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krishakamal · 1 year ago

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𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀

— Krishna x Rukmini

SYNOPSIS : Krishna has yet to meet his Sri but that doesn't mean that he does not know her heart.

KAMAL'S NOTE : Hey guys, I'm back with another RukminiShyam fic. This is a really short one.

Sakhi = Friend, Kaki = Aunty, Priye = Beloved, Sri = Mahalakshmi/Rukmini, Saawariya = Krishna/Tall, Dark & Handsome, Jaganath = Vishnu, Jagatmata = Lakshmi.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄

"Why do you look so downhearted, sakhi?"

Malini asked when she noticed the princess sitting on the window seat with a frowning face. Rukmini casted her a side glance before looking outside again, showing her friend that she had done something which upsetted the princess.

Malini thought back about the past events but she could not think about anything bad enough to upset Rukmini. Rukmini was not someone who would care about small mistakes.

Malini dropped the cloth she was folding and rushed up to Rukmini, "Sakhi, did I do something wrong?"

Rukmini nodded her head in 'yes'. Her lips curled up in visible a pout.

"What is it?"

Rukmini turned to Malini, "It rained this afternoon, right?" Malini nodded her head hasitentaly, she could already guess where this was going, "But none of you called me? Mina kaki told me, she saw you, Vijaya, Ridhima playing in the rain. Without me."

Rukmini snapped her face towards the window again. To be honest, Malini did feel a little bad for her sakhi. She knows just how much Rukmini loved rain.

Malini grabbed Rukmini's hand, "Please, don't be mad Vidharbhi. You were sleeping at that time and we didn't want to disturb you. You looked too peaceful sleeping."

"Stop buttering me." Rukmini muttered under her breath, "You are not the makhan chor."

"Ohhoo." Malini teased Rukmini, "Then why don't you tell you makhan chor to make it rain again?"

"D-Don't speak nonsense." Heat rushed up Rukmini's neck and cheek, colouring her red.

If I ask them he will, right?

Time passed in a flash and it was already night. Malini had left after making sure Rukmini was not mad at her. Of course she wasn't mad, Rukmini can never be angry with her sakhis.

Stars surrounded the moon in the sky. The kingdom of Vidarbha was lightened with lamps and lanterns. In the royal palace, Rukmini sat on the bed, reading a chapter of a novel before going to sleep as per her daily routine.

Suddenly, a sweet flute music started playing. The candle flickered on the nightstand when a gush of cold wind blew past the blinds, followed by the roaring sound of thunder. The thought of raining again made her lips curl up in a smile. Madhav!

Closing the book, Rukmini dropped it on the bed and rushed up to the window, pulling back the red and golden curtains. The one sparkling was now covered in kala megha. In no time, one raindrop hit the ground, then another and then another till it started pouring and wetting everything.

Rukmini grabbed the fabric of her skirt, lifted it up, and ran out of the room. Her feet stopped when it reached the garden. Standing in the middle of the garden closed her eyes and tilted her back. She raised her hand, palms facing the sky.

Rukmini felt the cold drops hitting her golden smooth skin. She felt his love pour on her in the form of rain. In an instant her long black hair soaking all the rain. They stick to her skin like glue. A sudden burst of joy hit her heart.

The surroundings disappeared. Only the sound of rain mingling with the sweet flute and the thought of her beloved. Her body moved on its own, spinning in circles. Soft laughs escaping her heart. The long skirt and her now wet hair whirling with her. The chiming of anklets joining the moment.

Rukmini danced without any care for the world. Between the colourful flowers Rukmini bloomed like a lotus does between dirt. Spinning, Rukmini bumped into something hard. She instantly grabbed it to steady herself. As she was about to open her eyes a hand palmed her eyes and another one wrapped around her waist.

"Mm-mm. It's not the time yet, priye." He teased her.

Rukmini huffed and shook her head, "Even now you are teasing me, Madhav."

"Just wait a little more? The day is near." Madhav said with a plea hidden in his voice.

"For you, Saawariya." She replied softly.

Krishna released Rukmini before grabbing her hand in his, He started twirling her, "So, is my beloved still sad that she couldn't dance in the rain earlier?"

Rukmini laughed, following his lead, "How can I be sad when you are here?"

The garden filled with laughter of two eternal consorts. The nature, the rain and the life witnessed their Jagannath and Jaganmata relish the moment. They witnessed Krishna doing maya leela for his Sri. They witnessed Lakshmi with her Narayan. They witnessed Rukmini putting all her trust in him and going along wherever he takes her.

Time flew by in a blink of an eye and it was close to dawn. But neither of them wanted to stop. Rukmini wanted to be with him as much as possible and Krishna wanted that just as much but that was not possible and they both knew that.

"Rajkumari Rukmini!" A panicked servant called and Rukmini's hand slipped off from Krishna's. Rain gradually came to a stop.

The smile never left her face as servants crowded her, throwing a warm and dry cloth over her shoulder. They started dragging her into the palace before she caught a cold.

Rukmini looked back where Krishna was supposed to but was now empty. Then Rukmini looked in her hand, the peacock feather he left behind. Only one man dazing in her head.

Saawariya.

Madhav.

Murli.

Krishna.

"KANHA!" Balram shouted, snapping his brother's attention, "What are you doing here at this time?"

Balram went out for a walk because his sleep broke early only to find his brother sitting on a stone, playing flute without any break and when he called him, Krishna didn't even hear him.

"Ji, Dau?" Krishna jumped down from the stone.

"What are you doing here?"

"Prem, Dau. Prem. Aap nehi samjhenge." Krishna gave him a mischievous smile before marching towards the castle.

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squidwardposting · 11 months ago

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Coffee in - ⚰️

🫥🤧💀

(this is all I remember from Shyam Singha Roy)

#squidward posting #random writing #desi memes #desiblr #south indian movies #shyam singha roy

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sylvia0106 · 2 years ago

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I see me And I see us Will you hold onto my soul? Even when it's half gone Even when it has scars I'm exposed to you Would you still feel the same? I see you naked, raw orignal self And I accept it There can't be anything much beautiful In this universe I know we will find our way back To anywhere but each other Be the seasons be the years be the ages be I change I have known that I'll find you Someday somewhere the world will stop Our fates would align, If even deceivingly If even we get to cross paths with each other Rather then being the passerby And there would just be us Alive Happy And too good to be true Even for just a moment I'll be yours soulfully blissfully totally And you'll be mine filling my empty vessel more and more It's us against the meant to be's It's us against the time we have for us to be and true

- Sylivia

#desi tumblr #south indian movies #daily poem #dark academia #love #relatable #real life #poetry #spilled poem #writing #poets on tumblr #sadnees #radhe shyam #prabhas #pooja hegde #movie inspired #desi dark academia #poetscommunity

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jayrockin · 5 months ago

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I drew a mountain of shyam and talita stuff like two years ago and I've been drip feeding it to you guys because i feel bad about shyam not being in the book I'm currently writing. Sorry.

#jaytext

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soul-of-vengeance · 1 year ago

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Cooler, Better Drow (and Lolth)

So this is a re-write of drow culture and the Lolth cult that I've had in my head for several years, ever since I played a Lolth-sworn drow in a friend's campaign. This is the first time I've refined it enough to write down. Hopefully someone will find it as fun as I do!

(A note: this is not part of my Anchored Worlds campaign setting, as Lolth technically doesn't exist anymore in that setting.)

The drow are not a "dark perversions" of surface elves, but merely another branch of the elven family tree. They are not as numerous as the elves above, but still number in the hundreds of thousands. Their population is fairly evenly divided among seven massive city-states in the Underdark, with a small number living in the world beyond and even, in a few special cases, above their brethren. How so many elves came to live beneath the surface is lost to history, a history most drow have no inclination to uncover. Even the oldest matriarchs remember only the comforting dark and hardship of the Underdark.

The four Lolth-sworn city-states are: Menzoberranzan (the “City of Spiders,” and the largest Lolth-sworn city,) Ched Nasad (the “City of Shimmering Webs”,) Orlytlar (the “dark jewel”,) and Ust Natha (“the first.”) The three “free” drow city-states are Haundrauth, Erydndlyn, and Sshamath (the “City of Dark Weavings”.)

Drow Physiology

Drow at first glance resemble elves with their uniquely fey beauty, but with starkly different coloration. Drow skin tones range from jet black to light grey among one ethnicity, and from pale blue to pale purple in another. They typically have white or purple teeth. Their hair could be white, black, pale yellow, or occasionally coppery in color. Eyes could be various shades of red or pink, and some shades of near-white blue, lilac, or silver were not uncommon.

Drow, having been so magically altered by their surroundings, cannot thrive in light. They are extremely sensitive to sunlight, so much so that only a day on a relatively cool day can cause painful burns. Those who must go above ground have specially-made balms to protect their skin. Their magic is weaker in the sun, and drow-enchanted items tend to lose their magic if they are above ground for longer than a week or two. Being in the sun too long can also cause "sun fever," which can be fatal if not dealt with.

Lolth-sworn Drow have been magically altered. They almost always have white hair and red eyes. This is a show of magical favor from their goddess, who has a fondness for those colors. They also typically have black or grey teeth, and bright red gums, tongue, and throats. Lolth-sworn women are also taller and stronger than their men. They may also rarely have some other interesting features.

Drow Culture

Drow are, of course, elves, and like all elves they are uniquely in tune with their surroundings. The Underdark is cold, harsh, dangerous, and unforgiving, and so too are the drow. The flora and fauna do not respond as kindly to elven magicks as those aboveground, so the drow have adapted without what is typically a cornerstone of elven culture. Cruelty is not seen as such, for their very circumstances are cruel, and so it is seen as perfectly normal. Softness and kindness are weaknesses that will get you killed in the wilds of the Underdark, and are discouraged even in civilization.

When introducing themself, a drow will state first their House name, then their family name, and lastly their public name. Unlike other elves, drow do not have child and adult names, though they may change their given name if they dislike it. Drow have "public" names that are based on their true given names. Perhaps a remnant of their fey ancestry, they do not give their true given names lightly. For example, my drow character's given name is Shyam, and his public name is Sam.

Drow culture is matriarchal in nature and has a strict authority structure that begins with the family unit. Every family has a matriarch whose word is final in all matters. She may then have favored daughters who may make decisions in her stead. When she dies, her daughters will contest her position, in battles that can be physical, magical, or mental in nature. In the event that a family should ever be without a matriarch, the family name is recorded as being a "dead line," and the remaining men will petition to be adopted into another family. In the event that they are not adopted, slavery or exile to the surface are a man's only option.

Their culture is functionally caste-based, though the castes have no official names. The "castes" are, in order of authority: those of high religious standing (Houses), those of magical genius, those of artisanal prowess, those adept at combat, and those who make up the foundation. The entire family would be elevated (or lowered) to a caste depending on the skills and standing of their matriarch and her favored daughters.

Drow society is divided into Houses, which are headed by religious-caste noble families that take other non-noble families under their banner. Each House has its own distinct insignia, style, banner, and rules. Technically speaking, every drow belongs to a House even if they are born into a lower-caste family. Very rarely, a House may trade a family to another, either by choice of the House matriarch or, more commonly, by petition by the matriarch of the family. This is usually done to strengthen or elevate one's position, and requires proof that the family deserves the move.

Authority is very important to drow. They have absolute loyalty to their House matriarch first, family matriarch second, and blood mother third. Beyond that, the only other authority a drow will acknowledge is their god, if they worship one. They have no obligation to obey any other House matriarch, any other family matriarch, or even any female family member besides their mother. They will acknowledge no other law or order, even if they are in another city or country. Being in a king's country is not reason enough for a drow to follow his orders, especially an order she dislikes. A drow may play along simply to make her life easier, but she will make it clear where her loyalties lie. Even exiled drow will typically choose one individual to place their entire faith in, and will answer to no one else.

It is believed that every drow and every family has a "true place," or a "true calling," and that they are always born below their calling so that they can fight for it. In this way, the individual, and the family, become strong enough and cunning enough to survive. It is believed that eventually you will feel a sense of "divine contentment" that means you have found your place. Drow are in a constant struggle against one another to elevate themselves, and the harsh environment of the Underdark has made them harsh in turn. Violence, torture, extortion, and scheming are a drow's expected tools to advance in society.

Drow culture is, to outsiders, oxymoronic. On one hand, it is encouraged to view the drow around you as competitors to your true status in society, and it is encouraged to eliminate or humiliate them by any means necessary for your own advancement. However, there is also a strong importance placed on kin. A drow might view her sister as a bitter enemy for their mother's favor, but would still defend her from an assassin from another family. Similarly, a drow would always defend another drow from another species, but in the safety of their insular city-state, might stab her in the back in the street.

Artistry in all its forms is highly prized in drow society, and families will often strive to cultivate a favored child into an artisan worthy of elevating their family. Tangentially related to this is the hedonism that pervades drow culture. In the harsh environment of the Underdark, life and pleasure are not guaranteed, so it is said to take it wherever you can find it and enjoy it to its fullest.

Marriage is not very common, for loyalty to the family trumps other loves. Many drow may have one or even a handful of committed partners, but exchanging vows and names is extremely rare, and often seen as a betrayal of your birth family. The culture is extremely heteronormative. Due to the high mortality rate in the Underdark, having as many children as possible is encouraged, and to that end anything besides heterosexuality is frowned upon, if not punishable by religious law.

While a child will always be cared for by its mother's family, there is still good reason for the father to stay in the child and mother's good graces. A mother may pay a "child tithe" to the father of her child, which is usually based on the talent, beauty, potential, and magical ability of the child. A man who has exceptionally talented progeny may increase his family's wealth in this way. A mother will usually cultivate all of her children's talents, even her sons who cannot elevate the family. It is still a source of pride to have all your children be talented and worthy of praise.

Morality among drow is an interesting subject. The ruthless competition of their society lends itself to what a surfacer would consider deeply immoral behavior: political conniving, assassination, torture, and other "unsavory" behaviors are common. On the other hand, some things are forbidden by cultural norm. Rape and sexual violence are considered a disgusting act, as is desecration or disturbance of a dead (drow) body that has been laid to rest. Impersonating another drow by name or pretending to be of another House, even for the lauded purpose of elevation, is outright illegal and punishable by death at the hands of the slighted party.

The drow body is considered a masterwork of divinity, and extreme body modification is frowned upon. Tattoos, piercings, and dying one's hair are all seen as a form of desecration to the holy, and the punishment may be severe depending on how strict one's matriarch is. Hair is especially important to a drow. For one, hairstyle is an easy way to distinguish one's House. For another, their long hair is one of the vanities drow allow themselves. To cut one's hair dramatically (trims and accounting for style are permitted) is seen as cutting oneself off from the House. A drow will never cut her hair except under two circumstances: exile or certain death. The reasons to do so when exiled are obvious, but to do so before certain death is a superstition. It is believed that cutting your hair before facing your death is to ensure that the death doesn't creep into your family via your hair.

Slavery is one of the "unsavory" pillars of drow society that those within consider completely normal, and even natural. Their caste-based thinking extends past their selves and includes other species, which drow consider themselves above. That said, even drow (of lower caste) can be slaves. Slaves are considered part of a family's wealth, and can be obtained a number of ways. It is generally understood in the Underdark that to lose a fight against a drow is to forfeit your freedom to them. Slavery to a House is also a potential punishment for crimes against them. Slavery is a lifelong sentence, and slaves are given a magical tattoo that identifies them as such to drow. The tattoos are not House-specific, because slaves change hands as easily as currency.

The Dark Seldarine

The Dark Seldarine "pantheon" is not a true pantheon, but simply a group of gods worshiped by the drow.

Eilistraee is the most widely worshiped drow goddess, who oversees beauty, song, dance, freedom, moonlight, swordwork, and hunting. While she is typically thought of as a good-aligned goddess, she seems to have no issue with drow culture, which as stated is typically seen as deeply immoral. By contrast, she deeply loves her drow worshippers, whose love of life and pleasure aligns with her domain.

Vhaeraun, the elder twin of Eilistraee, is a god of thievery and magic, and is seen as a patron of drow men. He is generally worshiped alongside his sister, though he prefers his followers to be more ambitious.

Selvetarm, also called the Son of Lolth, is a god of warriors and battle. His worship is chiefly among those who leave Lolth's cult and find sanctuary in other cities. He despises Lolth, and encourages those who leave to take up arms against her followers.

Kiaransalee has some small churches in the Underdark. A goddess of revenge and necromancy, her worship is controversial, as some of her followers will raise drow corpses, which is seen as desecration of the beloved dead.

Zinzerena is not usually openly worshiped. She is the goddess of lies and illusion, and shares patronage of assassins with Lolth, whom she despises.

Lolth

Lolth is a lesser deity associated with the Trickery and War domains. She is, by her own reckoning, a goddess of darkness, spiders, and chaos. She is the patron of weavers and assassins. Lolth is one example of a being that was raised to godhood. Originally a tanar'ri demon, she manipulated and schemed her way to such power that she was elevated to a god. This ruthless ambition and endless drive became the center of her divinity, as she demands the same qualities of her worshippers. She pulled her original fortress in the Abyss into its own divine realm known as the Demonweb Pits. She still has demons in her employ, the Yochlols, but is now chiefly concerned with spreading her worship.

Her former demonic nature is obvious in the way she approaches her followers. Though she does need them as any god needs worshippers, she views them as more like playthings, finding great amusement in all they do in her name and at her behest. Her tenets are almost similar to a demonic deal, as she offers power and protection in exchange for worship. To the educated, her priestesses are more akin to fiend-pacted warlocks than holy woman.

Lolth introduced herself to the drow (comparatively) recently, targeting priestesses at the head of powerful Houses to let her doctrine trickle down. She slotted her own worship neatly into existing drow culture, exaggerating what she liked and downplaying what she didn't. The Lolth-sworn city-states grew even more xenophobic and closed off than they already were, so much so that they do not even allow more than minimal trade with non-Lolth-sworn cities. Four of the seven drow city-states are Lolth-sworn.

Lolth is not as capricious or actively malicious to her worshippers as in D&D 5e canon, but she is by no means pleasant. She positioned herself to the drow as the ultimate matriarch, mother of the dark and chaos in which they lived. By allying themselves with her, the Lolth-sworn gain allies among other creatures living in the Underdark.

Lolth has extremely high standards and rigid rules that her worshippers must follow. She does change these rules at times, often waiting for someone to break the unknown tenet and making an example of them to spread the news. She encourages paranoia and sadism, and found the drow society structure one that fit nicely with her tastes. She amuses herself with the machinations and ambitions of her subjects.

Lolth's goal is to spread her influence as far as she can. She is currently looking to subjugate the entire Underdark, and then she plans to turn her gaze to the world above. She plans a two-pronged attack: invasion on the weaker nations above and indoctrination of the stronger.

The Cult of Lolth

The Cult of Lolth (though they call themselves a Church) is widespread, being practiced in over half of the drow city-states. Under Lolth's rule, some aspects of existing drow culture are magnified.

For instance, far past being matriarchal, Lolth has an active disdain for men due to several drow heroes who directly opposed her takeover…and were all, coincidentally, men. For this, she punishes all drow men. This bleeds through to her followers. In ordinary drow society, sons are not favored but are still cherished and allowed many of the same rights of women, but little authority. Under Lolth, however, men are close to second-hand citizens. A man is considered to be a caste below the women in his family. Men on the lowest class are essentially slaves. Though they cannot be traded as slaves can, they have little rights and are entirely at the mercy of their matriarchs.

To distinguish her drow from "the rabble," Lolth changed her earliest followers physically, and the changes slowly spread as worship did. Those in the Underdark can tell a Lolth-sworn from a mile away, and know to avoid them. Lolth is also far less strict on body modification and hair length, allowing tattoos, piercings, and even cutting one's hair. She delights in the inner conflict this causes, as the drow's cultural sensibilities clash with the freedom their goddess allows.

Another aspect she magnifies, which was the primary reason she chose the drow as her first worshippers, is the ambition. While drow culture believes everyone has a "true" place and your life's goal is to achieve it by any means, Lolth encourages her followers to always strive to go above and not settle, even if you feel what the drow refer to as "divine contentment" with your place. She delights in the sadism and chaos she sows among her followers.

While typical drow culture views violence as another art form to be perfected, Lolth favors brutality, sadism, and even desecration, pushing her followers to the brink of their sensibilities and beyond. Her followers have a reputation for treating those they kill and capture with a uniquely twisted form of sadistic torture.

Lolth is the patron of weavers, fiber crafters, and metalworkers. She placed a high importance on those particular crafts, and had a love of woven beauty. Of course, spiders and webs are a large motif that can be found in Lolth-sworn art, as well as the colors red and white. She favors these, and may even punish someone who creates a masterpiece that doesn't meet her preferences.

Lolth desires to one day have all drow under her rule, and her followers sometimes attack other drow to be brought back as slaves and indoctrinated. Drow captured in this manner are an abnormality in society. These individuals (and only them) may be freed from slavery by marrying or being adopted into a House or family, only after swearing fealty to Lolth and passing a trial of faith. These drow are especially favored by Lolth and her worshippers, who sees them as the ultimate triumph of their faith.

One interesting, and potentially tragic, quirk of drow born into Lolth's cult is that, unlike all other elves including drow, they do not see their past lives when they meditate. It is unclear whether this is because they do not reincarnate or if Lolth is somehow suppressing their connection to their past lives. Some of the opponents of Lolth's cult believe that she takes her followers' souls when they die, though for what purpose is unclear.

As stated above, Lolth frequently changes the rules of her cult. However, three rules have never changed:

Worship only Lolth, and put her first. (Worship or fealty to any other god is forbidden, and Lolth demands total obedience. She even asks her worshippers to put her above even their mother and matriarchs, a challenging concept for many drow.)

Second to Lolth is the brood. (Protect kin at all costs. House first, then family, then all drow. She also demands they protect and cultivate spiders, including a demonic breed she created for this very purpose.)

Dig deeper into the darkness. (Be ruthlessly ambitious, do whatever it takes to survive and thrive. Take every avenue of power available to you.)

Driders

Driders are created when a faithful drow fails Lolth in a very specific way (more than simply not adhering to her tenets) or fails a test set by Lolth. They are transformed into a being that is extremely Lolth-like, a drow's upper torso with a spider's body below. It is a truly ironic punishment: although they now resemble their beloved goddess, the drow consider their body to be a sacred and beautiful thing, and any permanent transformation is a perversion of it. Worse, they are cut off from their family and exiled to the Underdark alone.

Driders are simultaneously pitied and reviled by Lolth-sworn and regular drow alike.

#drow #lolth #lolth sworn drow #dark elf #dnd #dnd drow #dnd lore #homebrew #(kind of?)#kirby gets creative

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vishnavishivaa · 3 months ago

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Ajab Si Adaayein

This OS was something I visualized as I was returning home and listening to the song, and thought to write it as a vignette, essentially. They are SatyabhamaShyam in the modern world, and if you want, I can make this a series of OS'.

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Maadhavi was sweating in the sultry heat of the Sun. She was in an auto, exasperated at the slow moving traffic. She was on her way back home after a grueling dance class, lasting about three hours. She needed a long shower, despite having taken a quick one at dance class and changing into brand new clothes. The Sun made it even harder, as she gently wiped the sweat away from her neck. She fiddled with her phone, choosing a random romantic song, sighing softly. Every song reminded her of her Krishna, as always.

As the song she was listening to neared its end, she peered out of the auto, her eyes landing on the car next to her. Her breath caught in her throat when her eyes met dark chocolate brown ones, which also widened the smallest amount in response to her. She could feel her heart flutter in her chest, and a shiver run down her spine. Those eyes, she knew those eyes.

Aankhon mein teri, ajab si ajab si adaayein hai

Indeed there was something so stunningly graceful about his eyes, about his gaze. It was all penetrating, yet very gentle and questioning, as if needing her acceptance to just gaze. She blushed at the hope in his eyes, and prayed her answer got translated to him.

Dil ko banade jo patang saasein yeh teri woh hawaayein hai

He had gotten her acceptance, for his gaze was on her, unwavering, making her turn redder than the tomato that she loved eating often. She knew she too was staring, but she was not even able to stop herself.

There, in the middle of a typical Chennai traffic, as the vehicles moved inch by inch, Maadhavi had found the one who made her heart breath new lives, somehow.

Aankhon mein teri, ajab si ajab si adaayein hai

Maadhavi wondered what he was thinking, and when she got so shameless with staring at a guy. That thought alone pulled her back and she looked down shyly, though her eyes sprung back to the man in passenger seat, whose eyes had not moved an inch from her, clearly.

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Aai aisi raat hai joh bahut khushnaseeb hai

chaahe jisse dur se suniya vo mere khareeb hai

While it was not night, the day was heading there. Dusk was fast approaching, and this was when Shyam had spotted the young woman in the auto. He had first glanced at her because he could feel the familiarity. But when she too turned to look at him, as if in a synchronized set of events, Shyam had frozen. Those eyes were filled with warmth, forgiveness and acceptance, and they reminded him of the eyes which lived in his dreams and memories. He could not even move his eyes, nor did he want to.

To him, she was the one who would be wanted by people even without her knowledge, her radiance told him as much. But here she was, in the vehicle next to his. He ignored his smirking elder brother, and just allowed his hidden romantic to take over, observing every little action of hers.

Kitna kuch kehna hai phir bhi hai dil mein sawaal kahi

Sapno mein joh roz kaha hai woh phirse kahun yaa nahi

His heart was thrumming with a melodious sound created by the contact of their eyes, Shyam felt. He could not bear to look away. He smiled softly when she did, her round cheeks red, a blush that spread at least up to her neck. Her eyes again peered at him, causing his heart to now sing happily. He tried to silence it, but he was used to accepting life as it happened, so he settled, allowing the course of Destiny to dictate the happenings.

Aankhon mein teri ajab si ajab si adaayein hai

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Tere saath saath aisa koi noor aaya hai

He had become the light that shone magnificently as the sun approached the West. Maadhavi could not believe she was still caught in traffic, and still gazing at the same man. His eyes felt like her Krishna's, his smile too felt familiar, and the gentle warmth he spread touched her very soul, making her smile in response, a radiant smile at the joy his warmth spread within.

chand teri roshni ka halka sa ek saaya hai

Shyam knew that not even the romance of the moonlight could touch the splendid nature of the light her heart radiated. The purity of her showed on her beautiful face, which had a gentle yet obvious jawline, framing a round face like the moon, lotus petal eyes, red lips, and skin that seemed to be both golden and dusky at the same time. His eyes though were drawn repeatedly to her light coloured orbs, which reflected the Sun to him. Yet the depth in them felt like his own Soul.

teri nazaron ne dil ka kiya jo hashar asar yeh hua

ab in mein bhi doob ke ho jaon paar yahi hai hua

Maadhavi and Shyam both jerked when they realized the traffic had started moving. It felt as if the traffic had stopped miraculously so that they could see each other, and now that it had happened, there was sudden movement. But she was not ready to let go. Maadhavi wanted to drown herself in his eyes, and she prayed under her breath, "Krishna, may we unite soon."

Shyam, on the other hand, was feeling his heart beat a little off track, as if not wanting to separate and yet having to. He gazed at her, trying to take her in to the maximum he could, as both the vehicles started to speed. He knew they would meet again soon, he just knew. Till then, he could wait.

"Mahadeva, may my meeting her again happen soon."

The two hearts, which had recognized each other that day, were parted by the movement of life and time; but both souls, which had been exchanged by the medium of two pairs of eyes, awaited eagerly for the day where they could converse freely once more.

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This is probably the first song fic I have written entirely, and that I posted as well. It has a special place in my heart.

I do have more song fics coming, especially for modern reincarnations, of a wide variety of pairs.

@ahamasmiyodhah @mahi-wayy @yehsahihai @theramblergal @krsnaradhika @ramayantika @achyutapriya @thegleamingmoon @nidhi-writes @houseofbreadpakoda @hum-suffer @kanhapriya @kaal-naagin @krishna-priyatama @willkatfanfromasia @celestesinsight @arachneofthoughts @idllyastuff @mahaswrites @braj-raj @krishna-sangini @krishna-premi @chaliyaaa @tripurantaka Please please let me know what you all think. I want your feedback! Shall I write more? Any songs/couples you all want?

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hardkittyprince · 3 months ago

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There are 10 reasons why I love salaar move

Prithviraj sukumaran

Prabhas

Bromance

Bromance < bRomance

No matter what people say it is prabhas come back movie for me after Radha shyam and Adipurush ( no offense to prabhas)

It's a comfort movie for me i love the chemistry between prabhas and prithviraj

Like the action except the first half ( that was cheeky action)

Got to know about prithviraj because of this ( I didn't know his name before but now I know half of the things about him watched his movie before maybe one or two but now I am obsessed with him )

I can watch this movie's second half as many times as you want me too continuously

Prashant neel direction I loved kgf 1 and 2 and waiting for his more upcoming movies

It gives me and my bl brain way to many content ( not one of the main reasons 😏 to love this movie okay i respect the writing the way it was )

I love friendship movies and especially South friendship movies and it satisfies me with that genre

Actually I have more reason since I am watching this movie again i don't know how many times I have already watched this so I'll tell you more reasons later

#salaar text post #salaar devratha raisaar #salaar #salaar 2 #salaar great movie for me #varadeva #varadha rajamannar #varadeva✨#varadha #i am obsessed with their chemistry no cap 🧢#waiting for salaar2 eagerly

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ramayantika · 1 year ago

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Shyam Raatri

The large monsoon clouds assemble in the vast expanse of the night. I am alone here. The terrace is as dark as the dark clouds assembled in the corner of my vision. There is not one star in the sky -- the moon already lost somewhere under a dark veil.

A sweet tune rings in my ear, it's volume increasing as I take my breath. My eyes do not move even an inch away from the darkness in the night sky. Somewhere beside the extreme coal coloured sky, I see greyish clouds floating away with a light breeze gently blowing my hair.

Darkness is often associated with evil and sinister plans when everything eerie has to occur. Black surrounds me. Even the plants kept aside scare me with their dry twigs.

The flute tune now turns from something sweet to a mysterious melody. I feel a deep yearn from the depths of my soul; a sudden lunge in my heart to run into the darkness that keeps calling me. The light, the other path doesn't attract me anymore and my feet as if hypnotized walk ahead.

But there is no sinister allure in the air. There are no dark whispers looming around. There is the scent of fresh jasmines and wild flowers. The mysterious melody now transforms into a deep love tune as if played by someone who carries deep love in his being. I see no one. I am flying I think. Am I in my body? Who am I anymore?

Does it matter?

And suddenly a name escapes from my lips. Shyam. The dark expanse envelops me around and I lean into their embrace. Without a lamp, without a flame colour bursts in my soul, I see it dance as a loud thunder rumbles like a drum. The flash of lightning makes me see the one in the guise of the dark clouds.

Shyam, as dark as the night sky, as dark as the monsoon laden clouds shines as brightly as thousand diamonds. The flute tune now flows through my being. My heart soars with delight. I think this is how bliss feels like.

To go beyond my name, my body, and my identity, I find solace in that dark embrace. I find home in those arms which hold me tight and a small whisper makes me alert of his presence even more.

"I shall never let go."

The dark clouds part away to form the most handsome man in the whole universe. The stars surround his body, his smile as bright and warm as a hundred suns. Enchanting is an understatement. There is no word in my dictionary to describe me, for they only dim his lustre.

And when those rain filled clouds clash, a loud rumble pours heaven's nectar down the skies, drenching me. Mother nature forgets that her daughter is already drenched in love.

Oh how do young souls love so deeply, so passionately? They ask.

I have lived through many lives, each bringing me to him. Who needs a fire torch to light the path when you have him? A serpent turns into a garland with him around. My arms wound around his neck tightly as tears mix with the rain drops falling down my face.

Time is an illusion. Everything is. He can be the only truth, my only solid rock to my existence.

Which poet shall ever be able to write about this love? I cross every boundary deemed moral by this society. I am not a woman in love. I am a soul in love.

How do I go back to society, my dear one? I cross the deemed line every time I go to meet you in the dark.

'This isn't the way to love a god!'

'You aren't as pure as his other devotees.'

'You don't even have an ounce of knowledge than the ones who sought refuge at his feet.'

'This is wrong and immoral. You can't worship him this way.'

And so with tear stricken eyes, a fiery desperation in them, I raise my chin up and ask God himself. "If I have wronged you in any way, if this impure woman's love has borne any impurity in love for you then make me forget you forever."

And when I tell you that God himself wonders how mortals love so fiercely, with so much passion and longing that they are ready to hurt themselves than hurt the beloved, it is all true.

He himself bends his head down, his arms wide and I see the universe swirling in that space between those jewel studded arms. I can never say that I never looked into his eyes. His eyes meet mine and I see a glaze cloud over those lotus shaped eyes.

'If it weren't my wish, you wouldn't have noticed me standing here. You wouldn't walk all dazed towards me. Look around you. All of them. They only see dark swirling clouds but you found me. I have been here for you, waiting when you would find me, when you would realize me. I waited by the door of your room, by the corner of your vision, in the deep recesses of your mind whose doors you opened only in dreams. You found me. Is that not the answer to your love?'

The darkness whisks me away, leaving behind a scent of roses.

Oh mother how can I ever come back to the house anymore? I found my beloved.

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SSSSH IDK WHAT EVEN THIS IS I AM WRITING THIS WITH KRISHNA SONGS FROM MAHABHARAT ON LOOP CONTINUOUSLY. I SAW THE DARK SKY FROM MY TERRACE ALONE AND THERE WAS THIS ONE SPOT WJICH WAD EXTREMELY DARK LIKE DARKER THAN BLACK AND BESIDE IT A FEW FEET AWAY GREY CLOUDS WERE FLAOTING AROUND JUST LIKE I WROTE. I GOT SCARED A LITTLE KNOWING I WAS ALL ALONE IN THE DARK TERRACE BUT THAT DARK CLOUDS BLACKISH CLOUDS MADE ME STARE AT IT AND MADE ME FEEL SAFE. I KNEW I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING BUT SOMEHOW THE TERRACE DIDN'T FEEL SAFE ANYMORE AND I KINDA GOT A MESSAGE FROM INSIDE SAYING GO DOWNSTAIRS AND WRITE WHATECER YOY WANT. I AM LITERALLY SITTING ON MY SCOOTER AND TYPING THIS DOWN. IF MY VISION COILF ONLU FOCUS ON THAT EXACT DARK SPOT THAT FELT JUST PERFECT I WOULD ACTIALLY WRITE THIS MAYBE EVEN BETTER BUT OKAY I WROTRE THIS I HAVE NO IDEA HOW DID I EGEN WRITE THIS AND I AM PROBABLY GLING TO READ IT TOMORROW TO MAKE SENSE OF IT OR CRINGE OVER THIS YEAH EKZKZKZL WHATEVER THIS IS A QUESTION-ANSWER WHAT NOW. FIND WHAT YOU NEED THE ANSWERS TO. MY EYES GURT AND MY ELBOW.

#samridhi writes #krishna #gopiblr #writing

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