#bheem is in the crowd

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Alternative flogging scene.. Don’t… ask… why …. (But blame the discord server and @luxshine… she made me)

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WIP Wednesday 9/10/24: All progress

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@zyrafowe-sny @eriquin

Losing the young Gond from the revolutionary meeting was a huge blunder. The man has proven elusive ever since and all my other leads have been dead ends. Captain Greene expects an update report within the next 48 hours and I am no closer to the Gond Shepherd today than I had been weeks ago. This morning, I even lost Lacchu's sketch that I had been carrying. A careless mistake!

What was he thinking again?

@whimsicalmeerkat @kallisto-k @quietly-sleeping @adhdavinci @stonemaskedtaliesin

"Raju!"

"And ask yourself." The whispered words poured into his ear like acid eating away at his skin. "Where does it end?"

"It has," he said, and was that the acrid taste of venom on his tongue? "Hasn't it?"

"It has barely begun." Blood. Blood. Blood. And thorns.

"What?"

At the end, it was not the noose snaking over his neck that ended him. It was the water storming around him.

"Raju!"

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@aparticularbandit @lizhly @sourb0i @asha10100101010

Kneel. Kneel. All he had to do was make Bheem kneel and then it would be over. The torture would end, their bloodlust would be sated. Ram had the power, he could end this. He could make this swift and relatively bloodless. Bheem need not suffer any more than he absolutely had to.

(But did he have to at all?)

"Kneel down."

Nothing. Bheem said nothing, Bheem did nothing. Not so much as a muscle in his body twitched. He simply stared ahead, somewhere into the crowd, the rage in his eyes as quiet as a brewing thunderstorm.

@wizisbored

They came for him before the first light of dawn had touched the sky. His wounds burned harsh, and his heart burned harsher. But there was no respite, not for him, not now, maybe not ever.

@post-and-out @kalira @auburnlaughter @somefishycat @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin

A breath. A second. Another.

The nausea in his gut roiled, the sensation greeting him like an old friend. He turned, his movements lethargic, his limbs weighed down by invisible leads. He faced the edge just in time to taste the acid at the back of his throat before the bitter contents gushed past his lips. There was not much to be thrown up, save for a mouthful of pale yellow fluids. Ram could barely remember the last full meal he has had since… since…

("Stop eating! Leave now.")

Another bout of dry retching, and he was left with burning lungs and tender muscles.

He scratched his palm. The wounds had long stopped bleeding, the healing evident in the crusted blood and the dull scabs over the splits. Ram sighed. Disappointment, another one of his old friends.

[friend-shaped-but]

I like to think Hidimbi was jacked af

YES SHE WAS AND I LOVE THOSE TWO SO MUCH. FAVE HET SHIP APART FROM IG SHALAKA X SHIKHANDI(which imo is more homemade)

Yk a cool thing I do? In his head, Bheem refers to hidimba as his lover. And Draupadi as his beloved.

Listen I have 2 hidimbaa wips no scratch that I have 3 and I'm gonna take this ask as an excuse to talk about them.

Beginning era, where it's just them falling in love. Age gap trope. Bheem is younger. Dogri Hidimbaa. Eldritch Hidimbaa. Hidimbaa so jacked bheem is smol and pookie by her standards. Starts crackily, Ends angstily. She wolf whistled. He looked back only once, only to see her tired smile as she held ghatotkach in one arm. She waved at him. "Don't shed tears for me, pretty boy!" she shouted. She was not following her own advice, bheem thought from her tone of voice. He swallowed the lump in his throat and waved at her only once before disappearing into the valley.

Hidimba and Draupadi meet. No cannibalism arc bcos we hate that shit. Gharjawai ghatotkach who stays with mauravi. Mauravi is suspiciously like bheem. "You'd like your brother, I think," Bheem said. "How old is he?" "He was fifteen when I had to leave," "And now?" "Must be about twenty two or so," "Baby!!!" Ghatotkach squealed.

Bheem visits hidimba in the forest after the war. Slowly, the crowd dissipated, only Hidimba left before the dying fire. She didn’t scream or cry or weep. He thought she would curse him, but even that would have been preferable compared to her icy calm. He thought she would wail, and he deserved it. He deserved everything she threw at him, and it still wouldn’t be enough to absolve him. He finally felt brave enough to approach her.  Sitting down beside her, he picked up a stick, trying to poke and rekindle the fire with it. But before he could, a hand on his arm stopped him.  “Let it be,” She sighed. “There’s no use trying to rekindle something that has already been extinguished.”     “Forgive me, Hidimba, I-” “I have, Bheem,” She said softly, her brown eyes boring into his soul. “It is the only reason you are alive,”

[rrr-is-gay]

Attended my first real-life RRR screening in a sold out theater and MY GOD it was a blast. Super weird to watch it with that many str8 people tho; so many cheers for Bheem & Jenny. 🥴 But whatever, it was just an amazing feeling to be in the same room with a few hundred people who also scream and yell and shit themselves when Bheem & Ram first meet, when Naatu Naatu starts, when the animals are unleashed onto the governor’s palace, and when Bheem rescues Ram from jail. One of the best crowd pops was actually when Ram gets impaled by a tree, literally every single person in the theater groaned out loud. It was a religious experience. My heart is so full!!!!!

[tasavvur-e-jaana]

Jhumka gira re

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The main street running through the bazaar was crowded with people, the enlightened lanterns in each shop giving a rustic, festive look to the arena. The aroma of hot jalebis, sweets, and other savoury dishes dispersed with the dhup (incense) scent of various flowers which the shopkeepers lit to keep the mosquitoes and other insects away. The cacophony of the mingled sounds did not appear as bothersome to the two people swimming through the ocean of men, women, and children alike. 

Bheem was walking at a leisurely pace, unlikely for him, mostly because he was almost stopping at each halwai’s shop to take in the delicious aroma of the frying oils and mouthwatering delicacies. His legs halted at one such foodstall where the man was frying fresh jalebies, catering to a small crowd which had accumulated at the shop. Bheem saw the halwai - he was wearing a typical white dhoti with a vest and a gamcha on his shoulders which he was using every 10 seconds to wipe off the sweat from being near the big-ass, hot kadhai as he was pouring the batter and frying the jalebis in perfect little concentric circles. The curly haired man could just stand there and watch the process for hours. 

He donned a thick moustache, with furry brows which were concentrated on the action as he was humming an old song while working. Much to Bheem’s delight, he was healthy, the belly trying to defy the confines of the vest. Not to be offensive, but Bheem thought that the best of the halwais have to be on the healthier side, because then it meant that they really loved to eat and feed people. They truly would be passionate about it. 

“Kya mol hai jalebi ka?” (What price is the jalebi?) He asked. 

“Teen aana ser!” (Three aanas for 1.250 kg.) The guy answered. 

“Hmm…Bhabhi tum-” (Sister-in-law would you…) The older man turned to find his companion missing. His initial reaction was to panic, of course. Before he could have a tiny heart attack, fortunately he spotted his companion at a shop two shops away, standing far behind, at a shop of jewellry. 

The man heaved a sigh of relief as he skipped back, telling the halwai that he will be back. 

Seetha was staring, stiff as a statue at a pair of jhumkas hanging by the side. They were beautiful, oxidised silver maybe, with typical dome-like shape with intricately woven metal design and small ghunghroos in the periphery of the hemispherical structure. They shone just the right amount when the light of the lanter fell on them, making them look sparkly. 

She did not realise she had screeched to a halt dreaming about how they would look on her, until a hand on her elbow shook her out of the reverie. “Ohh! Bheem! Maaf karna mujhe main-” (Oh, I apologise I-)

“Kya hua? Tum achanak aise ruk gayi.” (What happened? You just stopped here?) Bheem looked at her, his worry morphing into concern as he caught glimpse of tears at the corner of her eyes. “Bhabhi, sab theek?” (Bhabhi, sab thik?) he asked gently. 

Seetha shook her head, conjuring up an instant smile. “Han bilkul! Chalo! Tumhe mila kuchh khane ke liye? Mili koi jagah jahan ki khusboo mein woh kashish ho?” (Yes, of course! Come on! Did you find something suiting your tastes? Did you finally find the shop where the aroma was intoxicating as you desired?) She teased, but the grin did not reach her eyes. 

Bheem thought for a moment how to approach her, having seen her line of sight where she had been viewing, still as a statue, with desire in her dark brown orbs. Maybe she wanted to buy something for herself? But he had never seen her wearing something fancy, mostly bare minimum with the most bland shades and simple attire. 

He stepped forward and took the same pair which Seetha had been eyeing in his hands, not taking it off the stand. “Kitna khubsoorat hai na ye jhumka?” (How beautiful is this earring, isn’t it?)

“Han! J    enny par khoob jachega. Uske liye le rahe ho?” (Yes! It will look magnificient on Jenny. You are thinking of buying for her, right?)

Ughh! She was more stubborn than his anna. However, the gond man was not the one to back off, and neither he was the one to mince his words. They were close enough now, after months of friendship and working in close quarters. “Main tumhare liye keh raha hoon!” (I was asking for you!) his voice took a slightly stern note. 

To his irritation, Seetha only laughed. “Tumne kabhi pehle mujhe iss tarah ke gehne pehne hue dekha hai?” (You’re being silly. Have you ever seen me in such fancy stuff before? This is too much.)

“Iska matlab yeh thode hi hai ke tum kabhi pehno hi nahi?” (That doesn’t mean you cannot wear it ever.)

“Bheem! Rehne do. Tum agar lena chaho, toh Jenny ke liye le sakte ho, warna chalo aage. Waqt zaya nahi karte fizool baaton aur fizool kharchi mein.” (Bheem! Leave it. If you want to buy it for Jenny, then please do. Or else let us not spend time on unimportant things and waste money.)

“Seetha! Uff! Tum-” (Seetha! Uff! You-)

“Kya?” (What?) she raised her voice a bit as well. “Main kya? Kuchh ghalat kaha maine?” (Me what? Tell me how am I in the wrong here.) She regretted the anger instantly, which deflated like a pack of cards, “Main us tarah ki ladki nahi hoon…” (I am not a girl who…)

But bheem was really irked now. “KIS TARAH KI LADKI NAHI HO? Jo apne liye koi bhi wo cheez na kharide jo use pasand hai? Jo kabhi apne kiye ek pal bhi na soche? Jo-” The man clenched his jaw shut because the next sentence he was going to say would have been extremely inappropriate. 

(A GIRL WHO WHAT? The one who does not buy a pretty thing forherself once in a while? The one who does not think about her happiness? The one-)

“Jo kya? Batao Bheem! Jo kya?” (The one who what? Finish the sentence Bheem!)

“Nahi.” (No.)

“Thik hai, main kehti hoon jo tumhare mann mein tha.” her tone went eerily calm. “Jo kisi ki mangetar ko kar bhi vidhva ke jaise jee rahi ho. Yahi kehna chahte the na?” 

(Fine. Let me finish it for you. The one who has a living, breathing fiance but still chooses to dress like a widow. This is what you wanted to say, didn’t you?)

“NAHI!” (NO!) He denied outright. Seetha glared at him. “Umm- bilkul un shabdon mein nahi.” He added sheepishly. “Lekin main yeh zaroor kahunga, ke iss tarah apni har ek hasrat ka gala ghotne ki zaroorat nahi hai.”

(Umm- not in those exact words. But I will say this, that don’t squish your desires like a bug in the night. There is no need.)

Seetha smiled at her companion. It was a short-lived, tiny smile. “Bheem, sach kahun?” He nodded his head. “Ab aadat si ho gai hai. Meri sari sakartmakta, mera vishwas, mera dridh nishchay, mera vishwas ke hum jeetenge, mera junoon, sab Ram ko sambhalne mein vyay ho gaya hai. Uske jaane ke baad bhi usi ke liye jiya. Uske na hone ka ehsaas jo pal pal mujhe khaaye jaa raha tha- Bheem! Tumne uske Dilli se likhe gaye khat nahi padhe, jab wo wahan bilkul akela tha. Main…” She brushed away a tear. “Main tumhari bohot bohot shukraguzaar hoon ke tum uski zindagi mein aaye.” 

(Bheem, may I be honest? It has become a habit now. All my positivity, my optimism, my perseverance, and my belief that we will win- all has been spent up on Ram. Even after he left, it felt like I was only living for him. This absence chipped away at me minute by minute- Bheem! You have not read the letters he sent from Dilli which he sent when he was utterly and completely alone. I… I am so very grateful to you that you found him and came in his life when you did.)

This time, her smile was genuine, grateful. Although Bheem was glad, the gratefulness did not settle well with him. Seetha should not be thanking him! They were in the middle of the bazaar and even though Bheem wanted to know more, and knock sense into his friend- very literally, this was not the right time and place. All the curly haired man knew was he was buying Seetha the pair. And one for Jenny too, he already had his heart set on the one next to it. 

Just as he turned to ask the shopkeeper how much they cost, there was another young man, his hands clasped with a young woman, radiating joy who asked to see that particular pair. “Ji woh…” (Umm those-) Bheem started politely, with Seetha behind him, “Woh darasal main khareed raha hoon. Aap koi aur kyun nahi le lete?” (Actually I am buying those. Why don’t you look for another pair?) 

The guy seemed disappointed. “Lekin Shobha, meri mangetar ko ye sab se zyada pasand hain.” he tried to argue. (But Shobha, my fiancee, she has her heart set on them of all!)

“Bheem!” A hand landed on his arm. “Theek hai. Shayad mere nasib mein nahi hain ye jhumke. Bhaisahab aap hi le lijiye.” (It’s okay. They are not for me anyway. Please you buy them for your fiancee.) She glanced at the couple, giddy in each others presence, and she could sense the love radiating off them in waves. A cloud of sorrow shrouded her once more and her face fell in defeat. It all happened in an instance and Bheem, in this moment, only wanted to run back to the village and punch Ram in the face. A couple of times at least. 

 “Dekhiye main yeh apni bhabhi ke liye khareed raha hoon, meri iltija hai aapse ke aap koi aur dekh lein.” (Look! I am buying this for my sister-in-law. I really beg you to reconsider.) The man looked at his fiance once who gestured it was okay. He shrugged, “Thik hai!” (Fine.)

“Aapka bohot bohot shukriya!” (Thank you! Thank you so much!)

“Bheem! Kya kar rahe ho?” (What are you doing, Bheem?)

“Main khareed raha hoon yeh tumhare liye.” (I am buying them for you.)

“Iski koi zarurat nahi.” (No.)

“Hai! Tum meri bhabhi ho, kya ye rishta koi maayne nahi rakhta?” (YES! You are like a sister to me! Does that no mean anything to you?) The puppy eyes were at full attack. 

“Maine tumse kya kaha tha?” (What did I say to you about this?) Seetha stood there, crossing her hands. 

“Meri ye harketein sirf Ram aur Jenny par kaam karti hain!” (That the puppy eyes and emotional blackmail works only on Ram and Jenny.) He pouted. Seetha smiled at his adorable nature. “Lekin main sahi mein tumhe tohfa dena chahta hoon. Main ek Jenny ke liye bhi le raha hoon.” (But I really do want to gift you these. I am buying one for Jenny too!)

“Bohot khushnaseeb hai woh ladki!” (That girl is the luckiest!)

“Kya Ram kabhi tumhare liye-” (What? Ram never- for you?) Seetha shook her head. “Woh kehta hai tumhe jo chahiye tum khud laa sakti ho. Meri kya zaroorat hai?” (Well, he says I can buy whatever I need or want for myself. There is not need for him to be there.)

“Ughh!! Nihaayati bewakoof hain wo! Ghar pohonch kar unki khabar leta hoon main.” (He really is the dumbest person! I will knock some sense into him when we get home.)

Seetha chuckled out loud. It was the sweetest sound. “Main nahi rokungi tumhe!” (I would not stop you.) She jested. 

“Thik hai. Toh tay raha. Hum ghar jaa kar khabar le rahe hain unki.” (Good. Deal. We go home and kick his idiotic ass.)

He turned to the shopkeeper who was busy with other customers. “Bhaisahab, ye jhumke kitne ke diye?” (Mister, how much do these earrings cost?)

“Dedh rupiya pura.” (One and a half rupee.)

“KYA? Itna zyadam dam?” (WHAT? This is too pricey!) Seetha gawked from behind, nonplussed. “Bheem yeh toh bohot mehenge hain. Rehne do, chalo.” (Leave it, Bheem. They are too expensive.)

“Lekin behenji aap karigari to dekhiye. Itni baariq aur safaimand aapko kahin iss mol mein mile toh main dukaan band kar dunga.” (But madam, look at the ornate design. If you find such intricate and polished work elsewhere in these parts, in these prices, I will close my shop.)

Bheem too was stumped. Not only because of the price, but because he wasn’t sure he had that amount on him. They already had done the supply shopping, the heavy bags at the owner’s place which they were going to carry after taking a walk in the bazaar while returning. He quickly took out the remaining amount and counted. It was exactly one and a half rupees left. He would not be able to buy anything for Jenny, or get the jalebis if he got the earrings. 

Seetha peaked into his palm, taking out her own purse. There was only 5 annas left. “Bheem. Mere liye mat lo. Sirf Jenny ke liye hi lete hain.” (Bheem. Let’s just buy something for Jenny.) 

“Nahi! Main pichle mahine hi laya tha uske liye kuchh cheezein.” (No. I bought her some jewllery only last month.) He had made up his mind. The gond man offered the rupee and a half to the shopkeeper. “Ji de dijiye.” (Please, we’ll take it.) Seetha caught his hand. “Bheem!” 

He looked at her with determined gaze in the honey dipped eyes. “Agar tumhare liye zara se bhi pyaar hai mere liye toh aaj nahi rokogi tum mujhe.” (If you love me even a little bit, you will not stop me now.) It did not sound like blackmail. It rang like an ultimatum in the air, hanging between the two - the shopkeeper all the while watching this charade and getting frustrated. 

“Lena hai ya nahi?” (Are you buying them or not?) He finally asked. 

“Bilkul.” (Of course.) Bheem handed him the money. He took the paper wrapped packet and started walking with Seetha in tow. 

“Tumne mol bhaav bhi nahi kiya! Buddhu ho tum!” (You didn’t even bargain! You fool!)

“Tumhari khushi ka woh kya mol lega bhabhi. Dedh rupiya hi toh tha! Magar han, agar mol lagaata toh shayad yeh lazeez jalebiyan kha paata.” (Bhabhi, no one can put a price on your happiness. It was only a rupee and a half. But yes, if I had bargained, we could have left some money for the delicious jalebis.) They had reached the jalebi stall again, the halwai still making the delicacy. 

“Koi baat nahi mere pyare Bheemudu!” (No worries, my Bheemudu!) She linked his hand with her as she dragged him toward the food. “Mere paas abhi bhi 5 aane hain.” (I still have 5 annas left.) The smile Bheem gave her could have blinded a million suns. 

“Are waah!” (YAY!) He perked up immediately. “Itne mein to pet bhar kar dher saari jalebi kha sakte hain hum! Aur le bhi jaayenge sab ke liye…” (This is enough to buy so many jalebis for all of us!)

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@ronaldofandom

[pinkpersonsblog]

Title : Stop It Right Now

Characters : Ram, Bheem

Summary : Bheem and Ram spend a day at the park and eventually Bheem discovers something charming about Ram -- he's very ticklish.

Word count : 1,909

Bheem sat opposite Ram on a blanket as they finished eating their tea sandwiches. They were at their favorite park, simply chatting and enjoying each other’s company. It was crowded with people— strolling and talking to one another, jogging, or walking their dogs.

Bheem took the last bite out of his sandwich and had to resist asking for more, knowing that it was the last one. Ram had made the tea sandwiches and it was Bheem’s first time trying them. He didn’t often eat foreign food, but found he really liked it. He never would have thought that cucumbers and cream cheese could go so well together.

Seeing that Ram had just finished his sandwich as well, Bheem was about to ask if he wanted to go for a walk. But he suddenly noticed something funny. There was some cream cheese and a few crumbs stuck to Ram’s mustache. He could have laughed at his friend being the messy eater he was. It was strangely endearing.

“Ram?” Ram looked at him and Bheem pointed at his own mustache. “Right here. You have something.”

Ram’s eyes widened as he swiped at his mouth, but missed. Bheem tried correcting him, but this time Ram only dabbed at it, leaving a large portion of the mess still on his face.

Bheem rolled his eyes upward at his friend’s ineptitude as he shifted towards him, picking up a napkin. “Here. Let me.”

Ram looked guilty, even hanging his head for a second before allowing him to clean his mess.

Bheem wiped the cream cheese off Ram’s lip carefully, as well as plucking off each crumb one-by-one. Once he was done, he leaned back and grinned. “Even a bib wouldn’t be enough for you. What would you do without me?”

“Probably continue gorging myself” Ram joked, looking slightly embarrassed. “God, I’m such a messy eater sometimes. People never say anything because they’re too nice.”

“Well, I’ll tell you, then,” Bheem said, smirking. “You eat like a pig.”

Ram chuckled. “That I do. Let’s just hope I don’t start oinking at you.”

They were silent for a long moment, looking on as a few people flew kites. They silently watched them raise the kites higher and higher, the colors vibrant against the blue sky. To their right there were some children running around and playing tag. And every now and then a squirrel or two would drop by, running up a nearby tree.

“Such a beautiful day,” Bheem said, turning to smile at Ram. His friend smiled back at him.

“Gorgeous.”

“I know I am,” Bheem teased, making Ram shake with laughter. All the stress seemed to melt from Ram’s face as he laughed, but it wasn’t just that—for the first time, Bheem found he really liked the sound of it. Before he could stop himself, he spoke his mind. “Ram, has anyone ever told you have a nice laugh?”

Ram’s smile froze as he stared at him, running a hand self-consciously in his hair. “Not really. When I was younger, I was told I laugh like Dracula, though, if that counts. So that was a boost to the self-esteem. Hey—don’t laugh at that!” Ram pouted as Bheem failed to suppress his chuckles. “I haven’t thought about that in a while. I’m not really the biggest jokester anyway, so I tended not to laugh much before I—” He stopped, looking bashful as Bheem waited for him to complete his sentence. He looked as though he were about to reveal something private. Then seeming to make up his mind, he continued, “…before I met you.”

Bheem smiled warmly at him, tempted to gush to his friend about how sweet he was, but decided not to embarrass him further. “Aw shucks,” he said simply, a slight blush blooming on his cheeks.

Ram, posing with his chin resting on his hand, fluttering his eyelashes, continued. “Why do you ask, Bheem? Do I have a nice laugh? What about it do you like?”

Bheem’s eyes softened fondly as he relaxed, opening himself up to his friend. He always liked complimenting him since his friend seemed almost reserved and unused to such things. “Yeah, you do. And it’s unique. Kind of funny-sounding.” Seeing Ram’s expression contort into a frown as he leaned back, he couldn’t resist teasing him a bit. “Like as if you were about to grab hold of my neck and sink your fangs into it.”

“You rascal,” Ram admonished, slapping him playfully. He still laughed, though, Bheem was pleased to note.

“I vant to suck your blood,” Bheem joked slightly menacingly as he reached out and brushed a hand across Ram’s stomach, grazing it playfully. To his surprise, Ram flinched and giggled in such a high-pitched tone, it was a strange sound coming from him. He protectively covered his abdomen with his hands, shoving Bheem’s fingers away. Bheem had never touched him there before, at least not in such a way that could elicit a reaction like that from him. It somehow made Bheem’s stomach flip upside down.

Bheem suddenly had an idea—a mischievous one, at that. He felt a bit shy in asking for some reason, so instead he felt like it’d be better to take action. Besides, the element of surprise was almost always rewarding. So once the time was right, when Ram was distracted, he stretched his arms widely and used that moment to scoot closer. So he could go in for the kill-- which he did by reaching out and poking his sides.

Ram cried out and scrambled away from him, hands protectively shooting to his sides. The way that he’d cried out was quite shaky—as though the sensation was too much for him to handle. But Bheem felt that his reaction was just what he was looking for. And it had answered his silent question – Ram was ticklish. Maybe even quite sensitive, based on his reaction.

“Don’t do that,” Ram warned him, going so far as to point at him critically as he gathered his composure, shifting so he was facing Bheem.

As Bheem scooted himself slightly away from Ram, he couldn’t help but feel giddy anticipation rush through him. He hadn’t had a tickle fight with someone in many years—not since he was a child— and he wanted to have one with Ram. He wanted to make him forget all his worries, laugh with abandon, and just have fun. He liked seeing his friend’s youthful side emerge and watching him come out of his shell was always a treat. He loved Ram so much.

Ram seemed to read the look in his eyes as he tried covering himself protectively with his hands. “Don’t you dare, Bheem,” he threatened, but the way he sounded when he said it...well, it sure sounded like a dare.

So Bheem shifted closer to his friend, and in turn, Ram, giggling nervously, shifted further away and off the blanket onto the grass.

“Not another inch or I’ll kill you…” Ram threatened.

Of course, that only impassioned Bheem further...before Ram could stand up and make a getaway, Bheem pounced on his friend, his fingers viciously trailing all over his sides, poking at him mercilessly. He somehow managed to overpower Ram, who was instantly reduced to cackles, laughing like a maniac as he struggled to escape his clutches. Ram even tried tickling him in return, but the joke was on him – Bheem actually wasn’t ticklish at all.

Bheem felt devilish as he continued tickling Ram, grinning the entire time. He could feel eyes on them from his right – some parkgoers had probably stopped to stare at them. He should have been a bit embarrassed, being a grown man tickling another grown man publicly – so childishly—but he didn’t care. He loved extracting giggles from his friend— now a broken mess lying in a heap beneath him, pleading, begging for him to stop. Ram’s teary eyes were so desperate, but that desperation only fueled Bheem’s desire to see him at his most powerless. Every time Ram tried crawling out of his reach, Bheem would take hold of his wrist and pull him back, never letting him get too far.

Bheem discovered that Ram was especially ticklish on his sides, as he’d gasp when Bheem’s fingers grazed them. It amazed him that he’d never discovered such a thing before, simply because he’d never thought to tickle him in the past. It was like he’d uncovered a great secret about his friend, one that had always lain right before his eyes.

“Bheem! Bheem, please,” Ram wheezed as Bheem had him straddled beneath him, tickling him feverishly. “I’m going to pee...I’m going to—”

But Bheem was so carried away that he was hardly paying attention to what Ram was saying. He felt he was going insane himself—full of glee and ecstasy as it’d been so long since he’d felt like a kid. Even as Ram begged him “STOP RIGHT NOW PLEASE”, Bheem only stopped after being concerned that he might actually make Ram pee or injure himself from laughing too hard. He eventually shifted off his friend’s body and sat beside him, laughing himself. He felt lightheaded with joy.

Ram panted heavily beside him, clearly exhausted from the bout of laughter he’d succumbed to. Bheem smiled warmly over at him, feeling content to just sit there with his friend, though feeling a bit guilty for tiring him out like he had.

“You didn’t pee, did you? Sorry I got carried away. It was just too fun.” And I like hearing your laugh, Bheem didn’t say.

“I didn’t, but I almost did, thanks to you and your torturous fingers,” Ram said with a laugh.

“I wish I knew what it felt like,” Bheem admitted, “but I was feeling kind of bad for you towards the end. So I had mercy on you.”

“How gracious of you,” Ram joked. He seemed to think for a minute, as he sat up and looked at Bheem. His lip quirked up at the corner. “It was fun, though. I haven’t been tickled in a very long time. I think the last time was when I was a kid, honestly.” His face grew more serious as he pointed at Bheem playfully. “I just hope next time you’ll listen so I won’t actually accidentally wet myself.”

Bheem ducked his head sheepishly, scratched the side of his face. “Sorry, sorry...like I said, it was the heat of the moment.”

Bheem hadn’t had such fun in ages. And he felt like he had gotten to see a new side of his friend that he’d never seen before. Ram could really stand to laugh more, he thought. It made him so much more endearing than he already was. He loved seeing him happy.

They sat together enjoying their remaining time at the park as a few ducks waddled past. Ram pointing at them and calling them cute. And Bheem agreeing with him. The park was getting less crowded as the sky was darkening, but they would probably stay at least a little bit longer. Just to enjoy the relaxing atmosphere.

Bheem looked forward to the next time he’d get to tickle Ram. He knew his friend was too nice to truly get angry at him for assaulting him with tickles. But he also could tell that he really did like it despite having lost control of himself like he did.

It was sweet.

[enigma-the-mysterious]

You could say that the crowd went wild after Bheem dropped his banger xD

komuram bheemudo

[clearholidaysindia]

Bheem Pather Waterfall Tourist Spot in Bir billing, Himachal Pradesh

Bheem Pather Waterfall is a stunning gem located in Himachal Pradesh, India. This beautiful waterfall flows down rocky cliffs and is surrounded by lush green forests, making it a perfect spot for nature lovers. Visitors can enjoy the sound of cascading water and the cool mist in the air. If you are searching for offbeat places near Bheem Pather Waterfall, this destination offers a peaceful retreat away from the crowds, ideal for a relaxing getaway.

One of the best places to visit near Bheem Pather Waterfall is the village of Bir Billing. This village is famous for its paragliding, offering thrilling adventures and breathtaking views of the Himalayas. You can soar through the skies and enjoy the beauty of the landscape from above. Besides paragliding, Bir is home to several Tibetan monasteries, where you can learn about the local culture and enjoy the serene environment.

Another nearby attraction is Kangra, a town rich in history and natural beauty. Just a short drive from the waterfall, Kangra boasts the impressive Kangra Fort, which offers stunning views of the surrounding area. You can also visit ancient temples and explore local markets to experience the vibrant culture of Himachal Pradesh. With so much to see, the places to visit near Bheem Pather Waterfall ensure that your trip is full of memorable experiences.

[nimi05]

Explore the Magnificent Temples of Delhi

Introduction

Delhi, a city steeped in history and culture, boasts numerous magnificent temples that draw countless visitors from around the globe. You can also think of staying at the hourly hotels in Delhi for convenience and comfort while having the opportunity to visit these sacred places.

Akshardham Temple

Akshardham Temple in Delhi is a place you must visit, no matter what. It is not only a place for worship but also a piece of architectonic beauty at the village hosting the Commonwealth Games in NH 24. It is named after Swaminarayan Akshardham. This temple complex is also held on the gardens and includes light and sound shows that are held every evening. Apart from enjoying them, the visitors can also experience the Indian culture itself, as a rich collection is available for the purpose.

Bhairon Temple

In the backyard of the Old Fort situated in Pragati Maidan, Bhairon Temple, also named as Shri Kilkari Bhairav Temple, which is unique because it lets its devotees give drinks to Bhairon, is probably the temple in the world which allows the devotees to give Bhairon wine. The temple consists of two parts: Doodhiya Bhairav Temple that allows people to offer milk, as well as alcohol at Kilkari Bhairav Temple. Saying that Bheem, who was a member of the Pandavas, prayed here and gained spiritual strength.

Hanuman Mandir, Connaught Place

Hanuman Mandir, one of the five temples from the time of the Mahabharata, believed to be situated in Connaught Place. It is located on Baba Kharak Singh Marg, which is a very popular place for this temple, and the temple was one of the tourists' attractions built by Maharaja Jai Singh in 1724. Lord Hanuman is the reigning god of the temple and a great number of people gather here, especially on the days of Tuesday and Saturday.

Gauri Shankar Temple

Gauri Shankar Temple, an ancient and well-maintained temple in Delhi, is situated close to the Digambar Jain Temple on Chandni Chowk Road. According to legend, a soldier promised to build this temple if he recovered from a battle injury. Many devotees come to the temple to worship on Monday.

Hanuman Mandir, Jhandewalan

One more notable place of worship in Delhi is the Hanuman Mandir in Jhandewalan, home to a gigantic 108-foot higher-res statue of Lord Hanuman which can be seen from both the Jhandewalan and Karol Bagh Metro Stations. Besides the entrance that is shaped like the deity's mouth that is rarely found in temple entrances, people are attracted there.

Sai Baba Mandir, Lodhi Road

The time-honored venue of spiritual worship to Sai Baba that is Sai Baba Mandir of Lodhi Road is a very simple, though, just as a marquee movie is majestic. Devotees often feel the divine presence of Sai Baba here. In the temple, the devotees pray and offer chadar and flowers to Sai Baba using the large idol that is right in front of them with the weekly event being especially on Thursdays.

Shri Jagannath Mandir, Hauz Khas

A duplicate of the Jagannath Temple in Puri, Shri Jagannath Mandir is a temple that is built in Hauz Khas. The ideal time to visit is during the Rath Yatra festival. Highly esteemed by the Oriya community, this temple is dedicated to the worship of Lord Jagannath, Lord Balabhadra, Maa Subhadra, and the Sudarshan Chakra.

Shri Sheetla Mata Mandir

Located near Gurgaon Railway Station, Shri Sheetla Mata Mandir is dedicated to Sheetla Mata, the revered mother of Guru Dronacharya. Although the temple happens to be in a crowded area, the abound of devotees that come there is unquestionable, they offer flowers and pray the goddess from a distance as touching the idol is not allowed.

ISKCON Temple, East of Kailash

Hare Krishna Hill at East of Kailash is the abode of the massive and wonderful ISKCON Temple, which is designed by Achyut Kanvinde. There is a large hall that has keertanas in the Mahabharata. A museum provides copies of the Bhagavad Gita in multiple languages.

Shri Digambar Jain Lal Mandir

The elegant redstone temple was built in the 17th century and its location is opposite the Red Fort. Lal Mandir Jaina Temple is one of the largest in Delhi where you can find a lot of foretold statues and representations of Tirthankars sitting in meditation postures, Mahavira and Adinath being the most prominent among them.

Chhatarpur Mandir

The Chhatarpur Temple is dedicated to Goddess Katyayani and is one of the known impressive complexes spread over 70 acres. It displays the fusion of Southern and Northern Indian architectural styles and boasts the other important 20 temples including cargo carriers of various Hindu deities, in addition to a 100-foot-tall statue of Hanuman.

Lakshmi Narayan Temple

Birla Mandir also popularly called Lakshmi Narayan Temple, is near Connaught Place on the west side of Mandir Marg. Funded by industrialist B.D. Birla in the 1930s, the temple is the house of Goddess Lakshmi and Lord Vishnu. The Temple’s elaborate designs, garden with artificial caves, waterfalls, and fountains are the principal attractions.

Conclusion

The temples in Delhi represent a unique and richly spiritual and cultural heritage of the city. Such divine sites, which are not only masterpieces of architectural elegance like Akshardham but are also a historical Gauri Shankar Temple, are very popular options for travellers. Your stay at Zip By Spree Hotels Delhi Greater Kailash will be a lovely time for you to cherish and recall.

[tedexia]

Books from India

Chapter 1

Bheem fortuitously appeared at her window causing the young woman preparing to go to sleep to startle.

- Jenny,” his voice made her look at her door worried that someone might hear him.

- Bheem...” She approached the balcony and whispered looking surprised at his appearance, ‘I thought you would take Ram and leave, it is dangerous to come here, my uncles...’.

It still felt strange to call him Bheem instead of Akhtar, but he confided his real name when she got him the prison map to rescue Ram.

- Jenny... You have to come with me,” Bheem called out to the young woman and suddenly she heard a series of shouts and gunshots... ‘When I was taking Ram, I found out that they organized to come here...’ Jenny opened her eyes.

- What?” Jenny opened her eyes in surprise.

- Not everyone wants to solve this conflict peacefully...- Bheem expressed and saw the young woman turn to leave - The governor and his wife were fleeing in the direction of the eastern base...

- It is not possible...- Jenny denied and felt Bheem's hand holding her so that she would not move away from the window... - They knew I was here...

The young English girl stared at the room for a few seconds, they knew she was here, but it was also true that they seemed deeply offended with her to the point of not speaking to her for the last few days. After Bheem was captured by Ram it didn't take long to spread the report that she took them to the Ymca party, from that moment on she felt judged by every look inside those walls.

- Jenny... we have to go...- Bheem expressed and she let go for a few seconds and then ran to her night table throwing some papers, money and a little black box inside her purse.

Jenny heard some gunshots closer and closer and could see the reflection of fire in the surroundings, she opened her closet and took the first dress and coat she had and threw it in the bag and went back to Bheem.

- Come...- The revolutionary offered Jenny his hand, and as a child trusts her parents she followed every indication he gave her, from riding on his back for him to lower them through a column, to taking shelter in tree after tree avoiding a crowd of people tired of the injustice and violence with which they were treated.

When Jenny and Bheem finally stopped, she was exhausted and discovered that he was going a little further and began to remove some branches from a small, almost rickety pickup truck.

- Where did you get that,” she asked taking a deep breath as her heart practically leapt out of her chest.

- It was abandoned in the garage, we repaired it some time ago, when I rescued Ram I went straight to the garage,” Bheem affirmed and when he finished removing the branches he climbed into the back, ”Anna, can you hear me?

Jenny slowly approached the truck observing the surroundings out of the corner of her eye, she had no idea how far she ran until she could get far enough away from her aunt and uncle's house, she still couldn't believe they left her behind, but in a way, it wasn't a surprise for them, her aunt had been trying for days to get her uncle to give her some kind of reprimand. The Governor was her uncle on her mother's side, and he was a little more kind to her than Lady Scott.

- We have to leave,” Bheem said and discovered the young woman put her bag down on the floor, ”Jenny?

- Thank you for saving me, but I have to stay here,” Jenny said, ”I have a ticket for the ship in three days, I have to go to Bombay in the morning.

- You can't stay here, many people are still angry and can hurt you,” Bheem said taking her bag from the floor.

- I'll be fine, I'll just walk in the direction of the train,” she affirmed and as she was about to take the bag Bheem's hand gently but firmly took hers.

- I have to protect you both, Jenny...” Bheem affirmed and she blinked in confusion.

The confusion left Jenny's mind when she discovered Ram completely dirty and with his hair and beard so long that he looked older. He was settled in the back of the van.

- He... He has a fever and is badly wounded,” Bheem expressed in anguish, ”But that is not all, the people of our village consider him a traitor, I have to take him away from here. I'll take you to Bombay, I don't know how we'll get there safely, but I promise I'll get you there safely.

- Listen...- Jenny turned and looked at Bheem- if he has a fever we need some medicine, and food for the trip. Look for some old clothes and sheets as soon as we get away from here....

Bheem was still slow to understand what she was saying, but his English was more acceptable than at first.

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Governor Scott used to tell Jenny that she would have made an amazing doctor, had she not been a woman. Jenny's father was a doctor, and a very good one, but unfortunately she couldn't often demonstrate her inherited gift. But she was sure this was one of those cases where her knowledge would not only save another, but herself.

The young woman was changing the cloth on Ram's forehead while Bheem was tearing to shreds the worn cloth of a sheet. She knew that by medical measures, the English did not approach those who were infected with smallpox or leprosy.

Leprosy was the perfect excuse to keep Ram, and herself, covered. Besides that a leper colony was being built in Bombay, she was inwardly grateful to be involved in charity at this time, although it felt like a false charity seeing all that her country was taking from these people.

The trip was uncomfortable for the young woman, but she was a little calmer because both she and Ram had safely passed three checkpoints, who at the word Lepers, almost threw Bheem out of there.

The young woman observed the ancher after a whole day's journey, they needed to rest.

- He has not woken up since we left the prison...” Bheem exclaimed, wiping Ram's face.

- His fever is very high, I'm afraid,” Jenny dissolved an anesthetic in the water again, ”he may have too many internal injuries.

Bheem was silent and she walked over to where he was sitting next to Ram.

- Let's try to get him to drink some more, he hardly drank the soup on the way,” she said, extending the metal cup to Bheem.

Bheem sat her anna down, and Jenny poured the water little by little into her mouth.

- Jenny...” Bheem called out to her and looked into her eyes where the fire they lit glowed dimly, ”I need you to take Ram with you.

The young Englishwoman put the glass to Ram's lips who slurped with a groan but without waking up, her eyes were full of confusion.

- What? - She gasped.

- I promised to bring Ram back to Seetha, and I will keep it,” Bheem mentioned noticing her expressive eyes, ”But he won't get better here, in England there are good medicines.

- Wait, Bheem it's a three week journey, without proper care Ram won't make it either,” Jenny mentioned turning her eyes to Ram and gathering the water dripping from his mouth with her other hand, ” What am I going to tell him when he wakes up?

- If the mob finds him, or the soldiers, I will do anything to protect him,” Bheem mentioned and his expression turned somber, ”But I would prefer him to live, however he will not be able to defend himself in this state, they can kill me and I would not mind, but I would not forgive myself if I fail to return him home.

Jenny looked at the determination in Bheem's dark eyes, and knew it was true.

- I... I can't promise I'll take him, but we'll find medicine for him and a doctor in Bombay, that I promise with my life,” Jenny affirmed and noticed Bheem's countenance relax a little, ”We need to get some sleep.

As she settled into the back of the van on the mats and precarious sheets, she looked up at the stars shining brightly over the treetops. This was not normal in the life of a young English girl, but for some reason she was not terrified.

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Jenny took a quick bath and thanked heaven to find the Watson hotel with the right room for her, it was still uncomfortable to receive those indiscreet looks at her person, it was not normal to receive young women staying alone.

She was finally able to change after almost two days of travel, and stared at her damp hair in the mirror.

Two hours earlier she and Bheem managed to find a doctor to attend to Ram, before they had to explain to him insistently that they were not lepers, that they were only fleeing for their lives. The doctor immediately helped them without hesitation, even giving Jenny a room to remove the cloths that covered her completely.

She still had to return with discretion there, she needed to get some medicine for Ram and leave them money so they could return safely, though in her heart she knew they would not be safe, not as long as their enemies were her uncles and England.

Jenny lay down on the bed for a few seconds and closed her eyes, she would just rest for a few moments and then go to where Bheem and Ram were.

When she opened her eyes again she discovered that night was beginning to fall over the city and she was startled, she reprimanded herself for letting her tiredness get the better of her. Opening her purse she took some of her money making sure her ticket was still there.

The small dispensary had what she needed and she paid without a problem what an Indian could not afford without a month's work. Jenny walked forward avoiding showing too much of her face, many soldiers were coming and going to the Governor's house in Delhi, and she did not want to be recognized.

Jenny took a rickshaw completely against her good manners and explained with great difficulty where she wanted to go, the young man looked at her with confusion but at last seemed to understand when she said: Doctor Ali.

The Englishwoman did not like this kind of transport, in fact she preferred to drive the cars from her uncle's house, they made her feel that she had a purpose rather than just being pretty and submissive as her aunt used to refer to the ideal woman.

Jenny paid for the ride about 10 minutes later, asking for it to wait. She was relieved when she discovered Bheem at the entrance of what was a neighborhood, exactly where they had been this afternoon.

- Jenny...- He was instantly relieved to see her.

- I'm sorry, I was too tired,” she apologized, extending the small bag with medicines ans money for Ram, ”My ship leaves tomorrow at noon Bheem, and I have to leave to prepare everything.

Bheem's eyes danced in confusion as he looked at her.

- I will leave you some money to pay for the doctor's services, and maybe it will help you and Ram get home faster,” Jenny said and watched Bheem extend her hand.

- Jenny, I need you to take Ram with you,” Bheem exclaimed, ”Dr. Ali came back from the market this afternoon, he says that the soldiers are starting to search the houses one by one, it seems that what happened in Delhi is serious.

The young Englishwoman gasped, not knowing what to do.

- Bheem, if they recognize Ram, and if they recognize me as an accomplice, do you know what that means for me? Jenny frowned, she wanted to help them, God she really wanted to but not to be discovered in these conditions would be like a miracle.

Bheem lowered her hand understanding from her expression that in fact being here was a risk to herself.

- Thank you, Jenny,” Bheem mentioned clasping her hands together and she shook her head.

- Thank you for coming for me, Bheem. I don't know if I would be alive otherwise.

She just nodded and before she felt her heart break into a thousand pieces for a reason she couldn't explain, she just turned and walked back in the direction of the rickshaw.

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Jenny's eyes widened in surprise when she discovered Bheem at the port, he was with a turban on his head and impeccable clothes that looked like some respectable Indian businessman.

- Bheem...- She tried only to monosyllabize, worried about attracting attention.

- Last night the soldiers searched the doctor's house, I have no safe place for Ram, so we just, we just have you,” Bheem expressed and extended an already stamped ticket in her hands, ”He is in the server section. I registered him as Akhtar

- I am supposed to be carrying a servant...” Jenny looked at Ram's ticket and then at Bheem wondering where he got those clothes from.

- Yes... please, I beg you,” Bheem insisted and placed a moon necklace on the ticket, ”I am entrusting my Anna's life to you.

Jenny felt panic take hold of her and then after Bheem she began to see that some soldiers were advancing and register all the Indians who were there.

- I'll take care of him, you should leave now,” she said feigning as much indifference as she could and put the ticket along with the necklace in her purse.

Jenny didn't turn around once she crossed Bheem's side, but her body was shaking violently, how was Ram supposed to survive three weeks of travel in such a bad state?

Notes:

I'm a fan of writing crack ship and have yet to see Ram x Jenny content as a couple. They seem perfect for each other, although I like bheem x jenny, I enjoy imagining her with Ram more, Sorry Seetha and Bheem, I love them too. English is not my native language, sorry for the mistakes.

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WIP Wednesday 23/10/24: All progress

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@loyal-house-of-lupin @zyrafowe-sny @twyrewolf @kallisto-k @aparticularbandit

He opened his eyes and-

-there he was.

Crimson coat. Pretty ribbons. Gold medals.

Clenched jaw. Thinned lips. Red eyes that were certainly a trick of the sunlight. Ruffled, windswept hair that reminded him of their treks across the countryside. That damned English styled mustache and the smatterings of a stubble. Beads of sweat running down his forehead. Hard work it must be, whipping a man within an inch of death. What did Bheem know? He was not in the business of betraying his dearest friends and torturing people to please his British overlords.

But most importantly he was…

…looking at him. In the eyes.

How desperately had he wished for this? That he would look him in the eyes… just once?

Why did it feel so worthless now?

Maybe because there was nothing he could offer him now, nothing except shattered memories and a pained yearning of what could have been.

@1attheedge @wizisbored

"Kneel down, Bheem," he repeated, firmer, louder, foolishly hoping to get the message across this time. Don't… don't make me do this. Please.

Bheem simply lifted his gaze, no longer staring at the crowd below but somewhere farther ahead, eyes still churning with thunder.

No, no, no! Wrong!

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Fire and smoke. Water and blood. Cold steel. Unforgiving hands. Tiger claws. An ocean raging with sorrow and fury. Pain. So much pain. Like a black hole swallowing everything around it.

@kalira @somefishycat @whimsicalmeerkat @quietly-sleeping

He glanced at the window and found the dying rays of sunlight reflected on the glass. Hours since he returned to his apartment then. Hours since…

This time, he stubbornly clamped down on his stomach's desperate urge to clench and roll again.

A breath. A second. Another.

Once he felt confident that his stomach would no longer rebel, Ram sat up. Slowly, very slowly. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and gripped the mattress. Somehow, he succeeded in not keeling forward and crashing face first into the floor. He had collected enough concussions to last him this lifetime and several of the next.

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@stonemaskedtaliesin @auburnlaughter @eriquin

"Bhaiyya!"

"Yes?"

"I spoke to her."

"Yeah? How's your girlfriend?"

"What?"

Right. Akhtar did not speak English. How careless of him to forget. "I mean, your lover, girlfriend, your sweetheart, your darling."

Akhtar shook his head.

[noisynutcrusade]

IAS Officer Shares His UPSC Journey

It was the usual weekend when the district collectorate of Kumuram Bheem Asifabad in Telangana had reached out to rural residents to understand their plea. Among the crowd, a teenager stepped out with two documents — a letter from the state university and an offer letter from IIT. It was now on the collectorate to help the student pursue either career. All he needed was financial help of Rs…

[all-about-news24x7]

IAS Officer Shares His UPSC Journey

It was the usual weekend when the district collectorate of Kumuram Bheem Asifabad in Telangana had reached out to rural residents to understand their plea. Among the crowd, a teenager stepped out with two documents — a letter from the state university and an offer letter from IIT. It was now on the collectorate to help the student pursue either career. All he needed was financial help of Rs…

[urcadelimabean]

Preview of chapter 1 for lovers of angst:

But soon he knew that he had misunderstood and his muddled emotions were all washed away: Ram had taken his kurta off to look at his back in the firelight. Bheem didn’t know what to do, so he just sat there, staring into the dark forest, heart in his throat, pulse racing. He tried to stay still so a sob would not get out and trembled with the effort to contain it in his thudding chest.

Ram placed his hand to Bheem’s back. He was silent. Bheem could feel the warmth of his hand like the warmth of the fire, which whispered indecipherable messages as it burned. Bheem felt Ram’s other palm come to rest next to the other. He heard a few ragged intakes of breath.

“Rama,” Bheem said, turning his head. “I beat you with these hands.” He offered his hands to Ram. It was not a reassurance. It was not an apology. It was not even the full truth, as they both knew. Is it beating if it is in self defense and defense of an innocent child? Ram said nothing, but wrapped his arms around Bheem, took his hands and held them tight like they were the most precious things he had ever held. His forehead rested against Bheem’s back. After some time he let go of Bheem’s hands but did not shift his position, instead resting his palms on Bheem’s back again. He petted Bheem slightly with his thumbs and looked at what he had done. Bheem did not know what to do other than let him witness it. Look. Stay here, bangaram. He felt Ram’s face against his back again and wished he could never leave the closeness of this moment. If only he could remain at peace with Ram, where things were said when nothing was said at all, a little longer.

Bheem tried to stop it. The chill of his memories washed over him, the immense pain, the heaviness of the shackles and his own limbs, the refusal to let them win, the refusal to let them make him into an image of defeat. That strength had seemed to come from outside of him. He had gathered it from Malli’s song, from everyone he loved and from the earth itself. The sight and sound and emotion of the memory threatened to push him out of his body. The deep, visceral feeling of betrayal like poison seeping into his heart. Fighting for his people was in Bheem’s blood. The idea that he could let someone in who was so opposed to him made him feel like he had lost a part of himself. How can he do this to me? How can he look at me? Does he feel nothing at all? Is this hollow empty man the person I fell in love with? How could I do that? I should look past him like he’s not there. There is no one there. I’m alone. The only person who can help is you, Bheema. There were tears in Bheem’s eyes now like there had been then. A cry wanted to burst from deep in his chest. How could my own heart betray me?

Ram’s hands rubbed his back so slowly and gently. Bheem flew back in his memories as if he could protect himself. He pictured Ram’s blank dead stare and replaced it with how Ram was now, kneeling, collapsed and broken down with his hands to Bheem’s back. Ram had suffered with every lash of the whip. He had hurt himself with each strike he'd inflicted on Bheem. Bheem did not want Ram hurt, but the knowledge that Ram had been hurting himself too made Bheem’s breath lodge in his throat. Maybe it wasn’t good to share this, but it was shared. Ram had seen the tears in Bheem’s eyes as he sang. He had seen his refusal to give in. He had seen the crowd witness it all. Through the pain, he must have felt the same pulse of fragile hope in his chest.

When Bheem finally turned to look at Ram, he wondered if that blank expression in Delhi was not sorrow. Ram looked like all the energy had been drained from him, leaving just a few tears on his sunken cheeks. His eyes were sad, deep and without any defenses. His hand did not leave Bheem’s back. He must feel each movement of Bheem’s cornered heart and each slight shudder of breath. Both of his hands came to hold the width of Bheem’s shoulders. There were scars there too. Such a simple touch, but for Bheem there was nothing else in his mind, just Ram’s hands holding him, resting light but constant on his skin.

He won't ask for my forgiveness.

Ram looked into his eyes for a long time, Bheem turned half toward him. Ram’s movements were cautious and slow, as if he didn’t know he was allowed to touch Bheem. Bheem was slowly and ever so gently being turned away from Ram again, then brought down into his arms, and he wondered if his tired heart had fled right out of his body to rest among the clouds.

A Heart is a Thing in Two Bodies

Fandom: RRR

Pairing: Rama Raju/Komuram Bheem

Chapters: 3/3

Words: 30,405

Summary: How was he supposed to let go of Ram? If he could catch him and hold him fast, wouldn’t he? Or would he open his hand? The storm broke against Bheem’s ribs with nowhere to go and he absorbed its force. He would have to withstand it. He would fulfill his promise to Sita. He would lose Ram. It would not change anything.

A fic from Bheem's perspective that explores Ram and Bheem parting, reuniting and healing after the events of the movie.

[rorapostsbl]

kiss me better. -rambheem-

[ continuation of hollow cries of the heart. ]

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it had been a day since the incident — 24 hours since last bheem met ram, could find him through the vast expanse of the city. he'd heard that the riots had calmed down after special forces were appointed to lathi - charge on spot, which led to the crowds dispersing quicker.

water hoses were showered on the fire raging in some parts of the city— and bheem had no clue where ram had been deployed, or even if the elder was still safe from the dangers or no.

he hadn't returned, and won't return, bheem had realised with a sinking heart, after 6 hours of waiting for him to show up.

the sadness slowly turned into anger, despair as he began to start looking around for ram in the city, visiting police stations to ask if ram had been somewhere around. there was no answer.

at last, he went to bed, mind full of worry— his stomach lurching as everything that could've gone wrong ran through him. he'd barely able to get past his dinner, but he did it, for the sake of himself, and ram.

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in the middle of empty, silent streets, lay a body clad in red uniform— eyes barely managing to open up as he fought to stay concious, each push of his knee made his knee throb— teeth clenching tight with the pain that shot through him.

a dreadful thought crossed his mind— 'what if he never reached home?'

blood— everywhere. his clothes are stained, eyes swollen and aching, ears ringing as he struggles to make noise, to ask for help— blood is smeared across his cheeks.

vaguely, he remembers. anger— blinding and burning his way through his rationality, as he charges straight into the mob of violent protestors.

he forgets, that he's one— and he's outnumbered. he fights, with all his might, his anger, his frustration— at himself, for hurting bheem, for being irrational — for taking away the one thing that bought him happiness, after years of finding solace in the dark.

belatedly, surrounded by the crowds that overpower him, screams and protests charging the atmosphere as they hit him and punch him, he realises — what a fool he had been.

to think he could win this war alone, to think he could survive without bheem, alone.

ram is dragged back to conciousness, when he hears footsteps approach him. for a moment, hope flickers in him— in the name of bheem. it dies down when he listens more closely, through the throbbing pain that threatens to overtake him, that the steps aren't as heavy, as calculated, as sure as bheem's are.

he rests his head against the cold concrete, a soothing balm against his burning body, as he lets out one last pained huff, a plea, a cry, a yearning all in one, the fight in him dying out— "bheema."

then, there's hurried footsteps running towards him, a figure, he manages to look through his blurry eyes filled with tears— clad in white kurta, and a face that's recognisable.

"ram?" the voice calls out, laced with panic, "it's me, babai." the voice confirms, arms coming around his torso to lift him up.

ram groans in pain, the relief so strong that it makes him weaker than he felt— he could rest now.

ram shuts his eyes close, ignoring the panicked shriek and the request to keep his eyes open— a quirk in his bloodied, busted lip— with a last thought, his mind finally relaxes.

he'd be able to go home— return to bheem, now.

all throughout the night, bheem shifts uncomfortably on the bed, clutching ram's pillow close to his heart as he tries to force himself to sleep— the howls of the dogs on the streets amplifying the ominous night.

━ ━ 🌟 ━ ━

blinking his eyes open, ram registers the sharp pain shooting through his brain the moment he tries to lift it. sighing, he relaxes back into the makeshift back, moving his legs until he finds a comfortable position.

the situation he's stuck in, isn't new to him — it has been a common occurrence in his life as a cop serving for the british so far — and everytime he thought it was his last day on earth, babai would save him.

he owed the man his life, in the most truest sense.

ram doesn't understand why this time however, it got to his heart more than it should've. each breath he takes, his heart trembles with it, the grip on his throat becoming tighter and tighter.

bheem.

he realises — guilt washing over him as the tremble in his heart instantly turns into an aching longing for the younger to be here. slowly, he finds himself closing his eyes as he drowns in the memories they spent together — each one more painful than the last.

babai enters the room, trying his best to be silent as he takes note of the surrounding — it doesn't seem as if ram is awake. babai narrows his eyes when he sees ram's eyes shake under his closed eyelids— a tear drop escaping.

unaware of babai's presence, ram lifts his bandaged hand to wipe away the tear, the same time as babai coughing, to make his presence known in the ram.

faster than lightning, ram's hands find themselves in their original place, his eyes shooting open as he strains them to see the elder stand in the corner of his room— looking at him, with a tired expression in his eyes.

he knows the lecture that's about to come— and a second later, sita opens the halfway shut door, humming a melody with a glass of water filled in her hand.

she stops when she sees ram, awake — then looks at babai's tired expression, looking back at ram to see the dried tear track on his cheek.

with the look in their eyes, ram knows, he's doomed. he lets out a groan of defeat, as he knows — that they know, this time, he attempted this stupid stunt not because of his dedication towards his nation, but because of something related to bheem.

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"ouch!" ram lets out a pained hiss at sita's relentless smacking on his head — they're not strong enough to cause more bleeding but brutal— and sita doesn't seem on the mood to give up soon.

"you're an idiot!" she shouts, with one last smack, she gives up, rolling her eyes and taking a seat on the chair set beside his bed.

"babai," ram turns to the eldest with a pleading expression, just for his head to be smacked once again, as sita says, "what babai? he's not saying anything, you're an idiot and you'll apologise to bheem the first thing after you get well!"

she announces, ram turns to babai for help— just to see the man shrug, before letting out a sigh and getting up.

he looks at them both, assessing the situation, before pointing towards sita and commanding, "you— try not to kill him. for the sake of bheem."

and quickly steps out of the door to prepare food for them and ram lets out a frustrated groan— traitors, all of them are traitors.

sita, with the aide of an equally interested babai, had managed to get all of the details out of ram after she asked, "what did you do to him this time?"

ram was defensive at first, to buy himself more time, because knowing your mistakes and letting people you know that you've made a mistake is different.

but it's especially hard to hide infront of the two lone people who've known you for life— and so, ram began, with a defeated look on his face.

sita had met bheem twice. she'd also clearly seen how understanding and accomodating bheem was to ram's trauma. never did once, did she sense ram hide his true personality around the younger.

she'd taken a liking to bheem instantly, after he'd grinned at her, noticing how she'd also asked for a refill with bheem, both on their second plate of biryani.

he'd treated her with her favourite— ras malai afterwards, homemade, mind you, and that was how sita's heart was satisfied — ram was in the hands of a person who was sensitive enough to him and his past.

as for ram, the man couldn't possibly be more in love. their eyes were glued to eachother, sita had seen, with a fond look in her face— and how ram seemed to be attracted towards bheem without even being concious of it— it seemed hardwired in ram to care of the younger in every way—

to the point where he'd lightly slap away the younger's eager hand from the hot pot of biryani, preventing a burn. he'd later kiss the same place he'd hit— a timid "sorry" spoken and bheem, would collect ram in his hands and pepper him with affection.

sita placed a firm hand over ram's one, wrapped in cotton and netted cloth, and squeezed it, it was her way to show that she too, understood.

ram felt tears well up again, and almost felt angry at himself — sita was right. he was an idiot, only an idiot would make a mistake and later cry in regret.

"ram," sita called his name, ram looked up at her, through his blurry eyes, and saw her smile, "you need to understand — this is how love works. bheem isn't burdened by you, when he chose to be in love with you, when he chose to live with you— he knew and accepted every part of you, ram."

once more in life — ram felt that he'd almost breakdown with the sheer amount of gratefulness and relief that flooded his heart. with a rising realisation — he reflected on how frequent showing his emotions, and letting himself cry had become, after bheem showed up in his life.

he no longer possessed the strength to supress his emotional needs— the thought both terrified and relieved him.

"it's okay," sita soothed, patting his hand, "he'll understand." she finally said— and ram, he stuck to her words.

sniffing and wiping away his tears, he shook free his hand fron hers, faking disgust as he turned his head away— it was a pathetic act to cover up the emotions he'd let run free and sita saw right through it.

shaking her head at his childishness, sita felt the urge to land ram in some more trouble— she smirked, standing up and hands going to her hips as she looked at ram, "you want me to call bheem here, for him to lend you a shoulder, perhaps?"

she wondered innocently, a finger tapping her chin as she faked thinking deeply, bursting out laughing when she saw ram perk up, and then dull down— almost as if he was in a tug of war, the need to see the younger too strong, but the guilt and shame equally present.

well then, it was decided. sita would take it in her hands to reunite ram and bheem, again.

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bheem sat outside their home, in a small space— working on a bicycle a random kid had dropped by. it had some issues with the chain, bheem had noticed.

he took the opportunity to distract his mind— away from the constant worry of whether ram was alright or no. he felt betrayed— this wasn't what he deserved. he smacked himself on his forehead when he felt his thoughts diverge once again.

from far away, bheem could make out a fairly recognisable figure cycling towards their home in full speed— his heart lurched in his chest when he could see clearer— and saw that it was babai, heading towards him.

"is ram okay?" was the first thing bheem had asked, without even considering if babai had come to him to ask the same question — how they could both be clueless about ram's whereabouts.

seeing babai pant, bheem felt stupid at his ownself, and rushed inside to grab some water that had been turned cold in his matka— and handed it to babai, watching the older man chug it down.

after a few seconds, babai looked at him, and said "please come with me— ram misses you." he wasn't ths most great at delivering messages related to love, and bheem understood that.

frowning, the younger narrowed his eyes, deliberately pushing down the hope that rose inside of him— the waves of anxiety washing over his stomach. "is ram okay? if he is, then i won't go." bheem definitively said— bent on not changing his decision.

upon seeing babai lost on what to say next, bheem explained— "i deserve an apology from him, besides ram said it himself — he doesn't think we should be together anymore." a tiny bit of his heart cracked when he said it out loud — but he didn't budge, still.

after much convincing, and babai repeating the words sita had told him, "we both know how much of a emotionally constipated fool he is" bheem finally agreed to go meet ram.

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the moment bheem stepped foot into the vicinity of the home— ram could feel him. his heart rate picked up, palms sweating as he twisted uncomfortably, trying to sit up and achieving it with minimal success.

he felt as if he was a parched man, walking without water for hours and finally, he could sense water around him. it could be delusional because of the mind-numbing desperation, but ram waited, on the edge of losing sanity— for bheem to open the door and come.

he'd never say it, but he wouldn't know how would he ever have the courage to confront the younger without sita's help.

bheem waited, anxious, as sita talked with babai about something — before she looked at him, warm and welcoming, and ushered him towards a door. beyond it lay ram, he knew. with one last look at sita, he pushed the door open.

ram's breath caught in his throat as he looked at bheem— his bheem. ram couldn't look away, eyes tracing his face, the younger had turned paler, cheeks sunken in and eyes void and dull.

guilt washed over him again, as he looked away—nervous of what is to come. nothing would come out of his throat — it's as if they shut themselves and refused to work.

bheem's feet moved on their own accord when they saw ram, bandaged up and hurt. in an instant, he was looming over the elder, arms finding their way across his torso, careful of the injuries, as he bent down, meeting halfway into a hug.

it was awkward, tilted, uncomfortable — and yet, they both completely relaxed into eachother, a choked sob sounding out of ram as he whispered a broken, timid "sorry" and lifting his hands to wrap around bheen— tighter, holding him closer, letting himself get washed away in bheem's essence.

they both stayed that way, until bheem's feet started aching and ram's body hurt with how it had been — until ram's tears dried out, repeating the litany of apologies and bheem's voice had gone hoarse from whispering sweet nothings into his ears.

pulling away, bheem gently wiped away the tears of the elder, gazing into his eyes, where he saw a flicker of hope— emerging from pools of guilt and regret.

bheem knew they had a long way to go, too many nights spent talking, understanding, drawing boundaries and sharing comfort. he knew— they'd have to work, on himself, on ram, on their relationship together.

he also knew, it probably wasn't the smartest idea to stay beside ram, where his resolve to maintain a stoic face of indifference to ram's injuries would fail.

yet, bheem couldn't find it in him to care. cradling ram's face in his hands, his eyes watched carefully, every bruise, every swelling, the busted lips.

and ram, ever so delicate, fragile ram— his lips quivered, before he bit them to stop it— and unconscious habit he'd picked up at a young age— hissing when the busted lip split open, metallic taste coating his tongue.

eyes looking into bheem's, he felt the tears rise again as he asked, a request and an assurance— to test if everything was fine. if bheem would accept him in his heart, again.

"please," ram croaks, voice scratchy from overuse — fingers tightening around where it's wrapped in the younger's firm, sturdy hands. "kiss it better?" ram asks, jutting his lower lip out the tiniest bit.

his heart feels lighter when he sees bheem go soft, his expression pulling into one of those where it'd be so obvious he was in love with ram.

"oh rama," he breathed out— pulling ram closer as his lips meet with ram's midway, the blood smearing on their lips as bheem kisses ram— he pulls away momentarily, eyes flickering to ram's before they go downwards, a small curse falling from his lips as he sees the elder's lips glisten, plump and red.

if bheem had one weakness, it would be ram. he urgently closes the distance between them again, hand coming up to cradle ram's face, the elder's lips part, wet and hot, and bheem sucks on his lower lip abashedly.

it feels as if they are entangled for eternity, kissing and falling into the depths of the other — until ram pulls back, the need for oxygen overpowering him.

bheem, leans up and presses one last, quick kiss on his lips, before murmuring, "never, ever do that again."

sita sits outside on the verandah, a plate filled with various foods in her hands as she animatedly talks to babai — and when she sees none of them come out, she smiles, satisfied with her deeds.

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a/n; man this turned out to be so fucking long, i gave up 3 times before deciding that it's either this gets posted today or, it goes untouched for the next three days. it's fucking 2:10 in the morning.

be honest, how do u guys read thru all my mess 😭⁉️

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Komuram Bheemudo: The Tiger Part 1/?

Bheem sometimes being compared to- no, CALLED- a tiger in the movie. Both the tiger and Bheem roar at each other. They are both defiant against the odds. The tiger does not go down without a fight. Bheem literally has to put it to sleep in order to capture it and even as the sleeping herbs work their magic, we can STILL see it fighting, clawing, doing EVERYTHING to be free.

Switch to Komuram Bheemudo, and what do we see? Bheem too remains defiant. He refuses to KNEEL, refuses to go down without a fight. While the tiger roared, Bheem sings, and while the tune is soft and melodic, the words are no less than a roar. When the tiger had roared, Bheem too had roared at it in response. When Bheem sings (roars), the crowd too roars in revolt. Just as the tiger he had captured before, Bheem has to literally lose his consciousness to stop fighting. He falls but he does NOT kneel.

Unlike Ram and Bheem, Bheem and the tiger are not opposites, they are reflections. Bheem IS the tiger shown in the first picture.

The tiger wears its stripes with pride.

And so shall Bheem from now on.

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