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Wedding Bells 

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[thef1diary]

Carlos buying payals for you and kneeling down, raising your foot up to his thigh as he puts it on for you 🧎🏻‍♀️

Won’t be the first time he’s down on his knees for you 🤭

For my non-desis: payals = anklets

He would walk in the room as you’re finishing up with your skincare routine, just winding down for the night when you spot him through the mirror, a sheepish grin on his face, holding a hand behind his back. He turns you around to face him and before you can speak, he presses a soft kiss to your lips. It’s over too quickly for your liking, chasing his lips for one more as you rest your arms around his neck. He mumbles against your lips, telling you that he has a gift for you since you didn’t look like you were going to let him go anytime soon. He eases himself out of your grasp and brings his hand out that was hidden away from your view. He’s holding a set of payals, crafted from gold and adorned with intricate gems and little bells, creating a soft, melodious sound with each movement. You gasp softly, your gaze meeting his briefly before falling to the payals in his palm. Carlos lowers himself to one knee, tapping his thigh as a silent instruction to rest your foot on it so he can hook his gift around your ankle. You watch with love, how he delicately secures the jewelry before his thumb grazes your ankle and trails upwards, teasing.

[featheredclover]

Baisemain

Oneshot inspired by this prompt (courtesy @arshifiesta )

He pulls his bow tie into place, glancing over at Aman who was setting his hair.

“I didn’t know you were into such formal events”

“Come on Arnav, it’s our college’s tradition “ he said, his eyes still on the mirror.

“Bullshit” he shook his head, “Women?”

“Free alcohol” Aman winked.

“Okay gentlemen “ Akash walked in “We need to leave in 5”

Arnav looked bored at Akash’s antics.

“Why are you dragging us to this place?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of the legend! This is the night you meet your soulmate, if they are here. That’s why the masquerade!” Akash said, looking mildly offended.

“Really?” Aman laughed.

“Yes, I have already found Payal, but what kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t help you two out?”

Arnav narrowed his eyes.

“So this is Payal’s doing. You have started talking like her. Soulmate is a crap idea, sold by miserable optimists.”

“Arn-“

“And I don’t need your help with women, thanks” he shrugged.

Aman chuckled, “Why would you when there are Lavanya and Sheetal  worshipping the ground you walk on!”

Arnav shook his head, grabbed his simple black mask and donned it.

“Okay guys, now we are actually late”, Akash said as he half pushed them out of the dorm.

——————

The scent of a hundred perfumes danced in the air, as the dark hall, brightened only by candles and chandeliers, shimmered.

Arnav looked around bored.

Feathers and masks fluttered around like confetti, and he cursed Akash again.

“You guys came! “ Payal shouted.

“Well, well Payal. That’s a stunning mask” Aman smiled.

“Thanks” Payal smiled as the feathery mask on her face ruffled.

“You look like a very beautiful duster, Payal,“ Arnav smirked.

She punched his arm playfully, “At least I am creative, Raizada “ 

Her eyes caught someone behind him, and she looked back at him with an unholy grin.

“Looks like your soulmate is here”

Before he could turn around, his arm was grasped in a vice grip.

“Hello Arnav “ Lavanya smiled, “Hello everyone “

Payal smiled at Arnav’s discomfort. 

“Well Akash and I are hitting the dance floor! Come on Aman , my friend has been pestering me to get you to meet her”

“My pleasure “ Aman winked at Arnav, and walked into the sea of dancing couples.

With a sigh, he shrugged his arm out of Lavanya’s grip.

“You have been ignoring my calls Arnav “

“No, I haven't, “ he spoke grimly.

“Really? I can show you my call log”

“I am not ignoring you Lavanya. I am just standing by my words. This relationship isn’t working out for me, and I want you to move on as well”

Her cat like eyes pinned him with a deadly gaze, “Any man would die to be in your place. To be wanted by Lavanya Kashyap is a dream for some”

“Then go find them” he dismissed her coldly, walking off towards the bar.

——————

“A martini” he called out to the bartender.

He tapped the marble counter impatiently, as the earlier irritation bubbled inside him.

He had no patience for people who didn’t respect his words or themselves.

He was suddenly harshly pushed against the counter as a body crashed into him.

He turned around, set to kill whichever unfortunate soul it was that bumped into him.

“Sorry! I am so sorry Mr black mask! These heels are the culprit” the girl continued her diatribe, dressed in a beautiful gold dress, her mask the same shade of glitter.

She then looked up at him, and Arnav took a sharp breath in.

Almond eyes, in the most stunning shade of brown.

“It’s fine” he found himself answering, hoarsely.

She smiled.

“Thank you for forgiving me!”

“Did you need a drink?”

“Yes! ‘Sex on the beach’ would be nice”

His lips twitched.

“Don’t laugh, okay! Cocktails are the best!”

“Of course “ Arnav coughed, hiding a laugh.

He placed the order and turned back to her.

“Who are you?” he peered intently at her face, hidden from him by the mask.

She giggled, “We can’t reveal ourselves before the clock strikes twelve! Didn’t you know that?” 

He shook his head, mesmerised.

“Very Cinderella-ish I feel” She whispered, almost conspiratorially.

“Well, then I have to keep you occupied with me till twelve “

She laughed. And somehow, the feathers and glitters didn’t seem so grating to him anymore.

——————

Arnav couldn’t for the life of him recall what his drink tasted like. He felt an unbearable craving for the pink cocktail, the golden girl was sipping so enchantingly. He was sorely tempted to taste it from her lips.

“So Mr black mask, aren’t you going to dance with me?” , she tilted her head adorably.

“As soon as you are done with that drink, golden girl” he breathed out.

“Golden girl? I like that name” she smiled.

 She slipped her cold fingers into his warm ones, making his head swoon with desire.

She led him to the floor, the disco ball reflecting along the length of her dress, clinging beautifully to her.

Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars.

Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.

Frank Sinatra sang in their ears, as he spun her around. Her surprised smile filled him with enough elation to let go of his inhibitions.

“Where did you learn to dance like that Mr Black?” She asked as a slow tune pulled them closer.

“When I was eight my mother felt she should raise an old school gentleman in the 21st century “

She laughed, “Well, she did you a big favour “

“She will be pleased to hear that”

He twirled her around, and pulled her back into his arms. He heard her breath hitch.

He lifted her hand, placing a tender kiss on it.

She whispered , “Why not just kiss me?”

“Baisemain my golden girl, is far more intimate in this day and age”

“I see” she conceded with a smile”

“So, how’s the campus treating you so far?”

“Well, the classes are good. And I have joined the theatre club”

“One for the dramatics?”

“You would be surprised, “ she grinned.

And just like that, he felt the need to know her more. 

“So do I get a date after twelve?”

She leaned forward, whispering into his ears,

“ Golden girl accepts Mr Black’s invitation “

He stared at her in daze, blushing a faint red.

—————

“Ladies and gentlemen! The 86th annual masquerade ball is coming to its conclusion. You might have made friends, foes or lovers by now. So I hope you reveal yourselves, and meet each other’s expectations!”

 The voice boomed from the speakers as Arnav’s heart quickened. He was intoxicated and he was damn sure the martini had nothing to do with it.

He looked down at her, to see her staring up at him. A mischievous glint stole up her eyes.

A blast of trumpet distracted him, as the crowd hooted and cheered. 

The clock had struck twelve.

He turned back , just to find himself alone.

In a frenzy, he looked around. For a glimpse of gold, for a glimpse of an alluring smile.

He caught a flash of gold at the entrance and made a mad dash towards her.

He reached the empty hallway leading to a staircase.

Arnav Singh Raizada. Chasing someone. Oh, how the mighty have fallen!

He walked briskly towards the staircase, stumbling upon a black heel.

Bending down he picked it up, amusement stealing up his eyes.

He ran towards the steps, and looked up.

There she was, in all her golden glory.

Her lips were pursed, and he knew she was a moment away from bursting out into laughter.

“Oh fair maiden, I have searched the lands of my kingdom for a lady who left me just this shoe. Will you please do me the honour of trying it on?” He inflicted as much passion into his voice as possible.

She cleared her throat, breaking into a smile.

“Why not, my dear prince?”

She lifted her dress up a few inches, and he swallowed, exerting an iron grasp on his desire.

He climbed up, bent down and took her foot in his hand. She couldn’t hide her tremble, as she placed a dainty hand on his shoulder.

He placed the heel perfectly, caressing her skin as he did so.

“How did I do?” He stood up.

“Brilliant!” She giggled.

“ You have earned a spot in our club, Mr. Black.”

He pulled her close with an arm around her waist. 

“I can’t wait anymore “

With trembling hands he removes the golden mask framing her face.

He gasps in awe, as he sees her. Her cheeks lifted up with her smile, her nose was slightly tinged pink and her eyes even more beautiful unadorned.

He felt her hands cup his face, before loosening the ribbon tying up his mask together. He felt as if he was just learning to breathe.

“Arnav Singh Raizada “ she muttered, her eyes widened in shock.

He didn’t know what he expected. But being the prime trustee’s grandson had always brought him unwanted fame. 

Inexplicably, he found himself uncaring about that now, all he knew was that he wanted her.

“And you are?” He asked, clouding her space, not letting an inch rest between them.

“Khushi Gupta”

He laughed, “You are Payal’s cousin?”

She nodded, seemingly still shy from the revelation.

“Small world”

He lifted her chin, making her eyes meet his.

“This Cinderella is not going home tonight “

She smiled. Her lips twisted in a teasing pout.

“Isn’t she?”

He lifts her hand. Bending down, he kisses it.

Her eyes darken, her lips part.

He never breaks away the stare, as he moves down. Kissing every inch of her arm.

And just when she gasps out breathlessly,he whispers “Never”.

——————

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[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hi S!

Eager to know Jalebi's honest opinion. Is Arnav a classist? His actions and accusations of "gold digging" against Khushi seems to say so. Later on during the 'dadi track' he seems to oppose her evident classism. But is that because now Khushi is his wife?

Hey!

This is an interesting question because there is a yes and a no.

A yes because had Khushi belonged from a higher class, Arnav's treatment of her would have been different. So if a person is treated better because of their class, that's classism.

However, Arnav has absolutely no qualms with people from lower class. When he learns that Akash loves Payal, Arnav's main concern isn't that Payal comes from no money and lower social status, his concern is whether or not Akash is ready for a lifelong commitment and isn't being childish just because he's infatuated. That is Arnav being a really sensible brother.

Arnav actually has no difficulty gelling with Khushi's family. Any problem Arnav faces in Lakshminagar is a direct result of Khushi annoying him. He's, in fact, quite sensitive to Gupta's monetary stretch. He doesn't order Italian food for himself simply because the Guptas don't know fine dining. He actually orders it for everyone - even though he's annoyed the hell out of Khushi because ordering food for just himself at a guest's house is rude.

And let's not forget, Arnav gets annoyed every time Manorama makes a comment on class on either Payal or Khushi.

Dadi track had a lot of missed potential in my opinion. It would have been great for Khushi to point out that Dadi mirrors a lot of Arnav's earlier opinions of her.

To be honest, more than Khushi being his wife it's about the time when Arnav's misgivings about Khushi started fading (around post Janmashtami). I think that's when he figured out Khush is a bit stupid and absurd, but not the gold digger he assumed her to be.

Hence, he's a bit disturbed when he learns that Manorama accused Khushi of robbery (because Anjali is right about Khushi being unjustly treated at Shantivan).

[I've always interpreted Arnav asking Khushi tum theek ho that day for more than just the getting her earring stuck on his jacket - which is also a weird thing to ask if someone is ok after an accessory got stuck, lol]

And then during Dadi era he loves Khushi, so of course he's taking a stand for the woman he loves.

He loves Khushi. He loves her family.

But there is a slight, inherent, classism in Arnav because reality IS that Khushi would have had a lot of things easier for her if she just belonged from a better class (not even his equivalent but just if she spoke English, or came across as upper middle class).

And it is classism that it takes SO much for him to start viewing her nicely. To throw away his prejudice. Her class plays a key role here.

Anjali has to keep justifying Khushi's intentions. Khushi has to prove her kindness and selflessness MULTIPLE times to his family. Arnav has no hesitation to shove money in Khushi's face.

It is classism that he resorts to insulting her class when he wants a shield for his growing attraction.

And Arnav would have thought twice before hurting her because she holds some power. Now power dynamics is a whole different monster in this conversation because not just class but even gender, their careers, Khushi's family and patriarchy play a key role behind the grossly imbalanced power dynamic between Arnav and Khushi.

In short, there is classism because Arnav feels entitled to do his way when he's being ruthless. But also Arnav is completely accepting of people from different classes and he does not think he's amazing because of it.

So a yes, and a no.

Love,

S

P.S: Anjali exhibits privilege in and a very very slight classist nature as well. A person of lower class cannot tell Anjali no. She keeps compelling Khushi multiple times because of this class difference (not just because Khushi is kind).

Anjali is kind and cultured enough to say the right thing but she is not beyond manipulating situations to her benefit. Anjali cares far more for her brother, so she's completely fine subjecting Khushi to continuous interactions with her acrimonious brother, misusing her financial strength against Khushi, having Khushi constantly come over to her home even after her job is over so Khushi has to juggle looking after her parents and tuitions and being Anjali & La's buddy time while her transportation costs are totally not being covered.

Anjali is blind as hell to the fact that Khushi's time is of value as well.

[mad-who-ra]

I might look fine but deep down, I am dancing in a candle lit palace wearing an anarkali as the jewels in my gold jewellery catch the light of the flames and my payal echo in the silence of the night

[chutkiandchotte]

On: The Guptas' Role as Shyam's Accomplices

Or: Why is Khushi appointed, by the Guptas as well as by the show's narrative, as the whole and soul responsible party for the action and decision to hide Shyam's truth?

Khushi, of course, is emotionally closest to the Raizada family and she is Shyam's victim and apparently, that's why the Guptas somehow left it ALL up to her to decide what to do. Well, it's so stupid to say the least. She is so young and traumatized and probably feeling all this misplaced shame in the aftermath of Shyam's disgusting harassment and its implications in Anjali's heartbreak and a public scandal - is it the right state of mind for her to do the objectively right but very difficult thing that is going to make her feel even more responsible for Anjali's pain (even if she's absolutely not)?

Remember that they made Khushi do this all alone as well - which means she now has to go, all by herself, and openly discuss her harassment to the other victim of it, who is most likely to be disbelieving and unsympathetic, not to mention completely traumatized herself - which Buaji might have fucking guessed btw even if Khushi was naive enough to think Anjali would simply believe her and not have a volatile reaction (Anjali would be right in her place to be disbelieving and angry especially since Khushi didn't really have any proof on her).

And the fact that she is emotionally close to the Raizadas actually makes it MORE difficult for Khushi (being who she is) to do the morally right thing - she is swayed by the temptation to keep silence for short-term relief of NOT hurting several people she deeply cares for, and her naviety does the rest by convincing her the long-term will work out too - maybe Shyam will mend his ways after all! It was a bad and morally wrong decision to keep the secret, and the Guptas should have fucking known that and been unequivocally dead set against it.

This is what makes me really uncomfortable as well as angry about this moment - why was this enormous action and decision about their collective future left to Khushi, the youngest member of the family, the most traumatized by all of this? How is being the sole and only one going to reveal to Raizadas, an appropriate responsibility for a freshly traumatized 18-22 year old? Why not go and tell it as a whole family, at last give Khushi some fucking moral support in all this??? Knowing she's going to be inundated with suspicious questions and maybe even anger & insults?

This decision massively affects ALL of their futures. They are all implicated in various ways. Khushi has to constantly be around her harasser, pretending to be nice to him, and lying to all her good friends, betraying their trust. Payal has to keep up this terrible secret for the rest of her life spent with her husband, her love - its an even bigger betrayal of trust!

And then there's Buaji and Garima - the elders - they do not have the excuse of youth and inexperience! Since they consider it their RIGHT to bully the youngsters, especially Khushi, into doing what they want when it suits them, they also carry the responsibility to correctly guide them when they are faced with difficult and challenging decisions that could have consequences the youngsters cannot even comprehend. They felt free to exercise that right when it came to forcing Khushi to marry Shyam, but when it came to the responsibility of PROTECTING Khushi from Shyam, guiding Khushi in a morally complex situation, they utterly failed.

They behaved exactly like Arnav's worst idea of a gold-digging middle class family: posturing about values and morals when it suits them, but when it comes to a real test of principles, they chose to do the easier, morally wrong thing to avoid risk of personal losses.

Shyam is an excellent manipulator and the fandom often terms him a snake, but despite that, he doesn't actually possess magical hypnotizing powers - he is simply very good at honing on people's weaknesses and bringing them out front. All he had to do was lay down the framework of this being a question of Payal's Happiness vs Doing the Right Thing/Protecting Khushi - and it took over their minds. As soon as Shyam spewed his spiel about Payal's possible future of yet another broken marriage and left, Buaji, Garima and Payal too basically knew they did NOT want to tell the truth, they wanted this secret kept. Not even being brave enough to just say it, its like they simply wash their hands off the moral responsibility of this situation, leaving it all up to Khushi to decide.

And with this, they also cemented in Khushi's mind that she truly is alone in all this. After all, if its HER choice to keep Shyam's secret, then she has no right to complain if she faces unpleasant consequences of this decision right? Like, if he continually harasses her afterwards, or if, say, Arnav misunderstands the whole thing and forcefully marries Khushi for 6 months. After all, whatever Khushi may say to herself or others, she knows the truth - she and her family kept that secret primarily because they didn't have the courage to face the unpleasant consequences of speaking up. The shame is Khushi, at least, faces the consequences and feels the guilt about this - but she ends up taking on her family's share of the consequences and guilt too, to tragic results.

[plantainblood]

Ancestral Dance

ancestral dance

neon green and black, shadows of slim and unslim

stars jumping out of the fire pit

shes spinning so fast, braids snaking around her body

soft honey glow, her face is touched by a million hands

eyes so black, easy to believe its kajal (its not)

kuthufiy this grave, silver payals ringing around the beating drums

round and round they go, faster and faster

sand kicked from the ground flying into orbit

several gold teeth shine when they smile

இந்த பொண்ணுங்களே இப்படிதான்

warm skin like keresone

what a vulgar display of power

[queer-red-panda]

The Talking Walls

PROLOGUE

Throughout her days of blissful ignorance, of childlike innocence, Anushka was happy. She didn't know that her father was killing his subjects off for his own pleasures, she remained oblivious to his 'human hunting', where slave children were imprisoned for weeks, then left out into the forest like animals to be hunted and killed.

During this period of ignorance, the pampered princess made a friend. And this friend was unlike the ones her mother asked for from the locals. This friend wasn't the gardener's daughter, or one of the courtesan's sons.

This friend was Amrita Joshi. A friend for her eyes alone.

It had started with disembodied giggles here and there, with a curtain fluttering on a windless night.

Anushka was, as usual walking through the corridors of the mahal, looking for her oldest sister, Jamini, when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. A white ghagra just slipping out of view down the corridor towards the Chandni Ghar, otherwise known as the house of pinwheel jasmines. A gift from her father to his wife, her mother.

Intrigued, she followed the sounds of a pair of payals or belled anklets through the corridors till she saw her.

A girl with a netted veil over her face which obscured her features, a white ghagra choli embroidered with intricate designs in gold thread.

"Who are you?" Anushka asked. There is no way this girl was one of the servants' children, because they always donned the simple white dhoti kurtas or sarees of the peasantry. No embroidery, no design.

But this looked like the expensive works of a weaver from the east...

The girl looked no older than Anushka herself, 11 years old, and her voice was no different. "My name's Amrita Joshi," said the girl. "You can...see me?"

"Of course," scoffed Anushka. "Have you been the one giggling around the palace at odd hours?"

Amrita nodded, shifting the veil from her face. Her face was strikingly beautiful, with big eyes as brown as freshly turned earth, and hair as black as the obsidian which donned her father's crown and throne.

"I'm bored," admitted Anushka. "I could use some company."

"But I am...a ghost," said Amrita, confused.

"And? You're in my mother's rooms, you're in my father's palace, and you are in my presence. You are 11 years of age, aren't you?" the princess asked, scoffing a little.

"I think I am," replied the ghost, leaning against a beautifully carved pillar, her veil fluttering in the slight breeze which danced through the corridors.

"Then play with me," said Anushka. "Don't act like you don't need a friend, too."

Amrita nodded. This mortal girl did have a fair point, indeed.

"Let's go."

and so there it begins...

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tags: @justsomesapphicbimbo, @desi-girll, @bidisha2812

[tired-smartass]

YALL

I'm going on a dandia(a traditional dance) night!!!

I'm wearing one of my mom's suits (the traditional type not like a pant suit)

My dupatta is GIVING

And like long ass earrings (they have peacocks on them!!!!)

And my mom's gold pendant (it's a shell I love it)

And a bangle set (also my mom's)

And a few of my rings (my mom won't let me wear all of them)

And a pair of payal (traditional anklets but like with jingles)

[sassylassy123]

The Sun And The Moon

Chapter 3 - The Sun

Talking to people was already hard for Divyanshi, and now that she was in modern clothes, it was absolutely difficult to talk to anyone in the palace.

"Hi-I mean Pranipaat! I guess, that's how you say it." She said to a helper.

"Who might you be? I have never seen you here." She inquired.

"Of course, you haven't. I have come from-well, far somewhere-near- nevermind." Divyanshi struggled to make the girl understand, "Could you just help me with the clothes? I want to look like you guys."

"Sorry, but I don't know you." The girl said.

"I came here with Krishnn." Divyanshi explained.

"You came here with Govind?" She heardby another voice, she looked in the direction of the voice and her eyes went wide. Her mouth was open and she saw a gorgeous lady in awe. The lotus eyes were worth getting lost in and her skin as dark as the midnight. Divyanshi knew whom the Devi was.

"Panchali!" She looked at her with so much respect that it was visible.

"You don't have be so formal." Draupadi smiled, "You said you came her with Govind?"

"Yes, yes, I did." Divyanshi said.

Draupadi turned to the helper, "Make her feel at home." She turned to face Divyanshi again, "I just made a new friend. I would love to talk to you." She left with a smile.

She was surrounded the helpers who were helping her dress. It was somewhat overwhelming for her to be treated like an important person, it almost surprised her when she was addressed respectfully.

"Oh, not that heavy earring! I would prefer a lighter one." Divyanshi said.

"The heavy earrings look better." The helper said.

"But I don't want it." Divyanshi whined, "Can I not wear those payals? Those look expensive."

"It's expensive that's why you have to wear them." The helper picked up the anklet, "You can't just say no to every jewellery we present, Devi. We must do our duty."

"Ok, but not those. I want a pair of lighter anklets." Divyanshi pouted.

The helped sighed, "Let's not argue over the anklets." She showed her two necklaces, a gold necklace studded with rubies and a gold necklace with sapphire stones. "Which one?"

"Oh no! It's tough to choose." Divyanshi wondered which would suit her, "You tell me."

"The rubies would look good with the red saree." The helper suggested.

"Yes, you are right. It won't suffocate me. Divyanshi agreed.

Drishtadyumn entered the room, "Draupadi, the prince of Hastinapur has arrived with his friends. Will you come greet him with me?" He looked at Divyanshi, "Who might you be?"

"I came here with Govind." She answered.

The man hummed, "Where is my sister?" he asked.

"Right there." she pointed to the balcony.

"Thank you-um- your name?" He asked.

"Divyanshi." She replied. He nodded and went to Draupadi.

Her hair was done. She stood up, "Thank you, 'girlie'. You rock!"

"I don't get you." The helper said.

"What is your name?" Divyanshi asked.

"Amruta." She replied.

"Beautiful name. Well, I just made a new friend."

"Friend?"

"Yes, you are my friend." Divyanshi said, "Now, help me alter the history."

"What?" Amruta questioned.

"You won't get it. Just help me out." Divyanshi wanted to see the Kuru princes and Angraj. "Do you have a cloak? Well, we'll need two in this case."

"Yes but why?" Amruta had no idea about her plans.

"Great! Bring them to me. We need to save a man's honour."

~~~~~~~~~~

"I don't understand. What are we doing here?" Amruta asked for the thirteenth time.

"Arrey, you'll know." Divyanshi insisted and dragged her to the tent for the Kurus.

"Look someone is coming. I will lose my job if I do this." Amruta was scared to do anything with Divyanshi, that girl already had scared her.

"Look I lost my life, I am not scared." Divyanshi walked forward pulling Amrita's hand with her.

"Your life? You had a husband?" Amruta gained interest.

"Ew! No! I literally lost my life but that's not important. Everyone's a little dead inside, aren't they?" Divyanshi shrugged.

"No, they usually aren't." Amruta said.

"Guess, it's just me." Divyanshi clenched her jaw. She saw a man coming out of the tent. He was muscular and covered in a golden armour, he had gold earrings too. She immediately knew who the handsome man was. "That's Karn, right?"

"Yes, that's Angraj Karn. I have heard he is a sutpu-"

"Don't get me started, 'babe'." Divyanshi interrupted.

"What are these words that you use?" Amruta asked.

"Just some English words. 'Babe' is basically romantic but I use it for friends. There are some other words that I use when I get angry but don't repeat if you feel curious." Divyanshi explained.

"Why?" Amruta asked again.

"Those are horrible swear words." Divyanshi shrugged.

"You are weird." Amruta commented.

"He is handsome, isn't he? And 'hot' too." Divyanshi said, "What you say?" She turned to Amruta who was gone, she looked around and saw her running back to the palace. "First day, first betrayal."

"Don't look at me like that." She heard Angraj say, she wondered if he noticed her stalking him. "You are looking at me like I don't feed you." She sighed when she noticed him talking to his horse. "And yes, I noticed you too, lady."

"'Shit!' I am in trouble." Divyanshi sighed, "I wasn't stalking you, Angraj. I was just passing by."

"You are standing there since five minutes looking straight at me. Clearly, not stalking." He said.

She was speechless. What more could she do? She remembered why she was there. "Actually, I came here for a reason."

"What would that be?" He asked.

"I might sound rude but this is extremely important for you and for-many people." She started, he furrowed his eyebrows wondering what she meant, "Don't participate on behalf of your friend."

He didn't react, he looked at her not understanding why she said that, "That is not what I am going do. He is my friend. I will do anything he say."

'This man!' she screamed in her mind. "I was just here to give you a suggestion. It's upto you what to do after it." She began to leave.

"Wait! Who are you?" He asked and sprinted behind her.

"You'll know in a few hours." She said and left.

He stood there amazed. He completely ignored her words about the swayamvar. His eyes were only fixed on her as she left.

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[payalandrene]

Comrades are gold 🪙

Three days back we arrived in Munich and stayed with Payal’s comrades, whom she met in 2015 at the first Ende Gelände action to occupy a coal mine. As we're all older now we talked a bit about how we can best make change in the world and our frustration at the lack of progress on solving climate change.

We also talked about our parents needing us as they age, what makes for ideal holidays, designer furniture (René was impressed that Laura & Philip had a Max Bill Ulman stool!) and good German cinema (The 2 P's vouch for the actor Tom Schilling).

All this talk happened while Philip was creating & serving up tasty food. They were the supreme hosts. During such moments one realises how lucky one is - being invited in and treated like royalty, although we've only met a few times; bonds are based on quality, not quantity.

Getting out of Munich took some time and Madame Google drove us 🦇🦇 at times, but then we discovered the cycle path along the Isar river - it was bliss to cycle there, hearing the birds and the water! And we had a tasty lunch prepared by Philip on the banks of the Isar.

We cycled through Landshut, which has become Payal’s new favourite small city, trumping Passau, where we are headed to tomorrow to celebrate Payal’s exchange mother's birthday.

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A burst of champagne bubbled out, glinting against the shine of the beautiful chandelier. That shine still dimmed against the glow Khushi was brimming with.

Her hand firmly ensconced in his, she looked at the happy faces across the hall and let out a sigh of relief.

“Penny for your thoughts?” 

“I am glad we had a small engagement party “

He smiled.

“Yes well, Garima aunty agreed to let go for now. But the wedding is going to have all of Lucknow and Delhi and some more.”

She groaned, “Just when I thought I had to deal with less people! “

“Less people?”

Khushi jumped as her mother joined them.

“My only daughter is getting married. It will be a wedding Lucknow couldn’t have dreamt of witnessing!”

“Of course aunty. Anything you wish”, Arnav said with an endearing wink.

“Traitor”, she muttered under her breath.

And one look at his smug face, she knew he had heard her.

“Come Khushi, you have to greet some of our friends” 

And with that she was stirred across the hall.

—————

“K! This house is massive!”

She smiled at Preetika.

“I don’t even know when Arnav bought it!”

Payal laughed, “Engagement present from Junior Raizada hah?”

“I guess”

“Ladies” Noah greeted them, placing a kiss on Preetika’s blushing cheeks.

With raised eyebrows, the girls coughed away, sharing a meaningful look.

Khushi saw Akash saunter up to them with flutes of champagne held precariously in his hands.

Preeto, not letting the spotlight rest on her, said “So, Akash you have been dating Payal for three years and here Arnav is on the way to be hitched after just a few days! Where is the ring, man?”

“Preeto” Payal warned her with a sharp glance.

To their surprise, Akash instead of his ever ready practical response flushed and took a clumsy sip from his glass.

“Here comes the man of the hour” Noah announced.

“Hello” Arnav slipped an arm around her waist, his eyes flitting over others.

“Nice house Raizada “ Preeto whistled.

“Yes Arnav, it's really beautiful. When are you giving us a tour?” 

“Thank you. Um…the house is not finished yet. Even this drawing room was done up just in time for today”

Khushi glanced up at him curiously. She also hadn't seen the rest of the house. It felt strange. To know that by the end of the year, they’ll live here as man and wife. He will belong to her.

Whirlwind romance was too tame a term to describe their tale, she thought with a secret smile.

“Come with me” his whisper flooded her senses.

“Where?” she whispered back.

He said nothing. His eyes seducing her against her sense of common propriety.

Escaping? From their own engagement party?

——————

They stood in front of a beautifully embossed door. 

“Are we going to go in or….”

“Shush” he took out a set of keys.

He picked one and opened the door, motioning for her to go in first.

She stepped in. Her gasp echoed across the room.

A beautiful oak wood table dominated the room. Shelves and shelves lined with books. The curtains in her favourite shade of green. 

And the best of all, a magnificent velvet red chair.

“You didn’t!”

“Do you like it?”

She turned around to see Arnav look around, his hands in his pocket, the firm set of his lips giving his nerves away.

She smiled and turned towards the shelves.

“You bought these?” she asked as she ran a hand along the binding of ‘ Interior designing: The Bible’.

“I had a little help from your aunt”, his eyes wide, seemingly still searching for her approval.

She walked towards the chair. She settled herself, crossed her legs and flashed him a smile.

“Khushi,” he warned.

“What? No whiskey tonight?” She giggled.

Her smile dipped for a moment, as Arnav reached for a desk behind him.

Flashing a beautiful gold whisky flask at her, he poured down a glass.

“You are indeed a devil!” 

He raised a perfect eyebrow.

“A devil?”

“Yup” she said with much glee.

“So that makes you an angel, hah?” He handed her the glass, “An angel who trapped the devil”

She took a sip, feeling the burn down her throat, warming her chest.

“It’s the other way around Arnav”

“Really?” He bent his head down to take a sip from the glass, locking his eyes with hers.

Khushi swallowed. 

Damn him

He rested his arms on the chair’s edge and took her lips in a rough kiss. He tasted of their shared whiskey and something more. Something inherently Arnav.

She melted against him, her lips moving softly against his pressure. He slowed the kiss down, taking her breath away.

Blinking, as he kissed her forehead.

“This is your new office “

“New office?”

“Yes, my gift to you. And well with your aunt's blessings.”

“You are giving me an office” she cupped his face as the implications of the gesture sank in.

Her own office 

She gasped as she was lifted off the chair into his arms.

“Arnav” she admonished as her arms winded around his neck.

“I am going to be your husband Khushi, and it’s my duty to know every little dream. Every little wish of yours”

She gave him a watery smile, her heart marvelling at the man she had fallen in love with.

Planting a soft kiss on her cheek, he mumbled into her ear, “Let’s head back before they send the CBI behind us, shall we?”

She laughed, her eyes filled with love.

“Let’s “ she said solemnly .

Arnav grinned. And she was lost once again.

The End

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Hi jalebi, I was wondering why Arnav didn't scold lavanya much...just kept quite and ordered painkillers and lemon juice the day after anjali's anniversary party....after all LA had publicly insulted his nani calling her names and all...the one who brought him up,who took care of him and his Di, but when it came to Khushi (post marriage) she was always held accountable for even the slightest mishaps in the family...like why the hypocrisy,why the double standards....Don't you think if he loved khushi,she should be given more leeway for her mistakes,but he infact behaved more gentlemanly and Respectfully towards LA...when he never even loved her....what is your insight regarding his thought process

Hi Anon,

Yeah because when Arnav was dating Lavanya - he liked her a lot and knew his family was being terrible to her. They were being passive aggressive a lot.

But to him, she is a good woman and he can see there are adjustment issues going on. The last thing he's going to do is snap on her because, to be honest, he loses his own mind in his home - La is still another person.

However, when Arnav is married to Khushi, he doesn't believe she's a good woman. He believes she is a gold digger, Shyam's mistress, a person who intentionally wrecked a married woman's life but that too of a woman who has been nothing but kind to her.

Post revelation and Arnav realizing the truth, Arnav has a point when he snaps at Khushi after Anjali tries to abort her child.

Khushi was told one thing - don't visit Anjali.

Anjali is traumatized.

But Khushi, she chose to prioritize her own need to serve people and be a 'good' person as opposed to actually listen. And even when Arnav asked for an explanation - she switches into self guilt and self blame and... kind of not realizing the extent of damage that she has done by visiting Anjali.

And Arnav, whenever he gets angry, he says things worse than he intends to but I can barely fault him here.

His sister could have died. All because his wife triggered her. Intentions do not matter cause Anjali could have been dead.

And all Khushi has to do is not take accountability for her actions but turn to self guilt.

Now, the thing is that Khushi's guilt is real, absolutely. But Arnav - who is traumatized by what he saw - is not the right person to talk to about her guilt.

She needs to speak about her guilt to Payal, to her parents, to anyone who isn't directly connected to Anjali.

So it's a great argument.

Now coming to Arnav's otherwise more respectful treatment of La - I don't think he treated her well, he just treated Khushi worse. And why? Classism. That's it. Lavanya works in his company in a position of some power and comes from a well to do family.

Lavanya might actually be British/NRI. She's definitely of higher class than Khushi.

Also love doesn't equal to respect. Yes, love cannot thrive without respect but it does, painfully, sometimes exist without it.

Best,

Jalebi