#charak moments

[jrntrtitties]

THANK YOU FOR MAKING THIS, THANK YOU FOR TAGGING!! I WISHED AND I BET THE FANDOM WISHED AS WELL THAT WE GET A COMPILATION EDIT OF THESE 2 BEING THEIR LOVEBIRDS SELF!! SO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!!

It's beautiful!! 💗💗💗💗💗

CHARAK EDIT

Ram Charan X NTR Jr

Manike Edit

they’re so lovely n so is the song 💗🤩🫶🥰🥹💅

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i tagged more fwens frm the server heheheh (pls let me know if u’d want to be removed, or added!!) 😘

[ladydarkey]

Staring at you header again *dreamy eyes*

Relateable!!

Have the urge to print it on a canvas and put it on my wall 🥰

[ginjaanimeloversstuff]

Things in the last that made no sense

Naruto- realised he loved Hinata just by seeing her memories, I mean that doesn't make sense, because it was so obvious he loved Sakura not that I could blame him, she's awesome.

Sakura- she knew Naruto loved her, romantically, but she said it was because of his rivalry, sakura knows what romantic love is.

Hinata - getting the hamura charak made no sense, she lost every battle she tried her hardest in, yet, she gotten a power-up , but it wasn't like Team 7 her was just temporary, her power-up was just given to her, she didn't work for it, I mean she worked hard to get strong but it's just so random how she given a charak out of nowhere.

Hinata being the heroine - make no sense, we didn't see much of her since she was a side character, and out of nowhere she's a heroin in a movie. It's did not feel right.

The kiss scene - the kiss was romantic, but at the same time naruhina kiss was at the worst timings, they just saved hanabi, bunch of eye balls were falling and two thought it was a perfect time to make out, I mean, surly it could have waited and time was at the essence.

Hanabi - Hanabi is said to have the purest byuakgan, but we barely saw her .

Sasuke- getting 1 second of screen time, it's not like he's isn't a part of the main cast or anything, yet he was barely there.

Ino, Choji, kiba, shino, tenten and lee-baerly there, wouldn't it make sense for kiba and Shino to be on the rescue mission since they have sensory skills and looking for people is their thing, Choji and Ino, Lee like sasuke had a moment of screen time. Tenten, we gotten a design of her for the movie yet she's forgotten yet again.

The love triangle - Naruto and Tonri fighting over Hinata, felt weird, BC toner had a goal to wipe out humanity, but instead ended up in a fight for Hinata,

Naruto fight with him was good, but wasn't the best, it felt like he was a bit weaker and only got strong because of power of love. I mean he and team 7 beat Kaguya a god, but struggled against an alien... if team 7 was there, they would not struggle.

Team 7- winning the war, and yet, it felt they were nerf to make Hinata seem strong and for the new Sanin they got the side character treatment.

Hisashi- I kinda wanted to see him fight, since he was trying to protect his daughters. He may be a strict military dad, but he still cares for his kids, to point he almost died for them and he wasn't abusive like the Hinata fandom made him out to be. Just, they were in a time of war and their no time to be coddle and he protected Hinata many times not just because she's the heir. He was disappointed in her for losing to hanabi 5 year younger. Calling her a loser. And saying that the hyuga had no use to for her, was the worst thing to say . But he made it . The manga show him training her not abusing her.

Hinata past- she was bullied and Naruto saved her, but manga, she was given a carefree childhood thank you her friends and family. and not bullied.

I'm going to say, the problem with the movie was mostly BC, Hinata was the heroine which was a bad call. And it made her a damsel in distress. We were robbed of seeing how strong the hyuga clan was, we were robbed of seeing the new Sanin and the romance was so rushed. It was said that neji died so naruhina can happen, yet, he wasn't even mention, only time we saw him was his ghost at the last ep. So Neji dying for Naruto and Hinata was the pointless .

Honestly I wanted to see team 7 team up again, after all the things they went through and all.

___

Also, if himawari could save inojin who impaled just like Neji was, then how on earth was Naruto was unable to save neji.

This is either bad writing or the next gen are getting stronger.also, I was hoping himawari would not be a jinjiuriki. I don't miss that she is.

[ririsasy]

Jr NTR’s Pick up line “ I am going back after the match, Can I drop you?” And it worked like a charm 😂

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(Both of them agreeing that the start of charak is at that exact moment “started from there” said Tarak and as always, Ram charan nodding along to while reaffirming the statement. “Started from there (indeed)”.)

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(The real scenario was probably like this : Charan brought his own car with him but! How could he say no to Tarak’s offer? And pretend he just came there without car and said yes 😂 and jump into ntr car and asked his friend to bring back his car home. See all Charan’s friends rolling their eyes at their behavior 😂)

[kidddcaptain]

Charak you should have stayed hidden.

Byrons eyes darted around the streets trying to follow the streaks of black left by Charaks eyes as he flew from the wall of one building to another, tracing a triangle around the Byron. He knew Charak was strong but this? Achieving this speed? It was beyond the word strength it was an unimaginable level of power but that was of no consequence there was no way this spider would leave this makeshift arena unsquashed.

Air crashed into his face as Charak flew behind him. Byron knew what was happening, Charak was a hunter and he was getting used to the hunt again, he is trying to lengthen the hunt. He was having fun. Overcome by embarrassment cloaked in rage Byron let lose a roar so loud it echoed down the desolate streets and threw a punch the ruptured the concrete and tarmac that he alone stood on. The sudden tremor travelled to the building on Byrons right side, shaking its foundations as the ground beneath it tore open to swallow it whole. This sudden change in landscape forced Charak to stop his movement completely and reassess the situation, this was his chance he could end this with one punch all he needed was to get closer; focusing all his magic in his legs he had, before Charaks eyes had even closed to blink, appeared before him fist raised high above his head. This was it! He was going to win!!

His fist came to a sudden stop.

Skin.

Charak had done the impossible, he stopped Byrons punch well before it even began.

"Look Byron was it? There is no way in hell you win here and let me show you why" Charak adjusted his grip on his prey, moving his hand from the fist to the wrist and yanked him forwards. What happened next could not have been anticipated by anyone, Charaks teeth gouged Byrons face and tore his check off. Reflexively Byron threw a punch as strong and as fast as he could bolstered by every ounce of magic his curse allowed him. The information processed backwards, first Byron felt the ground destroyed from his punch, he then realised the strange lack of viscera between his hand and the ground, he then realised Charak was no longer in front of him.

Breath.

Byron whipped around and bore witness to what really killed his family. The wild animal that possessed the spider queens curse. The creature that left only their skulls behind. Charak the one being in this fight no one lived to question.

"What? You seem afraid. Weren't you told? The spider queen was a cannibal god, she ate the fearless wolf and the prideful boar, remind me whose curse do you bear?" At that moment Byron felt his strength leave. His curse was broken pride no longer carried his strength fear stole that job.

"Please" His voice trembled, he did not care "I no longer hold the boars curse! You do not have to do this!"

Charaks black eyes seemed to cast a shadow of their own one that conveyed pure distain "You see most of the time I would agree, but you came to me after my leaving was announced to try kill me while I was weakened. You were a coward through and through and now you're a human. So out of the three things I see no value in you have ticked two of those boxes, a coward and a human without a curse. You will be a pitiful meal but a meal none the less" Four arms grasped Masakis face and brought it within an inch of Charaks "Shall we share a kiss?"

[ronaldofandom]

A Bond Like No Other (RRR / Charak fic)

After 9 months of being obsessed with them, I succumbed to writing my first Charak fic. This is bromance; this is how we know them.

Summary: BTS of 'Naatu Naatu' shooting

Title: A Bond Like No Other (RRR / Charak fic)

Creator: Ronaldofandom

Giftee: @ladydarkey

Prompt: Charan & Tarak pulling a prank on SSR on set

Relationships: Charak (purely bromance, nothing more)

Rating: For General Audience

Warnings: None

Created for: @celebrrration Holiday Swap 2022

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They loved Rajamouli to bits. They respected him infinitely. They adored him to the moon and back. The man was one in a zillion. The gargantuan storyteller. The wizard. The alchemist - turning innocent emotions into a force of nature. The myth. The legend. The one and only. 

Very rarely, though, in select moments, they wanted to throw a chair at him. Or a mic (which was his preferred weapon for throwing as well). Or anything that is close range, actually. His zeal for perfection was admirable. But it could be anal. So so anal. To the point where he was the only one to spot a perceived aberration that even computer vision could not spot.

They had been having one of those moments for the last 15 days. He had flown them to Ukraine to shoot the ‘Naatu Naatu’ sequence. He had briefed them at length as to how this would be the most pivotal and potentially most popular song of the movie. He also explained to them how this is like a movie within a movie. It was Bheem’s struggle to get to Malli, via Jenny. In his innocent ways, he would conclude that this would be the only possibility for him. This would also be a realization for Ram about how dear Bheem really is to him. This is also the beginning of the revolution - where they defeat the Brits at their own game and refuse to be subservient to them. And this would further cement how they were so in sync with each other - their emotions translating into exact physical movements. Which would play a crucial role in the key sequences for the rest of the movie.

Both Charan and Tarak were thorough professionals and were obviously fully on board with Rajamouli’s vision for the song. They were immensely thrilled about working with him again. But the man had clearly gone crazy this time. He had spent months with the music director and choreographers on this one song - rejecting multiple versions before zeroing in on the current one. They had rehearsed in Hyderabad at length - separately and together. Then they rehearsed for 10 days in Ukraine while he was shooting other sequences. Every evening, he would come to their rehearsal hall to check on their progress and point out impossible details that he wanted them to nail down. ‘Two bodies, one soul’ - he would keep repeating to them. To the point where they started hearing it in their dreams, also.

Tarak and Charan had just completed day 5 of shooting and were still only half done with the song. They reached their hotel and ordered room service. It was Charan’s turn to order this time - Tarak had plopped down on one of the twin beds in Charan’s room and refused to move a muscle. 

‘What do you want to have?’ Charan asked Tarak.

‘How does it matter? We are never leaving this country and going to die here anyway.’

That made him look at Tarak, who was still lying lifeless on the bed. Charan smiled at his friend, whose penchant for histrionics was second to none. He was zonked out himself but still managed to be amused by his friend’s antics.

‘Don’t be like that. Look - I found Biryani on the extended menu. Shall we have that? At least it will have some spice and flavor. I am sick of all the bland food we have been eating the last two weeks.’

‘Biryani? Great idea. If Jakanna finds out, he will annihilate both our nutritionists and us. And god forbid, if we end up putting on even 100 grams, he will know. And then he will scream at us for messing with the continuity of the song and the fitting of the costumes. Which would mean spending even more days here. No, thank you - I will pass on the biryani. Order the usual, tasteless food.’

If Charan didn’t know any better, he would have called Tarak paranoid and laughed away his concerns. But he knew this was a possibility. SSR was capable of making them use the weighing scale every day if he suspected any change in their build. It was better to suck it up for a few more days instead of prolonging their agony. So he ordered their pre-approved menu for dinner and plopped down on the other bed. Both were silent for a good while, just trying to gauge which all body parts were sore from today’s shooting.

‘You know - everyone on the set was so sympathetic. Olivia even got me two lemonades between the zillion takes. Karth was almost apologetic for his father’s craziness. But one person who was unfazed and unmoved by all this was Jakanna. He didn’t say a word; he didn’t even look at us between takes.’

‘Yeah, man. He is a tough taskmaster - we both knew that. But this is something else. Every time he calls us to the monitor to show the break in sync, I can’t spot it. It’s not visible to the naked eye, even to him. What is the logic of using screen freeze when people are going to be watching in real time? Does he think we are going to get an Oscar for this, or what? This could have been wrapped up days ago. Why don’t you talk to him? He might listen to you - the two of you started together, and he respects your opinion.’

Tarak let out a snort at Charan’s innocent hopefulness.

‘Baby, he won’t listen to even God. He is a different man now. A crazy, whacky, infuriating man.’

Charan hummed in agreement.

‘So, what then? There is nothing we can do?’

‘What if we call in sick? Just one of us will do - coz he can’t shoot without both of us present. He has all the shots anyway - he is just making us redo stuff that he caught in screen freeze in his 15th viewing. He can literally just use what he already has, and that would be a great song.’

‘It won’t work - he will see right through it. On normal days it could work. But he knows how irritated we are right now, and he would expect us to pull something like this. So he won’t buy it. I won’t put it past him to send doctors to check in on us if we try this route.’

It was Tarak’s turn to hum in agreement now. They both fell silent again.

‘I have half a mind to just run away. Like literally, just catch the first flight tomorrow morning and get back. He won’t be able to find out if we take a commercial flight, not a charter one. Seriously, what’s the worst that can happen? Maybe it will be a wake-up call for him that he needs to tone down the craziness.’

Charan laughed out at Tarak’s sense of humor. But when Tarak didn’t join in the laughter, he looked at his friend curiously.

‘Please tell me you are kidding, Tarak. Say it.’

Tarak paused for a good ten seconds, a pregnant pause. Then conceded half-heartedly. He could never go through something like that, however much he wanted to. But he didn’t give up, not yet.

‘What if he actually sees us getting injured? In front of him? One of us should do a fake fall tomorrow and then cry out for dear life. Even if he calls a doctor, they won’t be able to definitively comment on muscle pain.’

Charan pondered on the suggestion - this one seemed to have potential.

‘And it should be you, baby, not me. He would never believe me. But I don’t think he would doubt you much - he thinks of you as a good, decent, well-behaved boy. Coz he doesn’t know you like I do.’

Charan turned to his side to find Tarak smirking at him, his eyes hopeful and giddy. Tarak’s child-like enthusiasm was infectious, as was his optimism. But in this case, he knew they were doomed to fail. He voiced his concern out loud, and Tarak’s face fell in resignation. He was still not ready to give up, though.

‘What if the costumes got stolen? Or misplaced? I could do that easily.’

Tarak was just grasping at straws now.

‘A - he has backup costumes, Rama ma’am told me. B - the crew will get yelled at for this, which we can’t let happen.’

‘Ok. What if we call the producer and ask him to intervene, citing budget issues or something?’

‘You and I both know we won’t go behind Rajamouli Garu’s back like this.’

‘Do you have anything to contribute here, then, other than shooting down all of mine?’

‘Well, since your ideas are as good as a 10-year-old’s, I have no choice but to shoot them down. Seriously, even Abhay would be able to come up with better plans to ditch school than all the nonsense you just spewed.’

Charan half giggled at his friend, who was pouting and sulking now.

‘Are you saying I am not naughty enough? Not bad-ass enough?’

‘No. I am saying your plans suck because your heart is not really into it. Neither is mine. Deep down, we respect that infuriating man too much to pull any serious stunts on him.’

Tarak huffed, but he knew Charan was right.

‘Urghhhhhhhhh. I will burn that costume if he asks me for more retakes. I have given more takes here than I have in my entire career. Seriously, he is destroying my reputation as a single-take actor. I can’t take it anymore. This is torture. This is a war crime.’

Charan laughed and threw a cushion at Tarak.

‘A war crime huh? Try saying that to him tomorrow.

‘Oh, I will. I most definitely will. I will also report him to United Nations Human Rights Council while I am at it. The videos from the set are enough proof of torture. And captive labor. And slavery.’

Even Tarak could hear how ridiculous he sounded right now, but he kept going anyway. Charan continued to humor his friend.

‘At least your individual takes get approved in one go. Because you are such a fantastic dancer, and Rajamouli knows that.’

Tarak was lying on his stomach, with his face buried in the pillow. He just gave a brief ‘hmm’ and didn’t say anything more. But Charan was in a confessing mood now.

‘I was nervous, you know - before we started rehearsing.’

Tarak peaked sideways from the pillow.

‘Nervous? Why?’

‘Why? Because I had to dance with you, Einstein. I even talked to Bunny about it before coming here - he gave me a good pep talk.’

‘Why didn’t you talk to me about it? Why him?’

‘I don’t know. It just felt silly bringing this up. Like I knew I must work twice as hard to match up with you. But I just hope I am able to pull it off.’

Tarak didn’t resort to any false assurances on how Charan was as good a dancer or anything. Charan would see right through it.

‘I saw you working extra hard. And it has paid off. We have both seen the shots - you are as good as me. It’s him who is the problem, not either of us.’

They both burst out laughing. Hard. All the exhaustion of the last two weeks had taken its toll, but they were glad to have each other on this journey. They also knew it was possibly the only time they would get to work together, and they relished every moment of it.

‘You know what? Enough with the gloom and doom. Enough with the rules. We only have to face him tomorrow morning. Let’s make tonight worthwhile. What say?’

Charan was beaming at Tarak now. While Tarak was intrigued yet perplexed by the sudden turn in his mood.

‘Ummm what do you have in mind, to make tonight worthwhile?’

Charan went to the mini-bar and pulled out a bottle of tequila. Tarak looked at it tentatively.

‘I don’t know, baby. We have to get up really early tomorrow and be ultra alert on set. Are you sure this is a good idea?’

‘Yes, I am. And we are doing this. Look - we are anyway going to be yelled at. He is anyway not going to be happy with most of the takes. Let’s at least get something from it.’

Charan poured the shots and handed one to Tarak. They gulped together. And again. And one more time. In 3 minutes, they were five shots down. On an empty stomach since the food hadn’t come in yet. Tarak was singing a double-meaning song from a cheesy movie while Charan was dancing to it.

‘My dear Cherry - on a scale of 1 to 10, how angry would Jakanna be if he sees us like this a few hours before the shoot?’

‘My dear Tarakuuu, he will be angry 1000 crores. Anything less than that number is not his thing.’

They laughed like kids. They laughed like maniacs. They laughed like best friends.

They knew they should have crashed like 30 mins ago, but they kept chatting and dancing around the room for a good 2 hours more. Torture awaited them on the other side, and they were building up the strength to deal with it for a few more days. At least they would be together through it - being each other’s support, cheerleader, confidante, and agony aunt. Such was their relationship - which had only gotten stronger through the course of this movie. RRR had been a blessing for them in many ways. They just hoped the love translated to and resonated with the audiences. They just hoped that the audiences loved Ram and Bheem’s bond, which was, in so many ways, a representation of their own bond, that they had built and cherished over the last 10 years. A bond for life. A bromance for eternity. A love like no other. 

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I was very nervous while writing my first Charak fic - hope this was half-decent :)

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[fathomlessbabbling]

Smile, a Charak fic. Chapter 6: The Truth

This is a work of RPF. If you are uncomfortable with this, I VERY MUCH encourage you not to read this chapter.

This is also a chapter with an Explicit rating. Again, if you are not comfortable, do not read.

AO3 link here.

This is my first time writing a NSFW scene, so let me know what you think.

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Tarak wrestled with the strange feeling in his gut since Tomas pointed out their observations of Ram at the beach. This sensation in the pit of his stomach was the perfect mixture of anxiety and hope; it made it difficult to live in and enjoy the moment truly. They spent a couple of hours on the beach before Tomas turned to Tarak and Ram with a face of fatigue.

“I think we have to wrap it up, gentleman. All this sun is hitting me a little hard this afternoon,” Tomas said with a weary voice.

Ram perked up with an expression of minor worry, “Not a problem! I’m sure we can find more to do throughout the day..”

Tarak’s attention picked up from his phone as he had read Tomas’ text multiple times since it came through, suddenly feeling a heat spread from his stomach to his chest as the opportunity to tell Ram was quickly approaching. He hesitated before nodding, “Yeah. We will be fine. We can care for ourselves if you both need to go home and relax.”

Tomas smiled, “Thank you, guys. I’m sorry. Too much sun on the beach, and all the energy gets sucked right out of me.” He gathered most of their stuff into their cooler to bring to the SUV.

As Tomas lifted the cooler to bring it to the vehicle, Ram stepped in to take one of the handles to assist. The two men left Tarak and Mateo to finish gathering the rest of their stuff. Mateo glanced at Tarak once the other two men were out of earshot.

“You feeling alright?” Mateo was blessed with a deeper voice that soothed Tarak’s ears.

“Yeah… I think,” Tarak said, too enveloped in his own thoughts to really be able to articulate.

Mateo put a caring hand on Tarak’s shoulder. “Remember something for me. Whatever happens, there is nothing wrong with how you feel, man.” The larger man gave a comforting squeeze as he stepped away. It was clear Mateo wanted to allow Tarak space to process everything.

Tarak was appreciative of the caring gesture. Even if, at this moment, he was too numb from his anxiety to show it. As Tarak and Mateo approached the SUV with the rest of the beach supplies, Ram stepped back from the trunk and hugged Tomas.

“I told Tomas since the hotel was so closeby that we could just go for a short walk back to our room to figure out what we would do for the night,” Ram said with a smile, then turning to Mateo, “Make sure he hydrates and uses some aloe vera. It will help with any sunburn if it comes up.”

Tarak watched as Ram went into caregiver mode. It was always the sweetest thing when Ram recognized when someone was ailed with something, either physical or emotional. It meant that he cared deeply and wanted to do his part to ensure their health. Tarak smiled lightly as he watched the conversation between Ram and their two friends. The anxiety eased momentarily and allowed Tarak to hope that what Tomas and Mateo said was true. He took a deep breath of the warm air and relaxed his mind and muscles.

Tarak approached and also gave both Mateo and Tomas a hug, “You are both wonderful. Thank you for this beach day. It was nice getting to relax by the ocean for a while.”

Tomas hugged Tarak closely and whispered as Mateo gave Ram a verbal goodbye, “We are a phone call away. Please keep us posted.” His tone was one of true caring, surprising Tarak to a point. Knowing he had people to turn to if the conversation went sour comforted him.

A few moments later, the black SUV pulled away from the parking spot, and with a wave, Tomas and Mateo had left them to their own devices. There was a comfortable silence between Tarak and Ram as they stood to wave. Eventually, Tarak turned and looked at Ram.

“Shall we, Charan?”

Ram met his glance with a warm smile that would melt any glacier, “We shall, Taraka.”

The two men walked through the beautiful Los Angeles streets and carried themselves as always. They talked about how wonderful Tomas and Mateo were to treat them to a nice time, they laughed and joked, and Ram managed to get one good pinch on Tarak’s ribs to the point that Tarak yelped with surprise and recoiled like a child. Things were as normal as they could be with the two men.

However, Tarak felt that energy build up inside him the closer they got to the hotel. How am I going to tell him? Should I wait until later in the evening? No, it has to be once we get back. I don’t know how long I can keep pretending. What will he say? Will he want me to leave and go back home? Thoughts continued to swirl in Tarak’s mind with each step. It was as if the fear inside had its own personality, and he struggled with it every time his heart swelled around Ram.

“Everything okay, Tarak?” Ram asked with a warm smile.

Tarak perked up at the question, “Of course, baby. Why?”

“You just seem very in your own head lately. I just wanted to make sure that you were alright.”

Tarak smirked and spoke truthfully, “I’m just working through some things in my head. Nothing to worry about.”

Ram’s eyes hovered on his for a moment as they continued to walk before he nodded.

A few minutes later, they approached the front doors of their hotel. Tarak’s heart was beating faster than it had in quite a while. Why can’t you be alright with how things are with you and Ram? Why do you have to want more? His mind was starting to betray him; the fear and angst of feeling something deeper for Ram than mere friendship beginning to grip him. As they stepped into the elevator, he could almost feel a weight on his chest slowly grow, threatening to rob him of his ability to breathe. Tarak did his best to take a deep breath as the elevator doors opened to their floor, and they moved to the hotel room door; an uncomfortable silence had settled between them.

Once the hotel room door closed behind them, Ram moved to his luggage to retrieve his phone charger. Tarak stepped towards his bag and felt like his skin was on fire with nerves. He took a long breath and stared out the window into the beautiful city.

Now, or never. Tarak told himself internally.

Just as he turned and was about to speak, Ram spoke up.

“Tarak…? There’s… There’s something I need to tell you,” Ram’s face was serious, but there was a hint of nervousness to his tone, which caused Tarak’s brow to furrow.

“What’s wrong?” Tarak asked. His thoughts immediately went to the beach. Maybe he saw Tarak looking at him. Maybe Tomas said something. As his mind ran wild with possibilities, Ram met his gaze, and he felt his thoughts go blank.

Ram paused and opened his mouth as if to speak, but only a breath came out.

“I…” Ram finally started to talk, Tarak seeing his expression drop as he found the words, “I had a wonderful time today….” His eyes were downcast, and he had the expression of someone who meant to say something else entirely.

Tarak eyed him with a curious and hopeful look but felt a surge of energy in his chest as Ram turned to sift through the clothes in his suitcase. As Ram had turned and broke eye contact, Tarak followed suit, but in the moments that followed, lost control of his body and his words.

“Ram,” Tarak said, husky and heavy, “I… I actually need to tell you something too….”

Ram turned quickly, locking eyes with Tarak. His eyebrows raised expectantly, but he remained silent.

Tarak took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "I... I have to be honest. I haven't been feeling alright, as I said I was before... I've been struggling with something that has weighed heavily on my heart. It scared me deeply, but I've come to terms with it." He paused, searching for the right words, his voice filled with vulnerability. "I've missed you so much, Ram. Working on RRR was undoubtedly one of the best times in my life, and it took me a while to understand why. It wasn't just about the work; it was because I got to be next to you every day. I got to hold your hand, and it was magical." Tarak's voice quivered as tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Clutching his eyes shut, Tarak continued, fearing the worst. "I can't stop thinking about you. Every night as I try to sleep, thoughts of you consume me. Your touch makes my smile brighten, your smile makes my heart race, and when you speak, my muscles threaten to give out." He struggled to find his next words, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I've realized that my feelings for you run deeper than friendship or brotherhood. I care for you with all my heart, Ram. I believe I've felt this way for years, but it took me so long to realize it. And while I'm overwhelmed with these feelings for you, I'm also deeply terrified."

Tarak's tears flowed freely now as he confessed his deepest fears, his voice breaking through shuddered breaths. "I'm terrified to be standing here, saying these words because my worst fear is that you will turn away or that our friendship will end. I need you like I need air or the sun on my face. I hope beyond hope that our closeness won't end because, with you by my side, I would no longer need to dream. Because how can a dream be more beautiful than seeing your smile each day...?"

There was a tense silence, and Tarak couldn't bear it. His fear gripped him too tightly, and the weight of his vulnerability threatened to break him. "I'm so sorry, Ram," he breathed out, holding his head in his hands. As Tarak's emotions overtook him, he felt Ram's warm, soft hands gently grip his own. Ram's fingers intertwined with his, giving him a glimmer of hope. Tarak slowly lifted his teary eyes to meet Ram's gaze.

Ram stood before him, tear streaks marking his cheeks. His voice was filled with tenderness and emotion as he spoke, his hand cupping Tarak's cheek, gently wiping away the tears. "Tarak... I have been yours since the day we met," he confessed, his voice quivering. "Thoughts of you have never left my mind all these years. You've always had my heart in your hands. You are my Tarak."

Tarak's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening in disbelief. He searched Ram's face for any sign of uncertainty but found none. Something unspoken passed between them, a shared understanding. Tarak took a small step closer, silently asking for permission, and saw a faint smile tugging at Ram's lips. Tarak’s hand slowly rose to rest against Ram’s cheek as his thumb caressed away the tears that had rolled down his beautiful eyes. He felt their breaths comingle from their proximity, making his body tremble. Ram’s eyes were so beautiful. Tarak looked at Ram’s lips and felt his head lean closer, almost on its own.

In a moment of breathtaking beauty, Tarak closed his eyes and felt his lips brush against Ram's in a tender, hesitant kiss. Time seemed to stand still as their lips lingered, the world around them fading into the background. Every worry, every ounce of anxiety melted away, leaving only the warmth and connection between them.

Tarak felt a surge of electricity coursing through his veins as the kiss deepened, their lips moving in sync. It was almost a dance, a meeting of long-hidden desires finally given freedom. He could feel himself absorb the moment, the feeling of their genuine connection only realized through this kiss. He felt his body press closer to Ram’s, wanting to immerse himself in the other man's warmth. His arms wrapped around his Ram and pulled him into an embrace that conveyed all the desire inside. Ram's hands found their place around Tarak’s shoulders, his fingers caressing along his neck, which sent a shiver down Tarak’s spine. The world around them faded away as they kissed, leaving only the sound of their heartbeats in their ears. The weight that had lifted from both of them was the acceptance of their true feelings for one another.

Every touch, every movement felt electric, as if the universe had conspired to bring them together. Tarak reveled in the softness of Ram's lips, how they molded perfectly against his own as if this kiss was always meant to be. As the kiss gradually subsided, Tarak rested his forehead against Ram's; their breaths fell on their beards, the intensity of their desire thick in the air. They remained locked in their embrace, savoring the moment.

"I never want to let you go," Tarak whispered, his breathy voice filled with sincerity. He hadn’t spoken a truth so deep in his life. Ram's gaze met his, and they exchanged a knowing smile, their eyes conveying a depth of understanding that words could not capture.

"I don’t either," Ram replied softly, his voice laced with tenderness.

Tarak's heart swelled with joy, knowing that his feelings were reciprocated and their friendship had blossomed far deeper.

“I would very much like to kiss you again. If you’ll have me,” Tarak whispered, a slight grin playing across his face.

Ram giggled a little before leaning forward again, capturing Tarak’s lips in a kiss that continued to deepen. Tarak felt his body shift backward until his legs met the side of his bed. He broke the kiss to confirm how close they were to his bed before turning back to Ram. Before he could say anything, he felt Ram’s hand gently push against Tarak’s chest to guide him onto his bed. Tarak smiled and slowly moved until he was laid down while Ram followed him. Tarak let out a small excited giggle as Ram hovered above him and leaned down to capture another deep kiss again.

Their lips continued to move in sync, the passion and tenderness building with each passing moment. Tarak's hands roamed across Ram's back, pulling him closer until there was no space between them. Ram's hands trailed down Tarak's chest, his fingers tracing patterns over the fabric of his shirt. The heat between them was palpable, the air thick with desire.

Tarak moaned as Ram's lips moved down his neck, trailing hot kisses along his skin. He felt his body responding to Ram's touch, every nerve ending on fire. It was as if they had been waiting for this moment for years, the culmination of a love brewing beneath the surface for far too long.

Ram's hands moved to the hem of Tarak's shirt, his fingers dipping underneath to trace circles on his stomach. Tarak arched his back, wanting more contact, more of Ram's touch. He felt Ram's lips curve into a smile at his reaction. Then, feeling playful and explorative, Tarak quickly flipped their positions, Ram snickering at the sudden movements. Tarak dove back in to capture Ram’s kiss with hunger as his hands roamed his muscular chest, finally indulging all of the many thoughts that crossed his mind these last few days. As Tarak’s kisses traveled from Ram’s lips to his neck, he delighted in the small whines that emanated from him.

Tarak’s hands found the edge of Ram’s shirt, and he looked up into Ram’s eyes with a look of hunger and a need for connection.

“I’ve never done this before…” Tarak admitted with a breath as he gazed into Ram’s gorgeous eyes with anticipation.

Ram reached up and caressed Tarak’s face as he showed a comforting smile, “I haven’t either. But we can take it slow. We have all the time in the world,” Ram whispered, his voice filled with love and reassurance.

Tarak felt relief wash over him, knowing they were both in the same boat. He leaned in to capture Ram's lips again, his hands moving to explore the smooth skin of his stomach under the tank top. The heat intensified, the world around them nonexistent as they explored each other's bodies with a hunger bordering on desperation. It was an intoxicating feeling, the thrill of discovery mixed with the deep love and affection they shared. Tarak growled as he felt the bulge growing in his swimsuit rub against Ram's, the friction making his body tremble.

As their passion continued to grow, Tarak lifted Ram's shirt up and over his head, taking in the sight of the smooth tan skin of his chest. Tarak then removed his own shirt and leaned down, needing to feel their bodies together as his lips found Ram's clavicle. The sensation of Ram's bare chest against his own was exhilarating. Tarak's kisses trailed down to the center of Ram's chest, and he felt his lover’s hands move through his dark curls.

Their bodies were entwined in a heated dance, each touch and movement sending sparks of pleasure. Tarak could feel his own desire growing with each passing moment, matched only by the intensity he could feel radiating from Ram. His hands and lips traced their way down Ram's body, exploring every inch of skin, as Tarak moved lower and lower towards the tent in Ram's swim trunks.

“Tarak…” Ram moaned, his body trembling as his lover was now close to eye level with his waist.

“Do you want this?” Tarak asked in a flirty voice, lightly brushing against the tip of the tent in Ram’s swim trunks with his palm. Tarak felt a dark hunger build from the moment of contact and met Ram’s gaze with a look of mischief. Ram’s body flexed from the brief moment of contact, his breath coming in small bursts as the desire overtook his faculties. Ram met Tarak’s hungry gaze and nodded with a breathless smile.

Tarak slipped his fingertips under the waistband of Ram’s swimsuit trunks and lifted as he pulled down, slowly seeing Ram’s member revealed before him. He felt that burning desire only grow as he slipped Ram’s trunks the rest of the way down his legs and tossed them to the side. He stared with hunger at its length and smirked at the throbbing sensation that made it twitch. He locked his eyes with Ram as he reached up and gently wrapped his hand around its length, taking in the new and delightful feeling as he stroked it up and down. Ram’s eyes clutched shut, and another delicious sound escaped him at the sensation, making Tarak’s grin widen. He then took his other hand to gently cup and massage Ram’s testicles, finding himself mesmerized by how smooth they felt in his hand. This exploration was driving Tarak wild, and he constantly looked up to Ram for confirmation to continue.

As he played with Ram’s member, he found himself moving closer and closer to the tip. Tarak knew his breath was teasing the skin as Ram’s trembles beneath him became more uncontrolled. Feeling a surge of curiosity, Tarak held his hand at the base of Ram’s cock so it stood up straight and flicked his tongue over the tip. Ram became breathless as he cast a pleading glance down at Tarak as a sign to do that again. Tarak then dragged his tongue along the shaft before sliding Ram’s length into his mouth, enjoying the taste and the feeling.

Ram’s movements grew wilder as Tarak bobbed his head up and down, loving the feeling of Ram’s length throbbing in his mouth. Finding the hunger take over, Tarak moved with purpose. His once curious movements were replaced by the pure desire to please his lover. As Ram’s breaths became more energized, Tarak pushed himself to take Ram further and further down his throat. It was a challenge, but one he took seriously. The first time he found himself deepthroating Ram, his cock hit the back of his throat. He started to gag but fought back the urge. He wanted to feel the entire length of his lover in his mouth. His determination was rewarded as he slowly slid Ram’s length down his throat, feeling his throat open to accept it. Tarak found deep pleasure in the feeling while Ram’s hands shot down to his head and gripped him tight as he moaned out Tarak’s name.

It was the sign he had waited for. Tarak pulled back and had to work hard to catch his breath. He then looked up to Ram for his cue. Ram’s eyes were clenched shut, his head tilted back. Tarak then wrapped his hand around Ram’s length and began to stroke at a frenetic pace. Ram’s body seized up, and he let out a guttural moan, coating Tarak’s hand in his seed. He stared in awe at Ram’s primal sexiness. Tarak continued pumping his hand up and down until Ram’s cock stopped throbbing in his hand until the last drop had landed on his wrist. Tarak reached for one of the towels they had brought to the beach and cleaned his hand. At some point, he would explore what it was like to taste Ram’s release, but that would be an experience for later.

A few minutes later, Ram came to his senses as he looked down at Tarak.

“You… holy shit Tarak, you were amazing,” he said with a dazed smile. Tarak grinned and blushed, his confidence bolstered.

“You liked it?”

“Of course I did!” Ram replied, taking Tarak’s hand and kissing the back of it, “You’re amazing.”

Tarak blushed and looked away, but he didn’t have time to process that Ram thought so highly of him before Ram took hold of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. Tarak placed his arms around his waist, and the two kissed deeply. It started out slow, but soon it built into something more fiery.

Tarak felt Ram’s hand at his waist as the kiss built up in passion. When Ram broke the kiss, he saw the mischievous spark in his eyes as he deftly flipped their position again. Tarak allowed himself to be laid on the bed as his lover climbed on top of him. With a hunger and intensity that caught Tarak off guard, Ram’s mouth kissed and nipped from his neck to his hairy chest. Tarak closed his eyes and leaned his head back in pleasure as Ram stopped to bury his face in the tuft of hair at the center of his muscular chest before he continued kissing downward. As Ram got closer to his waist, he felt one of his hands grip and massage his own throbbing member under his swim trunks. He found himself almost growling at how he enjoyed the feeling, catching a mischievous glance from Ram as he smiled and continued kissing downward.

He blushed as Ram slowly slipped his trunks down, feeling completely exposed to his Ram. He smiled as Ram’s eyes widened at his size before he saw a hungry smirk reveal itself. Unlike his exploration of Ram, he was teased as Ram leaned down to kiss his inner thigh and then up to the base of his belly. It was as if Ram delighted in avoiding making any contact with his quivering length. Every time Ram moved as if he would finally caress the tip of Tarak’s member with his lips, Ram would shift his movement to tease him again. This delightful little dance made Tarak’s body tremble with desire; his nerve endings felt like they were catching on fire every time Ram moved away.

Tarak sent a hungry glare down at Ram and saw a devilish grin in return. Eventually, Ram positioned his mouth above the prominent member and, without hesitation, slid as much as he could into his mouth, eliciting a moan dripping with pleasure from Tarak.

"Ram! " Tarak groaned his name in the throws of ecstasy,

That was all it took for Ram to begin bobbing up and down, taking the length as far down his throat as much as possible. Ram was completely lost in the pleasure that having Tarak so deep in his mouth gave him. He couldn't help but look up as he serviced Tarak, satisfied at the moans and whimpers coming from above him. He loved the feeling of Tarak’s hands in his hair and that he was the one to make Tarak feel this way.

Tarak could feel his body heating up. He could feel the haze of the pleasure building toward his climax. Ram must have picked up on that as he removed his mouth from Tarak's length and leaned down to lick at his balls, preventing the release for the moment. Tarak had no idea how sensitive that area was to such sensations and felt his whole body tense as he hissed with pleasure. He looked down to match Ram's playful gaze as he felt one of his testicles slip in and out of his talented mouth. Tarak couldn't help but continue to moan in pleasure as he wondered where Ram had learned these techniques. That pressure in his body returned as he felt himself building towards his climax, the moans and trembles in his body becoming much more erratic with each flick of Ram's tongue.

" Ram! I'm going to-" Tarak's breathless words were cut off as Ram quickly shifted to take the member back into his mouth. Tarak looked down with uncontrollable pleasure as he came with a groan.

He couldn't help but look down at his lover like a lovestruck schoolboy as Ram swallowed all of his seed. With each pump out of his cock, he felt Ram's eager tongue lap his seed and swallow it down.

Tarak felt every muscle, every worry, and every thought melt away as the spasms of his orgasm subsided, and he looked with a dizzy smile down at his Ram, who slowly kissed his way back up Tarak's belly. He reached and ran his fingers through Ram's hair as his mouth reached his chest, and eventually felt their lips meet in another passionate kiss, Tarak tasting some of himself in Ram's mouth. Tarak slowly pulled back from the kiss and met Ram's gaze.

"That was... absolutely incredible..." Tarak uttered breathlessly.

Ram smiled with a satisfied expression. "I'm happy you enjoyed it, baby."

The term of endearment meant something different now, shifting away from the playful term to an actual heartfelt label for how they felt about each other. It warmed Tarak's heart as he slowly wrapped his arm around Ram as he lay beside him.

"Where did you learn to do those things...?" Tarak asked, his eyes slowly blinking as he enjoyed the afterglow of their first experiences.

Ram giggled and blushed slightly, "I may have watched an adult film or two."

The two men giggled like children before a comfortable and emotional silence filled the room. Ram leaned to rest his head on Tarak's arm and placed his hand on Tarak's chest, their legs slowly entangling together. They just lay together and stared into each other's eyes, periodically leaning over to lightly kiss the other. Tarak was convinced this was what heaven must feel like as he reached up with his free hand to lightly brush against Ram's temple and hold his cheek.

"I don't believe there are enough words to express how lucky I am." Tarak eventually said in a sound just above a whisper as he looked with affection into Ram's beautiful face.

Ram smiled with a blush as he moved closer to nuzzle into Tarak's shoulder. "I'm the one who is lucky, Taraka."

The two eventually drifted off to sleep in this position, holding each other close and finding the sweetness of their proximity infectious. Tarak's eyes slowly opened as he heard his phone buzz from the nightstand. He made no move to check it as he saw Ram's sleeping form in his arms, not wanting to disturb him. There was no need to do anything other than just lay with his Ram and smile.

After a few moments of this peace, his phone buzzed again. This time, Ram's eyes slowly opened, and Tarak saw the funniest and cutest sleepy face ever. He giggled at the sight of Ram with one eye closed as he glared at the nightstand, to which Ram replied with a quick pinch to Tarak's side. As the two finished their playful moment, Ram eventually spoke.

"You should check your phone... And then throw it off the balcony." Ram suggested with a playful sleepy grin.

Tarak laughed as he grabbed his phone from the nightstand, grunting as the screen's brightness blinded him. It was a text from Tomas, one of many, as it turned out.

T: Is everything alright with you two?

T: Hello?

T: Did you talk to Ram?

T: You’d better be bumping uglies!

T: Seriously tho, is everything good?

Tarak laughed a little at the texts, which caused Ram to raise a brow.

“Who is it?” Ram asked with that tired tone.

“It’s Tomas. He was just checking in on us.”

Ram shook his head and took a breath. “He must have been psychic.”

Tarak laughed, then paused for several moments as a suspicious thought entered his mind. “Wait, what did you say?”

Ram picked his head up from Tarak’s chest with a look, “I said he must have been psychic. I vented to him several times about wanting to tell you what I felt. In fact, I may have asked him discreetly if we could end the beach day so we could have time to talk.”

Tarak’s expression turned shocked, “ I vented to him too! He asked me the other night at the clothing store if we were together! I ended up confiding in him everything I was feeling!” Ram’s eyes widened before he laughed uncontrollably, burying his face into Tarak’s armpit. “That little snake!” Tarak shouted as he also laughed at how funny the situation was. The two men continued to giggle at their circumstances before Tarak felt his heart swell, his arms wrapped tightly around his Ram, and he smiled brightly.

Ram’s head lifted from Tarak’s armpit, and he pecked Tarak on the lips, “We will have to do something special for our matchmaking friends.”

Tarak’s eyes narrowed as he tried to think of some ideas. “Well, now that we know he is not feeling sun sick, we should bring them both to dinner. It's still early enough,” Tarak said, glancing down at the time on his phone.

Ram’s eyebrows raised in excitement at the prospect of food. “I like that plan.”

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I just saw some of your posts about a tragedy in little Lili's life and I would love for you to elaborate a bit more on that. I don't like her parents, but it's very sad that a helpless child has this kind of event in her destiny. Do you think this tragic event will affect the royal family? Will people blame them for not providing security?

I don’t really have too much to say about it at the moment, but I’ll explain it like this.

In late 2020, I was reading Dr. K. S. Charak’s Predictive Techniques in Varshaphala book which features a couple pages of him discussing Princess Diana’s natal chart and annual chart for the year she died in her famous car accident. While I was reading, it popped into my head that “oh, Harry’s Wife has some similar placements regarding sudden accidents like Diana.”  

Then, when we got a copy of Lilibet’s birth certificate was published, I took an instant look at her chart and didn’t like it. It looks to me like a balarishta chart. I haven’t finished studying it in depth yet, which is why I say 95% likelihood. I’ll give 5% chance of surviving/living because I’m not a complete heartless bitch. But I’ll be honest, it doesn’t look great. I don’t think it helps anyone to sugar coat it. 

Also, looking at Lilibet’s chart cemented it for me my aforementioned thoughts about Harry’s Wife and sudden accidents, particularly vehicular accidents. 

A loss of a child in this manner this young and in a family this famous will always be seen as tragic. But I’ll throw out there that this is very likely to happen in Los Angeles and/or southern California. People die from car accidents every day there. It’s just reality in the car-culture environment that exists there. 

There is no security that can guarantee you an accident-free life driving on the roads in California, unless you’re an official dignitary such as POTUS or the governor of California in a motorcade. 

Also--and I’m just going to throw this out there--what if Harry’s Wife/Ex-Wife is behind the wheel and is later found to be at fault? It’s totally within the realm of possibility. Anne Heche was completely at fault for the car accidents she caused right before her death.  

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#just see how you choose the word could also understabd your personality

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Charak Photo Pairing Game

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So @ssabriel preached the dynamic between Veera (ASVR) and Siddha (Acharya) to me, and I’m down with it so bad. Here are some of the thoughts for now.

Veera remembered that he was not impressed by Siddha's idea at the beginning. From the moment he saw this man, he was attracted by the indomitability in those eyes, which was completely different from the anger he concealed in his heart.

He held the old man's wrist and carefully guided him off the train. He landed on the ground first, then turned around and raised his arms for the latter. He recalled the mud in his hometown, as if the dust to cover the sky came to his face, but it did not affect his sight. He looked at Sidhha. His hand put on his shoulder and the body that could not be well healed from the old wound, bumped into his chest because of unstable footsteps, there were two voices struck in his heart at the same time.

* Too skinny/I want to protect you*

Veera looked at the gentle eyes that were different from his elders, patted his shoulder with a smile, signaling him to let him down.

He saw a worn-out and immature self reflected in Siddha's eyes. He grabed the clothes in his arms, dragged the dazzling yellow scarf, gathered them around his chest and tightened his embrace.

He remembered that the villagers had asked him the meaning of revenge.

When he was packing his bags, they asked him what he wanted. Veera just wanted to break the vicious cycle. Killing and hatred would not solve the problem, so he left his hometown and arrived at the unfamiliar area, came to the forest further west, rumored to have nurtured many monks and wise men - Padagatan.

The knowledge he possesses was useless in this vast land, so he let his smartphone ruthlessly lied in the corner of the luggage. He tried to do as the locals do, he asked the merciful mother goddess, but over time, the earth was exploited bit by bit. He couldn't get the answer he searched for, thus he continued on his way to Dharmasthali, and as he crossed the Jeevadhara River in a small boat, he saw the tide pooling, surging and breaking into little waves, which disappeared before his eyes in a while. He seemed to realize something, but when he let the water flow through his fingertips, the sticky touch of the scarlet liquid splashed on his hands that day still made him irritable.

Maybe the tiredness finally drained him out, he lost his way in the Siddhawanan Forest. Before he ate up his last drop of water and solid food, he came to a beautiful lake. Even the wooden house beside seemed to appear in a fairy tale.

He saw him there, wearing worn but clean clothes. He stood in front of the door like a painting, with a crutch in one hand and holding firewood in the other. He just stared back at him with those pairs of piercing eyes, and in that particular time, Veera knew he found his moment of truth.

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Charak Meme Time

I guess I’m probably the last one in the world to acknowledge this “baby mode, sexy mode” meme. Yet since NOW I knew, I definitely need to do something, right? Here we go~

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Quotes that Pokemon Trainers would say

Game/Anime: Pokemon

Charaker: Well known Pokemon Trainer

Shipp's: none!

A/N: these quotes are made up by me and sorted into characters where I think they would say that.

Now let's go!

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Pokemon red and blue

You can't always reach your goal. But you can always try. Even if someone is better than you. Blue

If you put your mind into it, you can reach for the star's. Red

Pokemon HGSS

I get up every day to turn up again! My life is a whole adventure and I enjoy every moment. Gold

Sometimes it's better to hide your emotions and withdraw. However, you should always rely on your friends and let them pull you back out of the black hole. Silver

Pokemon Black and White 1and2

Always keep your goal in mind! Eventually you will reach it. And don't be afraid to ask your friends and family if you need help. Hugh

Always think about what you are doing. Of course it is important that you take care of yourself but think of others. N

With strategy you can fight your way out of any situation. Cheren

Pokemon S&M

Always keep justice first! Help those who cannot defend themselves. Gladion

Always keep up your smile! No matter how hard it is! Keep the mood in the sky! Hau

Don't let your fears define you! Try out what scares you! It minde be good. Lilie

Pokemon Sword and Shield

You are the best if you just believe it! Put your minde and Time into it and you WILL be the best! Figth for it. Bede

I will always help people how need it. My friends have my back and I have there's! Let's fifth together! Hop

I mind be shy but I am strong with my beliefs. Around my friends I am a part of the group who will figth for each other. Even if it mean to take a bullet for them! Marnie

[saptrishisastro]

Stories of Grahas Part 1 by Dr. K S Charak

Surya (Graha), the Sun-God, is eternal in existence and beyond the limits of form and manifestation. It is through His own Maya or delusive nature that He becomes qualified and manifest. Being there since the earliest possible moment of time, He is also called Aaditya; the word ‘Aadi’ means “the very beginning”.

[futureinstitutions1]

𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 🏏 Future Premier League 2024 is set to kick off at Future Group of Institutions Bareilly! The excitement is building as students from all branches gear up to showcase their Cricket prowess. Teams like Charak Challengers, FIP Strikers, FOP Titans, Poly Knight Stalkers, BBA Knight Riders, CS-11 Star, FIMS Warriers, MBA Panthers, and BCA/MCA Hunters are training hard. Stay tuned for thrilling matches and memorable moments! 🏏

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Planter’s House “Industry Sour” - Yellow Chartreuse Variation

Earlier this month I was in St. Louis for a manager training held at Anheuser-Busch. The evenings were free time and I was able to explore a bit. It’s been years since I’ve visited a proper cocktail bar, I was thrilled to snag a bar seat at Planter’s House. After a rainy walk from AB to the Lafayette Square neighborhood, I found myself in a cozy spot. The cocktails and the food did not disappoint. One of their creations, the Industry Sour, now considered a modern classic, was really sublime. I asked for the specs.

I am a fan of the equal parts build, like the Negroni. Each ingredient pulls its own weight and harmonizes to make something more than the sum of its parts.

The Industry Sour is equal parts Fernet Branca, Green Chartreuse, Demerara Simple Syrup and Lime Juice. I’m out of green at the moment; so, I substituted Yellow Chartreuse; see above video.

I’d like to thank Planter’s House for their hospitality. I had an excellent time. I met one of the owners, Ted Charak. It turns out he lived in Portland and co-founded Teardrop Lounge with Daniel Shoemaker. We swapped some stories. Small world.

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Nejiten AU scene of a fanfic i am working on.

Neji was dead, and everyone saw it, they all saw him get impaled two years ago, protecting Naruto and, sacrificing himself for Hinata, whom he had sworn to protect since childhood. He died on that battlefield, in that war.

Team 3, Lee and Tenten, along with their friends all stood in one place, unable to outer a words, everyone was speechless. And stood as if time had frozen in place.

Naruto's eyes widen in shock, his mouth opens about to speak, but nothing comes out.

Tenten and lee , Hinata also, all looked forward, with tears already dripping down their cheeks.

Shikamaru," is...is this some sort of sick joke, because this isn't funny," was the first to talk.

Kiba", it's really...it's is him...we know that sense anyway," confirmed, as Akamaru yelped, sounding confused" that's, -"

Shino," That's him..Neji", looking at his bugs. Seeing that they recognised the charak from anywhere.

Eventually, Naruto spoke as he listened to kiba confirmation and allowed the information to sink in," How- how is this possible" couldn't find the words to speak at first until he did," you died, i saw you died and held your dead body, how. How are you alive? You have been alive all this time, but you" pause for a moment," why didn't you come back to the village, "

Tenten," Neji...how are you alive..."

Tenten wanted to walk closer to her meant-to-be dead teammate, but she couldn't, her legs wouldn't move, it felt as if, she got closer to Neji, then he would disappear and she would wake up from a dream. No matter how hard she looked at him, she just couldn't believe her eyes, she knew he was real, not a clone nor reanimated, he was standing there, fully, completely, healthy alive, while her eyes could see him as clearly as day, but her heart was telling her, it's too good to be true. After all, how can the dead be alive?

Neji looked at everyone unbothered by their reaction, if anything he had a look as if he didn't care, his eyes were cold, yet at the same time were his byakugan eyes usually there, they were not, his eyes that he was always proud of, as proof he was a hyuga,were not there no longer, but instead they were replaced, with another, the tenseigan, and his bird cage seal that was once on his forehead was no longer there.

Neji," you all speak as if you know me, you keep saying neji this, Neji that, but who is this Neji you speak of?you meantion that name yet, you shed emotions as if he was dead or something, just who are you"

Hearing those words just broke her heart into millions of pieces, tenten knew it was the right thing to not get her hopes up, but there was a part of her, that wished there wasn't any string attached to Neji being alive, but having that, would feel like it's a false dream.

Naruto," what. You are Neji,Neji hyuga is your name. What do you mean who is Neji, and we are your friends,"

Neji," you are mistaken, my name is not Neji nor is it hyuga. And i have never seen you in my life,"

Sakura," he isn't the same person we once knew."

Hinata, " no NO you are wrong, that is Neji, the real neji is inside there somewhere, if we keep trying we can- cried- we can bring him back" not believing what sakura is saying.

Sakura," Hinata...look, the real Neji, he would do or say anything to hurt his friends and family, even sasuke, no offence"

Sasuke," It's true," shrugged.

Hinata," he just isn't himself, that's why he's acting like this. He just needs to...we need"

Neji," Hearing you all talking, is starting to bore me, and it's making me rather tired," spoke up, as he lifted his arm, and just like that, he made a powerful force, and in a blink of an eye, everything and everyone was pushed backwards.

Just in time, sasuke grabbed Sakura and with his singlar arm and naruto using Kurma's power caught everyone, while naruto grabbed Sakura's arm , as sasuke teleports them all to a safer distance.

Sai," i don't think Neji is in there,"

Sasuke," hyuga, is definitely not the same person," agree with his teammate.

Hinata," no, Neji is still in there,i just know. Right"

Tenten,", i want to believe that...but, i just can't bring myself to..."

Lee ," i do feel the same as Tenten, i mean anytime we face someone who is meant to be, they always....they end up as our enemies" downcast his head, not sure what to believe

Naruto," i understand how you feel lee, tenten, but Neji he is alive and healthy right there, "

Shikamaru," But at what cost, did it bring him to life and by what strings are attached,"

Hinata," even so...it's Neji..."

Ino", Hinata, we understand how you feel, but they are right. We have never fought the dead,without some sort motives on the enemy side".

Naruto," but then, we have managed go against the odds, so, maybe we can bring him back to us,"

Sakura," i feel like i am going to get deep da'vu "

Tenten," if it's not a uchiha issue, it's a hyuga issue, good gief, "

Shikamaru," i don't get paid enough for this"

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JUST WANTED TO POINT OUT THIS SMALL SHOT CONTINUITY ERROR IN THIS SCENE WHICH CLEARLY DEPICTS RAMBHEEM COMFORTABILITY WITH EACH OTHER (AKA, CHARAK COMFORTABILITY)

The famous balcony scene:

Obviously this hand position shows extreme level of comfortability 😫💝

And then it continues to upper thigh 😌😌😌😌😌🌚

This is the point I wanna point out!! This next shot shows that Ram's hand was suddenly down....but I love that they kept it, because when Bheem raised his hand, they made it OBVIOUS THAT RAM'S HAND WAS ON BHEEMA'S😫😫🥹🥹🥹❣️❣️❣️ (even if it was for a split second, while on his thigh, while talking about his fiance ahhhh the tensionnnnnn!)

Just wanted to show these adoring eyes🥹!

@iam-siriuslysher-lokid babe, I'm gonna tag you everywhere I see or make rambheem now lol

@rambheem-is-real @bromance-minus-the-b @burningsheepcrown I don't have a tag list, but now I know that I should make it. I did t wanna miss out any precious people😫

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I just thought about the possibility of Charan calling Tarak “Anna” in the initial years of their acquaintance and how they’ve come full-circle with Bheem calling Ram “Anna” in RRR.