#jr ntr fic

[mahi-wayy]

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐍 | ᴅᴀʏᴀ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : Daya x Fem!Oc

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ : Temper

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ : 2.1k

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs : Daya being daya, chaos with a capital c, gunfire, possessive behavior, cursing, I feel a little bad for murthi ji.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 he meets her and people are concerned, for themselves and the world.

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

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Naam daya hai jo usmein bikul nhi hai.

Accurate representation of him, he admits. People usually used it as a taunt which didn't really bother him because having mercy or empathy wasn't his point anyways.

But Daya was not a sadist, contrary to popular beliefs, he just didn't like to bother himself with things like fighting for righteousness. Especially in this day and age.

He was not enjoying tormenting people, he just had really really good survival skills okay. 

Another misconception was that he liked to play girls which he absolutely did not do, he just hadn't found the one he wanted to commit to. 

Well until that night. That night he found her.

It was ten in the night, he was on night duty and a little drunk when the police phone rang.

“Murthi!!! phone!!” 

He yelled knowing the male would answer the phone of his desk in a second. He hears bits and pieces of the conversation groaning at the last part of them heading over urgently.

Way to have a quiet night.

“Sir..”

He knew he would have to go but he doesn't bother lifting the file he has used to shield his face from the direct light over his head, his feet resting on the desk.

“What is it??”

“A girl called, her sister is being married against her will to some gangster. We should go sir."

He groans, keeping his position for more than ten minutes before sighing and lifting the file off his face, his hand going to grab the beer bottle, sipping it as he stands up.

It was a fifteen minute drive before they reached the house, decorated from top to bottom but definitely a little less for a wedding.

He steps out of the car, twirling the now empty beer bottle in hand, the jeep was parked beside the house, away from the entrance. The groom's procession isn't here yet so he hasn't gone out too why? Well he has a very simple plan.

Once the groom comes he will go demand a sum of money to get this marriage done, then he will go the girl's dad and propose to hide the plans of his daughter running away for some more money and at last he will call girl and ask her to come down and get her out of here for exchange of her jewellery.  

Wonderful plan no? He was patting himself on the back when he heard a loud thump from the roof of the jeep and turned just in time to catch a fully grown woman slipping off the roof of the vehicle.

Daya doesn't have much time to contemplate what and how, his feet move faster than his mind, rooting themselves in the ground, bracing for impact as he catches the woman.

He was about to say something very Daya but one look on her makes him speechless. The woman that fell in his arms was beautiful, long brown hair braided and decorated with jasmine garland, honey brown orbs staring back at him, dressed in a heavy sari and bare feet.

“Thanks!!”

He snaps when she pushes her way to stand up, picking up a bag she dropped.

“You're the bride?” 

He looks at Murthi when the man speaks before he could and just gives him a tight smile.

“Bri- Oh yeah that would be me.”

“Your sister called us to help, we will sort this out. We will make sure you don't have to marry that gangster.”

“...Yeah well my friends are waiting for me. Can you drop me there first?” 

The way she says that makes Daya suspicious but intrigues him at the same time. Before the old man could bring the morals he agrees to take her to her friends.

His suspicions start to come true when the woman asks them to stop in front of a club. She steps out, telling them she will make her friends inside and leave with them.

He watches as she easily slips into the club, like a regular there. Ten minutes turn into fifteen turns into half an hour and half an hour turns into a full hour.

“Did you know what the bride was named?” Daya asks, his suspicions now turning into full blown beliefs.

“Savitri.”

Daya turns to Murthi, eyes sparkling in amusement as he chuckles at the man's worried face and voice.

“What do you think is going on with her right now?”

“She is a girl in a club, anything could happen sir.”

“Should we go and check then? For her safety.”

“Really sir?”

“Yeah yeah come let's head in.”

It's really entertaining to watch Murthi give into him like this, they pass through the security easily, thanks to their IDs.

Inside while Murthi looks around towards the darker area his eyes search the dance floor and when he spots her his eyes widen, an amused chuckle leaving him as he taps the older constable on the shoulder.

“Hmm look, your Savitri is there.” Daya says, his finger pointing towards the bar and sure there she was.

Standing on top of the bar, dressed in a black mini bodycon dress, her hair flying like a wildfire, puff net sleeves covering her arms while her legs were bare, Her feet moving in a smooth rhythm even in a three inch heel as she danced to the music.

“Sirf naam Savitri hai, harktein Sheela wailin hain.”

The statement feels familiar as it rolls off his tongue but Daya brushes it off, choosing to turn towards Murthi. He snickers at the constable's expression before making his way over to the bar, slapping a boy out of the way who was reaching for her legs. For a minute he just observers her.

“Savi, here!!” 

A voice calls out from the crowd, the girl turns to catch a bottle of alcohol in time, definitely not her first of the night and chugs it down making Daya laugh out loud. He watches her dance for a little more before reaching out and folding an arm behind her knees knocking her off balance and he catches her, on his shoulder.

The female gives weak protests as he carries her out of the club, dumping her on the bonnet of the jeep, while the constable sits in the driver seat with a clearly upset look.

“Isn't it too soon to be celebrating a broken marriage?”

“What marriage? I wasn't getting married. I was under house arrest from my father. He's a businessman who had a party today.” Her words, even though slurred from the effect of alcohol, were clear to him and it just made his eyes widen.

“And used the police for it?”

He was amused, maybe a little irritated too but more amused.

“He cutt of my damn call services, there are only handful numbers I could dial. Ambulance wouldn't have gotten me out that left police, so I did.” 

“And what off the trouble you caused us?” 

“Well going by what I heard I don't really have money or many valuables on me but…” She slurred pulling off the golden bracelet and keeping it in his hands.

He was looking at the bracelet when a hand grabs his jaw and turns his face and before he could say anything two lips were pressing against his cheeks in a firm kiss.

She pulls away with a audible sound and a droopy smile and he is starts questioning everything he has ever seen in all the girls he has ever came across. 

She jumps down the hood and stumbles a few steps before he has to rush to catch her, passing out because of alcohol it seems. He laughs softly before tucking a hand under her knees and lifting her up bridal style and laying her down in the backseat.

From that night till today, that's a month later, him and her have practically moved in together. Savitri- sorry Savi went under another house arrest after that night and called him up again, his time going ahead and telling him to come get her.

He drove to her house but this time two bags fell down first before the woman jumped down on his jeep, the girl decided to leave her house but not without a good sum of cash and her favorite dresses.

Since she was adopted, she left behind a note for the actual daughter of that couple and her younger sister to just take her place and ask her parents to forget her.

For first weeks her whereabouts were a mystery before she walked into the police station, ten in the morning. Dressed in a red short cocktail dress, her hair were a mess she ran a hand through, while the other held her heels, her brows frowned in pain as she walks towards him.

“Why is there so much light?” She had groaned before sluming down in his chair, while he sat on his desk, her feet coming to rest on his thigh.

Turns out she got kicked out of the hotel she chose to stay in due to coming back late night, drunk and causing disturbance.

He had shook his head, sending someone to get her stuff from the club she was crashed in last night and just pressed his relatively cool hands to her eyes, she really was hungover.

Daya then has offered her to stay with him as roommates of course she has said yes. Living together was good, she stayed in for the day, they partied or simply drank together at night and sometimes gave him a idea or two get the extra money out of people.

They were like a match made in hell, for people that is. 

For them, Daya has felt the sparks between them since the moment she has kissed him that day and he knows is by the way she looked his way but she was ignoring it on purpose.

She was the one who kissed him first, she will be the one to propose to and he knew how to get her to say what he wants.

It was a simple plan, find a girl, talk to her and get Savi jealous. Yeah it went just a little bit downhill.

Over his corse of duty he has ended up befriending the blur cross owner, Saanvi. He decided to take her out, of course he told her it wasn't a date, just to hangout while he invited Savi to join him at the beach too.

When the female arrived all dressed in a blur dress and ready for Daya to ask her out, the only thing that had stopped her was the said man sitting with a girl. Too close for her comfort.

“Murthi ji!!!” She has yelled, practically summoning the constable from the driver side of the jeep, she stood by, to infront of her.

“Who is that bitch!?”

The male turned his head to look at Daya and Saanvi and answered her immediately.

“Oh!! She is Saanvi, the blue cross owner. She is really kind, sweet and a good girl-”

“Did I ask you to read the fucking thesis on her nature!? Did I!? Why the hell is she so close to Daya!?”

“The girl seems to like sir and maybe Daya sir would reciprocate her feelings too.”

When that didn't get a reply and just the way she opened the door of the jeep he thought she would storm out of the place, not her grabbing the back up gun and aiming for Saanvi's head, while the pet lover had her back to her.

Daya who has seen the jeep arrive from his peripheral, turned his head just to see Savi's face but he almost paled noticing the gun in her hand and a panicking Murthi beside her trying to calm her down. 

Woman lowers the gun and he sighs but the relief washes away as she strides towards them, gun still in hand which she does fire, right in his and Saanvi's feet.

She fired four shots before he yelled for Murthi to get Saanvi and held back Savi who yelled some very colorful sentences at the woman.

“Stay away from what's mine you bitch!!” 

“Savi-”

He was cutt off when the said female turned and pressed the gun to his chest, the barrel still a little hot from firing those bullets.

“The only feelings you will reciprocate are mine Daya, got it?”

He sighs before smirking and walking closer to her.

“So you do have feeling for me?”

“I do, I like you a whole lot SI Daya and I'm the not the normal kind. The next time I see you with that wretched bitch or any other girl I will shoot her first and then…” 

The gun clicking is all he needs to hear to know the other half of the sentence was, he nods before circling a hand around her nape and pulled her in for a feverish kiss.

Vizag was pretty fucked to be honest.

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tags : @vijayasena @voidsteffy @jkdaddy01 @mayakimayahai @mellaga-karagani @warnermeadowsgirl @rambheem-is-real @allari-ammayi

[lobsterfork]

“You think I’m beautiful?” Raju pressed, coming closer. 

here's a quick doodle from The Tiger And The Snake by RamBheem (Daphne_Bassett) that does not even begin to do this incredible fic justice.

[riverroan]

okay so i’ve recently discovered that the actors of bheem and ram are actually really close friends in real life and have been for a while so…… did they intentionally cast them both for that specifically or?????

[misalpav]

ram being in love with the daughter of temple priest and even though he isn't very religious he still went there for sandhya aarti once he saw her one jhumke had fallen and finally able to gather some courage he decided to approach her and they had a talk or something.

also one more request don't use y/n can you pls use the name vaidehi ?

anon!!!! I love this prompt and I hope I did justice to your vision <3 (I'm on a writing high rn so I can actually write fast for once would you look at that?)

yemito ee maya

Two years after Governor Scott's death

Ram slowly walked away from his house, lost in thought. He could feel the wind in his face, rearranging his carefully styled hair and ruffling the shirt he just finished ironing. The sun, shining brightly in his eyes, slowly began its journey back to the horizon as kids laughed and ran back home from school. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, letting himself relax. There was a time when he didn’t know what the word relax meant, how it felt to feel his heart rate slowing and have time for himself. Now that he did, he never quite knew what to do with it. Sometimes, he would make a beeline to Bheem or Sita’s house to talk to them or have dinner together, other times, when he didn’t feel like socializing, he would sit at home and read a book. On days like today, when he just couldn’t get himself to pay attention to the words on a page, he’d huff and put down his book to go for a walk, thinking about how much his life and his India has changed.

“Ram anna, chai thaaguthara?” (tl. Do you want to drink chai?)

He turned his head and saw a group of kids at a street food stall looking at him eagerly and quickly recognized all of them from his colony. His mouth curved into a smile as he forgot about his earlier thoughts and started walking towards them, his hands checking his pockets to find his wallet.

“Aa thaguthanu. Anna, okka chai isthava?” (tl. Yes, I’ll drink some. Can you give me one chai?)

As the seller made his chai, he pretended to look in his wallet for money while secretly watching the kids, and smiled with a glint in his eyes as the kids’ faces fell, realizing he didn’t get them anything. He pulled out a 100 rupee note from his wallet and handed it to the vendor, who looked at him confused.

“Migilina paisalu tho pillalu ki vallaku ishtam ainadhi edhaina ivvandi, inka mitha meeru pettukondi.” (Give the kids whatever they want with the remaining money, and if there’s anything left you can keep it for yourself.)

The kids’ eyes widened at him in disbelief, and they quickly ran to the vendor before Ram could have second thoughts and asked for bajjis, dosas, lassis, and whatever else they could think of. Ram chuckled and shook his head, taking a seat at one of the tables and enjoying the warm taste of chai. He was completely aware the colony moms would make their displeasure very well known to him when he went home, but he figured he’d take it if it meant upholding his role as every kid’s favorite person.

The kids sat around him and became engrossed in conversations about their classes, the math teacher they despised, the cricket game they played last night, and a few other things and Ram sat back and listened attentively to their stories while tending to his chai, zoning out only once in a while when the conversation was directed away from him. 

At one of these moments, he heard a laugh and the jingling of bangles coming towards them, and he turned his head subconsciously. His jaw dropped as his eyes rested on the source of the laughter: a woman, busy in conversation with a younger girl, walking towards them wearing a beautiful black and yellow saree, her hair tied back in a neat braid, with a book in her hands. As they walked up to her, he suddenly stood up, catching the woman’s attention. When she turned to face him, he held his breath and examined her eyes, bordered with kohl, and the bright red bindi above the bridge of her nose. Silver jhumkas adorned her ears glowing in the sun and the smell of the jasmines in her hair radiated off her, and he was lucky one of the kids pulled on his hand to get his attention. The woman’s face softened as she smiled, turned away from him, and walked away, and he quickly reoriented himself, telling the kids he had other work to do tonight and started in the direction the woman had left towards, promising the kids they’d play cricket together another night. 

Ram speedwalked for a few minutes and finally caught up to them, trailing only a few meters behind, but he couldn’t bring himself to approach her. Internally, he was cursing himself out for making this seem easy to Bheem all those years ago, when he himself was such a mess at it. He wished Bheem, Sita, Jenny, the kids, or literally anyone was with him right now to tell him what to do and how not to embarrass himself. His shoe stepped on something and he tripped over, clasping his mouth to make sure no sound came out. When he turned to see what caused it, he found one of her silver jhumkas lying in the dirt. Ram couldn’t believe his luck and he picked up the jhumka, taking it as a sign from the universe to meet her. He then followed her, his faith in himself somehow reinstated simply by the fact he had something of hers in his pocket.

The women approached a Shiva temple, removed their shoes, and entered, and Ram stopped outside. He hadn’t been inside a temple since his father was killed by the British. Everyone close to him had tried to reinstate his faith in god, but he always shut down the idea by stating that if god was real, his father wouldn’t be dead, and if god is real and let his father be killed, then he had every reason to be extremely angry at that god. Ram almost turned around and left, but then he saw the woman returning outside, and froze, realizing she was staring at him. 

“Intha dhooram vachi lopadiki raara?” (tl. You came this far, won’t you come in?) she asked. Realizing he was stuck, he slowly took off his shoes and stepped into the temple.

Once he was standing next to her, she asked him what his name was and he replied saying his name is Ram. She introduced herself as Vaidehi, and he said the name back to her, appreciating the way it rolled on his tongue. They sat in the back of the temple, and Vaidehi opened her book and started reading while he examined her features, and noticed she had removed the other jhumka. Ram hated being interrupted while reading, but he also needed to close this silence somehow, so he craned his neck to see what book she was reading. 

“Avunu, gudiki vachi em pustakam chaduvuthunnavu? Adhi intlo guda cheyyachu kadha?” (tl. What book are you reading in the temple that you can’t read at home?)

That beautiful laughter that first got him to turn his head towards her escaped her mouth again and she told him his father was the head priest and she enjoyed attending the sandhya aarti whenever she could. She told him about the book she was reading, History of Dharmashastra, and they both fell into an animated conversation about the development of Indian ancient societies and their dreams for a modern and independent India. She said India needed more men like Alluri Ramaraju and he smiled and agreed, hiding the joy in his heart from hearing her say that. He never bothered mentioning that he was Ramaraju because he found it refreshing to talk to people normally without being treated like a savior everywhere he went. 

Suddenly, a man, who he assumed was Vaidehi’s father, stood in front of the garbhagriha and everyone in the temple stood up. They recited bhajans, and while Ramaraju knew all of them from memory from his childhood and his mother, he quietly listened to Vaidehi’s voice. At the end, he took the prasadam from one of the other priests and walked back outside with Vaidehi. She asked him if he didn’t know the bhajans, and he replied saying he did, but he enjoyed listening to them much more than singing them, opting to leave out the truth about his father. They talked more about their interests, exchanged addresses, and talked about meeting again. As the sun finally set, she told him she needed to leave, and that they’d definitely meet again. Ram watched her walk away and put his hand in his pocket, touching the jhumka he never returned, whispering, “I promise we will.”

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(a/n) should I make this a series lmao I have so many ideas for where this could go. also, I haven't been to india in like 6yrs now (curse the pandemic and then school/work) so idr if 100 rupees is acc a reasonable amount for the chai scene 🗿

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[ronaldofandom]

They sat under a tree and had their lunch. She showered him with compliments on the food, and he preened under her praise. Once done, she rested her back against the tree while Bheem laid his head in her lap. Wrapping her arm around his neck, he nuzzled his beard against it, tickling her sensitive skin and making her burst into a fit of giggles. While her other hand carded through his unruly curls.

He shut his eyes, enjoying the sound of her pearly laughter. They started working on his English practice at some point in the next hour. Jenny had taught him ABCD in a different way.

‘A for?’ 

‘Akhtar.’ He remembered this one easily. The name was special for both of them. This is how she had first known him.

‘Good. And B for?’

‘BHEEM.’ Pat came the reply and she smiled fondly.

‘Yes, B for Bheem. Beautiful. Brave. Bheem. Now, C for?’

He thought for a few seconds.

‘Chandni Chowk?’

‘Correct. And D?’

‘Delhi.’ 

All of these being special places in their life. Delhi had changed her world, and how. Delhi also made Bheem meet the two people who he loved with all his heart. Who he couldn’t imagine his life without.

‘Wonderful. And E for?’

‘Earth.’ 

He touched the ground below him.

‘Excellent. And F for?’

When he was stumped, she motioned to the place around herself.

‘Forest. F for forest.’

‘Fabulous. Now, what about G?’

He turned his face to kiss her arm.

‘G for Jenny. My Jenny.’

He said happily, looking up at her with immense adoration. Her heart melted, and she blamed the English language for that to be not true.

In moments like these, Jenny was convinced that God was a woman. Only a woman could conjure a man this perfect. A man of every woman’s dreams.

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From my fav work of mine - Ch 10 of Love Eternal.

[ririsasy]

Take my humble edit. 😂

[fangirlshrewt97]

Story Summary - Charak Mafia Movie?

Do you remember those photos we got of RC and Tarak back to back looking way too good?

These ones:

Well, I had an idea bouncing around my head. It would have to be a long story that I do not have the time to write, but I do have the summary. Apologies if there is any section that doesn’t make sense, it is just a plot synopsis. 

Here we go:

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They both look ready to be part of some shady business, wouldn’t you say? You have RC, leaning oh so casually against the wall-length windows, looking out at …something. The suit is tailor made and his hair is perfectly coiffed. This is a man that understands the power of appearances, and how even if you don’t have much, you can pretend you do.

Then you have Tarak, who is almost the opposite. With a more casual outfit, and a glare that radiates from even behind the sunglasses. Glasses that are a bright orange, a contrast to the blue of his outfit, that pop and force you to look him in the eye, and then look away because how can anyone withstand the force of that stare. You have the untidy hair, that looks as if someone ran their fingers through it, clutched at it, yanked it as they had the time of their life. You have the posture of a man who should not be crossed.

Let’s make a story for them, shall we? Given the aforementioned shadiness, let’s have them under the employ of some mafia boss or Don. Under the employ of the same mafia boss or Don.

Let’s say RC grew up in this world, with family that was always involved in black market dealings. He learned at the lap of his father, and his grandfather. Money is power, and power is the only way you stay alive in this world. They lost their power, and subsequently their lives. Only thing they were smart enough to do was to keep their families hidden from the Don. RC will not make the same mistakes they did.

And let’s say Tarak grew up in the streets, an orphan who never experienced a soft touch or a kind embrace. He had to become tough or he would have been devoured by the world a long time ago. He understands the streets, the common man. He is clever, cunning. He starts pickpocketing early, and as he grows, so do his skills and reputation. He gains a reputation for being merciless, for taking on any job. Well. Almost any job. If you go to him asking to kill a kid, you’re the one who will likely lose your life.

But he is tired of being small fish. He has gained reputation, and he’s earned enough money sure, but it’s not enough. Money can run out. It can be robbed. He needs to make sure no one ever dares to lay a hand on him. He’s ruthless, and very clever. He manipulates a situation involving stealing merchandise from the local Don, or rather hires others to steal it, and then “saves” it for the Don. After all, it is far easier to steal the power from someone else than have to create it yourself.

It’s tough working his way up the group’s hierarchy. The Don trusts him, but the rest of his thugs are slightly more intelligent than Tarak expected. They are jealous of how much the Don appreciates the new comer, and hate him for how incompetent he makes the rest of them look.

Soon enough, the Don gives him his casino to manage and supervise. Cue Tarak and RC meeting.

Like we said, RC understood early that money and power always go hand in hand. What if theres a twist, and the Don RC is working for is the same one that ordered for the murder of his father? RC is gunning for the Don position, both to have the money and power, but also for revenge. The Don has no clue who he is, just that RC is well educated, and very good at balancing the books and taking care of the organization’s money. RC is in charge of the money laundering, and does it through the casino to provide a bare-bone front.

RcCand Tarak… do not get along. Tarak finds RC to be a privileged brat, who has never tasted desperation, and looks down on others. RC finds Tarak to be crass, a brute. Another brainless goon.

The one thing they agree on? The one thing they shove to the furthest corners of their brains and DO NOT examine in the middle of the night? The fact they find the other man ridiculously, unfortunately, infuriatingly hot.

Now, as we said, RC is very good with money. And Tarak is very possessive of that which he considers his. They both independently realize someone is skimming money from the organization.

What idiot thinks they are going to get away with this?

RC follows the money trail, even going so far as to plan a deliberate theft to catch the thief red-handed. It doesn’t quite go according to plan because Tarak had to pull off one of his stunts and disrupt the plan.

Except.

Well. The skimming, and the things going missing, and the shipments that are not matching the manifestos… they all started around the time Tarak joined the organization.

RC begins to keep a closer eye on Tarak. Stalking nearly gets him killed when Tarak throws him against the wall and nearly chokes him. So he decides to change his tactics. He befriends him.

Tarak, like we said is also no idiot. He realizes the same thing, as well as the fact that someone is trying to frame him. And that is probably why RC is suddenly acting all chummy. He confronts him, and they get into a huge fight that nearly comes to blows, except they stumble upon a secret safe. Full of books that match the exact amounts of money they’ve been losing.

It’s the Don. Bastard is cheating his own crew.

Neither man is happy. You don’t con your own crew. Not without severe consequences.

They also realize they are neither universally liked individually, but together could do a decent job turning the rest of the organization against the Don. So they team up, and coordinate, and plan. They play off of each other, and realize just how smart the other man is. Realize that maybe they judged too quickly, and that book covers can be deceptive.

RC is dazzled by the strategic mind hidden behind the muscles, and Tarak is mesmerized by the ruthlessness hidden behind the angelic face. They teach other. They still try to tamp down the box with all their thoughts on how hot the other man is. It is getting harder by the day. (Especially cause neither of them is particularly enthralled by the strippers in the strip club unlike the rest of the crew).

At least RC is aware of his … preferences in the type of partner he likes. Even if he tries to keep it a secret because mafia and …men like him do not mix very well. He had been careless near the start, and since then knows some of the goon leaders despise his guts for that simple fact. He does not want to risk getting the same kind of reaction from Tarak. As for Tarak, well he’s thought about it, and had a couple one-night stands but doesn’t crave it as much as the others. Its pleasurable, but also distracting, and as such not worth it. With RC though…. Tarak forces his head to get back in the game. That is a road that is certain to be a waste of time to go down.

Being the clever guys they are, their takeover goes perfectly. They had to split up, with RC confronting the Don directly at the house, while Tarak went after his most loyal lieutenants, at the docks. When the fight is over, they talk over the phone. There is a confession. Well, kind of. They both realize their feelings are not exactly something they can ignore anymore.

Tarak tells RC to stay put, he’s on his way back.

This is a story summary for an action movie though, so obviously we need a climax fight. Why not have it because RC ends up getting hit over the head by the Don’s wife and kidnapped.

Turns out, their conclusion was not exactly right. See, it was the wife, the 20-year-old trophy wife they hadn’t bothered to consider for a single second because they were dumbasses. The wife and her lover, who were slowly squirreling away money to escape the country and live happily far from this mess.

RC is almost sympathetic. Almost. When Tarak bursts in guns blazing he is not too pleased either. RC convinces him to let them leave with their lives. Not the money, obviously. So, in the end, the Don gets dealt with by his goons who are none too happy with him. The wife and lover escape fearing for their lives. And RC and Tarak take over the gang and come up with plans that are far more profitable. Incredible how things work out when the bosses are competent.

Oh and obviously, the two idiots sort out their feelings for each other eventually and jump each others bones. Or rather RC is tired of the banter and jumps Tarak. Tarak is not complaining.

They live crime-ly ever after?

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Dream a little, Dream of me...

(Part-3)

Won't you tell me what you want, bangaram?"

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.

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"I…."

What did he want? 

At this moment, for Bheem to touch him, kiss him, hold him in his arms and never let go.

And yet a part of him wanted to pull away and forget about this. 

Where would they go from here?

What if their already wounded relationship ended up suffering even more because of this? 

But Ram couldn't bring himself to just… stop. 

He had wanted this for so long, and now Bheem was with him, offering, waiting and being so, so patient. 

Ram turned around and shifted their position, now facing him. 

And Bheem, with His soft Curly hair, gorgeous eyes, gentle hands…just smiled and caressed his cheek.

Even in the barely illuminated room, he looked like a figure from some mythological story.

He couldn't drive the doubt and fear out of his heart completely, but…..he could try. 

Ram wrapped his arms around Bheem's neck.

Then gently holding his face in both his hands, he kissed him. 

It was Sweet, warm, a little awkward and oh so lovely…..

he felt as if his heart would explode with how fast it was beating. 

"You."

 He said after they broke off, breathless and dazed,

"I want you. That's all I can ask for."

And Bheem gave a fond smile, eyes shining with affection, and whispered,

"My love, I'm already yours."

Ram kissed him again.

He felt Bheem's hands moving along his back and coming to rest at the back of his head, fingers finding their way through his hair and giving them a light tug.

He moaned into the kiss, the heat of his dream returning with a fiery intensity making the line between fantasy and reality blur for a moment.

He tried to shake off the hazy fog which had suddenly invaded his brain and realized that Bheem had untied the knots of his dhoti and pushed the fabric aside. 

And because the man (he's fallen for) is a cheeky bastard, Bheem looked him in the eyes and smirked.

"Were you going to take care of this on your own?"

He feels like his face is on fire and quickly looks away. 

"Ram…."

Oh God��� 

 

There's fingers dancing around caressing his thighs and he can feel goosebumps break on his skin. 

"Tell me… won't you answer me?"

"W- What?"

"You were going to leave… to do what?"

He knows what's being implied by the question…the smug look Bheem is wearing is driving him insane…

"I - just a quick splash of water… "

"Oh? Really??"

"Yeah I.. I wasn't planning on… uh.. You know…"

There's genuine shock and then it morphs into a bemused smile. 

"Then… tell me… .what made you like this?"

Suddenly his urge to run out of the Hut is back and so are the memories of his dream.

"I…I can't- AH! "

The sudden wet and hot sensation between his legs made him forget about keeping his voice down for a moment. 

He looked down and watched Bheem take half of his cock in his mouth and then suck.

Heat pooled into his stomach and curled around him making him twitch and moan and arch his back as waves of pleasure throbbed through his body.

tbc....

 

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[fathomlessbabbling]

Smile, a Charak fic. Chapter 6: The Truth

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

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

AO3 link here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shall we, Charan?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, or never. Tarak told himself internally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You liked it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

T: Is everything alright with you two?

T: Hello?

T: Did you talk to Ram?

T: You’d better be bumping uglies!

T: Seriously tho, is everything good?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@vijayasena @kaagazkefool

[baddestbittyontheblock]

april fic recs

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lewis hamilton

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 it sounds silly by @pickingupmymercedes lewis hamilton x reader | bit of angst, self image problems, body image discussions

-reader is struggling with a self image issue and where lewis gives words of encouragement

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 lewis drabble by ^ lewis hamilton x reader

-lewis where he casually mentions in his gq interview that he has a longtime gf or wife.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 lewis blurb by ^ lewis hamilton x reader

-reader comes home drunk and Lewis reacts to seeing roscoe with those marks next morning

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 pipe down by @thef1diary lewis hamilton x fem!reader | 18+ smut, oral, fingering, reader says ‘sir’ like once, pussy obsessed lewis tbh, allusions to riding

-you were straddling lewis, stripped down to nothing but your panties.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 unexpected find by @waterlilydrops lewis hamilton x fem!reader | 18+ only, nsfw, explicit sex content, threesome f/f/m involved lewis, sex tape, reverse NTR, p in v sex, masturbation(f), slight dom/bub,spanking, dirty talk, blowjobs, mirror. If you feel uncomfortable, please exit promptly, 4k

-as you were helping lewis tide up the old apartment, you suddenly found out a video tape. however, as you inserted it into the vcr and pressed play, you realized just how interesting the content of this tape was.

lando norris

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 dad!lando blurb by @russellsppttemplates dad!lando norris x reader | fluff

-lando posting or sending his family pictures of his milk drunk babies because he thinks it is the cutest/funniest thing

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 lando blurb by ^ lando norris x reader | fluff

-reader always forgets or looses hair ties and lando noticed this so he started to always wear one on his wrist for her

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 what i'm missing by @uglyducklingofthe2000s dad!lando norris x reader | fluff

-lando comes home from a race weekend to find his wife and kids in a moment that makes him wish that he wasn’t gone so often.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 my boobs by ^ big yitties!reader x lando norris x reader

-lando loves his girlfriend's boobs and she's just got used to him in private and public, in fact half of the time others notice before she does

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 the slip up by @loveluvrs lando norris x reader

-max was streaming with lando at his place. lando drags his feet over to the stream room, sitting on a chair next to max. he was scrolling on his phone, trying to pass the time. 

carlos sainz

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 cooking up some fun with the sainz’ by @eccentricwritingbaby dad!carlos sainz jr x wife!mom!reader | fluff

-y/n sainz is a successfully famous chef with her own restaurant and ever since covid, she has been cooking on instagram live once a week. fans adore the sweet interactions between her and carlos and their little baby girl. 

tlou

ellie williams

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 ellie drabble by @elliesprettygirl ellie williams x reader | fluff

-ellie desperate for reader but reader is always acting hard to get just for their ego. but ellie doesn’t back down..

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 ellie blurb by @ourautumn86 ellie williams x fem! reader | +18 content, mdni

-she tries to shush you but you’re scratching her naked back and it feels so good…

woso

alexia putellas

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 the mountain is you by @ceesimz alexia putellas x reader

-barcelona. once a place that felt like home to you, yet now as you clamber into the back of your taxi outside of the airport, it's the same but different.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 golden key to the sweet life by ^ mom!alexia putellas x mom!reader | fluff

-there was something intoxicatingly endearing about the way alexia interacted and whole-heartedly cared for her family and friends' children.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 our sun is setting by ^ alexia putellas x reader | mentions of homophobia and grief for a parent. It's quite a heavy fic, please keep that in mind.

-"i told my mami about you today."

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 close your eyes by @ktgoodmorning alexia putellas x reader | mind-numbingly fluffy, inspired by the song "close your eyes and count to ten" by grouplove

-you and alexia take a moment to yourselves on your wedding night, soaking in your time together.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 familia by @barcaatthemoon alexia putellas x reader | fluff

-how alexia realizes that you're the one.

alessia russo

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 make yourself at home by @p0orbaby alessia russo x reader | SMUT 18+, not explicit but smut adjacent, oral (alessia receiving)

-all you want is a quiet night in with alessia, and tooney?

call of duty

simon riley

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 simon blurb by @cntloup simon riley x reader | smut

-it's safe to say simon is utterly and completely devoted to you. 

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 ghost losing his ring by @ch1n1tahwrites simon riley x reader | fluff

-he was just coming back from a long mission, awaiting to be in his wifes arms in his big comfy bed.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 tommy by @simonrileysfavteacup simon riley x reader | fluff

-he came out looking exactly like his father. he acted exactly like him. he didn’t sleep, he had nightmares too often, he loved watching telly, he wouldn’t sleep without you near him, and so much more. 

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 the next of kin by @soapybutt17 simon "ghost" riley x wife!reader, oc daughter (cassandra "cassie" riley), john price | mentions of injuries, drug consumption, slight angst, mostly fluff, 1.6k

-simon needed to update his contact information, as dodgy as he was for giving everyone even a glimpse of his private life, he did so. who would have ever thought that it would become handy after an injury left him high on painkillers and needy for his girls back home.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 like mother, like daughter by @anangelwhodidntfall  dad!simon riley x reader

-in which you and ghost have a baby girl who loves to copy your facial expressions

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 olderbf!simon by @heavenbarnes simon riley x reader | fluff

-thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

celebrities

harry styles

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 that 4am cry by @signoferoda dad!harry styles x mom!reader | fluff

-harry’s daughter has a set routine when it comes to her night time feed

✦ dividers by @cinnamoncafe, @saradika-graphics, @thecutestgrotto, @silkholland ✦

[mahi-wayy]

the lack of fics on south movies is gonna be my villan origin story.

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly roundups: prompts

Tsukihime

Smut, I want that anemic twink Shiki spitroasted by Arcueid and Ciel in some odd competitive threesome thing the two got going on

Show mercy on my soul. Femboy Akiha.

Fate/Stay Night

FGO

Smut, For as much as they want her 'spear', I think Morgan should introduce Gudako and Da Vinci to it-- that is, can we have her cock vore the two of them?

Smut, incest, Karna and Vritra team up to edge and overstim Arjuna until he cries

jeanne gets some well deserved karma for her big sister beam brainwashing .

Yknow how Nobukatsu gloats over the REAL Nobunaga saying he is nothing like his as he lays dying from the poison he gave him? Something similar but this time Mitsuhide is the target and he made sure the poison was just right that it would take a very long time for him to die as he watches Or he just stabs the guy I dunno Nobukatsu deserves to kill more people

Morgan is Bored and demands carnival rides be built in Fae Britain. Entertainment ensues.

Noncon, incest, Summer Avatoria having a soft fulfilling romance with Muramasa as people who are tied by fate thrice over. Meanwhile Summer Castoria would LOVE to stop waking up filled with cum from a man she considers ber grandfather. The downsides of sharing a body you know how it is (feel free to play it as lighthearted or fucked up as you wish)

Asclepius becomes a therapist because dear God do some of these servants (and staff) need help and somebody's gotta be the counselor.

Noncon, Elaine of Carbonek, the raging bitch who raped Lancelot and mother of Galahad, is summoned. If you thought Galahad resented his FATHER, y’all ain’t seen nothing yet. Mash has to be physically restrained when Elaine refers to her as “Junior.” (Technically, Galahad would be Galahad Jr, if Lancelot ever went by his birth name. I am an Arthuriana nerd.)

Emiya realizes that Ritsuka mission are becoming too dangerous, so he locks himself there with her, she can left whenever she wants, as long as she is able to do a simple task, with all the knowledge and weapons she gathered from her servants she must kill him, proving she has become strong enough to be the protector of humanity

Salieri gets a Summer form, where instead of being the amalgamation of the rumours of who killed Mozart, he's the amalgamation of the myths of the Maenads who tore Orpheus apart.

First Hassan and Shiki killing increasingly improbable and abstract things as a friendly contest. Escalating from “the tension in the room” to Barghest’s desire to eat her loved ones” to “Artoria’s resentment of Mordred” to “Wednesdays.”

Continuation of the Grand Carnival joke: Atalanta has to marry Kingprotea, BB is in charge of organizing wedding and the rest of the Sakura Five are bridesmaids aka have to make sure Atalanta doesn't escape.

Blackbeard, Absolute Disgusting Degenerate that he is, is well aware that his kink is not everyone else's kink, and so after finding some improperly tagged Smut or Hentai, decides to make a video about the importance of tagging, what it means, and how to do it, because tagging your shit properly means that everyone can enjoy themselves in peace, so long as they use the blacklist. (This just kinda came to me TBH, Cause Blackbeard just kinda feels like he'd take proper tagging very seriously given everything about him.)

Fun fact: "thou" and "thy" and such were actually the informal register - "you" and "your" were the fancy, polite terms. Therefore, someone should write a fic of First Hassan trying to seem hip and chill and failing catastrophically because his understanding of what counts is hundreds of years out of date.

UDK Barghest gets hired to Put out a Fire (Read: Help Melusine with her Draconic Heat). Whether it goes full smut or if it goes in a comedic non sexy route is up to the author

Smut, Yu Mei-Ren has Hella Gay Sex with her Summer Variant. (Not NTR, though I'm not sure who all would consider it such anyway since its self on self.)

One of the Draconic/Lizard Servants installs a heat lamp in their room, because if you've got a tech wizard who will do anything for you, why not? After approximately 10-ish seconds of "why didn't I think of this before" from all the other Dragon-type servants, everyone immediately rushes to said room. Ensue dogpile of like, 20 lizard people (including Oberon and Rasputin for some reason??? gotta love traits) whether this is horny or not is up to the writer.

Smut, On their big day, a bride is stressed about the whole event and is this close to calling it quits. Habetrot can't have this so obviously there's one solution: cocksleeve time!

Barghest is openly lamenting in the hallway about how she can never be close to master or anyone else she loves bc of her bestiary nature and how she wishes she could keep herself in check. Scathach hears this and goes "Say no more" and puts her in a collar leash and muzzle. She's trained dogs before

Gudako tries her hardest to be Titania for Oberon. Oberon has Opinions about this. (I'll leave it to the prompt filler if these opinions are Positive, Negative, or Mixed.)

What started as a tiny fight "for charity" between Hektor and Achilles soon turns brutal as Achilles starts to truly want to kill Hektor. Paris, Manricardo, Alexander, and even Penth try to step in to stop him

Some asshole tries to threaten Guda only for them to reply and I quote "I'm not scared of Death, we have Tea on the weekends" Smash cut to them actually having tea with King Hassan, Eresh and Shiki. Whether Guda got hurt or not by the threatener ill leave up to the author.

How did Mel get access to Nemos aircraft carrier? Mysteriously kiss-covered Nemos refuse to answer (Note: all of em are adults)

Fun fact: Sastoria's NP is most effective against Summer Hokusai as she is both Chaotic, Divine, and a Threat to Humanity. Sooooo one-sided jealousy where Sastoria hates Saber Hokusai and Hokusai can't figure out why

Because I don't think we'll see him this summer. What summer side adventure is Kadoc doing? Who with him is you to the author.

Melusine's dragon nature means she likes building a hoards of all the things precious to her. now that she feels comfortable in Chaldea she can't help but gather all the people she likes to cuddle together with in bed with. Who ends up in her cuddle pile is up to y'all

Vlad is talked into going on a boat ride to relax. Everyone on the boat is very uncomfortable with this

Anything involving Ritsuka having extreme mommy issues

so Chloe's whole... thing... is "justified" in-universe as she needs magic to stay stable, so she gets it by doing... that. Ergo, I want to see something where she's summoned in Chaldea and thus hooked up to a stable magic supply, so she doesn't have to do that anymore and gets to actually Process and maybe just Be A Kid instead.

Other

I kinda just wanna say “Galehaut” and watch what the Fate fandom does with the idea of the half-giant king that only didn’t overthrow Camelot because he wanted to bone Lancelot. So I will.

Kinks are known to suddenly appear and develop with age, so: Older version of a servant helping unlock a kink for their younger self

can we get some consensual hypnokink content, perhaps? maybe someone has a kink for being hypnotized and wants so badly to hand over control for a little bit, or they're nervous about performing well during sex and just want to be more assured in themselves! how and why it's done is up to the author/artist as well as the characters, so long as there is consent established!

[ronaldofandom]

Reading my own old fics kinda night….😂

[astrafangs]

New regulars

"Hello!"

Bheem: "Hello miss! How can I help you?"

You: "A bird flew into my side mirror, could you please try and fix it?"

Bheem: "I'll just take a good look at it, don't worry."

Bheem: "Pidgeons are really clumsy birds arent they?"

*Wink*

*You begin to blush as your heart made a leap*

Bheem: Woah! That's such a big crack, it's even gotten off the hinge! I'll get you some new ones in no time."

Bheem methodically and patiently went off to pick out two brand new shiny backmirrors.

"Do you think these will look good?"

The pair was round but smaller at the tips and almost in a teardrop shape, they were colored black, a perfect fit for your blue bike.

You: "I love them, these will look just perfect!"

*Bheem gives you a proud grin and he continues fixing your bike*

*You look down at your feet*

*You twirl with your hair as you see the strong man attend to your vehicle with his care and expertise*

///

*Half an hour later*

Bheem: "All done! I hope they please you.

You: "Hmm, I still see something there, is that a scratch?"

*You couldn't just leave him yet*

*Bheem felt over the spot with his finger*

Bheem: "But there isn't anything there?"

You: "Oh, just please look a bit closer."

*Bheem glances up at you puzzled, then back again to the bike*

*Brows furrowing*

*Your heart races*

*You can't wait any longer, lifts his face*

*Kisses-his-cheek*

*The light press of your lips makes his upset face light up and his eyes grow big.*

*Hand still on his cheek*

*His face turns redder and hotter than the sun and his eyes shimmer like two rainbow beetles*

*Mouth open in an o just like a small child would*

You: "I think it's all fixed up now."

You sneak in some paper bills into his pocket and take your bike from his stunned hands before if falls over.

*As he hears the motor start spinning he comes to his senses*

Bheem: "Wait, don't leave! When can I see you again?"

*Already having left him in the dust you yell back*

"When I need saving from the pidgeons again!!"

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The idea for this story came from @kaagazkefool and @gifseafins, will make a part two soon😆😊😊

####❤️‍🩹🏍:@ronaldofandom @kaagazkefool @fangirlshrewt97 @ladydarkey @stanleykubricks @ssabriel @burningsheepcrown @milla984 @minusculetony @carminavulcana @rambheemlove @ramcharantitties @ramcharanobsessed @jjwolfesworld @ronika-writes-stuff @umbrulla @yehsahihai @teddybat24 @badtabbywhitecat @gifseafins @mesimpleone @boochhaan

[bheemaxrama]

y’ALL SHLD READ THIS FIC IT’S INCREDIBLE!! 🥳🥰💗🤩🔥🌞😈🥹

Just like the first fic I posted here on Tumblr, the VVR one.

The moment I regain access to AO3, this fic will receive a "deluxe version", with the addition of poetry, images and gifs, as well as its respective Portuguese version !

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Fanfic: The Master of the Casino Chapter 1: Tarak Rama Rao

Chapter 2: Ram Konidela

If there was one certainty the Ram had in life, it's that he definitely shouldn't have come on this trip.

But his friends eventually convinced him. Saying it would be the perfect celebration. And in a way they were right.

As Bokkala Kumar, one of Ram's best friends, who ended up being the organizer of the whole trip, said…

-Las Vegas is an amazing destination. -Far enough from home. -And perfect for having fun without the constant supervision of the family. -And with an almost endless variety of fun, even the Ram can have fun !

And everyone laughed at that statement. Ram's personality was a constant joke between them. They knew he really didn't want to go. That Ram was never given to travel, parties or large gatherings.

But Ram agreed with his friends this time. They were definitely right ! Everyone deserved a rest after so many college assignments and exams.

Las Vegas was the place to be. And Las Vegas turned out to be an amazing place for everyone. The lights were almost blinding they were so strong and bright. The sounds, the smells, everything was wonderful. And the limousine that Bokkala rented so that everyone could tour the city, just completed the spectacle that trip had become.

Then the limousine stops in front of an extremely luxurious building with an incredible 60 floors. But Ram couldn't help but laugh when he saw the name of the casino his friend chose.

-Casino Hyderabad ? -Serious ?

Trust Bokkala Kumar to cross the ocean, for the sole purpose of gambling, drinking, running away from home and having fun, and yet choosing a place that references India itself.

And Ram knew that whoever decorated that place was definitely a fan of S.S. Rajamouli. It was like being inside Baahubali's palace. In fact, if Ram wasn't miscalculating, and he never was ! That casino had the same layout as the throne room in the movie.

Gigantic columns divided the space into three rooms, with a central corridor flanked by a row of slot machines.

In the space where princes and generals would sit, luxurious Poker, Baccarat and Three Card Poker tables.

The left and right sides of the columns were true mirrors of each other.

Roulette, Blackjack, and many other tables mingled harmoniously with electronic games of all kinds, as well as several arcade machines.

And on both sides, at the end of the casino's side spaces, bars built in the same architecture as the flying boat shown in the film, making the whole place something grand and magnificent.

The central corridor, which in the film would serve to take people to the throne, in the casino, performed the same function.

The corridor directs you to several replicas of all the thrones shown in the film, in an area free for photographs, where people could feel part of that history.

Behind the thrones was a grand staircase, and on either side of it, luxurious elevators, all of which had the same function, taking them to the upper floors where the nightclub was located, as well as the rooms available for rent.

But the most impressive thing about it all was a kind of box made of mirrors that projected over the thrones, and that seemed to be supported only by steel cables that came from the ceiling.

And Ram was willing to bet anything that the casino's security center worked inside that mirrored box, because if those mirrors were like the mirrors found in police stations, whoever was in that room would have a 180 degree view of the entire casino.

While Ram was gaping, admiring the place. He noticed Bokkala looking at him expectantly.

-Okay, you did well, good choice. -Happy now ?

-The introverted genius praising me ? -Of course ! -And now the best part, LET'S ENJOY !!!!

And at first they were having a lot of fun together. Betting on slot machines. Acting like kids in the arcade hall. And taking pictures like real pre-teens.

But in a short time each one ended up going to one side. Seeking amidst that spectacle, his own entertainment.

And that's when things started to go wrong for the Ram. When he found himself alone and started wandering the halls of the casino… When he found himself alone and in front of Black Jack's table… When he found himself alone and with no one to stop his mathematical mind from working…

There were no secrets in Black Jack for Ram. At least, not for a mind like his. And hand after hand, the Ram always won !

He'd seen enough movies about casinos to know this could go terribly wrong. But Ram just couldn't stop.

The emotion of every bet… The ecstasy felt with each victory… Everything acted like drugs on Ram's system. He quickly became addicted to these feelings. And the ecstasy those emotions gave her.

And because of this euphoria, Ram did not realize when a security guard declared in a loud voice:

-This table is closed !

Nor the danger that phrase represented for him, until two security guards grabbed him by the arms and took him into an elevator.

On the way, Ram tried to reason with the guards. Explain what was going on. Looking around in an attempt to find his friends. But all actions were in vain.

And the moment the elevator doors closed, Ram knew he was likely to be killed. And he just hoped the casino would tell his friends where his body would be dumped…

The moment the elevator doors opened he was pushed with such violence that Ram ended up losing his balance.

And Ram found himself lying at someone's feet. Slowly he raised his eyes. Gradually bringing to mind the image of the most handsome man Ram had ever seen in his life.

And before he could realize it, his face was covered in an intense shade of red.

-Hello boy !

And that man's voice, awakening in Ram all kinds of desire…

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End of Chapter 2

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And no, I haven't started chapter 3 yet. I said I was going to hold this one off for a while until I started the third one, but my curiosity to know what you would think of this chapter spoke louder.

I overreacted with the description of the casino, so sorry !

For those who don't remember, the throne room in Baahubali that served as a model was this one 👇

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[bheemaxrama]

The Prince and his Tiger by veteran_fanperson

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42486075

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: RRR (2022) Rating: Mature Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ram Charan/Jr NTR | N. T. Rama Rao Jr. Characters: Ram Charan, Jr NTR  Additional Tags: AU - Bodyguard, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship

Summary:

Alternate Universe: Charan is a young and upcoming movie star. Tarak is his jaded ex-military bodyguard.

Charan gets mobbed at an event. Tarak takes care of him. Fluffy, self indulgent, a little smutty.

Note: this fic and its other series?? AMAZING!! <333 I know RPF isn’t everyone’s cup of tea (it is mine idontmind) ;3