's feet.
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( @ambidextrousarcher this shit was deleted, completely. I was so mad😭)
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#desiblr#suffer ye suhana nahi#Bahubali#devasena#prabhas#anushka shetty#ram charan#ram charan as Bhairav#Sai Pallavi as Gauraangi#sai pallavi
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Amaran (2024)
My parents took me out to the movies after an exhausting week of exams. I had no idea what were watching, knew nothing about who was starring and absolutely knew zilch about the plot. My mom just told me that she was sure that I'd like the movie very much. And I can tell you now, I liked the movie very much indeed.
The direction and the story-telling were just amazing. Mukund's and Indhu's story was so beautiful to watch. The way their relationship blossomed and how they fought through the hurdles was heart-warming. Knowing how the movie was going to end made all those scenes that much more precious, that much more meaningful. Of course I knew how the movie was going to end. It's a movie based on a soldier in the Indian Army. There was only one place this movie was going and I knew that really well.
Mukund was driven and passionate. His love for the army and his dedication towards serving the country, no matter what anyone else said was inspiring. There was none of that typical Indian film hero-worship, at least not too the extent where it was unrealistic. Whatever was portrayed in the movie in terms of the respect the soldiers had for Mukund, how his family treated him and how his in-laws treated him all did feel quite realistic. That being said, I felt as though the dialogue-writing in some places was just meh? There were many places where the dialogues were flat and just tweaking the words here and there may have made it more resounding? I don't know. That's just my non-expert opinion.
In terms of the acting, Sivakarthikeyan did an okay job. It wasn't spectacular or anything. I've seen other actors emote better. But, he did play his role well. It was nice to see him move away from his comfort comedic-acting to a more serious one such as this. This must have been such a great opportunity for him and I like the growth. Perhaps doing more of such movies will get him the exposure that he needs. His efforts have to appreciated.
Sai Pallavi on the other hand, man, what an actress! She was just so damn spectacular in this film. Every scene that she was in was just such a pleasure to watch. This woman knows how to EXPRESS. She knows how to EMOTE. I laughed with her, I became excited with her, and I cried with her. Honestly, her acting really did carry the movie a good distance. That scene in the bathroom, that scene with the phone call, those last few minutes of the movie, will forever live rent free in my head. She has done such an AMAZING job and I can't wait for her to win awards for her role in this film. She deserves it.
The fact that this movie is based on real-life events, makes it that much more heartbreaking. When the title of the film popped on to the screen, I already had an inkling as to how this movie was going to end. 'Amaran' means 'immortal'. And I can now see why they the named the movie so.
I am and will always be such a sucker for military movies.
Overall, 9.5/10
Docked a few points for the pain and anxiety this movie put me through.
100% would recommend. Will definitely watch again for the plot and for Sai Pallavi and for Sivakarthikeyan (he really is one of my favorite human beings)
I'm gonna go and get my hands on the book that was written about Mukund Varadarajan.
Watched On: 14/11/24
#movie review#movies#action#amaran#sivakarthikeyan#sai pallavi#tamil#tamil movies#military#indian#indian army#indian movies#south indian movies#tamil nadu#mukund varadarajan
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My Fancasting for Live action Rapunzel I know it’s gonna be confusing as question if you want
if you don’t know already the Indian actress Id star for my fan cast Rapunzel live action would be the princess herself Sai Pallavi.
No this isn’t for the Disney casting I have different opinions in Disney’s castings but what I’m talking about if there was an Indian Remake in the one of the languages itself I’d like Sai pallavi to play Rapunzel because I feel like her Acting nature is perfect for the role.
And no it’s not because she’s light skinned
I’ll explain if I get more interest or I get bored
#sai pallavi#indian movies#indian cinema#rapunzel#rapunzel live action#maitreyi ramakrishnan#avantika#disney#princess
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Ramayan has captured the imagination of generations. Now, imagine the excitement when rumors began to circulate about a modern retelling of this legendary story, featuring powerhouse talents like Ranbir Kapoor, Sai Pallavi, and Yash, Read more https://fallingforfilm.in/
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Sai Pallavi is such a great actress! I love her so much!
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साई पल्लवी: ‘राउडी बेबी’ की प्रसिद्धि से लेकर रामायण में सीता की भूमिका निभाने तक - उनकी प्रेरणादायक यात्रा...
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Sai Pallavi: From ‘Rowdy Baby’ fame to playing Sita in Ramayan - a look at her inspiring journey...
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