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lessattitudemorealtitude · 3 years ago

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writing tag game

Thanks @kitepiper for the tag!

how many works do you have on Ao3?

(Edit: why is this turning up so big, I’ve literally deleted this section and rewritten it??)

what’s your total Ao3 word count?

550,064 (wow)

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Undeserving - Zero surprise there, I started this fic probably during the height of Rebels popularity

A Quiet Night - holy crap this oneshot?? Mando fics really do do well comparatively

Footsteps of the Forgotten - also not a surprise, my only other truly long fic

Nothing More Important - I love that this is has done so well, so many people bitter about the Mando S2 finale haha

Family Boundaries - Probably my shortest fic (182 words) but it’s talk about found family and Mando traditions so...

So 3 of my top five are Mando related and oneshots, and the other two are just my two longfics (long being REALLY long). That’s kinda funny haha

do you respond to comments, why or why not?

No, very rarely. Maybe as a holdover from ffnet, I tend to use comments as a gauge for how well my fic is doing, but I don’t want to reply and inflate those numbers ‘unfairly’

what’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Well certainly lots of happy oneshots. And I try to end all my fics on a relatively happy note. Although I’m not sure I have any multi-chapter fics that are 100% happy, there’s always some amount of ‘potentially happy future’ or ‘hopeful future’ if not right now to them. I have trouble tying everything up completely nicely, real world never truly ends so I struggle to make solid endings in fic.

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Exhales. Well, certainly many installments of my and @stardustgirl-writes werewolf!AU. AltEzra’s ending is gonna be pretty angsty. And Footsteps of the Fallen is likely to end on a pseudo cliffhanger ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

do you write crossovers?

Outside of Star Wars canon not really. Unless you count using the idea of daemons from His Dark Materials for my daiima AU. Not strictly against it just haven’t had the inspiration.

have you ever received hate on a fic?

In other fandoms on ffnet, yes. Some people have accused me of stealing (we just happened to come up with a vaguely similar concept) or have slammed me for a certain pairing. I don’t think I have in the Rebels fandom... I’ve definitely received comments that are rude or bizarre but I can’t recall anything I’d strictly define as ‘hate’

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

For myself, quite frequently. In previous fandoms, I published it a lot more, but it was almost exclusively noncon since I was basically trying to process my own trauma. The only smut I’ve published for Rebels is the aptly named Good Hard Pleasure Kanera fic

have you ever had a fic stolen?

In a previous fandom, yes. The premise and powers I have certain characters was identical to my fic, including the general plot progression. Never said anything since mine was way more popular anyway.

have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yup the werewolf AU series with stardustgirl-writes

what’s your all-time favourite ship?

Huh, hard to say. I love Kanera of course. And recently turning into a big garashir stan.

what’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I’d like to finish all of them. The one that is haunting me the most is the last ATLA fic I had been writing in ffnet. It was actually hugely popular, but then Rebels pulled me away. I really want to finish it someday T^T

what are your writing strengths?

Dialogue (not to just echo kitepiper, but this has been true my whole life haha)

what are your writing weaknesses?

Describing visual stuff. Whether it’s environment, someone’s appearance, body language... I’m just not a visual person so I often forget to do it in writing.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Depends on the context. Is it a conlang or ficitional language or a real one? I’ve used french as a stand in for twi’lek before. If it’s a full conversation, I’m more likely to say “they chattered in x language” or something to that nature.

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

Supernatural (yes, I was a hardcore spn fan for seasons 1-7, then I got bored with it haha)

what’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Hmm hard to say. I am proud of The Undeserving, a lot of effort went into it. I also really love my daiima series, although I’m getting burnt out on it (which is unfortunate because I’m only like halfway through the intended plot x_x).

Oh actually, Gudiya Raja (which kitepiper actually helped me pick a lullaby and title for). My mind tends to drift to this one pretty often. I’m really happy with how it turned out, and it was a good way for me to work out my feelings for both Jedi Night and with the whitewashing and racism that happens in the fandom.

Tagging: @stardustgirl-writes, @isaakandreyevs, @bedlamsbard, and anyone else who wants to join in^^

#tagging game #writing

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theysaywhatasadsight · 5 years ago

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Wedding Bells, Part One (Steve Rogers x Desi!Reader)

A/n: *Slides up to you* Good Evening (technically its morning hehe) but this fic was made possible by Amy (some may know her, she was formerly @thelazypangolin ), by @messy-random-bitch and @officially-tonynat-shrine who listened to my crazy headcanons and gave me amazing ones. @nasarogers is the clueless American I would die for (love you bby) and @shurisneakers and @chillingbucky wanted to be tagged. Technically this is a desi au, so translations are right next to the sentence and some pop culture references are in the glossary. The story is based in Delhi so if any of y’all live there don’t come for my head skkssk. (P.S.: IDK if the ‘person sitting in the lap of another person in a car’ is technically illegal here or not? Imagine my surprise when I went to Europe and found out it’s illegal there RIP. So ignore the “is this actually allowed?” question, please and thank you.

Warnings: Floof, some violence and blood, swearing (well it’s in another language)

"Agent (L/N), thoughts?" The post mission debrief was often long and complicated but this time, one of her many gods had clearly smiled upon her as it was over in an hour. Most of the junior agents had cleared out of the room, leaving behind a few of the senior ones and the director of SHIELD. "Don't let Richardson go next time; all he does is whine and make extremely bad decisions. Our job is to provide assistance to the Avengers, not to be heroes ourselves. Let's keep ourselves a bit on the down low." "Agreed." Smith piped up. There were nods around the table. "I'll talk to Richardson, push him on a desk job for a while." Everyone stood up and filled out. Walking beside Nick, YN grabbed his tablet for him. "Always working, Sir." "Unlike you, Agent (L/N). A whole month for a wedding? It's not you that's getting married is it?" He looked completely serious but she could see the glint of mischief in his eye. "What? I haven't taken a single holiday in a year. Besides,its my cousin's wedding; they're pretty close." "I suppose you're not joining us for the Islamabad mission?" "Not really, already I get called unpatriotic too much. Good luck!"

She handed off the debrief files in the Avengers' living room. A few were lazing around, some off to shower or maybe nap. She herself wanted one, not wanting to wrestle with a saree and a suitcase. "So I hear you're not showing up for the next month?" She handed the file to Natasha while Tony looked up from his phone where he was declining with Pepper and Morgan who were away to Chicago for a meeting and visiting Pepper's family. After Ultron, it was always better to have physical copies of files. "Yeah, cousin getting married." "Oooh, with the number of days you were leaving I thought it was yours." "Don't, Fury already made that joke. And besides, wouldn't I invite you lot to my hypothetical wedding?" She smiled as she sat down on the sofa next to him, grabbing an apple from the coffee table. "Considering it was Steve's wedding too I would think we would already be invited, I did call you all to mine." He smirked. Y/N nearly choked on her apple. "Wait, what?!" "Darling, we know you've been hooking up. Or planning to." Natasha sighed and glared at Tony. "So much staring at each other on missions. You always covering his ass, and might I remind you of the time he went into a coma after a mission and you nearly ripped the place apart?" "Clearly, your super senses are gone because there is nothing there. Nada. Zilch. There is absolutely no potential there. We're just colleagues." "Colleagues who hooked up once? Last new year's you two were slobbering over each other. You left Bucky and Me dancing alone to that...what was it called again?" "Sheila ki Jawani*?" "Yes! Amazing song, by the way. Movie didn't make a lick of sense but then again, which heist movie does?" Glad at the change of topic, she smiled. "Do you need more movie recommendations?" "Nope, Bucky and I still have your old list to go through." "Call me if you need explanations. Only WhatsApp calls though, I'm not shelling out a fortune to explain the reincarnation of Shanti Priya* to you."

Hungry, jet lagged and extremely fatigued she landed at the Delhi airport, hoping against hope that the crowd assembled at the pick up was for the Tik Tok star that was also on her flight and not because her whole clan hadn't seen her for 3 years. But when was she ever lucky? When she had left the army to join SHIELD everyone had been very disappointed in her. Not that any of them knew. For immediate family, she was in HR for Stark Industries and for the rest she was in 'Amreeka, doing something or the other'.

When they told her she would be sleeping alongside her younger cousin who was training to be a doctor she just sighed. The nerd would probably study the whole night and keep the light on. Maybe she could do some pending work; jet lag would keep her awake anyway. Work, yes. Work would keep her awake. Definitely not daydreaming about a pair of blue eyes that wouldn't go away; the owner of whom was the biggest fattu (coward) she had ever seen.

He missed Y/N. It had barely been 4 days since she was gone. He should ideally know better. Fraternising among agents wasn't good. Her job would be in danger if anyone found out. He never really had a thing for rules though. "Good God, Rogers, stop moping about and give her a call." "I-what?" "Yes." Natasha frowned at him from where she was leaning against the countertop. He was crushing the cardamom, trying to figure out if it went after the chai was done or before. "Ask her when the cardamom goes in. I think it's before the whole thing boils." "I, uh, I'll look up a recipie." "Care to tell me why Steve Rogers, who loves coffee as black as his soul is trying to replicate YN's sweet as hell chai? Couldn't you get some from Starbucks?" "That's no chai,that's just tea and milk. She had it once and almost threw it at the barista's head...Nat, why are you looking at me like that?" "Nothing, nothing at all."

"They're no longer in Islamabad." "What?" "Someone leaked the details of the raid to them. They're moving it to India now, possibly to the capital. They have enough contacts to pull it off, even HYDRA's helping them." "New Delhi, isn't that where Agent (L/N) is now?" "Fury, she's on vacation; besides she's not picking up any of her calls." Natasha glared at Nick. "A radioactive gas that can take out the entire subcontinent and a dude who's not stopping at anything to further his our-return-to-the-dark-ages agenda? Pretty sure it beats all weddings. Send someone with the briefing and gather your team. We’re sorting this shit out, fast."

"No. Absolutely not. I'm not going to show up at her door asking her to cancel her family commitments and go back to work." "Really, the concern you two have for each other is extremely sweet and nauseating; but you have to do it. Get in, get recon and get back in contact. If the rumour is true we'll have to assemble the whole team." The former assassin rolled her eyes at Steve's aghast face. "I got her address off an old file; I'll ask her to pick you up. And please, don't get lost somewhere; we really don't have any spare agents to track you down." "I've been outside the States before, Widow. And using confidential information for personal purposes? Nefarious." "This is the reward I get for being a good wingwoman. Fine, don't come crying to me when you're invited to her actual wedding." As he set about packing he daydreamed about jumping off the top of the compound and wondering if his feet would still work to escape into the surrounding forest.

She got the text the minute Natasha assumed Steve's plane took off. "Your boyfriend is headed towards Delhi. Introduce him, be the black sheep you are and for the love of God read the files and make a plan." The rest was just code saying the plans had changed, the expected mission derailed. When her family began pestering her, saying that her turn at the altar was next and asking about boyfriends, she had blurted Steve's name by accident, the fact that it made a perfect cover was a different matter. That's what happens when you space out while talking to Sunita Chachi*, woman has a tongue sharper than Gordon Ramsay's knife. Her mother had just smiled sadly and asked two of YN's younger cousins to share a bed when told another guest would be joining them.

30 minutes after the plane landed he immediately wanted to go back. What he was used to was executing secret and well-coordinated missions, not the actual planning and coordinating. Sam argued he was growing soft. He just liked listening to YN's voice. And now he was in an unfamiliar land with no foreseeable end to his stay and a wedding to attend, apparently. YN smiled at him at the receiving line, smiling as a lover receiving a spouse after a long separation. She walked up to him and whispered "You're my boyfriend from work, you know zero hindi and Natasha introduced us." She embraced him and leaned forward for a kiss. It lasted shorter than he would've liked. She continued whispering as she grasped his hand and lead him to the car which already had three people in it. "Did you pick up more guests?" "Nope, they just wanted to see you first." Opening the door as Steve tossed his bag in the back she yelled something at the assembled children and got in the right. Was the kid in the front supposed to drive? "Do you need an invitation?" One of the kids yelled out.

He had judged wrong. There were not only three teenagers, there were two more kids who had been too shy to outright stare at him like their elder siblings (he assumed) had. One sat in his lap, staring outside the window. The others chose instead to glare at him unnervingly. YN drove, swearing at everything. One of the younger ones laughed at something she said and immediately had his ears covered and shushed."Didi* don't teach Gudiya bad words!"

"Arey baba sorry, tu toh janta hai traffic kitna bura hai; akele chalane ki adaat ho gayi hai bhenchod. Sorry." (“You know how bad traffic is, I’m used to driving alone, sisterfucker” Basically the reader’s saying the traffic is the worst and how she’s used to driving alone and hence swears often while driving; also people from Delhi apparently like to attach swears to everything.) She grinned as her cousin gasped again. She was at the moral, change-the-world stage. YN missed that.

“So, change of plans?” Pinky grinned at Y/N as she looked up from a complicated looking textbook. The kid had somehow made it to medical school without losing her mind or her calm demeanour. “I’m only gonna switch places at night, right now let me study Anatomy.”Sighing at her cousin’s confused stare, she glared back. “Arey you’ll want to sleep next to your boyfriend na?” “Uh, yeah, I mean, thank you, but it’s no problem. I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.” “Calm down. If we get caught sneaking around in the middle of the night its worse for the two of you. I got into MBBS, I can basically get away with murder now.” she smiled. Y/N wondered whether her cousin would be a sociopath or a leader later. She went about chalking up the updated plan for the recon, only hoping her family would behave themselves around Steve. She caught some part of her wishing it was the real thing so that the poor guy’s suffering wouldn’t be in vain.

Hey bhagwaan (oh God), I need gangajal* and a stiff drink. Also a lobotomy.

“How did that idiot even cross the border this quick? And how are we getting informed this late? This is going to be a logistical nightmare, the government is going to put the pressure on us.” “Maybe someone exposed him or he got pushed back down on the social hierarchy. It’s a mess.” On the pretense of sightseeing, Y/n had dragged Steve away from her nosy relatives to get details for the now completely changed mission. "Can I try that?" He gestured to the bowl of chaat* in her hands. "Don't cry if you find it too spicy then. You couldn't even tolerate my butter chicken; even my youngest cousin can eat that." "My tongue is really not fond of burning and not being able to taste anything for a fortnight." "Oh? What is it fond of then?" His answering blush made her smile. "I-uh, we need to report within three days, Nat is busy getting everyone together and ready for the mission." "The engagement is in 2 days! How are we even going to get out?" "How much do you like this cousin anyway?" "How. Dare. You. Rahul is one of the few I actually like." "Yeah, how many are there? I lost count at 13." She punched his arm and snorted, earning a smile from him and a glare from the chaatwala*.

YN truly regretted coming back here. The never ending taunts, the upcoming solo recon mission (that she would have to give Rahul’s engagement a miss for, he was one of her favorites too) and the fact that the guy she had been thirsting over the past few months was suddenly her so-called boyfriend. Massaging her temples as she got up to get ready, she hoped desperately the recon would not involving fighting. She already had thinning hair due to the stresses of being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, her hair being yanked out while pins were still attached to her hair wouldn’t help the cause.

"Mummy!" She yelled over the din of the loud, jarring music. Her mother was smiling and gossiping with her sister-in-law. "Thoda kaam aa gaya; Delhi wale office Jana padega." (Some work popped up, I’ll have to go to the Delhi office) "Itni raat ko? Uss gore ko lekar?" (So late? With the foreigner in tow?”) "Are kuch nahi hoga, bohot important hai, warna nahi jaati." (Nothing will happen. It’s too important, otherwise I wouldn’t have gone.) "Wapis aa jaiyo jaldi, raat ko ghumne safe nahi hota." (Come back quick, It's not safe to roam at night.) "Pakka." (I promise)

"MADARCHOD!" (”MOTHERFUCKER!”) She grunted as she ducked, the bullet nearly embedding in her collarbone. She fired back two shots, one at a goon's head and one at his accomplice's knees. Whipping her head at a noise, she gasped as Steve has a bullet graze him as one of them took a lucky shot at him. He only winced. The goddamn lehenga* got in the way of her running after the idiot who could run like fucking Milkha Singh* even after being shot in the knees. They both chased. The recon turned ugly after someone spotted the tent she was wearing that was pretending to be a skirt. If they somehow got out alive, she'd burn this thing. By the time she caught up to Steve, who had left her long behind, she came upon a sight that gave her a heart attack. The men (apparently some were laying in wait for them) all lay dead in various poses, with Steve in the middle grunting and struggling to get up. Firing at someone who awoke, she leaned down, cradling his head in her hands. "Steve. Hey, whoa. Don't die on me. Where are you hurt?" He was bleeding all over her skirt. "Knife to the ribs. Two or three times..may...maybe. Hurts like a bitch." "I'm getting you up. We're going home, okay?"

This was a terrible situation. Somehow supporting the huge, burly figure of an extremely injured Steve, she set him down, leaning against the bike they had zipped around on and somehow escaped on, looking for her phone in the carrier attached. She lived this bike even when she lived here; it belonged to her uncle who would give the keys to only her. The sagaai* had clearly ended an hour or so ago. People still milled about, probably the men from the tent house they had booked for the whole tamasha*. “Shobhit, neeche aa. Garden ke side. Aur Bunty aur Puneet ko bhi leke aaiyo.” (”Shobhit, come downstairs, to the garden side. Bring Bunty and Puneet with you.") “Itni raat ko kya kar rahi ho bahar? Khatam ho gaya aapka office ka kaam?” ("What are you doing out so late, is your office work done?") “Are tu neeche aa, sab samjhaati hu.” ("You come downstairs, I’ll explain everything" )

“Samjhaana agar shuru karti toh achha hota.” "It’ll be good if you start explaining now." Shobit muttered as all three of her cousins stared at the crumpled figure of Captain America on the ground, to their cousin wincing in pain, her lehenga covered with blood, again to Steve. “Isko uthake Pinky ke kamre tak jaane mei meri madad kar. Yeh marr warr gaya toh naukri gayi meri.” "Help me pick him up and take him to Pinky’s room. If he dies, I’m losing my job."

“First of all, I’m not a doctor. Yet.” Pinky also did her fair share of staring at everyone. Y/N could feel her eye twitching. Whether it was out of anger, stress, or the false eyelash that had ripped from her lash line as she drove like a madwoman in the traffic, no helmet or gloves. Steve screaming like a grandma as he held on for dear life was a tiny bit amusing though. Endearing maybe, Nope, definitely not endearing.

“I should tell you that because I have very, and I mean very little experience in sewing. Particularly sewing up bodies professionally. If he dies, I am not responsible.” She yawned once, extremely sleepy. “That being said, someone get cotton, Dettol, and uh my sewing kit is in the left front pocket of my backpack. Jija*, there’s no anesthesia, but I suppose you don’t need it, super strength and all. Didi*, aisa muh mat banao (don’t make that face), just because none of the oldies know who he is doesn’t mean we’re stupid too.” Y/N shut her gaping mouth.

“He’ll live.” Pinky said as everyone in the room collectively sighed. The suture had been painful to witness, Y/N biting her lip so hard she tasted copper. Steve seemed okay now. When he had taken that guard’s knife to the stomach, Y/N’s heart had stopped. The fear she felt, that was no general fear at seeing someone stabbed or even a friendly fear (was there even such a thing or was 3 AM her just rambling?). The panic she felt was heartbeaking. “Make those self realisation faces later, Di. I’m tired and I just want some sleep. “Jija ko unke kamre tak chodke aa. Koi raaste mei mile bol dena bike bhid gayi thi, hospital se aate hue late ho gaya tha.” (Jija is the hindi word for sister’s husband. Pinky’s telling him to drop him to his room and if anyone asks to tell them he had an accident, the bike hit something and they were late coming from the hospital.) “Tu sabko heart attack dilayegi kya?” (Do you want to give everyone a heart attack?") “Aur koi bahana mile toh batao.” ("If you have any other excuse then tell"

As everyone scattered, Y/N shut the door to change. Her cousin just lay down on the bed, semi-asleep. She cracked one eye open when Y/N reached out her hand to switch off the light, whispering “So you are a secret agent?” “Nope, I sell veggies with Captain America.” “Ugh, way to thank me for saving your boyfriend’s life, with terrible puns.” “He’s not my...leave it. Good night. Oh, and PInky?” Pinky hummed. “Thanks.” “So jao.” (Go to Sleep)

“Tell Romanoff we’ll need backup. They clearly planned ahead for the move, the facility is impossible to get into, and now they know we’re coming. Also, Steve is injured." “Very well, we’ll invite ourselves to the wedding. Take care if your boyfriend until then."Natasha sounded worried but her tone was light. “Bring a gift, I’m not keeping strangers in my family home without payment.”

Glossary *-Sheila ki Jawani is a pretty popular Bollywood Item Song. Played at every wedding /party since 2010 *-The Reincarnation of Shanti Priya is a reference to the film Om Shanti Om where the leads get resurrected after having an unhappy ending *Chachi- Father's younger brother's wife; aka yn's aunt *Gangajal- Water from the river Ganges that Hindus consider sacred, its used for purification purposes (guess why Y/N wanted it *wink wink*) *Didi- Elder Sister *Chaat: some spicy-sweet snack, it's a general term; desis feel free to imagine your favourite. *Chaatwala: the person who owns the chaat shop *Lehenga: a crop top and floor-length skirt outfit worn at weddings and traditional functions *Milkha Singh: famous Indian athlete, also known as "The Flying Sikh" because of how fast he was. *sagaai- engagement *tamasha- a sarcastic way of saying how over the top the whole wedding is.

#steve rogers x reader #steve x desi!reader #steve rogers x y/n #captain america x reader #captain america x y/n #captain america imagine #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #mcu x y/n

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amongxylophonesandglockenspiels · 5 years ago

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Bollywood Movies Part CXCI

An aged Bharat (Salman Khan) reflects on losing his father Gautam (Jackie Shroff) and sister Gudiya (Barbiee Sharma) during the Partition and the promise he made to his father to look after the rest of the family while waiting for Gautam and Gudiya to return. He recounts his adventures with his best friend Vilayti (Sunil Grover) in the circus, in the Gulf, and as a sailor to his siblings’ grandchildren, as well as meeting the love of his life Kumud Raina (Katrina Kaif).

Bharat is a decent film about an old man coming to terms with loss and trauma that happened when he was a boy. The actual plot is a bit slow and there’s a lot of chaff that could have been cut. Overall, it gets pretty boring. The actors all play their roles well, especially Kaif. Favorite songs are Chashni and Aaya Na Tu. Neither song has subtitles.

When an outbreak of Nipah Virus is discovered in Kozhikode, various doctors and government officials, including C K Prameela (Revathi), Dr. Suresh Rajan (Kunchako Baban), Paul V Abraham (Tovino Thomas), and Dr. Smrithy Bhaskar (Poornima Indrajith), work together to stop the outbreak and discover its source.

Virus is a wonderfully made thriller about containing a deadly outbreak that shows how the people involved on all levels are impacted, including those quarantined in the outbreak zone. I loved how the film did not have a linear story and showed background on each of the victims as we were introduced to them. The film made sure to humanize everyone, and that really made it poignant and beautiful. All of the actors were amazing in their roles, a statement made more impressive by the fact that this is an ensemble movie. This movie doesn’t have songs.

When Anand Kumar’s (Hrithik Roshan) dreams of going to Cambridge are shattered by his father’s death. Forced to sell papads for a living, he meets Lallan Singh (Aditya Shrivastava) who invites him to teach students preparing for the IIT examination. When Anand comes across a student who cannot afford the fees, he decides to start his own center to teach impoverished students.

Super 30 is based on the program of the same name. The movie is very much a fictionalization of the events surrounding its inception and focuses only on Kumar’s contributions to the program, leaving out co-founder Abhayanand. As a movie, I found the parts focusing students the most interesting. The rest of the film wasn’t as interesting as those parts, especially due to unnecessarily added drama. I also didn’t like the decision to darken Hrithik Roshan’s skin for the film. Favorite songs are Question Mark and Basanti No Dance. Neither song has subtitles.

#the great venture into Bollywood #becomes the great venture into malayalam cinema #bharat is an official adaptation of the south korean film ode to my father #virus is based on the events of the 2018 nipah outbreak in kerala #virus is my favorite of these

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tellytantra · 5 years ago

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Intro: It's been 2 years that Kaira got married. Now Kartik has no problem with his family. They stays in Goenka House. Naira is now 4 months pregnant and her crazy mood swings and cravings are driving Kartik crazy. But no matter what Kartik's love for Naira increase day by day as he actually finds her more cute with her little baby bump. Chapter 1 """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""'""As the sunlight peeps into the room, running the sleep of the sleeping beauty, she snuggles more into prince arms, trying to block the sun rays from her eyes. Her frog prince happily pulls her tightly into his arms. They stay like that for about 5 minutes, that when Kartik realizes he has important meeting at 9 am. He tries to pull himself out of Naira's tight hold, but no way will Naira let go. Kartik: Naira i've a very important meeting in 1 and half hour, I need to get ready jaan. Naira: No please 5 minutes more na mendak, I want to stay in your arms forever. Kartik: Ok only 5 minutes more and no more. You have become so demanding with your mood swings (whisper this line to himself, thinking naira didn't heard, but she did) Naira mouth forms into a "O" shape. And her pregnancy hormons mood kick in action. Naira's mood swings starts running in. Naira: What did you say? I am demanding? How dare you, how can you say that to me, am that much a burden for you?(starts to cry) Kartik: No jaan, I didn't mean like that! (in his mind, scolding himself) way to go Kartik, couldn't you keep your mouth shut? Kartik pulls Naira into his arms and turn to shhh her. He places kisses to both her eyes and wipes her tears. Kartik: Naira you can never be a burden for me. You're the most amazing thing that has ever happend to me. I love you jaan and stop crying. Naira smiles though her tears.But quickly pretends to be still angry with Kartik. So she tries to get up, but kartik won't let her, he hugs her tightly and cups her face. Kartik: Don't cry jaan, I can't stands your tears. I love you so much and i love my little baby soon to come into this world. Kartik bends down on his knees and places a kiss on naira's tummy. Kartik: baby tell your mamma that papa loves her so much and can't stand her tears. Tell mumma that i love you and her a lot. The baby kicks. Kartik places a few kisses on naira's tummy and then looks into Naira's eyes and hold his ears and says sorry. Naira melts and hugs Kartik tightly. Then they share a kiss and get ready and goes down to hall. Kaira eats breakfast with the whole family and Kartik, Manish and Akhilesh leaves together for office. But before leaving Kartik warns Naira not to mess around and not to work in kitchen, To take food and medicines on time as she had to rest and take care of her and their baby. Manish and Akhilesh already left and Kartik tells them that he is coming afterwards. Naksh and Keerti was married 6 months ago after Aditya been exposed. They had also a love marrige though. Dadi was in temple as she held a puja for Kaira and their baby. Swarna was in Kitchen and Sulekha was in her room. And Luv Kush in their school and Mansi in her collage. Kartik is about to leave but Naira calls him and he turns around. Kartik: Jaan do you need anything? Naira: Kartik do you really have to leave? I am going to be so bored. Please can i go with you (pouts) Handsome please... Please kartik.. Kartik: No. this is not going to happen. I'll be back in 2 hour as soon as my meeting finishes i will come home that we can spend time together, i will do the rest of the work at home if needed. He kisses lightly Naira as she still has her lips into a pout. Naira: Okay Kartik. I love you, bye. And pecks his cheek. Kartik: Bye and I love you more.. Naira: Nope. I love you mooorreeee.....1 Kartik: Okay got it, You love me more but now let me go else i'll be late for office Naira: Okay go and come asap. Bye. Then kartik gives her a flying kiss and leaves """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" Writer: Mimi_Kaira ...Leap of 6 months... Now Naira is 9 month pregnant with her heavy baby bump. Everyone had went to wedding, and Kartik was sitting on the bed next to Naira, as she was watching a movie. Kartik didn't pay any attention to what Naira was watching as he was working on a very important deal.Suddenly Kartik hears Naira crying and weeping silently. Kartik turns to Naira and panics, thinking she maybe in her labor pain. Kartik puts his laptop aside and turns to Naira. His heart beats very fast, hoping nothing serious happened to his jaan. Kartik without even asking Naira why she is crying, quickly picks her up and starts carrying her towards the door. Naira: Kartik what are u doing? (while tears are flowing from her eyes) Kartik: Hold on Naira. I'm taking you to the hospital, hold on jaan. Naira (screams and shocked):Whatt?? Why are you taking me to the hospital?? I am FINE!! Naira quickly jumps out of his arms leaving Kartik dumbfounded! Naira stands right in front of Kartik. Kartik: Naira then why are you crying? Naira: didn't you see how the hero give up his life for his love, thinking that he can make it easier for her to live. Kartik: Unbelievable !! Naira come here baby, do you even know how scared i got?? I thought that you are in labor pain.+ Naira: I'm sorry Kartik, i was watching XYZ ( think any of movie) and it was so touching that i couldn't control my tears. I am very sorry for scaring you like that. NOW is shocked, no that would be an understatement, she is beyond shocked. He is left speechless by the cute antics of his lovely wife. But then he smiles thinking of her khushi and her mood swings. Kartik: enough of these silly emotional movies now. You better watch out any romantic movie. It will also help to refresh your mind. Naira: okiee Naira then plays a romantic movie in tv and starts watching it. Some times later a intense scene comes on the film and Naira gets an idea. She comes closer to Kartik. Kartik: Naira what are you doing?? Naira leans more closer to Kartik. Naira: You know na baby what am i doing??/ She caresses his face with her fingers. Kartik: Jaan pls it's not the time Naira (in a seducive voice): It's the time. Karrik then loses his control and places his rough lips to her soft ones. He sucks her lips and Naira equally response to it. He tastes every corner of her mouth, They keep kissing passionately. After some minutes Kartik breaks the kiss. Kartik: I'm sorry naira. I know naira you want me to love you as i want. But i can't take risk with you or our baby. Doctor advised us na not to make love until your delivery. But after your delivery i won't stop you to make love with me. Naira: Promise? Kartik: Pakka wala promise. Then they sleep with cuddling each other. Naira: Kartik wake up. Please. Kartik wake up with shock. Kartik: What happened jaan? Is it hurting? If it is then tell me where? Naira: Sshhh Kartik. It isn't paining. Actually i was unable to sleep. Kartik: Why? Naira: I wanna eat ice cream. Kartik: What? At this hour? No shop is open right now. I'll get you ice creams ai morning. Okay??? Naira (screams): Noooo, Not okay . I want ice creams now only. Kartik; Okay baba. I will get you ice creams now. Happy?? Naira: Yess. More than any one. Kartik: Okay bye. Jaata hun. i mean jaake aata hun. Naira (smiles): Bye Kartik then leaves and come back after about one hour. Kartik: Naira see i.... Kartik comes and sees her sleeping. Kartik: Uff...kitne mushkil se to mila ice creams. And here madam is sleeping. Kartik then goes to the kitchen and places the ice creams at fridge and comes back and sleep besides her. Kartik wakes up and sees Naira drying hair after having bath. Naira: You woke up? I'm sorry for midnight thing. A/ctually idk what happened to me that i was craving for ice creams at midnight. Kartik: It's absolutely okay jaan. Don;t be sorry. Kartik then left for washroom. After having shower, Kartik: Naira, chalo. Let's eat the ice cream together. Wait i'll get it. Then they eats ice cream together Suddenly Naira feels pain and something wet in her down. Naira: Aahhh... Kartikk.. I thinkk my water has been broke. Aaah.... Kartik then picks up her and rushes to the hospital. All of the family members were present there. Kartik was pacing here and there. He was worrying like hell by listening her loud scraems. He never wondered that delivering a baby gives much thta pain. He was crying hearing her screams. Suddenly he hears a baby crying and Naira's screams goes off. Seeing a nurse with a baby in her hand coming out from the OT, he rushes to there. Nurse: Congratulations, Mr. Goenka. It's a girl. His happiness knows no bounds. He felt as he is the most happiest and luckiest person of the world that time. Nurse hands over the baby to him. He was almost crying in happiness. Kartik: But Naira? How is she? She is alright na? Can i see her??? Nurse: Yes. She is alright. But the weakness is still in her. She has been moved to a private ward. you can go now and meet her. Kartik then enters to the ward in which Naira has been taken. She smiles broadly after seeing her husband with her baby.Kartik then comes and places the baby in her arms. He immidietely clicks a selfie of them and placs a kiss on her cheeks Kartik: Thank you naira for giving me the best gift of my life. Thank you for everything. Naira: Nope. All thanks goes to you. Thanks for fulfilling me as a complete woman. Thank you so much. dadi then enters the room and takes the baby in her arms. Dadi: Haay.. meri gudiya rani. She is choo cute. And you both, have you decided any name for her??+ Naira+Kartik: Yesss. SHE IS OUR KAIRA.

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