#police officer Bheem

[campterodactyl]

Special officer Komuram Bheem

Eyeless version behind the line because @luxshine thought it looked cool ;) also adding the lineart art if anyone wanna try and color this thing cause I’m not entirely happy with the result ^^

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[winterbeautyees]

Ram: I've had a thorough plan that's been in perform for four years. I will join the police force, faking my loyalty to the British Government and beat up the revolutionaries to make the government trust me. Then once I got an upgrade to a special officer, I'll finally get my permit to enter the warehouse and then I'll bring these guns to my people so that they could fight back.

Bheem: I bring the zoo.

[enigma-the-mysterious]

Ram: Bheem is too good for this world, too pure. He has never done anything wrong ever

Bheem's track record: Breaking into government property, vandalism of government property, aggravated assault on police officer, aggravated assault on police officer, homicide, homicide, aggravated assault on police officer, aggravated assault on police officer, inciting a violent riot, homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide, aggravated assault on police officer, breaking into government property, homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide, blowing up government property, stealing weapons, homicide

[somefanficrecomendations]

October Monthly Recap

BATMAN

A Midafternoon Beetdown by whaleofatime (gen), 4k, Humor It's a regular Wednesday like any other, and Jason's just trying to take out a corrupted police officer. Instead, he inexplicably finds himself cosplaying an organic farmer stuck in the middle of a hostage situation. Crime doesn't pay, but being the Red Hood is somehow worse, fuck.

What’s Wrong With the One We Live In? by incorrectbatfam (gen), 1k, Humor, Ghosts Duke is house-sitting, Jason is deliriously sick, and the ghost of their grand-butler inhabits a vintage panini press.

Satin in a Coffin by InsaneTrollLogic (gen), 8k, Ghosts, Bad Parent!Bruce At the behest of several dead Robins, Stephanie Brown kidnaps a Robin.

fill in the blanks by mindshelter (Tim Drake/Kon-El), 2k, Memory Loss, Fluff “You?” Tim blurts. Holy shit. “You’re Kon?” A nod. “Are you in any pain?” he asks again. Kon’s skin is sun-kissed, cheekbones dusted with a fine smattering of freckles; he is, without exaggeration, the prettiest person Tim has ever seen. “No, I’m—great,” he says, fidgeting. “Do you, uh, come here often?” Kon raises a brow. “To the medbay?” he intones. “Definitely more often than I’d prefer.”

The Ouija Boy by SunnyBlue (gen), 26k, Case Fic, Ghosts Tim sees dead people. When a Batboys murder investigation is going nowhere, he realizes his only chance at solving the case is to speak to the ghost of one of the victims. He has to reveal his secret to his brothers -- or risk the killer getting away.

The Right Substitution is Key by AddictedApple (gen), 34k, Jason Todd is Batman, Protective!Jason Todd “The Red Hood has been good for Gotham,” Robin continued. “Crime in Park Row decreased by sixty one percent almost as soon as you showed up, and that’s even taking into account all the crime you commit. Drug overdoses have decreased by twenty two percent in adults and seventy nine percent in minors. Homeless minors are ninety two percent less likely to—” “Kid,” Jason interrupted. “Enough statistics. What the hell is this about?” Robin slowly lowered the tablet with his powerpoint presentation and looked up at Red Hood. “You care about Gotham,” Robin summarised. “Gotham needs Batman. Batman is missing and so is Nightwing. We need you to fill in for Batman.” “You want me to cover Batman’s patrols?” Jason clarified. “No,” Robin said. “I want you to be Batman.” Jason bluescreened. (Or: Batman and Nightwing mysteriously disappear before Red Hood has even started antagonising them, Robin is desperate, Gotham needs Batman, and Red Hood is Batman-Shaped.)

RRR

What Lies Between Free Will and Duty by ancient_thessaly (Alluri Sitarama Raju/Komaram Bheem), 21k, Post-Canon “How long are you staying?” Bheem asked, hopeful. Ram grimaced. “Not long. A week, at most.” “I understand. You are needed elsewhere,” Bheem breathed out sympathetically. He forced out smile. “The work has just begun.” “We will have plenty of time to plot and plan later. Not tonight. Tonight…” Ram heavily dropped his cup down, crossed his legs, and leaned forward. Tonight, he just wanted to be light. “I've been told you are catching horses now? Did that happen before or after you pierced your nose?” Bheem bit his lip before smiling a real smile, eyes sparkling with joy. Ram felt so light he could float away. . In the events following Governor Scott Buxton's death, there's a revolution to be built, wounds to heal, and feelings to explore.

Draupadi's Husbands by magaramach (Alluri Sitarama Raju/Komaram Bheem), (Komaram Bheem/Sita), 8k, Pining "You’ll marry Seetha, and you’ll care for her in the way that she deserves. I’ll spend my life loving you, you’ll spend yours loving me, and when you have children I’ll love them because they’re yours. And it will be enough.” “Will it?” Ram says, carefully. Bheem kisses his knuckles once more and sets his hand gently down. “It will have to be.”   Five conversations held late at night, and one held in the day.

[lakshana-ke-lakshan]

Ok y'all, imagine a modern AU for RRR. What profession suits our main characters? Idk about ram tbh, I'm not as invested in him as I'm invested in Bheem.

But Bheem

This guy

As we'll think at first glance that he'd be doing some Hard and rugged job, considering his body

Which is correct to a very good extent

Bro has a build of a bear

Like-those arms and not to mention, those ✨ thighs ✨

But what I think, he'll choose to be some kind of a doctor...or a vet all together

Cuz look, this guy(in the movie) , makes a cure, for a snake, that was said to be incurable by a member of his OWN tribe and ram? He fine-

Yes, this might seem that ram has some good GOOD healing system, I agree. But it's good doesn't mean that it'll be able to cure some incurable venom????!!!!!

Or this maybe made me realise that I'm watching a movie 🙂

And yes, lacchu might even have been lying about the- "dead within one hour" part, but looking at the sheer expression of shock and dread filling bheem's face says otherwise.

So yes,bheem whips out some good aa leaves and makes a paste, boom 💥 wound is gone

A good ass doctor.

And like- even better if he's like a pediatrician. I'm sure he gives the best hugs and kids will absolutely love and trust him for sure. And + point, he'd be also very good at consoling the family of patients yk, considering he looks like a big big empath

So ya

But imagine, ram, a detective or some kinda police officer, gets wounded and taken to the hospital where bheem takes care of him.

It's friendship at first sight y'all unfortunately

Then the usual-

"Bhaiya how the hell do you get wounded so much ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ" while tenderly caring for them wounds and ram just watched him with a smile on his face he doesn't realise is there.

Then suddenly ram realises what he's doing

Getting wounded on purpose just to meet Bheem

This is not healthy (both ways)

So ya, plot develops and 💥

So yes

Bheem= doctor

I rest my case your honor

[wounds-seen-and-unseen]

Yathamathi

Ekam: Pandu

My entry for @whumpmasinjuly Day 12: Caught, featuring people caught in different ways, both literal and metaphorical. @whumpmasinjuly-archive

Note on the Sanskrit:

Pitashree: Father (respectful)

And so we open, with fathers and sons in focus.

Note on the cast of characters

Devavrata “Bhishma” Kauraveya- Head of the family, also of the one-party government

Dhritarashtra Kauraveya- Devavrata’s first son

Duryodhan Kauraveya- Dhritarashtra’s eldest son.

Pandu Kauraveya- Devavrata’s second son and political heir

Pritha Kauraveya- Pandu’s wife

Yudhisthir Kauraveya- Pandu’s eldest son, his political heir

Bheem Kauraveya- Pandu’s second son, a police officer

Arjun “Parth” Kauraveya- Pandu’s youngest son, the darling baby of the family, an elite Airforce officer and doctor.

Krishn Varshenya- Arjun’s best friend and pilot, also his maternal cousin.

More characters to be added as necessary!

Tagging @themorguepoet @khudrang @dreamer-in-sleep and @hindumyththoughts for being my betas, ( @themorguepoet is basically my co-writer in this one!), @harinishivaa @blue-lotus333 and @justabitofwhump

Let me know via ask/comment/DM if you want to added to/removed from the taglist!

Story below the cut.

Ekam: Pandu

Pitashree’s hands tighten around my shoulders in the inescapable vice they were. “You will do your duty. The nation demands that of you. Even our beloved child…is secondary. The will of the people is supreme.” His eyes are starring into mine, forcing his will on me.

He pauses for a moment. “You must forswear…” Even he must pause, before taking the child’s name, my son’s name, in such a context. “…Arjun.” Arjun. Arjun, whose guileless, dimple-cheeked smile makes him look half a child. Whose hands held me in the last true embrace I remember. Arjun, whose sincerity echoes in his actions, whose very name is a testament to purity.

My father’s hands shake me back into bleak reality, away from treasured, cherished memories. “The implications of the videos, plastered across media, are too dire. We must act, and act now, lest it be a matter shaming our family more than it already has.”

Though I nod mutely, his voice echoes across time. “Pitashree,” it says, dulcet, lilting, “You will see, I’ll make you all proud!” Fatherly instinct drives me to deny any possibility of my son, Pritha’s son, ever bringing shame to us, and yet. The videos do show a different truth. The same child who wanted to serve his country turning his familiar smile onto enemies of the state, freely discussing with them, sharing bits of information to them…interspersed with my fond memories, bring to my mind an aspect of my son we had always thought of as innocent idealism, yet, with the stark picture painted by these videos…could it have been genuine sympathy for our enemies?

The interviewer’s voice breaks into my thoughts. “The nation grieved with your family, sir, when the initial news came out., especially with the reputation he had, of being devoted to his duty.” I force myself to nod as he pauses, the video montage flashing to one of the earlier videos.

“I cannot imagine your shock, sir,” he continues smoothly, “when his collusion with the enemy was revealed.” I swallow, sticking to the script, having essentially no other choice. One child, no matter how beloved, comes after the people, I repeat the refrain in my mind, but it is cold comfort. “Shocked, yes,” I go along with him, nodding.

It is not far from the truth. I had indeed been shocked.

Watching the same video again hardly reduces the emotion that rises, at the sight of Arjun and Krishn in that state. My son is on one knee, his wrists soaking the rope tying them red. He had, in spite of that, wrapped a rough bandage around them, hardly caring about the other wounds on him, before he had bandaged Krishn’s surface gashes gently. He had gone on to give the same gentle, considerate treatment to the militants that held him captive in our neighbour’s land.

The captors had quite a time with both of them, knocking them around, obviously enjoying hurting them. Krishn had at least defended himself to some extent, but Arjun had hardly raised a finger in his own defence.

Even bleeding, clearly in pain, he had prioritised treating them. In the records, even the militants seem shocked by his obvious care.

“Given the nature of what we see, I am with the people, sir,” the interviewer manages to sound regretful, a regret I doubt he is actually feeling. “You and your son are known to be quite close. How can we be certain that we are in safe hands, when your child can commit so gross a betrayal?”

“I am first and foremost a son of the nation,” I reply heavily.

“Thank you for saying that, Mr. Kauraveya. However, it recently came to light that your son had already had leanings towards the militants, and that the possibility of you intentionally keeping it from the public cannot be denied.”

The reminder of Duryodhan’s so-called ‘candid’ interview is enough to escalate the volume of my voice, though I could hardly deviate from the script. “Rest assured, sir, that both I and my father put the nation first.”

I pause, having to take a deep breath before I say what I must. Even so, I know my voice is far from calm and composed. “Father takes his responsibility as the leader of the nation very seriously. As his spokesperson here, I will do my part in condemning any action that can erode national prestige and harmony, even if, as seen here, said action is done by my son.”

I look directly into the camera, trying to convey sincerity I definitely do not feel. Even though Arjun had definitely done something he shouldn’t…the father I am shuddered to say the words I have to.

“The people of our country are my first priority. He who forsakes them will find himself forsaken in turn, my own son though he might have been.”

I manage to hold my face to impassivity as the reporter says the customary thanks. Father merely offers a nod as I rush out, unable to breathe, even, in the bright glare of the studio.

I flee.

The moment my feet cross the threshold of home, I am stopped in my tracks. “Arjun would never forgive me if I did to you what you deserve. And, that, Senator, is the only reason you stand unharmed within physical reach of me.”

I cast my eyes to the floor, unable to face my wife’s indignation. “Prithey…” I begin, my voice an entreaty. She pays it no mind. “Make no mistake. The single sole reason I do not forsake you as you have done to a far better man than yourself is because of him alone. Because I know my child. I know that he is innocent enough to love and respect men who barefacedly disown him.”

Stung, hurt, I retort “I did not have a choice!” Pritha merely raises an eyebrow. “We all make choices, Senator. You have made yours in full view of the world. And I make mine. I am my son’s mother, and that alone. I will not allow those who betray his trust to get close to me. Therefore, leave. Leave before I lose what little forbearance I am holding on to because you are my son’s beloved but entirely undeserving father.”

I hesitate for a moment. My hesitation drives her anger to the zenith. “Get out of my sight!” she commands, firm and clear.

I am lost for words. What could I even say in the face of a mother’s fury?

Her eyes speaking volumes beyond her incensed words, she turns and leaves without according me even a glance.

I stand there, alone, whatever cold comfort my duty had given long lost, an intruder in my own family, protected only by the child I had forsaken.

[tasavvur-e-jaana]

tw: mention of self harm

//

“Lacchu! Tumhe jisne qaid kar ke rakha tha woh police officer ka pata chala?”

“Nahi anna.” His eyes met unmistakably with the other man present, sitting close to Bheem, one arm around the gond warrior.

“Ram, shayad tum jaante ho iske baare mein?” The words shot up the youngest man’s throat, almost spitting out like a hiss from a spitting cobra - but he curbed them with a clenched jaw and pursed lips.

//

After his escape everything had been a sort of a blur for Lacchu. It was a blink of an eye and they were on their way back, with Ram rescued and Sita and Jenny and everyone else in the village, celebrating and rejoicing. All the while Lacchu had been getting to know the bond of Ram and Bheem and their story, slowly realising how much his anna had fallen for the traitor. Then came the story of Ram, of Sita, of Jenny, of Malli - the story of his own fading into nothingness. He always did have the penchant to underplay his role after all.

During the time the gond man had thought of confessing to his anna the truth, the whole truth about what had transpired with him in captivity but he didn’t. He couldn’t. His anna was finally happy. And the scars too had almost healed now, hadn’t they? He could still hate Ram under the guise of him flogging Bheem which was not entirely a lie, he had enough fuel to loathe Ram for himself and on behalf of Bheem. So he carried it all within, only him and Ram the stakeholders of the secret of his suffering.

Ram had tried to apologise and he had outright refused, making him promise not to confess the curly haired man the truth. And that had been that. They steered clear of each other as much as possible. There was no point in stretching the facts so much that they become unwarranted fiction. It was too late anyway and the demons were his to deal with. The anger which had risen in him with the thoughts fizzed away at the last line of contemplation.

As the pain bloomed in his arms, spreading like the roots of a banyan tree in the ground through his veins and the very fibre of his being, his focus shifted entirely to it. The incessant, ghoulish mullings of his mind calming down. Hiding in the nooks and corners as the small birds do when an eagle enters the vicinity. Another cut, and one more, and one more followed, calming his brain. It was like meditating. The agonising, seething torment inflicted upon himself was his only source of solace for now.

[manasrout360]

RAMBHEEM FANMADE STORY

Warning :- Sex Rape blood

After scott death, his son George ( a fanmade character) want to take the revenge for his father's murderer. But after knowing his lover also with the murderer. He think about revenge

IN THE PAST

Ram was a handsome and beautiful man in all of the officer .

But there is one secret that he is intersex ( having female sexual part) and George know about it . Every officer have propose him more than 50 time including George. He didn't like any british to become his hubby. George is a Anglo indian . But he is different from his brother he like indian if they stand with them. After knowing that his father's murderer was bheem he squeeze the glass cup which cut of his hand start bleeding.

One of his servent come with clothes to clean the blood

He said "No need to clean my it , let it flow with my pain "

"What happened sir" asked the servant shaking with fear.

"FIRST THING HE TAKE MY LOVE and now he take my whole family from me ,how I can leave him ?" Said George

Who is he sir ? Said the servant

George stand hiting table shouting "BHEEM!"

In the other side

Ram and bheem starting their new life full of happiness and enjoyment. Jenny and sita are also in love.

Bheem told malli to decorate ram as a bride. Malli and her friends started decorating ram jenny and sita for their marriage .

On the marriage night bheem take ram to a alone place where the moonshine make a beautiful rainbows through the waterfall and beautiful flowers feels like dancing on the grass floor.

Ram was so amazed with beautiful landscapes that he forgot that he was with him but bheem took him near a beautiful lake. Bheem jump in the large force that the water splash at ram. Then ram tries to find bheem in water but bheem pull ram inside the water.

After coming out of water it's started rain and they found a cave full with flower grass floor and then bheem push ram to floor.

He opened his and ram clothes and kiss on ram's belly and slowly put his dick and massaging his ass. He bite on ram's ear and started fucking him so hard . The sound was spread through whole forest. After the sex ram said " I never knew that you did this much things which I never expected ".Bheem "that's why it called as surprise" . They kiss each other at moon light.

In the kingdom

George was brusting with anger . He called one of his officer named arjun who is also like ram beautiful and handsome. He also love him so he killed surya a police officer work with ram because yo take arjun away from him . He raped make him pregnant. Now he is 3 months pregnant. He tell him to find ram.

"Go find my love " said George

"I am your hubby and I am 3 months pregnant and that also with your baby but you didn't even care. You love your people but i know what have you done with me is not right at all . He will never accept you because he have a hubby " said arjun

"So, I will so do what I did with " he left saying that. Arjun sitted down and started crying because of pain of his hubby.

He went to bheem's village and ask for ram to come with him for the dinner and tour for his place. But jenny feels something fishy with his uncle. Then he took him with him to the kingdom. Ram was happy about that the people are living peace fully in their they reached the palace.

He called " darling come here see who has come"

Ram surprisely ask "Are you married "

Oh you knew that sweety I don't like woman, but you will surprise after knowing who is he" said George

He came down stairs and stand infront of him

"ARJUN!" Ram said shockingly

"Boss they are calling you" one of his worker said

"Okay, you both carry on I will be right back " said George and left them both

"What are you doi- "

"I am forced he make me pregnant and kill surya" said arjun crying so hard and hug ram tightly

"He also want to do that to you "

"What!" You means he will also bheem

Yes and make you pregnant like me I am 3 month pregnant

Then every thing became silence when he come

"So ram let's go to my room"

"I have some urgent work so can I leave "

George knew everything that arjun have told about him

Don't worry sweety I am not going to forget you after having children with ram

No I don't want children with you

Ram started running from George but George is more faster than ram. He suppressed ram on his bed. And started raping him.

What I want is this my revenge and love that I want

No... pls .... stop that ..... ah

It's paining right

It's painful I can't handle

Sorry but I'm not going to stop

No.......stop............AHHHHHHHH

After raping ram he left him on bed laying in same way.

I told you about him I can't save you

Dddon't worry I aammm ookkeay

With bheem

Sita where is ram you have told that he would have come till now

I am also worried bheem

Jenny was crying in the corner

Both of them asked jenny " what happened ? "

Ram is in danger I can't trust my brother

Don't worry jenny nothing will happen to him till I'm here I will bring him back

Take care bheem

Then bheem went to take ram ,when he reached there he killed one a soldier and wear it dress. Then some attack him.

Wait for part 2 coming soon

[fangirlshrewt97]

Bheem: [to Ram] Okay, just because you are making me very sexually confused does not mean that you are intimidating.

[mad-who-ra]

Dagger and Arrows (14)

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Okay, so more angst. But we are moving towards the end so, a part or two more. That's it. That makes me sad

Ram x Wife!Reader

Word Count : 924

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The plan was in place. It not as detailed as their previous plan because they had less time and a lot less resources and definitely less mental stability, but since the last plan did not work as decided anyway, she thought the impulsive plan might work better. She was willing to take that risk. Babai was not happy with the turn of events. But neither of them were in a place to listen to him. He understood that quickly and got on board. All he had to do was slip Bheem a blade while they were putting him in the vehicle. Ram left early in the morning to the barracks to take care of the guns and make sure none of them worked when they would fire. Y/N knew this definitely was the last time she was seeing Ram. She knew they would definitely get caught and they would be executed in no time. But neither of them were ready to deal with that and have that talk. So she preferred to stay in denial.

According to their makeshift plan, she waited for Bheem and Ram behind the trees near the river bank. It was very early in the morning. There was no way of knowing of Babai was successful in giving Bheem the blade, so she was ready for combat either way. Bheem arrived first. Her heart broke watching him like that. There were scars all over his body. His hands were tied as they carried him towards the place of execution. She could not see his face, but she knew he was tortured for days.

He stood in front of the rope. She watched his fingers work on the ropes silently and she breathed out a sigh of relief knowing he had a blade. Her heart quickened as she heard gunshots not far from them. That was not in the plan. But there was no time for her to freak out over it. Because Bheem was out of the ropes and he had gotten hold of a gun of one of the guards. He started hitting them with the back of the gun as they tried to load theirs and shoot him. This was the time for her to kick into action. So, she stepped out of her hiding place, taking out her dagger. It wasn’t much, but she worked the best with knives. The guards were panicking, first because Bheem was free and then because the guns were not working. They did not see her coming, until her blade sliced through one’s flesh. 

She punched the other one, catching him off guard before landing a clean blow of her dagger through his heart. It was chaotic to say the least. But chaos was something she loved. It gave a way out for her frustration of days. It did not seem like Bheem needed her help, anyway. This was for the peace of her own mind. The fear in their eyes before she stabbed them gave her an odd sense of satisfaction. 

By the time she killed the man trying to attack Bheem from behind, she was completely out of breath. The fatigue was catching upto her, as her fight or flight response slowed down. The gun shots that were muted till now, because of her adrenaline were clearly audible and fear started to settle in as she wondered if Ram was even alive.

“What are you doing here?” Bheem asked, as he locked a man’s hands. 

“Freeing you.” She muttered, slashing his neck.

She stared at him as almost every enemy was down. If it was some other situation, she would have hugged him and cried. She would have begged for forgiveness and apologised a thousand times. But they did not have the time. And she had no clue where to start.

“Y/N, come with me.” Bheem said, “it’s not safe.”

“Bheem, Ram-”

“He is a police officer-”

“I know.” She muttered and Bheem fell silent, surprise clear on his face.

“Wha-”

“You don’t understand, it is more complicated than-”

“Anna!” She whirled around as she heard Malli’s voice. She saw her running towards them. Ram was right behind her. She was relieved to see him alive, but that lasted only for a second till she saw his gun raised high. Before she could look back at his target, Bheem pushed her out of the way and she fell on the ground. It took her a minute to register what Bheem must have thought. She heard a gunshot and watched Bheem jump. He hit Ram with a branch. 

“Ram!” Y/N shouted running towards them. He was on the ground. Bheem held a sharp piece of wood over him. Y/N screamed as he lowered it. Her heart shattered as she ran over to them. 

“Ram!” She exclaimed falling onto the ground beside him. The piece was standing in the ground right beside his head. He had not killed Ram even after everything. She looked up see Bheem, carrying Malli on his back. He looked at her questioningly once. She shook her head. There was no way she was going to leave Ram.

“Go.” She shouted. She saw hesitation in his eyes before he turned around and started running across the field. She heard the voices of others coming their way and she pulled out her dagger. There was no time. She looked at Ram and he nodded. He was badly injured. But they would hold everyone down until Bheem and Malli were out of site. No matter what.

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[ramcharantitties]

kaise ho bhai log

I have a rrr hurt prompt for you guys, here are some points for it:

After Ram was kept in jail for weeks, his wife, y/n too, was tortured- and he didn't know about this. All the time he thought she found her fort back in her grandparent's house who were a superior government official

When Bheem rescued Ram and they were leaving Delhi, Ram believed that he is leaving his wife in security- whereas she was only being beaten and tortured more. It wasn't until Jenny told them about y/n.

So Ram and Bheem went back and rescued y/n. But unlike Ram, she wasn't a police officer driven solely by a promise, or unlike Bheem, who is a powerful leader of a tribe. The torture left a heavy impact on her mind- and she was unconscious for next five days

Skip to day sixth in care back in the village, she finally gains consciousness and overhears ram and bheem talking, how they left her in pain.

She feels that even if ram didn't know she was in the cell, at least he could have tried visiting her one last time since her husband is leaving her forever

Unless he didn't love her and was only married to get closer to Scott.

Now she wants to leave for bhopal, where she lived before Delhi. How will ram stop her and tell her that he does in fact love her?

Make it angst, sad, fill it with tears- idc. But it should be painful

Tagging everyone who I really want to do this- @adikavy @chaanv @thewinchestergirl1208 @rambheemisgoated @aasthuu @juhiiiiii @tinysmallworlld @ramayantika @bromance-minus-the-b and everyone else who wants to do this- please tag me!

Best of luck

[rambheem-is-real]

short oneshot based on this fanart by @burningsheepcrown

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“Akhtar!” Raju shouts, disembarking his flaming chariot. He sees his friend freeze, then slowly turn around. 

Oh god, Raju thinks. He’d just ran over to the palace, ignoring the guilt and anguish inside of him. But now that he’s almost face-to-face with Akhtar again... he’s not sure he can bear Akhtar hating him. 

You’re trying to arrest the man who has saved your life, his mind helpfully supplies. He ignores the voice as he slowly makes his way over to where Akhtar is standing and clutching his wounded stomach, shock still. 

“Anna?” Akhtar breathes. 

Fuck fuck fuck, Raju thinks. Even his voice hurts to hear. Get away from me, Akhtar. Run. Punch me. Hurt me. Anything but staying and talking to me.

“Why are you... in this police uniform?” 

Raju keeps staring at Akhtar’s chest; he can’t bear looking into Akhtar’s doe eyes to see the confusion slowly turning into anger and hatred. He doesn’t want to see the betrayal in the eyes that have always held innocence. But he has a mission to fulfill. It’s now or never. 

“I’m arresting you for the crimes you have committed against the British government,” Raju says as he reaches for Akhtar’s hand, who snatches it away. 

“I didn’t do anything wrong, anna, I swear on my Mother.” Akhtar continues to evade him. 

Please don’t do this, don’t make me hurt you. Surrender and I will protect you.

Akhtar cradles his face in one of his hands as he keeps the other away from the handcuffs, begging, “Anna, please look at me just for a moment, I need to know if this is really you.” In a moment of weakness, Raju looks, seeing everything he didn’t want to see in Akhtar’s face, and it’s the final straw for him. Akhtar blinks in surprise as a drop of Raju’s tears hits his hand, and more immediately follow. 

“I’m sorry, Akhtar,” Raju sobs out. “I don’t want to hurt you. Knock me out, kill me, just do something so I can’t follow you, and then complete your mission.”

Akhtar doesn’t hesitate before he brings the other hand up around Raju’s face as well, gently wiping away the tears. “Why are you with them? I don’t understand. I’ll help you with whatever it is, and we can go free Malli together, I have the key.”

Raju shakes his head, closing his eyes. “I made a promise to my baba, and to fulfill that promise I have to be promoted to special officer. Catching the Gond protector, you, was going to promote me.”

“What promise, anna? Free Malli with me and I’ll help you with anything.”

Raju opens his eyes, seeing the love and sincerity in Akhtar’s. He really means it, Raju thinks.

“That I would give guns to my entire village. If I’m promoted, I’ll have access to the armory and I can divert the guns from there.”

“Oh, is that it? Come, anna. Let’s get Malli and then head to the armory. We can do this, together.” Akhtar clasps their arms together in a way reminiscent of the first time they met, and leans his forehead onto Raju’s. “And my name, I told you, is Bheem, anna. Not Akhtar.” 

Akhtar-no, Bheem, gives him a small smile, which is returned. 

“Then my name is Ram,” Ram replies, a newfound determination rising in him. 

Why couldn’t they do it together? Why did he have to go it alone? Of course he could trust Bheem, the man that he had given his entire heart to!

“How long are we going to hunt these jackals? Let’s go for the lion itself!”

They grin at each other, and make way for the palace entrance where they know Malli will be. No matter how many people come between them, they know they are unbeatable as a team. 

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The noose tore into his flesh.

"What now?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know what to think anymore."

"That didn't seem to have stopped you."

"I don't know how to stop."

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He would not kneel. He would not bend. He would not give them the satisfaction of conquering his pride.

He would not give him the satisfaction of conquering his pride.

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"Sorry for what?" he gritted out. Blood stained his teeth and painted his lips. 

Sorry for spitting on your trust. Sorry for all the pain I inflicted upon you. Sorry for ever touching your life with my polluted soul.

Sorry for not dying that night.

(If only he had not indulged in the one selfishness he had allowed himself that night. If only he had never gone looking for Akhtar. If only he had died in blissful ignorance.

If only….if only…)

He was shaken violently by the lapels of his blood red coat.

"Sorry for what?"

"I love you," he garbled out. 

"Lies," he spat.

"No." He vehemently shook his head. "Not this. Never this."

"Look at what your love did to me. Look at how it burned me, Officer."  

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A white man, a white police officer at that, held too much power over a simple Muslim mechanic.

Ram knew it, and yet he could not check his own indignation when he confronted Akhtar regarding it.

"Does it not anger you?" he hissed, fingers ghosting over the darkening skin around his eye. How could he act so nonchalant about it? Like it did not affect him at all?

"Of course it does," Akhtar replied quietly. He looked up to meet his eyes, his shoulders squaring. "It angers you."

He sighed, before his shoulders drooped again. "But there is nothing we can do about it."

I could, was on the tip of his tongue before he had to clench his jaw to rein the words in.

"I am a simple man with a very simple understanding of this world, bhaiyya. But I will do whatever it takes to protect my family. Even if it means taking a beating from a short tempered English fool who can't, for the life of him, tell that his motorbike has fallen into reverse gear."

Ram found no amusement in Akhtar's half-hearted chuckle that followed the weak quip.

Ram sighed, feeling a headache crawling through his temples and nestling on his forehead. What was he even doing? He should be focusing on his mission instead of letting his mind wander.

He picked up his pen, determined to see through this report by the evening. If he could somehow convince Greene of the usefulness of all the intelligence he had painstakingly gathered on the rebels and the radicals, maybe he could buy himself some more time…

"Bhaiyya!"

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Bheem held fast and resisted the boot behind his knee. Blood spluttered out of his wrists in angry rivulets as the thick, coarse fabric of the rope cut through his skin and dug into his flesh.

Kneel, dammit!

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chandamama // part 5

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Superintendent Charles Mackwell’s funeral was a state affair, all the police of Delhi attending it and paying their respects as it commenced. Every British man attending other than the police wore black, including the Scotts, except for Y/N who attended the funeral in a white saree, her face and feet bare as she blankly stared at his casket.

Ram, as special officer was in the front, watching over the funeral processions as his eyes stayed on Y/N, trying to mask the concern and worry on his face. In a day she managed to lose every man she had loved, becoming entirely alone amongst the wolves that surrounded her, offering their fake sympathy and condolences.

She looked out of place too, being the only wearing white amongst all the black and the only one actually mourning the lost man. Lady Scott approached her, smiling as she patted her head. Y/N barely acknowledged her, eyes still on her father’s casket.

“My dear girl, you should’ve worn black like the rest of us, we are mourning-”

“He’s my father, and I’m allowed to mourn him how I wish to. Besides, wearing black is your custom, not mine. Indians mourn in white, in case you never learned of it.”

Before the lady could continue, Jenny came rushing, hugging Y/N and crying into her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, I just found out, this is terrible.” Lady Scott rolled her eyes and left to her husband as Y/N patted Jenny’s back, calming her. 

“I guess it was just time for him, you know? Anyway,” she looked up at Scott before turning back to Jenny, passing a small blade to her and lowering her voice. “Give this to Malli when no one is around, and if you can, help me meet her. I can’t give it to her because Lady Scott’s eyes are all on me.”

Jenny nodded, hugging her friend one more time before she went to stand beside her aunt and uncle. The funeral finished, everyone politely leaving as Y/N stayed, walking to her father. She pressed a soft kiss to the casket, running her fingers over it lovingly as tears finally slipped from her eyes, falling down.

“It’s my fault, it’s all my fault that you’re gone today.” She cried alone, covering her mouth to stifle her sobs as she began to step away from her father. The clouds cried along with her, rain pouring as she cried more, stopping for a second when she felt the rain stop on her. 

She turned, sniffling and crying even more when she saw Ram hold the umbrella above her head, falling to the ground. She cried for the father she loved, the man who loved her and raised her as his own and a little more for the man who succumbed because of people that weren’t his. Bheem would die too, and the thought made her shiver and curl into herself, crying harder. Ram silently stood there and watched her, before kneeling down and helping her to her feet, walking her to a place dry.

Y/N didn’t fight his touch on her, the warmth he automatically brought into her heart as he slowly brought her closer to him, resting her head on his chest to help her calm. He put the umbrella away, carefully wrapping both his arms around her and stroking her hair, hushing her gently and rocking her to the sides.

Y/N sniffled into his chest, too tired to fight the love she was desperately craving, and wrapped her arms around him as tight as she could, burying herself further in his safe embrace.

Ram sighed, finally feeling her reciprocation after so long even though the timing was off, and tightening his arms around her, bringing her as close to him as he could before he knew he would lose her forever. He was going to free Bheem and Malli which could very well cost him his life, and he smiled knowing the last memory he had of the only one he ever loved was of her in his arms.

He pushed her hair out of her face as she started pulling away, as though finally realising who she was seeking comfort in. He cradled her face softly as she gulped, her tear filled eyes unable to come to meet his as he leaned forward, closing his eyes and pressing his nose to her cheek, trying to commit her fully to memory.

“I’m sorry, officer,” she whispered, clenching her teeth to ignore the way he winced, “I will be leaving now, the rain seems to have gone down.” as she turned, he tugged her wrist back to him, looking at her.

Ram searched her face, and caressed her cheeks as her breath stuttered. “Jabilamma, oka akhari sari ninnu tanivi teera preminchaccha?*” He desperately whispered into her face as tears gathered in her eyes, making her silently nod against him. They both knew they’d never see each other again, and wanted to bask in each other’s arms for as long as they could. 

Ram softly captured her lips, pouring all his love into the kiss as she kissed him back, holding his face with infinite tenderness. They both stayed in each other’s arms, crying for what was and what could’ve been but never will be, for the last time.

—

Bheem held Malli close to his chest as flashes of what had happened ran through his mind, the cold air making him shiver.

Bheem’s blood boiled as Ram tried to shoot Malli, and grabbed the nearest stick to hit him across his face. Malli cried out to him and shoved a blade into his hand, panting. “Akka, akka gave this to me Anna, she came to see me and told me to run.” Malli cried as Bheem looked at the blade that he recognised as Y/N’s, before he turned to Ram.

He jumped onto him and held him down as Ram coughed out blood, looking at him and Malli. Bheem took the blade and stabbed Ram in the chest once, watching him cough out blood again, struggling to breathe. Bheem pulled the blade out and grabbed Malli while throwing the blade away, running without sparing a glance back.

Ram wanted to almost laugh at himself, the pain in his chest growing as he saw officers swarm him through bleary eyes.

Bheem looked at the sky, the clear night sky twinkling back at him as he thought of his sister still in Delhi, going through God knows what.

—

Y/N woke up as cold water splashed onto her face, looking up to see Governor Scott smirking down at her, his wife a few feet behind.

“Oh look, the late Superintendent's little blade is finally awake,” he taunted, grabbing her by her hair and dragging her out, ignoring her angry screams and kicks. He threw her in front of a cell, watching her pick herself up and scowl at him, looking around.

“If you’re going to put up a show of locking me up, you should’ve done it earlier when I slept through your incessant bullshit.” she spat, watching him scoff. “Oh no stupid girl, you’re here for a surprise. You see, it turns out you’re not the only bitch here who bites their master back, another dog is just like you.”

He forced her face to the cell, watching her squint and check who was inside, her eyes widening in shock and horror as the man inside woke up slowly, thrashing and yelling when he saw Scott holding her.

“Ram?”

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"Chain her up!"

She could vaguely feel the touch on her arms, she could taste the metal in the air.

Ma. Her lips refused to move, a convoluted whimper left her. Her upper arm burned with pain, the stab wounds making it almost an unbearable sensation.

A resounding crack buckled her legs. "Where is he? Where is that bloody gond?!"

She can't. She shouldn't. She would never.

Her soul will leave her before that.

But above all she couldn't. She didn't know, and nothing pained her more.

Ram was a police officer, Bheem was the Gond leader and Ram was a revolutionary.

Nothing she knew. Ever.

Fresh tears flowed down her cheeks; Y/n tried to breathe but a sharp pain hit her ribs. Must have cracked when they had pushed her against the stone block in the cell.

She saw a shadow coming towards her and barely turned her head when a strong fist connected with the side of her neck.

Her head went back with a jerky motion. Darkness took over for a second, and then she saw Ram. He was smiling at her.

She felt her hands go lax. Her chin quivered violently and a new wave of tears broke out.

How long she kept crying for, she couldn't tell.

They said if you called out to your love with all your heart, they would hear you. So she had been calling out for him.

Her heart wailed every second of every day.

As the tears dried up, her throat became scratchy. She craved for water.

Her stomach reminded her of food.

Mahadev, please. End this.

For how long was she supposed to cry? She hadn't had  a drop of water in hours then how did her body kept producing tears. And why. What was the use?

Y/n tried to gulp again but her throat was dry from all the crying so she ended up coughing.

She looked at the cell door again, hoping someone would take pity on a woman in tattered saree. She kept looking.

She kept looking. She strained her ears in  hopes to hear footsteps.

From the corner her vision blurred once again. Her head lolled to the side, waiting.

While she waited, darkness took over again.

----

How long had it been? How many sunsets has she witnessed from behind the bars? Y/n had lost count after 17 or something.

Why hasn't death come to me yet?

"Because you have to live for me."

Ram. Tears welled her eyes again. He was here again, and after so so long.

Sometimes Ram visited her in the cell, each time he would tell her to live for him. It had been a few days, she presumed since he visited and she was angry. "Did you forget me?"

"No, how can you say so?" His eyes crinkled as stepped forward. He was happy to see her, he looked happy.

She was ecstatic. He was here. The force of emotions parted her lips and a shaky sigh escaped. "Why did it take so long to come back to me?"

He went out of focus and came back in but she couldn't hear him. His lips were moving, he looked animated, silly even. But he was there with her, smiling and laughing. That was what mattered.

Footsteps echoed through the hall once again, breath caught in her throat.

He looked back at her, smile gone and replaced with tears. "I have to go."

Before she could say something, the door opened and more light ushered in, almost blinding her. When Y/n opened her eyes again Ram was gone, a woman was in his place.

She set down the plate in front of Y/n and relaxed the rusted chains. Y/n looked at her, skin as bright as sun with dark hair forming a halo around her form.

She came with food.

Her stomach burned once again, as if urging her to hurry and sit. If only her legs could allow that. With great difficulty she folded her knees, "You're ma Annapurna for me," Y/n blinked furiously to keep tears at bay.

She had never thought one stale chapati and pickle could taste like heaven.

In a second the plate was empty and she downed the glass of water. Her stomach asked for more, which she knew she wouldn't get. So instead she extended the brass glass towards the woman and looked up her lashes.

Next glass of water was gone as fast as the first. So was the woman.

Y/n had half a heart to call her back, beg her to stay and tell her how she couldn't breathe. Everytime she tried to take deep breath it felt like someone stabbed her the chest.

Guards came in to chain her up again. Jerkily they took her hands and stretched them for the cuffs. The pain in her arms and legs was excruciating.

She sobbed and thrashed with whatever little energy she had gained. "Nhi! Please nhi! Please! Ma! Please!"

They didn't listen. They never did.

Were they truly so stone hearted? Did they really derive pleasure from her pain?

What had she done to deserve this?

Another guard came in with the whip. Suddenly she felt more awake.

Bheem was flogged in public and he never gave in, did he?

Then she shouldn't either. What gave her the right to be the wife of Ramaraju and be so weak?

This was a ritual for them, whip her after every meal. Take back whatever they gave her and more.

First crack burned, second felt like needles on her skin, third was awarded the first tear and by tenth she was slipping in and out of light, eleventh was her salvation.

Once again her body went limp.

----

Y/n was his salvation, his anchor and his hope. As he sat in the solitary, his mind went back to the day they first met.

Ram had never thought he'd marry anyone else than Sita. He wasn't even sure if would marry Sita. So when a high ranking official suggested he married Y/n, he couldn't make the start and end of what fate wanted from him.

He always thought he'd marry for affection and the bond. He ended up marrying for his job.

He ended up with who would go on to become the love of his life.

Ram remembered the day he saw her and felt his heart stutter for the first time. She was magnificent, and she was his.

Apart from the view of the palace, what kept him going was the thought of returning home to her.

To stay hidden in her arms for the next life.

All this time he felt that love hurt the most, he thought he had felt the peak of hurt when he betrayed Bheem, when he drew his blood but never did he think longing could hurt more.

To see Bheem and apologize.

To see her one more time, just once.

If he was to die in next few hours, he wanted nothing more than to see her face.

He bought his knees together, curled up and cried. He regretted nothing. He could never regret saving Bheem.

He just wanted his wife. He wanted to take her up in his arms one more time, to feel her against him. He just wanted to listen to her heartbeat, and kiss her once.

If he was to die, all he wanted was to see her before he closed his eyes forever.

Was he being childish? Absolutely.

He was also dying, so wasn't he allowed some sadness, some anxiety.

Some last moments of happiness.

Moon shone above and thrust him into another visual, he remembered her graceful gait, her shy face. He remembered the first night they spent on the roof, she came up with water and sat beside him. The plan was to stargaze but his gaze never strayed from her face, aisa roop jo chand ki chandni bhi pheeki karde.

Her smile was precious.

His precious was safe, he could die happy.

----

Ram was itching to run to her. They had been travellering for a few days. He couldn't wait for the journey to end and gather her in his arms.

His heart flipped at the thought of seeing her after so long. He was so sure of his end that he never pictured seeing her again. Now? Well God had given him a chance to look at her again, sweep her off her feet and take her far far away from the shadows of past few months.

"Bheem?"

"Ha bhaiya?" Bheem couldn't wait to unite his brother with Y/n either. He couldn't believe Ram had decided to sacrifice himself for him. That idiot, didn't think of his marriage.

"She, she'll-"  words got stuck. Ram couldn't think of what to say.

"I'm sure she will be there."

In a few seconds they slowed and stopped. Ram got down with the widest smile.

Sita came running to him. She looked good, he felt bad that he couldn't contact her or any other villagers and update them. She thanked Bheem.

Speaking of bheem, his people stood behind him alongside Lacchu. Ram looked at him and moved his eyes in a split second, guilt engulfed his heart.

Everyone giggled and thanked bheem, but she wasn't there. His eyes searched again and again, where was she? His heart sunk, was she mad? Y/n was never the one to be mad at him but was she? Who was he kidding, of course she was. His acts could hurt a stone.

Jenny came running on the distance, she hugged bheem.

The sun shone bright as if even he was happy for her. Poor girl had to go through so much. He was happy that they looked happy.

He only wished to get his happiness.

A few seconds later Jenny came to him, thanking him. "Where is Y/n?"

She looked behind him as if someone would step out.

Ram's heart stopped. "What?"

What do you mean? Isn't she here? Wasn't she supposed to be here? Bheem said she'd be here. What do you mean?

Why did words kept torturing him? He wanted to smack his head.

Bheem turned at alarming speed, "what do you mean? Isn't she here? Sita said she'd call her?"

"I did send her a letter, I don't why she isn't here?"

Jenny gasped and held her head, "where did you send the letter? To the jail? Do you think the British would let out the woman there're about to execute because you sent the letter?"

Execute.

The word silenced Ram, the birds and the wind.

Ram felt fear rise to his throat like bile.

"Execute? Y/n? M-my y/n?"

Bheem looked at Jenny and Ram, he understood letter, british and jail. Why would they talk about this though? Werent they discussing Y/n?

Ram felt terror grip his mind, he felt like someone chained him up and cut off his air. A weak hand grabbed him, "Ram! This is not the time! Bheem! Y/n was captured and is about to be hung, go!"

Babai pushed them both in the direction they came from.

Y/n is in jail. She had been there this whole time.

The thought wouldn't leave Ram. He held onto Bheem, silently shedding tears.

----

Another wave of chilling cold water washed Y/n.

"Ahh!"

She gasped for air and accidently inhaled some water. The uncomfortable pain sent her in a coughing fit.

Pathetic moans and whimpers were the sounds she could make, pain flared in her chest as she coughed and breathed.

Chains that she was tied to clanked as her shoulders tremored due to cold and pain. She hated the sharp, nonresonant sound of these chains.

Y/n was aware that her death was near; she had feeling that she slipped into the dark more than she stayed awake.

The wounds littered all over her body looked disgusting. They were open with blood caked all over them, occasionally every few of them would rupture and start bleeding again.

Each day was dragging her through hell. Water burned all over. She had figured, if she stood still and made no movement then her arms wouldn't pain; they were numb.

Unfortunately her captors loved to abash her. Each movement bought her pain. Each breath felt like a blow to her will.

Maybe this was what she deserved. Maybe this was her fate. This was how she was supposed to go.

She only hoped Ram would miss her a bit.

The breeze was growing stronger and a strand of her hair got caught in the cut on her cheek. It stung like hell.

Y/n tried to move her head and use the torn blouse sleeve to remove it.

Each month she got a new saree because the constant whipping and blood spoilt it and left it as nothing but a rag.

Frustrated she let out a yelp, and stilled right after. Another wave of pain hit her back.

Please please end this.

All she could do was weep silently and curse her fate.

Why did Ram leave her behind like this?

A few days ago, she heard the British officers talking about the jailbreak of Ramaraju by the Gond leader.

They had killed Scott and his wife. They also took arms. It was just her they left behind.

Her pain wouldn't even allow her to be mad at people who laughed at the abandoned girl.

Just take me away from this, please allow me to let go of this life.

She remembered her family, they weren't good people necessarily but they never been this cruel to her. Atleast not until they married her off to the person who couldn't give a damn about her.

Y/n bit her tongue, she had no right to think of Ram this way. Her husband lived for the nation, disgust pooled in her belly. Was she truly this selfish? He had always kept her happy, he almost sacrificed himself and she couldn't find it her to be grateful.

Her heart lurched.

She had received her last ever dinner last night, it was just a matter of time till she kissed her time on this earth a goodbye.

Her closed and she remembered Ram and her's beautiful moments one last time. I wish I could see you one last time, my love.

Then she started chanting and singing a small prayer.

Time passed and she lost count of how many times she had iterated when she heard an unusual sound from behind her.

Her body froze, was it time?

Slowly she lifted her head and tried to turn her stiff neck.

"Y/n."

Whispers had tricked her before. She still hadn't been able to turn her head and see what it was.

"Y/n."

There it was, that whisper, again. She tried to strain her neck and turn a bit more.

Just a bit more.

Suddenly a sharp pain hit and snapped her head back with a cry.

She struggled to breathe through the pain. Once it subsdied, she tried to listen again.

Nothing.

Shortly after, a couple of guards came in with the whip.

The last one. She just had to endure on last time.

Dread filled her, pain in her back was especially excruciating that day. She just closed her eyes and tried to think of anything else.

It didn't really help, she saw Ram, she saw her wedding. She never thought there'd come a day when he'd smile at her. Willingly.

"Ram!"

She felt one last hit and slipped into plain of nothingness.

----

The first thing she felt was the sheet beneath her and dull thumping inher head.

It felt like her body was lead- stiff and heavy.

Was it supposed to hurt in afterlife? Because there was no way she was still in jail and on a bed.

Slowly she became more aware.

Someone was doing something to her hand. Her eyes would not open but there were two people there.

"Babai, none of us knew she was captured. It's not Ram's or your fault. We really thought she was safe with her grandparents.

Oh.

Her heart felt heavy. Her Ram had no idea.

"I can't believe he was gonna go with Bheem to God-knows-where after he met us."

Tears slipped out of her eyes. Her frame shook with devastation. He was planning to go away with bheem? And her? What about her?

"Y/n!"

Sita helped her sit up and engulfed her in a hug. Y/n bitter cries bought tears to her eyes as well. "Shh, it's okay. It's okay. You want water?"

Finally Y/n opened her eyes and saw the yellow painted room, the orange red hues of sky illuminated the room and gave it Sita a heavenly glow.

Y/n had felt happiness but she had never felt it surge through her being. What she felt on the sight of Sita made her cry even more. "I'm so happy to see you."

Sita's eyes welled up again, she heard the ruckus outside. Babai must have told everyone that Y/n was awake finally.

Y/n had just gulped down water when Ram burst in.

"Y/n!"

She recognized the whisper.

Before she knew she was in his strong, shaky grip. Y/n hid her face in his shoulder. "Ram!"

Love ran through her as she felt his hands tighten around her. "Ram-"

Through her tears she felt like saying something but each time she tried, she stopped.

His breath fanned her neck and his hand came up to cradle her head. She had never been held like this. She had never been his arms like this.

Behind love, sorrow emerged as she realized he'd go away from her, again.

Finally Ram released her and let Bheem, Jenny and babai see her. She lifted her head to see the bright smiles. Her throat closed up again, she'd have to go away from all of them.

With Ram not there, what would she do? So she decided to go back to Bhopal, her birth place.

Over a next few days continuous facts kept hitting her. His knees were in a pretty bad condition when he went back for her. She had been unconscious for a whole week. She was just one the precipice of death.

In a weird wishful musing she thought she should have died. That would have better than seeing him again only for you two to go separate ways.

Speaking of him, she didnt miss the way he avoided her. Everybody sat with her multiple times a day to keep her company. Not him though, he showed his face twice to call bheem for dinner, looked at her once and went away.

It had been five days since she woke up.

The hole in her heart kept growing everyday. Her head pained at the thought of traveling to Bhopal.

Her lips didn't lift up in a smile anymore. It felt as though she was destined for a forevermore pain and separation.

The next day she would pack up her bags and leave at night, she decided. The physical pain  hadn't completely subsided but it wasn't as unbearable anymore.

Slowly she stood up and walked to the door, he was sitting there with Sita, smiling and looking at her as though she picked stars for him.

Anger flared in Y/n, he wouldn't even look at her properly let alone spend time with and here he was talking to Sita like she was wife and not Y/n.

It felt like someone had put a boulder on her chest- heavy, unmoving and suffocating.

Her chest lifted to take a deep breath. For once she wanted her brain to listen to her, she didnt want to cry. What would she say, she wasn't even in pain anymore. She was just- getting sucked in a vortex of agony.

Maybe this was why her sister hated love, it hurt.

It took away your ability to breathe. It claimed the better part of thoughts and left you in a ditch of suffering.

Hot tears of rejection flowed down her face. She'd never be enough. She'd never feel the love of her beloved.

She didn't even know who was saying such things to her but they felt right. They sounded true.

Maybe she was unlovable.

Unworthy.

She was never strong like Sita. She wasnt smart like Sita. Sita could make beautiful crochets, she was much more talented than Y/n was. Sita's beauty will always outshine her.

Just like Ram.

His love for Sita will always outshine his relation with Y/n.

Abandoning the plan to pack and leave next night, she started piling her belongings  to leave in a few hours when everyone slept.

Why did heartbreak feel this way?

She must have committed some heinous sins in her past life to go through this suffering in this one.

Truth to be told she wasn't even ready to go to her house. She had no idea what she'd tell them. The way they had married her off like a burden, would she even be welcome back there?

All strength left her body and she dropped beside her clothes. Y/n furiously wiped her tears and took deep breaths.

Why won't these tears stop?!

Clutching a saree to her bosom, she tried to stop. She tried to silence herself.

She heard laughter from the adjacent room. The sounds were distinctly Ram and Sita's.

Once again emotion reared its head and quiet sobs racked her body.

Ma! Why?

Busy lamenting her fate, she didnt hear the door open. She didn't notice a figure walk upto her.

"Why me ma?"

"What happened?" Frantic hands took hold of her face and wiped her eyes. Ram looked freaked out. His hands caressed her face, he said something  but she couldn't hear it over her pain.

"Y/n! What happened?"

It was weird. She would normally call his voice soothing but today it just sent her in another bout of misery.

He looked elsewhere and got up.

"Here drink some," Ram had no idea what had happened. He thought she was getting better. Had a wound opened? Was she in pain? But the vaidya said she was fine.

"What happened? please tell me."

"Why do you care?"

One sentence from her stilled Ram. She saw his eyes go wide, his mouth dropped in shock, maybe. She knew he hadn't expected that question.

She hadn't anticipated it either.

"What do you mean?"

"Why would you care for me? Wasn't I just a ploy to achieve your goals faster? Wasn't I expendable? Wasn't I the roadblock of your and Sita's happiness? Then why would you save me? Hadn't it been easier if you just left me to die? I was so close!"

Y/n dropped her head, dejected that was going to have to live with the one sided feelings.

She felt a hand grabbed her waist and felt a tug forward. She looked up her lashes to see Ram, looking absolutely devastated and mad.

With his other hand he cupped her face and leaned in. Her fragrance invaded his senses.

His heart stopped and slowed but also took a beat and raced.

Y/n wasn't faring any better. She had never seen him so up close. Had he always been so pretty? His lashes, she could kill for them.

She could also guarantee to kill someone if he kept looking at her like that.

Because he looked hot, and he wasn't hers.

As if he heard her, Ram quickly closed the gap between them and brushed his lips against hers.

Not quite kissing her but giving her a taste. It felt like the softest caress, and she wanted more.

Her patience was growing thin every second. He was right there, he was closer than ever and he was doing nothing.

"Are you not kissing me because you don't want to hurt Sita?"

Quietly she asked and hoped for an answer. She hoped he'd deny, profusely.

Instead the next moment he was kissing her feverishly. She felt out of breath, his beard tickled and sent sensations throughout her being.

She had never kissed before but she could imagine this was what a perfect kiss would be like.

Ram couldn't think of anything else but how warm and soft her lips felt. She was kissing him back like she had burned for this as much as he had.

His nose snug against face could feel her skin getting warmer. His eyes open half in desire as his tongue traced her sweet lips.

Her hand carded through his hair, she gave him deep kiss and they broke away to catch their breath.

"Does that answer your questions?" They hadn't moved away. His hands still held her close, her hand rested over his heart. Her legs were in his lap and he was still leaned down to her eye level.

"Not really, I mean I understand we've been together for a while and that you've felt attraction and affection  for me. But have you ever felt the deeply sacred, burning love that brands my soul, for me? I don't think so. Is this attraction even worth keeping you away from  Sita?"

He kissed her again, sweetly. Both his hand cradled her face like she was the most delicate creation ever.

Breaking away he rested his forehead against her, "I love you. I've loved you since I saw you smiling. I've loved you for an eternity, it feels. You love, have consumed me, your love is the blanket that protects me. You've never felt my heart have you? But do you feel it now? Can you feel how fast it's beating?"

"Ram.." Her eyes didn't stray from his hand that held hers.

"I promise, I've never felt more alive, I have never felt the dread; I never used to find the beauty in nature. Now? Now I worship the way sun reflect off your eyes; I devote myself to the way rain inundates your curls. I have never felt anything more divine than my love for you."

[jadebomani]

Rambheemsitajenny headcanon pt.2

reincarnation modern world/meet charak:

- The couples are all married in a four way and have adopted and raised the girls once they were babies. They live in Mumbai and are active faces in the community.

- Ram is the chief director of the police in their area and is a huge contributor in getting a lot of corrupt people in jail. He decided to go on this path to better his interactions and past with the civilians. And protect them from any domestic and possible international threats again.

-Bheem is a doctor/minister along with sita and own their own hospitals that do amazing work with holistic work. He is encouraged by the town and his family to take office due to his relationship with the public and how good he is at fighting for what’s right.

-Jenny owns her own school to teach English and many other studies in the arts. Having been inspired by rambheem’s nattu. She works in bring amazing talent and voices that need to be heard and helps them spread their message to the world through public speaking or through art and dance. (India knows plenty about art and finesse Jake)

-Sita manages their hospitals and does outreach work in helping families in times of trouble with those antagonizing their communities. She is also president of a women’s forum and youth center to give therapy to young people affected by lives similar to ram and her’s in the 21st century.

-Jaan is in school as an international relations/social work student to join in and help support India, Africa, and America/uk issues. And does social work with troubled children so that any child that is in need has somewhere to go for help. Sometimes she brings her kids over for tea and they bond well with her parents who helps her and JoJo with background checks on potential adopting parents and their intentions.

- Johari is a doctor and an professor at a college in Delhi she co owns an help center for children with Jaan and is engaged to be married. She is also active in her and Jaan’s social work center. And helps a lot of adults find jobs, homes, etc regardless of their story. She also does public speaking on these issues since youth unemployment is an issue that had stemmed for a long time. (comment who would be a good love interest for her and Jaan below please)

-Both Jaan and Johari find out their origin before being taken by the Scotts. They reach out to find any blood relatives of their past and learn more on their African/black culture and embrace their birthright.

-ram definitely has had incidences where both his lovers and children end up in his office for being arrested for something.

Jennysita🍃

Ram: you both went past the speed limit on a horse and bike missing hitting two stop signs and missing three traffic lights?

Sita: we drew inspiration from you bangaram

*referring to their honeymoon where rambheem were wasted and tried to do their fav past time of competing against each other and crashed. Which sita has black mail material on ram*

Jenny: 😊(sweetly saying with her eyes threats to let ‘em go or the tea will be spilt to the group chat they have with Babai and Lacchu)

Ram: -sigh- your free to go

Jaan and Johari

Ram: *rubs face* you both drag raced your moms car blaring N.W.A. F the police flipping off the Scotts while running over their rose bushes.

Jaan: *sipping some tea and sharing his deadpan look* allegedly

Ram: -deadpan- you took a picture on your Instagram saying you’d do it again, forget your rose bushes karen(lady Scott), and tagged them and me in the post as well. *holds up his phone to their pages.

Johari: *gives him a sh*t eating grin* allegedly we must have been hacked.

Jaan: *nodding head* mhm mhm yes definitely been hacked.

Ram: -eye twitch- go home and get ready to apologize to them when I get home.

*he ended up reposting the video after Scott said some ignorant stuff about the girls. Ram also exposed the Scotts and held a party watching them get arrested and getting dragged on social media *

Meeting charak bonus

-the family go to movies to see rrr but don’t know it’s about the parents. (Ram is paranoid due to conspiracy theorists as one post talked about in a charak reincarnation, bheem only watches animal videos and use WhatsApp to send chain texts and memes, sita and Jenny know but don’t say anything to see the guys reaction, the girls just think it’s a coincidence.

-until they see their introductions and all have several spit takes coupled with looks of shock and awe. The girls seeing the events that took place and remembering seeing pieces of them before they were rescued by Jenny. And having a visual look at the stories they had heard growing up.

- Someone records them and they go viral again(having been viral for looking like their actors and paparazzis mistaking them for the stars) and are invited to meet the actors and talk about the story of their “great great great great great grandparents” and sharing their namesakes.

-cue charak and rambheem cute bromance moments and the girls instigating.

Movie reactions

Bheem’s reaction

Ram’s reaction

Johari’s reaction

Jaan’s reaction

Their reactions to the fight scenes and friendship.

Sita and Jenny’s reaction to their family’s reaction especially ram’s spittake.

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