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enigma-the-mysterious · 13 days ago

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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.

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rrr-is-gay · 1 year ago

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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!!!!!

#rrr

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tasavvur-e-jaana · 1 year ago

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Jhumka gira re

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!)

@ronaldofandom

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pinkpersonsblog · 1 year ago

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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.

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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.

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pearwaldorf · 2 years ago

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I finished watching RRR last night. It's really long, ridiculous in good and bad ways, and absolutely a piece of Hindutva propaganda (background). There are people who think nobody should watch the film because of how loathsome its tenets are, and I understand that. I also think it's useful to understand how this sort of thing works when it's done well, because honestly? Most Western propaganda fucking sucks. It has to work as entertainment first to make people receptive to its message, and it goes down so, so easy when you do it right.

The tonal whiplash of the movie is honestly incredible. I watched the first hour during a work night and felt like I staggered out of a pinball machine. It is so overwhelming all you can do is try your best to keep up. And that sort of exhuberance is attractive, in an age where it feels like every film is either calculated to show how fucking smart and clever the writer-director thinks he is or some sort of Disney mass-market grey nutritional paste.

It's so much it's almost camp, especially every interaction Ram and Bheem have. Like of course there are cultural differences in how men express affection towards one another, but it can only explain so much. There are literal! montages! Ram does a full Cyrano de Bergerac for Bheem to help him court Jenny! He takes an L in the dance contest so his bro can look good in front of his crush!

Please understand, I don't want to impose a Western gaze on something that should not be interpreted this way (and if I've missed the mark I'm happy to hear about it). But there are only so many fanfic tropes I can deal with dancing their way on screen, sometimes literally, before I can conclude it crosses the line from homosocial to homosexual. (Also given the Hindutva stance on homosexuality, it would not surprise me if somebody was just like "No they're just really good friends I swear.")

The dynamic between Ram and Bheem becomes so much more uncomfortable after Ram reveals his mission. Bheem is, and I say this with affection, strong of heart and dumb of ass. I know some of it is meant to reflect his naivete as a tribesman, but sweetheart, when your bestie shows up in the literal uniform of the colonizer I don't think the appropriate response is "Are you yanking my chain?"

Maybe I wouldn't make so much of it if I didn't know about the movie's nationalist stances. But in that context a man who hits so many of the uneducated but noble savage tropes explicitly submitting to somebody who we later see as the literal representation of Rama is, uh, really troubling.

Random observations I just wanted to throw out there:

That first bit where the crowd is storming the barracks? Every person Ram beats down has a turban or a skullcap. And that's kind of gross.

Every woman in a piece of media pushing nationalist messages is the same flat cutout, I swear. Seetha has no personality other than to exist as the exemplar of (Hindu) womanhood. Jenny is kind and compassionate but in an essentialist way that sets her off as uncorrupted by colonialism and empire, unlike her evil aunt.

The portrayal of the British as ridiculously, cartoonishly evil but somehow still grossly incompetent (ie the Star Wars stormtrooper problem) trivializes the real harm and devastation suffered by the entire country under their rule.

It's not a movie I would watch again, but I think it was useful to get a glimpse inside a propaganda machine. Knowing more about your enemy enables you to understand how they're going to try and get into your head. And given that Modi doesn't appear to be going anywhere and there's plenty of people sympathetic to Hindutva ideals here in the States, it's good to know about.

#word vomit #rrr

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ladydarkey · 2 years ago

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This was a Challenge. I hope you like it.

Read it on AO3

Gift 2/2

Title: In love with a tribesman

Creator: me

Giftee: @carminavulcana

Prompt: Jenny's thoughts and actions in the immediate aftermath of Komuram Bheemudo

Relationships: Bheem/Jenny

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings/Tags: Angst, whip scene, blood mentioned

@celebrrration Holiday Swap 2022

In love with a tribesman

Five minutes ago.

It was just five minutes ago as Jenny was standing on the balcony above a furious crowd.

The air was filled with noise.

Shouting men, weeping women, cries of pain, thumping of lathi on bodies.

It smelled like blood.

Sand thrown up by the movements of the crowd mingled with the tears that flowed down Jenny's face.

Her gaze was fixed on a body lying on a pedestal in the middle of the crowd.

Suddenly her body was moved without her doing. She wasn't able to fight back as

an officer dragged her into her room. It was an order of her uncle Scott Buxton.

Now she was all by herself.

In her room there was absolute silence. No sound came in from outside.

Everything seemed surreal now. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, the floor seemed to move.

She has lived in these premises for two years, so she knew her room inside out.

That's the only reason her legs found their way to her couch. Before her eyes, Jenny saw only the motionless and bloodstained body of Akthar.

No, not Akthar. Bheem.

She let herself fall onto the sofa. Her right hand clenched the armrest . The fingernails of her left hand dug into the tender flesh of her breast, right where the heart sits.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she started to scream.

If it were possible to rip her own heart out of her body, then she would do it now. Hoping the pain of the broken heart would go away.

Was he dead? Could anyone survive such torture? There was no answer.

She feels helpless and alone.

She was alone in this cruel, cold world.

Fifteen minutes.

She still couldn't comprehend what had happened in the last fifteen minutes.

Only this morning at breakfast, did she hear that Bheem would be punished in public at noon. From then on she was unable to do anything until the time of punishment came.

As she entered the balcony, Bheem was already flogged.

A crowd was gathered around the dais.

Jenny estimated the number of people who came to watch at around two hundred or even more.

Just below the balcony were sixty British soldiers,some of them on horses, stationed in front of the broken gate that Bheem and his entourage broke through in a truck just two days ago.

At each corner of the pedestal stood a soldier in khaki and one special officer, recognizable by his red uniform.

The special officer explained to the crowd that the suspected criminal would either fall to his knees, confess his crimes and beg for mercy or he would be punished severely.

In the moment, as the man in the red uniform looked up to Jenny’s uncle Scott, she was shocked that it was the face of Bheem’s best friend Ram.

Back when she met him for the first time, she didn't think much about it, didn't even really notice it and now it hit her like a blow. Now she understood why she was able to converse with him in her native language. He was an Indian man in the British Army. A traitor to his own country and his best friend.

Uncle Scott nodded to him.

There was a tense silence. Nobody dared to make a noise. Even the birds didn't sing. The boots made a dull sound on the dais boards as the punisher stepped behind the tied man.

Another seconds of silence passed.

Suddenly the silence was broken by a loud, lashing noise. The whip hitted the broad back of Bheem. A slight groan left his mouth and the crowd gasped.

A second whiplash penetrated Bheem’s body. A third one followed immediately.

Jenny had to close her eyes and turn her head away. She couldn’t bear to see her beloved get hurt. The fact that the whip was led by the hand of his best friend made it even worse.

She hadn't told anyone how she felt about Bheem. It wasn't love at first sight, but when they were together at the market, she felt more secure in his presence than ever. When the guards came to take her home, her heart told her that she must see him again, no matter what. So she spontaneously invited him to the Valentine's party. From then on, her love for Bheem grew day by day.

And now she was on the balcony watching the public punishment of the man she fell in love with.

In fact, Jenny was sent to India by her parents, hoping the adventurous daughter would be tamed and find a man for life. A British man, of course, and not a native of a foreign country. And yet that is exactly what happened. Jenny fell in love with one of the strongest, most soulful and kindest Indian man, she has had the privilege of knowing.

Each crack of the whip penetrated her heart and made her wince as if it would hit her herself.

She realized that now she had to be strong for him. She wasn't allowed to look away now, that's the least she could do for him at that moment.

Under the continued blows of the whip, Bheem had collapsed and was kneeling.

For a brief moment, Jenny thought the horror had come to an end and she couldn't be more relieved.

He would probably spend the rest of his life in prison, but he would live.

She was startled to hear her Aunt Catherine's disappointment at what she perceived as little blood. Her aunt didn't seem happy with the outcome.

Lady Buxton also was the one, who observed that the accused did not kneel.

The punishment wasn’t over.

Ram was about to strike again when Lady Buxton stopped him.

Suddenly she pulled out a whip fitted with nails. Why did a woman like her have one right at hand and where did the whip suddenly come from?

Jenny no longer recognized her own aunt. Catherine has always been a bit callous and strict. Still, the young lady never expected her aunt to enjoy seeing someone brutally mauled. Until they drown in their own blood.

The weapon was first tried on a pillar. The wood flew in shreds as the whip was pulled back. The brutality made Jenny jump backwards.

Her mind and body screamed at her to run away. Her stomach writhed and she felt like she was going to throw up at any moment. Again she looked away.

The nail whip would kill him if he didn't get down on his knees. Lady Buxton seemed to like it though.

What should Jenny do? Surely she couldn't stand idly by. She had never felt so helpless as in this moment.

A calm voice full of strength and hope reached her ear. It seemed to be the song of a god. Jenny looked up to see Bheem straightening himself. It was he who sang. This time he didn't flinch when the nail whip hit him, he just kept singing. For a brief moment he looked at the balcony, sadly his eyes didn't find those of his admirer.

His blood squirted through the air and Jenny had to hold on to the railing so as not to faint.

She wondered how heartless a man must be to torture another human being.

The singing filled her not only with warmth and strength, but also with hatred towards the oppressors. At that moment, her hatred focused on whoever wielded the whip, Ram.

Was he ever Bheem's friend? Could a monster like him even feel anything like love? Or even have sympathy?

He always seemed very friendly, cheerful and above all familiar with Bheem. Was it all just acting? What good would that do him? Did he know who Akthar really was and was he just waiting for the moment to betray him?

A man who wanted to save a little girl who was wrongfully taken from her family. The girl, of all people, who had been living in the same house as Jenny for months.

Bheem's feet were bound and he was hung up while a hundredweight block pulled on his legs. Instead of singing, for a brief moment there was a scream. No human could have survived that. However, Bheem kept singing.

Even if she didn't understand a word of his song, she knew that he would never surrender to his oppressors. He would rather die than kneel.

It seemed like the only way out and as much as it hurt her, she accepted his decision. Even if she had a different opinion only seconds before.

His song came to an end. The soldiers untied him and dropped him.

Although his strength was visibly failing him, he still managed to tense his body so that he didn't fall to his knees.

With the last of his strength, just before he collapsed, he held out his hand toward the crowd. They seemed not only moved by the singing that had just ended, but also filled with anger.

Suddenly the crowd rushed forward and attacked the British.

Something in Jenny made her want to storm off the balcony.

With a sweeping movement, she turned around, forcing her eyes to look away from Bheem.

She ran, her legs controlled by her burning emotions. It was a mixture of hatred, anger and concern.

With an inexplicable force she pushed the soldiers aside who were just arriving as reinforcements.

After what seemed like forever, she arrived at the gate. Her eyes hastily sought her lover in the chaos.

When she finally found him, she turned to stone.

There he lay motionless and covered in blood in the arms of his punisher. The man in the red uniform clutched Bheem's body, his eyes filled with tears. Jenny could hardly believe what she saw. She just has to imagine the tears. Anything else wouldn't make sense. Why would he torture his friend and then cry for him? She startled herself as the thought crossed her mind that she would rather see Ram broken and covered in blood, preferably to the bitter end. Did she just turn into her heartless aunt?

Something was tugging at her and the scenery was getting farther and farther away.

Now she was back in her pink room.

In the end she was just a small, delicate, naive girl in a foreign country who dared to interfere in matters that were none of her business.

Could she have prevented everything?

Wouldn't this situation have happened if she hadn't met Akthar?

If only she had known earlier where Malli was really from, could she have helped Bheem?

She was told that Malli was an orphan. Lady and Lord Buxton would have found her alone in the woods and they were kind enough to take the little girl home. She was so gullible and believed in this fairy tale.

Her thoughts threatened to end in a spiral of self-pity. The tormented man's song sounded again in her head. New strength flowed through her body. From now on she wouldn't sit idly by. At that moment, she vowed to free Malli from her prison.

She still didn't know how exactly she should do that, she would still have to find a plan.

But first she had to make sure whether Bheem was still alive or not.

She wiped her tears from her face, gathered all her strength and walked out the door with resolute steps.

Her target was Edward. He would know if her lover is alive.

She also realized that she had to wrap him around her finger. Because Edward held all the plans in his hand, including the schedules of the guards. If she found out when the changing of the guard was, she'd have a good chance of smuggling Malli out of the building.

India has not tamed her, on the contrary. The country and the people made her even stronger and braver.

She would fight for this country, for her love.

#celebrrration holiday swap 2022 #celebrrration2022 #rrr fandom #rrr movie #jenny #bheem and jenny

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detectivejigsawpines · 2 years ago

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RRR Analysis-Part 2

This analysis is specifically about Lacchu.

And how despite how naïve he was to trust Ram right from the get-go, in both their confrontations he actually managed to beat him.

First, he manages to outrun him, something Ram's opening scene establishes as very difficult to do, even with a crowd on your side-but Lacchu still does it.

Then, when he's caught and tortured by Ram for goodness knows how long, he refuses to tell him anything no matter how much pain he suffers, and then, in an absolutely hardcore moment, he manages to sic a snake on him (when I first saw this scene, I thought he was going to kill himself with it so he couldn't be forced to talk, like that moment from Pan's Labyrinth, so the fact that he used it on his attacker instead kind of makes it even more hardcore) and actually would've succeeded in killing him if it weren't for Bheem.

Conclusion:

Lacchu: 2.

Ram: 0.

#rrr #lacchu rrr #ram rrr #kind of funny

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enigma-the-mysterious · 5 months ago

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

komuram bheemudo

#rrr #rise roar revolt #komaram bheem #komuram bheem #komuram bheemudo #lol #alluri sitarama raju #rama raju #fanart #flandrepudding #important #desi #india

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clearholidaysindia · 17 days ago

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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.

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nimi05 · 4 months ago

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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.

#travel #Delhi #hourly hotels in Delhi #hotel booking #temples in delhi

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enigma-the-mysterious · 11 days ago

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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!

@tamsinswriting @asha10100101010 @hurricanebreeze

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.

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tedexia · 7 months ago

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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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