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tellywoodtrash · 4 years ago

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Hi TTji, here I am with more TV digest. SP: MHRW - Amma replaced by new actor with HECK LOT foundation to 'darken' her and Raghav is TPDBD. Same plot (luck again FL, ML taking badla, FL turns innocent, ML being savior) in a loop. YRKKH - Sensible for time being. Sirat's ex is in picture. Kartik & Sirat have healthy convos. Obv Rhea is dying to break the marriage and grab most wanted Munda for herself. SNS - Most sensible leads as of yet? The show still remembers she wants education??? [1/4]

Aksjdlsakjdlskajdlskajldkjslj TPDBD has truly entered myyyyy daily vocabulary as well. It’s such an amazingggggg acronymmmm. Fitteh muh on these fucking ppl who can’t just hire one actual dark skinned actress. I hate this show without even watching it because of everything it stands for. It offends me on a personal level. 🤬🤬🤬

Ofc YRKKH mein abhi bhi shaadi ka silsila jaari hi hai. Ouff, India ke wedding industry ko iss ek hi couple ne kaayam rakha hua hai. 🤑🤑🤑

SNS ke baare mein I never cared, and I never will. 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

YHC - Not Chaahat, only mystery and horror like Aahat. FL attempting to expose villains but ML blind cuz it's his true mum and step bro. Anu - Overdramatically yet sensibly depicting divorce and it's ripple effects on fam (kisses for healthy maa-beta & saas-bahu jodi). SM - Preeti is replaced by Nupur from MJHT. KT pretends to be good friend Keertan and shitty rich dude KT to Nu-*cough* Mohi/Preeti. Idk abt the kids. Imlie - Malini reacts normally seeing Imlie wear her sindoor. Finally [2/4]

NO CHAAHAT, ONLY AAHAT 🤣🤣🤣

Anupama, SM, aur Imlie reiterating the life lesson ki pyaari beheno, zindagi mein kuch bhi karo, parrr shaadi mat karo, saaaaalon tak siyaapa hi siyaapa hai. Just be single, have awesome friends and pets, aur mazze ke life jiyo.

SAAKK - FL thinks ML in love with ex. ML clears the air, tells *cough* yells I LOVE YOU DAMNIT *oh wait that was another show* but same and FL is like WOAH. PANDYA - No one realises the DISASTER getting FL forcibly married to her beloved's brother (who marries his own lover) cuz now she gotta live in the same house with her beloved but as his bhabhi? ANNS - The blind ML has been the most aware ML in ITV history. Understands to-be-wife being slighted and flips shit! Next is Zee, Sony & Colors

SAAKK ki incredibly cute FL is stuck in such a michmichi-inducing (for me) show ke mera dillllllllllllll dukhta hai. Koi isko aur GHKPM ke Sai ko bas foreign bhej do where they can do padhaai and become their best selves without being distracted by boy troubles. Sahi kehte hain desi maa-baap, padhai ke waqt ladkon ke chakkaron mein nahi padna chahiye, warna poori zindagi kharaab ho jaati hai. Abhi dekh bhi liya.

Pandya mein seeing Sonakshi from KHKT ki bitchy choti behen be one abla bechaari, and Nazar show waali achchi behen being a hellraising chantomayi is giving me whiplash. Beech mein bechaare bhaiyya-bhaabi jabaran phasein, who kinda deserve it coz honestly wtf were they thinking forcing this bloody shaadi no one wanted. 🙄🙄🙄

ANNS ka hero is wholesome bean but ouff the FL’s family (???? is it even her family? Or her sister’s sasuraal or some shit in which case, phew.) Anyway kaafi off-brand Gauri Kumari Sharma vibes mil rahe mujhe FL se toh I can’t somehow get into it yet. 😐😐😐

ZEE. Kumkum - Pragya asking fam members to help her (Abhi in jail) Rhea (the twin who hates Pragya) agrees. Kundali - Preeta has her hair perfect in jail while ML tries to fix shit. Jindri - Locking wife in room is the new way of showing love. Katti Batti - shit show from promo so no info (total biwi#1 when she should be dumping his dumb ass). Rest IDK, the plots above my head. SONY. 7 1/2 - The show has bad prod quality for some reason. Not watching. (need more space for next so see you in #5)

Yeh poora ka poora ZEE channel hi nahi chahiye mereko. Nothing on it has appealed to me since Qubool Hai and I highly doubt anything ever will. Bleargh. 🤢🤢🤢

Yeh 7 1/2 kaunsa show hai Sony pe??????? 🤔🤔🤔

KUDCA - FL runs away from marrying Veer. He hires fake bride (turns out it is FL who was briefly reunited with her bff who is now kothewaali). COLORS. Namak - Always abusive ML (can't act) now in love with FL (can act) and his family is shitty, as usual. Pinjra - Makers pulled a Main Na Bhoolungi. SSK - archaic shit is back. Shakti - ML post plastic surgery trying to convince FL that he is ML. Fans hate new actor btw. BB - Kid topped, so going to hostel? Bawara Dil - TOXIC SHIT!!! Love, Baby J

KUDCA ka main kya hi boloon, whole thing sounds like a clusterfuck.

Namak is such a weird mindfuck of a show, beech mein kuch kaala jaadoo type bhi hain. ML nafrat se pyaar tak pohunch gaya lekin majaal ho jo uske chehre pe shikan tak aaye. Someone explain to me why that Nazar waali daayan ki character is the mom to two of the ladies (who are easily in their 30s, yet mummy looks younger......... Must be all the kaala jaadoo), but everyone calls her didi, including her daughters??? Also why do these two families live together???? Why does this show exist in general??????////

Pinjra waali shaayad na bhoolegi but I sure forgot this show exists. Thank god for my brain just filtering out the info it doesn’t want and being like sorry 404, page not found. Saves me a lot of rage.

SSK mein I just need to know what new species Simar (or choti Simar, or whoever) is gonna metamorphize into. May I suggest a cow, since that’s the only animal that gets any respect and protection in this country these days.

The way I gaspeddddddddddddddd when I saw OG Anurag Basu backkkkkkkkkk??????// Bhai is on what virgin-blood-drinking regimen ki he still looks exact same???? Sir pls to share sekrits.

Bawara Dil - First I’m ever hearing of this show, and thus, I really dgaf.

#baby j ka weekly recap digest #jalebi-weds-bluetooth #tt answers

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years ago

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Title: Kismet {4}

Henry Cavill x Famous OFC Aliya Taylor

Warning: Plot Heavy, Slow Burn, Mild Cursing, Flirtation, LOTS OF DIALOUGE

Words: 4k

Summary: Aliya is a singer turned model turned actress. Since she was fifteen, she’s been creating her empire in the entertainment world. As the daughter of a famous fashion model/designer and Hollywood director, you’d think life is easy for her, but her past has been anything but easy. Due to past trauma, she’s forever changed and no longer trusts any man that is not in her family and a select few in her team. She’s sworn off love and serious relationships and has planned never to fall again, but love isn’t something that can be planned. It just happens when it’s meant to. Can Aliya outrun a love that seems hellbent on holding tight to her, a love that is Kismet?

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-Aliya-

You were groggy, and you knew why. Once you got in from your impromptu date, you were so aroused you had to immediately jump into the shower. You’d hoped the water would have helped alleviate the situation, but your multi rainfall showerheads only made your body more sensitive and hungry. So after as much resisting as humanly possible (two minutes), you decided to take care of it yourself. The only problem was once wasn’t enough, twice barely took the edge off, and by the time you made it to your fourth attempt, you were minimally appeased and still thinking about the man with the captivatingly blue eyes that were as deep as the ocean itself.

Sleep was not even an option, so you snuggled in bed wrapped in his sweater that cocooned you with his scent—a scent that you already loved. When you went through your phone, you nearly rolled out of your bed when you saw the four additions he’d added to your gallery. The four selfies were perfection. The lighting was on point, and each and every one of the photos showed how gorgeous he was. He had no bad angles, the sun loved him, the night loved him, and you were sure the rain, snow, sleet, and wind would too. No man should have that amount of gorgeousness. It wasn’t fair.

After spending way too much time gawking at his pictures, you found the pictures he’d had most likely have seen. When you looked through them, you wanted to die. The pictures definitely didn’t leave much to the imagination. You wondered what he’d thought when he saw them or even if he had to do a little self-gratification when he saw them or even when he got home. For some reason, you’d wanted him to have been overcome with desire for you, even though you weren’t sure just what the hell you were doing.

As you sat at your table with your friends for brunch, you tried to ignore the flashes of cameras from the tables within sight of yours. It wasn’t something anyone ever got used to. You always felt like you had to be “on.”

“It feels like it’s been years since we talked,” Amaya whined out as she gripped yours and Alicia’s hand. She was the dramatic one.

“I know. It’s crazy how dependent we are on our cellphones,” you added.

“Leece filled me in and told me everything,” Amaya began. She dropped her jaw and bugged her eyes for emphasis.

“Everything?”

“Yep, now for you to continue,” Amaya steered.

You groaned and exaggeratedly rolled your eyes. “I’m too hungry for this,” you whined as you flipped through the menu. You were starving enough to eat the entire menu.

“Welcome to Blue Café. My name is Will. What can I get you guys?”

The waiter in a blue apron had a great smile and an even better head of curls. He definitely could have been a model.

“I want something heavy. I drank a lot last night. Hmm, the split pea soup to begin, a cheeseburger with the works except for onions and mushrooms. Very well done, please and to drink ummm, a strawberry and mint lemonade,” you listed.

“All right, and you, ladies?”

Your friends ordered as you checked your phone to find Henry calling. It was at this moment you realized he’d programmed himself into your phone even with an ID pic. He’d really gotten comfortable with it. The amusement of his boldness had you smiling to yourself.

“So?”

Amaya’s voice had you putting your phone down after dimming the screen to give them your attention.

“We had dinner,” you blandly announced.

“So, you actually stayed.”

Nodding to Alicia’s inquiry, you continued. “I did. He said if after drinks and appetizers I couldn’t stand him, then I could go.”

“I guess you could stand him,” Amaya sarcastically slid in. You knew just what she was implying.

“Guess so.”

“How’d he look?”

Your smile spread before you could stop it. “Amazing, gorgeous. I have no words for how beautiful this man is,” you practically screeched as you tried to wipe the stupid grin off your face. It was too late to, though, they’d already seen it, and you knew they were judging.

“He’s not a piece of meat, Liya,” Alicia sarcastically chastised.

“Uggh, are you sure because I’d say he’s prime grade A man steak,” you said. As soon as the words were out, your friends laughed loudly, bringing the attention of those around you. Even though you tried not to, you had to laugh as well.

“He is fine. I’ve seen his movies. God him in spandex for Superman did it for me,” Amaya confessed.

You didn’t blame her, that man in spandex would do it for any woman.

“How was the conversation?”

Practicing some etiquette, you cleared your throat and sat back. “Good. Flowing, no awkward pauses except the stares and dirty thoughts that had me sweating like a horny teenager.”

Amaya snorted then fanned herself. “It would happen to me too.”

“How was he?”

Alicia always knew how to ask the right questions. You were convinced it was her superpower. You thought back to Henry’s smile and demeanor last night, and that had you smiling. “Eh-em, he was the perfect gentleman. He opened doors, pulled out chairs, was respectful to the servers, courteous, mannerable—he was good.”

The two of them exchanged looks that said this questioning wasn’t anywhere close to finished.

“What happened after dinner?

“We went for drinks.”

“Ooh, an extended first date,” Amaya sing songed.

“Eh, this wasn't a date. It was an exchange of phones,” you clarified.

“Did you get your phone?”

“I did, after the bar. Turns out, he looked through it and saw my semi-nude,” you announced.

“Which one?”

After showing them the picture, they giggled. “Oh, the suggestive nude, nude,” Alicia joked as she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, now I’m weirded out. Not because I was pretty much naked but because he saw me pretty much naked and--.”

“—There is nothing between you now, and that makes it much harder to ignore because you want to rip his clothes off,” Alicia filled in like the mind-reading Aliya whisperer she was.

You rapidly nodded with your eyes widened; she got it. your laugh slipped out, and it made you feel like a raving lunatic. “Oh my god, this man has invaded me.”

“Sounds sexy,” Amaya said.

“It’s not,” you flatly corrected.

“It can be if you let it,” Alicia suggested.

You rolled your eyes again and fiddled with your phone. “Guys, he’s juggling two women.”

“You don’t know that,” Amya blurted out, the first to come to his defense.

“Explain two women blowing up his phone daily for a week and a half. Explain that. As a woman, I am not going to blowing up any man’s phone like that unless I’m sleeping with him.”

You looked between them and watched as they both came up with their defenses.

“That could be anything. Sisters,” Amaya suggested.

“He has no sisters, four brothers.”

“Brother’s wives?”

You narrowed your eyes and gave them the “do I look stupid” look, but they continued.

“Assistants, he is an actor,” Amaya added.

After kissing your teeth in the loudest way possible, you rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

“Ask him,” Alicia advised.

“For what? There is no reason to. We are nothing to each other,” you concluded.

The two of them sat there quietly, looking at you as if you were a bold face liar. You didn’t care. It was your truth.

“When you got home, did you touch yourself?”

Your jaw dropped as you gaped at her. “Shut up!”

“Oh my god!” Amaya’s loud ass mouth brought all the eyes. You had to cover your face as they obnoxiously laughed at you.

“Enough. We’re done rehashing this,” you grumbled.

“Wait, one last thing. During dinner, did you ever get the impression that he couldn’t wait for it to be over or that this may be all about a conquest?”

You knew what she was doing. Amaya was not as slick as she thought she was. You rolled your eyes again and sighed before you answered. “No.”

“Okay.”

That was all she came back with as if her hypothesis needed no further defense. They always ganged up on you, and it was clear where they stood in this new situation, and it wasn’t with you.

Shopping followed your brunch, but that was cut short by the paparazzi hounding you after the third store you emerged from. Someone must have dropped the tip to bring them. It was a madhouse and an immediate good time killer. The three of you had to alternate your plan for a day of fun and finished it out with a drive to Santa Monica to enjoy the boardwalk. All in all, it turned out to be a really chill day, one that you’d needed more than you knew.

By the time you got back to your house, it was nearing six. Once in front of your door, your jaw dropped seeing a jaw-dropping floral arrangement sitting there. You didn’t know who it was from, but you had your suspicions. It took some strength, but you managed to get it inside to your kitchen. With it on the counter, you just stared at it. Under the light, it was even more beautiful than outside. After admiring the display for a few moments, you pulled the card from between the leaves and petals then read it.

-Aliya,

I hope this finds you well. I had a great time last night, and it was because you trusted me enough to give me time to prove why I deserve your time. Hopefully, this is just the first of many dates.

-Henry-

What started as a straight face turned to a small smile, which led to a full-on elated, goofy grin. He was unpredictable for sure and so damn polite. Damn the British; you thought as you buried your nose in the bouquet. You moaned and inhaled the aroma of flowers that looked like they’d cost a pretty penny. He was definitely working overtime, that was for sure. The question you had now was what exactly did he want.

Sighing, you took out your phone and opened up your messages prepared to shoot him a quick thank you text. With your finger hovering over one of the letters in your keyboard, you sighed again, feeling the overwhelming urge to call instead. After putting it on speaker, you sat in the barstool and waited two rings until Henry’s deep voice filled your kitchen.

“Hello?”

Your belly did backflips.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Hi. How are you?”

“Good.”

You were desperately trying to recover from the unexpected reaction his voice had.

“Glad to hear it. I called you earlier.”

“Uh—I must have missed it. I was catching up with some friends.”

“Okay,” he replied.

Silence fell between you as each of you waited for the other to speak.

“Um, I wanted to call and thank you,” you began.

“For what?”

“The flowers I’m looking at. They’re incredibly beautiful.”

“Do you like them? The florist said the day after flowers should be subtle and sincere rather than flashy or extravagant,” Henry explained.

You smiled wider as you checked the mental box for him being considerate.

“Well, the florist knows what she’s talking about. They are perfect; you chose well.”

“Good. I’m glad you like them.” He sounded like he was smiling as widely as you were.

“How do you know where I live?”

He paused for a few moments before he spoke. “I had your phone for twelve days. I probably know more about you than most of the world.”

Those could have been the creepiest words you’d heard in a long time, and it was like your head was trying to figure out if you should take it as a red flag or laugh.

“Have I freaked you out?”

The way he said it sounded like he was finding amusement in it. You snorted and shook your head.

“Why would you say that? Just because you went through my phone and figured out where I lived to send flowers? No, isn’t that what normal men do?”

Henry’s laugh followed your words, and it drastically did away with any awkward tension that was in the air.

“With you saying it out loud, I can see how you’d be freaked.”

“To be honest, my initial reaction was shock, and then, strangely enough, it went away like this was everyday life,” you explained.

“I’m really not trying to freak you out; I promise,” Henry pressed.

“Then what are you trying to do exactly?”

The silence returned, and you wondered if he would even answer the question.

“Right now—I’m trying to ask you to have dinner with me tonight.”

You put your head on the cold granite of your counter and sighed out.

“We just had dinner last night.”

“I’m told, based on human physiology, we actually have to eat three or more meals a day in order to sustain,” Henry explained.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Don’t shoot the messenger.”

You smiled again and rested your chin in your palms.

“Don’t you have things to do?”

“I might, but I don’t care. I’d like to have dinner with you instead.” His conviction was so damn sexy. He wasn’t shy about professing his wants.

“What if I have work to do and can’t shrug it off like you, Superman?”

“I’m sure you can if you want to. Guess that’s the question. Do you want to? I take it you’re a woman who does what she wants when she wants no matter what. I doubt scheduling conflicts could keep you away from a dinner with someone you wanted to be at dinner with. Do you want to?”

He probably did well in school with debate. He spoke beautifully and had a way with words.

“I’m going to be at Taylor’s Steakhouse in Koreatown at nine tonight. I’ll wait until nine-thirty. Hopefully, I see you there,” Henry said before he hung up.

Pressing your fingertips to your eyes, you groaned loudly. “Oh my god!”

You stared at the flowers again and toyed with the petal of one of the blush-colored roses. The debate of the night wasn’t if you wanted to go or not. It was if you should or not.

By the time you were dressed, it was close to eight forty-five. You were sitting in your closet in front of the mirror, still trying to convince yourself to go.

“It’s no big deal, Aliya. It’s food, drinks, nothing more.”

Your words sounded sure, but your face looked anything but.

“Then why did you put so much effort in if it’s no big deal?”

You sat there going back and forth with yourself like a crazy person. For every pro, you had you quickly came up with a con. It was endless. When your phone rang, you expected it to be Henry but were relieved when you saw it was your grandmother.

“Oh my goodness, Gramaw. How did you know I needed you?”

“I felt your distress. What’s wrong?”

“I have a date, but I don’t know if I should go,” you blurted out.

“Date with who?”

She sounded shocked, and you didn’t blame her. It had been years since you’d spoken to anyone about a man, let alone a date. You spent the next ten or so minutes explaining everything to her, not leaving out one bit of information. You needed her to understand the situation now and give you the best advice.

“Wow,” she uttered.

“Yep.”

“Why exactly are you debating going? It sounds like this has been decided for you.”

“Uggh! Fate. I hate fate.”

Your Gramaw laughed at you. She was one of those old souls who firmly believed in fate, destiny, and all the hoopla around it. You, on the other hand, had been disenchanted by it all.

“Why do you hate fate?”

“It’s always been hanging around me,” you whined. Again she laughed.

“Oh honey, this is the first time fate has been anywhere near you. Other times has been sheer coincidence.”

“So, you think this is fate.” You’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t flashed across your mind. It had, but you would never admit that out loud.

“It’s not for me to say. What do you think?”

“I think this is very unwelcomed. I think I don’t have the time or the energy for this. I think I don’t want these feelings. I think—I’ve never felt anything like this. I think--e’s beautiful,” you finished with a sigh.

“What is it that you want to do?”

You groaned because if you knew the answer to that, you wouldn’t have been calling her. You cursed and dropped back onto the floor to lay there until you’d gotten your shit together.

By the time you got to Taylor’s, you were late. You were always late. The time on your phone said he would be leaving in fifteen minutes if he hadn’t just gotten fed up and left already.

“Welcome to Taylor’s I’m Kimmie. Do you have a reservation?”

“Um—well, I’m meeting someone here.”

“Okay. What’s the party’s name?”

You looked around, making sure no one was watching then leaned closer. “Henry,” you whispered.

“Ha, yes, he did mention he was expecting someone. I should have put two and two together. He’s a celebrity, and you’re a celebrity. Duh,” she rambled. You didn’t know if she was anxious, nervous, or if it was her normal thing. She cleared her throat and spoke again.

“Right this way.”

It was like she was a completely different person. You followed her through the restaurant taking note of the exits. She lead you through a set of double wooden doors that led to a whole separate side of the restaurant. This area had its lights dimmed a little lower and looked more secluded. As you approached the table, you saw him sitting near a window sipping a drink. He looked nervous; it was adorable. You couldn’t help but smile. It was then he looked your way, and the moment it sank in, you saw him release a breath as if he’d been holding it the whole time.

“Enjoy your evening,” Kimmie muttered. It was then you realized you’d been standing in front of him, not saying one word.

“You came.” He sounded surprised.

“I’m sorry, I’m late. My Gramaw called, and I got caught up in conversation.” It wasn’t a lie per se. You didn’t need to tell him she had to talk you off the ledge.

Henry stood and walked to the seat diagonal from him. “It’s okay,” Henry began pulling out the seat for you. You sat and allowed him to push it in for you. “Truth be told, I would have waited past nine-thirty,” He whispered into your ear, giving you a hint of his cologne and what he was drinking in that glass. Bourbon. As he walked back to his seat, you tried to keep your thirst under control.

“Thank you.”

“You look very fetching,” Henry added.

“Fetching? Oh, the English gentleman is shining through tonight I see.”

Henry smiled widely, showing off his perfect teeth. “I’m always a gentleman.”

“Thank you. You look very striking,” you countered. He began blushing, and that blush had a shiver rushing through you.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes.”

“Got a chill did you?” You could hear the cocky in his voice. The man had every reason to be.

“Sure did. This is pretty impressive,” you said, motioning to your surroundings.

“You’ve never been?”

“No. I don’t venture out a lot. I find four or five restaurants I like and stick with them.”

“So not so adventurous, huh,” Henry surmised.

“I’m too busy really.”

“Ah, the life of a mogul,” Henry teased.

“I am no mogul.”

“I think you are, someone important,” Henry concluded.

“Oh, I think there is more to the definition than that.”

“Maybe you’re right. What do you call yourself?”

“Aliya,” you joked.

“Cute.”

“Thanks for noticing, you teased. “I don’t think of myself the way others seem to think of me.”

“Welcome to Taylor’s. I’m Sam. I’ll be your waiter. Can I start you guys off with drinks?”

“I’m ahead of you by one, catch up,” Henry said, raising his glass.

“Um, how about a Negroni?”

“Coming up,” Sam said before he walked away.

“Another Guinness?”

“No, Bourbon,” Henry corrected. The way he said it sound so prime and proper. He sounded better than James Bond himself.

“Oh, Bourbon man too?”

“Tell me,” Henry urged as he sat back in his seat.

“Bourbon dry, hmmm. Only rich men drink it like that. Or men who come from money. They say the ice ruins the flavor of it, so they prefer to have it the way it’s intended. You’re sophisticated, fun, intelligent, and you value honesty and things right between the eyes. You don’t like games, and always know what you want. You might even be difficult and used to getting your own way and don’t know what to do when someone goes against it.”

His smile was so telling. You’d gotten it completely right.

“I do like getting my way,” he confirmed.

“I know.”

“What about you?”

“I usually get what I want. I’ve never had anyone not give me what I want,” you said. Henry laughed loudly.

“I bet.”

“What does that mean?”

“Sadly, men do not know how to go against a pretty face,” Henry clarified.

You stifled your laugh, letting out only a snort. “So that’s all you see when you look at me? A pretty face?”

The waiter came back just in time with your drinks. Henry looked speechless. He asked if you guys were ready to place your orders, but neither of you had even looked at the menu. When he left promising to be back in a little while, Henry spoke.

“I’m sorry if I offended you. I didn’t mean to.”

“I’m not offended,” you said before you sipped your drink and moaned as the flavors filled your mouth. “This is good.”

“When I look at you, I don’t see a pretty face.”

“Oh no? So my face is ugly?”

“No!” He cleared his throat, then began again. “You’re very beautiful.”

“So just a pretty face then.”

He looked so flustered you wanted to bust out laughing. The longer you continued this teasing, you knew you’d end up laughing in his face. It was cute how panicked he looked.

“Aliya, you are drop-dead gorgeous. There is no lie about that, no mistaking it or looking past it. When I look at you, I see something I’m drawn to. There is something about you, this aura. I get the sense that you’re down to Earth, kind, smarter than anyone knows and deeply a good person.”

As you sipped your drink again, you smiled on the glass. He had a way with words for sure.

“You are good under pressure.”

“Was that a test?”

You shrugged with a smile on your face. “ If it was, you passed.”

Again Henry laughed and shook his head; he didn’t look angry though.

Throughout dinner, the conversation never stopped. You talked about everything from his family to acting and the experiences you both had in the industry. The longer you talked, the more you realized you had plenty of things in common. You laughed at all his jokes, but not because you felt like you had to, he was genuinely funny. Every time he spoke, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of his mouth, which led you to look at his neck and the peeks of hair on his chest. Your fingers tingled from the want to touch. You could listen to him talk all night. It was an exciting revelation, and you were interested in what other revelations you’d have before the night was through.

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milasartblog · 4 years ago

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Nazeel meets Archie (part 1)

Disclaimer: this story happened during 2 years timeskip. After 2 years, they will already know each other. Hope you will enjoy the story^^

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Another weekend arrived for our crew, which signaled them about taking a rest from busy days. Anoli, Chris, Liya and Axel as usual took this time to spend with each other while leaving Lucifer to take care of Nazeel. Unfortunately, Michael couldn't join him as he got new stuff to deal in Heaven. Well, it didn't cancel anything as Nazeel was finishing doing homeworks for next week. Meanwhile Lucifer just turned on the console, while Sona was sleeping peacefully in his bed.

Lucifer: Nazeel, how is homework doing?

Nazeel: I finished it!

Lucifer: Cool. Want to play?

Nazeel: Sure!

With smile he ran to Lucifer and together they turned on the game. For couple of minutes they were playing silently till Nazeel decided to speak.

Nazeel: Umm, uncle Lucifer?

Lucifer: Mm?

Nazeel: During camping you once mentioned that you also have a pet, a dog.

Lucifer: That's right. And so?

Nazeel: Ummm, I didn't want to ask you about it when momma was here, but....may I ask you to show you the pet?

Lucifer was surprised by such question.

Lucifer: Are you sure you want it, pal? My pet is not like your Sona.

Nazeel: Really?

Lucifer: Yep. He is huge and can be suspicious to strangers.

Nazeel: Even to children?

Lucifer: Weeeell....if they behave well, then he will be kind.

He looked at Nazeel and surprised as Nazeel's eyes sparkled from excitement.

Lucifer: Don't tell me that even after this you still want to see him. What will Anoli say about it?

Nazeel: But I so want to see your pet, uncle Lucifer. Pleeeeeease.

He made those legendary puppy eyes that could break any person's heart. Lucifer sighed with smile.

Lucifer: Okay, only under one condition: you're staying close to me. And no word to Anoli~

Nazeel: Yaaaay!

Nazeel smiled brightly as hugged Lucifer tightly, which made him smile and giggle.

Lucifer: Then shall we go now?

Nazeel nodded as both stood up, turned off the console and together teleported to Purgatory Hall. Around the same time, Archie and Xel were training with fireballs again. Archie almost got it, but still needed to practice more. And this time, rooms were not burnt.

Xel: *sighs* Okay, that's enough for today. Not bad progress tho.

Archie: Thanks, Xel.

Xel: Tell me, brat, are you hungry?

Archie: A bit.

Xel: Okay, I will order then-

She couldn't finish the sentence as felt a call from Hell. Seemed like new souls have arrived.

Xel: Damn, not now.

Archie: What is it, Xel?

Xel: Oh, it's nothing. Just, uhh, need to do some stuff.

Archie: Really? But what about lunch?

Xel sighed deeply as thought for a moment. She couldn't leave Archie alone and at the same time she couldn't take him with her, as her duty is "not for kids".

Xel: Ughh, damn, I have to ask Lilith for help. Okay, brat, listen, I have some stuff to do, but because I can't leave you alone like this for now, I have to ask Lilith to keep an eye on you.

Archie: Does it mean I will go to Hell?

Xel: Don't worry, not for bad reason, I will try to finish it quick. So, you're okay with it?

Archie nodded as held Xel's hand and together they got to Purgatory Hall, where Lilith was there, dealing with some papers. She felt the presence of two people and looked up.

Lilith: Oh, Xel, Archie, good day~

Archie: Good day, Ms Lilith.

Xel: Lilith, listen, I have stuff to do in Hell, but I can't leave this brat alone. Can you help me?

Lilith: Sure, but why such sudden request?

Xel: You know why.

Xel looked at Lilith, and by such look Lilith understood the reason. Archie looked at them confused.

Lilith: Well, I think I can take a minute for such request~

Xel: Cool, thanks, Lilith. I will be back in a minute.

Archie wanted to add something, but it was too late: Xel already vanished. Sighing, he looked at Lilith.

Archie: So, what will we do now?

Lilith: Fortunately I have a good movie and some sweets for such occassions. A good demon Vylixia suggested me, said that it's something that you humans like.

Archie: Really? Sounds cool.

Lilith: Great~ Then, shall we-

They were about to go to a children guest room, but suddenly they heard voices, so familiar to Lilith. It was Nazeel and Lucifer.

Nazeel: Why are we not in Hell?

Lucifer: You see, demons began to be more active lately, and because of it, a direct teleportation to Hell became dangerous. So, I thought that getting to Hell through Purgatory is safer.

Lilith: And more convenient, I must say~

Lucifer and Nazeel got surprised for a moment, but as they turned around, they saw familar woman and a new person. Well, for Lucifer Archie was familiar.

Lucifer: Oh, Archie, Lilith, what an unexpected meeting.

Nazeel: *thinks to himself* Archie?

Lilith: I see our nephilim friend is here too. Glad to see you two.

Archie suddenly got stunned as he remembered the story.

Archie: *thinks to himself* Wait, a nephilim?

Lilith: What is our little friend doing here?

Lucifer: Nazeel wanted to see my dog, and here we are. Also, Nazeel, meet Archie. Archie, meet Nazeel.

Nazeel: Hello!

He waved happily while Archie waved back with shy. Or was it hesitation? He was more stunned by news that Lucifer has a dog. Lilith noticed it as tried to cool down the tension.

Lilith: How about we make our meeting at children guest room? There we all can talk and have a proper meeting.

Nazeel: And later we will go and see Lucifer's dog?

Lucifer: Of course~

Nazeel: That sounds fine to me.

He smiled and everyone went to children guest room.

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And that's the first part of the story^^ Very unexpected meeting, don't you think?^^ Hope it will go on well X')

Archie, Xel and Nazeel belong to @captainthane

Lilith belongs to @wildstarfan and @captainthane

Lucifer belongs to @wildstarfan and @milasartblog (both me)

Okaria et Feria belongs to @wildstarfan and @captainthane

#my art #oc #oc character #archie #half demon #half human #xel #lucifer #demon #lilith #queen of succubi #queen of hell #nazeel #nephilim #meeting #unexpected #okaria et feria #dog

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12--122--12 · 2 years ago

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one-day freedom trip

It starts with a car ride. I mean all of us had good money, to kar liya book. Initially it feels like “zindagi na milegi dobara” ka koi scene chal raha hai; halfway through everyone is fighting ki mere pasand ke gaane kyu nahi baj raha,,,,,kaahe ki goo hai tumhari pasand—is the common answer. Meri nahi hai, meri achi playlist hai with a little bit of poop stain. Otherwise it’s good..poop stain is also good. Sabki apni pasand hai…

This was my first one. A lot of pictures were clicked. Kudos to my father, jinhone wo phone laake diya jiska camera is somewhat better than the rest. Public property hai bhai ye! Mere phone me meri photos kam hai baakiyon ki zyaada hai.

Trip pe mai gaya tha ki phone gaya tha. (High-resolution trip)

You can never ignore the scenes. You can ignore health, not the scenes. Jab jhonka padta hai hawa ka off a pond jiske around electrical wiring lagi hui hai. Sundar to tha pond. Koodne ka man kar raha tha. Ab ye na poocho kaahe nahi koode. Bhai tairna nahi aata. Kisi no nahi aata. Aana bhi nahi chahiye. Faltu activity.!!.

Reached a “kutiya”,,,, arre cottage! Pyaara tha bahut, chhota bhi tha, paisa wahi diya trip ka. 2100 bucks! Andar ghuste hi feel aarhi thi ki rahenge thoda time yaha par to, bags bhi laaye hai kapde bhi kaafi hai, log bhi bahut hain aur distance bhi acchi kaasi travel kari hai. Phir 80% attendance dikhne lagti hai aur sab dhul jaata hai usi electrical fencing wali pond me.

Phone se khich khich kari bahut aur bhar di saari storage pahuchte hi. Now we will overdo it. We did! One angle three photos was the rule. You could literally see the lipstick shade change in-between pictures. Koi galat nahi hai, bas consistency khatam ho jaati hai. Lipstick ki nahi, photos ki.

I swear I have no idea on how to strike a pose. I guess just stand! Then they do all sorts of things. Unko dekh ke normal khade the ab aur Bandar bane lag rahe ho.

We got bands as proof to show that we are allowed. Ye utra nahi, geela nahi hua aur phata bhi nahi, repeating again!! UTRA NAHI! GEELA NAHI HUA! AUR PHATA BHI NAHI! If you thought what I did, then welcome to the immature boys’ club.

We walk and walk and walk and talk and walk and photos/videos/walk/talk.

We reach there and sit down,,,,,on the grass. No more walk, no more talk. See, it’s about the angle right, so I took the most orchestrated photos ever, like you look at them and think, Damn! That’s real. They are having fun but we literally laughed at the most made-up scandalous things to get a group picture. Main nahi bataunga kya kya bola gaya aur tum pata bhi nahi laga paoge,,,,,unless you can read eyes, then you can figure out that we talked about (muted*******).

Anyways,

Five of us were there and events were scheduled our way. What follows the picture ceremony is some rassi-related activity. I have no idea what is it called. But what they do is- tie you up and cling you on one side of an elevated rope on a tower that skiis you through to the other one…..aur rope ke beech me aake chillana hota hai…like literally. Well, what if you don’t? Then that means you’re just a dead body dangling to a rope that’s sliding your depressed soul across cause you paid so much money for this trip and want to attend every activity. Isliye chillana hota hai.

The apparatus that they hook you up with is damn irritating for boys and adjustment is needed. This becomes a laughing matter. Then the slide happens and khich! Khich! happens.

Ok ok ok ok ok …. So far. So much.

There is too much to the trip that I will not write in this piece else it might lengthen a lot aur boring ho jayega.

I hate social media but since this is more like a learning activity for me I enjoy it and wrote it all down re-living those “pal”. You could give me suggestions on how to write better or some other interesting observation in mind. Anything!

There is more to the trip and I will write it once I get some more free time and better jokes, tab tak ke liye alvida….

wait for the next, will upload it after Diwali..

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illapa-greybane · 7 years ago

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The Greybane/Fairlight Wedding: Ceremony Transcript

The pavilion is open on four sides, one entrance to each cardinal direction. Gold embellishments and carved scrollwork gleam against the alabaster stone, familiar elements of Sin’dorei aesthetic design. The pavilion has been decorated in the betrothed couple’s own signature colors: ivory and violet, black and gold. Lengths of colored silk support garlands of flowers: from familiar roses (albeit in a unique deep indigo hue) to sprigs of fragrant Twilight Jasmine pale as the moon. The seaward breeze keeps the air light and fresh, stirring petals and wafting lengths of silk.

The officiant enters from the west and takes his place in the open center of the round, smiling politely at the assembled guests on the space’s perimeter. The ambient music fades to a mere murmur, bringing with it a hush of anticipation at what comes next: the entrance of the bride and groom.

Illapa enters from the south, distinct in his usual dark colors and austere manner; but today, everything is embellished with gold. Gold embroidery is thick on the sleeves and lapels of his finery; gold buttons glitter from his cuffs and collar, gold thread weighs down the heavy cloak draped over the crook of one arm. The black and gold is only broken by a fall of silver hair, not a strand out of place, brushed to a silk finish and adorned with braids that converge in a chain behind his head.

Solarine seems almost to glide into the pavilion, lengths of gauzy violet fabric fluttering in the light sea breeze wafting through the open archways behind her. She too carries a length of cloth draped over the crook of an arm, but hers is translucent, veil-like, as it covers her otherwise-bared shoulders and midriff. A floor-length skirt is paired with a choli blouse, and the whole ensemble of deep blue-violet is spangled and embroidered with gold thread along seams and edges. Her raven-black hair is pulled back into a long, elegantly-messy plait and adorned with fresh, fragrant Twilight Jasmine blossoms.

Illapa enters in his finery, wearing the fortune of a minor prince but the dignity of a king. His posture is exacting, back straight, shoulders level, chin high. His stride is graceful and betrays nothing of the years the lines of his face suggest. But as he and Solarine finally come face-to-face across the pavilion, there is a single falter in his stride; his chest swells with anticipation and pride beneath the layers of his garb.

Another man might have smiled at the first sight of his bride on their wedding day, but not Lord Greybane. Instead, the lines of age and care and scorn that gather at the corners of his eyes deepen, literal cracks in his legendary composure. And those eyes: those eyes are only for her.

Solarine can’t help but smile, despite a hint of nervousness to her countenance, as she approaches Illapa and the officiant Priest at the center of the pavilion. The faint, crystalline jingle of a strand of tiny ankle bells is just audible as she walks. The attempted-solemnity of her presentation is somewhat less effective as she comes to a halt, gazes at Illapa in all his finery, and blushes strawberry-red.

The officiant speaks:

“Priestess Solarine Fairlight, daughter of Farstrider Captain Alassien and Sanctum Warden Liya Fairlight, mother of Varali. A beacon of hope to the Sin’dorei in their darkest hour, she never faltered in the Light as she has tirelessly worked to heal the sick and wounded, bolster the spirits of the demoralized and disheartened, and offer her very own blood and tears in service to her people.

“Lord Illapa Greybane, scion of the ancient and noble line of Duskwarden. Exemplary in his discipline and dedication, a man of noble history and personal integrity. Respected as both a healer and scholar, a respected and familiar figure of Sin’dorei politics, but ever a leader to his people and a bastion of tradition in trying times.

“It should come as little surprise, then, that Priestess Fairlight and Lord Greybane’s shared dedication to their people and their homeland eventually bloomed into friendship, which in turn gave fruit to a dedication to one another.

“In times of darkness and tribulation, they found a light and strength in one another, and not even the threat of the Legion could break their commitment or tear them asunder.

“And so we gather here to witness the joining of their hands, and to celebrate the consummation of the love and devotion which has brought them before us today.”

The officiant turns to Solarine and Illapa, raising an ornately-decorated book as he gathers their attention. “Lord Greybane. Priestess Fairlight. Turn to one another, and place your rings upon each other’s hands.”

Illapa’s two children bear Solarine’s wedding ring: one a slender blonde girl on the cusp of adolescence, already so poised and ladylike in a modest yellow silk slip-dress; the other a robust flame-haired boy spattered with freckles from the sun.

It’s the boy, Rowan, who offers the ring box up to his father, his sister Liesel demurring to keep the peace between the siblings. The boy is young enough to cling to his father’s neck when he bends to accept the ring, but old enough to have enough pride to do it quickly.

Illapa places a fond hand on each of his children’s hair, both the golden and the fiery red, before ushering them back to their places.

The ring Illapa slides onto Solarine’s finger is delicate truegold set with a magically-hardened opal. A pair of gold crescent moons flank the perfectly round opal, and a dozen tiny diamonds surround the stone and dot the band like the stars in a constellation. The rainbow facets in the gem glimmer with both light and enchantment. The ring’s delicate construction is perfectly suited to Solarine’s dainty hand, but its celestial themes speak to the bright and shadowed divinity of her soul.

A chunky, raven-haired toddler with Solarine’s colouring and dimples, but with hints of a strong, angular bone structure developing beneath her baby fat, shuffles shyly in between Illapa and Solarine. Wearing a white petal skirt and a pale pastel-yellow blouse, she looks like a perfect spring Peacebloom as she offers her mother a velvet ring box, then stuffs a thumb into her mouth and hides behind Solarine’s legs.

Solarine opens the box, then pulls out a ring that might as well have Illapa’s name engraved on it. It is thick and heavy, with smooth rounded edges connecting the inner surface to the hard edges of the exterior surface. The exterior surface is black--so dark a black that no form would be obvious were it not for the brilliant gold rimming both edges, and the inner surface of the ring is a mysterious, deep, iridescent violet. All three metals making up the ring are obviously magical to the touch, most surely piquing the curiosity of a recipient who cannot yet examine it more closely as Solarine slips it onto Illapa’s finger.

Solarine then follows the officiant’s instruction, holding out her small, delicate hands and allowing Illapa to envelop them in his long, graceful fingers. Her short nails, usually plain, are painted in violet and each is tipped in a tiny crescent of gold.

The officiant lightly wraps an ornately-woven silk ribbon, embroidered with tiny rosebuds, around Solarine and Illapa’s clasped hands.

“With the exchange of these rings I place the first of three bindings about your hands, to symbolize the first commitment you made to each other.”

The officiant speaks again as he wraps a second ribbon around their hands. This one is embroidered not with rose buds, but with fully-bloomed flowers.

“I place the second of three bindings about your hands, to symbolize the love and devotion that has bloomed and bound you together.”

The officiant speaks a final time as he binds the last ribbon around their hands: one embroidered with pomegranates, split-open ripe and spilling with seeds.

“I place the third of three bindings about your hands, to symbolize the fruits of love and family that your union will bear.”

The officiant pauses to allow Illapa and Solarine a moment to look at each other and contemplate their exchange of words.

“Thus bound, in the eyes of friends and family, of vassal and peers, and under the blessing of the eternal Sun, speak now your vows.”

Illapa begins: “I take Solarine Fairlight to be my lady wife.”

Solarine answers. “I take Illapa Greybane to be my lord and husband.”

“My name is her name.”

“His name is my name.”

“My blood is her blood.”

“And my blood is his blood.”

“My deeds honor her.”

“My deeds honour him.”

“My thoughts ennoble her.”

“And mine ennoble him.”

“My heart cherishes her.”

“My heart cherishes him.” Solarine blushes again.

“On this day and for all our days upon the earth.”

“On this day and for all the days we share.”

The officiant ties all three ribbons together around the couple’s clasped hands. The knot is literally tied. “So as these bindings are intertwined, so are your lives from this day forward. If you may, seal this ancient pact with a kiss.”

Illapa smiles, and the formality of the ceremony melts away with the ease with which he and Solarine embrace. The new bride steps into his arms and despite the disparity of years between them (and the foot of inches between their heights) they fit together like storybook lovers.

Solarine leans in, pressing her cheek and chest to Illapa’s chest, then leans back expectantly and smiles cheekily, beckoning him to lean in and kiss her.

Illapa lifts their bound hands below Solarine's chin, tipping up her chin to receive their first wedded kiss. And if there was any lingering doubt about their union -- a woman as bright as May and a man as wintry as December -- it is banished by the ardent devotion of that kiss.

#the lord and his lady

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pyotra · 7 years ago

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Certainly, Muktibodh was primarily a Marxist writer, which is evident in all his ideological writings, and any attempt to create confusion on this account, using the different layers present in his poetry, should be considered mischievous. Still, to limit him only to Marxist boundaries is again an injustice to his broad vision, which touches deeper issues of contemporary reality. In fact, in his innermost searches, his plunging into darkness and in his tormented vision, he comes very close to existentialism.

But what is the secret to his newly-acquired fame? It is often said that he was ahead of his times. He foresaw the darkness which later on emerged in Indian public life. On closer scrutiny, though, this seems to be a half-truth. Those dark times were prevalent in his lifetime as well. Recently in a speech, renowned poet Asad Zaidi rightly suggested that in the mirror of Muktibodh’s poems, we should scrutinise the Nehruvian era afresh. At times it seems that the myth of Nehruvian democracy is exposed in the presence of Muktibodh. It cannot be ignored that his book on history was banned in that democracy. It was titled Bharat Itihas aur Samskriti and written as a course book for Madhya Pradesh, but after criticism by those offended by his Marxist perspective, the state government banned it. He appealed in the high court, which permitted the publication of the book, but after removing the so-called objectionable parts. It was never republished. Its non-controversial parts are available in the Muktibodh Granthavali.

His criticism of Kamayani was almost ignored. He had to leave many jobs because of his faith in Marxism.

All this agony is reflected in his poems, though not in a simplistic way. He is able to see his personal trauma in the perspective of the social tragedy which was unfolding. He sees the march in which all artists, intellectuals, authors and journalists are participating along with criminals of the towns and leading the pack is Domaji Ustad, the famous murderer.

This is Andhere Mein (In the Darkness) – a very long poem which begins like a horror film, producing images after images, and ultimately emerges as a new kind of poem. The poet says, “Abhivyakti ke khatre uthane hi honge, todne honge hi math aur durg sub (We will have to bear the dangers of expression. We will have to break all citadels and camps)”.

But what kind of danger and darkness is this? Is it the darkness of the innermost soul which the poet descends into? Or does it have anything to do with the Nehruvian era to which he belonged? Is that era worthy of such intense criticism?

The question may puzzle those who want to juxtapose the Modi model of democracy with the Nehru model of democracy. Certainly the Nehru model was more liberal and democratic in spirit, but the ground reality of a half-democratic political and administrative system was far from that spirit. But Muktibodh – and a number of other poets – reveals a deeper truth.

The power of the state in any form never accepts protest, dissent or even disagreement; it crushes you, it punishes you and it tortures you. Muktibodh writes in Andhere Mein, “Hai Hai, maine unko nanga dekh liya hai, iski saza mujhe milegi, zarur milegi (Oh, I have seen him naked, I will be punished for this, surely will be punished for this).”

But Muktibodh not only criticises the brutality of state power, he also exposes the hypocrisy of the Indian middle class. In fact, his entire writing is a kind of self-introspection. In our times, such introspection has become rare. He is perhaps the only writer who seems to persecute himself in his urge to reach closer to the truth. He offers his own soul on the altar of poetry. His honesty is self-consuming in the search of his content.

#muktibodh #hindi literature

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tellytantra · 5 years ago

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It Was A Sunday Morning And Sonakshi Was Running Here And There Behind Two Naughty Kids Inside The Devakshi Villa "Devansh!" "Suhana!" She Shouted On Top��Of Her Lungs"Finish Your Breakfast Fast,Or Else I Won't Allow Both Of You To Watch TV,Or Play Video Games For Whole One Week!Understood?"Sonakshi Threatened Her 5 Year Old Twins Who Were Not Having Their Breakfast"No!We Will Not Eat."They Said In Unison"Dev!Just Look At Them,They Never Listen To Me. It's All Your Fault. You Have Completely Spoiled Them !"Sonakshi Complained To Her Husband,Tired Of Screaming On Their Children.Dev Who Was Engrossed In Reading The Newspaper First Looked Up At His Wife's Frustrated And Angry Face And Then At His Children's Gloomy Faces"What Is My Fault In All This?They Are Stubborn Just Like You."He Said And Shrugged His Shoulders"What Did You Say???I Am Stubborn?"Sonakshi Asked In A Shocked ToneDev Sighed And Folded The Newspaper And Kept It On The Dining Table"Hey My Little Chipmunks What Happened?Why Are My Babies Sad?"Dev Asked In A Sweet Voice "Daddy, Last Week Mommy Promised Us That We All Will Go On A Picnic Today But Now She Is Denying. Devansh Said And Both He And Suhana Pulled Out A Perfect Pout"Sonakshi?What's This You Never Told Me About This. If You Have Promised Them That We Will Go On A Picnic Then We Will Go Why Are You Saying No To The Kids Now?"Dev Asked"Dev Last Week I Didn't Know About Your Australia Tour Na! Your Flight Is Tomorrow And If We Will Go For A Picnic Today Then You Will Become Tired And It Will Be Not Good For Your Health."Sonakshi Explained"So What?For Me,Your And My Kid's Happiness Is Most Important.I Can't See Them Like This."Dev Said"So My Chipmunks Get Ready We Are Going On A Picnic!"Dev Said In An Excited Voice And The Kids Jumped On Him With Happiness And Showered Him With KissesSonakshi Smiled Looking At Her FamilyShe Felt Like The Luckiest Girl On Earth To Be Blessed With A Loving And Caring Husband Like Dev And These Two Beautiful Babies. "Yayaya!Daddy Is The Best."The Children Ran Into Their Room To Get Ready Screaming And Squealing In Joy"So,Mrs Sonakshi Dev Dixit Now It's Your Turn To Kiss Me." Dev Said With A Naughty Smirk When He Was Assured that both of them were Alone."Shameless!"She Said Blushing"What?I Am Taking You All For A Picnic Doesn't I Deserve A Thank You Kiss?"Dev Said Leaning Forward And Sonakshi Did The Same And Now Their Lips Were Only An Inch Apart When She Backed Off And Kissed Him On His Right Cheek And Then Quickly Ran Inside The Kitchen To Prepare Some Food For Their Picnic.Dev Smiled At His Wife's Antics And Went Into The Kid's RoomHe Entered The Room To Find Both The Kids Fighting Over A ToyHe Shook His Head In Amusement And Cleared His Throat To Make An Announcement"Ok Babies Listen To Daddy Very Carefully"Their Eyes Became Big And They Stopped Fighting In The Midway,And Now Both Were Curious To Know What Announcement Their Daddy Was Going To Make"Yesh Dad What Happened?"They Both Asked "It's Something Very Important Babies."He Said In A Serious Tone"Come Here!"He Bent And Told His Kids To Come Close,and The Kids Brought Their Ears Close To Their Daddy's Lips To Hear What He Was Going To SayHe Said Something In Their Ears With A Mischievous Smile And The Kids Giggled After Listening To Their Father's Instructions So Is It Clear My Dear Chipmunks?Dev AskedAye Aye Captain!The Children Said In UnisonDev Smiled And Kissed Both His Bundles Of JoyAfter Dev's Session Of Exclusive Instructions Was Finished,He Asked The Kids To Finish Their Packing And Went Outside The RoomIn The Kitchen sonakshi Was Preparing Sandwiches, Burgers And Tasty French Fries For The Kids And Special Bengali Payesh(Kheer) Specially For DevHe Loves The Kheer She Makes.She Was Smiling Thinking About The First Time When She Prepared Payesh For Him.She Was Hell Nervous Whether He Would Like It Or Not.Her Memory Went Back To That Day"Dev,Aaj Na Maine Aapke Liye Apne Haatho Se Payesh Banaya Hai.Ye Meri Ma Ki Khud Ki Recipie Hai.Taste Karke Bataiye Na Kaisa Bana Hai."Sonakshi Said Fidgeting With Her Dupatta With Nervousness Written All Over Her Face"Hmmm!Tumne Banaya Hai?Tab To Ruko Mai Apna Health Insurance Ka Status Check Kar Leta Hun."He Joked Earning A Punch On His Arms From Sona.He Took A Spoonful Of Payesh In His Mouth And Started Chewing It And Sona Could See His Facial Expressions Changing As If He Is Going To ChokeShe Was Anxiously Waiting For His Reply.After Finishing The First Morsel Dev Looked Towards Her And Said "Sona,Ye Kya Banaya Hai Tumne?Na To Chawal Theek Se Paka Hai Aur Na Hi Ye Meetha Hai.Tum Please Cook Na Hi Kiya Karo!"And After Hearing This Tears Started Brimming In Her Eyes And She Said "I Am Sorry Dev,Mai Bhi Na Paagal Hun Mujhe Pehle Hi Samajh Jaana Chahiye Tha Ki Cooking Mere Bas Ki Baat Nahi Hai" With This She Started To Take Away The Bowl To Throw It In The DustbinSuddenly Dev Started Laughing Loudly And She Gave Him A Puzzled Look.He Came Near Her And Wiped Her Tears And Took Her Hands In His And Said "Socho Agar Mai Waisa Wala Husband Hota To?"She Wanted To Bang His Head Somewhere That Day But Then Ended Up Kissing Him When He Genuinely Appreciated Her Cooking And Told Her That He Loved The PayeshShe Came Out Of Her Thoughts When She Felt A Tug On Her Dupatta.She Turned Around Only To Be Welcomed With The Cutest Sight Of Her Life, Both Devansh And Suhana Were Holding One-one Corner Of Her Dupatta With A Cute Pout On Their FacesShe Knew Exactly What They Were Here For"No One Loves Me!They Only Love Their Dad."She Said Faking To Be Sad "Anyways Mom Is Always The Bad One Na That's Why She Is Cooking The Items Which Devansh And Suhana Doesn't Like" She Said Stifling Her SmileThe Kid's Eyes Grew Wide"Mom You Are The Besht Mom Of This World! Isn't It Suhana?"Devansh Quickly Said In Order Please His Mom"Yesh Mom." She Noded Her Head!"And You Are The Besht Cook Alsho.You Make So Yummy Sandwiches And Burgers."Suhana Said In A Very Sincere Manner"We Love You Sooo Much!!"They Both Said"Really?And How Much?"Sonakshi Asked Trying Hard Not To Smile"Thi...S Much!"They Both Spread Their Hands Wide And Joined Them Showing How Much They Love Their MomSonakshi Was Smiling Wide Now "How Adorable You Two Are!" She Said In AweBoth Devansh And Suhana's Lips Broke Into Wide Smiles Showing Their Teeth"Come Here!" Sonakshi Picked Both Of Them One By One And Made Them Sit On The Kitchen CountertopThey Both Were Surprised To See All Their Favourite Food Items In Plates Sonakshi Gave Them A Smirk And Both Of Them Showerd Her With Kisses And Then They Ran Of To Pack Their ToysSonakshi Was Getting Ready In Their BedroomShe Was Wearing Jeans And A Silk KurtiShe Was Applying Lipstick When Dev Came And Hugged Her From Back"Wow Kya Baat Hai! My Wify Is Looking Very Beautiful."He Said In A Husky VoiceSonakshi Blushed Her Cheeks Were Adorned With A Light Shade Of RedThank You My Dear Hubby." She Said Turing Towards Him And Wrapped Her Arms Around His Shoulder He Bent Forward And Claimed Her Lips In A Long And Passionate Kiss"I Don't Want To Get Late For The Picnic!" She Winked And Ran Outside The Room As Soon As They Broke Apart Before Dev Could Proceed FurtherDev Smiled And Followed Her.In The Drawing room They Saw That Devansh And Suhana Were Trying To Lift The Picnic Basket With Their Little Hands.They Were In Awe But Sonakshi Quickly Went And Took The Basket In Her Hands"My Cutie Pies Thank You So Much For Your Help Dear But Its Very Heavy You Both Won't Be Able To Lift It." She Said And Dropped Kisses On Their HeadsDev Went Towards The Main Door And Shouted "Common My Three Musketeers Lets Get Going Or Else We Will Get Late!""Aye Aye Captain." Sonakshi And The Kids Said In Unison And Followed Dev Towards The Car, Dev And The Kids Kept The Baskets In The Car While Sona Locked The House.Then They Drove Off For Their Picnic With Happiness On Their Faces Dev Was Driving The Car And The Kids Were Sitting On The Back Seat Playing With Each OtherWhile Sonakshi Was Sitting Beside Dev And She Was Getting Very Bored."Dev I Am Getting Bored!" Sonakshi Said &Pouted"What Can I Do About It My Love??"Dev Asked"Umm How About If We Play Antakshari?" Sonakshi Suggested"Nooo!!"The Kids Shouted Suddenly Who Were Earlier Engrossed In PlayingSonakshi Was Taken Aback At Their Sudden Scream"Woahh What Was That?"Sonakshi Asked In A Surprised Tone"Nothing Shona, Its Just That The Kids Have Decided That We Will Play Antakshari On The Picnic Spot Only. Isnt It Babies??" Dev Said And Turned Towards The Kids And Winked At Them"Ye..Yesh Mom!!Exactly,It Will Be Fun. Isn't It Daddy?"The Kids Said"Yesh!! And I Will Be Able To Dance There Alsho" Suhana Said In Holding The Frills Of Her Frock"Ok,Baba As You All Say." Sonakshi Said Sadly And Reclined Her Head Comfortably To Have A Nap."Sonakshi?Sonakshi?Wake Up Sleepyhead. We Have Reached On The Picnic Spot." Dev Tried Waking Up His Wife From Her Beauty Sleep"Umm,Hum Pahuch Gaye Kya?" Sonakshi Said Rubbing Her Eyes"Yes My Love,Aur Dekho Baccho Ne To Poora Setup Bhi Laga Liya." He Said Pointing Towards The Kids Who Were Almost Done With Arranging The Things At The Perfect Spot Which Their Father Had Selected.Sonakshi Stepped Out Of The Car And Was Awestruck To See The Beautiful Scenery Before Her Eyes.The Sight Of Lush Green Grass In Front A Beautiful Lake,Which Was Shining Like A Diamond Due To The Sun Rays Falling On It Was Something To Behold For A Lifetime."Oh My God Dev,This Is So Beautiful!!" She Complimented Her Husband's Choice And Hugged Him"Do You Like It?"Dev Inquired"I Love It."She Replied With A Huge Smile"Mamma!Papa?Aap Dono Waha Kyu Khade Ho?Come Let's Play"Devansh And Suhana Held Sona And Dev's Hand Respectively And Dragged Them To Play With Them.Soon They Were Playing Hide And Seek TogetherThen After Sometime They Got Hungry And Jumped On The Tasty Food Items Which Sonakshi Had Prepared.After Satisfying Their Hungry Stomach They Were Thinking What To Do Next."Hey Guys!Let's Play Antakshari Now." Sonakshi Said Happily After Thinking Sometime.The Father And The Kids Trio Looked At Each Other's Face Knowing That This Time Sona Wouldn't Let It Go So They Had To Agree."Hey Sona Look There!"Dev Said Pointing His Finger In AirSona Turned To Look At That Direction But Found Nothing She Turned Back And Gave Him A 'are You Mad Look'"Oh No You Missed It, That Was A Very Beautiful Bird."Said Dev Sensing Her Trail Of Thoughts"Leave It."She SaidLet's Start With The Game Guys" With This She Started The Famous "Baithe-baithe Kya Kare Karna Hai Kuch Kaam Shuru Karo Antakshari Lekar Prabhu Ka Naam."Sona Recited The Lines And It Was Her Turn To Sing First.She Started Singing And Her Three Audiences Were Swaying Their Heads With Closed Eyes As If They Were Drowned In The Melody Of Her Singing.Suddenly Something Striked Her. She Stopped Singing But They Didn't Stop Swaying Their Heads.This Made Her Suspicious, She Stood Up And Tip Toed Towards Dev And Patted His ShoulderHe Opened His Eyes And Looked Up To See Her Giving A 'what's Going On Here?' Look"Woh We... Actually..."He Fumbled And Elbowed Devansh Who Was Sitting Beside Him Who In Turn Patted Suhana's Shoulder Asking Her To Open Her EyesNow All Three Of Them Were Looking At Sonakshi With A Horrified Face.Sonakshi Bent Down And Removed The Ear Plugs From Their Ears One By One And Threw Them Away.They Were Still Scared Of Sonakshi's Reaction,But Then Sonakshi Started Laughing Whole HeartedlyHearing Her Laughing The Three Of Them Sighed In Relief"Mamma?Aap Humpe Gussa Nahi Ho?"Meri Koi Fault Nahi Hai Mamma. Wo To Daddy Ne Hume Special Warning Di Thi Aapki Singing Ke Baare Me Aur Earplugs Bhi Lene Ko Bola."Devansh Blurted The Truth CutelyShe Picked Him Up In Her Lap And Kissed Him "No My Dear!Mumma Aap Logo Se Gussa Nahi Hai. Mumma Ko Pata Hai That Mamma Is A Bad Singer But You Know Na Jab Aap Log Aisi Cute Antics Karte Ho To Mumma Ko Kitni Happiness Milti Hai,That's Why Mumma Ne Jaan Bhooj Kar Ye Sab Kiya."She ConfessedAnd All Of Them Burst Out Laughing"Oh! To Meri Ma Se Unka Beta Cheen Kar Yaha Khushiya Mana Rahi Ho Tum!" Came A Rude CommentThey Looked Up To Find Neha Standing There With Her Second Husband Rohit"Neha Tum?"Dev And Sona Said In A Shocked Tone"Han Bhai Main. Kyu Khushi Nahi Hui Apni Behen Ko Dekhkar? Aur Hogi Bhi Kyu Biwi Ke Ghulam Jo Ban Gaye Ho Aap." Neha Taunted Looking At Sonskshi"Neha!!!" Dev Shouted"Apna Muh Band Rakh. Meri Biwi Se Aise Baat Karne Ka Koi Haq Nahi Banta Tujhe. Us Ghar Se,Ma Se Alag Hone Ka Faisla Mera Tha Kisi Ne Bhi Mujhe Force Nahi Kiya. Aur Rahi Baat Ma Ki To Mai Abhi Bhi Apne Bete Hone Ka Farz Bhoola Nahi Hun. Uski Har Zaroorat Ko Poora Karna,Uski Sehat Ka Khyaal Rakhna,Usse Milna Ye Sab Aaj Bhi Karta Hun Mai.""Aaj Mai Agar Alag Hun To Sirf Uski Apni Insecurity Ki Wajah Se,Usne Kabhi Sona Ko Samjha Hi Nahi,Use Apnaya Hi Nahi. Uske Pota Poti Bhi Usse Har Hafte Milte Hai Maine Usse Uska Koi Haq Nahi Cheena. Aur Main Bhi Usse Yahi Ummeed Karta Tha Ki Wo Mujhse Meri Khushi Meri Sona Ko Mujhse Alag Na Kare. Jo Hona Tha Wo Ho Gaya Ab Hum Sab Apni Chhoti Si Duniya Me Bahut Khush Hai. Isse Pehle Ki Mai Kuch Aisa Waisa Bol Dun Aur Tujhe Bura Lag Jaye Tu Chali Ja Yaha Se" Dev Vented Out His FrustrationAfter Hearing This Neha Was Going To Retort But His Husband Took Her Away From There Understanding The Seriousness Of The SituationHe Turned Back Only To Find Sonakshi In Tears. His Heart Broke. He Can't See Her PainHe Gently Held Her Hands And Made Her Look Into His Eyes And Gave A Slight Nod Gesturing Her To Speak"Dev Aap Jaante Hai Na Maine Kabhi Bhi Aapko Ma Se Alag Nahi Karna Chaha. Mai Waise Ladki Nahi Hun Dev,Mai To Sabke Saath Miljulkar Rehna Chahti Thi But..."Shh...Chup Ho Jao Sona." Dev Said Before She Could Complete Her Sentence"Jo Kuch Bhi Hua Usme Tumhari Koi Galti Nahi Hai,Samjhi Tum?"Apne Aap Ko Doshi Samajhna Band Kar Do.""Us Din Agar Ma Ne Wo Prenup Ke Papers Mujhe Na Diye Hote To Mai Kabhi Unke Andar Tumhare Liye Jo Nafrat Hai Use Kabhi Samajh Hi Nahi Paata""Us Din Unhone Mujhe Unke Aur Tumhare Beech Me Kisi Ek Ko Chose Karne Ko Bola. Tabhi Mai Samajh Gaya Ki Hum Teeno Ek Chhat Ke Neeche Kabhi Bhi Ek Saath Nahi Reh Sakte."He Wiped Her Tears And Said "I Am Glad That I Chose You. Look We Are A Complete Family Now."He Spread His Arms And Both The Kids Ran And Hugged Him And Their MomDev Said "Our Family Is Perfect!" "Just Perfect"Added Devansh And Suhana Happily.Sonakshi Smiled And Thanked God For Blessing Her With Such Loving People In Her Life And Prayed To Keep Any Evil Eye Far Away From Her Family. The End Writer: DevakshiLover

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feelsmania2019 · 6 years ago

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Attractive kaise bane :- kya aap seriously ye jaan na chahte hai ki attractive kaise bane ,attractive kaise dikhe, toh aap bilkul right place per aaye hai. 😊 Attractive kaise bane Hii friends, welcome again. Mai Rohitraj ek bar phir se aapka welcome krta hu. Kyuki aap bohot ache se jaante hi hai ki time aisa chal raha ki log aajkel ek dusre se bore hi ho jaate hai,, hehehe 😊😛.Chahe friend ho koi ya phir relationship me bhi ek dusre ke saath thoda time toh bita te hai, per phir breakup le lete hai. Breakup ki wajah bhi ajeeb si hoti hai... ki yar bore krta tha wo.. Toh breakup le liya. Kya aapke saath bhi aisa hua hai, kya koi banda aapse kabhi bore hi ho gya tha? Agar haa hai aapka reply toh bhi do not worry. Ek Attraction hoti hai show off wali, dikhawe wali ,aur ek attraction hoti hai Real wali. Show off wali attraction jis bande me hoti hai, usse uske friends bore ho hi jaate hai bohot jaldi. Per Jo Real attractive log hai, unki attraction permanent hoti hai. They don't have any temporary attraction. Aapko mai permanently attractive banne ke kuch ways and tips dunga. Jinhe agar aap thik se follow krte hai toh you will be attractive. Let's see the tips 😊 Attractive kaise bane ( tips and ways ) 1.Kisi ka copy paste na banao khud ko :-Mostly log ek dusre ki copy ker rahe hai. Aaj TV me honey Singh ko dekha toh uske jaisi hair rakh liye. Kal koi aur dekha toh uske jaisa look kerne me lag jaate hai. Hehehe 😊..Sach pata hai kya her insaan me attraction hoti hai per jab wo dusro ki copy kerne lag jaate hai na toh unki khud ki attraction dabi ki dabi rah jaati hai. Be your original version please. Don't be copied of someone else. Got it 😊 2.Looks thik ho :-Maine yha bola hai ki looks thik ho, ye nhi bola ki laakho rupees ka kharcha ker do. Aap kon sa hair style ,kis type ke kapde pahente hai. It's very good .jaruri nhi ki srk Khan jaisa dikha jaaye, waise bhi hum yha attractive personality ki baat ker rahe hai. Attractive looks ki baat nhi. And for a attractive personality, looks jyada maayne nhi rakhta. Expensive clothes, makeup wagera bas temporary attraction hai. For example, Shweta Singh and anjana from Aajtak are more attractive than other beautiful girl. 😊Beautiful girls are just beautiful. Attractive girls and attractive personality ki baat alag thalag si hoti hai. 3.Communication skill achi honi chahiye :-Kuch log externally toh beautiful dikhte hai, per jab unse baat ki jaaye na toh pata lagta hai ki wo toh saala ander se sadda hua hai, hehehe 😊..Tabhi toh aise logo ke friends inse bohot jaldi tung ya bore se ho jaate hai. Baate kerna aana chahiye. To be most attractive you must have a great communication skill. Baate hi insaan ki asli aukaat batati hai ki wo hai kya. Apni looks aur beauty se aap kisi insaan ko khud ke nazdeek toh le aaoge, per usko apne pass permanently nhi rok paoge,,Agar aapki baato me attraction nhi hai. 4.Aapka nature :-Badi si iss duniya me kaafi chhote and saste log bhi rahte hai. Aur ye baat bhi sach hai ki saste log aur saste chiwngum bas suru suru me hi ache lagte hai sirf suru suru me hi. Agar aap cheap nature ke person hai toh plZ work on yourself. Nature hi toh hai ek insaan ka jiski wajah se log khud khinche chale aate hai uske paas .Aapka nature bhi attractive hona chahiye. Got it 😊 5.Khud ko bheed se alag kro :-Aap logo ne kabhi kisi seminar me dekha hoga ki saamne toh public baithi hoti hai aur koi banda speech de raha hota hai akele khada hoker. Wo aisa kaise bana? Kya kabhi socha hai aapne. Public me her status ke log baithe hote hai, amir bhi garib bhi, per logo ki nazar uss bande per hi hoti hai. Kyuki usne suru se hi khud ko bheed se dur rakha, bheed se alag socha. Aap bhi khud ko alag ker lo bheed se, ek din sabki nazar aap per hi hogi .Got it 😊 Bheed me rahoge toh kho jaoge. I really want to be you permanently Attractive. Attractive kaise bane 6.Aapka attitude bhi attractive hona chahiye :-Aap kis tarah ka attitude rakhte hai, ye baat bhi maayne rakhti hai, ek Attractive personality banne ke liye. Kuch logo ke attitude me cheap behave, High Ego jaisa kachra bhara hota hai. Isliye plZ iss kachre ki safaayi ker do. Attitude wo rakhna chahiye, Jo aapko toh acha lage hi aur saath me dusro ko bhi. 7.Khud ko update krte raha kro :-Kuch log janam se hi silent type ke hote hai 😅😛..Silent log bas selfie ke liye thik hai .Hehehe. Mere kahne ka Mtlb ye hai ki aap aisa kyu sochte hai ki koi aapse bolta hi rahe aur aap chup rahker usko sunte hi rahe .Aise me toh wo phir bore ho hi jaayega ek din aapse. Yha mne silent logo ka example deker aapko samjhaane ki koshis ki hai, ki agar same hi (way to deal with people) rakhoge, toh wo aapse dur hi rahenge. Update krte raha kro khud ko. 8.Khud ko loveable banao :-Ek insaan lovable tab kahlaata hai jab dusre log uske saath rahker, happy n comfortable feel kre. Khud ko aisa bana lo ki log aapko pasand kre. Help krna, unki dil ki baat sunna, suggest krna unhe,, ye sab cheeze jis bande me hoti hai, usko log kaafi pasand krte hai. Hey my loving friends, Ab aap Sayad kaafi ache se samajh gye honge ki Attractive kaise bane. Agar aap Inn sabhi baato ko, ways ko apni real life me apnaate hai toh you will be a attractive personality. Please iss article ko share jarur kare. 😊God bless you ,stay motivated stay inspired all time. This article was about Attractive kaise bane, attractive kaise dikhe, how to be attractive in hindi Attractive kaise bane

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Hope you’re doing well. Just came by to ask if you’re still following Aangan? I’m absolutely loving it and the one show that even on hitting 30 episodes doesn’t feel like a drag. Kudos to the cast and writer. Now with the big reveal having happened what do you think of Asim? The precap for the next episode shows Laila leaving and even though that will leave a hole I my heart I hope she does. Asim doesn’t regret his decision and he doesn’t deserve Laila. Shaina’s dialogues today were everything

I had gotten just so BORED of the Sadaan storyline that I had practically dropped the show. But with that done, I have turned back to the show. Aangan is one of those shows which don’t have a definite plot. It started form the middle of these characters’ lives and can go for as long as the writer wishes to keep these characters alive. The little hiatus I had to take from the show didn’t really affect my enjoyment of it so thank God for that!

Gotta say they definitely played us all by making that lady Asim’s second wife instead of Zahid. I was so sure that she was Zahid’s wife cuz all the hints were pointing to him. But Asim?!! Bruh..it broke my heart. I can totally understand Laila’s reaction. Till this reveal, Laila and Asim had the most ideal marriage. They absolutely loved and adored each other. Most importantly they respected each other. I used to get so happy whenever Asim addressed Laila as “Aap” while Asim was always “Tum” for her. It just felt so...right. Because it was Asim who had gone against his family’s wishes to marry Laila because he loved her and years after their marriage, that love and respect was still the same. But this thing...urggghhh. I just don’t support Asim. Whatever was the case, however Zahid emotionally blackmailed him into marrying the woman..it just doesn’t do Asim any favors. The deed stopped being noble the second Asim had to HIDE it from everyone.

Shaina is legit the BEST character in the show. The very very VERY best. I almost cried at how she was consoling Laila today. We just aren’t used to hearing such words of support for women. Laila’s reaction was justified; she had every right to be depressed about her husband’s action. But the way Shaina gave a different perspective to the situation was just...uff. Brilliant writing! For once, a woman was being reminded that her identity is actually more than the man she is married to. Because ASIM had never defined Laila. Asim was a part of Laila’s life, he wasn’t her everything. In her very justified mourning she had forgotten that. And Shaina reminded her of that. That Laila is a whole person separate from the man she was married to. And because Shaina spoke the truth...Laila didn’t remain unaffected.

I support Laila’s action of leaving actually. And I think the whole family would support her as well. Somehow Laila’s position just reminded of Kashibai’s iconic line from Bajirao Mastani, “Aap ne toh hum se hamara guroor cheen liya...” Because the only reason Laila was living in the house was because she loved Asim and was sure ke Asim loved her as well. His tremendous love for Laila had given her the strength to not only give up on her career but to try and fit in a family that had never fully accepted her as one of their own. Now she may have the family on her side but what’s the point when the person who had brought her in the family in the first place turned out to be so...fickle? That being said, I don’t particularly dislike Asim’s decision of not leaving his second wife. Divorce is a big thing and I’m glad that the show doesn’t treat that subject lightly (case in point the elders’ reaction to Hajra when she suggested getting Afrah divorced) If he is happy with his second wife and doesn’t wish to divorce her, I doubt he could be forced to do so by his family. Cuz I highly doubt Laila would want anything to do with Asim, not after this massive blow to her ego and self respect. Let’s see what happens next. The show hasn’t disappointed yet in any situation so it’s not wrong to hope ke this situation would be wrapped up nicely as well.

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"...And I Saw Brad Pitt !"

It was 18th May, early morning suddenly woke up , don't know what was time so , took phone and checked time, it show 8:15, damn its too early, still 45 Mins sleep remaining for me, there were few Whats app messages , few mails and few Google Play update was showing in notification. Checked Whats app messages and then opened mail. There were one mail from MAMI subjected : Invitation: Special Screening of David Michod's War Machine. Wow...One more ! Thogh i didn't heard about David Michod neither War Machine. Read full mail and its concluded like there is :

Special Screening of David Michod's War Machine Wednesday, May 24th, 2017 5:30 PM Kotak Imax, PVR Phoenix, Lower Parel.

Followed by post screening Anoopama Chopra's conversation with Director David Michod post.

But wait, let me watch trailer first. There was trailer link was given in mail. clicked and watched it. It was about some American Military's mission in Afghanistan.

looks impressive. 2 things attracted my attention was in trailer it was written "Netflix" presents and other was lead character in trailer, i was thinking i saw this

hero in some movie who is this ? It was some very well know but not able to identify him. After thinking about half minute, able to identify, oh, fuck it was Brad Pitt ! I couldn't identify Brad Pitt, how can one not recognize him ?! ok, it was his Army General look in Trailer because of which not able to identify.

Sent response to MAMI regarding premier and slept again, still 35 mins to go !

On 22nd May 1:02 AM received mail with subject line : Seat Confirmation written Dear Member, We are pleased to confirm your seat for the Special Screening and Conversation: David Michod's War Machine. Yeahh !

One small problem was there, it was on wednesday, its working day. What to do ? Couldn't take leave as already took leave for 2 weeks one week ago. Sick leave or Half

leave was only option. Same day JD met at NCPA , we watched Saurabh Shukla's Hinglish play "2 to Tango 3 to JIVE " together. He said he also got confirmation. Good.

Now 2 Half leave will be there ! So we decided to take half leave and leave office by 4 to reach venue by 5:30.

24th May 2017

Woke up at 10:45 and messaged to my TL, i am not feeling well, not coming office today. Job Done !

Reach at Lower Parel around 4:45 PM, didn't knew location. So asked one man about Pheonix mall as suggested by him. It was walking distance bas thoda chalke "Aage se right" lena tha !! Reached Pheonix after walking 6-7 Minutes. Man, This Pheonix High Street is very big. 4-5 Different buildings. Heard about Pheonix mall, aaj dekh bhi liya ! There was one place where it was some wider place and at big screen Netflix's House of the Cards were streaming.

It took me a while to find way till PVR. Finally reached at venue. From Members desk collected Pass. JD is about to reach in 15 Mins. Today security were tight comparatively other premiere, every staff member was wearing blazer and walki-talkie, bouncers were also more. Its like something special is gonna happen.

I went upstairs. As suggested by security guard premiere was on 3rd Floor. Already people were standing in queue.

Still 30 Mins to start, everyone were chit chatting , looking in thier phone, some were clicking pictures and few foodie were standing in front of counter collecting their popcorn and cold drinks.

I took out my phone and started surfing facebook, while scrolling new feed one post from Huffington post caught my attention and i said Ohh Fuck, is this true ?!! It was titled "Brad Pitt Has Quietly Arrived In Mumbai And Is Going To Chill With Shah Rukh Khan Tonight. This is not a drill." I clicked article and read whole article,

It was written that he is in Mumbai to promote his upcoming film War Machine !! really ?!! I thought Oh God, this is gonna be crazy experience if he is going to be

here along with Director post screening ! JD joined me, he told me he just saw Vidhu Vinod Chopra, wow! i saw him article he was also surprised and started talking about possibilities to come Brad Pitt, why they officially not announce, because it might create chaos. I asked JD to stand in queue and lead towards washroom in my way i also saw Vidhu Vinod Chopra wearing Sky blue shirt and goggles, Now one thing confirmed from all these, Brad Pitt is coming here for sure !!

We took our seat in 6th raw from front in middle from where stage is visible clearly and we can take Troy star's pictures clearly. All seats were filled within couple of minutes. Anoopama Chopra came and gave introduction about movie and also informed that there is post screening interaction with Director so request everyone to be seated and attend, though also informed that doors will be closed until interaction get completed !

And show begins - Netflix presents and Plan B Company productions WAR MACHINE !! Movie was very interesting, it was war political satire. How one US Army's General Glen Macmohan appointed in Afghanistan to finish war which was ongoing since past 8 Yeasr post 9/11. What action he takes, problems he faced from Afghanistan , from

America, from High Level Army officers and so called "Leaders".

I liked Ben Kingsley's role as a Afghan President, it was too funny ! I liked one of his dialogue where he was sick and General Glen went to met him and asked him "You are leader, you should behave like leader" then He replied "ya, I am behaving like leader, i am unavailable !" This was hilarious. And one more dialogue in narration which says "War is not fought by Countries or Armies, war is always fought by Men ", its very deep, it shows how politicians, so called leaders and industrialists for their own self interest play with people's life in the name of war.

Now, audience started moving but some one from crew announce to please be seated , conversation starting in next 5 mins, they started arranging lights , cameras and all. Also total 4 chairs arranged. I like one is for Anchor Anupama, one is more Director David , who 3 else ? Now chances of Brad Pitt's presence is increased 300%, 3 vacant seats there !! Everyone was waiting, few camera's were towards entry gate, person seated beside me asked me to keep his seat he wanted to go washroom, but came back after minutes told doors are closed they were not allowing to go outside. And after 2-3 minutes there were some movement towards entry gate and Anoopama came and announce that please welcome Director David Michod, audience applaud as David came, now suspense is who 3 else is going to be there on hot seat ? Next she announce please welcome producer of the film Dede Gardener and Jeremy Kleiner. Audience applaud as one man and lady came to stage. And then she announce "And Brad Pitt....”

Wwooohhhhhooooo... I stand up and started applauding and cheering, Audience also started applauding, cheering as " Brad Pitt him self " entered in Auditorium waving his hand, in Grey color blazer and goggles Hollywood's and Worlds biggest star was in front of us. Everyone was clicking pictures. I was watching him without blinking my eyes, i couldn't believe i was seating 6 raw away from Brad Pitt, THE BRAD PITT ! Whose movies i saw during my school in 30 Rs pirated DVD and some on TV at home, some in friend’s laptop in college, can't believe Ocean's 11, 12,13, Fight Club TROY, Mr.and Mrs. Smith, Curious case of Benjamin Button, The Counselor, The Big Short was there in front of me. Never thought i will get a chance to see him like this, this was biggest surprise ever !!

Conversation started he share his experience about War Machine, how they came with idea, about releasing movie exclusively on Netflix, his visit to India and while asked to give advise to young film makers, he share his experience of auditions and how his struggle was and one thing he said NEVER GIVE UP, "Embrace the Suck !"

Said thank you and walked out of the Auditorium. As he left we - audience also left the auditorium with happy surprise which will remember forever and ever !

Thank You MAMI !!

#HangInThere 26th May 2017

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How Karlie Kloss, Rihanna, and More Up their Easy Airport Beauty Game

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When Binx Walton strode down the stone runway at Saint Laurent tonight, heads whipped around in a domino impact of double takes—not at the liquid leather get dressed, designed through Anthony Vaccarello for his debut on the house, But on the silver spot sparkling beside it. Changed into that—should it possibly be, of all things—a rhinestone-encrusted nipple?

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