#i hope i wont get spoiled too badly till then

[arttsuka]

Day 26

Fnaf movie premiere today so I had to draw this abomination

[daydreams-after-dark]

Jisung is a committed man. He loves you and only you. Before you guys even got into a relationship, his massive crush on you wont let him live. He missed you way too much but his dick missed you even more. You guys were best friends from the start but his massive crush on you and the way you're just so so fucking pretty for him drives him insane. By the time you guys are playing video games in his room on his ps5, he can painfully feel his boner growing constantly, praying you wont see it because he has abandonment issues and absolutely hates the thought of you leaving him. Every time you guys hang out, the way you move and carry yourself, just about anything just makes him hard. Even if you guys are at your place he would simply make a sorry excuse for a bathroom break where he would touch himself lightly hoping he wouldn't be too loud but, god he is. He is so vocal. He prays you wouldn't catch him but a part of him would love to be caught. Maybe you'd ask to join him or help him relief some of that pain below his waist or maybe you would absolutely degrade him till he cums just from embarrassment alone. Even if he tries searching up any kind of porn he is still only thinking of you. He observes you so much he can practically visualize how your moans would sound and the sorry excuse of your shorts that you wear at home give him a good imagination of what's between those thighs. He wouldn't do this for anyone else, just you because he loves you so fucking much but would probably love you fucking even more. After you guys got into a relationship, you realized- well it was already obvious how submissive jisung was but you realized that its way more than that. Of course jisung is a switch but he prefers being submissive most of the time, and boy is he so needy. He needs you so badly. Matter of fact worships you. Would let you do anything to him as long as he gets to cum and see your pretty face while at that. He is so so into BDSM. He would love a CBT even if his pretty little (pretty big tbh) cock cant take it well. Matter of fact he would let you peg him if you wanted to. Totally not just because he wants his hole fucked by you badly. He still secretly jerks off to you tho, cause he is way too ashamed of his fantasies to be even open about it.

Jisung is submissive of course, more often than not. But when he wants to be the dominant one? its so fucking hot. One part of him is a soft dom that will be so gentle with you but the other one? straight up beast. He cums fast but does it over and over again. He doesn't get satisfied easily. He needs you but this is a different kind of need. Needs you to be on your fours so he can see your pretty back whimpering while is fucking you deep. Plus points for tattoos on your back!! he absolutely fucking loves that and will probably fuck you like that more often just to see it. He would do everything you did to him before. Remember the time you tied him up and edged him over and over again? well its your turn now and he is less merciful than you. He lets you use him over and over again but when its his turn to use you the pent up frustration blows all at once and no one is walking out of that door till you are almost on the verge of passing out. Jisung is a private man. He keeps his things to himself and well- you too. He is possessive over you and would hate you engaging in anything else than him. But something that breaks his character is public sex. He is both a little bit of voyeur and exhibitionist. He wants to show off how pretty you are but god he wants you to himself only. Now this leads to something of risky sex out in the public in closeted spaces where people are probably hearing you and might even see you in the act but the thrill of being caught drives him wild. Han jisung brainrot is crazy. You can tell im literally in love with him TT

read more submissions here: #sorshas birthday month

🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 You have absolutely spoiled me with this! Ahhh it’s got everything I want in a Jisung fantasy. Ahhh he was so cute when he pined after y/n.

He’s the perfect mix of kinky sub, soft dom, hard dom, possessive voyeuer /exhibitionist bf.

Oh jfhjdshojn the way I want him to punish me the way he got me to punish him, but worse!!!! 😫😫😫😫 it’s a fucking need! I need him to ruin me and make it so I can’t walk for a week! Oh and yes I’d peg him and he won’t be able to walk for a week either. In fact, I’d do anything to him that he wanted.

I tell you, my friend, I feel you. This is the kind of brain rot I have most of the time. How is it one man can have such a hold on us???

Now I’ll be spending the rest of my morning thinking about this and feeling very horny indeed.

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IT'S MY BIRTHDAY MONTH - DECEMBER

Hey my beautiful friends! I have an announcement / request.It's my birthday month, and I am opening up the ask box (even though it was never closed), for something a little bit different.

Instead of you sending in fic / scenario requests (which you still can regardless of this), I am requesting YOU to send ME your naughtiest thoughts or fantasies about your bias.

Like, what are your most filthy thoughts? What would you let them do to you? What do you want to do to them? Is there a particular theme that really gets you wet or hard? (like me and alien Han)? Or, what's a kink you didn't know you had until you started reading smut (like me and Han with 2 dicks - it doesn't have to be realistic)?

You don't even have to be involved! It could be you really love imagining two of the guys (or more) together. I know you have filthy minds and are horny little things.

Hit me with what you've got. Also... of course you can submit anonymously... that way you hopefully won't hold back.

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[mobius-prime]

208. Sonic the Hedgehog #140

Return to Angel Island (Part 3): How Many Echidnas Does It Take to Protect a Master Emerald?

Writer: Karl Bollers Pencils: Jon Gray Colors: Jason Jensen

So! We didn't forget that Lara-Le was pregnant a year ago, did we? Knuckles is completely stunned at the sight of his baby brother, and carefully hands him back, asking what his name is.

Honestly, this series of panels alone is enough to sell me on Jon Gray as an artist - I don't think anyone else could have pulled off this joke as well as he did. Anyway, yeah, this is in fact the Mace we briefly saw in StH#132, so clearly once he grew up he also agreed that Kneecaps is a horrible name and started going by Mace instead. That night, the echidna refugees all set up tents for Knuckles and his friends, but Knuckles is reluctant to accept the hospitality, still disturbed by everyone's reverence for him. He leaves, and Sonic is confused about his attitude, which Mighty says is likely influenced by the way everyone treats him differently after coming back from the dead. This draws a parallel in Sonic's mind between Knuckles' situation and his own with Sally, which I'm honestly surprised hasn't really been explored as of yet, considering it's one of the main things they currently have in common. Knuckles heads to the Hidden Palace, but ignores both Finitevus and Lien-Da when they try to ask him what he's doing, instead going straight for the Master Emerald in the chamber beyond. There, he sits just far enough from it that the pain doesn't affect him, and reflects on his choices up till now.

Okay, first of all Knuckles, we already established that you hardly came back for egotistical reasons. You fully accepted the fact that returning from the afterlife would have consequences, and came back anyway to save literally everyone on the planet from being sucked into a black hole. I'd say that's a worthy goddamn reason to go against Aurora's warnings. And second of all, Archimedes?! Dear lord, it's been… what, sixty-six freaking issues since we last saw you! Why do you look so evil there? Like seriously, it's a weird design choice, because when I first read this I was worried that Archimedes was being mind controlled or had gone evil or something, but I'll spoil it right now for you that he's totally fine and his excitement over his predictions being true is completely benevolent. I'm honestly sad that we haven't seen him in so long, because I actually quite like Archimedes, and enjoyed the larger role he played in earlier issues, particularly throughout a lot of the KtE series. He's been relegated to barely more than a bit part at this point, even though he and Knuckles seemed to be building such a good rapport when they first met.

Anyway, General Kage contacts Eggman to inform him of the invasion of one of the prison camps by Knuckles and his entourage, and Eggman becomes angry, telling Kage to work harder to root the disturbance out and get things working more smoothly on the island. M, repaired by now and with a fresh coat of "makeup," suggests that she go to Angel Island to oversee things, but Eggman vetoes that, right as they walk past a room ominously labeled "Snively Processing Lab," with a horrifyingly familiar silhouette inside being experimented on. It's clear that in the year that has passed, Eggman has reduced Snively to nothing better than fuel for his experiments - we've only seen him one other time since Sonic returned, and he seemed utterly terrified of his boss. Given his hatred of his uncle, and how this version of Robotnik is even more brutal than the original, I feel genuinely bad for him. Eggman reassures M that he knows just how to fix things on Angel Island, and goes to release someone from a prison pod in his base, equipping the mysterious prisoner with a control collar to ensure total obedience…

The next morning, Knuckles is awoken from where he passed out in front of the Master Emerald by Julie-Su - apparently, their double agent in the dingoes' ranks has contacted them with Locke's location, and so the full force of the Dark Legion, as well as Knuckles and all his friends, all make for the base in Dingo City where he's being held, with Espio surprisingly swearing up a storm as they take the Legion's hovercraft. As they race to the rescue, we finally get a clue as to where our favorite dingo has been all this time! How ya doing, Harry old boy?

Oh, gee, not so good, I see. The general is distracted from Harry dropping his breakfast in a fright by a call from Eggman, who tells him that if Locke isn't going to give up the information, it's time to cut their losses and "terminate" him. However, at that exact moment, the cavalry bursts in and begins beating the dingo sentries into the ground.

Knuckles immediately rushes to get his father down, and despite his rough treatment Locke is relatively okay, if weak. Kage tries to get back up, but Sonic and Knuckles merely grin at each other and punch him right back into unconsciousness. However, before they can congratulate themselves too much, Eggman projects his face as a hologram at them, as he is wont to do, and gloats that Locke was only one of his methods for finding the Master Emerald. While they've been busy in the city, Eggman has sent someone else to attack the echidna refugees' camp… and it's none other than Hunter from the ending of the KtE series, powered up and ready to wreak havoc once more!

Mobius 25 Years Later: A Difference of Opinion

Writer: Ken Penders Pencils: Steven Butler Colors: Jason Jensen

In stark contrast to the sense of fierce camaraderie born of fire that Sonic and Knuckles share in the previous story, here we get to finally see their older counterparts interact one on one and be all hostile for no reason. Well, actually, we do get a reason. Knuckles finds Sonic lounging outside on his nightly walk, and invites him along for a chat, with their wives secretly watching from the windows and hoping they'll be able to work things out. Sonic is apparently skeptical of Rotor's claims of approaching armageddon, while Knuckles is more inclined to believe him. Sonic is then forced into some contrived dialogue that conveniently leaves him free to explain in detail exactly what caused them to start hating each other so much. Instead of typing out a summary here, I'm gonna go ahead and let the comic explain the whole thing for me, so you can see for yourself how much this sucks.

This… this is literally the worst thing we've seen so far. Okay, okay, maybe not the worst - Sonic trying to drown his own son really takes the cake - but it's up there. This entire backstory is built entirely on the idea of Knuckles literally trying to rewrite reality in the middle of an out-of-nowhere god complex and then facing absolutely no repercussions for it afterward aside from the loss of an eye. This is the reason that Julie-Su is missing her cybernetics - because sometime in the past, Knuckles, without even asking her what she wanted, took them from her, simply because he apparently thought she'd be better off without them. And now, he still considers Sonic to be the bad guy of the story, because Sonic had the nerve to consider Knuckles trying to reshape their entire world the way he liked it to be a threat to their continued peaceful existence. And as far as Knuckles losing an eye as a result, all things considered, that is not bad at all. I mean sure, losing any body part sucks, but in this universe one can be outfitted with various cybernetics that are better that the original organic part they're replacing, and as Sonic points out, the technology exists to just give him back his organic eye with no lasting side effects. Furthermore, Knuckles also seems put out that Sonic prevented him from becoming a Chaos-Emerald-powered god, even though literally not that long ago we just saw how badly things turn out when that happens! You freaking died, Knuckles! I can't even begin to put my disdain for this backstory into proper words, it's so bad. Like, there's not even one single thing I can pin down to explain how bad it is - it's just a jumbled mess, and such a disappointment. I mean, all this time I've been pointing out how out of character it is for Sonic and Knuckles to hate each other, but since we didn't know why they hated each other there was always the chance that later on the story would finally reveal to us the real reason for their enmity, and that it would change everything, revealing some unknown details that explained everything we've seen and made it totally believable. This story not only failed to do that, it has actually done the opposite, making their rivalry less believable and making Knuckles feel just as out of character as everyone else so far. Like, I'm seriously surprised that Kenders would do this to his favorite character in the series, because it just makes Knuckles seem so unsympathetic and unlikable that it basically renders a lot of his character development up till now seem totally pointless. Like, just… why?

[tamersa]

also maybe buahahahah: waking up with amnesia au for Phidari :V that sound like good drama (preferred: shoutaro's amnesia)

It’s tad long so under a cut Amnesiac Shotaro Au:

Log. 2008-09-13Boring.Everything is boring. Boring boring. Even writing this is boring. Yetfather wants me to try it, so I can reflect on my life later. Still,boring.Log. 2008-12-10Mother took me to the WinterInvention Fair. Some things spark my interest but mostly hers. Yet Ifound one stand about the human brain. It was quitefascinating.Log. 2009-02-01I've attended special courseabout human nervous system. It  is indeed worth my time. There is somuch to discover in this topic! Especially brain part. I think Ifound my destination in life. Father is pleased. Mother is a bitdisappointed it is not engineer course. Wakana doesn't understand mychoice at all. Saeko doesn't care.  Log. 2009-09-06 I was showed a intriguing case. My mother childhood friend found this youngman on the streets, Without memories of himself only. He rememberonly his name: Shotaro. With my wast knowledge about human brain,I've got a mission to help him regain his-self again and maybe try todiscover what happened, that he ended without them in the firstplace.Log. 2009-11-01Shotaro, is unusual human, full ofpassion, emotions and that inner flame. Quite opposite of me. Heblend into Detective Agency of my mother friend quite well. Now hetries to imitate his current boss style. He is doing quite badly Imust say. He hall it “Hard-Boiled”, I call it “Half-Boiled”and today I told him that. He was angry and embarrassed at the sametime. I hope there will be another situation I could call him likethat.Log. 2010-01-22I still didn't knack Shotaro's mindproblem but we are closer to his true identity. We are sure for 95%his true name is Hidari Shotaro,Log. 2010-01-27Shotaro ispretty down today, he wasn't able to save pet of some child. Itwasn't his fault yet he blames himself fully. Somehow I felt badabout it (not sure why, I never bothered with such emotions) so tomake him forget (oh the irony ) about it  I tried to read aloud hisfavorite book from Narumi Sokichi collection. Shotaro indeed calmeddown and said one of the name fits me somehow. From today I'll becalled Philip instead of Raito by him. I like this, weirdly.Log.2010-03-10 For indeterminate time, I've moved into garage ofNarumi Agency. There are two reasons for this: first – we are soclose to figure out Shotaro past. Second – I want to observe himmore. For sciene of his brain of course. He didn't regain any oldmemories but he sure got many new ones. I even help on cases he workson. Somehow human behavior seems to be more interesting than thebrain functions.Log. 2010-04-02I wish it was a joke butit wasn't. We finally cracked Shotaro case. He is an orphan from thenorth and his memory loss was made chemically, before planned organsnatching. Some wealthy  politician son has heart condition andShotaro is perfect donor. Somehow  I feel furious. It is new for me,and bit worrying. But I'm even more mad at Shotaro who wonders whatis better. I don't care for this illegal procedures. His life is more important and precious than some spoiled brat.Log.2010-05-20The politician had some connections with mafia andtried to get us. Well at least Shotaro I suppose. He wanted to flee,without me knowing about it but he forgot I'm a bit smart for that.He almost (well at the end it wasn't almost) cried that he doesn'twant me to be hurt in anyway, that I'm too important for him and goodin general. I was shocked by this words. Our conversation wasinterrupted by my mother who entered the garage and gave me herlatest invention: Double Driver, with some unusual memory sticks. Shesaid me and Narumi Sokichi should fight together the enemies. For thefirst time I can't understand what does she means.Log2010-05-21Something fascinating ha happened! At the down timeenemy entered the Agency and I didn't had time to approach the bossof this place so I proposed Shotaro to fight alongside me. He agreedand moments later my mind entered his body. I will never forget thisexperience1 We were able to beat up and scare all of the intruders.Somehow I think they will not coming back. Especially that few hourslater we got the information hat the politician son died. I wasrelieved. Shotaro was still not sure if this was good trade. I toldhim it was not a trade, he was worth of his own life. He smiled whenI told him that. I felt warmer inside.Log 2010-05-22Ourmind fusion by Double Driver had side effect: Shotaro started toregain his memories! Bit by bit I'm sure he will get it all. Still Ihave small worry he will leave this place when the process will becomplete. I don't understand myself. The challenge is almost success.I don't know why I think like that.Log 2010-06-13Shotaromade surprise cake for my birthday. He said he made it from memoryand was pretty proud of it. It was delicious. I think it was best andmost sincere present I've ever got.Log 2010-08-29Shotaromemory is mostly restored still he wants to stay here! He just wantto visit his old place and then be resident of Fuuto permanently...!Why I feel so happy about it?Log 2010-10-01Officialy Ientered  the crime psychology course. I've finished the nervous onewith flying colors of course yet I want to pursue this path more. Mother is intrigued, father is disappointed, Wakana doesn't get it.Saeko doesn't care.Log 2012-11-05I work by Shotaro sideand study psychology for over 2 years. Many things changed in mylife, I choose Philip as my legal name, and moved into small flat tobe apart from my family. The more I study the more I crack cases themore disturbing they are. I still have talks with Wakana and motherform time to time. Even with bit of uncertainty I'm sure this will bebest way for me. I just don't understand one thing: why I feel angrywhen ladies are flirting with Shotaro. It can't be deep affection Iread about. It just can't...Log 2012-12-24There was aChristmas party in the Agency and we were invited as a branch of it(Shotaro somehow doesn't want to make independent one yet). I can'tdrink alcohol legally yet but Shotaro can and I think he drunk a bittoo much because he confessed to me. Also blabbed and cried how hedoesn't had much to offer but still want to be my partner not only atwork but also in private life. I felt happy for a moment but thenrealized he is intoxicated and wouldn't think like that in reality.Now I wish I could drink too.Log 2012-12-25I... I don'tknow what to write... how to bind my thoughts now for the first time.Officially I have a boyfriend. In the morning Shotaro saidreluctantly that he remembers everything he said and was sincere withit but never brave enough to said it. Well, Christmas Cocktail madethe charm. I accepted his words of course which made him so happy andembarrassed at the same time. This is happiest day of my life tillnow. Nothing can beat that hangover smile right now. I think I'llmove with him soon. And I know My father will be furious, my motherwill be intrigued ( she likes Shotaro aka my brand new boyfriend forsome time now), Wakana will not understand this at all and Saeko wontcare. But I do. And it is about time to close this journal becausenew path I opening  for me form now. And it deserves for a new diary.Maybe soemthing heart shaped? End of Log.

[tellytantra]

(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); Zoya brings Nani to her place. Rajvir gets concerned. What happened to Nani? Ziya replies that she came to her house stealthily. Thankfully, no one was there at that time or we would have been caught. Rajvir’s Nani mumbles that Aditya was there. Rajvir looks at Zoya. Aditya is searching for Kalpana online. Zoya agrees that Aditya was there. You were lucky that he dint see her or your plan would have been foiled. Situation is so tough. Do you realise what could have happened? I am not with you guys if you cannot be careful! Rajvir asks her who she intends to support then. Zoya says I am with truth. Rajvir gives water to his Nani. She drinks it. Zoya asks him if he sent her at her home with a camera to spy of her. I saved her this time but I wont save her next time? I also don’t trust you guys at all! Rajvir tells his Mami that he is hearing all this only because of her. Who else was there? What did you see? She takes Aditya’s name. Both of them were dancing. Rajvir asks her who she is speaking about. She shrugs. I don’t remember. He tells her to remember. It is very important. She talks about champagne bottle. I drank it. Zoya says your actions don’t show that you intend to expose Hooda’s. I wont let my plan hamper now by associating with you guys anymore! Rajvir tells her not to over react. Nani is my responsibility. I apologize on her behalf. Zoya acts unconcerned. I came here for my own reasons. I only want my motive to be met. You are an absconding criminal. I wont take much time in telling this to the police. I also know how to create pressure upon someone! She leaves. Rajvir looks upset. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); Arjun beats the guys and covers Noor with her dupatta. He thrashes them badly. People gather outside the room. Arjun shouts at them to leave or he will call police. The guys ask him why he is getting so serious. She wasn’t giving any attention to you downstairs! Why are you so bothered? Is she your girlfriend? He accepts that she is his girlfriend. I will not spare you guys if you even try to look at her! I love her! Siddiqui’s and Hooda’s gather there as well and are shocked to witness Arjun and Noor thus. Wasim slaps Arjun shocking Noor. Zoya hurriedly sits in the car. She does not remember anything. He hands over the tab to her. I don’t understand anything. It is written as suicide case. I don’t know who they are. The surname is same but how to find out the truth. He gets an idea. Let’s make aunty drunk again. Zoya tells him that Rajvir is extra careful now. He isn’t letting her go near the bottle. Wasim asks Arjun how he dare touch his daughter. Anjana questions him back. Your characterless is doing stuff with random guys. When my son tried to save her, you instead slapped her? Wasim says my Noor knows very well how to protect herself. Insult started after meeting your son. Anjana says you have no control over your daughters. They only know how to trap guys. Elder son trapped my son and now Noor is on the same track. Wasim tells her to mind her tongue. Your son was leaving no stone unturned to chase my daughter. I know my daughter very well. She wont look at your son even if I am no more. Anjana insists that Noor is eyeing her son while he is still alive. You might not see it but I can! I know her planning well. I lost last time but I wont lose this time. Come what may this girl wont come to my house! Wasim retorts that no one is interested to come to her house. She has no interest in your son too. He asks Noor to tell everyone that she dislikes Arjun. He is the one who is after you! Noor eyes him tearfully. Anjana mocks Wasim. Her silence said everything. Both daughters have decided to come to my house only! I think it is your planning. He tells her to stay quiet. My daughter Noor will be miles away from your house and your son. Keep your son away from my daughter too. It will be good for him. He takes Noor with him. Anjana wonders who has cast an evil eye on her both sons. They aren’t paying heed to me. They are bent upon spoiling their lives. Harsh tells her to relax. They aren’t kids anymore. They can take their own decisions. She asks him if he will support their mistakes. He tells her not to repeat the mistake that Wasim has committed. Not everything is finished! Anjana is sure that Siddiqui sisters have vowed to destroy their family. Arjun tells her not to stress. It is festive time. She tells him he wont understand this at this stage. He assures her that he shares nothing with Noor. She asks him to promise her he wont meet Noor ever again. He replies that Noor hates him. She doesn’t even want to see my face. She hugs him. I only want you to be happy. Noor can never keep you happy. I am just concerned for you as you are too innocent. She will trap you. He nods. I understand. He goes to get ready for puja. Rajvir scolds his Nani. You ruined all the hard work that we did to control Zoya. You don’t understand that we could lose her. You are lucky that Aditya Hooda dint see you or our plan would have been spoiled! I sometimes wonder if you are serious about our plan or not! She tells him to stop but he keeps on scolding her. She apologizes to him. I wont do it again. I am sorry. She drinks lemon water upon his request. Anjana sternly tells Victor to be alert in the puja this time. You can forget your Diwali Bonus or salary this time. Harsh tells her to relax and sends Victor back to his work. She shares that she wanted Aditya and his wife to do puja this time but Zoya is bent upon destroying our lives. Nothing wont be good till the time Sanjana comes to our house as the DIL. You only should sit in the puja for now. I cannot take any risk this time. Aditya asks his brother why he dint tell him earlier. Don’t you trust me? I still cant believe that you and Noor love each other. I am blind with eyes. Arjun says I don’t think there is any hope left after the way Wasim Uncle and mom spoke last night. I have promised mom I will stay away from Noor. Aditya tells him to stop crying. I agree I hate Zoya today but we are together today because of you only! I have a favour to repay and I will bring you closer to Noor. Arjun tells him not to do anything to strain the environment of their family any further. Arjun tells him against it. I don’t think Noor wants to stay with me. Aditya wonders what kind of guys they are who are ready to forsake their love for happiness of their families. Arjun begins to go when Zoya enters. Zoya says right now no one may understand me but I consider you my brother. I will always stay with you. He goes. She decides to speak to Noor once. Anjana asks Arjun to call Aditya. She asks the pundit ji to start the puja. He reminds her of the family tradition. The DIL’s of the house have been doing puja’s since forever. Anjana is stressed over the fact but Aditya tells pundit ji not to talk old school. Pundit ji asks him if he wont call Zoya for the puja. Aditya tells him to decide who he wants in the puja. The son will leave if the DIL comes. He shouts at Anjana to not fall in his words. I am here. Let’s do the puja. Zoya tells them to go ahead. I am not interested to be a part of this puja and don’t want to be insulted anymore. He too refuses to sit in the puja with him. Leave. Zoya tells him not to tell her what to do. You want me to leave right? He nods. She refuses to leave in that case. Anjana tells them to calm down for now. Zoya can sit wherever she wants to. It is a family tradition that husband and wife sit together in the puja irrespective of the kind of DIL we have. Aditya tries to object but pundit ji blesses Aditya. Zoya sits down for the puja. Aditya sits next to her. Zoya and Aditya smile at each other. Precap: Pundit ji explains the story of Vishnu ji taking an avatar to end the evil. Zoya too decides to erase evil from their lives at any cost. Later, Aditya comes in front of Rajvir’s car in disguise of their landlord and gets hit intentionally. He later enjoys drinks with the Nani. She passes out and he goes inside the room to look for some clue. Update Credit to: Pooja

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I think that at that time none of us quite believed in the Time Machine. The fact is, the Time Traveller was one of those men who are too clever to be believed: you never felt that you saw all round him; you always suspected some subtle reserve, some ingenuity in ambush, behind his lucid frankness. Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Traveller's words, we should have shown HIM far less scepticism. For we should have perceived his motives; a pork butcher could understand Filby. But the Time Traveller had more than a touch of whim among his elements, and we distrusted him. Things that would have made the frame of a less clever man seemed tricks in his hands. It is a mistake to do things too easily. The serious people who took him seriously never felt quite sure of his deportment; they were somehow aware that trusting their reputations for judgment with him was like furnishing a nursery with egg-shell china. So I don't think any of us said very much about time travelling in the interval between that Thursday and the next, though its odd potentialities ran, no doubt, in most of our minds: its plausibility, that is, its practical incredibleness, the curious possibilities of anachronism and of utter confusion it suggested. For my own part, I was particularly preoccupied with the trick of the model. That I remember discussing with the Medical Man, whom I met on Friday at the Linnaean. He said he had seen a similar thing at Tubingen, and laid considerable stress on the blowing out of the candle. But how the trick was done he could not explain.

The next Thursday I went again to Richmond--I suppose I was one of the Time Traveller's most constant guests--and, arriving late, found four or five men already assembled in his drawing-room. The Medical Man was standing before the fire with a sheet of paper in one hand and his watch in the other. I looked round for the Time Traveller, and--`It's half-past seven now,' said the Medical Man. `I suppose we'd better have dinner?'

`Where's----?' said I, naming our host.

`You've just come? It's rather odd. He's unavoidably detained. He asks me in this note to lead off with dinner at seven if he's not back. Says he'll explain when he comes.'

`It seems a pity to let the dinner spoil,' said the Editor of a well-known daily paper; and thereupon the Doctor rang the bell.

The Psychologist was the only person besides the Doctor and myself who had attended the previous dinner. The other men were Blank, the Editor aforementioned, a certain journalist, and another--a quiet, shy man with a beard--whom I didn't know, and who, as far as my observation went, never opened his mouth all the evening. There was some speculation at the dinner-table about the Time Traveller's absence, and I suggested time travelling, in a half-jocular spirit. The Editor wanted that explained to him, and the Psychologist volunteered a wooden account of the `ingenious paradox and trick' we had witnessed that day week. He was in the midst of his exposition when the door from the corridor opened slowly and without noise. I was facing the door, and saw it first. `Hallo!' I said. `At last!' And the door opened wider, and the Time Traveller stood before us. I gave a cry of surprise. `Good heavens! man, what's the matter?' cried the Medical Man, who saw him next. And the whole tableful turned towards the door.

He was in an amazing plight. His coat was dusty and dirty, and smeared with green down the sleeves; his hair disordered, and as it seemed to me greyer--either with dust and dirt or because its colour had actually faded. His face was ghastly pale; his chin had a brown cut on it--a cut half healed; his expression was haggard and drawn, as by intense suffering. For a moment he hesitated in the doorway, as if he had been dazzled by the light. Then he came into the room. He walked with just such a limp as I have seen in footsore tramps. We stared at him in silence, expecting him to speak.

He said not a word, but came painfully to the table, and made a motion towards the wine. The Editor filled a glass of champagne, and pushed it towards him. He drained it, and it seemed to do him good: for he looked round the table, and the ghost of his old smile flickered across his face. `What on earth have you been up to, man?' said the Doctor. The Time Traveller did not seem to hear. `Don't let me disturb you,' he said, with a certain faltering articulation. `I'm all right.' He stopped, held out his glass for more, and took it off at a draught. `That's good,' he said. His eyes grew brighter, and a faint colour came into his cheeks. His glance flickered over our faces with a certain dull approval, and then went round the warm and comfortable room. Then he spoke again, still as it were feeling his way among his words. `I'm going to wash and dress, and then I'll come down and explain things. . . Save me some of that mutton. I'm starving for a bit of meat.'

He looked across at the Editor, who was a rare visitor, and hoped he was all right. The Editor began a question. `Tell you presently,' said the Time Traveller. `I'm--funny! Be all right in a minute.'

He put down his glass, and walked towards the staircase door. Again I remarked his lameness and the soft padding sound of his footfall, and standing up in my place, I saw his feet as he went out. He had nothing on them but a pair of tattered blood-stained socks. Then the door closed upon him. I had half a mind to follow, till I remembered how he detested any fuss about himself. For a minute, perhaps, my mind was wool-gathering. Then, 'Remarkable Behaviour of an Eminent Scientist,' I heard the Editor say, thinking (after his wont) in headlines. And this brought my attention back to the bright dinner-table.

`What's the game?' said the Journalist. `Has he been doing the Amateur Cadger? I don't follow.' I met the eye of the Psychologist, and read my own interpretation in his face. I thought of the Time Traveller limping painfully upstairs. I don't think any one else had noticed his lameness.

The first to recover completely from this surprise was the Medical Man, who rang the bell--the Time Traveller hated to have servants waiting at dinner--for a hot plate. At that the Editor turned to his knife and fork with a grunt, and the Silent Man followed suit. The dinner was resumed. Conversation was exclamatory for a little while, with gaps of wonderment; and then the Editor got fervent in his curiosity. `Does our friend eke out his modest income with a crossing? or has he his Nebuchadnezzar phases?' he inquired. `I feel assured it's this business of the Time Machine,' I said, and took up the Psychologist's account of our previous meeting. The new guests were frankly incredulous. The Editor raised objections. `What WAS this time travelling? A man couldn't cover himself with dust by rolling in a paradox, could he?' And then, as the idea came home to him, he resorted to caricature. Hadn't they any clothes-brushes in the Future? The Journalist too, would not believe at any price, and joined the Editor in the easy work of heaping ridicule on the whole thing. They were both the new kind of journalist--very joyous, irreverent young men. `Our Special Correspondent in the Day after To-morrow reports,' the Journalist was saying--or rather shouting--when the Time Traveller came back. He was dressed in ordinary evening clothes, and nothing save his haggard look remained of the change that had startled me.

`I say,' said the Editor hilariously, `these chaps here say you have been travelling into the middle of next week! Tell us all about little Rosebery, will you? What will you take for the lot?'

The Time Traveller came to the place reserved for him without a word. He smiled quietly, in his old way. `Where's my mutton?' he said. `What a treat it is to stick a fork into meat again!'

`Story!' cried the Editor.

`Story be damned!' said the Time Traveller. `I want something to eat. I won't say a word until I get some peptone into my arteries. Thanks. And the salt.'

`One word,' said I. `Have you been time travelling?'

`Yes,' said the Time Traveller, with his mouth full, nodding his head.

`I'd give a shilling a line for a verbatim note,' said the Editor. The Time Traveller pushed his glass towards the Silent Man and rang it with his fingernail; at which the Silent Man, who had been staring at his face, started convulsively, and poured him wine. The rest of the dinner was uncomfortable. For my own part, sudden questions kept on rising to my lips, and I dare say it was the same with the others. The Journalist tried to relieve the tension by telling anecdotes of Hettie Potter. The Time Traveller devoted his attention to his dinner, and displayed the appetite of a tramp. The Medical Man smoked a cigarette, and watched the Time Traveller through his eyelashes. The Silent Man seemed even more clumsy than usual, and drank champagne with regularity and determination out of sheer nervousness. At last the Time Traveller pushed his plate away, and looked round us. `I suppose I must apologize,' he said. `I was simply starving. I've had a most amazing time.' He reached out his hand for a cigar, and cut the end. `But come into the smoking-room. It's too long a story to tell over greasy plates.' And ringing the bell in passing, he led the way into the adjoining room.

`You have told Blank, and Dash, and Chose about the machine?' he said to me, leaning back in his easy-chair and naming the three new guests.

`But the thing's a mere paradox,' said the Editor.

`I can't argue to-night. I don't mind telling you the story, but I can't argue. I will,' he went on, `tell you the story of what has happened to me, if you like, but you must refrain from interruptions. I want to tell it. Badly. Most of it will sound like lying. So be it! It's true--every word of it, all the same. I was in my laboratory at four o'clock, and since then . . . I've lived eight days . . . such days as no human being ever lived before! I'm nearly worn out, but I shan't sleep till I've told this thing over to you. Then I shall go to bed. But no interruptions! Is it agreed?'

`Agreed,' said the Editor, and the rest of us echoed `Agreed.' And with that the Time Traveller began his story as I have set it forth. He sat back in his chair at first, and spoke like a weary man. Afterwards he got more animated. In writing it down I feel with only too much keenness the inadequacy of pen and ink --and, above all, my own inadequacy--to express its quality. You read, I will suppose, attentively enough; but you cannot see the speaker's white, sincere face in the bright circle of the little lamp, nor hear the intonation of his voice. You cannot know how his expression followed the turns of his story! Most of us hearers were in shadow, for the candles in the smoking-room had not been lighted, and only the face of the Journalist and the legs of the Silent Man from the knees downward were illuminated. At first we glanced now and again at each other. After a time we ceased to do that, and looked only at the Time Traveller's face.