#ouch Mera Dil

[mera-mann-kehne-laga]

Koi jaage soye mujh mein Meri raatein aur mere din Saare khoye usmein Koi itna apna laage Mera nadaan yeh dil Jaise dhadke usmein

Mujhee jo huaa haii, iskii naa dawaa hai Kisii ne chhuaa hai dil Yeh kiski nazar ka hai asarr Poochhe jo koooi toh teraaa naam dooon

[brokenbutterflywing]

Ouch. So I'm not the only surgeon here. Not the only one with a sharp knife for a tongue.

Par karle yaar, who if not you. When if not now.

Tujhe haq hai.

Haq, Haqeeqat.

Mera sach sunna asaan nhi tha, par bolna aur bhi mushkil tha.

Har baar jab tujhe khudko kutta bhow bhow bulate hue sunti thi, it used to feel like a knife slicing through my flesh, but yes, I made you feel small.

Qubool hai, teri laat hai.

Tune mere muh pe fek ke maara tha Mera Dil, I was too much, and then I became nothing. Neither was good enough. I wasn't looking but I found him, and fuck how much I've tried to protect your heart from my happiness. How much I hurt HIM to make space for you in my life.

But when all is said and done, my true face is the one who threw you out and wrecked you.

Seh lenge, it's your pain after all.

[mysterioh]

Saajan Ji Ghar Aaye - Chapter One

Bucky Barnes x Desi!Reader

Synopsis: After a brisk romance in London, Bucky follows you back to your home in Upstate New York where the preparations for your marriage to the son of a family friend are well underway. As the inevitable countdown to your wedding begins, Bucky remains optimistic in his pursuit of your love and your family’s acceptance.

Arranged Marriage/Forbidden Lovers AU

“Saajan Ji ghar aaye” means “your beloved has come to your home”.

Masterlist

I. Koi Mil Gaya

Koi Mil Gaya. Mera Dil Gaya. 

There’s a peculiar charm to airports. The continuous hum of cheerful chatter, luggage wheels rolling softly on shining white tiles, and cell phones ringing create a lively atmosphere. The pungent aroma of coffee beans wafting from cafe stalls brings the comfort and warmth of home to a junction where different parts of the world connect.

It’s late in the afternoon. The sun pours through the large ceiling to floor windows that curve around the place.  Streams of people flow through the terminal building while others sit in the lounge, either excited or bored.

"Oho, Ummi, I'll be fine,"  you groaned on the phone, pulling your carryon as you made your way to the gate. "I've been on a plane before.”

Ummi replies with a snarky remark, but you know she's just worried underneath it.

“Okay, maybe not alone, but how hard can it be? I’ll be fine. Stop worrying,” you replied. Ummi releases a deep sigh and hands the phone over to your father. "Hello? Abbu?" you said, "Hanji, main thik hu. Hanji, hanji, sab kuch meray paas hi hai.”

"Are you sure you'll be okay?"  Abbu asks one last time just to make sure.  

You sigh deeply. "Yes, I promise. I’ll be fine. It's a direct flight to London. I just have to get on the right plane. That's it.”

Unfortunately, your word wasn’t enough for him. He goes on to lecture you about the dangers of the airport with the classic “young girls shouldn’t be traveling alone” spiel.  After hearing the very same lecture for years, reiterated with a new subject matter so many times, it automatically goes through one ear and out the other.

You knew he meant well. He always did. Every step he took had the wellbeing of his family in mind. But sometimes he overdid it; and it was those certain moments that made you cringe.  

Your ears perked up when the PA system spoke overhead. “Passengers for Flight 9B4 to London, please go to Gate 36.”

"Abbu, I’ll talk to you later!” you exclaim. “They're calling my flight. I gotta go. Bye!"  You hang up on him before he can say anything with a mischievous grin. 

You speed walk down the terminal, using the overpass with directions as a guide. Another announcement has you running through the crowds, slightly pushing and whispering sorries as you do. By the time you get to the gate you’re a heaving mess. You give your boarding pass to the gate agent while bending over to catch your breath.

“Made it just in time,” she chirped with an amused smile.

You reply with a breathy laugh, unable to say a word.

Damn, I’m out of shape.

She verifies your boarding pass and hands it back. “Enjoy your flight.”

You thank her before entering the air bridge and into the plane. A gorgeous blond attendant at the door greets you warmly then guides you up the aisle towards the first class seats. You find your seat by the window. Slipping your carryon into the overhead compartment, you take your seat then pull out your phone to message your dad about successfully getting on the plane.

From the corner of your eye, you see a guy lifting his bag to place it in the compartment above. The hem of his shirt hovers just above his waist as he stretches, showing the band of his Calvin Klein boxers and a teaser of what seems to be a very sculpted torso.

You whip your head towards the window, embarrassed by yourself for looking at him.  You hear the seat next to you dip and groan inwardly. You give him a side glance as he rustles through his backpack for something.

His side profile is gorgeous. Short, fluffy brown locks just begging your fingers to run through them. A perfectly straight nose and a sculpted jaw.

A phone notification forces you to look away. It's a message from Abbu wishing you safe travels. A grin spreads on your face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard Flight 9B4 with service from New York to London," the head attendant announces.

"Mind if I squeeze this right here?" he says, already pushing his bag between your legs and his.

I mean you already did?

"Yeah, that's fine," you reply.

"Thanks," he grins.

"We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and please turn off all electronic devices, including laptops and cellphones," the attendant drolls. "Thank you for choosing British Airways. Enjoy your flight."

You listen to her directions and securely strap yourself in. You take a deep breath and relax into your seat as the plane begins to move.

"Nervous?"

You turn over to find the guy looking at you with a goofy smile.

"No," you replied, a bit harsher than you intended to.  

"I was just asking," he chuckles. "I'm nervous."

"First time?" You asked.

"No," he denied with a shake of the head. "I always get nervous. You never know what can happen y'know? Like what if the engine bursts when we're over the ocean? We're all fucking screwed."

He had a point and it was a plausible fear, but what decent human being would actually come out and say it while the plane was taking off?

You look at him completely dumbfounded.

"Didn't mean to scare you."

Your lips contort into a pout. "I'm not afraid."

He shrugs. "Looks like you are."

"Well, I'm not," you affirm.

"Alright, so when the plane takes a nosedive into the ocean, I'll count on you to save me 'cause I'm going to be scared out of my mind."

"I'm not going to save you," you reply flatly.

"Ouch," he chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners when he does. "Whatever happened to being a Good Samaritan?"

"We'd both die instantly. There's no point in helping."

"Geez, you're depressing."

You fall back into your seat as the plane begins to rise.

"Oh, this is it," he announces with exaggerated excitement.

"Can you please be quiet?"

"Sorry," he whispers apologetically.

You look out the small window, watching the plane lift off the ground and rise into the sky.  Even as the engines rumbled and the ringing in your ears grew irritating, the scenery through the little window made your heart feel at ease. The clouds flowed constantly like sheets that stretched to the horizon.  As the wings sliced through the dense layer, a brilliant evening sun scattered a hazy pink over the clouds, leaving you in awe and admiration. The plane levels and sets on a steady course over the clouds.

You reach down into your handbag and pull out the novel you've been trying to finish.

"Is that the Kite Runner?" he asks.

"It is," you reply with a smile. The first time you've smiled in your short time with him and he has to admit it's a pretty one.

"That's a great book! I finished it in three days."

"Oh wow," you exclaimed, slightly embarrassed that it was taking you weeks. Not your fault though. You were busy.

"Yeah," he sighs, reminiscing a good memory. "I don't read many books, but that one," he points at the book in your hand. "It moved me to tears."

Your hand brushes over the cover. "Yeah, I like it so far. I love how flawed Amir is and how he strives to be better. It's so relatable."

"Yeah, it's so realistic," he replies. "I cried when he found out Hassan died."

"Hassan dies?" You gasped.

From the dumbfounded look on your face, he realizes that he's committed one of the greatest sins. "What? No!" He laughs nervously. "I meant Baba dies."

"Baba dies too?"

"No," he shakes his head. "Nobody dies. They all live—happily. They all live a happy ending."

He can feel a thousand curses shot in his way just by the way you're glaring at him.

"Aha," he laughs awkwardly. "I'll just shut up now."

"Good idea," you mumble.

"Would you two like anything?" The flight attendant asked.

"Uh, yeah I'll have some water," he replies then turns to you. "Do you–"

"No thank you," you replied curtly, opening up your book to where you left off.

Bucky takes the bottle from the attendant with a sheepish smile. He decides not to bother you anymore and pulls out his air pods to listen to some music that would hopefully lull him to sleep. He puts on his slow playlist then shifts into his seat until he feels comfortable. He closes his eyes, allowing the music to relax him and just as his consciousness begins to ebb, a heavy thud on his shoulder brings him back to reality.

He turns to find you fast asleep with your head resting against his shoulder.

Bucky couldn’t stop his lips from stretching into a wide grin. There's just something so intimate about someone —stranger or not— falling asleep on your shoulder that makes your heart flutter. It made his insides flip and a light blush scatter on his cheeks. He sits quietly, making sure not to move too much so he doesn’t wake you.  

Wide awake, he twiddles his thumbs, wondering what to do. He sees the book in your lap and slowly slips it out from underneath your hand. You wouldn't mind if he borrowed it. He flips to the first page and starts to read, delving deep into a distant world that rested in his hands.

As Bucky travels back to 1970’s Afghanistan through the memories of his flawed storyteller, Amir, a brilliant idea pops in his mind.

It's a stretch, but it might just work.

All he needs is a piece of paper and a pen.

"Farhan!" You wave in excitement.

"Y/N!" He shouts back, weaving through the crowd to get to you.

You jump into his arms and give your brother a tight hug.

"I've missed you so much!" you whined, shaking him from side to side.

"I've missed you too," he says, a chuckle coloring his words. You push him back to have a good look at him.

"You look kinda skinny," you comment, "have you been eating?"

Farhan rolls his eyes. "You sound like mom." He takes the suitcase by your side and pulls it along. "Now come on, let's get out of here."

Farhan was your mother's pride and joy. She loved all her children, but she loved him just a little bit more.

He was the trophy child of the family, and as the heir to one of the largest enterprises in the world, he had to be. He was the best in school, the best on the field, and had a magnetic personality that attracted crowds from miles away. If it wasn't his personality that attracted others it was his looks. He was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome with the most gorgeous hazel eyes that fringed with smooth green under the right light. You can't recall how many times your friends asked if he was single. As if you'd actually give them a chance with your brother.

After graduating from Oxford with an MBA degree, he decided to stay in England and work at the London branch of the company, honing his skills before he took his throne.

Farhan was perfect in every way and your parents wouldn't miss a chance to boast about him. He was the envy of the elite. His name was clear of scandals and only marked with achievement after achievement, raising the family name to soaring heights.

Only problem he had was that he refused to get married. He wouldn't even look at the pictures of girls your mother offered him. When she'd asked him why he didn't want to, he always had the same answer.

"They don't want me, they want my name."

Sometimes, you wished you had his boldness.

"How was the flight?" Farhan asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Good," you replied. You cringe from embarrassment, remembering how you slept on that guy's shoulder the entire flight.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you turn to look out the window, watching raindrops racing down the side of the window. "It's kind of weird sitting on this side of the car," you laugh.

He chuckles. "It is, but you get used to it after a while. How's the wedding going?"

You exhale deeply while leaning against the window. "I don't know, ask Ummi."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, Ummi does everything. I just sit there and look pretty."

Farhan laughs from his stomach. "Why not tell her to ease back a bit?"

"I don't mind it,” you explained. “Honestly, I'm grateful. I can't plan shit, but I just wished she wouldn't talk about it so much."  

Farhan’s brows crease in confusion. “You’re not getting cold feet are you?”

“N-no!” you stammered. “It just gets me anxious, that’s all.”

He sighs, waiting at the light. “You bring it on yourself, Y/N,”

Your head whips towards him. “And what do you mean by that?”

“You try so hard to please everyone else, that you end up not caring for yourself."

“That’s not true—”

“We both know this wedding is only to please Abbu," he interjects with a sad chuckle. “You’re only marrying Ayan for him.”

You scoffed. “I’m marrying Ayan because I want to," you counter. “He’s sweet and really nice—”

“But do you love him?”

You fall back against the window with a sigh. “Farhan I don't want to talk about this," you mumbled.

"But don't you think you should?" He questions.

“Yeah, Abbu picked Ayan for me. So what about it?" you lectured, waving your hands around. "He's always done what's best for us. So what’s to say he won’t pick the one that’s the best for me?”

“But shouldn’t you be the one who knows what’s best for you? Not Abbu?” he contended, eyes fixated on the street. “You say you’re an independent adult, Y/N, but you’ve never stepped out from underneath his wing. You've never tried anything for yourself, it's always what he wants," he jabbed, hitting you harder than he had intended to.

You retreat to your window in defeat and shame.

“Hey," he whispers, shaking your arm. You don't look at him cause you might just cry; and that's one thing you'd never do in front of him. At least not anymore.

"I’m not trying to make you feel bad, I just worry about you sometimes," he confesses. "I want you to be happy doing what you want to do and not what others want from you."  

You turn just a little to peek over at him with a quaint smile. He smiles back, holding your hand tight. “This is what I want. Really it is. Don't worry."

He laughs in defeat. "Whatever you say, Aloo."

You smack his arm. "Don't call me that!"

You plop onto the bed after unpacking your bags. Farhan had to take a business call, leaving you to your own devices. You scroll through different apps, bored out of your mind and a bit sleepy.

A notification drops down.

Ayan

Have fun on your trip! Call me when you get the time. 😊

Your insides twist at the message and not in the excited, butterflies in your stomach kind of way. It’s more like a dreadful duty that you don’t want to do right now.

You swipe the notification away, promising yourself that you’d call him tomorrow, and decide you should go to sleep. You reach over for your bag on the bedside table to get your phone charger. You pull out the novel you quickly shoved inside before leaving the plane, and notice a paper sticking out at the top of the book. You raise a brow in confusion. You never had any bookmarks, and just folded the corners to save the page. You pulled it out and weren’t expecting a message.

Sorry about spoiling the book. Maybe I can make it up to you? If you’re staying in London, hit me up.  

917 - 569 - 2156

- Bucky

Translations:

“Hanji, main thik hu. Hanji, hanji, sab kuch meray paas hi hai.” - Yes, I’m fine. Yes, Yes, I have everything with me.

Aloo - Potato ( a nickname)

Taglist: @anjali750​ @desibarnes​ @regainedworld​ @saintsebastian-stan​

[vishwaspur]

Dabba Tales: 7th July, 2017 [the finale]

(Last episode of Dil Boley Oberoi. I’ll get senti later. Let’s go!)

BM continues her poisoning drama!

I dont need this sperm pumping recap tbh..

(I can already imagine Mia making an epic reaction shot/meme out of this scene xD)

GAURI IS BEING STRANGLED BY BM’S DUPPATA!

she called for Omkara!

AND OMKARA PRAKAT HOGAYE!!

He looks out for blood.

KUNAL JAISINGH Y’ALL!!!

OMMGGGEEEEE!! He is facing BM and defending Gauri!

He witnessed everything!!

FINAALLLYYY!!!

I’m crying!! Gauri is practically hiding behind Omkara..grabbing his back cuz she’s so scared!

OMKIE HAS NO TIME FOR BM’S BULLSHIT!!

SAB SUNN LIYAAA!

“Kaise aapka Ratan ayega..aur Omkara jaega”

I am already painting the parallel gifsets :’)

And we are back in OM?

Khair.

Jhanvi and Omkara talking about Lies vs Intention

I’m just..okay koi baat nahin..

Oh Jhanvi..where do you get all this understanding from?

Omkara has no time for this though.

BM IS SINGING THE RATAN SONG!

It’s so creepy and scary..

I am having goosebumps..

OMKARA MUJHE BACHAAOOO!!!

BM has lost all her marbles. She no longer cares. Mad..aurat mad hogayi.

Omkara is disturbed by it..

“Bua Maa Ratan nahin ayega..”

Is he trying to do kung fu to defend himself?

“Mera Ratan aaraha tha Omkie...per wo ladki jhoot bol rahi thi..”

Ratan train hai kya?

Khatam karo yaar ye qissaaa...

ANDE!

Doctor ko konse test mile yaar BM ke that he diagnosed her as losing her mental balance?

How is Daadi still standing on her own two feet after living in OM Madhouse for this long is a mystery I’ll never be able to solve..

BM is being packed to mental asylum.

World ke best doctors toh na hi kaho han please Omkie..did you forget your coma story?

Awwww! Jhanvi is such a strong #TeamGauri. She gave Queenie all the credit she deserved.

I SAW THESE FBS ALREADY! I DONT NEED A RECAP!!

wtf wtf wtf?!?!?

BM is faking her madness so that no one would call her “gunahgaar”?!

RATAN KA QISSA ABHI BAAQI HAI?!

 Andaaayyyyy

Gauri is giving her pre-leaving speech for the 128127th time.

She’s leaving T_T

TUSSI JAARAHE HO...TUSSI NA JAAOO!

OOh that duppatta trailing bit is gorgeous..

They dont even have proper romantic scenes for FBs. SMH.

Omkara agaya.

FUCK ITS SAATHIYA DUET!!!!!

CAPSLOCK ON!!!!

HE IS WATCHING HER LEAVE!!

HAYYEEEEEEEEEE

HE IS FOLLOWING HER IN THAT PARDAH MAZE!!

OUCH! SHE STUMBLED! AND HE INSTINCTIVELY REACHED OUT TO HER BUT QUEEN DOESN’T NEED HELP!

DOES SHE EVEN KNOW HE IS THERE?!

HE IS TOUCHING THE CURTAIN SHE HELD FOR SUPPORT

EXCUSE ME

THIS SONG IS KILLING ME

“Kahin jaarahi ho?”

How did he appear next to her?

“Jaana zaroori hai?”

OF STOP HER OMKIEEE

She says she has no excuse, reason, or right to stay here anymore T_T

“Aur agar main kahoon mat jao...ruk jao?”

URGH!! They are so beautifuL!!!

“Kyun? Bataiye aapke paas koi wajah hai humein yahan rokne ki?”

Queen is serving shade even NOW! I love her so much it physically hurts me.

BATA OMKIE!! Do you have any answer?

THE DIALOGUES!!

YOU NEED TO WATCH THIS!!

Okay I’ll just quote cuz FUCK THIS IS EVERYTHING!!

“Aapne humein kabhi samjha hi nahin. Aur yehi hamare rishte ki sachai hai, uski haqeeqat hai..aur uska wajood.”

SO APTLY SUMMARIZED!!

Queen has no time for his mood swings again.

HE HELD HER HAND TO STOP HER FROM GOING!!

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!

THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!

AND THE DUET SAATHIYA

I CANT EVEN EXPLAIN THIS FEEL

Y’ALL!!

WATCH THIS!!

IT’S AN EXPERIENCE!!

He said he wants to know her.

He

WANTS

To

Know

Who

Gauri

Actually

IS.

He SAId SORRY!!!

“Ab toh ruk jaao.”

Queen is still not convinced.

YAASS!

I’M LEGIT NO JOKES CRYING

AT MY QUEEEN

SAYING SHE WILL NO LONGER ALLOW HERSELF TO BE DISRESPECTED BY HIM

SHE WILL NO LONGER STAY IN THE FEAR OF THE DAY HE WILL ASK HER TO LEAVE AGAIN!!

Y’AALLLLL!!!

Oh god..Gauri told him WHY she had been coming back like a shamless person despite him telling her to leave.

“Apni izzat se zyada aapki zindagi pyaari thi..”

THE FUCKIGN BAREILY LAST EPI KE PARALLELS WITH THIS!!

my heart is too fragile to handle aal thiss..

OOOOH SNAAAPPP!!

HE SAID THE PATNI WORD!!

AAAAHHHH!!!!

“Jaldbazi mein decision mat lo..just think about it..”

YOU LONG HAIRED DILDO!!! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOUR WORDS?! THEY RE ALL WRONG!!

He is even bribing her with Shankar Ji..

WHO IS HE AND WHAT HAPPENED TO OMKARA?!

Wait what? That’s the end?

She said she cant think with him around her and asked him to leave..

LOOOL! And he did!

Urgh..Anday.

Precap: Rudy’s birthday celebration.

And we are done ^_^ Dabba Tales wasn’t here for long but THANK YOU everyone for loving this blog and my live episode reactions in the time being. May we meet again in future Dabba Tales!