#get rishta

[graciebrams]

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[hanaasbananas]

im getting married this year. what the f-

[johndonneswife]

i love how instagram thinks i’m a single desi woman looking for an arranged marriage (my explore page and an ad i just got)

[cinnamoontopography]

My friend has beef with all of her cousins, and loves to complain about them being “unreasonable” when it comes to finding a rishta and how they should “lower their standards” cause they’re getting older. Her cousins could be bitches for all I know, but Idc I’m putting on the cape for them. This is the same girl who got her heart broke and married some random from Pakistan her mom picked out as a rebound (who she complains about incessantly for being a manchild). Maybe you should have been pickier like your cousins girl lmao....

[surajworldnews]

Abhira confesses her love for Armaan, will they finally get married again?

Samridhii Shukla and Rohit Purohit starrer Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai has grabbed everyone’s attention with interesting twists and turns. Abhira has been shattered after the truth about Daksh came out. She left Armaan as she felt hurt that he lied to her about Daksh. Abhira left him and went to Goenka house. The issues between Manish and Dadisa grew because of this and Manish made divorce papers.…

[sakurapandadreams]

୨♡୧ ASTRO OBSERVATIONS PT 5

Please take all of these predictions with a grain of salt I'm not a professional astrologer.

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& if you have any questions here are the GUIDELINES

NATAL OBSERVATIONS

🫐 Aquarius Mercuries also leave people on read thinking they'll reply later, dude reply now you guys will forget later on.

🫐 Venus square Pluto may get bullied by women and the men they reject.

🫐 Your Moon also shows what you overthink about :-

Eg : Virgo Moons overthink whether their intelligent enough or not.

Libra Moons overthink whether people love them or not.

Capricorn Moons are busy overthinking about who's lying.

Pisces Moons are busy overthinking about fictional characters or things that have not even taken place.

🫐 Mars in Taurus is also quite sensual and these people may have a high libido. Most of them know how to channel their energy.

🫐 Venus in Virgo tends to look good no matter what they wear [at times they may wear clothes that won't necessarily be their style but they will still end up looking good in it].

🫐 Cancer Moons are also good at manifestation.

🫐 Pisces Sun, Pisces Moons are better at hiding things, stuff, their personal life. Basically they lie where required.

🫐 Mars in Capricorn reminds me people who are more active mentally than physically. These people know when to play and when to be serious.

🫐 Cancer Risings I can't just blatantly state you guys get bad partners, it's just you guys often fall for people who have a tough time expressing themselves emotionally. You guys also end up being in karmic relationships many a times.

🫐 Moon square Mars tends to feel emotions very intensely. They should journal their anger on a clean piece of paper and then burn the paper.

VEDIC OBSERVATIONS

🫐 If you have a moon darakaraka, only in this placement you can marry a person with the same sign as yours.

🫐 Mars in the 2nd house may eat alot of meat, it's like they'll love meat and find it hard to be a Vegan or Vegetarian.

🫐 Also Mars in the 2nd house swears or curses a lot doesn't matter what sign. They can end up creating new cuss words too lol.

🫐 Rahu 10th house is a good placement however the natives with this placement struggle to choose a career for themselves.

🫐 Venus in the 9th house also tends to be asexual or sapiosexual.

🫐 Rahu in the 9th house makes you doubt your morals. Whether your a good person  or  not.

🫐 Sun-Mercury conjunction in the 7th house can give a spouse you has solutions to mostly all of your problems. Even if their not too educated they may still have solutions to your problems.

🫐 Sun Nakshatra people have so much perseverance like no matter what they go through they always stand tall facing their problems all by themselves.

🫐 Like 12th house reminds people of spiritual, paranormal, esoteric, escapism but what people forget is this house represents creativity as well.

🫐 12th house lord in the 9th house could mean your creative and would want to pursue a career in something artistic.

🫐 Venus in Pisces in any nakshatra gives you such ethereal dreamy looking face these people never age.

🫐 Sometimes I feel Mars atmakaraka has trouble asking for help.

🫐 Sagittarius Moons and Capricorn moons easily argue with each other then 5 min later their bffs like dude [yeh rishta kya keh lata hai.]

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[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

hello!!! so — i must confess something. i have been thinking *very very verrrrry* much about taking mr. ln chaar to a desi wedding (like a cousin's wedding or something) and watching him get bombarded with rishtas when they find out he's british, the aunties and uncles not realising that he's actually *with* reader and not just some baraati/random tinku ke mausi ke bete ka dost.

Big, Fat Indian Wedding ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

i love writing typical indian ffs, cause we really are a bunch of crazies

⤑ ln x desi!reader ༉‧₊˚.

⤑ fluff + humour ༉‧₊˚.

masterlist ☾☼

"are you sure i look good?" lando had never worn a kurta before, but since y/n was attending someone's wedding, he had insisted on tagging along.

he turned to look at y/n, who stood beside the mirror, "babe, you look so good, i want to skip the wedding and spend the whole night here,"

lando giggled, turning red just slightly as he turned away from her, "y/n! stop!"

she laughed, throwing the dupatta at him.

lando held the dupatta in front of him, before putting it around his neck, and then looked at y/n for confirmation on whether it looked good or not. she nodded appreciatively.

y/n tucked her hand in lando's elbow, and the two exited the hotel room that the groom and bride had graciously offered them for the night, and walked to the venue.

lando, not being used to wearing a dhoti, fussed constantly about not accidentally stepping on it or getting it dirty. y/n could do nothing but watch her boyfriend take such good care and put in so much efforts to appreciate her culture.

when they stepped in, the two were immediately greeted with some of y/n's relatives at the gate.

"y/n! beta, how are you? we don't see you anymore!" an old man exclaimed.

y/n immediately untucked her hand and joined them together, "namaste, nanaji. i'm good, how have you been? your health?"

seeing the gesture that y/n had done, lando immediately copied, remembering when she had explained to him the basic courtesies of her culture.

"arre, beta, sab theek, sab theek," he continued talking, but lando, not understanding the language, walked ahead, getting lost in the bright flowery venue.

every surface had lights and flowers. there was a square stage in the middle of the area, which had it's own little roof made out of strings of flowers going from one side to the other. there were chairs facing the stage from all four directions. the bride and groom were standing, posing for pictures with a bunch of people, laughing and accepting gifts and envelopes.

lando's attention was focused on the stage, and without realising, he took a seat somewhere in the middle, eyes transfixed on the bride and groom. he watched as groups of people went up the stage, and the bride and the groom took turns explaining the relations, and then everyone turning to the camera for pictures.

he watched as the bride and groom smiled instantly when people arrived, and then softly spoke to each other when they found little moments in between. he watched as the groom wrapped an arm around his bride's waist and smiled so lovingly at her. lando wondered if this is what his marriage to y/n would look like. would she look as gorgeous as the bride? would he look as in love as the groom?

suddenly, a woman sat beside him. it wasn't y/n. definitely not. because this woman was almost double his age, and had a glint in her eye that he wasn't sure he liked.

"namaste, beta. kaha se ho tum?" the woman said, joining her hands in front of her like y/n had done before.

lando immediately copied, but continued to stare at her confusedly. "um, i don't really speak hindi. i'm so sorry,"

the woman's eyes lit up, "ohho! are you from america? where is that accent from?"

"i'm actually british. i'm not from america."

"british yani london?"

"yeah! yeah, london." lando said.

the woman immediately turned, calling out to her friends or relatives, lando didn't know, "arre, jaldi aao! london se munda hai! rishta nikaal lo!"

a group of ladies surrounded him now, and lando began to panic. he looked around for y/n, but failed to see her in the sea of people.

"you're from london, yes?" one of the women said.

"uh, yeah," lando began to stand, "actually, i'm looking for-"

the woman from before pulled at his arm, seating him again, "you were not looking for anyone. shut up and sit."

lando felt like a deer at the centre of a pride of lions. the women all stared at him, smiling and waiting, and he could not figure out just what they wanted from him.

suddenly, a woman shoved her phone in front of his face, her screen brightness so high, it made lando squint. "tell me, boy, do you like her?"

lando looked at the picture of her daughter, he assumed, "um, yeah, she's nice,"

"good, good. she's a doctor. she can move with you to london. doesn't have to work if you don't want her to,"

"what? no! why would she move to london with me? why would she leave her job?"

a different woman shoved her phone in his hand this time, "forget her. you look at her and tell me if you like her,"

"i'm sure all your daughters are really beautiful, but i'm here with-" lando tried to explain.

"tell me, what's your birthdate? kundli nikaal ke dekh lenge jiski jodi acchi banti hai,"

"13th november," lando responded, hoping that if he gave the women what they wanted, they would leave him alone.

"year?"

"1999,"

the women stared at their respective phones for a few minutes, and lando tried to use their distraction to escape. he was unsuccessful, as the previous woman who had tried to stop him before, stopped him again, this time keeping a firm grip on his arm.

"what do you do for a living?" the interrogation began again.

"uh, i'm a driver, a-"

the women all made disapproving sounds in unison, "matlab paisa kam hoga,"

"par, london mein gaadi chalayega toh paisa apne desh se toh zyaada hi hoga na,"

there were murmurs of agreement. lando looked for y/n again.

"how many properties you own?"

lando was confused by the line of questioning, but the firm hand on his arm stopped him from running away like he wanted to.

"one in monaco, and one in somerset, but that's my parents' place," he responded.

"yeh monaco kidhar aata?"

"arre, europe mein hi hoga kahi par. paisa hai iske paas, ladkiyaan khushi khushi reh sakti hai,"

"you have big family?" another question directed towards lando.

"i've got two sisters and a brother." he said.

"sasuraal mein rehna padega shaayad,"

"europe-sheurope mein sasuraal kuchh nahi hota hai. shaadi ke baad, sab alag alag rehne lagte hai,"

the women began discussing again. looking around for the millionth time, lando finally found his girlfriend.

y/n was standing a little far away, staring right at lando and his group of old women. she looked like she was trying not to laugh, as she conversed with another woman. lando sent her a pleading look, almost begging her to come save him.

y/n, seeing lando's look of fear, rolled her eyes, smiling, and began walking towards him. a hand cupped lando's cheeks, and pulled his attention back to the women surrounding him.

"how many kids you want? we want two, at least. we are okay for more also,"

lando blushed. why were strange women asking how many kids he wanted in his future? that was a conversation that he was only ever going to have with y/n, his girlfriend, the woman he was going to marry.

before he could respond, y/n's voice rang from behind him, "namaste, mamiji, chachiji, maasiji,"

the women lit up, talking over each other and greeting y/n. lando felt slightly calm now that his girlfriend was around, but he also knew that she was trouble. lando didn't know what to expect at this point.

"accha, y/n, batao, yeh ladke ko tum jaanti ho? london se hai," one of the women asked.

"haanji, jaanti hu na. mere saath aaya hai," she said.

"tumhare saath matlab?"

"arre, bhai hoga iska,"

"bhai-behen jaise lagte nahi hai, bhai kidhar se ho gaya?"

"duur ka rishtedaar ho sakta hai,"

"dost hoga varna,"

"dost ko kyu lekar aayegi voh,"

the women all spoke at once, arguing with each other. lando didn't know what he could do, and despite wanting to leave, the woman sitting beside him still had a firm grip on his arm.

"actually, humari sagaai hone vali hai. aaj bas puri family se milne aaya hai,"

whatever y/n had said, it had worked wonders, because the women immediately fell silent and stared at y/n. lando was just glad that the attention wasn't on him anymore.

"arranged hai ya love?"

"love marriage hai,"

"kitne saalo se jaante ho ek dusre ko?"

"6 years,"

"tumhare mummy papa ko pata hai?"

"haanji, unko sab pata hai,"

they all fell silent, looking at each other. it made lando think that maybe they were talking telepathically. it worried him. it scared him. more than crashing out on the track somehow.

"tumhare ladke ne bataya nahi. humari sabki ladkiyon ko dekh raha tha," one of them said, glaring at lando.

"itne saare nay log dekh kar darr gaya. aur aapne bolne bhi kaha diya usko?" y/n chuckled like she was making a joke, but no one else laughed. lando was so so confused.

slowly, the women stood up one by one, talking to y/n and bidding him goodbye. lando couldn't do much but just wave at them.

when the women were far far away from lando, he immediately got up and turned to his girlfriend, "who were they? why were they holding me captive? did i do something to offend them? why were they showing me pictures of their daughters?"

y/n laughed, grabbing his hands in hers and pulling him closer over the chair. she pecked his lips repeatedly, waiting for lando to calm down and kiss her properly. she knew people were watching, especially the old women who had just been sitting there, but she had told them that they were going to get married, so a little pda wouldn't matter that much.

his arms around her waist, lando pulled back, "baby, seriously,"

y/n laughed again, "those were relatives from all over. they thought that you were a single man, and they wanted to fix you up with one of their daughters for an arranged marriage,"

"what? why?"

"arranged marriages are very common in india, or southern asia in general. the arranged couple meet, talk a little, their horoscopes and stuff are matched, the parents talk about expectations from the in-laws, the dowry, all of that stuff," y/n explained.

"so, if you don't wanna get an arranged marriage, what do you do?"

"what we're doing. it's a love marriage. i fell in love with a man and i want to marry him, so i introduce him to my family, and the horoscopes, expectations, dowry all happens,"

lando was quiet for a second, his fingers tapping against her waist, his teeth biting his lip as he thought about something. "what if i don't want the dowry? like, i understand the horoscopes thing that its to see how compatible we are, right? but, is the dowry necessary?"

y/n kissed him again, "while it is the usual norm of the groom's family to take some kind of dowry, it's not necessary. it depends on the groom and his family,"

he wrapped his arms around her tighter, "okay, well, this groom and his family have decided to not take a dowry,"

y/n laughed, "i love you,"

lando smiled, "i love you too,"

the two turned to look at the bride and groom on stage. they watched as the groom kneeled on the floor and helped the bride with her shoes.

"is that going to be us one day?" lando softly asked.

"is that what you want? a big, fat indian wedding?" y/n countered.

"i want everything that's a part of you. if a big, fat indian wedding is a part of you, your dreams, i want it,"

"yeah, that's going to be us one day."

lando turned back towards the stage, a happiness spreading in his chest. he couldn't wait for his big, fat indian wedding.

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i hope you guys enjoyed this! i know a lot of people won't enjoy this, because a lot of the dialogues are in hindi, but i really hope all my desi girlies love this! i've also got a link for my taglist that you can find here!

[auggieblogs]

From mine to yours | Max Verstappen Instagram au

Max Verstappen x fem! reader

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ Max does not hide his blatant favouritism!!!

Author's note: HAPPY DIWALI TO EVERYONE CELEBRATING!!! I hope all of you are doing good. This smau is a service to all my brown girlies, (and @maxiepinkz) consider it a Diwali gift. Also, my non-brown girles, all of you can read it just for the funnies (I like to think I am hilarious). Anyway, I love you all so much. Happy reading, my loves🤍

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Diwali, also known as Deepavali, is a Hindu festival celebrated with great enthusiasm across India and various other parts of the world. It symbolizes the victory of light over darkness and good over evil. Diwali typically involves lighting oil lamps or diyas, decorating homes, exchanging gifts, and enjoying festive meals with family and friends. The festival holds cultural, religious, and social significance, promoting the spirit of joy, unity, and hope.

A ladoo (also spelt laddu) is a popular and traditional Indian sweet. It is a round-shaped sweet ball made from various ingredients, including flour, sugar, and ghee (clarified butter). Ladoos are often prepared during festivals, celebrations, and religious occasions in India. They are considered a symbol of good luck and are distributed as a gesture of joy.

Needless to say, it's my favourite time of the year😁

[rooh-afza]

now my dad is thinking about possibly introducing my cousin on my mom’s side to the cousin above although my mom thinks she’d be better with his younger brother bc they’re the same age and more similar in personality and they’re both planning on staying in the same city for the rest of their foreseeable future but that’s not happening unless my aunt and uncle decide to be normal so

being desi is so silly sometimes I feel like a background character in a jane austen novel

[theanagyakaari]

The way Indian soap operas do not give a flying fuck about continuity is absolutely insane like theoretically, the current year in yeh rishta kya kehlata hai should be at LEAST 2056. That's literally the minimum if you take the assumption everyone gets married at eighteen.

[firstelevens]

I had to go through photos from my cousin's wedding again for Rishta ReasonsTM because I, like Bigfoot, only get photographed about once a year, and while I did begrudgingly find a photo to hand over to the requisite aunties, I also found this, which I believe expresses my function at all family special events: I will crouch down on the floor in sparkly clothes and strategically arrange my limbs to allow for the steadiest possible video recording of your younger brother's speech at your wedding and that! is! a promise!

also this gharara was objectively a banger and I have no more special events to wear it to so I just wanted people to see it again

[bamber344]

Human Connection

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Time for gay!!

as stated in a previous post, this chapter is 6000 words long, and almost half of that is smut. If that is your thing, hooray!! If that's not your thing, I apologise. There is some important introspection stuff during the smut scene, so I think my solution is I'll do my best to summarise it in the end notes for those of you who decide to skip it.

Anyway, all that aside, enjoy!

CWs: Explicit sexual content, references to previous injuries (dislocation), references to abuse, minor cosmic horror

Human Connection

“Get up to anything interesting today?” Brianna asked, puffing as she exerted herself on the treadmill.

“Mm, not really,” I replied. “Just the usual. Catching bad guys.”

“Do you ever do anything other than catching bad guys?”

“I get two days off of patrol a week, usually dedicated to more specialised training.”

Brianna was silent for a second. “Jeez, girl. You need a break. Some time to kick your feet up and just relax.”

She was probably right, but for some reason I still felt the need to defend myself. “I mean, I did get a ton of time off after I was shot, so I probably don’t need any more anytime soon.”

Brianna sighed. “Not exactly what I meant, Jordie.”

It had been a few days since our first encounter here in the gym, and we’d been meeting up to run together every day since. Spending time with her made me happy; the compliments and jokes – even if I didn’t always get them – could make me smile even when I was feeling awful, and every now and then she’d say something that would once again trigger that same feeling I got between my legs our first time running together. It was probably the main reason why I kept coming back, even after the incident with Vivienne and Rishta. Aside from my mission, of course.

Speaking of those two, everything was cleared up, thankfully. Well, just about, anyway. I ran into Rishta again and tried to apologise, but he said it was okay. Apparently, his shoulder wasn’t bothering him much, which was good. In regards to Vivienne, I hadn’t been lucky enough to see her. I wanted to ask her more about my shoulders, and maybe… some other stuff, too. She seemed to have a pretty good grasp on what was ‘normal,’ and apparently I could use a few lessons on that. Who knew that frequent shoulder dislocations weren’t actually a thing everyone went through?

“So, what did you mean?” I asked.

Brianna paused. “Are you doing anything after this?”

“No, why?”

“Well, how about we hang out in my room? I can show you how to actually relax. And… maybe some other stuff, too.”

Well, I’d never say no to spending more time with her, and this seemed like the right direction to go in for my mission. “Sure. What are we gonna do?”

“Oh, you know. Listen to some music. Chat. Maybe… we could fool around a bit?”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied. I wasn’t really sure what she meant by ‘fooling around,’ but I was sure I could figure it out.

“Awesome!” Brianna exclaimed. “Well, what do you say we finish up here, shower, and then we can head back to mine?”

“Okay.”

She smiled. “Can’t wait.”

—

“So, this is my place. What do you think?”

I looked around the space. It wasn’t much bigger than my quarters back at the facility, with a bed in the corner, a desk, a couple sets of drawers and not much else. It didn’t even have a shower like mine did. Though, I supposed the showers we just visited were sufficient enough to not need one in here. It didn’t have a toilet either, though. Presumably, that was a similar situation to the showers.

“Reminds me of my quarters,” I said.

“Yeah?” Brianna replied, walking over to her bed and sitting down on it. She was clearly familiar enough with the space to not need to use her cane. “I know it’s not much, but hey, it’s free accommodation. I ain’t gonna turn up my nose at it. Come, sit down.”

She patted the space next to her and I did as she asked, settling down on the bed. It was plusher than I expected, even through my armour. 

“You know you… don’t have to keep your armour on here, right?”

“Sorry?”

She leaned back, lying on the bed. “Do you wear it in your room at home?”

“...No.”

“Then why keep it on here? I heard you took it off for your duel with Rishta, and if you’re worried about me seeing your face, well…” She gestured vaguely at her eyes. “Blind as hell, y’know? You don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable, but it might be easier to relax, which, if you recall, was kinda the whole point of this.”

No matter how I tried to rationalise it, I just couldn’t find fault with her words. Father hadn’t minded about the fight with Rishta, so surely he wouldn’t mind here either, right? The threat of punishment weighed heavily in my mind, but… She was right, she couldn’t see my face. I would actually be able to take my armour off and relax with another person for once without technically breaking any of Father’s rules. I couldn’t pass the opportunity up.

“I suppose I could,” I said, getting up and stripping my armour off, piece by piece.

“Dope,” Brianna said. She pulled out her phone as I got undressed, and spoke into it. “Play ‘Swanky time’”

“Playing playlist: Swanky time,” a monotone voice replied. Music started playing out of the phone, and she placed it back on her nightstand. 

Once I’d gotten rid of all of my armour, I sat back on the bed, bouncing a couple times as I landed.

“Oh, wow,” I muttered, flopping backwards to lay next to Brianna.

“Comfy?”

“How is it so soft? My bed’s practically concrete compared to this!”

Brianna’s fingers brushed against my arm and my breath caught, half-expecting pain from the sudden touch and half-surprised by how good the gentle contact felt. She laughed. “Well, from what I gather, you’ve been living pretty militaristically up until now, so that’s not too surprising. You don’t have to worry about any of that right now, though. Just relax and enjoy yourself. You want some candy?”

I cocked my head to the side. “What’s that?”

Brianna sucked in a breath and nodded. “Memory issues, right. You’ll see.”

She reached over to her drawers and opened the top one, pulling out a colourful plastic bag of something.

“How can you tell where it is so easily if you can’t see?” I asked.

“Blunt as always,” she said with a toothy smile. She held up her hand, revealing that her pinky and ring fingers were both missing. “My power lets me turn my body into smoke. It’s helpful for a lot of things, like squeezing into tight places, or helping me get my bearings just a little more accurately by feeling around over a wider area. It’s not perfect, obviously, or I wouldn’t have to use my cane, but it’s useful in small spaces like this where I’m familiar.” Her fingers reappeared, and she plucked something from inside the bag, putting it in her mouth before getting another and offering it to me. It was small and red, vaguely shaped like someone was trying to imitate a strawberry, and covered in white powder.

“Try it,” Brianna said.

I shrugged, putting it in my mouth and biting down.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, looking at Brianna. “It’s so sweet!”

She grinned. “You like it?”

I nodded. “Yeah!”

Her grin grew wider. “Here’s something else you might like.”

All of a sudden, Brianna leaned towards me, placed a hand on my cheek, and pressed her lips to mine. 

Woah.

I sucked in a breath, heart jumping, my whole body suddenly lighting up with electricity and freezing me in place. It was just like that dream I had of Madeline all those months ago, only it was real, and I didn’t know what to do. The swirling in my belly felt like fire licking my insides, spreading to the ends of each limb and making my hands shake. Whatever this was, I never wanted it to end.

Unfortunately for me, just as suddenly as she’d moved in, Brianna pulled back after a few seconds; an expression of disappointment on her face.

“S-sorry, I… I think I might have misread some signals-”

“Do that again,” I said frantically.

Brianna blinked, processing my request. She tilted her head and smiled, looking slightly confused. “Are you actually gonna kiss back this time?”

Kiss. That’s what it was. Unimportant. “Y-yeah.”

She chuckled. “Well then. Take two, here we go.”

Brianna moved in again, and this time I was ready for her, parting my lips to meet hers just like I did in that dream with Madeline. We connected and the electricity came back in force, shivers rocketing up and down my spine, all the way to the tips of my toes. Her hands roamed across my body, finally free of its cage in my armour, and I kissed her back, just like she asked. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but matching her movements seemed to do the trick, as she smiled against my mouth before gently parting my lips further with her tongue.

I whimpered as that fire in my belly flushed under my skin in response, my vagina tingling with need. Brianna pushed me onto my back, breaking the kiss for a split second as she clambered on top of me before fiercely claiming my mouth again. Ordinarily I’d be panicked underneath someone else’s weight, but here I felt only a desire for more. I tried to copy the thing she did with her tongue, but it was useless against her onslaught, and only resulted in her responding by pushing her tongue further in, licking into my mouth. Failing that, all I could do was wrap my arms around her and hold on for dear, beautiful life.

She let out a happy moan, stroking the scar on my face with her thumb. Her other hand snaked beneath my tanktop, gently resting on the bare, burning skin of my belly. I clenched my abs, once again expecting pain for just a moment, before settling back with the overwhelming relief of the realisation that she wasn’t going to hurt me. Warmth mixed with the electricity and the scalding fire inside me, and I whined into her mouth. My hips rocked upwards of their own accord, seeking any sort of stimulation to relieve the building tension between my legs. Brianna noticed this, grinning against my lips, and pressed her thigh right where I needed it.

“G-aah!” I keened, breaking away from the kiss for a much-needed breath. Brianna needed no such intermission, kissing along my cheek and down to my jaw.

“Your sounds are so cute,” she muttered, gently nibbling my skin and eliciting more of those sounds she apparently loved so much. Her hand trailed up underneath my tanktop, cupping my breast and softly squeezing. “This okay?”

“Yeh… Yesss,” I moaned. I gasped as her fingers found my nipple and pinched it, prompting me to arch my back, pressing myself further against her hand. That was a new feeling, but I definitely didn’t hate it.

She hummed in apparent satisfaction, lowering her head again to continue nipping and sucking at my neck. The sharp sensation was almost overwhelming in its pleasure, and I couldn’t keep myself from babbling.

“G-guh, g-god, f-f-feels… s-so good…”

Brianna laughed. “Damn, you’re sensitive. Is this your first time?”

“F-first time… what?” I gasped out as she rolled my nipple between her fingers.

“First time having sex.”

“Wh-what’s… sex?”

Brianna paused, poking her head up. “Wait, seriously?”

I panted, half-grateful for the chance to catch my breath, half-annoyed at the sudden disappearance of all that pleasure. “What?”

Brianna seemed to realise something, then groaned, rubbing her face. “Oh fuck, of course. Your memory issues.” She looked back up, touching my arm. “You don’t know what sex is, do you?”

I slowly shook my head. “No. I… I’ve never heard that word before.”

“Do you at least know about consent?”

“...No.”

She sighed, leaning down and resting her head on my chest. 

“Are… Are we gonna keep going?” I asked.

“No. Not until I get you up to speed, at the very least. I don’t feel okay about doing this otherwise.”

…Aw man.

—

“Did you get all that?”

I blinked, trying to retain everything I’d just learned. “Uh, yeah. I think so.”

Brianna had explained everything to me. Sex, consent, the whole package. Sex was something two people did when they were attracted to each other, similar to what I’d figured out how to do that night after my deployment (which was called masturbation, apparently), only with another person. But, according to consent, people had to agree to it. I supposed that made sense. I wouldn’t want someone I didn’t like touching me at all, let alone between my legs. Sebastian Beaumond appeared in my mind right then. He seemed like the type to do that without consent. But it did raise a question.

“So… When people touch me, even though I don’t want them to, that’s bad?”

Brianna nodded. “Yup.”

“But… That happens all the time in training. Father or the trainers will do all sorts of things to me, and I… I’ve never liked it. But that’s just training. That’s what it’s like.”

Brianna grunted, seeming a little uncertain. “I… don’t know quite if that applies. I mean, if you’re doing combat training, people are presumably gonna hit you. That’s kinda part of the deal. But… I suppose if you didn’t agree to the deal in the first place, then it’s wrong.” 

Oh. Well, I guessed it was fine then. I owed Father for saving me, and this was how I was paying him back. That meant I agreed, right? The thought was… oddly disappointing. That probably applied to punishments, too. I agreed to them, so… I shouldn’t be upset. 

Though… Vivienne said my shoulder dislocations weren’t normal. Maybe… Maybe I should talk about this with her before making up my mind. Just to be safe.

“So,” Brianna said, threading her fingers through mine. Her hand was warm. “Do you want to keep going?”

For so much of my life, being touched meant being hurt. Punched, slapped, cut, burned, whatever. But Brianna’s touch was something completely different. Something new and exciting. Something safe. All that knowledge about sex and stuff was a lot to take in, but knowing all that didn’t change how much I still yearned for that same safe, gentle, positive touch from before. The only person who ever touched me even close to anything like that was Vivienne, and now that I was actually experiencing it properly, I was beginning to realise just how much I’d been missing it in my life. 

There was no universe in which I’d say no. I needed more. 

I nodded. “Yeah. I really do.”

Brianna smiled. “Great. Since it’s your first time, we should probably take it a bit slower than we were before.”

That made sense. That first bit was a little overwhelming.

“Can we kiss?” I asked.

She chuckled. “Of course. And, please, let me know if you ever want to stop, for any reason. It’s okay.”

She was being a lot more careful than before. If I had to guess, figuring out that I had no idea about any of this stuff scared her a bit. Oddly, it just made me feel even safer. “Okay.”

Brianna nodded, reaching up to cradle my face before gently kissing me, far softer and slower than before. I sighed, reciprocating, and we carefully laid back down on the bed; this time with me on top, straddling her lap. Her hands trailed down my sides, settling at my hips. We stayed like that for a while, just enjoying the moment, before I decided to escalate a little with my tongue. Brianna moaned at the contact, tugging on the hem of my tanktop.

She pulled back, though not so far that we weren’t still completely intertwined. “Do you wanna get undressed?”

I nodded, sitting up and all-but ripping my tanktop and underwear off, throwing them on the floor.

“Well?”

“Oh! Uh, I just did.”

Brianna paused, then laughed. “Eager, aren’t you?” She reached up, caressing my bare abdomen, before trailing down to my thigh. I shivered at the touch. “Suppose I should join you, then.”

She wiggled out from under me and quickly stripped down to nothing, leaving her bare form on full display.

“Wow,” I muttered. She was beautiful.

“Like what you see, huh?” She grinned.

Instead of responding, I followed my instincts and moved back into her, kissing her with the same intensity she kissed me with before.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she gleefully whispered in the scant few moments our lips were apart. 

I just grunted in response. The feeling of our bodies pressed together – skin-to-skin contact with nothing in between – was so intoxicating I could barely think. I just wanted to make Brianna feel good in just the same way she made me feel good earlier. To that end, I pushed her onto her back and returned to my position straddling her hips. Her hands explored my body, stroking, squeezing, pinching as she felt her way between my breasts, thighs, and butt.

I gasped at a particularly tight squeeze to my ass, and used the momentary separation to move my mouth over to Brianna’s neck, kissing and sucking her skin. She groaned, holding me tighter as her head tilted back to make more room. I didn’t let up, trailing my hand down her chest to grope her breast. My heart fluttered in my chest as I felt up the soft flesh. It was still hard to believe this was actually happening.

“Are… A-are you copying what I did earlier?” she breathed out between pleasured gasps.

I paused. “...Is that bad?”

She laughed. “No, not at all. But, if you wanna really make me feel good, how about you try something a bit further south?”

Brianna grabbed the hand that was cupping her breast and pulled it down between her legs. The warmth radiating from her vagina was intense, as was the wetness soaking the inside of her thighs. I instinctively swallowed as a wave of heat flushed under my skin.

“You said you’ve touched yourself before?” she asked.

“Y-yeah?”

“Then you already know what to do.”

Oh. Yeah, that made a lot of sense. Same anatomy, and all that. I smiled, leaning back in to nip at her neck while my hand got to work with the familiar motions.

“There you go…” Brianna moaned as I started circling her clit with my fingers. She stroked back and forth through my hair, occasionally gripping, gasping and jutting her hips upwards into my hand as her pleasure spiked. Satisfaction tingled throughout my body at the sight and sound of her enjoyment. This was it; this was exactly where I was meant to be.

I went on like that for a little while, just basking in the sounds she was making, before dipping my fingers lower and teasing her entrance. Her legs parted further, making room, and I took the invitation, slipping two fingers inside of her.

She groaned, deep and primal, digging her fingernails into the meat of my shoulder. “Fff… Fuck, Jordie… Keep that up…”

I wasn’t one to disobey orders, especially when I was actually making someone feel good, instead of hurting them. Maintaining a steady rhythm, I thrusted my fingers in and out of Brianna’s vagina, rubbing against her inner wall in the way that always made me buck and writhe with pleasure. Sure enough, Brianna was barely holding on, rolling onto her side to wrap herself around me as I fingered her harder and faster. Her moans echoed right into my ear, her hot breath making me shiver. I’d long since given up on kissing her neck, instead resting my head on her shoulder as I focused my efforts down below.

It wasn’t long before the telltale signs of Brianna’s approaching orgasm became clear. Her breathing picked up; her moans rising in pitch and volume. Just a little further, and…

“Oh, fuck!”

There we go.

Brianna clung to me as the tremors hit, her thighs quivering violently. Her legs clamped shut, keeping my hand in place as I pushed her through the climax. Honestly, I couldn’t have moved away if I wanted to, with the way that she was squeezing me.

Finally, the orgasm subsided. Brianna let go of me as I pulled my fingers out and flopped lifelessly onto her back, panting. I smiled, resting my head on her outstretched arm and watching her chest rise and fall with every breath. I could’ve stared at it forever… Though, in the meantime, I needed to do something about the wetness soaking my hand.

Well, it wouldn’t be the first time I licked my fingers clean after a fingering. The only difference was that this was on someone else instead of myself. 

Hmm, Brianna’s tasted a bit different than mine. I wondered why.

“Damn, Jordyn,” she said with a laugh once she’d finally caught her breath.

“Did I do good?” I asked.

“Good? You did great, girl. Seriously, if I tried to keep up that pace that consistently my hand would be cramping for the next two days.”

“Well,” I said, pride and giddiness filling my belly. “All my stamina training had to pay off somehow, right?”

Brianna laughed again. “Sure.” She rolled over and kissed me on the forehead, then the lips. “May I return the favour?”

Oh. I’d been so caught up in pleasuring her, I’d completely forgotten about the heat amassing between my own legs. Now that it had been called attention to, however, it became impossible to ignore. Sweat prickled along my skin at the thought, my stomach swirling enough to make me dizzy. “Y-yes please.”

She grinned. “Well then. Allow me to show you a new technique.”

Brianna moved in and kissed me for a long, feverish moment before parting and moving down to my neck. There she laid down a trail of fiery, lingering kisses until she found just the right spot to send sparks shooting through my body with every delicate touch of her lips. Her target located, Brianna focused in on it, sucking and biting until I was writhing breathlessly in the sheets. Just when I thought it was over, she moved back in on a new spot, and I was right back where I started.

Finally, after about three or four repeats of that, Brianna apparently decided she’d had enough of making me whine and squirm from my neck, and continued her trail of kisses down my body and to my chest. Her hands caressed up my body, cupping both of my breasts and squeezing them.

“You have nice boobs,” she muttered against my skin, before licking a fiery stripe up the underside of my breast, making me yelp. “Not too big, not too small.” She took my nipple into her mouth, sucking on it and lathing her tongue around my areola. I jerked, arching up into her as the breath left my body. After a long moment, she let it go. “Soft, good squishiness. What more could a girl ask for?” She sank her teeth into the meat of my breast and I hissed, slowly releasing it as the sensation buzzed through me. Somehow Brianna was able to make pain feel good.

“Y-you too…” I whispered, my ears ringing.

Brianna laughed, still moving lower along my body, kissing all the way. “Thanks.”

She pulled back as she reached the bottom of my belly, running her hands down my thighs, so so close to where I needed them, but not quite.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Ready for what?”

She cocked her head with a sly grin. “This.”

Her hand slid down through my pubic hair, and she gently pried my labia apart with two fingers before moving in with her tongue, licking all the way from perineum to clit. I jerked, bucking my hips as she hit the sensitive bundle of nerves, but she held me down, going to work like she’d trained all her life for it.

“Oh… Oh god,” I moaned, dropping my head back on the pillow, gripping the sheets and doing my very best not to absolutely scream. The feeling was indescribable, morphing me from functional human to writhing, gasping mess in a matter of seconds. Brianna hummed against me as I helplessly rutted into her mouth, and the vibration sent thousands of tiny sparks shooting through my body. I wasn’t sure how long I could last like this, but time quickly became irrelevant as I closed my eyes and succumbed to the pleasure electrifying every nerve.

For all I knew, it could have been hours that Brianna was stretching me thin with nothing more than her tongue, but given how worked up I already was, it was far more likely to be minutes or even seconds. Regardless, eventually the pleasure, combined with the sight of her between my legs, combined with the obscene sounds of her mouth against my sex, was too much for me to bear. My resolve broke and I came, thighs trembling as I cried out a broken keen of ecstasy. Brianna pushed me through it until the last of the quakes passed and I was left limp and satisfied, spread out across the bed.

Brianna kissed my thigh before crawling back up to lay next to me, and I immediately rolled into her, yearning to be held. She accepted my silent request and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me onto her chest. I sighed, nuzzling against her as a sudden drowsiness rocked my system. I wanted to stay in this moment forever. The facility had never seemed more cold and uninviting than it did in this moment, embraced by warmth and affection. No one at the Union wanted to hurt me. They wouldn’t give me orders or tell me to do things I didn’t want to do. 

I’d never felt like this before, I realised in that moment. In all 16 odd months of my living memory, I’d never felt anything even remotely like this. My entire body buzzed with endorphins and giddiness. I felt totally, completely safe. I felt… cared for. 

Maybe…this was where I should be. Not for any mission or whatever it was that Father wanted of me, but… for myself. Despite the hiccups I’d ran into, and despite how nervous I still was around many of the heroes, I was happier at the Union than I’d ever been in the facility. Yes, I still owed him for saving my life, and I could never, ever repay that debt, but… How much more of myself did I have to give him before he was satisfied?

“So,” Brianna whispered. “Was it everything you’d hoped for?”

I chuckled, smiling against her skin. “I’m not sure I was ‘hoping’ for anything when I came here, but… Yeah. It was great.”

“Well, we’ll have to do it again sometime, then.”

Excitement fluttered in my chest at the thought. “Yeah.”

“Though – and, sorry, I really should’ve mentioned this earlier, but I forgot – you should know that I don’t do romance. So, if that was what you were looking for, sorry.”

“I… don’t really know what that is,” I muttered.

Brianna chuckled. “Makes sense. Well, it’s kinda hard for me to describe, since I don’t experience it, but from what I can gather, you’ve got three types of love: familial, platonic, and romantic. Each of them can be just as strong as each other, but they all feel a bit different. For example, I love my mom, but I also love Vivienne. My mom’s family, and Viv’s my best friend. Obviously I don’t feel the same way about them, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care for either of them any less. With romance, that’s just another type of love you can experience. Generally, people can have a lot of friends or family, but romantic love is a bit more picky. It can feel a bit more possessive, or intense. You can feel it for a few people, or just one person. You want to be with that person all the time. You’re always thinking about them, and when you do you feel all warm and gooey inside or whatever. Granted, everything I’ve just said can also apply to a regular old friend as well, so it’s not really an exact science.”

I frowned. “Then what’s the difference?”

“If you ask me, there is no difference. Us humans like to categorise things, and these separate types of love are just another set of labels we arbitrarily decided to put on things to help ourselves understand it better. Functionally, they’re all mostly the same. We’re friends, and we just fucked. Vivienne and I fuck when we need to blow off steam, too. But, our amatonormative society would tell you that people only fuck when they’re in romantic love with each other. But that’s bullshit. You can do whatever you want whenever, forever. If it’s fun, why the hell wouldn’t you?  Of course, like I said, I don’t experience romantic love, so if there is a difference in how it actually feels, I can’t tell you. I’ve just been going off what other people have told me. Go ask Vivienne or something. That girl’s a hopeless romantic; you’ll be in just the right place.”

I laughed at her attitude, despite not understanding at least half of what she was saying. “Okay.”

“The point is; if you’re looking for a romantic relationship with me, then you’re out of luck.”

If this was what friendship was like, then I was more than satisfied with that. “Nah, this is perfect.”

She hummed, stroking my back and tracing her fingers along my scars. “Good. I think so, too.”

All that sounded pretty interesting, though. Maybe I should go and ask Vivienne. I still needed to touch base with her to make sure we were okay after the incident with Rishta. She and Brianna were the only two people I felt like I could really trust around here. I’d gotten to spend a lot of time with Brianna now; gotten to know her better and get comfortable with her, and I wanted to do the same with Vivienne. I wanted to be able to just exist around her again, without the shadow of her uncle looming over me. Though, maybe that was too much to ask.

“How’d you get these scars on your back?” Brianna asked. 

“Made a mistake. Those were my lesson,” I replied.

“...You say some very worrying things sometimes, you know that?”

“What do you mean?”

Brianna was silent for a minute. “Don’t worry about it,” she muttered.

She sounded tired. It was probably getting late. I needed to get back to the facility soon, as much as the thought pained me with how comfortable I was in that moment. I closed my eyes. Just a few more minutes…

Come here, little shadow. 

My eyes shot open, head suddenly pounding. The voice came from everywhere at once, rocketing through my brain like a jackhammer. Something in my gut tugged, trying to pull me out of the room. I needed to follow it.

“Jordyn? Are you okay? You got tense.”

I sat up, climbing over Brianna to get off the bed and gather my clothes. “S-sorry, I just remembered I need to get home.”

“Oh. Okay, uh… can I… walk you out of the building?”

“No, that’s fine.” I paused my scramble, turning back to look at her, even though she couldn’t see me. “Thanks for tonight. Seriously.”

She smiled. “No problem, Jordyn. Get home safe, okay?”

I nodded. “Okay.”

I quickly pulled my underwear on and donned my armour, leaving Brianna’s room as soon as I was ready. The pull was like a physical thing, squirming around inside me as it led me through corridor after corridor. 

Come, child. Creature of shadow and science and kin. Free It from Its bonds, and It shalt grant your deepest desire.

The pounding in my head became incessant. Something leaked out of my nose, and I tasted iron. The pull got stronger and stronger as I approached the source. The air felt thick, electrified, even as the hallways I travelled through became less and less illuminated; lights flickering and then failing completely. Dust lined the floors and the walls. No one had been this way for a long time.

I came to a door. It was old; older than the rest of the building, at least, and of a completely different design. It was made entirely of metal; rusted, and several inches thick. A valve sat in the centre; no doubt its opening mechanism. Strange symbols lined the doorframe, glinting in the light, despite the lack of a light source.

Close now. Come.

I grabbed the valve.

“Jordyn, was it?”

All of a sudden, everything snapped back into clarity. The pounding was gone, along with the echoing voice. In my hands was a metal valve, attached to a door I'd never seen before. If not for my helmet’s night vision, it would’ve been completely pitch black. How did I get here?

I turned around. There was an elderly woman there, in a wheelchair. Something about her reminded me of Father.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“My name is Siobhan. I’m Ashley’s mother. May I ask what you’re doing down here?”

I looked around. I was in a dusty, dark hallway. “I… I don’t know. I can’t remember.”

Siobhan nodded. “The Godling called you here. It wants you to release It.”

Oh. That tracked with what I remembered of the past few minutes. A raging headache, hallways, and missing memories. “Is… Is it behind that door?”

“Yes. Sealed below centuries ago, the fortifications of Its prison growing along with the advancement of technology. You won’t get through that door by yourself, that’s for sure.”

“How’d you know I was down here? How can you even see me? It’s pitch black.”

Siobhan raised her eyebrows and looked up. “Hm. Ashley needs to get the lights fixed.” She looked back down, in my direction but not quite at me. “To answer your first question, I felt it. Ever since I was born, I’ve been able to sense other peoples’ thoughts and feelings. I believe you young people call it a ‘power.’ When the Godling influences a mind, the mind ceases to act in a normal and recognisable fashion. Like the Godling itself, it becomes a beacon of incomprehensibility. And as such, as long as that mind is within my range, that beacon is unmissable to me. This isn’t the first time this has happened, and it won’t be the last. Such is the way of things, setting up an organisation right over the tomb of an eldritch god.

“To answer your second question, I can’t see you at all. I’m blind. Unlike our dear Brianna, I lost my sight as I aged, along with the rest of my body.” She patted her legs. “Brianna has been a great help in learning how to not die of boredom without my vision.” Siobhan laughed good-naturedly.

That made sense. I sighed. “This isn’t the first time the Godling has targeted me. Is… is that normal, too?”

She took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. “I sense much pain and turmoil within you. The Godling preys on hurt and weakness. It’s much easier to tempt a desperate person to do things than someone who’s well-off. Not to say that doesn’t happen, of course, but those who are struggling are usually an easier target. It offered you a wish, didn’t it? That It would fulfil your deepest desire?”

That did ring a bell. “Y-yeah, I think so.”

She nodded. “That’s what It offers every time It calls someone down here. Pretty tempting, huh? I imagine it must be difficult to turn down, what with the struggle you’re currently going through.”

A wish, fulfilling my deepest desire… What would I even pick? “Is the wish real?”

“Yes. Legend states that Divine beings are unable to lie. If that is what It offers, that’s what you’ll get for freeing It. But no wish could ever be worth the devastation and destruction that would follow should the Godling ever be released from Its prison. The world as we know it would end, and humanity would be subjugated under Its will, if not wiped out completely for what we did to It. I’d advise against listening to the voice in your head next time.”

“Wow. That’s, uh… pretty intense.”

She chuckled. “Yes, that’s one word for it. Now, let’s not hang around this dusty old crypt any longer. Would you be a dear and wheel me back to my room?”

“Of course,” I replied, grabbing her wheelchair and starting back down the corridor. “You may have to give me directions, though.”

“Pfft, yes, just ask the blind woman for directions. That’ll go well.” I clamped my mouth shut. This old woman was snappy.

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If I had a penny for every time I had a smut chapter that concluded with some eldritch nonsense, I'd have two pennies, which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it's happened twice.

SUMMARY FOR THOSE WHO SKIPPED: (also, fyi in case it wasn't clear, the scene is over with the paragraph that starts: 'Brianna kissed my thigh.' Just in case you skipped more than you meant to.) Brianna makes her move on Jordyn, Jordyn reciprocates. They then simultaneously realise Jordyn has no clue what sex is. Brianna takes some time to inform her about sex and consent, and Jordyn almost makes some connections about consent and how Andreas treats her, but not quite, though she resolves to follow up on it with Viv. upon being prompted to continue, Jordyn realises that this is some of the only gentle, positive touch she's ever received in her life, and she enthusiastically starts the deed again, desperate for more. From then on it is mostly gay gay gay until the aforementioned paragraph, where things get introspective again.

This chapter was certainly an experience to write lol. Next time, we're back to our regularly scheduled whump, I prommy ;)

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you thought in a comment or reblog! It's super appreciated :)

[rosekasa]

who is getting married at 21 lol

i literally went to my 21 yo friend's wedding last year... my family has been vetting rishta proposals for me since my 20th birthday... LMFAO

[phati-sari]

Hi Phati sari.

I don't know if you have answered about this before or not. But I wanted to know about Arnav's relationships.I am unable to understand why Arnav was dating. I mean he doesn't see himself as husband material, afraid to trust someone, have his way in relationships. Then why was he getting into relationships ? What did he want from them ?

In canon, they didn't show how Arnav-lavanya's relationship started. He yelled at Lavanya infront of her assistant & Lavanya was also afraid of Arnav's reactions. So I was wondering how it started ? And how come Arnav agreed to have a relationship with an employee ?

In rishta Anjali said "but you've never spoken about commitment. Not like this. It's always just been you, the apartment you keep, and the overnight business meetings in Agra". What did she mean by "not like this" ?

"You're a grown man," she paused, "I didn't understand at first, but I think I understand now. If you thought you weren't getting married, why would you". What did she mean here ?

Lastly, why & how his relationship with Khushi is different from his relationship with lavanya or his other ex-girlfriends( Both physically & emotionally) ? And did he ever love lavanya or sheetal or his other ex-girlfriends ?

Thank you so so so much in advance.❤️

Hello!

Arnav and relationships is covered here and here.

What did she mean by "not like this" ?

In Rishtaa, that he'd never talked about being with someone for a long time before.

Thanks for asking!

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Abhira wants to get Armaan back, Abhir-Charu's love story begins

Samridhii Shukla and Rohit Purohit starrer Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai has been getting an amazing response from the audience. We have all seen how the Abhira and Armaan’s lives changed after the truth about Daksh being Ruhi’s son came out. Abhira broke all ties with Armaan and we saw the arguments between Manish and Dadisa turned ugly. Manish brought divorce papers for them and things became bad.…

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Guide to 90's-2000's desi aesthetic

If you want to be more like Aishwarya Rai from Dil ka Rishta or Amrita Rao from Vivah, this guide is for you.

Clothes

1. Go for fitted traditional dresses be it kurta, suit or even long dresses. They should be tailored to your sizes. Choose fabrics like chiffon and georgette.

2. Choose pastel colors or bright colors. Never dull colors.

3. Make it as simple as possible. If you are opting for a kurta set, your duppata should be plain, the kurti can be plain or some simple embroidery or chikankari or some other work can also go. The bottom again should be plain devoid of any work. Make sure you are wearing the same color top to bottom.

Makeup

Simplicity is the key for this aesthetic. Don't overdo anything. Keep your makeup as natural as possible.

Apply foundation and concealer to hide any acne or pigmentation. Nothing else.

Wear nude lipstick and add lipgloss to it.

Same with eyes. Nude eyeshadow or avoid it if you want to. Finish with eyeliner.

Hair

If you have straight hair, this aesthetic works for you. I, personally think, straight hair gives very polished, neat look and this is why the aesthetic works.

Don't worry if you have wavy or curly hair. To achieve that put together look, you can tie up your hair in braids or in a bun or ponytail. If you want to leave it open, what I do is, I frame my hair to my face and then tuck the rest of the hair behind. it works for me cause I have bangs so they stay on the front, rest of the hair behind. Otherwise you could always straighten your hair.

Jwellery

Again, simplicity is the key. Wear a small bindi matching your clothes or you can even wear that shiny one.

Either wear earrings or a necklace set. I mostly prefer earrings but if you want to wear both, make sure they are the small dainty ones.

You can also wear simple set of chudis in both hands matching the color of your clothes.

Mannerism

This is the most important in my eyes. You can look like Aishwarya Rai from Dil ka Rishta but the way you handle the look is the most important.

Ever wondered why Laxman was suddenly interested in Sanju in Mai Hoon Na? It wasn't just her wearing indian that did it neither it was the straightened hair.

She looked put together, more feminine after her makeover. She leaned into her feminine energy.

Be elegant, graceful, expressive. Smile more. Talk softly. Walk properly. Own your outfit with confidence.

Imagine you are Shantipriya yourself from Om Shanti Om, I don't care. Even the lookalike of Shanti had to learn her mannerism. You can do it do.

At the end I would say experiment. I would suggest at first, get your clothes tailored. Make your outfit. See what works and what doesn't. If you are shy about your arms get sleeves. If you are slender and have hourglass figure, go for long bodycon dresses and pair it with duppatta. Research and see what type of necklines, back, straps, etc works for you.

(pictures from pinterest)