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wiackcom · 1 year ago

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The Honda Accord enters its second model year after undergoing a full redesign for 2023. As a continuation of the 11th generation Accord, the 2024 Honda Accord is not expected to see any major updates. This overview will cover expected details on the 2024 Accord's styling, technology, performance and pricing based on carryover from the current model. 2024 Honda Accord Exterior Preview Since the Accord was just redesigned for 2023, Honda will likely keep exterior styling unchanged for 2024. Key exterior elements such as: Streamlined headlights and front grille shape Distinct crease flowing along the body side Sloping rear roofline and integrated trunk lip spoiler Full-width taillight design with LED lighting Should all carry over to maintain the current Accord's modern, upscale look. Wheel designs and paint color options will likely also remain similar to the 2023 model. Overall, the 2024 Honda Accord aims to provide the same refined exterior aesthetic and proportions as the well-received current generation car. Interior Layout and Features The 2024 Accord’s interior can also be expected to mimic the 2023 model's layout and features, including: Layered dashboard with honeycomb accent trim Large touchscreen perched atop the dash HVAC controls along lower console Available digital gauge cluster Leather seating surfaces on higher trims Standard and available tech should hold over as well: 7-inch display audio Optional 12.3-inch HD touchscreen Wireless Apple CarPlay/Android Auto WiFi hotspot capability Head-up display Wireless phone charging Honda strives for consistency from year-to-year. So the 2024 Accord cabin should provide the same upscale feel and tech features as the well-equipped current model. 2024 Honda Accord Powertrain and MPG The 2024 Accord will likely continue using the same two powertrain choices as 2023 models: 1.5L Turbo 4-Cylinder 192 horsepower and 192 lb-ft torque Paired with CVT automatic transmission 30 mpg city/38 highway/33 combined estimate 2.0L Hybrid Engine 204 total system horsepower 247 lb-ft electric motor torque eCVT hybrid transmission 44 mpg city/41 highway/43 combined estimate These powertrains offer a balance of responsiveness and efficiency. All-wheel drive is not expected to be offered. 2024 Honda Accord Trim Levels Honda will likely carry over the same Accord trim lineup: LX - Entry-level trim with 7-inch display audio Sport - Adds styling and feature upgrades EX-L - Leather seats, moonroof, premium audio Touring - Full suite of tech features, 12.3-inch display Pricing should stay in the same realm with LX models starting around $27,000 and range-topping Touring versions at approximately $37,000 before destination fees. Expected Release Date and Pricing The 2024 Honda Accord will likely follow a similar rollout timeline as the 2023 model: On sale early 2024 Base LX price around $27,000 Top Touring trim approx. $37,000 Official pricing will be announced closer to the 2024 Accord’s market launch. Accord Safety Features and Crash Test Ratings All 2024 Accord models should come standard with the Honda Sensing suite of driver assistance tech: Collision mitigation braking Forward collision warning Lane keeping assist Adaptive cruise control Traffic sign recognition Optional features will include blind spot information and rear cross traffic alert. The IIHS and NHTSA have not crash tested the 11th generation Accord yet. But it should achieve high safety scores on par with the safe 2022 Accord. 2024 Honda Accord: What to Expect While the 2024 Accord may not see substantial changes from the 2023 version, it will retain all the strengths that make it alluring. The refined styling, roomy interior, hybrid option, and abundance of tech should help the 2024 Accord hold appeal versus rivals like the Toyota Camry

and Hyundai Sonata. Interested shoppers can likely expect an Accord experience very similar to the current model when the 2024 hits dealerships. FAQs What's new for the 2024 Honda Accord? There are not expected to be any major changes, as Honda just fully redesigned the Accord for 2023. The 2024 should carry over with the same styling, features and powertrains. Will there be a new Accord hybrid model? Yes, the Accord Hybrid should continue for 2024 using the same 2.0-liter hybrid powertrain as the current model. Will the Sport trim continue to be offered? Honda should carry over the same LX, Sport, EX-L and Touring trim levels for the 2024 Accord based on the 2023 lineup. What safety features come on the 2024 Accord? All Accords should come standard with the Honda Sensing suite of safety features including collision mitigation braking, traffic sign recognition and adaptive cruise control. When will 2024 Honda Accord pricing be announced? Official MSRP pricing and final details likely won't be released until closer to the 2024 Accord's on-sale date early next year. The 2024 Honda Accord promises to deliver solidly on the current model's strengths of efficiency, technology, performance and value. Shoppers can expect an Accord very similar to the impressive existing version. #Wiack #Car #CarInsurance #CarRental #CarPrice #AutoLoans

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sridharm-1980 · 1 year ago

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percywinchester27 · 4 years ago

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A lot like ‘Us’ (Part-43)

Word count: 4.1K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Warnings: Angst, mentions of PTSD, heartbreak, feels, fluff, spoiler warnings in the tags (it’s no biggie, but in case anyone wants to still check out ;))

Series Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is eager and honestly, still in awe that she managed to get herself an acceptance from Stanford Law School. On the face of it, her life seems as put together, mysterious and independent as one might hope for. On the insides, she carries the burden of past that haunts her till date. Seemingly, she’d left it all behind; that is until she sets foot in the class of the Law School’s youngest, most promising professor.

A/N: This is one of the most crucial chapters for this series. I hope you guys like it cause it’s definitely a favourite of mine :)

The story employs two different timelines. The present timeline for the story takes place in 2014. Please let me know what you guys think :)

Beta: @deanssweetheart23. Shout out to my best girl. I owe so much to you, Athina. You’re my sunflower <3

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The crack in the ceiling was wider than you thought it would be, staring at you from up there, like a river and its rivulets, but disconnected from the source, dried up before reaching the sea that was its destination. Just aimlessly stuck in the middle.

There was an urgent knock on the door. Wiping your eyes, you called, “yeah.”

Madison poked her head through the door. “Can I come in?”

“Umm yeah, sure.”

You sat up in the bed.

Madison came to sit by you on the mattress. You didn’t look up at her, afraid she would see your swollen eyes.

“I know you don’t like to share your problems with anyone,” said Madison. “But I’m here. Just in case you want to talk about what’s hurting you. I haven’t seen you out and about in a while, Y/N.”

Her voice was gentle.

“I can’t tell you what’s wrong because I don’t know what it is myself.”

“Is it about Sam?”

“It is and it isn’t.” Choosing not to elaborate, you drew into yourself against the headrest. This wasn’t about Sam. This was about you being unable to understand your own damn mind and it was hurting Sam- so much. The muteness of his eyes was haunting you… and then there was Max- the sweetest little soul in this world. Every time you thought about him, you wanted to all but break down. What was wrong with you? Because something had to be wrong if you couldn’t accept that boy with all your heart.

You didn’t deserve to be a mother. This was why you could never be one.

“Come down for a bit,” said Madison, tone sympathetic. “All the guys are downstairs at Pam’s. She said something about ‘welcome to the apartment’ free pizza ritual.”

“You go on. I don’t feel like it.”

She looked like she wanted to insist, then decided against it. “If you change your mind, don’t forget your sweater. It’s a chilly evening.”

After Madison left, you couldn’t bear to lay in the bed. The crack in the ceiling was twisting your heart. Outside, the sky was darkening quickly, earlier than it should have.

Walking into the kitchen, you filled the coffee pot with water. Just as you were about to place it onto the machine, the doorbell rang. You knew in your gut who it was, just the way one knows what's coming when the sea starts to recede.

Sam looked distraught. Gone was the carefully concealed blank look from the day before. Today, he had abandoned all attempts to hide his emotions. He wasn’t dressed for work either. Just jeans and plaid, with a bunch of papers rolled in his hands.

Without a word you stepped aside to let him in. Sam sat down on the sofa, looking about himself as if hoping that someone or something would save him from what was about to happen. Again, you simply knew.

“I messed up bigtime, didn’t I?” You whispered, taking a seat opposite him.

Sam, who was decidedly staring at the floor, shook his head. “You didn’t mess up anything, Y/N. You-” His voice broke and he visibly made an effort to speak again. “You tried harder than anyone should’ve had to… and God, this is going to kill me.”

“What is…?”

Sam braced himself. “I love you, Y/N. You have to know that. I would gamble my life away without a second’s thought if it meant I could spend even some of it with you as truly yours. To have you in my arms and not think about whether it’s the right thing to do. But I can’t gamble away Max’s life like that. He’s suffered so much already. I can’t have him start believing with all his heart that you’ll be his mother only for you to compromise. Worse, if a few months down the line, you decide you don’t want to do this, he’ll be shattered. I can’t do that to my boy.”

A single tear rolled down your cheek.

“I know you love him. I’d have to be blind not to see that. But I don’t know if you can love him without a doubt in your mind. I don’t want you to have to adjust into a mother’s role for him, if you aren’t ready. I know you- the guilt of it won’t let you breathe. And asking you to do that just so I could live out my fantasy of a perfect family… won’t be fair to you or Max.”

He flattened the papers in his hand on the table before you. One word glared out of it, strong and bold- Divorce.

He took a ragged breath, then spoke in a fragile voice. “It’s still your decision to make- whether you want to sign these papers or not. If you do, we’ll walk out of your life this time. I haven’t committed beyond this semester to Stanford- another month. Take that time and decide what you really want.”

None of it was surprising you. Not his words, not his actions. Just like that tsunami, you had seen this coming the moment you didn’t respond to Max’s call. Still, the words weren’t sinking in. They were floating in the space between you and him.

“I promised to wait for you… I promised to give you all the time you needed,” he whispered. “That was a selfish promise. There’s nothing else for me now except that wait… but I can’t drag Max along.”

You mutely watched him draw out a pen from his pocket and start flipping through the pages, signing them as he went. The hard matt shadow of the pen scratched at the illusion like quality of the situation. The on and off gold glint pushed at the awareness further. You knew that pen. You knew that it was partly made up of obsidian and you knew the inscription on it- It’s not time to worry yet - Atticus Finch

Sam closed the papers shut and put the pen back in his pocket. You saw him swallow hard and raise one hand towards you in yearning, longing, before rigidly bringing it back to himself. He might have said something more, softly, eyes roving your face, but the words didn’t register, just the utter helplessness in his voice. With one last look, he got up from the chair and left.

The door banging on the frame made you flinch.

It’s not time to worry yet.

We’ll walk out of your life this time.

Drops were beginning to fall on the balcony outside, getting bigger, hitting faster, water dripping down on your carpet through the open window. You sat there, looking at the papers in front of you, not making a move to close the shutters.

The shrill ringing of your phone made you jump up once more. Mechanically, still in a daze, you answered the call.

“Hello. Is this Ms. Y/N Y/L/N?”

A pause.

“Hello?”

You answered. “Yes, speaking.”

The voice said, more relaxed. “I’m Melanie Hawthorn from Acton Griswold. This is regarding your application for the position of a paralegal at our firm. We are very pleased to offer you the said position. Please get in touch with the HR to set up a meeting to discuss the terms of employment. An email with the details is being sent to you shortly. Will you be able to provide me with a tentative date?”

“Ms. Y/L/N?”

“Uh… anytime this week is okay.”

“Thank you. We’ll be in touch.”

*Click*

It’s not time to worry yet.

We’ll walk out of your life this time.

Next second, you grabbed the papers on the table and then you were running, not caring that you were dressed only in your shorts and camisole, not caring that you were bare foot or that it was raining outside- only that with each passing second, Sam was walking away from you.

How many times had you done this to him? Ran away as he watched you go. Once? Twice? Thrice? And yet, here you were unable to bear a single step he took in the other direction. For once in your life you weren’t running away, you were running towards.

Taking the steps two at a time, you ran, almost tripping on the last one, as you passed the safety of the awning and into the thundering rain, your feet slipped on the shabby pavers of the meadow. From here, you could see Sam, slowly walking past the statue, his shoulders were slumped, feet dragging, soaked through and through.

Splashing water with each step, you closed the distance between the two of you. Sam turned around at the last minute. His face made you falter. That was the look of a man who was being burned alive at the stakes. He looked at you and broke down- not tears, but sobs wracking his body. Sam collapsed on the parapet of the statue. The only other time you had seen him lose it completely was in the hospital, telling his brother how he couldn’t face you and tell you that you could never be a mother again. Only you could bring him down on his knees like this- then and now.

Sam put his face in his hands, sobbing into them- lost and broken.

You stood over him, motionless.

“I know why you did it.” The words fell off your lips like cracks of thunder. Maybe low and muted, but with the same devastating power. “I know why you really drafted the papers.”

In your room upstairs, Sam’s defeated eyes had narrated a different story than his words. The words made sense, his reasoning perfectly logical- he wanted to protect his son from a woman who wouldn’t commit to being his mother. Except, you knew Sam. In the past few months, you had re-learned the workings of his soul. He would only pull something this drastic if he firmly believed it to be the only way to do right by both Max and you. No matter if it was at his own expense. The divorce papers weren’t an ultimatum, or a deadline as they appeared to be. They were Sam’s way of offering you an out from this situation with your dignity intact. He was shifting the blame of the failed marriage on himself, ready to face Max’s disappointment and anger, only so you wouldn’t have to live through the guilt of your choice.

Max would see it in black and white. His father had decided to divorce you, just like his father had forbidden him from seeing you after the play-date. Max would yell and curse and be livid, but just like before, he would accept Sam’s decision and eventually forgive him for it. But if Max found out that you were the one unwilling to become his mother, he might never forgive you. With his last act, Sam was sparing you the pain of betraying Max, the pain of seeing the accusal in his eyes. How much exactly did Sam love you? Because this amount of love was unfathomable. It should’ve destroyed his mind!

No one should have to make such a sheer sacrifice for being the good one. No one should have to suffer so much, so quietly. Especially not Sam.

“All these years that we’ve known each other, you’ve never let me thank you,” you said, only determination keeping your voice steady. “Not when you opened doors, or pulled chairs in restaurants, not when you held my hair as I threw up in the toilet at three in the morning because of sickness. You used to tell me we were married and it was your job to look after your wife. You said you weren’t doing me a favour and I stopped thanking you.”

Sam looked up finally, the rain making his tears invisible, but not his anguish.

“Then I saw you here… I can’t possibly tell you how it felt, seeing you in the class. Bumping into you in the corridor and knowing you still use the cologne I gifted, knowing you remembered the taste of my cookies. I was terrified of returning your coat back to you, scared that you’d outright banish me from your life. You brought me home when I was drunk, you pulled me out of the water when I could’ve died and held me through a night of torture. And you didn’t let me thank you for it. It wasn’t a favour, you said. It was your job.”

“But you did me one favour today, Sam Winchester,” you said, getting down on your knee on the coarse ground and holding up the drenched papers to him. “By giving me this, you did me the biggest favour of my life.”

Sam’s face was a mask of shock. You reached out and placed your hand against his cheek. “You showed me exactly what I stood to lose.”

The rain was falling mercilessly now, hitting your skin like shards, running down your bare arms in rivulets.

“Chirp wasn’t the name of our baby… it was the name we gave to our hopes and dreams of the future. I felt that dream die inside me, Sam. I felt him go… and I swear if it wasn’t for you, I would have died that day with him. And that fear… of ever feeling like that again, it kept me under for so long. I was barely there… you kept more of me alive than I did, myself, through that cologne, the pictures… that pen! And you gave me the biggest joy I’ve ever known- that little boy.”

Silent tears glided down Sam’s eyes, still indistinct in the rain. He looked so vulnerable, as if the smallest of winds could shatter him.

“I was scared that I might lose him, Sam. Just like… our first baby. I couldn’t save him, and if anything ever happened to…” you shook your head, refusing to complete that thought. “I would die. Not even you could bring me back then…” Taking in a deep breath you continued. “By handing me the divorce papers, you just reminded me that if you leave with him, I can never lay a claim on Max. I’ll lose him either way… I’ll lose my little Chirp all over again, and I can’t do that. He’s my boy.”

Taking his face in both your hands, you gave him a little shake. “Max is my boy, you understand? He’s my little Chirp.”

“You… You’ll come back?” Sam spoke at last. The disbelief in his voice was painful.

Letting go off his face, you grabbed the wet papers in both your hands and tore them into four pieces. “I’ve been thinking I was jinxed all these years. I was so convinced that I never let your love sway me. But now I can see it’s not true. Because no one who’s jinxed would find someone like you! And I found you twice. I don’t need a damn month to figure this out. I know what I want. I want you! I want us.”

He shook his head, refusing to believe. Afraid to hope again.

You grabbed his face, forced him to look at you again. “I just got a call that I’ve been hired at Acton Griswold. You know what’s the first thing I wanted to do? The only thing I wanted to do? Was to run to you! Just like seven years ago, barefoot in the rain. You make me feel eighteen again.”

You looked him deep in his anguished eyes. “I love you, Sam Winchester. I don’t know how you can’t see that. It’s in the whisper of my every breath, the subtext to my every word. And we… we’re still a lot like us, aren’t we? No, we’re better. We have Max now. We’re a family. Please… Please believe me.”

Sam slipped on the ground next you, on his knees and pulled you to him, crushing your lips against his. His strong arms corded against your back, slipping and sliding against the wet silk of your tank top. It had turned transparent, clinging to your body.

“I believe you,” he whispered desperately against your lips. “God, I believe you.”

You tangled your fingers in his wet hair, kissing him like your life depended on it, the worry, uncertainties, ebbing away from your body, a fierce, wild joy replacing it.

“Say it, say it again, please,” Sam begged in a coarse, broken voice, but it wasn't hopeless anymore. It was ringing with the same ferocity that you felt.

“I love you, Sam. I love you so much.”

He made an animalistic sound and grabbed you by the hips, pulling you impossibly close, his lips fast and urgent against yours.

Someone whistled loudly from behind.

Breaking off the kiss, you turned in the circle of Sam’s arms to see Kevin standing under the stilted awning of the building with a shit eating grin on his face. Others were slowly coming out from Pam’s apartment.

You ignored him, threw your arms around Sam once more and began kissing him. He didn’t let go of you either… not until a shiver ripped through your body. As the high of the adrenalin came down, you suddenly began to feel the cold. Sam tightened his grip on you.

“Oye! Get a room, you two!” Meg shouted. “C’mon, now! Keep it PG 13.”

“Don’t let go,” you pleaded.

“Not a chance,” said Sam. He put a hand under your knee and in one fluid motion hefted you into his arms, not breaking off the kiss.

More cat calls and hoots followed in the background. You could hear Jack howling with laughter, as Sam walked back towards the building carrying you.

“Oh, enough staring at those two,” Kevin said. “C’mon, get out there in the rain. You know the rules. Everyone who loses the bet has to get wet. That’s all of you bitches except Maddie and me. Out now!”

He’d won the bet after all.

Pam blew a raspberry at him and climbed down the steps just as Sam passed her.

“Ah, the sweet, sweet taste of vindication,” Kevin gloated.

“Ah, the acrid, acrid stench of snobbery,” Meg hissed, following Pam. “Don’t go back to the flat anytime soon, Maddie.”

You were hardly paying any attention, as Sam walked you up all the way to your flat. Once inside, you barely made it to the bathroom, before he had you pinned against the wall, lips still urgent, hands roving under your wet camisole. The sight of his closed eyes, the wetness of the rain and tears still clinging to his lashes was like a slow fire inside of you, burning low but not easing- the sweetest of torments. His fingers found the buckle of your bra and you felt him fumble with it, then hesitate.

You grabbed his hand behind your back and held it there. “Don’t stop. Please…”

“Y/N…” He groaned, the need acute to the point of a primal hunger in his eyes. You could see yourself in his lust-blown, dark irises- barely recognising that girl or the hoarseness of her voice as she begged. “Please.”

That was all Sam needed as he grabbed the edge of your top and tore it apart into shreds. At the same time you pushed back his shirt, and then tugged at the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Sam didn’t waste another minute before pulling you back into a kiss. He tasted like the wildness of the rain and the bitterness of coffee.

You reached out behind you to unbuckle the bra and let it fall to the ground. Sam shuddered when you leaned into him next. skin touching to skin- wet and slick. “Y/N…”

He hoisted you on top of the bathroom counter. His hand slid down from your shoulders, over your breast, the thumb skating right across it and then further below into your shorts. You looked at him in the moment- a short second, an eternity- saying everything you ever wanted to without a word, listening to everything he wanted to say without a word.

“I need you…” you whispered, head rolling back, chest heaving with loud, ragged breaths, as his pants fell to the floor in a heap of wet denim. He hooked his thumb into the waistband of your shorts and underwear, and tugged them down your legs in one motion.

He put his forehead against yours, catching a breath, bracing himself. This was it. Moulding his lips against your, and biting down on the bottom lip, he pushed inside.

A whimper left your lips, the corners of your eyes starting to sting again. He was as essential to your existence as breath itself was to living.

It was hard and fast and desperate- your teeth scraping against his ears and jaw, fingers digging into his back, and biting his shoulders to muffle the screams. You didn’t say anything coherent except wanting him to go harder and faster… and being ecstatic when he did. You lost count of the number of times you called out his name- in yearning, in commands, in pleas and in prayers till you were both a tangle of bodies on the floor of the bathroom, coming down from the high together.

The rain splattered on the glass panes and you held on to him… letting go now would be a sin. You didn’t know how long you stayed there. Eventually Sam lifted you again, walking you into the shower. Still together, the shower barely lasted five minutes. Once on the bed, he would have let you rest, but you didn’t have it in you to be separated from him now. It would cause physical pain.

So, you drew him back upon yourself. This time it was slow… lazy, languid... relearning the patterns and shapes of each other. You memorised the exact curve of his lips, the hardness of his abs, running your fingers through the soft smattering of hair on his chest.

As for Sam? He was treating you like a mirage that could disappear any given instance now. It broke your heart that the slight wildness in his eyes wasn’t giving way to his usual calmth. The vulnerability of his every move made you want to weld yourself to him, body and soul, so he would never feel this way again- as if he was living on borrowed luck, that anytime now this could be snatched away from him.

You must have told him you loved him several times in the course of the hour, and yet, each time you said it, you felt his heart jump up in his chest under your fingers. Sam. Your Sam.

It must’ve been hours later, when you heard the main door of the flat open and close. Your room was submerged in darkness, neither of you willing to move away first.

With a sigh, you raised yourself on your elbow to turn on the light, it bathed Sam in a warm glow. Bending down, you kissed the tip of his pointed nose, and then his eyelids, one by one.

“Max?” You said.

Sam cleared his throat before speaking. “He’s staying over at Jody’s.”

You frowned.

“I wasn’t expecting to be in any shape to look after him tonight,” he explained. “It would’ve been me and a bottle of scotch. Couldn’t have him see that.”

You kissed the hollow under his neck this time. “Will you do something for me?”

“Anything,” he promised.

“Don’t tell Max. I want to be the one to tell him.”

His galaxy eyes melted. “Of course. Whatever you want.”

“So you can stay tonight?”

“If you want me to.”

It occurred to you that this wasn’t a one time thing. This was the rest of your life now. Sam was your husband. You had the right to keep him here with you for today and everyday. No more sneaking around, no more doubts. Just you, him and your little boy.

A surprised giggle bubbled up your lips and soon turned out into full laughter, tears rolling along the sides of your eyes.

“Something funny, Mrs. Winchester?” Sam asked, amused, his eyes soft.

You shook your head, burying your face in his chest. “Nothing. I love you.”

His heart skipped a beat again. You felt lips ghost over your hair.

“I love you, too, Darling. More than life.”

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A/N 2: Sometimes one hard push is necessary to make people realise just what they might lose out on. I’ve edited and re-edited this chapter so many times, I’ve lost the count. It was the make it or break it chapter. It had to be worth it.

Hope you guys liked it as much I do <3

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unickwork · 3 years ago

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Rashmika Mandanna: Can’t Wait to Get on the Sets of Pushpa 2 With Allu Arjun

Rashmika Mandanna became a household name with her latest outing Pushpa: The Rise with Allu Arjun (Image: Instagram) Rashmika Mandanna’s latest outing Pushpa: The Rise opposite Allu Arjun has reportedly garnered over 300 crores at the box office News18.com Last Updated: January 24, 2022, 11:43 IST FOLLOW US ON: Rashmika Mandanna has become a household name with her latest outing Pushpa: The…

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news-chhondomela · 4 years ago

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AA21: Allu Arjun’s next is with Koratala Shiva

Written by Manoj Kumar R | Bengaluru | Published: July 31, 2020 1:51:43 pm

Allu Arjun’s next film will be directed by Koratala Shiva.

Telugu actor Allu Arjun on Friday announced his next project, which will be directed by Koratala Siva.

“Very much elated to announce my next film #AA21 with Koratala Shiva garu . Been looking…

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bloggvalley · 4 years ago

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AA21: Allu Arjun’s next is with Koratala Shiva

Written by Manoj Kumar R | Bengaluru | Published: July 31, 2020 1:51:43 pm

Allu Arjun’s next film will be directed by Koratala Shiva.

Telugu actor Allu Arjun on Friday announced his next project, which will be directed by Koratala Siva.

“Very much elated to announce my next film #AA21 with Koratala Shiva garu . Been looking forward for this for quiet a while . My best wishes to Sudakar…

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#entertainment #Telugu

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tamizhcinemalover · 4 years ago

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நடிகர் சூர்யாவின் பிறந்த நாளுக்காக அவர்கள் ரசிகர்கள் செய்த பிரம்மாண்டம் ஒவ்வொரு ரசிகனுக்கும் தனது அபிமான நடிகரின் பிறந்த நாள் என்றால் அது அவர்களுக்கு ஒரு சிறப்பு மிகு நாள்தான். தங்களது அன்பை வெளிபடுத்த ரசிகர்கள் ஏதேனும் புதிதான முயற்சிகளை செய்து அவரது விருப்பமான நடிகரின் பிறந்தநாளை கொண்டாடுவர். நடிப்பிலும், அறச்செயலிலும் முதன்மையாக இருந்து வரும் நடிகர் சூர்யாவின் பிறந்தநாள் வருகிர 23 ஜூலை அன்று ரசிகர்களால் கொண்டாடப்படுகிறது. அவரது பிறந்த நாளை உலகமுழுவதும் தெரியப்படுத்த அவரது ரசிகர்கள் விரும்பினர். அதற்காக முதன் முறையாக இந்தியாவில் பிரபலங்களாக விளங்கும் தயாரிப்பாளர்கள், இயக்குனர்கள், நடிகர்கள், நடிகைகள், இசைய��ைப்பாளர்கள், ஒளிப்பதிவாளர்கள், படத்தொகுப்பாளர்கள், பாடலாசிரியர்கள் என 115 பிரபலங்களை ரசிகர்கள் தொடர்பு கொண்டு நடிகர் சூர்யாவின் பிறந்தநாள் போஸ்டரை (CDP) அவரவர்களின் சமூக வலைதளத்தில் வெளியிடவைத்து உலகமே அறியும் வகையில் பிரம்மாண்டப் படுத்தியுள்ளனர். சூர்யா பிறந்த நாள் போஸ்டர் (CDP) வெளியிட்டவர்கள் விவரம்: 1• D Imman 2• Sam CS 3• Sean Roldan 4• Govind Vasantha 5• Justin Prabhakaran 6• Arrol Corelli 7• Vishal Chandrashekhar 8• Mervin 9• Leon James 10• Vivek 11• Gnakaravel 12• Arunbharathi 13• K U Karthik 14• Shiva Rajkumar 15• S Thanu 16• Gnanavel Raja 17• Rajasekar Pandian 18• S. R. Prabhu 19• Guneet Monga 20• Suraj 21• Simran 22• Arya 23• Aditi Rao Hydari 24• B. Sakthivelan 25• Abinaya 26• Allu Sirish 27• Pradeep Machiraju 28• Sundeep Kishan 29• Harish Shankar 30• Lakshmi Manchu 31• Raashi Khanna 32• Vivek Kuchibhotla 33• Sathya Dev 34• T Santhosh 35• Brahmaji 36• Anand Deverkonda 37• Lokesh Kanagaraj 38• Aparna Balamurali 39• Nikhila Vimal 40• Antony Varghese Pepe 41• Govind Padmasoorya 42• Chandhunadh G 43• Shine Tom Chacko 44• Bineesh Bastin 45• Sibiraj 46• Shakti Soundar Rajan 47• Nikki Galrani 48• Sathish 49• Antony 50• Eesha Rebba 51• Rana Daggubati 52• ERA. Saravanan 53• Halitha Shameem 54• J. J Frederick 55• Nelson Venkatesan 56• S Y Gowthamraj 57• Venkat Prabhu 58• Regina Cassandra 59• Premgi Amaren 60• Nidhhi Agerwal 61• Vignesh Shivan 62• Halitha Shameem 63• Jacki 64• Prasanna 65• Samuthurakani 66• Harish Kalyan 67• Soori 68• Ashok Selvan 69• Sasi Kumar 70• Pandiraj 71• Vikram K Kumar 72• Bramma 73• Arunraja Kamalraj 74• Yashika Aannand https://www.instagram.com/p/CCkjZ-SH_o3z1C3trijPQsTM7hURBV-6N0pGwc0/?igshid=1vdoxcq4xer6o

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sheet-music-for-teachers-school · 5 years ago

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Shriya Saran challenges Allu Arjun and other actors to do THIS; Reveals why she married Andrei Koscheev - PINKVILLA - #do #actors #actors #aePiot

Shriya Saran challenges Allu Arjun and other actors to do THIS; Reveals why she married Andrei Koscheev - PINKVILLA

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