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OH MY GOD THE SARCASM YOU GET FROM YOUR PARENTS WHEN YOU NEARLY OR ACTUALLY BREAK SOMETHING ISN'T JUST MY MOTHER THANK GOODNESS
like. i'll accidentally drop something and if my mum sees. "well DONE, Aden. break it, go on, break it. why stop there?? why not break EVERYTHING in the house-"
FOUND OUT TODAY THAT MY FRIEND'S MOTHER IS THE SAME. WORD FOR WORD
#(roughly translated from Urdu)#i swear i've heard “shabash” more times sarcastically than genuinely#ace's random thoughts :)
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Brother ki dulhan
Isse pehle ki hum aage badhe ..there are some of our mutuals who really showed interest in this whole wedding..so we are gonna make them humare parivaar ka hissa
abb jaise vanilla ice cream chocolate syrup ke bina adhuri hoti hai vaise hi ek desi shaadi apne characters ke bina adhuri rehti hai (complaining phupha... gossip wali chachi... shaitan bacche aur corner mei romance krne wale couples etc. etc.)
@raindropsofloev ye hai humare dulhe raja!! iss shadi mein dulhan se zyada lag nhi rha inka kisi cheez mein intrest hai, bas bechare kuch bhi bolne lagte hain to inki behne dara dhamka kar chup kara deti hain isiliye itne chup baithe hain
@chal-jeete-hai yeh hai roop ...dulhe ki behen no.1!! dulhe se 1 saal choti hai but bechari zimmedario ke bhojh mein itna dab gai hai ki pata hi nhi chalta inmein se kon bada hai. Ab aakhir kisi ko to samajhdaar banna hi padega varna kon ladki iss ghar ki bahu bane. Par haan jab yeh sab chodd ke yeh nritya karti hai ..toh haaye kisi ki nazar na hate inse.
@ae-dil-ae-saudaai ye hain hum sab ke eklaute jijaji and roop ke patidev!!bade samajhdaar hain, saara din didi ki har baat mante hain aur unhe khush rkhne ki puri koshish karte hain (shabash jijaji aise hi humari didi ko khush rkhna varna yaad rkhna asla hum bhi rkhte hain janab🥰) ...wese jab yeh apna dilruba bajate hai toh humari behen kya har ladki inpe fidaa hojaye.
@celesteablack yeh hai geet, behen no2 aur dulhe raja ke shabdo mein ghar ki gundi. humare ghar ki jaan hai . inn madam ko masti mazak ke alawa aur kuch nhi aata and darmebaaz hai ek number ki vo to badi behen ne dara dhamka ke shaadi ke zimmedario mein laga rkha hai...par iski zabaan jitni bhi teekhi ho ...jab yeh gaati hai toh iske jitni meethi awaaz kisi ki nahi .
@hauxicrook yeh hai humare hone wale jija... geet ke fiance..pata nhi kaise ...dono saara time ladte rehte hain, jiss time ye dono ekdusre se agree kar jaye uss time ko hum diwali ki tarha celebrate karte hain!! but kuch bhi kaho hone wale jij ji humari behen ka dhyan bohot acche se rkhte hain, kabhi use kisi cheez ki dikkat nhi hone dete
@oosajnire ye hai bittu behen no 3, sabse choti but god forbid choti behen wale kaam karle, mummy kehti haina ki padhne wale bacche kahin bhi padh lete hain, yess ye wahi bacchi hai jab dekho padhti rehti hai, iske chakkar mein bohot suna hai humne, but koi ni hai to apni pyaari si chirkut hi
@bandarrrrr yeh hain humare dulhe ke one and only bestfriend!! honestly bataun to jaise ye dono behave karte hain, inki shaadi ekdusre se karwa deni chahiye thi, bechari bhabhi!! and pata nhi kyu jahan ye dikhta hai vhi bittu dikh jaati hai, what's more shocking is vo bina kitaabo ke milti hai!! is there something going on? guess we'll never know or maybe we will.
@orgasming-caterpillar @tothemoonandbacklove aur yeh dono pyaare pyaare log humari bhen no 2...roop ke devarji and devrani bade hi cute hain dono, saara din ek dusre ke saath khusar pusar karke haste rehte hain...aadhe time aap madhu ko chiru se maar khaate hi dekhenge par haan yeh apni bhabhi ka bada khyal rkhte hain vaise .
@11-th-mein-science-mt-lena ye humare bakchod chacha, honestly hum sabke fav!! inse aap kisi bhi prakaar ki baat kar sakte hain i'm damn sure ye aapko bore nhi hone denge and @cafffeineconnoisseur yeh hai humari pyaari se chachi jo inki bakchodi sehte sehte thak chuki hai ...but the best part?? ye aapko chacha se bachati hai jab woh marks puchne aate hai.
@chaosmakethemuse yeh vo shaant maasi hain jo har time sabki care karti rehti hai aur khud ka dhyan rakhna bhool jaati hain;! Uff maasi thoda dhyan rakho apna aur inki humari chachi @cafffeineconnoisseur ke saath badi jamti hai pata nhi saara din kya baat karti hain ye
@yappergfdotcom @losergfdotcom yeh hai vi and tanvi..dono twins hai but inki similarity yahi khtm hoti hai ...vi madam apni social media star hain, jab dekho haath mein phone aur phone pe insta!! But wahi humari tanvi ji ko real life experiences psnd hai yeh baccho ko dance sikha rhi hain
@pyaari-naari ye iss ghar ki sabe samajhdaar bua!! stereotype mat kardena ye sabse pyaari hain, inho ne hi to hume bade pyar aur patience ke saath saari rasmo se kash makash karwaya hai
@talesinmyhead040122 ye humari bua no.2, humari gossip queen, i swear to god jaisi tea ye spill karti hain karan johar can only dream!! duniya ki har khabar hai inke paas
@depressed-bi-twerking ye humari one more cousin...ye madam agar aapko kahin na mile to please ek baar dance floor check karlena, kyuki dance floor to maano madam ka ghar hai.
@pretentious-hana ye hana hai, humari cousin, iski nai nai shaadi hui hai @hectorfrombritain ke saath saara time ye dono ek dusre ke saath lage rehte hain, ahh newly weds yk how it is. Ahem.
@kenzenkokri humare phupha ji inhe har cheez se dikkat rehti har har time complain but humari help bhi bohot karte hain, ye na hote to main kiski buraiya karti bhala? jox phupha ji jox!!
@shadowseductress ye humari maasi!! she is just that aunt yk, the coolest rich aunt. ye jab bhi aati hain humare lie mast gifts laati hain... honestly hum diwali se zyada inke arrival ka wait karte hai also yeh dikhati nahi but dil se bhot pyaari hai ...so those random meds you find when you get ill? Yepp that's her.
@sunlonaplsaisha ye humari ek aur cousin, she is our makeup queen. ye aise looks create karti hai kisi ne apne sapne mein socha bhi na hoga but bechari iss shaadi mein sabka makeup karne mein lagi hai!! fas gai bechari
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The Tiger's Gambit
(closed RP thread for @queen-of-prophecy )
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Rakesh’s palace stood as a symbol of untamed power and grandeur, carved from deep sandstone that glimmered faintly under Gluttony’s perpetual sunset.
Its walls bore intricate carvings of ferocious beasts and epic battles, a testament to the Maharaja’s victories and dominion.
Surrounding the palace were sprawling gardens, lush with rare plants and vibrant flowers, their scents drifting through the air. Servants, like silent shadows, worked tirelessly, tending to the gardens and ensuring the palace's upkeep without a word. The soft gurgle of fountains punctuated the quiet, their waters shimmering faintly.
Inside, the palace reflected a balance between raw power and refined taste. The floors, made of cool light marble, stretched beneath towering pillars carved into the shapes of prowling lions and roaring tigers.
Pardas (curtains) of rich silk hung from the walls, interspersed with tapestries that depicted the Maharaja’s rise to power. Chandeliers fashioned from bones and gold hung from vaulted ceilings painted with celestial scenes, reminding all who entered of Rakesh’s angelic origins and his violent fall.
On the eastern balcony, overlooking the vast gardens, Rakesh reclined in a low chair, his amber eyes fixed on the horizon. A long, carved pipe made of ivory rested between his fingers, the sweet smoke curling lazily into the air.
On the small wooden table beside him, an ancient scroll lay partially unrolled, its delicate script glowing faintly under the dim light.
The faint rustle of footsteps caught Rakesh’s attention. Sarin, his most trusted aide, approached with precise steps. The demon, with sleek leopard features and piercing blue eyes, adjusted his glasses and bowed slightly. Dressed in a sharp kurta-pajama paired with a tailored jacket, he carried the air of unwavering efficiency.
“My Maharaja,” Sarin said, his tone respectful yet steady. “News from the court of Emperor Paimon in Pride. Queen Vine has been excommunicated. King Lucifer himself has intervened, limiting her powers and confining her to a lower ring beneath Sloth...she called it the Ring of Heresy. Queen Vine herself created it.”
Rakesh inhaled deeply from his pipe, the amber tip glowing before he exhaled a steady stream of smoke.
“Aakhir hua jo hona tha (It was bound to happen).”
He said, his voice calm, almost detached. He closed the scroll with deliberate care and set it aside.
“Lucifer’s mercy was never endless, and Vine...she has always danced too close to the edge. But that is part of her allure.”
Sarin hesitated for a moment before speaking again.
“How would you like to proceed, Maharaja?”
Rakesh rose from his chair, his towering figure casting a long shadow. He rested one hand on the balcony’s railing, staring into the distance.
“Prepare crates of food, a luxury yurta, warm clothes, and supplies. Cheese and wine, especially. Send them to her.”
Sarin tilted his head slightly, curiosity clear in his eyes.
“A gift of compassion, my Maharaja?”
Rakesh chuckled, low and dangerous, baring sharp teeth.
“Nahi, Sarin (No, Sarin). This is no mere act of kindness. It’s a message. Vine is still of use to me, and she’ll remember who stood by her when no one else did.”
Sarin nodded, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Samajh gaya, Maharaja (Understood, Maharaja). I’ll ensure the preparations are flawless.”
“Shabash (Good).”
Rakesh said, clapping his hands once and standing from his chair.
"Make sure everything is ready as soon as possible."
“Ji, Maharaja (Yes, Maharaja).”
Sarin replied with a bow before retreating to fulfill the orders.
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The palace buzzed quietly with activity as preparations for the convoy began. Crates of food, warm clothes, and other essentials were being carefully loaded onto wagons by servants, their movements efficient under the sharp eyes of Sarin. The leopard demon, clipboard in hand, supervised every detail, ensuring nothing was forgotten.
In the courtyard, Rakesh stood tall in his traveling attire: a long angrakha (robe) of dark crimson, paired with a heavy, gold-trimmed cloak. His pipe hung from his hand, unlit for once, as he surveyed the progress. The weight of his decision was evident in the tension of his jaw, though his amber eyes betrayed none of his inner thoughts.
Sarin approached, bowing slightly before speaking.
“Maharaja, the convoy is nearly ready. The last of the supplies are being secured.”
Rakesh gave a single nod, his gaze never leaving the wagons.
“Good. I’ll be going with them.”
Sarin straightened, momentarily caught off guard.
“You intend to go yourself, Maharaja?”
“Yes,” Rakesh said firmly, turning to face his aide. “I won’t entrust this task to anyone else. Vine has always been...complicated. I need to see her with my own eyes, speak to her directly. This exile of hers is not the end: only the beginning of something greater. And I intend to ensure she understands that.”
Sarin adjusted his glasses, his expression thoughtful.
“Do you think she’ll be in any state to listen, Maharaja? From the reports, her punishment was severe.”
Rakesh’s lips curled into a faint, wolfish grin.
“Vine is many things, Sarin, but weak is not one of them. She may be broken, but she will rise again...agar sahi raasta dikhaya jaaye (if shown the right path). I’ll make sure she knows who stands beside her when the dust settles.”
Sarin nodded slowly.
“Very well, Maharaja. I’ll prepare your carriage and ensure everything is in place for the journey.”
“Shabash (Good),” Rakesh replied, his voice low and commanding. As Sarin turned to leave, Rakesh called out,
“And Sarin...keep your wits about you. This visit is not just for her sake...it’s for mine. Opportunities like this don’t come often, and I’ll not let it slip through my grasp.”
“Samajh gaya, Maharaja (Understood, Maharaja).”
Sarin replied with a bow, disappearing into the flurry of activity.
As the convoy prepared to set out, Rakesh stood at the forefront, his figure imposing and resolute.
This...was only his first move.
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For the historical AU- courtesy: @arshifiesta , @hand-picked-star , @phuljari
I present ' Carmine Veils' a SS.
Can also be read on Wattpad.
Chapter One
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The smoke rose up with a menacing roar. The remains of houses were still burning with a light, visible miles away. Tapping his gun against his knee, Babu gathered his accomplices around him. They had burnt a whole village today. Some had managed to escape despite their vigilance.
“ Shabash! Not even a single stable was spared! And don’t be disheartened that a few escaped. They will make sure that buffoon Shashidhar realises our worth”
A meek young boy of seventeen spoke out “ Babu bhai, what do we really want from the ki- Shashidhar?”
“ Money in return of peace to his kingdom “
In that moment, the mask slipped and revealed the greed in his eyes.
The night had lost its warmth. Babu had his sights on the throne and everything it kept dear.
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Chandragupta hurried towards the king’s chambers. He clutched the letter tighter in his hand.
It couldn’t be. The king couldn’t have already given orders. He hoped desperately for some delay.
Shashidhar sat hunched over pieces of paper.
Without glancing up, he called out “ Bolo, Chandragupta. Have you decided to stop speaking to me as well?”
Chandragupta felt his lips twitch, but managed to reply.
“ Let go of those papers Maharaj, I have got the best one for you”
Shashi raised an eyebrow “ You seem awfully sure”
Without a word, he offered Shashi the letter.
A few minutes passed by, where only the swish of the windchimes was heard in the room.
“ Go ahead “, Shashi said, his face betrayed by only a glimpse of hope in his eyes.
Chandragupta smiled back and took his leave.
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She lightly stroked the kitten as it purred. Her other hand held a book, shielding her from the glare of the sun.
Payal’s scream reached her ears moments before her anklets.
“ Khushi! Didn’t you hear me? The new guard is here! And he is so dreamy! Lavanya met him and she had the audacity to flirt with him. Can you imagine? Haw! Why are you still reading that book? Your dashing bodyguard is here!”
Khushi shut her eyes and attempted to control her fury. She was a sensible girl. Payal was not to be blamed, neither was Lavanya. Neither was this guard her father had hired. She grudgingly admitted to herself.
But her father? He had to be blamed.
It had been two weeks since she had been told her wings were going to be clipped. She could no longer go with her friends to the market, climb trees to eat fruits or steal some time away by swimming in the river.This new guard will keep her safe from the threat of the rioters.
Why couldn’t her father understand that she was more than capable of handling herself? He had trained her himself since she was 8 and from the past few years he even brought the famed warrior Manorama to teach her the art of war. But the attacks had put everyone on the edge and she will have to suffer for it now. She wished for one of the rioters to show up in front of her now, a slice of her sword would do the job before he had time to blink.
“ Greetings rajkumari “
Khushi felt her heart thump. She sat up inelegantly as she realised she had failed to realise when Payal had made herself scarce and this tall man wrapped in white robes had entered her chamber.
She froze.
The white turban sat regally on his head. A white scarf covered his face, leaving only his eyes for her to gauge him from. She had never seen this perfect shade of brown on anyone, she wondered absently. She had heard poems describe such eyes and suddenly it was imperative that she see him.
She stood on shaky legs, walking towards him.
Her hand rose to free the white scarf from his face.
She stopped breathing.
The facial structure was remarkable. His nose was textbook patrician. Something stopped her from detailing his features further.
Embarrassed now that she had not even addressed his greeting. Rather she had attacked the scarf on his face, she took a hasty step back.
“ Arnav Singh at your service, rajkumari”
He spoke again. And then he smiled.
Khushi forgot her own name.
Chapter Two
#ipkknd#arnav singh raizada#khushi kumari gupta#arshi#fanfic#ipkknd fanfic#arnav x khushi#ipk 13th anniversary fiesta#carmine veils#mine
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Commission for Alex Baihua, just in time for his birthday. Feel free to join us in the comments and wish him a happy birthday. Alex is well known to many of the Shabash people and I’m certain that everyone can find a few warm words for him.
These are characters from Slavic-ish fantasy story: tough Sofia with an uneasy soul, her wise and handsome brother and Timur the basurman, looking a lot like cheetah (although I called him a son of a steppe jackal and survived that :D)
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Random day random song suggestions for mutuals
Ye baarishein chhupa de mere aansu
Lage aishe jaise boondein meri aankhon mein hi aa basin
Main kaam karoon lagan se, no one has ever felt
Ab mujhe apne hi logon se mile shabash>>>>>>>
can you believe ye gaana maine parso hi suna tha😭😭yaar the lyrics>>>>>>
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this cutie @mfkingbiggown 🫂 tagged me so here we go...
1. Are you named after anyone?
nah, my parents got creative while naming me. my dad's name is ravi and ma's name starts with na, ravi+na = ravina
2. When was the last time you cried?
last thursday, probably gonna cry tomorrow or day after or on the weekend because next paper is physics
3. Do you have kids?
main khud adult ho jaon uske baad dekhte hain kids
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
arre every desi person is fluent in sarcasm, it's like a second tongue
plate tod di? shabash, baaki sab bhi tod de
5. Whats the first thing you notice about a person?
if they maintain eye contact with me, for me eye contact is very important because if you aren't gonna hold my gaze then for me it means that you aren't interested in talking. apart from that, i notice how people speak, like the dialect, the accent and everything.
6. Whats your eye colour?
brown as the coffee I drown in everyday
7. Scary movies or Happy endings?
both and neither, love watching scary movies dupehar mein jisse raat ko sapne na aaye, happy endings are adorable especially when im rooting for the couple but I have a different kind of love for tragedies and sad endings 😭✋🏼
8. Any special talents?
ambidextrous, i can write with both hands, left ki utni practice nahi but yeah you can read what i write with my left. also mad eyeliner wing skills, perfected them during lockdown
9. Where were you born?
oh ji main toh delhi, india se hoon
10. What are your hobbies?
love writing poetry, reading books, going for walks, drawing, listening to music
11. Have you any pets?
mummy ne kaha ki tum ho na pet, aur nahi chahiye humein, college mein le lena agar itna hi shauk hai bas maine kuch saaf soof nahi karna
12. What sports do you play/have played?
I play badminton, used to play it everyday during lockdown subah subah but ab school and coaching hai, I play basketball in school, tennis and table tennis bhi, and i'm a brown belt in karate
13. How tall are you?
5'5 I believe
14. Favourtie subject in school?
maths bro, I hated it back in 8th grade but fell in love in 9th, thodi love hate relationship chal rahi hai abhi aaj kal
15. Dream job?
probably a fashion designer or an astro physicist, bahut hi opposite jobs hain but bahut interesting hain, if i had bio i would've become an archaeologist studying dinosaurs no doubt
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#ye sab karloongi bas paper ke liye nahi padhoongi#haha kal maths ka paper hai wow#omg panic#being desi#desi academia#desi aesthetic#desi culture#desi dark academia#desi stuff#desi tumblr#desi tag#desi things#desiblr
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Keemat
For Qala - 2022
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I've finally won the golden vinyl. Maa has always wanted it. Pata Hain, there were a sea of people waiting in front of my balcony today, just to see me and my award. The bustle of the crowd, the camera flashes, the click sounds, as if I were I celebrity. They call me one now, you know. Maa would've loved to see this. Naseeban Apa says, that very few are fortunate enough to have the same fate as mine. I have an interview in an hour, with all the famous reporting channels. Perhaps, maa might listen to it on the radio. Maybe she'll be joyed. Maybe she'll call me back home. Or atleast give me a call.
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They've found out. They know that he was supposed to be launched. He was supposed to sing for the film i debuted with. I don't deserve to be here. I don't deserve any of this. This was all meant to be his, and here i stand just pretending to be the best. How can I, when I hear his voice everytime I stand in front of the mic? How can I, when i remember his words, his love for singing? How can I, when i see his reflection even in the mirror? How can I ever pretend to be the best, when he literally existed before me? How?
The Golden Vinyl doesn't matter anymore, it never did. All I ever wanted was to make her happy, to make her proud. Hell, even music never mattered to me. I only ever sang to please my mother. So she could have a singer in her bloodline, whom she could boast about to people, sparing me just a caress on the head.
But Jagan? Singing was like breathing to him. And I- how could I possibly? Why did I? I can feel Jagan around me, taunting me, snorting at me. Because my mother will never love her own daughter the way she loved him. He knows it. I know it. But they don't, yet. I can't let them know.
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I haven't slept properly in a week, but they won't give me the pills. I managed to doze for two hours the previous night, or maybe I passed out.
I can hear Sudha rant from the other room. The tea will turn cold she says...... I have a meeting with Ustadji for the lyrics recitation......
She walks into the hall and halts slowly, and with one look she knows. I'm not in the state to utter a word to myself, let alone meet someone.
"Main unhe kal aane ke liye bol deti hoon" I hear her say as she hands me the newspaper. "Aapki tasveer chapi hain akbaar mein", she says trying to deviate my mind to a task. And it works. Mamma will be overjoyed to see my picture on the front page.
I looked so perfectly put together yesterday. Just how I'd imagined as a child. My hair neatly pinned, my sari crisp. My eyes wander over the article.
"lagta hain jaise thak ke ghar pahunchi hoon, aur maa ne darwaza khola hain."
"Feels as though I've returned home exhausted, and my mother has opened the door for me."
Sounded all poetic and nice. One would think of the warmth of their mother's gaze, her sweet nectar like words. But in reality? Seeing her open the door would've made my breath hitch. Her words were the doors to my insecurity, her gaze burning through my heart. Had I done well? Had I messed up anything? Is she happy with my work? Is it enough validation?
These questions were left unanwered, as she'd walks away in a moment, leaving the door open for me to close it.
Everything I've worked towards is for her, and if it doesn't matter to her then......what is the point of anything? Because I try hard maa, I try really hard. Just so I can feel your hand on my shoulders and hear you say "shabash beta", but you don't even spare me a glance. However hard i work, how much ever i improve, it's never enough. The standards are somehow always higher than what I've achieved. How maa, just how? Rather why? Why can't you just tell me for once, that I'm enough, that what I've achieved is enough, that you're happy with how far I've come?
Will I never be worthy of you're love?
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@thegleamingmoon @whippersnappersbookworm @thereader-radhika @celestesinsight @yehsahihai @harinishivaa @thelekhikawrites @chiyaanvikram @nspwriteups @morally-gayy
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Guyyysss pk is on the map 📍
COD map but map nevertheless
And nazir the character saying " shabash sb ko"
Maza hi aa gaya 🤭🤭😌😌🫂
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Mann pasand shayar
Jahan Jahan run bade hote hai vahan Rohit khade hote hain
Ishaandar kishan Jaandaar kishan shabash kishan
Unadkat ke muh se bhi nikla hoga jai ho
Kya kya bolte ye commentators 😭
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Lo tumhare liye nishani aa gayi hai, ab pareshan hona chhoro aur yaqeen ke saath uth kar dua mango. ek hi dua ka baar baar dil mein aana itefaq nahi hota, Tum kuch chaah bhi nahi sakte jab tak Allah na chahe. Chalo, shabash, uth kar Dua mango aur apne Allah par tawakkul karo aur sabar karo, phir dekho kaise mo'jizay hotay hain. He is Al-Mujeeb, The Responder.
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Appreciation Post for my Mutuals
✨sab appreciate hojao shabash love you✨
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bro took the mother too seriously 😭😭
shaadi bhi nahi hui hai, bacche ke baat karne lag gaye? wah beta, wah! shabash!
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hi, im also desi, and you are right, noone at 18 should be going through the hell months you went through, i'm so so proud of you Mary(hugs you very tightly), also you could post the pa*pal and redbubble links, and create a post like this: https://www.tumblr.com/auraismoonstone/771943554844082176/i-really-need-help-i-absolutely-hate-to-have-to-do ....and @/heystephen user could may help, sending you lots of courage(do you speak hindi?, if yes,i'd say 'shabash' ) and take care of yourself<3💛
I don't wanna do that cause I don't need money or anything. We've been living like this for years now and my life was always perfect money wise because even tho we never had much, it was never a problem for me (I'm just pissed off about other things that have to do with money) but thank you so much for the recommendation!! And this whole ask made me smile so widely🥹 yes, I understand hindi and this is so sweet of you to say💗💗
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Shabash!
men who communicate in a healthy way, who don't use mind games to get your attention. who don't actively choose to make you feel bad in order to commit to them. who don't use toxic behavior or manipulation. men who choose to feed their soul, not their ego. men who don't drain your energy but help you grow and heal. men worthy of your love and time.
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