#they just agree NHI

[ylkcheeeks]

So here’s a take which I think is downright tepid yet still am deliberately putting here instead of FB on account of boomer relatives likely making themselves annoying!

If anyone actually believed that it is a few bad apples and cops as a whole are mostly good family men invested in protecting all citizens in the area they serve out of a sense of civic duty- you know, your basic copaganda fairytale- all you have to do is look at what the police themselves do to see it ain’t so.

like, ok, we know by now that Uncle Politics Guy and Karenus Bluelinea ignore any statistics which don’t suit them and will whip out special pleading every time there’s another incident where a cop brutalizes or murders someone unless there’s a oner showing the whole thing, in which case there’s one of the bad apples.

So in their view of the world, most cops are good guys with guns and a few totally different people slip through. They also can see that a huge swath of the population does not trust cops and judges the incidents they say are fine a lot more harshly. We know they know this due to the way such folks will bring up how hard it must be for heroic innocent good guy cops to be subject to such vitriol. So, to recap, cops are mostly good, and there’s a loud and growing public sentiment they are not, damaging their PR and morale.

What would be the logical response for the cops in such a scenario? Probably to take steps towards:

Removing the Bad Cops, not just when they do something egregious and the public outcry is so loud they are forced to act, but as a preventative measure because they are Good Cops who Want to Protect People Actually- it would really hurt morale even more to keep one of the guys ruining it for everyone else around!

Retraining the Kinda Bad Cops; to the degree that there might be some Bad Apples who Totally Still Deserve a Chance, it would also be in the interest of a culture predominantly populated by civic minded people to make sure all their members are upholding the law, not just because it is their job, but because they’re Good Cops who Care.

Of course sharing PR which directly addresses the people who are upset; whether the perceptions are reasonable and realistic or awful mean liberal bullying of the poor innocent cops, the public clearly no longer trusts the police. That’s a big issue for how police are supposed to function, so you would expect to see campaigns that directly address that loss of trust. Probably something that tells the public about the strides above, maybe even cite some sort of external oversight or study that shows their particular department is so full of very good cops who never get violent with the citizens they are sworn to protect.

But, I know this is not a shock to anyone who follows me, that is not what we seen happening with police departments across the US (in the specific only because I can’t speak to other countries’ cops). What do we see?

Cops who have been a repeated and expensive problem for their department get promotions and often their pattern of misconduct only comes to light when they finally are caught murdering or brutalizing someone and gain national attention.

Cops who have done things which would get them fired from any other job, who are not disciplined at all or who are put on desk duty until attention dies down.

Cops who show a clear disregard for human life, from laughing at the “low value” of a young woman brutally killed by an on-duty officer, to writing up reports in which a victim they judge as undesirable (usually sex workers, PoC, unhoused people, and other demographics who are overall subject to discrimination) as having “no human involved”

Cops making fun of, blowing off, and showing extreme resistance to any professional development which challenges bias or otherwise overlaps with DEAI training.

Cops who do try to bring attention to injustice within their department being stymied, intimidated, and (special shout-out to the NYPD) subject to involuntary commitment to shut them up which is subsequently memorialized as a full color enamel challenge coin showing a rat in a straight jacket. Oh and can’t forget the more recent incident where they beat one of their own to death “accidentally” during a “training exercises” like an extra fucked up sparagmos.

Cops who are high ranking within their hierarchy demonstrating the expectations of police culture by not just ignoring but engaging in all of the above.

Of course neither list is exhaustive, just taking a bird’s eye view of what you would expect from an organization which aims to protect and to serve, and what we actually see happening. These actions point to an organization that not only is refusing the judgement of a large fraction of the populace which the fairy tale claims they serve- and that they serve everyone is definitely part of Uncle Politics Guy’s perspective because folks who pity the poor wittle cops love to crow that the libs will be crying for police back if we actually defund/demolish/even slightly discipline the cops. “Who will you call when [racism, usually]?” they ask, implying that in their view, the good guys with guns cops would currently be useful to protect even you, callow cad that you are, from the very scary evil criminals.

These actions point to an organization which not only refuses that judgement, even if they are super sincerely sure it’s not accurate or merited, but rather than demonstrating a commitment to being the good guys with guns, they refuse to engage in anything which would prevent, counter, or clean up after their messes. Remember that reporter who lost her eye while covering a protest? Remember the cop spraying the seated college kids directly in the face with chemical “disincentives”? Rough rides ring a bell?

They get more violent when someone tries to hold them accountable or points out their actions. They insist on special treatment and the law can’t touch them. They use violence on and off the job as a first response to fear, anger, mild annoyance, and will swear up and down they “feared for their life” even when footage comes out showing that no rational person would believe they were in danger, never mind someone who is supposed to be trained in deescalation and non-lethal force.

Cops do not act like an organization of do-gooders with a few fellas who just were too jumpy for the job and made a mistake they feel just awful about. Cops act like an organization which knows it has power and feels entitled to wield it against anyone who opposes them, from protesters to their own men when they try to speak up. Cops behave consistently like they believe they are above the laws which they supposedly enforce despite not knowing them.

You know, when there’s one bad apple in actual apples, it spoils the whole barrel, and farmers don’t fuck around with letting their whole harvest turn. Not the first by far to point that out, but it merits saying. Cops don’t even turn the barrel over to salvage the good ones and the barrel itself is shot through with fungus. You can ignore everything other than what happens to be audio or video recorded and what police themselves say and it still paints the same picture.

[chillinglyadventurous]

Stargazing

I need you all to know that this is self-indulgent, absolute mindless fluff.

Tags: Fluff

The night air was cool and a slight breeze rustled the leaves as you made your way the clearing Ford had told you about. Apparently, he had discovered it during one of his many explorations. He claimed it had the best view of the stars. You had off-handedly mentioned how much you loved stargazing and astrology, so, when he invited you to join him that night, you had hesitated. You hesitated because, every time he was near you, your heart seemed to race and your mind would go blank. You were usually a stuttering mess around him, unable to form a coherent sentence. You were afraid he would think you were an idiot, but you agreed because, deep down, you couldn’t resist spending time with him even if that meant your heart would never stop fluttering in your chest.

You found him exactly where he had said he’d be, lying on a blanket with an old telescope propped up on a tripod next to him. His gray hair gleamed in the moonlight. His glasses were perched on his nose as he stared into the heavens. The sight made you smile. He looked so relaxed, so happy to be there. Despite the hoard of butterflies in your stomach, you were happy to be there too.

“You made it!” Ford beamed, sitting up and giving you a warm smile. He pointed toward the sky with excitement, “I found a cluster that is absolutely fascinating! You have to see it.”

Cautiously, you moved toward him. He stood, propping the telescope and angled it toward the right spot. Wordlessly, you peered through it. Ford’s hand brushed against yours as he attempted to focus the lenses, sending a jolt of electricity through you. You glanced nervously up at him, a shy smile.

When you returned you attention back to the cluster of stars he had found, you couldn;t ignore the thoughts raging through your mind. You were so excited to be there with him. You’d had feelings for him for a while, always too nervous to act on them. He seemed so engrossed in nhis work, so intelligent, and so kind. You admired those things about him, but you thought, you knew, he wouldn’t feel the same. What would a wonderful genius like him want with you, someone who worked at his brother’s tourist trap, too interested in the stars to come down to earth. Your feelings for him were childish. You knew that, but you couldn’t push them down.

“Do you ever wonder if there’s something greater out there?” His words had startled you, pulling you out of your thoughts and away from the amazing sight he had seemingly found just for you. You pulled yourself from the telescope to look at him. 

You urged him to continue with a raise of your eyebrow, “You know there is. You spent years in other dimensions. Surely you saw something greater than all of this.”

“Something beautiful,” he clarified with a nervous grin. He shook his head as if realizing he had lost his train of thought. He tried to find it again, “Don’t get me wrong, [Y/N]. I think there’s a great beauty right here, in this dimension, in our universe as well.” A soft ‘ah’ left him as he repositioned the telescope, “Take a look at this one: Andromeda. This one is my favorite.”

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered as if it weren’t your favorite too.

Ford glanced at you when you straightened up. For the first time, when you made his gaze, you saw something flicker in his eyes, something deeper than you had seen before. His eyes found yours and, for a moment, the universe seemed to pause around you.

“You know, I;ve spent a lifetime staring up at the stars in this galaxy and countless others,” his voice was quiet, barely audible as he returned his attention to the sky, “but i think I’ve been overlooking something, something right in front of me.”

You tried to find what he was looking at, what beautiful thing he had suddenly discovered while standing right next to you. When his hand took a hold of yours, your breath caught in your throat. His fingers laced with yours. The simple touch felt so full, an extra finger squeezing your hand tightly. The warmth of his touch sent a surge of emotion, of love, through you and you knew he felt it too.

“Ford, I-” you started, trying to get out what you were feeling, but he held up his free hand to interrupt you.

His voice wavered as he spoke, “I care about you more than I've let myself admit.” 

You turned your head to look at him, but he wouldn’t look at you,  but his thumb stroked over your knuckles as if he were holding onto the moment. It was as if he was afraid for you to continue, fearing the moment would slip away.

“I care about you too,” you whispered, “more than I can explain.”

For a long moment, you both stood there in silence, the stars twinkling overhead like they were witnessing something extraordinary. Slowly, Ford leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a tentative, tender kiss. It was soft at first, but it deepened as if he, too, had been waiting for this moment, unsure yet hopeful.

When you finally pulled apart, you rested your forehead against his, breathing in the stillness of the night. For the first time in a long time, it wasn’t the stars that held your attention, it was him. Stanford Pines, the man who had shown you that sometimes, the greatest discoveries weren’t out in the universe, but right here in each other.

[aru-loves-krishnaxarjuna]

behnchod, madarchod, baanki maagi,, bokachoda, you fucking hoe, rot in fucking hell, you brother fucker, motherfucker, gaandu, randi, saala, harami, bohot tez samajh ta hai apne aap ko? Bhosdika, bara, saale gaand choos tu apna, kindly f yourself

Tere krishna ne terko gaali dena sikhaya hai!?!! Where are hindu women's SANSKAAR??? Tum aurte khud ko mhan samjhte ho i guess u r bhramin that's why u have superiority complex. WhatsApp university se padhna chod or real world me aa jaa

Let's start with the biggest issue I have with scriptures in Hinduism and the casual misogynistic tone in the marriage department.

Ramacharitmanas 3.4.4 - "A woman who treats her husband with disrespect even though he is old, sick, dull-headed, *wrathful* or *most wretched*, she shall suffer various torments in hell (The abode of Yama)"

Vishnusmriti 24.41 -A damsel whose menses begin to appear (while she is living) at her father's house, before she has been betrothed to a man, has to be considered as a degraded woman: by taking her (without the consent of her kinsmen) a man commits no wrong.

Valmiki Ramayana 2/24/20 - - Ram said \*"As long as a woman is alive, her husband is her god and master to her"\*

Valmiki Ramayana 2/24/25 - "Even if a woman is interested in religious vows and fastings, in addition to being the best of the excellent; if she doesn't obey her husband, she will become ill-fated!!"

Matsya Purana 154.166 - "The husband even if poor, illiterate, and devood of fortune, is like a god to his wife."Mahabharata

Anushasana Parva 146.55 - Husband alone is the God for women

Srimad Bhagwatam 6/18/33-36 - "A husband is the supreme deity for the woman. The Supreme, Lord Vasudeva is situated in everyone's heart and is worshipped through the various names and forms of the demigods by fritive workers. Similarly, a husband represents the Lord as the object of worship for a woman. A wife should be chaste and obey all orders of her husband. She should very devoutly worship her husband as a representative of Vasudeva."

Sage Ashtavakra said:Women can never be their own mistresses. This is the opinion of the Creator himself, viz., that a woman never deserves to be independent. There is not a single woman in the three worlds that deserves to be regarded as the mistress of her own self. The father protects her while she is a maiden. The husband protects her while she is in youth. Sons protect her when she is aged. Women can never be independent as long as they live.

Oh ho! Now you are asking our SANSKAAR!? Ram sikhate hai ki maryada mein rehte kaise hai.

Krishna sikhate hai ki maryada mein rakhte kaise hai.

Listen you motherfucker. I don't need to be educated on this. You dare question our SANSKAAR? WE became like THIS to PROTECT OURSELVES. WE learnt SWEAR WORDS BECAUSE MEN STARTED TO USE THEM FIRST!!!

And women can never be independent, eh? Look around the fucking world will you, ot do you use braille to type?

First you make us like this and now question US? Atleast hum aurate apne aapko mahan sigma male to nhi smjh ti, na? Aurato ko tum log hamesha 'women ☕️' karte rehte ho, unko disrespect karte ho, rapists ko support karte ho, unke saath jo unyay hota hai usko supprt karte ho, and when we stand up for ourselves, us hindu women's SANSKAAR dissappeared!? THIS is the reason why women hate men now.

Tu Insta reels se sab kuchh learn karrna band karr aur apni aakhe charo taraf ghuma, bsdk.

We can be our own mistresses, and we will be our own mistresses. Idc what anyone thinks, i stand with my opinion. Agar teri Maa nahi hoti, to tu bhi janm nhi le pata gadhere.

You know Maa Kaali as well as Maa Adi Para Shakti, right? Did they need a man to fight? Or to protect them? They protected themselves, and fought demons, monsters just to protect their children. Yea ok i agree with the 'devoted to husband' part, but if her dignity comes in question, she WILL fight back!

[andreainlove]

i hate this

(school drama, don't bother really)

never thought I would have to use this feature to rant, because I felt I could never have so much to say but here i am. (and this is gonna get looong)

i didn't go to school today. just decided that I don't want to go after getting completely ready at 6am in the morning, just because most people with whom I interact weren't going today. or maybe because a person was going with whom I didn't wanted to interact at all, plus there weren't any prac classes so yeah

now this person. she was one the first friends I made after coming to this new school btw. she is still my friend. but it's just. I FIND HER SO ANNOYING. a few days ago me would disagree with this statement btw. few days back I was so onto her telling her about my past friends, things i usually don't talk about to random people, because I found her to be very empathetic and understanding and mature and al the things i usually didn't find after getting in the medical line, because NO ONE IS READY TO HAVE A TALK WITH YOU OVER HERE, I FELT LIKE EVERYTHING IS COMPETITION with these people over here, but this person felt different. her aura gave me vibes that she would understand and that she was willing to listen. she's so nice and all.

but then i realised EVERYONE finds her to be a person good with words and attractive and EVERYONE goes to her to solve problems or have a talk, AND SHE BARELY SEES ME NOWADAYS. AND IDK ITS JEALOUSY IG BUT I HATE THAT EVERYONE WANTS TO SPEAK TO HER and tell her about their respective crushes. and now she barely speaks to me, rarely she interacts nowadays, when she does it's like she's doing it as if ahes forced to.

I don't like this. maybe because I was this person once back in my old school. i hate the fact that just because I was too busy dealing with my own stuff, JUST WHEN LIFE WAS HAPPENING TO ME IN HD, I MISSED BEING THE FRIEND WITH WHOM EVERYTHING COULD BE SHARED AND SHE'LL NEVER SAY A WORD TO ANYONE.

i feel so insecure sometimes that yk maybe people don't trust me anymore with their "secrets" or they don't believe that i could give any advice BUT I WAS THIS PERSON ONCE WHOSE ADVICE ABOUT LITERALLY ANYTHING WAS VALUED.

sometimes I feel like its good that they don't come to me anymore, because what if one day by mistake something slips from my mouth, what if I'm not the same anymore and what if I cannot keep words inside me anymore.

I hate the fact that i cannot be like this friend of mine, not anymore.

i didn't go to school today, so I texted a girl to tell me what happened today, after sometime she called and we were just having a talk when she was like "can I tell you smthing?" i was like yeah sure go on, and then she hesitated and said "no leave it tu nhi samjhegi...." i was like arrey first try no then idk she was just saying no no multiple times when it slipped from her mouth that "____ ko bolne ka boht man ho rha hai" and then I asked about it a little and said that yeah as everyone wants to tell her things. she said "yeah people really trust her yk" ok bro ok.

no I'm not complaining, yeah she's really a trustable friend, she's so so nice I have to agree with that but idk the moment I agree with that there's always this feeling which i cannot ignore at all. it's like even though I agree with it in words i really dont want to agree IDK WHY AND WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME AHAHHAH i feel like screaming sometimes.

now just because she got into a new relationship, people worship her like anything. as if she knows everything, as if she has every problem's solution. I feel like I KNOW WHERE THIS WILL GO, I KNOW HER, I'VE BEEN HER FOR MORE THAN 1.5 YEARS. idk what's wrong with me and how to describe this feeling but yeah it's irritating the hell out of me, eating me from inside and I'm not being able to focus at anything properly it's soo annoying i hate this. anyways.

[mahi-wayy]

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐍 | ᴅᴀʏᴀ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : Daya x Fem!Oc

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ : Temper

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ : 2.1k

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs : Daya being daya, chaos with a capital c, gunfire, possessive behavior, cursing, I feel a little bad for murthi ji.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 he meets her and people are concerned, for themselves and the world.

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

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Naam daya hai jo usmein bikul nhi hai.

Accurate representation of him, he admits. People usually used it as a taunt which didn't really bother him because having mercy or empathy wasn't his point anyways.

But Daya was not a sadist, contrary to popular beliefs, he just didn't like to bother himself with things like fighting for righteousness. Especially in this day and age.

He was not enjoying tormenting people, he just had really really good survival skills okay. 

Another misconception was that he liked to play girls which he absolutely did not do, he just hadn't found the one he wanted to commit to. 

Well until that night. That night he found her.

It was ten in the night, he was on night duty and a little drunk when the police phone rang.

“Murthi!!! phone!!” 

He yelled knowing the male would answer the phone of his desk in a second. He hears bits and pieces of the conversation groaning at the last part of them heading over urgently.

Way to have a quiet night.

“Sir..”

He knew he would have to go but he doesn't bother lifting the file he has used to shield his face from the direct light over his head, his feet resting on the desk.

“What is it??”

“A girl called, her sister is being married against her will to some gangster. We should go sir."

He groans, keeping his position for more than ten minutes before sighing and lifting the file off his face, his hand going to grab the beer bottle, sipping it as he stands up.

It was a fifteen minute drive before they reached the house, decorated from top to bottom but definitely a little less for a wedding.

He steps out of the car, twirling the now empty beer bottle in hand, the jeep was parked beside the house, away from the entrance. The groom's procession isn't here yet so he hasn't gone out too why? Well he has a very simple plan.

Once the groom comes he will go demand a sum of money to get this marriage done, then he will go the girl's dad and propose to hide the plans of his daughter running away for some more money and at last he will call girl and ask her to come down and get her out of here for exchange of her jewellery.  

Wonderful plan no? He was patting himself on the back when he heard a loud thump from the roof of the jeep and turned just in time to catch a fully grown woman slipping off the roof of the vehicle.

Daya doesn't have much time to contemplate what and how, his feet move faster than his mind, rooting themselves in the ground, bracing for impact as he catches the woman.

He was about to say something very Daya but one look on her makes him speechless. The woman that fell in his arms was beautiful, long brown hair braided and decorated with jasmine garland, honey brown orbs staring back at him, dressed in a heavy sari and bare feet.

“Thanks!!”

He snaps when she pushes her way to stand up, picking up a bag she dropped.

“You're the bride?” 

He looks at Murthi when the man speaks before he could and just gives him a tight smile.

“Bri- Oh yeah that would be me.”

“Your sister called us to help, we will sort this out. We will make sure you don't have to marry that gangster.”

“...Yeah well my friends are waiting for me. Can you drop me there first?” 

The way she says that makes Daya suspicious but intrigues him at the same time. Before the old man could bring the morals he agrees to take her to her friends.

His suspicions start to come true when the woman asks them to stop in front of a club. She steps out, telling them she will make her friends inside and leave with them.

He watches as she easily slips into the club, like a regular there. Ten minutes turn into fifteen turns into half an hour and half an hour turns into a full hour.

“Did you know what the bride was named?” Daya asks, his suspicions now turning into full blown beliefs.

“Savitri.”

Daya turns to Murthi, eyes sparkling in amusement as he chuckles at the man's worried face and voice.

“What do you think is going on with her right now?”

“She is a girl in a club, anything could happen sir.”

“Should we go and check then? For her safety.”

“Really sir?”

“Yeah yeah come let's head in.”

It's really entertaining to watch Murthi give into him like this, they pass through the security easily, thanks to their IDs.

Inside while Murthi looks around towards the darker area his eyes search the dance floor and when he spots her his eyes widen, an amused chuckle leaving him as he taps the older constable on the shoulder.

“Hmm look, your Savitri is there.” Daya says, his finger pointing towards the bar and sure there she was.

Standing on top of the bar, dressed in a black mini bodycon dress, her hair flying like a wildfire, puff net sleeves covering her arms while her legs were bare, Her feet moving in a smooth rhythm even in a three inch heel as she danced to the music.

“Sirf naam Savitri hai, harktein Sheela wailin hain.”

The statement feels familiar as it rolls off his tongue but Daya brushes it off, choosing to turn towards Murthi. He snickers at the constable's expression before making his way over to the bar, slapping a boy out of the way who was reaching for her legs. For a minute he just observers her.

“Savi, here!!” 

A voice calls out from the crowd, the girl turns to catch a bottle of alcohol in time, definitely not her first of the night and chugs it down making Daya laugh out loud. He watches her dance for a little more before reaching out and folding an arm behind her knees knocking her off balance and he catches her, on his shoulder.

The female gives weak protests as he carries her out of the club, dumping her on the bonnet of the jeep, while the constable sits in the driver seat with a clearly upset look.

“Isn't it too soon to be celebrating a broken marriage?”

“What marriage? I wasn't getting married. I was under house arrest from my father. He's a businessman who had a party today.” Her words, even though slurred from the effect of alcohol, were clear to him and it just made his eyes widen.

“And used the police for it?”

He was amused, maybe a little irritated too but more amused.

“He cutt of my damn call services, there are only handful numbers I could dial. Ambulance wouldn't have gotten me out that left police, so I did.” 

“And what off the trouble you caused us?” 

“Well going by what I heard I don't really have money or many valuables on me but…” She slurred pulling off the golden bracelet and keeping it in his hands.

He was looking at the bracelet when a hand grabs his jaw and turns his face and before he could say anything two lips were pressing against his cheeks in a firm kiss.

She pulls away with a audible sound and a droopy smile and he is starts questioning everything he has ever seen in all the girls he has ever came across. 

She jumps down the hood and stumbles a few steps before he has to rush to catch her, passing out because of alcohol it seems. He laughs softly before tucking a hand under her knees and lifting her up bridal style and laying her down in the backseat.

From that night till today, that's a month later, him and her have practically moved in together. Savitri- sorry Savi went under another house arrest after that night and called him up again, his time going ahead and telling him to come get her.

He drove to her house but this time two bags fell down first before the woman jumped down on his jeep, the girl decided to leave her house but not without a good sum of cash and her favorite dresses.

Since she was adopted, she left behind a note for the actual daughter of that couple and her younger sister to just take her place and ask her parents to forget her.

For first weeks her whereabouts were a mystery before she walked into the police station, ten in the morning. Dressed in a red short cocktail dress, her hair were a mess she ran a hand through, while the other held her heels, her brows frowned in pain as she walks towards him.

“Why is there so much light?” She had groaned before sluming down in his chair, while he sat on his desk, her feet coming to rest on his thigh.

Turns out she got kicked out of the hotel she chose to stay in due to coming back late night, drunk and causing disturbance.

He had shook his head, sending someone to get her stuff from the club she was crashed in last night and just pressed his relatively cool hands to her eyes, she really was hungover.

Daya then has offered her to stay with him as roommates of course she has said yes. Living together was good, she stayed in for the day, they partied or simply drank together at night and sometimes gave him a idea or two get the extra money out of people.

They were like a match made in hell, for people that is. 

For them, Daya has felt the sparks between them since the moment she has kissed him that day and he knows is by the way she looked his way but she was ignoring it on purpose.

She was the one who kissed him first, she will be the one to propose to and he knew how to get her to say what he wants.

It was a simple plan, find a girl, talk to her and get Savi jealous. Yeah it went just a little bit downhill.

Over his corse of duty he has ended up befriending the blur cross owner, Saanvi. He decided to take her out, of course he told her it wasn't a date, just to hangout while he invited Savi to join him at the beach too.

When the female arrived all dressed in a blur dress and ready for Daya to ask her out, the only thing that had stopped her was the said man sitting with a girl. Too close for her comfort.

“Murthi ji!!!” She has yelled, practically summoning the constable from the driver side of the jeep, she stood by, to infront of her.

“Who is that bitch!?”

The male turned his head to look at Daya and Saanvi and answered her immediately.

“Oh!! She is Saanvi, the blue cross owner. She is really kind, sweet and a good girl-”

“Did I ask you to read the fucking thesis on her nature!? Did I!? Why the hell is she so close to Daya!?”

“The girl seems to like sir and maybe Daya sir would reciprocate her feelings too.”

When that didn't get a reply and just the way she opened the door of the jeep he thought she would storm out of the place, not her grabbing the back up gun and aiming for Saanvi's head, while the pet lover had her back to her.

Daya who has seen the jeep arrive from his peripheral, turned his head just to see Savi's face but he almost paled noticing the gun in her hand and a panicking Murthi beside her trying to calm her down. 

Woman lowers the gun and he sighs but the relief washes away as she strides towards them, gun still in hand which she does fire, right in his and Saanvi's feet.

She fired four shots before he yelled for Murthi to get Saanvi and held back Savi who yelled some very colorful sentences at the woman.

“Stay away from what's mine you bitch!!” 

“Savi-”

He was cutt off when the said female turned and pressed the gun to his chest, the barrel still a little hot from firing those bullets.

“The only feelings you will reciprocate are mine Daya, got it?”

He sighs before smirking and walking closer to her.

“So you do have feeling for me?”

“I do, I like you a whole lot SI Daya and I'm the not the normal kind. The next time I see you with that wretched bitch or any other girl I will shoot her first and then…” 

The gun clicking is all he needs to hear to know the other half of the sentence was, he nods before circling a hand around her nape and pulled her in for a feverish kiss.

Vizag was pretty fucked to be honest.

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tags : @vijayasena @voidsteffy @jkdaddy01 @mayakimayahai @mellaga-karagani @warnermeadowsgirl @rambheem-is-real @allari-ammayi

[yehuserdumbhai]

Also my frnds be like he is toxic,he doesn't deserve you and all and i totally agree hell unse zyda mujhe pta h itna toxic h but how do I explain them ki he is the only one guy I felt a genuine connection with.Ik jitne efforts uske liye kiye h agr kisi aur ladke k liye krti to the story would hv been something else but psnd toh vo h bhai kisi aur k liye kyu kruin😭.Mana shakal utne acche nhi h but is it all?Bhai personality bhi dekh lo yar?Nd don't like it was totally one sided or was it just a chase game for him?I say this shit every second day ki nhi ab merkeo farq nhi padta imma move on but who am kidding?padta h bhai farq.Ab bc Roz shakal dekhgi to kaise move on krluin bhai?Not that I wanna get rid of him or something but bhai 2 saal ho gye h it's v exhausting ab,mera dimaag kharab ho jata h ye sb sochke.Mere nhi sochna bhai ab aur but lodu dimaag bc 😭👍

[bandarrrrr]

since you are open to rants today, here we go. move on toh ho hi nahi rha hai bc. ek toh wo insaan itna complicated tha na, mental health ki aisi taisi krgya. aur mai usse hi zyda complicated kyunki mujhe usse pyaar tha aur hai. ONCE HE SHOUTED AT ME IN A CAFE FILLED WITH SO MANY PEOPLE.(just because wo gussa tha kisi not so badi baat ko lekr) that was the first time i realized something was wrong.kabhi apni galati na manna, hmesha sab kuch mujhpr blame krna and most imp of all- never starting an argument even when its necessary (mtlb we both know something is off but he just wont open his mouth and talk) finally himmat krke breakup kiya toh maine hi pehle kuch mahine mei no-contact break kiya. 2 saal ka relationship tha toh it was hard but mai toh hadd bewakoof thi bhyi. uss bande ne mujhe kabhi mudkr msg tk nahi Kiya. bkl toh hai pr bc pyaar aaj bhi utna hi hai. wo qatl krne ko khe kisi ka mai yeh nahi puchungi kyu bss krdungi🙂

2 saal ka relationship ended is something that happened with me as well, mera toxic nhi tha relationship itna, I had severe anger issues aswell but idk how vo gussa kabhi uspe nhi utar ta tha, uski aawaz sun kar supress hi ho jaata tha and complicated insaano ki deal karna is pretty hard, gotta agree, I myself am a complicated person mujhe khud pata nhi hota kya chal rha hai mere sath and not communicating and conveying when things are not right is just wrong, if you want to sustain a relationship you need to communicate but sometimes communicating also don't work because your words are just interpreted wrong and it ends everything (personal experience hai) so yk after it person just thinks that should they communicate or not.

And about move on wala, mere se bhi nhi ho rha aur na hoga par ab na vo time aisa aagya hai ki vo chaiye bhi nhi (not like vo hogi meri, she has already moved on) so it's just yk a period of denial you can say, but ig ho jaaye dheere dheere shayad

[soujjwalsays]

Do you have a best friend irl? you seem cool so I’m guessing you have one bc I don’t have one lolz anyways if you’re ok with sharing, tell me something about them too

thankz :)

Pehle toh I'm really sorry been a little busy and some questions do require appropriate time and understanding to answer so....

Yes I do have a best friend irl, we met in college and i always quote that our friendship was the most impossible thing to actually happened because it turned out that she was a really good friend of an ex girlfriend of mine and i always use to think that she's the reason behind half of our fights (me & my ex's) because we had never talked or met before and my ex use to tell me that she suggested her this, she said that and what not... I agree that it was my stupidity or childishness that i blamed her for half of that relationship's problems but i had actually never seen her before... But yeah eventually we met and we were introduced by my ex only... So we talked and i hated her the first time i met her but eventually we talked, shared a stories or two and then it turned out that story of that relationship was completely different (that's a story for some other day) but yeah that relationship ended and it was a very difficult time for me because I really needed that person in my life and i was practically alone because college main uss time i had a very selected people to talk and itni personal baat toh kisi se kari thi nhi... And then came she(my best friend) .. She was a friend of that ex of mine but she was kind and honest enough to understand who's fault it was and actually who really suffered (not saying because I'm playing a victim card but you know... Samjh jao plss) but yeah she was there and she really helped me a lot to get back on track from pushing me to work more to literally teaching me a lesson or two.. She has been there.. Currently I'm in the last few years of my college and i can say one thing for sure if I wouldn't have met her.. College wouldn't have been the same, she's still my best friend and we talk everyday... We don't need a topic of discussion, we don't need a story.. We just share and talk our fears, feelings, sorrows and everything.

I have been a person who actually never had a best friend but i can say I'm quite indebted to her for making my life a little more bearable...

Also she's the one who introduced me to Tumblr (just throwing this trivia here...)

(This is us.. Me doing something stupid & she just regretting the decision & time when she made me her friend)

I hope I gave a satisfactory answer and thank you for such a lovely question!

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[icebearfromnorthpole]

i dont rb political posts bc i just dont feel it is my place to, but i totally agree with what you wrote about kerela story. it's just a film, it portrays something that many women might be going through. and baat ye hai, ki agar ek banda/bandi kisi community se kharab hai, iska matlab ye nahi hai ki wo poori community hi kharab hai. iska matlab ye hai ki har community me koi kharab aur koi achha hoga hi. isliye harr baat ko apne upar attack nahi maaan na chahiye. kai cheeze bass ek samaj ke aaine jaisi hain, and un faults ko theek karne ki koshish karni chahiye, rather than feeling attacked all the time.

plus ye sabb to chalta hi rehta hai. ppl boycott good films just bc they personally have a problem with them, to at least khud dekhke apne aap ko educate karna chahiye

Absolutely! Y are they even feeling attacked!? Are they themselves doing it!? Agar nhi to let the WRONG be talked about and punished!! Mtlb hadd haii!! Jaise kabhi kisi or religion k logo.n k against to hmare desh m baat hi nhi hui!? Nirbhaya k case m gunhegaar hindu they, isliye unke khilaf protests nhi hue they kya!?? Mtlb kuchh bhii!!🤡

Bhai the entire idk how many seasons ki ASHRAM series, use kyun nhi propaganda bol rhe hindu sadhu sant k against!? Hypocrisy ki seema bhaii💀

[renee-writer]

I Fought the Law Chapter 59 Modern Clothes and Modern Medicine

AO3

He stares at Elizabeth. In a modern dress, her legs exposed, she is a vision. With a blush, she tries to jerk it farther down.  “Dinna, you are sae beautiful, mon Ghradh.” He whispers. 

“You don’t think me to underdressed?” She inquires. He himself is a sight in modern breeks and shirt.

“Nae, you are intriguing with just enough skin showing.” He touches her bare arm. “Sae soft and white.” 

“Alexander and Elizabeth, Ned is here.” Geillis knocks on the door. He takes her hand and they walk out to join the others. 

The barrister’s eyes grow large at the sight of the couple. He looks from one couple to the other. “Amazing. Simply amazing. Now you truly look like twins.” 

“We are hoping that others will buy it as well.” Jamie says. 

“No doubt.” He shakes his head, “Okay you need new ID’S  and NHI cards for the original Fraser’s?” 

“Just so.” 

He nods. “Can do. We cannot have two James Fraser’s .” 

“Alexander, it is one of my middle names.” 

“That works. Just to satisfy my curiosity, why are you two staying?” 

“We wish a child. Jamie and Claire believe this time can help with that.” 

“Indeed, indeed. How brilliant it would be if your mutual relative is started here.” He addresses Jamie.

“A true miracle.” He agrees. 

“Alright,” he takes a seat and pulls out a legal notebook, “Lets start with some information.” An hour later, he has all he needs. “Give me until tomorrow. I will have all I need for you guys to go to the doctor.” Back to Jamie, “Do they know what is involved?” 

“Not yet.” He looks to Claire, “Maybe we should address them separately.” 

“No! I have never spilled my seed outside of my marriage bed. It is a sin!” 

“It is to help make a child. How can that be a sin?” 

“They have to look down there?” Elizabeth is saying. 

“Aye.” 

“Yes,” Claire adds. “it is necessary to see if there is a physical reason for your infertility.” 

“If it must be.” 

“I will be there, if you wish.” 

She smiles at her. “Yes please.” 

“For Elizabeth, our family.” Alexander agrees.

[memo15g]

Clinic Day 4 (7/14) | Thu Nguyen (BOD)

Our fourth and full day of MEMO’s free health and dental clinic in Soc Trang. Waking up today, we are projected to reach our goal of 4,000 patients. I’m so excited to see how the day unfolds. 

First and one of the most important tasks of the day… team spirit! After leading a group cheer that’s goes a little something like “MEMO on 3, MEMO on 3. ONE! TWO! THREE! MEMO!” everyone then followed their supervisors to their respective assigned stations. My last day in the pharmacy. Under supervision of Dr. Thuy Linh, Dr. Hanh, and Dr. Mila, I knew our team was in good hands, especially based on the feedback received from our MEMObers. After everyone got situated and adjusting to the list of medications (old and new ones that we just ordered) and out of stock medications, everyone seemed to get the hang out things. 

During the chaos of the pharmacy, Dr. Thuy Linh was going to do a consultation on an inhaler, in Vietnamese! Fueled by excitement, I asked if I could tag along and listen in on the consultation. Dr. Thuy Linh happily agreed, and we pulled two chairs outside of the pharmacy, away from the ruckus. It was this exact moment where I watched the genuine pharmacist carefully instruct the patient on the usage of the inhaler. I was also in awe as Wendy was scribing down the information, so the elderly patient would be able to reference in case they forgot all of the details. Dr. Thuy Linh, delivered the message with such care and thoughtfulness, making sure her words stick with the patient and making motions with her hands to visually present the information. Moments like this is where I see how genuine MEMO providers, and healthcare professionals overall, aid the community in health accessibility  and health education. 

Moments after resuming filling prescriptions, I received a call from Dr. Timothy Bui. He asked if I wanted to accompany him, BS Quốc (doctor from UMC / Bệnh viện đại học y dược TP.HCM), BS Định (Bệnh viện chuyên khoa sản nhi tỉnh Sóc Trăng / Pediatric Hospital of Soc Trang), and Kevin from CardiacLife Foundation, to screen 3 potential cases of congenital heart diseases at the pediatric hospital and to scout a location for a cardiac screening unit. Torn between the pharmacy and potential cases that connect to our heart program, I finally made the decision to go to the hospital and accompany the team. At the hospital, BS Quốc and his portable ultrasound machine, screened three cases and made a first diagnosis on the spot. I was in awe that this handheld machine could help determine if someone needed heart surgery and how BS Quốc was so skilled in utilizing the device while soothing the baby. 

After going to all three rooms, there was one case that needed heart surgery and sponsorship immediately, so BS Quốc advised to transfer the patient to UMC to get the procedure as soon as possible. The other two cases did not require heart surgery at the moment. This was a full circle moment for MEMO’s mission. We now screen patients in Soc Trang that are candidates to receive surgery for CHD and we fundraise for their procedures and follow up with them. 

Finally, we came back to clinic site, where Dr. Bui and I ran to our respective stations (dental and pharmacy). Dental team was ending their clean up while the pharmacy was still filling out the last of the prescriptions before lunch. After filling the last of the prescriptions, we actually walked to lunch around 12pm, which is the earliest the pharmacy team ever got to eat lunch. After some delicious food, we gathered around the stage to hand out some final certificates and thank everyone who made this clinic possible. Everyone then went back to their station until the last of the patients slowly calmed down around 2:30PM. It was a bittersweet moment when the last prescription was filled… and we finally closed down the pharmacy. The local Vietnamese pharmacists took final inventory for returns and calculations for medication pricing. Thank you to our pharmacy team for four days of hard work! 

As MEMO cleaned up their respective stations, we took a final group photo with everyone. Dr. Bui, Nina and I stayed behind to wrap up cleaning before heading off to the bus. During the bus ride, I can feel everyone’s energy of tiredness, yet accomplished sentiments.

[celestialthinking]

I did what I thought was expected of me | unknown 2023

I wanted to design - uncle told me to study something useful….like engineering

So STEM …. Sciences? I only truly enjoyed chemistry and I’m pretty it’s bc of the MATH portion. Technology? I don’t even know what is in that field? I guess computer science. And coding? Idk honestly that’s how disinterested in tech I am. Engineering? Well we saw how that played out. Math? I liked solving algebra equations but that’s literally it. I did notice that once I am familiar with a method to do something, like an alegra equation, I enjoy it a lot more. I guess you could say I like solving problems … or putting out metaphorical fires, if you will.*

Nursing/anything medical = influenced by TV

Performance arts = ???

I chose to sing in 5th grade and kept up with it for 7 years (my longest running hobby to date). I love the idea of dance more than singing honestly. I never really got to deep dive into it. However singing now carries so much more emotional trauma that I have to heal from before I can confidently sing again. Maybe if moved up choirs I definitely would have had more of a will to think about studying music. Trauma stopped me from studying music. and I wasn’t interested in studying dance or having a career as a dancer - more like a skill I wanna develop. also I can’t act for shit.

Photography = just want to learn as a hobby

Graphic Design/Art/Interior Design/psychology = the cost outweighs the benefit

to some extent, I agree. My field of future career opportunities would be very limited. Smaller than it is right now. Besides, everything EXCEPT psychology is speciality that I can obtain without the need to actually return to school. (That’s why I want the AFA/BS in psychology)*

History = I honestly could’ve cared less about history in the past ESPECIALLY in high school but the subject always interested me (Social Studies) a little bit. Also I think I was burnt out bc of APUSH and Euro History.

Anthropology - didn’t know that was a thing until 2016 so didn’t care

it’s interesting but could learn what I want without the need of school

Political Science = Influenced by NHI.

yeah I was going with that until I saw the curriculum and saw what a Poli Sci degree was for and yeah no. Was not interested in working as civil servant somehow and fuuuuuxk being a politician nowadays - I don’t want that many people to depend on me. I don’t want to be responsible for that many people. I think I only liked the debate and learning about our issues and that actually falls in Latin/African American/Gender Studies. Again not something worth going to school for but would be very interested in learning. when I chose this at first I think what I was thinking of was my director? I don’t remember from NHI but he was working on a big campaign (was it Sanders? I honestly don’t remember) and I thought that was cool as hell. I think I wanted to be part of a campaign….part of putting one together and that leads into event planning

Event Planning = ??

For one, you can’t really get a degree in this? It’s just pure experience. Now I’ll be honest I LOVE event planning. But when i thought of event planning, i thought of weddings and quinces and I never cared about those events. I loved planning volunteer events, dinners, banquets, travel etc… I also like putting out fires, if you will.

Advertising = I’m not interested in thinking of ads. *but I’m more interested in learning about how it works globally.* *I noticed when I went to CDMX I got a kick out of seeing how international companies operate. I loved looking at the different brands that I’ve never seen before. I don’t know what that falls under (maybe branding or research idk) and that’s something I look forward to when I travel. Maybe I’ll find out what this is considered someday or maybe I’ll ask AI! Please hold….*

[godesthetic]

You know there is never a right time for anything. I have realised this long back ago, but with time to time I forget about this. It’s been 4 weeks today. At this time that Sunday I was just sitting besides his body and holding his hand, just so that just for once he tries to hold my hand again just because he doesn’t want to live. When I had got the news about papa had cancer, I got so scared and I ran away from the hospital and it was the winter evening it was dark and I cried so much in that darkness and felt like the world of mine got shattered. I came back again and hold his hand for the time and I had hold his hands before but not in this way, this was more like I won’t let anything happen to you and I am here with you and for you all the time. This is what it was, then later after surgery in the OT he was unconscious but he was constantly calling me bhaiya and bhabhi and we were just there with me and he used to calm down. Then I was sitting with him and he just hold my hand by his own and hold it so tight, and was not letting me leave his hand it was lock. He didn’t wanted me to leave him and he also didn’t wanted to leave us, but time does not like that yk that. Just when a person realise that they have to live and will do anything to live for some more time with their people, the energy takes their life away. So at that time I took a picture of our hands holding together, and I wanted to get that tattooed when these chemo and everything would have got over, and in my head there was this thought that, at least when he’ll see that tattoo he’ll feel happy about it and would see how far we came from there, and also because he knows what tattoos mean for me and he used to tell me not to get any more tattoos after the back tattoo. Because that tattoo was about me and Maa and he knew that and he agreed just when I told him about it and later I got papa and Bhaiya’s name also done on that and they were quite happy about that. But yea there is no right time. Papa wo tattoo dekh Nhi payenge, just because I was waiting for the right time.

[pashterlengkap]

South Korean gay couple wins legal recognition in historic ruling

In a landmark moment for LGBTQ+ couples in South Korea, a high court in the nation has ruled that spousal coverage under the National Health Insurance Service (NHIS) should be applied equally to both LGBTQ+ and non-LGBTQ+ couples. It’s the first time the legal status of same-sex partners has ever been recognized in South Korea. Related Stories Spain passes landmark gender recognition law The new legislation also makes Spain the first country in Europe to offer paid menstrual leave. The decision came about due to a lawsuit filed by couple So Sung-uk and Kim Yong-min, who argued that they should be entitled to the same spousal insurance benefits the country grants to heterosexual couples even though same-sex marriage is not yet legal in South Korea. While So and Kim could not legally marry, they had a wedding in 2019 after having lived together six years, according to the Korea Herald. In 2020, they registered with the NHIS, Kim as the policyholder and So as the dependent. Later that year, NHIS revoked So’s insurance status and ordered him to provide back payments after deciding his marriage was not valid. A lower court initially ruled against the couple, but the Seoul high court overturned the ruling on Tuesday and ordered the insurance service to cover the costs of both sides of the case. “The plaintiff and his partner are both male, but they agreed to recognize each other as loving partners who take care of each other,” the ruling reportedly stated. “One financially relies on the other. They declared their partnership before their families and friends. This makes their relationship no different in essence from that of a married couple.” The ruling did emphasize, however, that it should not be interpreted as recognizing same-sex marriage as legal. But the couple was still overjoyed. “I feel delighted because I felt like the judges told us through this court decision that my feelings of love for my husband shall not be a target of curse, ignorance or insult,” said So. “I can say with confidence that love wins, and discrimination or hate do not.” The couple’s attorney, Park Han-hee, who is transgender, also noted the importance of this moment. “This court ruling is not just about individuals fighting over insurance payments,” she said. “Instead, I hope the ruling can set a precedent that discourages the state from hindering same-sex couples’ rights.” http://dlvr.it/Sk2VSn

[dumdaradumdaradum]

Raghuvan series :: chapter 2

Chapter 1 by @rishi-sita

The first thing Ram heard in the morning was Babai singing praises of his soon to be daughter-in-law. It was going to be an exhausting day, he could tell. 

It hadn't been a week since he came after a decade of being away and he was already being thrust into this- this madness. 

Aree yaar, nhi krni mujhe shaadi! 

He sucked in a deep breath and tried to silence his inner voice. He didn't expect a peaceful morning to turn into another struggle. Why  couldnt he get one silent and quiet moment to himself? 

Babai dragged him to breakfast. Ram's eyes twinkled with laughter. They were really going overboard. 

On the table there were all sorts of dishes, all his favorites. "Kya baat h mujhe chappan bhog lagane ka mann h aapka babai?" 

Ram ate up, his favorites and the reminder that his only family loved him. 

His eyes wandered around the majestic hall, taking in the smallest, most intricate designs. For a second he heard his mother's bangles in the distance. He heard all the ladies who used to work for them, their collective jokes, small smiles, everything. 

Being away for so long, he almost forgot how it felt to be in his home. Sunlight reflecting off the surface lit up his dying light. There was an old mango tree in the courtyard, as if sensing the renewed warmth, its branches brustled. 

All the steel containers sitting patiently near the handpump. He recalled how he used to play and attempt to flood the area. 

"Is ghar ne tumhe bht yaad kiya Ram." 

His eyes shifted from  the house to his uncle. He looked so different. 

The greys were more prominent and so were the bones. Did he not eat properly? Why did he look so weak? 

His heart rued ever leaving this place. 

He looked around again. Once again he drank in the view and recalled all the dusty memories. 

Breathing in the bliss, his chest expanded into exhilaration.

It finally sunk in. He was home. He was home. 

Ram was overjoyed. After searching for his place in this world for years, he was finally where he belonged. 

"Beta, I've called Adikavya over today." Before he could object, Babai added, "I'm not asking you to marry her today itself. Meet her, don't write her off just yet. Who knows she might strike something in your heart? Ha?" 

The new found joy made Ram agree. He had found where he belonged but he wasn't ready to be tied off with responsibilities so soon. 

"Babai, you know-" 

"All I'm asking is for you to talk to her, she's a nice girl." 

He supposed there was no harm in talking to her. "Alright." 

Since last night, he had been thinking about the ghats of ma Ganga which is why he called Adikavya there. 

Behind the shade of an ancient looking peepal, he sat, not caring if his clothes would get dirty. 

His ears were solely focused on the melody from a distance. It was as if the wind carried the notes over the attractive scent. 

"I could have never pegged you for someone who'd find hidden pockets and rest there." 

A striking feminine voice fell on his ears. He didn't feel like opening his eyes, the sun was too bright. 

"Did you try to understand me before today?" He almost snickered. Things society made women do. 

"Can I sit here?" 

He shifted slightly to say yes. Still not finding the will to open his eyes, he continued his previous query, "did you?" 

"Whispers from the ladies around me did give me an image of you." 

The sound of her bangles was muted. He only heard the fabric brushing against her skin. Her voice was soothing like the water gurgling beside them.

"Don't believe them. I'm not the kid they knew." 

He felt a slight annoyance. The need to hold onto the memories was all he understood. He couldn't fathom why people won't let that image go and let him be free to grow and change. 

"I can see." 

A small huff made its way to his ears. She was laughing. 

Overcome by curiosity he finally saw her. She was a pretty girl. He wasn't sure if he preferred those locks tamed or if he wanted to see them flow like a river. 

His gaze fell on her wrists, single gold bangles adorned them. 

"Was it you who said yes to the proposal?"

"Well yes. My words. Just the words. The decision? Theirs. The desire? Theirs. The doom? Mine alone."

Ram was struck. The rose in her hair spoke of a life he couldn't find in her eyes.

"I've been away for so long. I need time to settle, you- you unders-" cutting off his words, he stared at her.

Perplexed he gaped as her body shook with humor. The curls fell forward as she hunched and hid her face as if saving her from nazar.

Finally she seemed to calm down, "sorry just-" She tried to suppress the snorts and breathed deeply. "It's just the duality. Usually girls get short end of the stick but it seems to be happening to you."

He sighed, seeing why this would be funny to her. "Mhm."

"You are a slap in the face of dualistic society but not in a good way."

Ram found her sweet and- and bright. Bright, that is what she felt like. She seemed to possess brilliance of the sun.

Riding on the slow waves of Ganga's waters, their conversation  flowed. 

He questioned, inquired and sometimes tried to poke fun at her and she hit back with equal fire in her words. 

The only little task left was to convince Babai that he liked her, she was nice but not someone he would spend his life with. It wouldn't be a lie, he did find her charming and pretty.

He agreed to meet her but he wasn't going to give into the ridiculous haste his Babai had. He wasn't ready to.

Ram looked on as the azure saree disappeared from his view completely. She seemed to be a girl with a sense of the world. He prayed she would understand. He knew he didn't have to.

In their short getaway from the world he realized that she would accept his wishes, she might even thank him.

So, um it's short but i hope you like it. If anyone wants to be tagged let me or rishita know.

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[baesharmi-ki-height]

These guys don't even agree with their own opinion smh and just do the blame game."mAinE kUcH nHi kIYa iTs tHe 🌈🌈"

Saw a bideo where small children were meeting some youtuber.They asked for a selfie till there it was fine but one of the kids said " We love women except transgender ones.Fuck gays all gays should die"Internet is scary😰