#college dost

[sandeepjamuda]

Life is about to upon and down, still then some moments of life should we live, who know tomorrow this things will be back or not ???

[just2bubbly]

one of my friend's college in Pune is hosting an Debate Competition, which is open for all Under Grad Colleges!! If anyone is willing to participate PLEASE DO I'M BEGGING YOU!! 🫶🏻😭

their insta_handle: cummins.debsoc

Date of Event: 14 November

[kyahaiyezindagi]

Kabhi kabhi zindagi mein kya aap kabhi bas apna kaam rok kar sochte ho. Ki yaar, bhagwan ne dost toh badiya diye hai.

I had a breakdown in clg. And my friends dropped their work to come dance with me to make me feel better. They bought me an ice-cream and screamed with me. I love them. And I'm so happy I found them.

I had a day in school where I stopped all movement and just stared at my classroom wall. My benchmate, my friend dragged me out of my seat and walked with me. She took me to the counsellor and sat with me. She knew what I needed. We send each other pictures of our days. I love her so much.

Meri bachpan ke dost ab bachpan ke dost ban chuke hai, Aaj kal har roz baat nahi ho pati hai par mein jaanti hu ki unse behtar koi mujhe jaanta nahi hai. We're different now but no one will understand me better than them.

Har mod pe bhagwan ne mujhe mere dost tohfe ke rup mein diye hai. Thank you for them. Unke Bina mein Aaj yaha nahi rehti. Thank you. 🩷

[qalbofnight]

Reading Parveen shakir gives college vibes but in urdu aesthetic eraaa "Parveen Shakir"

Apne bistar pe bahut der se main neem-daraz

sochti thi ki wo is waqt kahan par hoga

Main yahan hoon magar us kucha-e-rang-o-bu mein

roz ki tarah se wo aaj bhi aaya hoga

Aur jab us ne wahan mujh ko na paya hoga!?

Aap ko ilm hai wo aaj nahin aayi hain?

Meri har dost se us ne yahi poochha hoga

Kyun nahin aayi wo kya baat hui hai aakhir

Khud se is baat pe sau baar wo uljha hoga

Kal wo aayegi to main us se nahin bolunga

Aap hi aap kai baar wo rootha hoga

Wo nahin hai to bulandi ka safar kitna kathin

Seedhiyan chadhte hue us ne ye socha hoga

Rahdaari mein hare lawn mein phoolon ke qareeb

Us ne har samt mujhe aan ke dhoonda hoga

Naam bhule se jo mera kahin aaya hoga

Ghair-mahsus tareeqe se wo chaunka hoga

Ek jumle ko kai baar sunaya hoga

Baat karte hue sau baar wo bhoola hoga

Ye jo ladki nai aayi hai kahin wo to nahin

Us ne har chehra yahi soch ke dekha hoga

Jaan-e-mahfil hai magar aaj faqat mere baghair

Haye kis darja wahi bazm mein tanha hoga

Kabhi sannaton se vahshat jo hui hogi use

Us ne be-sakhte phir mujh ko pukara hoga

Chalte chalte koi manus si aahat paa kar

Doston ko bhi kis uzr se roka hoga

Yaad kar ke mujhe nam ho gayi hongi palkein

Aankh mein pad gaya kuch keh ke ye taala hoga

Aur ghabra ke kitabon mein jo li hogi panaah

Har satar mein mera chehra ubhar aaya hoga

Jab mili hogi use meri ala'lat ki khabar

Us ne aahista se deewar ko thaama hoga

Soch kar ye ki bahal jaaye pareshani-e-dil

Yunhi be-wajah kisi shakhs ko roka hoga

Ittifaqan mujhe us shaam meri dost mili

Main ne poochha ki suno aaye the wo? kaise the?

Mujh ko poochha tha mujhe dhoonda tha chaaron janib?

Us ne ek lamhe ko dekha mujhe aur phir hans di

Is hansi mein to wo talkhi thi ki is se aage

Kya kaha us ne mujhe yaad nahin hai lekin

Itna maaloom hai khwabon ka bharam toot gaya!

[hum-suffer]

Update, took a ten minutes nap👍🏽

I need sleep but kal test hai bc

[abyssal-maiden]

Serpent's Hearth Pt. 5: Blissful Sacraments

Apologies for the delays! College is like that sometimes. Please hydrate and eat my lovelies. <3

Chapter warning: xBloodplayx xBoundingx xSmutx

!!!MDNI!!!: 18+ (( xbloodplayx xsmutx xpregnancyx xothersinsx))

XTouchStarvationxLightYanderexEnemiestoLoversxSizeDifferencex

Your senses initiate to the repeated sound of knocking. As your lids flutter open, you are confronted with…him. You lift your head, Messmer's warm hand slides down to rest over the left side of your collarbone. The forgotten lord of flame, snoring softly, beautifully slumped around you, serpents nestled comfortably between. He looked so peaceful and forlorn simultaneously. The knocking persists. You gingerly reach, brushing fiery strands from his face to reveal his closed eye. As you shift, the reptilian companions stir slightly, exposing Messmer's glowing iris as he wakes. He looks at you blankly for a minute as if deciphering if you’re real. He sits up slowly, hand running up your shoulder and cupping your neck before leaning into a gentle peck. He moves to your ear, kissing just beneath it, inhaling deeply before moving away. His scaled kin hiss in protest, hopelessly pulling at his frame towards your comfortable body heat. He sits on the edge of the bed groggily, securing his discarded gambeson around his waist as he stands. Quietly striding towards the door, rubbing his eye.

He’s careful not to open the threshold of the room too wide, opting to slip out and close it behind him. An ancient woman with a cane gives him a suspicious look through narrowed eyes. 

“Egidia…” He sighs.

“My lord.” The finger reader gives a shaky head bow. The servant pair holding her chair up look to be spent following the climb. 

“Forthwith with thy purpose..” he groans, still digging at his tired socket. “Thou wouldst disturb mine slumbering state, the first in moons.” 

At this, the old woman chuckles. “Most curious then, thee hath joined us in the corridor…” she ventures, glancing at the door, taking in his lack of shirt and steel. “ Wouldst thou not prefer to converse in thy bed-chamber, my lor-”

“State thee objective crone.” He hisses quietly over her.

“Very well, my lord.” She croaks in a malcontented tone. “Thee hast appointments to attend. Tis nearly high noon.”  She lifts her hand, the servants standing. “Dost thou intend to break thee fast this meridie?”

“I do desire such this day. See to it that it is grand. Enter not thine chambers unannounced.” He glowers as the group turns. “Do postpone mine audiences, I wish to bathe. Dismiss mine throne house servants until niht.” 

She looks as if to protest; the slitted eye of her sovereign warns her to cease any resistance. As they descend, he can hear the old matron cursing under her breath. He feels generous today; choice words never seem to affect the finger’s witch anyway, and he would not dare depose his mother's stooge too harshly. He enters the room to see you sitting at the table next to the window, observing the rampart. You’ve added a log to the fire, giving it new life in the cold stone hovel. A smile plays on his lips; you look beautiful in the midday glow of the Scadu Tree’s remains as your eyes cast over the distant ruins across the canyon. You turn your head to his towering image, a subtle look of uncertainty in your visage.

“Messmer…”

“Beg thee...another eventide to enjoy thou spell of firmament…” He murmurs, kneeling to sit eye-level, hand raising your knuckles to his lips. The heat grazes them as he soaks in the sight of you, your presence. His eye is vulnerable, his timbre possessive, like a puppy with a capacity for murder. He searches, but the flames have dispelled from your eyes. Verily, I shall make thee gaze shine anew, lightless minx.

He’s grasping at your head and pulling you to his lips. Leaning forward into your enchantment. He’s on his knees in front of the stool you inhabit, clinging to you as his tongue osculates around your own. His fingers hungrily dig through your hair, sliding down your frame at individual paces, exploring delicate blushing flesh under the calefying aura of his touch. The wood scrapes as he pulls your seat toward his chest so that his chin is nestled comfortably between your breasts. He looks up at you unguardedly, his face flushed. He parts his lips to speak but is interrupted by another knock at the door. He sits up from his crouching posture, sighing. 

“Mine honored beauty, sit upon the bed but for a moment.” He whispers, pulling your hand as he gets up.

Following his lead, you plant yourself on the side of the large circular piece. He smiles, finger tracing your chin as he draws the tattered curtain past its scorched edge. He answers the door once more. You survey the burns in the fabric, how they're ripped into frayed holes at the front end as if taken in rage, several of the small rings broken off the rod above. From behind the veil, the clattering of trays and the hushed pleasantries of several servants entering and departing can be heard. You try your best to hold your breath.

He’s met with a pout when he pulls the curtain back, his brow communes a look of concern. The attitude dissolves almost instantly when the heaping feast behind him beckons you. Every fruit, grain, green, and meat you could imagine was laid intricately on a tray, white groupings of various cheeses dotted in different parts. 

“I’ve never seen so much fresh food in one place…” Your eyes betray a look of esurience. He seems delighted, standing straight, a proud gleam in his eye at your amusement.

“Tis for thee…” he glances away bashfully—his hand motions for you to sit at the table again. He drags his chair to the flank of your stool. Hand drawing circles on your thigh as he watches you eat. He periodically snags a grape, a chunk of cured meat, an olive, the like—his attention shifts between your lips and your hands. The serpents intruded by flecking at the dried delicacies and retreated at a soft cough from their master.

“Forgive me, I must quell these ravenous pests.” he hisses, rising and walking to the room's opposite corner. A small door above the end table opens, and he reaches in, fingers gripping the tails of a couple of mice. You could hear the squeaking terror as he tossed them into the air. The rest you turn away from, 

Your meal, however delicious, adjourned shortly after. Messmer excuses himself, returning a few moments later to collect you. He insists on carrying you down the winding staircase, passing the hall from which you originated. The snakes snuggle up in your lap and the curve of your neck. His heart beats quickly against your eardrum as you rest your head against him; glancing up, you meet his gaze. The glowing of his seal always gave away his attention in the dark, but he did not shy away from you now. 

“I cannot recall when last I enjoyed companionship…”

“How…long has it been for you..?” You blush in the dark, thankful for the dimly lit area. You had not been with a man since your reanimation and hoped it was not evident from your performance. 

“Well….” he pauses momentarily, the steps echoing around your movements. “I suppose…fifteen, no, sixteen hundred cycles now.”

You hear the wall appears behind you after exiting the stairwell. Another previously unseen awning across from the entry gate emits a pleasant aroma mixed with humidity.

How many fucking secrets did I miss?

The bathroom pillars extend the length of the room—a charred granite disrupted by cracks of gold from the floor to the vaulted ceiling. The space is filled with steam, myrrh wafts along with it. Trays of exquisite crystalline bottles line the right side of the wide bathing pool. The sides of the bath host an indented sitting ledge along the entirety of the inner perimeter, delving deeper towards the back of the room. Custom-built for the giant pawing at your thighs as he sets you on your feet. The ancient-looking candle stacks come to life as he enters, dropping his vestments on the slab floor and stepping down. He turns to you, holding his lengthy arm out, clawed hand extended. The serpents seem to gather together on his shoulders, giving the impression they dislike this particular activity. 

You take his hand, venturing out over the first step, water lapping at your thigh as it sinks into the warmth. He looks down and chuckles at your height. 

“Mine perfect toy.” He mumbled, sitting on the ledge and drawing you down onto his lap in the hot water. 

His fingers move in the air, and the doorway gives way to the illusion of brick.  Hands sloppily eager with pursuit, sliding up between your breasts to grip your neck, the other between your thighs. He inhales along your neck, pulling your head back, nipping your ear before rasping quietly.

“Ne’er have I felt such in the presence of another.”  His fingers spread across the gap of your thighs under the water, his ring and index gently running down your labia carefull not to part it just yet. 

“I extend thee an accord, A union wrought in lightless possession.”

Your mouth opens to speak, but his grasp slips into your open lips, nail tracing the center of your tongue.

“I wish to bind thee.” He groans, lifting you slightly with his grasp on your pussy. “Such impious fealty I would pay with mine own head.” 

His fingers curl, gripping the front of your slitted joy, plunging only knuckle deep. They teasingly alternate under the water; you feel his breath in your ear again.

“I will make thee fold in mine thrall.” he moans, you can feel his throbbing member against your back as he yanks at your cunt. “Thou shall want for naught, ne’er another.”

You moan around the digit penetrating your lips. His iris trembles with ecstasy, watching his finger covered in your saliva slide through your muffled mewls. 

“Agree.” He pulls harder against your sensitive clit, fingers parting the folds in the bath's warmth. 

“Agree.” His whisper is more commanding than before. His tongue slides up your neck; he sucks gently before plunging the two fingers into your hole.

“Say you are mine, mine alone, tarnished.” His finger pulls out of your gasping breaths as the two inside of your slit move around. His lips part in the effort, his pumping feverish before he moans again.

“ Say you are mine.”

“Yes me-MesSMer!” That familiar pulsing forms in your guts as his fingers dig into your core. “I am for thee alone!”

“Speak with sincerity, cherished little toy!” He hisses in your lobe, pulling back and using his spit-slicked grip to turn your face towards him. The water splashes around his bicep as he beats your cunt with his large hand.

“Dev…Devotion, my lord. I will bid devotion!” you call out as your body spasms in a twitching symphony around his hot fingers. The snakes have regained motivation as they observe and caress your flushed face.

You gutturally moan when he rises, gripping your left breast and right hip. The water cascades down as he stands, spinning around so your hands are slapped against the cold perimeter before being seized again. There is no hesitation in the first thrust as he bucks into you from behind, begging you for your capitulation in short, murmuring bouts. Miel and Purkoy constrict your arms, pulling them back into Messmer's thrusts. His hand leaves a stinging mark on your ass as he loses himself, hips jerking forward wildly against your addictive body. He leans down, the force of his cock pushing you to drooling bliss. 

“Thee must submit most wondrously, exchange for mine endless heed. Give me wholeness, and I will reward thee eternal.” The silk command flows into your mind easily.

You nod vigorously as he pulls on your hair, using the excess leverage to push the limits of your distending folds.  His sharp talon slides across the side of your neck as he pounds relentlessly, his glowing eye obsessive as he watches your blood well up. He rips at his palm, waiting for your gasp as his teeth sink around the slit on your throat, slipping his blood into your maw and stifling the moan. The taste of copper laces with the heat of his flaming ichor, running down your throat, warming your body as your breasts slip and bounce against the granite of the bath with each forward motion of your lover's girth. His moan vibrates against your neck as he sucks.

“Yes, oh....gods. F-fuck, yes!” your voice is barely audible as the pounding of your snatch mixed with the splashing of warm water against Messmer’s swinging testicles and tensed thighs as they collide with your rump.  

He smears his blood all over your beautiful chin, pretty deep crimson on glass skin—your cheeks tingle, your eyes alight with his flame once more. He mewls joyfully at the sight, his left hand cupping your oblique before sliding to feel your tummy underneath. He moans, feeling the way his cantilever is hollowing you through your soft skin as he drives vigorously into your quaking split. His blood is eventually dripping from your hip, shoulder, neck, everywhere as he squeezes each part possessively with his leaking palm. Taking account of your form with his abyssal envy, moaning in ecstasy as he paints you in red. He can feel his need pooling in his lower stomach.

“Thou’rt mine.” He lustfully calls out to you.

His hot palms wrap the front of your thighs; the serpents tighten their hold on your arms. He’s lifting you, shoving himself into your tight trembling pussy. You’re on the verge of melting away while suspended when he shoves one of your legs up onto the edge of the pool. One hand stroking the base of his cock as he watches the cream of pleasure slowly collect along his shaft with each push of his convulsing monster. The constriction of your walls sucks every drop of his semen from his hulking phallus. You hear his hands come down on either side of your stimulated being as his faltering pace becomes slow and deep, shooting hot pangs against the limits of your sensitive walls. His long hair tickles your arched back. He stays like that, panting, pulling out with a slight gasping hiss as he views the mess he’s implanted spilling down your inner thighs. 

“Thou’rt mine.” He repeats, sitting back down in the bath, head leaning against your thigh as you lean on the side for a second to catch your breath. He pulls you back onto his lap.

“Thou’rt bound by blood.” He turns you, pulling your chin and placing a long, steamy smooch against your willing lips. “Thou willst know the imbuement of everlasting longing”

Your tongues dance for a while, the cloud of red surrounding you two dissipating over time. The mixture of blood adorns both of your faces as it is exchanged between the caressing of cheeks. The ritual is only dispelled when a shocked gasp sounds from the direction of the doorway. 

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[amymbona]

I love the thought of Tashi with someone younger, but her with someone older 🫠

Tashi's parents had ordered her a private coach to help her improve over summer break during college.

It was so hard to focus on her coach though, not when his hot, older wife sat by the pool in her tiny bikini.

The words of her coach went in one ear and out the other, all that was running through her mind was how plush your thighs were and how she wanted your legs on her shoulders while she buried her face in your cunt.

FUCK YEAH :33333333333 This is so Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

I'm absolutely imagining reader like a 1950s mob wife in her cute little dresses with ruffled sleeves that her insanely rich and hot husband bought her damnnnn.

You're a stay at home wife, but you enjoy it. Probably a major in marketing or economics, you answer to two or three emails per day, and your schedule is really loose during the holiday. Wanting to break the stereotype, you decide to accompany your husband to his summer house which is a part of the rich man residence somewhere in the country. He tells you that some neighbour offered him a ton of money for teaching his daughter tennis, stating that she's a prodigy and such a young age. And the greedy bitch your husband is, he, of course, accepts.

So there you are, in your black and white polka dost bikini, sun bathing and watching your husband teach Tashi. She's young, around 20, you'd say, but has the passion of a lioness. She plays like a machine and you're wondering if she's getting sunburnt under the tortuous caress of the July sun. You being her a milkshake or a bowl of freshly washed grapes every so often, insisting she should be taking care of himself while kissing your husband on the lips. His hands roam down your bare back, only bringing Tashi's eyes to the wonderful curves you choose to display. Fuck. She's never really felt attracted to females before but you're making her feel things she hasn't felt for a single man before.

You are so kind to her, perhaps kinder than her own mother (not that she ever isn't - and perhaps that is concerning, how kind can a person be), offering her soft smiles and clapping from where you're lounging by the swimming pool when you see her score. When your husband allows Tashi a break and talks her ears off, rambling some bullshit about strategy that he has already made her mind about, her eyes stay focused on the water dripping down the length of your body as you rise from the water, the fabric of your swimsuit stuck between the round cheeks of your ass. Fuck.

One day, when your husband gets an emergency call from a friend and has to call the training off, you really don't know and real don't care, you still invite Tashi to spend the afternoon with you. A girls' day, you say, that you need a female presence every so often. She's more than eager to accept.

Now Tashi's sitting between your legs with your feet in her lap, carefully applying a layer of red polish to your nails, while your hands work on neatly braiding her hair.

"Tell me if I tug too tightly," your soft voice breaks the peaceful silence and she almost completely misses one of your toenails and paints a knuckle instead. Luckily, no mess is made.

"It's okay, you can pull more," she responds, gaze focused on the soft skin of your feet, disguising her wish to really have her hair pulled onto by your hands as not wanting the braids to fall loose.

You smile, fingers threading through her dark curls, "Your hair is so soft, Tashi."

Fuck. Her heart is probably gonna burst out of her chest if you don't stop right now. "Um, thanks. I washed it yesterday."

After you're done with the braids, the fresh polish on your nails needing some time to dry, the two of you rest on the loungers, relishing the moments of tranquility. You close your eyes for a while, completely unaware of Tashi's hand that has sneakers under the elastane of hit bikini bottom, already feeling the wetness caused purely by your heavenly presence. Fuck. Being here next to you, in your absolutely adorable two piece swim suit, the soft skin of your body having touched here, the feeling of you thighs around her hips still deeply burning into her skin, it's driving her crazy.

"I'm gonna dip down."

Tashi announces, disappearing in the pool. She needs to her arousal, her sweating body somehow. And the cold, chlorine water seems to do the perfect job.

Just when she thought everything was going to be alright, that she won't have any other issues containing herself around you, you choose to cool yourself off as well. She watches, almost in awe, as you slowly walk down the steps to the pool. The water caresses your calves, knees, then thighs, pooling around your butt as you take one more step and then swallow you up to the shoulders when you fully dip in. You look like a mermaid, like a goddess in her eyes, completely oblivious to her own beauty and seductiveness. And she wonders whether your husband appreciates the beauty you offer, whether he goes out of his way to kiss and caress every square inch of your body, whether he worhips you like you deserve it and whether he fucks and eats your pussy like she would.

You're in front of her, your full breasts on display, the fabric of your swimsuit doing very little to barely cover your nipples and the pink circles of your areolas. At that point, Tashi has to contain yourself from reaching out and tearing your top off.

"This is nice," you comment with a smile, so sweet that Tashi wishes she could taste it.

Tashi never thought it would happen, really, that somebody would have such an effect on her that would completely shut her up. She doesn't know what to say, no snarky remarks, no flirting attempts. And how she wishes she could magically gain her confidence back and convince you that she's ten times better than your husband, that you should leave him for her.

"You good, Tash? You zoned out for a bit," she's broken out of her trance by a gentle splash of the water on her face and your almost childish laugh. God, you're such an angel.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm alright," she responds you with a small smile, even through she if far from alright. In reality her whole body is, even enveloped by the cold water, on fire just from the close proximity of your almost bare body to hers. If only she could touch you, just a little, softly, without anyone else knowing.

[ramayantika]

Idk where is that romanticised college life people put on reels where hostel ki bakchodi sab sath mein ho rahi ho and tumhare ekdum ache dost ho rahe ho

Maybe my periods is coming in a week or so but I will still rant because I don't want it to affect my work time

This state of loneliness feels like a warm blanket now. It used to be cold. icy cold. But now it is warm, soft and comfortable, just the source of comfort one needs for cold and dark lonely night. But even then this blanket does remind me of cozy slumber yet only of a dark room, silver light and a blanket covering me.

I can call home. I can go dance. I can write five pages and draw spirals until my wrists hurt, but even then this loneliness will never go away. Mother says you will find your circle in the future. You have to wait for a few years. Everything I am working for is in the future.

What about me now? I am only nineteen. How long will I go around pretending to dress up and dining out with pathetic excuses of friends who barely know me? When they will never ever choose me?

If everything good is set in my future, then why can't some of it happen in my present? How long until I can dance in a group, laugh openly, heartily and not a practised laugh which stiffens my lips and cheeks.

I dance. I have learnt the art of acting and becoming someone else. I do that every time everywhere. Sometimes I am tired of treating myself as a performance. I remember how much my eyebrows ache when I practice facial movements a little too much. And then why would not this constant pretending drama hurt me when I keep doing this every second every day?

I will sleep over this and wake up late in the evening. I will sit myself to study, practice dance again after internals, write my stories in hopes that maybe somewhere in the future I will find readers. But that's it. Everything nice in the future.

[jazekada]

tiny dost

I'm graduating from college this year and I'm looking forward to it. it was 4 years of hell.((

[aslam-rp]

Suhasini ek 28-38 saal ki MBA complete, gori chitti, doodh jaisi sundar aur sanskari ladki hai. Uski height 5’6” aur figure 36-28-34 hai, bilkul makhan ki tarah soft aur ekdum jhakkas personality wali. Suhasini ko jewelry, saree, makeup aur fashion ka shauk hai, par dharmik aur sanskari values ko apna pehla farz maanti hai. Wo ek rich family se belong karti hai aur apne pati ke adesh ka palan karti hai.

Rohit aur Suhasini ki love marriage hoti hai, jo college ke pyaar ka natija hai. Shadi ke baad Suhasini apni zindagi se bohot khush hoti hai, kyunki usse apne sapno ka pati aur family milti hai. Rohit 30-40 saal ka hai aur ek private factory ka bada officer hai.

Lekin shadi ke dusre hi din ek twist aata hai. Rohit ko USA se ek badi business offer milti hai jo uski struggling factory ke liye ek nayi shuruaat ban sakti hai. Suhasini apne dil ko samjhati hai aur Rohit ko USA bhej deti hai.

Malhotra family ke members:

Aporva (Rohit ki maa, ek modern aur high-society lady)

Rohit Malhotra

Suhasini Malhotra

Prachi Malhotra (Rohit ki behan, jo apne pyar aur shadi ki tayari mein busy hai)

Rohit ke jane ke baad Suhasini apne akelapan ko mehsoos karti hai. Wo har roz Rohit ko call karti hai, par Rohit busy hone ke karan sirf phone par baatein karta hai aur wapas aane ka wada karta hai. Suhasini ki andar ki tanhai aur jazbaat usse pareshaan karte hain.

Tabhi ek naye character ka entry hoti hai – Aslam.

Aslam ek 35-48 saal ka lamba-chowda, hata-kata Muslim mard hai, jiske chest par hair hain aur jo gym jaane wale ek strong personality wala banda hai. Rohit apne ghar ke kaam ke liye Aslam ko 15 din ke liye bhejta hai. Aslam Malhotra family ka kaam samhalega, par uski entry ke saath ghar mein naye twists shuru hote hain.

Aporva (Rohit ki maa) ke dil mein Aslam ke liye purane jazbaat jagte hain, kyunki kabhi gym mein unka Aslam par crush tha. Prachi (Rohit ki behan) bhi uski taraf attract hone lagti hai, kyunki use hamesha se aise mardo ka shauk tha.

Suhasini ka transformation:

Sanskari aurat se ek bold aur passionate aurat banne ka safar shuru hota hai. Club jana, drink karna, aur apne jazbaat ke naye rang dekhna, ye sab uski life ka hissa ban jata hai. Suhasini apni desires ko samajhne lagti hai aur Aslam ke saath naye rishton ka silsila shuru hota hai.

Twist tab aata hai jab Aslam poori Malhotra family ko apne charm aur control mein lene lagta hai. Ghar ke dharmik values dheere-dheere badalti hain, aur nayi situations create hoti hain jo story ko aur intense aur thrilling banati hain.

Extra Characters:

Aslam ke gym ke dost jo aage story mein naye twists laate hain.

Rohit ke jija ji ka unexpected involvement.

Aslam aur Malhotra family ke beech interfaith aur cultural clashes.

[maintohthakgayibhaishaab]

Hi everyone! hope your weekend went well!

well, here's a lil rant plz ignore if u can.

my sunday was so ruined. subah se leke dupeher tak ek amazon product replace karvane mein customer care mein hi din gaya mera.

phir dupeher tak ittna frustrated rhi

aaj ke din nahayi bhi nahi main, jabki baal dhone the

phir shaam ko college frnd ka dost aaya to go out for dinner, but i said no kyunki mann nahi tha. and bas inform karna chaha mummy ko ke aise bahr jaane ko bol rhe the, aadhi baat mein hi mummy ne daantna shuru kar diya ke kahin nahi jaana, yeh voh. i was like- i already said NO!!!!

phir ghar pe dinner ka kuch decide nahi ho pa rha tha

so mummy said to get paneer ki sabzi from restuarant, i said koi nayi vali sabzi try karte hai, and i ordered it, Ekdum hi creamy sweet, gandi vaali sweet sabzi nikli voh sabzi! never order paneer shaahi kofta lol

uspe bhi meri aur mummy ki blaming behes chalu ho gayi thi 😭

[gay-david-tennant]

hamlet but i haven't seen it (yet)

there's this guy named hamlet who's the prince of denmark

somethings foul in the state of denmark or something

hamlet's dad, the king, got killed before the play and hamlet suspects his uncle claudius (is that his name?)

claudius marries hamlet's mother and is now king (bit weird but okay)

hamlet doesnt like that

the ghost of hamlet's father appears to hamlet and tells him to kill his uncle in revenge

hamlet the master of indecisiveness™

to be or not to be

thats like about whether to act or not i think

hamlet is a college student so actually quite young (i think boy started to go to college at age 14 and hamlets probably around 16 but nobody's sure)

a phrase stuck in my brain is "hamlet the frat boy" but im pretty sure he's more of a theater kid

instead of killing his uncle hamlet stages a play similar to what he thinks transpired to watch how his uncle reacts to it

the lady doth protest too much, methinks

shakepeare does love to make his protagonists spiral into insanity

i heard hamlet is a story about grief and i also heard that it's like a mirror, what you see about hamlet says more about you that hamlet himself (but dont ask me to elaborate i am realising my brain retains information i have no clue how i got)

in the end almost everyone dies because of hamlet

hamlet stabs someone through the curtain i think its the father of ophelia (polonius or smth i dunno) cause he thinks is his uncle

im not sure why his uncle should be behind a curtain tho

hamlet randomly gets kidnapped by pirates but we never see it because shakespeare already new how expensive special effects are

i bet the pirates let hamlet go because he's a little bitch

hamlet is A LITTLE BITCH

i think in one scene he just tries to fluster ophelia (his not-quite-girlfriend) by turning everything she says into sexual innuendo (may i lay my head in your lap so on so on)

there's one scene with a grave digger whom hamlet asks for whom the grave is the man is digging and the man responds it is his own to which hamlet answers something along the lines of

one would thinks so for thou dost lie in it

great pun

ophelia actually manages to drown in a brook which is characterised by it's shallowness

its unclear whether she did it intentionally

there are some guys named rosencrantz und guildenstern (probably didnt spell that right) and i know nothing about them except that they die because of hamlet and for some reason they always get mentioned together which makes me think they are an item

many people die because of hamlet

also there's a skull

is that yorrick?

hamlet talks to it

david tennant got the role of hamlet because he randomly picked up a real human skull

hamlet dies (big surprise!)

there's a duel? and one of the sword's is poisoned and hamlet picks up the wrong one? is that with laertes? i know he dies, too

also there's horatio, everybody seems to like him so i tried to not mention him for as long as possible to annoy them (not really i just dont know much about him)

people think hes gay for hamlet

hes not nobility but wellspoken

something something sweet prince?

horatio does not die

he lives to tell the tale

which is somehow worse

while i know (claudius?) hamlet's uncle dies and thats kinda the point of hamlet's whole actions i do not actually know when or how he dies (but i know about the curtain stabbing, the brook and the duel, weird)

or is he the one in the duel?

i bet hamlet's mother dies too

i also dont know how hamlet dies, something with the duel and the poisoned sword i guess, i know he picked up the wrong sword but im not sure if the wrong one was that with poison or not

WHAT DOES THE PIRATE KIDNAPPING HAVE TO DO WITH EVERYTHING?

AND WAS HE REALLY SIXTEEN?

i am very confused about how much there is in my brain about the guy

i do think there must be more to horatio except 'gay for hamlet' but i dont know anything

rosencrantz und guildenstern sound like a comic relief duo who dont know what they're doing

something about mother and knowing about playing with her drapes... (is that from hamlet?)

im sure this is enough for now

please do tell me how wrong i am

also tell me if you know why i seem to know so much about this (even if it's not true)

yes, this was inspired by @weirdly-specific-but-ok 's good omens post and @hello-ello-ello 's post about macbeth

[aahanna]

Meri dost pata nhi koun se MBA college meh gyi h ,jaha padhai chodh ke sab kuch ho rha, rooz koi new event ya sports organize ho rha , padhte kab h yeh log 😭

[raindropsofloev]

how to have the worst day at college ft. me:

subah subah mummy papa se daant khao

pehle ke 2 lectures front desk par baith kar bhi neend ki jhapkiyan maarte raho

3rd lecture mein bohot zor se stomachache karalo

baaki ke lectures suspend karado

jisse milne ka itne din se wait kar rhe the usse dekho hi mat

dost ko pehle lecture ke baad hi ghar bhagado taaki bacha hua poora time akele raho

ma'am se internal assessments ke marks maango jisme tumne bina copy kiye khud se kaam karne ke baad bhi daane barabar marks bhi na mile

stomachache ki wajah se ghar jaao toh do ensure ki bus hi na mile and atleast 20 auto waale bhaiya reject you

[scotianostra]

On 13th August 1867 William Craigie, the Scottish lexicographer, was born.

Isn’t it funny that us Scots started some of the most famous English establishments, like William Paterson who gave them The Bank of England, then Professor James Murray, the primary editor of the Oxford English Dictionary from 1879 until his death.

And we come to today’s subject, Sir William Craigie, a Scotsman from Dundee he was the third editor of the what is now commonly referred to as the ‘Oxford Dictionary’ or the ‘Oxford English Dictionary’(OED). He was editor of it for over 30 years.

It wasn’t always the English words for oor William though, born the youngest son of James Craigie and Christina Gow, William Craigie spent his formative years in his birth town of Dundee where, under the tutelage of his grandfather and older brother, he was introduced to Scottish Gaelic. This early taste of insular languages instilled in Craigie a passion that would endure for the rest of his lifetime. During his time studying at the West End Academy, Dundee, he began voraciously consuming the works of the early Scottish “Makars” – Robert Henryson, William Dunbar and Gavin Douglas – who would later become known among literary critics as the Scots Chaucerians for their role as the founding fathers of Scots literature.

As well as studying at St Andrews and Balliol College Oxford, where he learnt German, French, Danish and Icelandic, Craigie found himself at the University of Copenhagen where he added Medieval and Modern Icelandic to his ever-increasing list of languages.

Come 1897 Craigie’s lexicographical career began to take flight when the editorial board of the Philological Society’s New English Dictionary (soon to become the OED) were desperate to find a third Editor and Craigie’s name was put forward as a potential candidate. When Craigie received the fateful letter inviting him to work on the Dictionary on a trial basis; he was so keen, he even postponed his honeymoon with his newly wedded wife, Jessie Kinmond, to take up the position alongside the aforementioned James Murray, so you now had two Scots at the head of putting together the greatest collection of English words ever undertaken!

Let’s not forget, while he was employed full time on the English dictionary, Craigie continued with his other passion, A Dictionary of the Older Scottish Tongue (DOST) and in 1907, gave a lecture in Dundee on the action necessary to involve local people in collecting ‘Scots words, ballads, legends, and traditions still current’. The DOST was compiled over the following 8 decades and covers the language of Scotland from its earliest beginnings up to 1700. DOST has over 50,000 separate entries with over 581,000 illustrative quotations, and the 12 large printed volumes contain a total of 8,104 pages.

The print edition of the Oxford English Dictionary was once a constant companion to students, academics and writers across the English-speaking world. The Internet has now replaced it, but in it's day it was a priceless item, maybe not the OED, as it is known, but I think most households had a print edition dictionary, ours was used both for our homework from school, and many many games of scrabble, it certainly helped me understand the meanings of words and how they are spelled.

[hum-suffer]

10 minute pehle ke news ki tea spill karoooooo

Grab your seatbelts because this is a wild and offensive ride.

Context: my friend had a birthday today, let's call her Butterfly. Butterfly is Moon boy's bestie. Me and K (my bestie) became friends with Moon Boy ages ago but we befriended Butterfly only recently during our exams.

Aaj Butterfly ki birthday mein, body shaming girl put up a story wishing her which read,"Happy birthday [Moon Boy] ki bestie." I was furious at her since like last season and even previous episode. Aaj ka precap isme hi aa gaya tha.

Tea:

So me and Moon Boy went to get Butterfly a cake for her birthday to celebrate in college without telling anyone but K. We got the cake and came back, and Body Shaming girl, let's call her Chintu (yes it's her nickname idek why), her group was lowkey offended that we didn't involve them in Butterfly's birthday plan

Moon Boy, that bloody diplomat, knew. He lured them all in with the cake cutting promise and everyone gathered around Butterfly, whom I had not allowed to peek at the cake. We had forgotten to get matchsticks so he went off to find matchsticks to light candles. Meanwhile...

Another girl, whom I did like until she turned into an ass licker, started fiddling with the cake. Bringing it out of box, trying to rip open the box to see the cake. I was politely trying to get her to stop until she tried to open the box. I opened the box instead and then closed it instantly and put it out of her reach. I told her to stop hovering and sit down.

Seeing her ass licker get shoved aside, Chintu was mad. But she was about to be madder.

I'm name dropping this one because i detest him the most. MOST. Bhavya, this lanky oversmart buy with a chomu hairstyle and round glasses, dared to be oversmart.

One thing that everyone should know about me is that I'm fiercely defensive of each of my friends. I treasure them beyond reason. Even if they're new friends.

Bhavya said, and i quote,"Burn Butterfly and use her to light the candles."

I said,"Maybe we should use you, since Teri already jal Rahi hai."

He went bitter and replied,"Jal nahi Rahi hai thik hai? Mere time to cake bhi nhi thi."

"should have had better friends," i said, which must have also offended Chintu.

Bhavya went even more bitter and said,"Mere dost jo the vo tere aaj ke dost hi the. Tere Jo itne saare ladke dost hai na. Vohi." (Lies. I'm acquainted with some boys because I'm a nice person and like to maintain connections. The only male friend i have is Moon Boy.)

I knew what he was implying but Butterfly was already shaking her head. I laughed,"Their behaviour isn't my responsibility."

He was about to say something and Butterfly said to not do this on her birthday. I laughed and said okay, I won't. Butterfly looked at me gratefully and Moon Boy returned till then. He noticed the harsh environment but said nothing and i continued pretending that I didn't want to kill anyone.

Me and Moon Boy took over, shifted benches and made Butterfly sit down, got her the cake(she loved it btw), lit up the candle. Chintu and her ass licker started pretending to care and warning how one shouldn't keep fire near them and blah blah blah. Whilst standing right behind me. I didn't say anything.

As we sang happy birthday, Bhavya sang "Happy birthday [Butterfly] aaj tu mar jayegi". I wanted to hit him but i didnt. By the look on his face, Moon Boy knew my smile wasn't entirely genuine after we finished the birthday song. I pushed him off to be the first one to eat the cake since he's the closest in relation to her. I was clicking pictures with his phone and i heard them criticise even that right behind my back. (Sue me, idk how to operate iphones instantly).

Chintu said,"Maine bola tha ki haath mein rakh ke candle mat jao but sunte nhi hai na kuch log." Bhavya asked who and she replied that she'll tell later. (Can you BE anymore obvious???)

We ended up having fun. I sent off K after me and later I went myself to eat the cake. Took a tiny bite because I don't like sweets too much, and fed Butterfly a wafer chocolate roll. She ate half of it and I fed the rest half to K and Moon Boy respectively. I heard them speak about that as well.

I sat down on a free bench, since I had period cramps, and the sheer joy of being around people and celebrating on Butterfly made me keep my words quiet and it was enough to make me smile widely.

(They did not like that. Duhhhhhhhhhh)

After this, me and Butterfly and K discussed this whole interaction whilst Moon Boy, the darling diplomat, went around fulfilling his volunteer duty and social media manager duty by clicking photos and videos.

The university secretary of the abvp, he came near us to find Moon Boy but he couldn't so I kept him in conversation for almost an hour. Moon Boy returned, listened to the conversation and was tiredly sitting quietly. I and K went to fetch our respective buckles and water bottles from our vehicles and we stayed there talking to some acquaintances. Butterfly came with us too.

I spied Moon Boy drifting in the place and went to him but he had been roped in with Chintu's group so I told him where he'll find me and left, ignoring the rest of them.

Ting ting tadinggggggggg agla update, next kalesh ke baad🫶🏽 (also no one needs to go anon to ask for such tea my loves, I'm happy to provide always 🫶🏽)