#shairi

[nemralam]

Arabic has many words that mean “love”

"Hubb'' (حُب ) is love

"Ishq" (عشق) is love that entwines two people together

"Shagaf" (شغف) is love that nests in the chambers of the heart

"Huyam" (هيام\هام) is love that wanders the earth

"Tayam" (تیم /تام) is love in which you lose yourself

"Walah" (وله) is love that carries sorrow within it

"Sababah" (صبابة\صب) is love that exudes from your pores

"Hawa" (‘هوى) is love that shares its name with air and ‘falling’

"Gharam (غرام) is love that is willing to pay the price.

Source: The Map of Love by Ahdaf Souief (1990) / Egypt

[kainatsstuff]

Poet: Behzad Lakhnavi

[wonderwander4511]

Khabar

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Kisi ko kya khabar

Kisi ko kya lena dena

Ye dil kya kya se guzar jaata hai har pal

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Waise bhi, Kya karni, Kisi ko khabar

Kisi ko kya batana,

Ye dil kya kya se guzar jaata hai har pal

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[chandtarasblog]

Mujhy gham dy, sog dy leja yeh dil byshak isy tor dy

-TA

[fatewalker-phoenix]

3 for Airi in naughty fic prompts

3. Your OC accidentally walks in on someone pleasuring themselves

Oh Airi...this is why we knock.

Obligatory @tiredassmage tag because her son is being a Menace as usual, please come pick him up.

"Shay?" Airi's hand twisted the knob, pushing the door open, "I need to ask you about - oh!"

His gaze flicked up to her from where he was lounging on his bed, his hand stroking lazily along his exposed cock. He seemed neither surprised nor annoyed to be interrupted; on the contrary, he inclined his head slightly toward her.

"Ask me what?" he asked almost innocently, like she wasn't currently beet red in the face at the sight of him exposed to her. His long fingers continued to work their way delicately along his shaft, his eyes locked onto hers.

"N-no-nothing, it can wait!" she stammered, turning back to the door, trying to look ever where but, her hands aflutter. "I'll leave you ah, to it-!"

"Why don't you stay a little while..?" he purred, sitting up slightly. Heat flooded her body as it always did when his voice dropped like that.

"I, um, I, you see, I'd love to, b-but-" Any number of excuses came to her and dropped almost immediately, sweetly forgotten in the pounding of her heart.

"Princessss." Oh now that was not fair, but he knew that. The way his tongue could hiss over that word never failed to send a ripple of desire down her spine. "What's the matter, hm..? Don't like the view..?" He leaned back again, a devious smile playing about his lips. "I know I do." His fingers tugged a little more firmly at his cock, which had begun to harden under his administrations.

Airi swallowed, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips. Bastard. She closed the door.

"That's a good girl," he praised, husky and all but dripping with arousal. "Now why don't you take a seat..."

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[tiredassmage]

What do they think of each other's family? And how does the family feel? (Always a loaded question lol)

[couples questions!]

Aklsdnfls, moment where I realize a LOT of my couples don't really know a whole lot about each other's families, omg? xD Sparing them the awkward family dinners, lollll.

@fatewalker-phoenix is the character parent of the lovely Airi. Shay and Roric are my silly little gremlins.

It's a little one-sided still because Shay scorned his relationship with his family years before he met Airi, but! They have a little bit they unpack. Okay, a little a lot, maybe, lol.

Shay traces lineage, in short, back to the Dzemael household of Ishgard, which does very little to impress Airi to their favor when their adventures take them there. Unfortunately, she discovers this familial link from an inhospitable exchange with Grinnaux where she's used against Shay as additional leverage and, finally, something of the story comes tumbling out in Shay's guilt in the aftermath. Shay never had a particularly good relationship with them, as you might've guessed, so Airi holds a sort of compounded distaste for them based on both their experiences in the Dragonsong War and her relationship with Shay.

In reverse, Shay's relationship with her family is a slightly more mixed bag. Because he does sort of accidentally discover that her family isn't exactly the clean-cut Ul'dahn nobles they originally appeared to be.

The short of that one is that her parents in Ul'dah despise him and this delights him, lol. He's rough, to say the least, and essentially some shaggy mercenary in their eyes that's a terribly corrupting influence on their good daughter. Shay makes a point of introducing himself to her father at the Alliance Banquet just to watch his face turn red because he can't dress down one of the Warriors of Light in public, no matter what terrible ideas he's convinced Shay has put in his daughter's head. Airi is, of course, mortified. But... not exactly surprised.

Then, in Stormblood, Shay makes a new drinking buddy in one of the scouts working with the Alliance and the Gyr Abanian Resistance efforts named Roric. Who Shay realizes somewhat belatedly happens to bear more than a passing resemblance to his girlfriend. And the short of that is that he's Airi's biological father who met her mother one night in Ul'dah before the Garlean invasion really turned Gyr Abania upside down and it's an indiscretion her mother would've preferred stay silent for the rest of days.

Roric and Shay, unlike Airi's parents, get along almost like a house on fire, relatively. Roric is boisterous and rambunctious and a bit of a roamer and honestly just a man with a zest for life. He's still bright and explosive compared to Shay's typically reserved, icy demeanor, but he does a lot of the talking when they hang out and that lets Shay just sort of enjoy his company without pressure.

[faheemkhan882]

[pakistanwink]

**"Noshi Gilani's Enchanting Urdu Ghazal: A Soulful Poetry Recitation"** 🌹✨

Click the link and watch on YouTube اسلام علیکم اور آواز کیدنیا کے دوستوں کو میراسلام!شاعری کے چینل “ڈیوائنصدیقی” میں خوش آمدید!اردو شاعری کے سیگمینٹمیں ایک اور خوبصورت شاعری باذوق سماعتوںکو ہدیہ شاعرہ نوشی گیلانی کی ایک خوبصورت اردو غزل آپ کی سماعتوں کی نذراب کس سے کہیں اور کون سنے جو حال تمہارے بعد ہوااس دل کی جھیل سی آنکھوں میں اک خواب بہت برباد ہوایہ ہجر ہوا بھی دشمن ہے اس نام کے سارے رنگوں…

[versesnmoon]

یہ حادثات نا سمجھیں ابھی کہ پست ہوں میں

شکستہ ہو کے بھی نا قابل شکست ہوں میں

متاع درد سے دل مالا مال ہے میرا

زمانہ کیوں سمجھتا ہے تنگ دست ہوں میں

[sufism786-blog]

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[kainatsstuff]

[wonderwander4511]

Pyaar tu karta hai mujhe

Aur pyaas meri bujh jaati hai

Baahon mein tu bharta hai mujhe

Aur duniya mujhe mil jaati hai

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[chandtarasblog]

From abdullah the novel

[fatewalker-phoenix]

14, 24, 26 for kiss meme

Gonna be less prose and more stream of consciousness this time because writing is Hard or maybe I will apparently write things because I have SO MANY FEELINGS and work is quiet, also obligatory tag for @tiredassmage and spoilers for 5.4/5

14. A kiss to the stomach

Astor's hands smoothing over Eden's sides as he places soft kisses to her rounded belly, before pressing his ear to her skin, listening and feeling for the unborn child they will soon be welcoming into the world. Their eyes are sparkling in wonder, fingers interlocking in silent assurance that Aspen will grow up in the world they fought so hard to make just a little safer for her.

24. A sleepy kiss

It's a rare morning when Airi awakes before him. Almost a decade of living on the road on a mercenary's trade has made deep restful sleep a difficult endeavor for him.

His arm is still loosely draped over her, a remnant from how he had held her the night before as she trembled in the afterglow of their passion, fingers idly tracing over her neck and shoulder as he casually dragged from a cigarette in his free hand. It's a far cry from when he used to leave her alone in the sheets, reluctant to admit to any vulnerability behind the hardened exterior he had built for himself. Even now, there's a furrow to his brow that never quite leaves his face, though it has managed to soften ever so slightly in his slumber.

Airi slowly scoots herself up, careful not to jostle him too much, unable to will her gaze away from his face. In sleep, she can almost glimpse the man that might have been had the world been a fraction kinder to him. His black hair is tousled almost boyishly across his forehead, lending to the image.

Impulsively, she leans down and presses her lips gently to his forehead. He stirs, and her heartrate picks up as she frets that she may have woken him. The arm over her curls, pulling her closer to him so he can press a deeper kiss to her lips. His breath is warm as he works his way across her cheek to her neck, pausing only enough to murmur "Morning" huskily into her ear.

26. A kiss while one or both parties is crying

Kiana is with Arenvald when the chirugeon breaks the news. Her fingers grip tightly to his, her tail twitching anxiously, as the man reluctantly explains that the damage to Arenvald's leg is so severe that the Scion may never be able to walk unassisted ever again. Arenvald is quiet for a long, heavy moment before thanking the chirugeon for the news with a smile, though his fingers in turn grip Kiana's so tightly her fingers tips begin to numb. The chirugeon leaves them alone to process the news privately.

Kiana's jaw works as she tries to find the right words to say. Arenvald has always been so hard on himself, pushing himself to be good enough, strong enough to be worth the sacrifices it took to bring him to today. It's a path they've both had to walk for far too long, at far too young.

"I'm sorry." Arenvald's voice is broken, thickening with the threat of tears. His hand is trembling in hers. "I-I can only blame myself, if I had just been more careful I-"

"No." The response leaves her before she can stop herself. She shifts to face him properly, her other hand coming to hold his so she can face him properly. "You can't think like that," she admonishes him quietly, "You did what you could, and you still managed to escape. That counts for something, at least."

"It's not that." Arenvald shakes his head, pursing his lips. "What I wanted...all I wanted was for us to be able to fight side by side, to...I wanted to be strong enough to protect you, and I-" The tears fall freely now, sliding down his cheeks. "I couldn't save anyone that night in the Waking Sands. I couldn't save Krile from being captured. We could barely save those delegates in Ala Mhigo. Barely! If Fordola hadn't stepped in when she did-" his other hand clenched into a fist. "I was never good enough," he muttered, "So maybe this is how it should be."

Tears well in her eyes. "Look at me," she says softly. When Arenvald's gaze remains cast down, she repeats herself a little more firmly, reaching up to cup her hand around his cheek, directing him to face her. He finally does so, and her thumb gently swipes away another tear as it falls.

"You have always, always, been enough for me," she says slowly, hoping that he will hear every bit of love and pain carried through her voice. "I love you, okay?Not for what you can do, but for you are. You are kind, selfless, and yes, you are strong. Arenvald, I love you."

He leans into the contact on his cheek, crumpling into a sob as she holds him, pressing a kiss to his forehead before he leans down into her lap, clinging to her like a lifeline as her fingers trace through his hair.

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