#bollywood fanfiction

[swxrxgini]

Can you please write headcanons for Bhallaladeva when instead of devsena, he became obsessed with reader after seeing her portrait. And requests his mother to arrange their marriage. Can you also please write how will he court her and act around her before and after marriage? Thank you ❤️

|: The apsara in the portrait...

Receiver....Author: "Hello? Yes, okay. Thank you for the request!! This psycho is definitely a fan favourite and I love him so much!"

Receiver....Synopsis: "The beauty of Heranshi was it's princess and upon seeing a portrait of her painted by a villager from Heranshi, the elder prince of Maheshmati falls for her after seeing her portrait.."

Receiver....warnings: "Hello? Okay, not many warnings, but Bhallaldeva is probably a bit tamer here since he's not so much behind Devsena so he doesn't feel like he's losing another thing to Bahubali, so he's a bit tamer and not so much after the throne now| Reader mentioned to have siblings and mentions of pregnancy| He's a bit OOC|| Part 2: Nsfw"

✤ Bhalleldeva is a man of refined taste as one would say, he's a royal and the elder son of Rajamatha Shivgami Devi and a crown prince. Of-curse he's known for his lavish tastes. He wanted the throne, but couldn't get it. So when Shivgami Devi sent him away for, he got delighted as it gave him a chance to earn the throne back.

✤ While Bahubali was away, Bhalladeva indulged himself in different things, drinks, games, fights and especially women..when one day, as he was having fun with drinks, he overheard a few of the noble men's servants talking about an apsara from Heranshi, "Have you seen her hair??", "So black and so long, perfect for a lady of her title" compliments after compliments poured from their mouths for the so called princess.

✤ And one thing led to another and he got the foreign nobleman to pain a picture of the so called apsara, he was curious, he couldn't lie..and he could see why people of your empire loved you so much, you were so gorgeous with your long hair, gorgeous eyes, and stories of your kindness and more only encourage his sudden infatuation with you.

✤ He told his mum on accident how much he had begun liking you, and she excitedly call for a meeting after Bahubali returned for a while and they visited Heranshi for a while and met with the king and queen, both of them glad to meet the great Shivgami Devi, and her sons, Bhallalldeva and Bahubali.

✤ They were invited by the king and queen for a festival and you held a dance performance as the princess of your empire and he was star struck, Bahubali would smirk and nudge Bhallaldeva's shoulders and tease him about being obsessed with you before even knowing your name, as Bhalladeva would push him away as he giggled softly.

✤ You and your siblings were introduced to Bahubali and Bhallaldeva and he got to know your name, Y/N, and he was swooning, you were even prettier up close..he could barely hold himself up and he swear to god he felt his knees buckle underneath his weight as you smiled at him.

✤ After a lot of talk, you and Bhalladeva were to be put into an arranged marriage and so he started courting you, he would bring your extremely gorgeous pendents and jewellery; anklets, armbands, earrings, necklaces, nose rings, bracelets, dress belts, expensive clothing, some even bejewelled with gold and stuff.

✤ Flowers, gifts, statues, portraits, expensive clothing, spoiling you with food you liked, jewellery you enjoyed beaded with your birth stones or gemstones, diamonds, gold, silver, platinum and so much more. He would gift them to you and though you found it a bit too extravagant, your parents were happy you had gotten such a wealthy and rich fiancee for yourself.

✤ He knows he's conceited, a bit cruel, a bit of a sadist and if we're being honest, not a fit person for someone as kind and gorgeous as you. So he had to suck up SO MUCH pride and go to Bahubali for advice or Kattappa if hes EXTREMELY desperate and ask them for advice and actually takes some things into consideration even if he thinks Bahubali just talks his brain and word vomits whenever he speaks.

✤ Bahubali actually thinks this engagement between you two is pretty beneficial, not only for the alliance of empires, but also to build his relationship with Bhallaldeva. And he is pretty happy to do so with his brother, even if he doesn't like his brother a lot.

✤ Bhalladeva and you would be sitting like eating lunch or dinner and he would listen to whatever it is you have to say if you're more talktative and if he's the more talkative one, he'd be trying to tell you as much as he can about the books he read, stories of his childhood, about himself, about his empire, Maheshmati, to you while you listen with interest. If you're both a bit closer at this point, you both might even feed each other.

✤ Eventually he did have to go back, but you got your parents to send you with him to Maheshmati for a while to see how living there would be like while Bahubali headed back to see Devsena with Kattapa.

✤ You and Bhalladeva got certainly a lot of time together, you did not like his father Bijjaladeva a lot who sneered at you, but you didn't say anything to Bhalladeva because you did not want to be disrespectful to him and his family, especially not his mum, who come to like you a lot...But after a while, Bhalladeva did catch the uncomfortability you got around his dad and asked you once while you both laid in his bed.

✤ You did eventually speak your mind out a bit, trying to be as respectful as possible, ready to be kicked out or whatever..but he sighed, internally he knew you'd be creeped out by his dad's weird, not because of his weird body stature, but rather by his scheming, sort of evil intended nature..He calmed you down, promise to protect you...and talked to his dad about it as well.

✤ Simply to say, his dad was not happy and did try to scheme your death, but he shut it down and gave a stern talking to his dad. While you and him slowly got closer and closer, until Bahubali came back with more news that he liked Devsena and the two fell in love and stuff, it was pretty rushed, but him and Devsena seemed closer than anything.

✤ You and Bhalladeva's marriage was first and since you were quite beloved for your kind, generous and wealthy reign in your family's empire, people welcomed you with open arms. As you and him got married in a lavish wedding, your mother cried.

✤ During your marriage, let's say they still had the shoe stealing tradition, and so your sisters stole Bhalladeva's shoes which were so huge compared to them, and they had to be extra tricky, they stole the shoes when he removed them and he couldn't even feel bad cause you were laughing softly, looking so pretty.

✤ It was a good bonding moments and he did give your sisters huge sum of money to get his shoes back as your sisters, you, Bahubali, your close families laughed gently, and you were accepted into the family by Shivgami Devi immediately.

✤ Bhalladeva did complain to you about how he wanted the throne and stuff, but trying to a form a relationship with you, advice on relationships and stuff all came from Bahubali and so the two formed a bond, he became more interested in spending time with you rather than running an empire and besides, his mum's judgement never went wrong.

✤ You thought he showered you with gifts before, he showered you with gifts and affection even more after marriage, constant kisses, constant spending time together with him reading you old stories of Mahesmati or Heranshi..whatever he can get.

✤ Both getting palmistry to see your future in marriage and he did not wish to tell you anything, no matter how much you demanded it. He definitely became more mellowed out and calmer after your marriage, constant affection in private, though in public, his hand is always around yours. People of Maheshmati think it's rather adorable and servants even more so.

✤ He sometimes has you watch his fights with Bijjaladeva, him sometimes making back-handed compliments which you threw back with equally sassy yet respectable comments which made Bhalladeva laughed, though he tried not to show it.

✤ You know in the first week of marriage, Bahubali was sitting on the floor with kid's toys and you bent down and held his chin and kissed his forehead like a mum and you both go so confused cause he called you mum on accident after that and Bhalladeva instantly though you both were drunk...

✤ Apparently Bahubali is your babyboy brother too. And you were so incredibly happy for him as his marriage was done to such a gorgeous girl which you definitely teased him about as he giggled like a babygirl, while Bhalladeva glared at Bahubali.

✤ He has portraits painted of you and he gets pissed off if they don't portray your beauty exactly as he sees it, whenever after a puja he gets prashad, he feeds it to you first before eating it himself, same of taking the puja from the diya, he does it to you first before himself.

✤ Very protective and possessive, his murderous tendencies do jump back in when some man or lady tries to disrespect you, he has threatened and maybe killed hurt some people, not that he will tell you.

✤ Always decorating you with stuff you have in your closet after a day because it's a way he relaxes, seeing you dolled up and pretty, as it's tiring for you, since you have to take off so many heavy gold, diamond, gemstone and silver and other jewellery.

✤ It won't be too long before you do get pregnant, if you want NSFW headcanons...that's another thing, request it and maybe I'll do it. Maybe add in some scenarios for this too, fluffy ones though.

✤ But seriously, you do get pregnant pretty quickly, cause man he's a..how to say, he desperately insatiable guy and he thinks you'd look gorgeous while pregnant, and have children with your looks who he thinks will be absolute beauties on earth.

✤ During his and Bahubali's coronation, you calmed his nerves and told him it's fine to be a commander of arms right beside the emperor too and Bahubali thanked you immensely for it that his relationship with Bhalladeva was healed and not torn apart for the throne. He took the oath as Devsena made you sit with her, since she was cooing to your pregnant belly the entire time and congratulating you

✤ Speaking of Devsena, you and her literally become best-friends, especially after her and Bahubali's marriage and she gets pregnant not too long after you, brothers are not so different after all.

✤ But before she was pregnant, she gifted you so many things and you gifted her so many things from your empire, Heranshi as well. You and her took so much time with each other that after a while the brother's got jealous of each other's wife for having so much attention of their wife on the other's wife...yeah..

✤ Overall, pretty cute marriage, he's head over heels, loves you, obsessed with you, kills for you, dies for you, decorates you and loves your kids a lot.

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[anonymouse5]

would anyone potentially be interested in jegulus fics but like diff bollywood movie AUs?

[zeherili-ankhein]

A major part of the marauders fandom have hc of James Potter being desi, right? I am not a big one myself, but here's a fic idea.

Songfic? Modern AU? Yeah both.

James and Lily just enjoying their post graduation dating life while dancing in the rain on the song Zoobi Doobi

— James teaching Lily the lyrics and the meaning beforehand so she would understand what's it all about.

— Lily having trouble with catching up on the fast lyrics because she is still learning. But enjoying nonetheless.

— Them being all soaked, happy, laughing, loving and forgetting a big war is going all.

— And everything's just Happy.

PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE IT I BEG YOU!!!

(got inspired by the little dancing photo of them in the movies)

Part 1, 2, 3, 4

This is part 1 of my Bollywood x Harry Potter fic ideas

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[azul-nova-24]

Just watched Jai Lava Kusa (2017) and oh man, whoever cooked up the idea of having Jr. NTR play three siblings—each one a distinct flavor of drama—clearly had a wild imagination (probably fueled by some fanfiction and other substances). Seriously, the dynamic between these brothers is like watching a soap opera on steroids. You've got Lava, the noble bank manager, who’s all about duty and honor; Kusa, the lovable goof with a heart of gold and is a thief with plans of going to America to steal in dollars ; and Jai, the deranged and black-cat coded villain with a vendetta against his brothers that could fuel an entire series.

The way these three brothers interact is a total trip. Lava and Kusa are the epitome of brotherly love and loyalty, but then enter Jai, who’s not just a black sheep but a full-blown storm cloud of chaos. The sibling rivalry is so intense, it feels like it’s straight out of a high-stakes melodrama, only turned up to a thousand. Watching them navigate their tangled relationships—Lava’s idealism clashing with Jai’s cruelty and Kusa’s innocent charm being caught in the crossfire—is both gripping and a little bit bonkers. The movie plays with this dynamic in such a dramatic and over-the-top way that it feels like a love letter to every epic family feud in cinematic history, with a healthy dose of self-parody.

[notjustaninchident]

please someone make some heeramandi fanfiction ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

need an OC x OC, where the FL is a tawaif who's resigned to her faith and has given up and the ML gives her hope that there is still a way out (not saviour types tho, they mutually help each other and run off in the sun and live happily ever after)

or one where the tawaif character is also working towards azadi and extorts information from her angrezi sahab but is caught (a little Raazi tease there but with a happy ending because my heart can't take anymore angst 😔)

please desi tumblr fanfic girlies, I'm begging 🫣

[fifi2930]

A little preview from chapter 4 of my Polin au fanfic.

[swxrxgini]

AHH UR LAST POST WAS SO ADORABLE I NEED BHALLADEVA FLUFFY NSFW HEADCANONS OR ILL GO CRAZY

|: The apasara in his arms...

Receiver....Author: "Hello, Yeah..due to popular wishes, I'm doing NSFW headcanons for this hot psycho. Again, this continues on from the last timeline of the last Bhalladeva post."

Receiver....Synopsis: "The apsara that was Bhalladeva's wife and one of the crown princess of Maheshmati, beloved by people, has an insatiable husband...just some moments with them.."

Receiver....Warnings: " Fingering, corruption kink (a little bit), mating press, size kink, unprotected sex (don't do it), nipple play, dacryphilia, bulge kink, finger fucking.| Fem! reader.||NSFW. ||Minors DNI.|| don't tell anyone I wrote this, I won't ask why you like this psycho, but I get it, he's hot|| Continuation from the last post.|| A bit OOC|| He's a bit tamer here and has a somewhat good relationship with Bahubali and doesn't like Devsena|| प्राचीन: ancient, for those who don't know Hindi."

☪ It was probably a bit before your wedding that he found his eyes wandering your body a bit too long nowadays, a bit too perverted thoughts in his mind, how he wanted to squeeze you so tight and something more...not that he would do anything you didn't want, that's no way into your heart, as Bahubali said....apparently, Bhallaldeva doesn't listen to Bahubali a lot...

☪ And he was a bit affectionate sure, holding your hands when you're both together and during, as you both watch over the empire or as he feeds you while staring at you hopelessly and disgustingly in love. Or he has you sleep in his room (if it's permitted) and snuggled against you so close.

☪ After the wedding, it was all hell loose, if you're there, he's there and either right beside you or under you as you sit on his lap or around five feet from you, because he refuses to be far...Something he realized he's a touch starved, of-course he won't know this, but if you catch on, pretty nice for him.

☪ Tell me in my eyes that you don't think he doesn't have a size kink...Like the mans the size of a bull, you saw that bull fighting scene! You don't think he doesn't get aroused when he sees your tiny self, cause no matter how tall, you're short to him.

☪ say, there was probably a period, he felt you against him as he held your hips to help you lift or something and he realized how light you are...? Well, compared to him, you are. He could so easily pick you and fold you and that sent some ideas in his head, while you innocently did your task. He feels bad for having a dirty mind while you weren't doing anything, but again..he thinks you'd look gorgeous in a position like that

☪ And let's admit, it won't be too long before he actually had you underneath him, he's charismatic in some areas, okay?? And being honest, it's probably a bit of his first time too...but he'll softly moving his fingers in and out of your cunt, his face showing he was slightly embarrassed, a bit shy..but very fascinated.

☪ You did have to direct him a bit, but it's like natural talent that he improves so much, your legs are shaking by him fingering you to orgasm 2 times...Before he actually hoped you'd be able to take him, even if he enjoy the sight of you struggling to take him, his fingers enjoying rubbing circles on your clit...he finds it cutely entertaining...

☪ He enjoys scanning you, taking his time in undressing you as he smirks and simply stares up and down, it's his natural habit...taking his time in drinking your appearance. When you are finally vulnerable and naked, he'll take his time even then to tease you a bit, while his hands softly held your hips or gently strokes your nipples, softly pulling at the buds at times, or gently touching your clit to feel the wetness gather there..

☪ He thinks it's fun to see the innocence go away from you, corrupting your innocent mind a bit, while he pressed his knee near your head and fucking you gently for the first two to three times, until he lets loose and it always ends with you not being able leave the bed for a day or two. He apologizes a bit after you're both done, but he genuinely feels proud of himself for being able to do that...he would rub it in Bahubali's face if not for Bahubali having Devsena...

☪ It's the cutest sight in his eyes, watching your cry, struggle to take him while you slowly and softly started loosing your innocence as he pressed himself in you, feeling the bulge in your stomach...Or one finger softly finger pressing on your tongue, down your throat, almost choking you, but it's mostly to quieten any noises from you both to not alert anyone.

☪ Though he tries to quieten you, it's no use, the sound of skin, slapping and squelching is loud enough to alert all the guards and the ladies and servants outside...most of you're regular maids not even being able to have eye contact with you..which makes for a funny, but extremely awkward atmosphere the next day as they get you ready and stuff..

☪ Speaking of, he has a breeding kink, which should be obvious, since most of the time sex is used for creating babies. So, being honest, sex only started as a way for you both to have kids, and then he just got hooked and couldn't stop the feeling...eventually did ask a doctor how to make sure you're not pregnant after doing it...got told to just pull out, something stressful in his head.. and quite devastating too...

☪ But again, rough sex is a way for him to also release anger, stress, jealousy or anything in between...it's also a good way to makeup after an argument. Bahubali talked to you for three seconds too long? Sex. Devena complain and argued wit him, even if he was the one in the wrong? Sex. His mum didn't give him enough presents? Sex. His mum took you away for too long? Sex. A guard stared at you for a .8 second too long? The guard is murdered and sex.

☪ I would say sex is like a glue, but actually it's more like a necessity at this point, like eating and breathing to Bhalladeva...which is just weird, his mum does eventually put him on a sex ban...And you do end up getting pregnant a bit too quickly after marriage...it's no surprise really, but if you don't? It's fine...Bhallaldeva does not care for kids, and certainly is not happy with having them..but for you it's different, but he likes being like a wine uncle...if wine uncle was a प्राचीन prince who was a bit of a nepo baby type guy.

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[cilil]

Bollywood Challenge

𝐂ⱺ𝗂𐓣𝖼𝗂ᑯ𝖾𐓣𝖼𝖾𝗌 ⱺ𝖿 𝐅α𝗍𝖾

𖹭 Pairings: Eönwë x Mairon, Eönwë x Gothmog 𖹭 Synopsis: Sometimes Eönwë wonders if his life is just like Manwë's romance novels. Sometimes he even thinks the One may be laughing at him from above. 𖹭 4 1/3 drabbles | SWG archive

Eönwë remembers no other mission as vividly as this one, scouting the northern wastes for signs of Melkor and his creatures, when he was unexpectedly caught in a snowstorm and eventually fell, crashing into an icy mountain. 

He remembers cold, pain and then sudden warmth as his mind remained unconscious and his fána was held by something big and strong. 

He remembers being carried, his head resting comfortably against something broad and muscular, the faint presence of another, warm breath on his skin.

And at the end of it all he remembers waking up, not knowing who his rescuer was. 

~

Eönwë often recalls the first time he met Mairon, that talented, beautiful and utterly frightening Maia, working with the same precision and persistence as a bird of prey when it was hunting. He still knows how many times he found excuses to visit him in the forge and remembers his clumsy attempts at striking up conversations. 

Nevertheless, Mairon had seemed to enjoy his presence, to be amenable to any possible advances, to like him. 

Until the day he no longer did. 

Though at least Eönwë found out soon after what, or rather who, had forever stolen Mairon's favour from him. 

~

Eönwë remembers the time he chanced upon a servant of Melkor. 

Part of him hoped it was Mairon, part of him dreaded the possibility, but it wasn't him. 

It was another spirit of fire, one he had never seen on Almaren, one that had taken a giant, monstrous form of flame and shadow. 

Even so, something about this one suddenly felt familiar. 

Gothmog he was called, and he was the Lord of Balrogs, as his kin had come to be known.

Eönwë fled, yet somehow he's regretted it ever since, wondering what Gothmog might have had to say to him. 

~

Eönwë has been seeing Mairon in his dreams ever since that day when he finally found him again. After everything was over, after his dark master had lost. 

In the end Mairon was the one who came to him, and Eönwë foolishly hoped it meant something. That he was truly sorry. That he would come back with him. That things would be alright and they could continue where they had left off all those years ago. 

But Mairon had merely wanted protection and absolution and vanished when Eönwë couldn't give it. 

Maybe that was truly all he ever wanted then. 

~

Eönwë remembers hearing the story of how Gothmog finally fell in Gondolin. To this day, he knows not why the Lord of Balrogs sought him out once, or what he meant to say. 

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[the-deadrobin]

I love Ao3, because no matter how much lampshading and jokes Kal Ho Naa Ho makes about them, I SEE THE CHEMISTRY, AND SO DO THESE 7 AUTHORS.

[billi-mausi]

Trick or treat? 🎃🦇

Happy Halloween 🎃

Treat for you!!

I have like a lot of new fic ideas (mostly Jegulus because they are babies <3)

So as a huge Bollywood fan and Jegulus shipper, i coudnt help but combine the two 😭 so these are a few ideas I had as of now!!

"Zindagi Na milega" ff's plot(kind of):

Remus Barty and James were the best of friends untill James and Barty got played by the same girl and faugh over her. Years later Remus decided to get the trio together for one fun little trip before an *important thing* is going to happen to Remus. There they meet Regulus and the rest.

Love happens.

[allari-ammayi]

Wife | Pt.1《Bharya》B. Deva

☆Bhallaladeva x Fem! OC☆

Synopsis: Pooja and Bhallaladeva have been married for three months, but after their wedding ceremony came to an end, Pooja hasn't seen him or heard of him since. It's not like she's his first wife she likely won't be his last- is what she thinks. But when Bhallaladeva sends a servant to summon Pooja to his quarters late one night, Pooja hopes to fulfil their unstarted martial duties, instead, Bhalla requests that Pooja do something else for him. Something Pooja never expected to hear from the ruthless king of Mahismati. 《Pt. 1, 1.9 k Words》

Note: This is the OC version of this fic. If you would like to read the Y/n version, it will be available on my Y/n masterlist page! ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

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“It’s been two months, Mama {Trans. ‘Uncle’}.”

“For most women, it was six, my dear.”

“What’s the point of even marrying so many women if he isn’t going to talk to any of them?”

“Political reasons. Amma, Pooja, you should stop waiting for him and go to sleep, my lady.”

The loyal but helpless Kattappa spoke as ‘the King’ Bhallaladeva’s newest concubine resurfaced her face from in between her knees.

The sky was dark and Kattapa had just finished his duty of serving the lady some fruit. It wasn’t quite his duty, but something he chose to do. Pooja never had a proper father and Kattapa was the closest she had ever gotten.

Pooja looked up at the sky and thought over the past few months. It’s already been three years since the defeat of Bahubali and the raising of Bhallaladeva.

Nothing changed much for Pooja, but she knew it was only because she was the daughter of a higher official. The poorer people of the nation though, were being robbed of everything they once owned.

“Are you sure he won’t visit me?” Pooja asked, leaning the side of her face on her knees, looking off into the trees as she rested on the balcony ledge.

“I don’t think it’s likely, my lady.” Kattapa adjusted his sword back into its place and stood before Pooja as she turned her head towards him.

He gave her a sharp bow with his fist to his heart, wished her a good night’s sleep and trotted off, leaving Pooja to think by herself.

True, it had already been two months since she had been betrothed to the king of Mahismati. But not once since her wedding had she seen his face.

Even before the wedding, she had never really seen him. Maybe once or twice when the two were younger and Bhallaladeva was considered one of the high and prideful princes, always finding ways to make his mother proud.

Pooja couldn’t remember if she was merely imagining it, but she also considered the multiple moments of eye contact she and Bhalla had shared previous to their marriage full of romantic tension. Were those gazes they shared a figment of her imagination?

On her wedding day, Pooja and Bhalla had exchanged short glances and a single moment of eye contact. Since then, they had never spoken. Actually, now that Pooja thought about it, Bhalla and Pooja had never spoken even on their wedding day. Not even on their wedding night, which Pooja was eagerly waiting for.

She draped herself in the prettiest white and gold sari that she could afford and waited on the bed covered in flower petals for her beloved. High with the hopes of feeling love and giggling like a schoolgirl, Pooja waited for a few minutes.

Bhalla was not there.

She waited an hour.

Still, no one was there to entertain her or to be entertained by her.

Pooja waited for a couple more hours, her excitement and giddiness ebbing away with every second that passed, till she succumbed to the desire for her sleep.

It was a sad night and an even worse next morning. The very next morning, hoping to wake up to the face of her dear new husband, Pooja awoke to an empty bed, the flower petals on Bhalla’s side undisturbed, making Pooja realise that she had spent the night alone. Her precious wedding night.

The night in which a husband and wife would share moments of intimacy together. She had spent that night alone, all by her lonesome. The same continued for the next two months. Pooja waited patiently and eagerly in her room till late hours every night hoping that at least one day Bhallaladeva would suddenly remember his latest wife and visit her.

But it was never the case.

Pooja, being close with all of his other wives, was told several times to give up and get on with her life. That Bhalla had never visited the other wives before either, and if he did, it was only for the most important of formal reasons. If else, he would send servants.

The other wives pitied Pooja. They even saw a bit of themselves in her, but no one ever waited for Bhalla for that long like a love-sick puppy. They usually gave up after a week or two.

“Ayyo, picchi pilla, {Trans. ‘Oh, you silly girl.’}” Bhalla’s third wife spoke as she peeled an apple with the sharp end of a dagger for her, Pooja and a couple of other wives as they sat around and chatted like they always did.

“He isn’t going to come, Chinni.” Bhalla’s second wife spoke as caressed Pooja’s head affectionately.

“Kadu. Aiyna vastharu. Naku namakam undi. {Trans. ‘No. I believe in him, he’ll come for me.’}” Pooja said softly as she stared at the ground.

“Ma matta vini ayna kosam agadam maneyi, thalli. {Trans. ‘Listen to us and stop waiting around for him, my dear.’}” Another spoke up as Pooja stubbornly cushioned her chin on her kneecap as she leaned her back against a pillar. Pooja shook her head slightly and continued staring forward intently.

“Aiyna ki na meda prema undi. Vastaru. Vacchi teestaru. {Trans. ‘He loves me. He’ll come for you, just you wait.’}”

At Pooja’s words, half the wives burst out in laughter while the others quietly giggled to themselves. Pooja’s head shot up at him in half-confusion and half-anger and she glared at him.

“Enduku navvutunaru!? {Transl. ‘Why’re you laughing!?’}”

“Picchi pilla, {Trans. ‘Silly girl,’}” Bhalla’s fourth wive said, getting up to sit next to Pooja, draping her arm over Pooja’s shoulders. “Asala aiyina ki prema ante ento tellidu. Aiyna ki preminche shakti ledu. {Trans. ‘He doesn’t even know what loves is. He can’t feel love.’}” Pooja’s eyebrows came together in confusion.

“Aithe mari mimmalini ela premistunaru? {Trans. ‘Then how is he loving you all?’}” The girl asked, naively, and once again, the group of women burst into giggles.

“Aiyina mammalini evaruni preminchateledu. {Trans. ‘He isn’t in love with any of us and doesn’t love aany of us.’}”

“He doesn’t even lust after us.”

“What..?” Pooja said, her motuh agape.

“That’s true.” The first wife spoke out, wise as ever, “We’re only married to him because there’s something from our families he wants. Be it armies, money or privileges. Anything.”

“Yes. Never once has he ever shown us affection or love or anything even close.”

“Mari meeku baathaga leda? {Trans. ‘Then are you not sad?’}” Pooja asked, her eyes starting to droop in pity. The other women smiled sweetly, none in pity or sadness.

“No. Not really,” The first said, “He never gave us a reason to love him in the first place, so it was easy. We have our own lives and he has his.”

These words caused a flurry of emotions to erupt within Pooja’s heart but none so as strong as her iron will and faith in the king.

All the wives urged her to move on. They encouraged her to use her status as one of Bhalla’s wives to her advantage and achieve anything she wanted to in life.

But Pooja never gave up hope.

Or at least not till the third month.

Pooja had yet to see hide nor hair of Bhalla, the man she was made to dedicate her life to, and she was starting to lose hope.

Would she finally break and give up like the rest of the wives had? Pooja thought about it that night in the chilly, dark, open balcony.

Was it even worth waiting anymore?

Just as Pooja was about to think not, she heard the sound of shuffling footsteps advancing towards her room.

Pooja’s heart jumped and butterflies attacked her stomach.

Could it be..?

The sound of knocks on Pooja’s door echoed through the room and reached her ears, a sudden feeling of excitement starting to awaken within her, lighting up the entire room.

Pooja shot up and raced out of the balcony, running to the door, her anklets and bangels jingling and dangling as she ran, sounding a sweet harmony at the girl’s glee.

Pooja stood in front of the door, her heart racing. She gulped and reached the large lock that held the two massive maple doors together and with a final surge of excitement she dragged the doors open, her breath fast and her face pink, only to be faced with a punch from disappointment.

In front of her stood not her husband, but rather a young servant. Pooja felt her heart drop and her legs weaken as she grasped onto the door for support.

“Oh… Gowri… What is it?” Pooja asked the servant, her obvious look of excitement dissolving into a bitter look of disappointment.

“My lady, I was sent by-” Assuming that the servant was sent by one of the other wives, Pooja strayed her attention elsewhere, barely listening, holding her tears of self-pity back. “-His Majesty.”

Pooja felt herself nearly topple over as she lost grip on the door, effectively being caught by the surprised servant who helped her readjust her composure.

“Did- Did you just say ‘His Majesty’?” Pooja asked, somewhat contemplating wether she had actually gone insane from yearning for Bhalla for so long that she was now imagining things.

“Yes. His Majesty is summoning you to his quarters.” The servant said and Pooja began seeing stars in front of her eyes.

“Would- Would you please repeat that?” Pooja requested, beginning to lose grasp of herself in the chaos of her mind, her excitement and adrenaline running high.

“His Majesty has sent me to inform you that he wishes to see you in his quarters.”

“Do you know what for..?” Pooja asked. She thought she was being selfish and greedy when she had a tiny hope in her heart that the servant wouldn’t say that Pooja was needed for formal reasons.

“I believe his majesty-” Gowri gulped, tripping over her words and her eyes darting around, avoiding Pooja’s eyes.

“Yes?”

“I-I believe-” Gowri’s eyebrows scrunched together and she let out a quick sigh, “I’m unsure, your highness. I was only tasked with bringing you there.” Gowri said with unease, leaving a puzzled Pooja to wonder by she was being summoned.

“Oh… Alright.” Pooja said, mildly confused, “Aithe pada. {Trans. ‘Then let’s go.’}”

And so set off, the confused wife and the uneasy servant who seemed eager to fidget with her thumbs, desperate to leave.

“Just this way, your highness,” Gowri said, leading Pooja to a set of great big oka doors, far larger than Pooja’s. “His Majesty is waiting inside for you, your highness.” Gowri bowed to Pooja, not lifting her head up.

“But-” Pooja gulped as looked at the doors. “Is this not his Majesty’s room? I thought you were leading me to his office?” Gowri remained in a bow, not answering Pooja or liftening her head up.

Pooja gulped and begrudgingly put her palm on the door. With a slight push of uneasiness, the doors creaked open ever so slightly and with the noise of the door, the poor servant jumped and scampered away, keeping her head low in a bow.

Pooja turned her attention away from the jumpy servant and back to the door’s creak, from which the light of torches was spilling out. Pooja opened the door a little more and slowly poked her head inside, looking around to see where Bhallaladeva was and what he wanted with her.

Pooja didn’t know a thing about Bhalla’s room, for she had never been there.

Truth be told, no wife of Bhalla’s had ever gotten as close to his room as Pooja was now, so she knew it was urgent.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 》

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[doloresclaiborne]

If you're a Kabir/Khalid shipper check out my series on ao3 😊

[spnbaby-67]

Behind The Lens

Masterlist for series.

Summary.

"Behind the Lens" is a love story set in the summer of 2023, focusing on Jensen Ackles, a renowned actor facing the burden of stardom. Jensen's relentless dedication to his career has left him overwhelmed and disconnected from his true self. He's caught between his desire for a break and the pressure to maintain his public image. Through conversations with his manager, Darren, Jensen grapples with the need to find balance between his demanding career and personal well-being. This story explores the challenges of fame and the quest to rediscover one's passion in the entertainment industry. When he crosses path with a photographer Saamiya Siddique will she be able to help him be the man he used to be?

HI everyone, this is a story that I came up with after four years of not writing. I can't believe I am back to writing again, and I'm happy to be. I missed my secret world that I could just jump into and escape reality for awhile. I work at a hospital now and i'm mostly nights so me being a night person, writing is slowly coming back. That being said, please take this as a practice series for what is to come later, I may redo some of my older series once I figure out how to set up my tumbler page again. Remember, this is a FANFICTION, not real life, therefor Danneel is not in the series, but note I do love her just the same. I think she is incredible person and helps keep Jensen grounded, and for that I am thankful. Please do not copy my work and use it as yours, you can share and reblog it that helps me out. If you want to be tagged please let me know, and i'll be happy to do so. I'll have warnings on each chapter, This is also a cross over with the king of bollywood Shahrukh Khan as Saamiya's Father. So lets see how this goes shall we?

Pairings: Jensen Ackles and OFC (Sammiya Siddiqui, Shahrukh Khan, Jared Padalecki, Gen Padalecki, Jo Siddiqui (Saamiya's SIster and best friend)

Chapters

One

Two

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[ravenstakeflight]

happy new year, chapter 4

[themotherofblood]

On a more happy note. I’m writing my first Daemyra only fic and it’s YJHD inspired and I’m so excited!! I haven’t done Bollywood fics in a while so this one is gonna be so much fun

I’m trying to translate the “Mujhe Tumse Pyaar Ho Jaye Ga Phir Se” scene.

[linettefox]

Revisiting things purely for the nostalgia:

Revisiting things because you miss them and want to make it your personality again:

*Starts watching Yokai Watch and becoming obsessed with it again*

*Starts playing MySims and becoming obsessed with it again*

*About to rewatch Sally Bollywood which was ultimately a longer hyper-fixation than both of them*

There are quite a few interests I have buried for one reason or another so I guess this year and the upcoming one are just me taking them back. Idk if anyone understands this.