#about shyam

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hiieeeeeee! Okay first of all the sorting of your blog is SO AMAZING I swear you're gonna get an avalanche of random likes and reblogs from me (and many others) since you've made it extremely easy for us to stalk your blog now :D It must have taken so much time and efforts you're amazing!!! And second I have a random question which I felt was suited for an ask so here goes. I was thinking about it (and i did a little research too lol) and for the crimes Shyam committed I don't think he's getting more than 12-15 years in jail (MAX). And that's me being generous and assuming Shashi communicated the attempted murder to Arnav who then used his resources to ensure that's added to Shyam's crime list. Because max punishment for attempted murder is 10 + max punishment for killing a foetus is 5 and even if you add the kidnapping and other random stuff it doesn't amount to more than 20 years total and usually you're allowed to serve at least some of it concurrently than consequently unless you're like a brutal serial killer or something and anyway considering good behaviour they let you usually get a few years off at the end. Shyam seems slimy and manipulative enough to swing that. Lol sorry for the legal deep dive but my actual question is - let's assume 10-15 yrs after the events of the show Shyam is released, what do you think he will do? I know in a soap opera world this is a great set up for like Return of the Villain type of storyline but from a more...realistic perspective, do you think his obsession and hatred would have increased, and he would pursue revenge? Or just stay away from the Raizadas for the rest of his life? Would he be a threat to them? Okay sorry for the long ask and thanks :)

Hello sweetie,

Haha I'm glad you're loving the sorting! I also have my main navigation pinned (so it's the first post anyone sees) and it should make things easier in general.

Also, thank you for the love.

So your question is, once Shyam's time at prison is over (considering he went there for 15 years counting all his crimes) would he come back and get revenge?

My question to you is - would Shyam even be successful? As an ex convict there's already going a lot of eyes on Shyam and his movements will be tracked. I'm pretty sure there are solid trespassing orders where Shyam cannot live in the same city as any Raizada, Gupta, near associate of the Raizadas and Guptas (Arnav is that influential to get strict trespassing orders).

Shyam will not have any money to do anything. Not to hire any stalkers, any goons, anything. He might go to Dadi again (but even over there there would be trespassing orders).

Shyam is vengeful. But his chances at succeeding in anything is close to zero. When he had no restrictions, he struggled to succeed. With restrictions in place - it's pretty impossible.

I'm sure Khushi, Anjali, Shashi and Arnav would be pretty anxious when Shyam is released from jail and they'll take every measure possible to actually protect the family.

Anjali's child also died - so Shyam has no right nor connection to the Raizadas/Guptas. Since we also never knew what Shyam's motivations are - we also don't know what extend he'd go to.

I do feel the family will feel ultimate peace at Shyam's death.

Best,

JWB

[jayrockin]

Anonymous asked: Who is the best artist?

I don't think any of the characters would self-identify as "artists" but Gillie is by far the most prolific doodler. (Gillie artwork drawn by the superbly talented @dimetrodone​.)

[natkhat-sa-shyam]

A wise man once said:

Karma is like 69; You get what you gave.

[shadybug]

thinking abt aliens showing affection towards each other again and getting rly sappy about it

[casperghosty]

Spoiler ish (foe mystery files) I'm just cry laughing at this

Shane:"Hey daddy's here..." Ryan: "its funny that you'd speak of daddy, cause I like how daddy's thinking" Shane: "me daddy?"

[wordsmithie]

Born a month apart, she and Siddhartha had known each other since they were infants. Their nicknames, Ushas and Surya, had come from the way her cousin had tottered after her in those early years, like Surya, the Sun, following his beloved Ushas, Dawn, across the sky.

- Mansions of the Moon, Shyam Selvadurai

[severetravelerhologram-blog]

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[achyutapriya]

Shyam has stalked off to punish me

And is frolicking about with other women

He will not even speak to me

He will not even come into my lane,

But steps into courtyards of others

He will not even touch my finger,

But twists the arms of others

He will not touch my shawl,

But He lifts the veil of others

Shyam is Mira's Lord,

But he wanders about like a rake.

~~ Devotional Poems of Mirabai

[ramayantika]

Shaam aur Shyam

Krishna’s sakhis have now grown up to become mothers. Vishakha, Kamini, Madhura and other women are now doting mothers to young boys and girls. She has seen how they feed sweet butter and milk to their naughty children, how they lovingly braid their daughters’ hair and scold them when they perform mischief.

The little ones often run to Yashoda’s large cottage, for that is where they find the best butter and cream. The large pillars of Nanda’s house serve as a hiding spot for the children of Vrindavana to play even after Krishna’s departure.

Today is just like any other day. Yashoda has tended to the cows, looked after the grains in the storage and the butter and cream inside the kitchen, which shall be sold the next day.

It is evening. She hears the distant sound of jingling bells. There is an ache in her back because of old age. Though she has helpers but she still prefers doing tasks on her own. Placing her fist on the aching spot, she raises a pot full of white butter and holds it by her hips and hand, her eyes distantly looking at the dusty roads and the green forests of Vrindavana.

One of the helpers carries the butter-laden pot from Yashoda and makes his way to the storage room. His eyes drift towards Yashoda’s face and there is a pitiful smile on his lips before leaving Yashoda to her thoughts.

A fragrant breeze blows by and she can hear the jingling bells nearby. The young mothers of Vrindavana have begun walking outside their houses, their eyes waiting to catch a glimpse of their young cowherds who were gone since daybreak.

Yashoda’s heart thuds. She walks near the window and stares at the distance. Slowly, she sees groups of children with herds of cows emerging from the dense forest. The boys are whistling at the young calves. Some gently pat the soft skin of the cows and lead their way inside the village. The naughtier boys who still haven’t experienced exhaustion go around wrestling with their friends or pranking some poor lads, their enthusiastic laughter drawing a fond smile over Yashoda’s lips.

The boys finally reach their mothers. Some reprimand their boys for wrestling with their finds and getting scratches over their skin. One of them is feeding a delicious looking laddoo. A little girl hugs her brother’s leg.

So many children, so much of love, but there is no sign of her Kanhaiya.

Kanhaiya is now Dwarkadheesh Sri Krishna, married, a kingmaker, and a great politician. Yashoda does keep tabs on her Shyam’s whereabouts though her darling son hasn’t sent any letters after leaving the soil of Vrindavana behind.

The evening sun spreads a warm glow over the quiet and sublime village. Everybody does miss their Krishna, Shyam and Kanhaiya. They no longer talk about him much, just to avoid the pain of separation gnawing at their heart every day, but his friends did make sure that their children will know of their great friend, their Kanha who has made them so proud of the man he has become today.

But what of the mother’s heart? He may be a God to the world, but is her little Krishna for Yashoda. Shyam who would run inside the house after coming from the forests, leaving behind muddy footprints no longer prances around. Kanhaiya no longer plays pranks on the poor innocent milkmaids of Vraja. There is no one to steal butter from, nor there is Murlidhar to play melodious tunes that bring a divine serenity to the soul.

Krishna, her little one, her heart now lives to the western coast of Aryavarta, very far from the land of simple cowherds and milkmaids, away from the sweet innocence of childhood and his mother.

Yashoda’s arms stretch to the air as if her darling would come home rushing to embrace her.

And just like every day in all these years, cold air brushes her arms and warm memories of her sun flit by.

-- XXX --

Sorry for the low quality fic, but i haven't written anything nice for a while. There was a lot of drama in college, hostel and life and couple that with academics and dance practice

This may not punch enough in the guy :(

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[amar-hiyar-majhe]

Today something happened with me. And I sincerely want to ask my favorite mutuals that the thing which I have done is wrong or not.

So there is a guy who is blindly in love with me (I don't know he says so). I recently blocked him because he told me thay he has vivid imagination about me being his "wife". He told me he will love me forever. But I don't love him. I don't know why I just don't want him. I have been telling this to him several times but he won't listen. He is forcing me to love him. So I blocked him. Again he has created a new account and send me note saying that same stuff. I have again blocked him as he was destroying my mental peace. He is a very nice person but love cannot be forced. Even I fell in love (was it love? I really don't know) but I never forced that person to love me back because love cannot be FORCED.. NOTHING CAN BE DONE FORCEFULLY IN THIS WORLD.

my message to him if creates another account and tries to contact me: It was nice meeting you on study stream last year and I was really surprised to see you here as well but I never thought that you would force me to love you. So I beg you please don't contact me. I don't want someone who cannot be a friend. I am sorry but to me you are really not a nice person anymore.

Now I want to ask this to all my favorite mutuals. The thing which I have done is right or wrong.

@intellectual6666 @enigma-the-mysterious @aahanna @kaalboisakhi @arjokonya @sociallyawkwardpeanut (asking you as well because you are one of my fav mutuals whom I met yesterday) @natkhat-sa-shyam @misti31 @zeherili-ankhein @deepsayss @shadowseductress @dopebanditlightpie @choppedphilosopherharmony

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Ok a hot take maybe i don't know if anyone has ever said/confessed something like this before or not -

I don't think Arnav was anyway wrong in trusting Shyam. Shyam was his brother-in-law so Arnav respected him for the relationship they shared. Also we weren't shown or told much about their dynamics before Khushi. They weren't really close but they trusted each other. And it came normally to Arnav just like any of us. We too trust people only because we share some relationship with them (be it blood relation or friendship) and Arnav certainly was not some mind reader that he would know what was going on Shyam's.

During that terrace scene as well, he was nowhere at fault i believe. He was starting to realise that he really felt something for Khushi, something more than a simple attraction. And when he was going to confess that, he saw Khushi and Shyam hugging. Now one can say why he didn't question Shyam. Then again Shyam was his relative, someone he trusted. He had known shyam for 3/4 years and in that time period Shyam never did anything to raise any suspicion in Arnav or anyone's mind. So Arnav was least bothered about Shyam cheating on Anjali because he thought Shyam could never do that. He had that picture perfect image of Shyam tattooed in his mind. Also he felt much more betrayed by Khushi than shyam because with khushi, there were romantic feelings involved.

Jyada lamba ho gaya na 🫣

ANON WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THESE DAYS?

Yes, exactly.

I don't think Arnav was anyway wrong in trusting Shyam\

AGREE. Arnav knew Shyam for years, nearly saw a paternal figure in him. Shyam kept Anjali the happiest. THIS was Arnav's go to guy. Everyone in the family knew that if anyone who could convince Arnav about something, it was Shyam. He played the role of Arnav's advisor as well.

Arnav is soft, vulnerable, indulgent and happy when Shyam is around because Shyam is what fixed his Di's life. Hence he's the source not just of Anjali's happiness but Arnav's as well.

And if THIS man could betray him, just on what grounds does Khushi stand on?

Khushi and Arnav have always met under circumstances that's suspicious for anyone. A woman like Khushi is the exact one to be after his money. She belongs from a lower class. She has wormed her way into his office and family and somehow no one apart from he doubts her for the reasons he does (Lavanya is petty and Mami is a classist - that's the least of Arnav's concerns with Khushi).

The funny thing is Shyam HAS done what Arnav thinks Khushi is trying to do throughout the show. Which again shows that Khushi had the worst luck and Shyam... perhaps had the best.

And yes, the betrayal was double edged because romance was involved.

I like to believe he got retraumatized all over again at that point.

Aap zyaada nahi, sahi bol diye!

[jayrockin]

A scribble comic from a while ago that I didn't post because I felt like I was spamming too much content about Shyam, given she doesn't show up in the main story for a long time. But it's been up on my website for a while so sure I'll eject it on social media too. This takes place when Shyam was still in college, she's 20 here and her then-girlfriend Rajni is 21. Neither of them are terribly emotionally mature yet.

Glossary:

Per: gender neutral term for a parent, equivalent to mom or dad. Typ: A human that has not been significantly modified from the genetic baseline (i.e. you, presumably)

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[natkhat-sa-shyam]

दुनिया हमारे हिसाब से नहीं चलती,

न की हम दुनिया के हिसाब से,

हिसाब गड़बड़ लगता है लेकिन है बराबर का,

हंस लो या सह लो।

[arshifiesta]

Welcome to Arshi Fiesta!

Phati-sari's aur Sanka Devis, hum tumka forgetyay naahi gaye hain! Hum toh ee lobhbirds ko surprisewa deve ke khatir tumka bulawat hai! Samjheev? Ab ee ka baat padho, e khoon bhari taang kaa introductionwa likh ke gayi hai dekho to jara👀

Theme Introduction: Colours of Love!

If you didn't know already, "Satrangi Re" is a song from the movie Dil Se which is based on the concept of seven stages of love depicted in Arabic Literature. Each stage is denoted by a color so let's look at Arshi's story through these colours!

1. Black for Attraction (hub)

The song starts with a hauntingly energetic tune (spooky!) and we weave through a maze of passages till we finally meet our protagonists. Quite like how Arshi started out as strangers who didn't look like a compatible match initially until all the pieces of puzzles fell into its place.

The beautiful lyrics captures the essence of their dhak-dhaks, their initial attraction that exists from their very first meet. They've hated each other, loved each other but have never ever stopped being attracted to one another. As if a magical magnetic force has kept bringing them together over and over again (guess who? Devi Maiyya of course!) 🖤

2. Violet for Infatuation (uns)

Uff, Infatuation inke jaisa toh aur kisi couple me nahi hai, right? The subtle yet lingering touches, intense gaze, impulsive kiss games and everything about their chemistry is absolutely electrifying! No one does infatuation like them 💜

3. Blue for Love (ishq)

Love love love. Love took so long to blossom between them, like a long drawn out fire. Was it blazing or were there only a few embers alight? One could barely tell. Love started from care first. But they could only care once they hurt each other, right? Oh and hurt they did, they hurt each other really bad. But, isn't it only the people you care about who could hurt you? 💙

4. Green for Trust (akidat)

Trust is tricky. Trust takes longer than love. Because you can only trust someone blindly when you love them. From the chain of broken pearls to the soft and patient unwinding of fairy lights... somewhere between that Arshi started trusting each other. And it strengthened when Arnav stepped up to dance with Khushi, strengthened again when despite all evidence against Khushi and Shyam, Arnav decided to confess his love to her... as if it was the last thing he had left to do. And later when he came to know about Garima's past, he trusted Khushi again. Because things aren't always as black and white as they look. Sometimes they're green 😉💚

5. Yellow for Worship (ibaadat)

What is love or partnership without worship? From strangers to enemies to lovers, at each stage Arnav has worshipped Khushi. Taken care of her in ways that she needed, in ways that people around her couldn't. Tangled feelings and arms entwined in one another's. A shower of gifts, a series of intoxicated confessions. Arnav may be an atheist but if he has worshipped someone apart from his family, that's Khushi. Khushi is as good as any religion to him.

6. Red for Madness (junoon)

The first thing when you think of Red is probably danger or hell-fire. And that's right too because the fierce fire they have isn't like any other. It burns and scathes. It leaves scars. It is a mad love. They hurt and insult each other, they shout at each other. Their egos are too big for one another. And when they're done hurting, they love each other just as fiercely too. ❤️

As Aakash ji has nicely put it, "Khushi ji thodi pagal hai na?". Arey Aakash ji, aapke bhai bhi thodi kam pagal hai? (Don't tell him I said that 🫢)

7. White for Death (maut)

Death is not always about dying. Well sometimes it is... like the time when Khushi nearly dies at the cliff and Arnav fin-fucking-ally kisses her but only for CPR 😒. Or when they both pretend to die on stage as star crossed lovers Heer & Ranjha.

But death is also about other things like the death of hierarchy between them when Khushi was no longer Arnav's employee. The end of anger between them during holi after days of fooling each other with farq nahi padta post contract marriage. The end of difficulties in their path (almost) when they were about to get married again, for reals. The death of distance between them, not just physically but emotionally too, when they spend the night at the hut after running away from the goons. Like they literally met at a grave (dargah) for their second encounter, no? 😌🤍

Accha toh tum padh li ho kaa? Haan, toh e par se tumka kachu toh banave ka pade, aage tumko khoon bhari taang hi samjhayegi okayyy?

Ab jao, thoda paani piyo aur humka bhi pila diyo haiin... Bahutay garmi hai aaj🔥 Hello hi bye bye!

Never mind sasuma, you guys! We're here to celebrate toh let's wish the couple first! A very very Happy 13th Anniversary to these two AND every single one of you who has loved them, adored and cherished them at some point!

Tagging the people who liked the introductory post in comments below because it wasn't clear if y'all wanted to be tagged or not oof! :((

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[featheredclover]

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Chapter Three

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The ornate mirror held her reflection with a grand poise. A poise, Khushi desperately wished she possessed at the moment.

She stood up, startling Sumi, who was curling her hair to the utmost perfection. 

“Khushi baby” she grumbled disapprovingly.

She walked up to her window, overseeing the gazebo in the grounds. Her mummy stood supervising the brunch set up, rivalling an army officer’s precision.

“The Raizadas are coming for brunch!”

She had announced so happily last night. And Khushi then saw the triumphant glance shared between her parents, so she had curbed her usual whining.

“Perfect opportunity to bag the contract”, her papa had said.

She sighed despondently. Sumi grabbed her arm and plopped her in front of the dresser. Khushi smiled sheepishly, while Sumi kept on scolding.

She was reminded of when she was five and Sumi, her matronly maid, would help her get dressed. Only back then she didn’t have to worry about facing a devilish man.

————

Laughter filled the air, cutlery making their presence known and the famous Gupta delicacies made it to the plates.

Khushi smiled as she brought out the teapot.

She took her seat next to Akash and sighed in relief as Mr. Arnav was nowhere in sight.

She knew Akash as well as the back of her hand since they were toddlers and could draw some comfort that she had someone to talk to.

“Hey”

Khushi looked up and saw a handsome young man, with gentle eyes and the most pleasing smile. 

God! He even has dimples! She thought with a tinge of jealousy.

“Do you mind?” He gestured to the chair on her right, interrupting her perusal smoothly.

“Of course not, “ she smiled back.

“Khushi, meet Noah Kelly Raizada, my cousin. Noah, meet my friend, Khushi Gupta “ , Akash chimed in.

“Noah Kelly?” she asked after he had settled down.

“Yes. My mum’s an American. And my dad, well he’s a Raizada,” he said with an embarrassed laugh.

“You didn’t grow up here?”

“Nope. Otherwise I wouldn’t have passed up the opportunity to be friends with such a beautiful girl!” he winked mischievously.

Khushi giggled, blushing at the compliment.

“Sorry, I’m late” 

A booming voice made everyone look up at the newly arrived Raizada. Mr Arnav looked impeccable, except the frown between his brows.

“Arnav beta! Welcome! Grab a seat and pile up your plate!“ her papa greeted enthusiastically, before diving back into his conversation with the senior Raizada.

Khushi looked at Shyam, who was clutching his fork, his fury visible in his clenched jaws. Hoping for the brunch to pass by smoothly, she brought her attention back to her eggs.

“So what do you do Khushi?” 

Smiling at Noah, she said, “ I am working as an assistant interior designer at my aunt’s firm.”  

Unknown to her, her face was aglow with love for the work she did.

Before Noah could get a word in, Arnav interrupted rudely, “Typical “.

“Excuse me?” Khushi asked, her back straightening in defence.

“ Your aunt gave you the job, so you could have something to do”

“And you assume that? How, may I ask?”

“Um, Arnav can you pass me the bre-“ Noah attempted to break the tension.

“Well, nepotism is the answer. Who else would hire the nineteen year old decorator?”

She breathed in deeply. Blinking her eyelids, to keep herself from shedding angry tears. She looked up, straight into his eyes.

“ I am not a ‘decorator’. I am someone with a degree in interior designing,who got hired by an aunt, who is well known in Lucknow for her professionalism. And how is it any different from the Raizada enterprises? You are the son of the eldest Raizada heir, so because of the nepotism  you hate so much you are the next boss. And a class-A jerk at that! Excuse me.”

Her chair scraped against the floor. She hastened off, after whispering an excuse of a headache in her mum’s ear, ignoring a pair of eyes imploring her to look at him.

—————

Her heels clicked down the stairs, as Khushi heard noises coming from the drawing room.

She was greeted by her mother the next moment, as she was guiding the help to take tea to whoever was working with her papa.

“Aah! Khushi! Dancing again?”

She looked at her mum with suspicious eyes. She had never been happy about her evenings at the club. Maybe the brunch had worked out well.

“Yes, I am meeting my friends there.”

“Oh well, please spare my poor heart and don’t drive by yourself. Take Hari Prakash with you!”

And with that she hurried into the drawing room.

And off she went in search of Hari Prakash, her mother’s trusted spy!

————

Soft music blasted from the car stereo, as she found herself drifting off to what happened that afternoon.

What a rude man! 

She knew the Raizadas were filthy rich and such people tend to raise kids to become bratty adults. But she didn’t expect the man who had tricked her, quite charmingly, into accepting a date with him to humiliate her.

 Decorator! He had reduced her education to nothing!, she thought angrily. 

The car rolled into the basement parking , and Khushi took the elevator to the Ray’s club, a place frequently haunted by Lucknow’s wealthy kids.

No more thinking Khushi! Just have fun tonight! She thought furiously, determined to not let anyone spoil her evening.

—————

“Khuuuushiiiii” Preetika smiled gleefully, her slurred shout barely audible over the music.

She hugged her, and sneaked in a whisper

“How much did you drink already?”

Three perfectly manicured fingers were lifted up and Khushi knew her friend was going to dominate the dance floor in a few minutes .

Payal joined the two and soon they were dragged towards a table.

“ It’s the summer of 86 darling! Have a martini and forget your worries!” Payal sang, handing a glass to Khushi.

“One drink! That’s all I can have!”

“Stop-pp being a b-bore K!” Preetika scolded.

“I am serious! HP is down in the basement”

Payal looked at her aghast.

“Why couldn’t you tell aunty I could drop you?”

Khushi rolled her eyes.

“As if you don’t know Garima Gupta well enough”

“ I just know that she loves her daughter too much!” Payal laughed. 

She looked down at her watch.

“Awaiting A-Akash are w-we?”

“Well yes Preeto! Who else? He is bringing dates for you two by the way “

“WHAT?” Khushi’s heart skipped a beat.

“Well yeah some American cousin of his and another friend. Chill Khushi!“

Khushi sat back down, not really hearing Preetika’s inquiries about the American cousin.

Her fear was not unfounded, but she knew Akash and Noah had heard her fight with Arnav. Hoping they will be sensitive enough, she absently gulped down her martini at once.

Soon her arm was tugged and she was pulled onto the dance floor. The disco lights blinded her, but she swayed to the music, shouting out the lyrics with Preeto and giggling at Payal’s awkward but spirited moves. 

Khushi Gupta, true to the martini’s promise, forgot all about her worries as Kishore Kumar blared through the speaker.

Bolo ommmmm, shanti ommmmm! 

—————

Sweaty and happy, the trio sat down at their table. 

Trust Payal to ensure appetisers and more drinks to already be at their table.

“ I wanna dance more! “ Preeto shouted.

“ Well, dance away with the American once he’s here!”

Khushi smiled as she sipped her martini, forgetting all about the one drink rule. 

“Payal!”

They looked up to see Akash and Noah walk up to them. Preeto stood up first and muttered a soft “oh my god!” under her breath.

“Meet my cousin Noah Kelly Raizada “ Akash winked at Preeto, well aware of her interest.

“ Please Akash… you guys can call me NK, I prefer it in fact!” he said, while rubbing the back of his neck adorably.

Payal laughed.

“Well NK, meet my friends! Khushi and Preetika.”

“Aah Khushi we meet again”

Khushi smiled back, hoping her untimely exit would not be the topic of discussion.

“What?”

“K! How dare you?”

Payal and Preeto looked at her curiously.

“Guptas hosted a brunch for the Raizadas girls” Akash said, saving Khushi from the trouble.

“ And why were you invited?” Preeto quizzed.

“My mother is a Raizada, Preetika. How much did you drink already?”he laughed.

Payal elbowed Akash. “Where is Khushi’s date?” She whispered unsuccessfully.

A guilty look flooded his face, while relief flooded through Khushi.

“ It’s fine Akash! I don’t need a da-“

“ He is here” a voice sounded behind her and she turned to look into the brown orbs, igniting her fury, misery and her lust at once.

——————

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[hardkittyprince]

There are 10 reasons why I love salaar move

Prithviraj sukumaran

Prabhas

Bromance

Bromance < bRomance

No matter what people say it is prabhas come back movie for me after Radha shyam and Adipurush ( no offense to prabhas)

It's a comfort movie for me i love the chemistry between prabhas and prithviraj

Like the action except the first half ( that was cheeky action)

Got to know about prithviraj because of this ( I didn't know his name before but now I know half of the things about him watched his movie before maybe one or two but now I am obsessed with him )

I can watch this movie's second half as many times as you want me too continuously

Prashant neel direction I loved kgf 1 and 2 and waiting for his more upcoming movies

It gives me and my bl brain way to many content ( not one of the main reasons 😏 to love this movie okay i respect the writing the way it was )

I love friendship movies and especially South friendship movies and it satisfies me with that genre

Actually I have more reason since I am watching this movie again i don't know how many times I have already watched this so I'll tell you more reasons later