#titliya

[bhoomikakalam]

जानिए घर से निकलते ही किन चीजों का दिखना होता है बेहद शुभ- Bhoomika kalam

कई संस्कृतियों और परंपराओं में, ऐसी मान्यता है कि घर से बाहर निकलते ही सबसे पहले जो चीजें हम देखते हैं, उनका हमारे दिन पर प्रभाव पड़ सकता है और यह अच्छी या बुरी किस्मत ला सकती है। जबकि विशिष्ट शुभ संकेत विभिन्न संस्कृतियों और व्यक्तिगत मान्यताओं में भिन्न हो सकते हैं, कुछ सामान्य तत्व हैं जिन्हें अक्सर हमारे दिन की शुरुआत करते समय देखना अनुकूल माना जाता है। माना जाता है कि ये संकेत सकारात्मक ऊर्जा लाते हैं और एक भाग्यशाली और सफल दिन की दिशा तय करते हैं। आइए वास्तु शास्त्र ��ें कुछ ऐसी शुभ चीजों के बारे में जानें जिन्हें आमतौर पर घर से निकलते ही देखना लाभकारी माना जाता है।

सूर्योदय वास्तु शास्त्र के अनुसार सूर्योदय की सुंदरता को देखना अक्सर एक अत्यधिक शुभ संकेत माना जाता है। यह नई शुरुआत, आशा और एक नई शुरुआत के वादे का प्रतीक है। सूर्योदय के जीवंत रंग और शांत वातावरण उत्साह बढ़ा सकते हैं और दिन को सकारात्मकता से भर सकते हैं।

पक्षी पक्षियों को चहचहाते और स्वतंत्र रूप से उड़ते हुए देखना कई संस्कृतियों में शुभ माना जाता है। पक्षियों को अक्सर स्वतंत्रता, आनंद और सौभाग्य से जोड़ा जाता है। उनकी उपस्थिति को आशीर्वाद के संकेत और प्रकृति की सुंदरता को अपनाने की याद के रूप में देखा जा सकता है।

खिलते हुए फूल खिलते हुए फूलों को देखना एक आनंददायक और शुभ दृश्य हो सकता है। फूलों को अक्सर सुंदरता, विकास और सकारात्मकता से जोड़ा जाता है। उनके जीवंत रंग और मीठी सुगंध मूड को अच्छा कर सकते हैं और खुशी और प्रचुरता की भावना ला सकते हैं।

साफ़ नीला आकाश साफ़ नीला आकाश अक्सर स्पष्टता, शांति और आशावाद का प्रतीक माना जाता है। यह आने वाले शांतिपूर्ण और सौहार्दपूर्ण दिन का प्रतीक है। स्पष्ट आकाश का विशाल विस्तार खुलेपन और असीमित संभावनाओं की भावना को प्रेरित कर सकता है।

इंद्रधनुष कई संस्कृतियों में इंद्रधनुष का दिखना एक अत्यधिक शुभ संकेत माना जाता है। इंद्रधनुष को सांसारिक और आध्यात्मिक क्षेत्रों के बीच एक पुल के रूप में देखा जाता है, जो सद्भाव, भाग्य और दिव्य आशीर्वाद का प्रतिनिधित्व करता है। इंद्रधनुष को देखना आश्चर्य की भावना पैदा कर सकता है और खुशी और सौभाग्य की भावना ला सकता है।

तितलियाँ तितलियाँ अक्सर परिवर्तन, सुंदरता और आध्यात्मिक विकास से जुड़ी होती हैं। उनकी उपस्थिति को एक सकारात्मक शगुन माना जाता है, जो विकास, नवीनीकरण और नए अवसरों के उद्भव का प्रतिनिधित्व करता है। तितली को देखना परिवर्तन को अपनाने और जीवन के परिवर्तनों की सुंदरता को अपनाने के लिए एक सौम्य अनुस्मारक हो सकता है।

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The 13th Annniversary Arshi Fiesta

Moodboard : historical AU

Whispers of the Heart | Chapter 02

I am not very good at writing ffs. I even read ffs very selectively. But it was an attempt of me to participate in the 13th-anniversary arshi fiesta. I might be wrong about certain aspects of that age and era, but it's a fantasy, so why not?

I don't own Arnav and Khushi and the story is purely fictional and has no relation to any living or dead. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Chapter 2

After 10 years

Arnav was threading the busy traffic of the Bazar with his ambassador mark 1 to reach the St.Stephen all-women college of Delhi to pick up certain someone who he hadn't talked to, for almost 2 years. Though it was the cheapest car of that generation, it was his most prized possession at that moment, brought by the profit he got from his first export shipments of the textile factory he bought 1 year ago. But his mind was on that girl who lived in his mind rent-free till that fateful day 2 years ago and hadn't left ever since. Even at that moment, he could still feel her, if he closed his eyes.

Shaking himself off to get rid of that feeling, he concentrated on the road. Arnav's focus cleared to zoom in on that girl of question, no no, a young woman, in a simple white saree with a blue border, a mandatory college ware. The way she drapped the saree over her was very modest, but modesty seemed to allude Arnav today. His heart gave a thud realizing he could vividly feel how that petite body felt pressed to his. 'control yourself, Arnav. you've done so much damage already', Arnav chastised himself, willing his heart to a normal rhythm. Her jet-black hair was pleated into a single braid and a simple black bindi in the middle of her eyebrows that brought out her hazel-coloured doe eyes even more highlighted by a thin line of kajal. That was what Arnav was so scared of. Her little bindi had the power over him that the whole Oxford female fraternity didn't. He might have not talked to her but he saw her secretly every time he came to Dehli and watched her spread her wings like a butterfly to be the beautiful woman she ended up being. Roma Chachi had given her an apt name 'titliya'. All those times watching her from a distance Arnav tried his best to control his heart and mind, but ended up failing every single time. There was a reason why he avoided her for 2 years.

Khushi was standing at the gate of the college with her classmate, Sarita Chauhan, waiting for Akash Vai to pick her up. Khushi was irritated, she insisted on taking the rickshaw back home but due to the overprotective nature of Bhai and Babuji, she couldn't do that. But she didn't expect to see Him that day and somehow she knew he had come to pick her up. The last two years did a kind of magic to him or was it London or the girls of London to be exact, she didn't know. The Arnav sitting in front of her in that car donning the black glasses and clad in a rolled-up white shirt and black suspenders was a far cry from the man she last saw. But he was still Arnav among all of these, Her Arnav. That's why it didn't surprise her when her heart went overboard 'dhak-dhak,dhak-dhak,dhak-dhak'. Her friend beside her produced a small sound of appreciation,

"oh Khushi, you've never introduced me to your brothers. now I understand why." giving her a little nudge with her shoulder.

Khushi scoffed at her comment " he is not my brother. "

It's been 10 years since she lost her parents. And in the middle of all of these when Mahindar Chachu became her Babuji and Manoroma Chachi became Amma, she couldn't exactly pinpoint. And as a result, she got two brothers who loved her fiercely as their own. Abba had arranged a home tutor for her when she was 10 years old, because she couldn't bear the stress of public schooling. As soon as she started to form complete sentences her tutor advised her to write letters to her brothers, studying in Darjeeling. She wrote letters to Akash bhai and Aman bhai and then she wrote another letter to Arnav addressing him as 'Dear Arnav'. Her tutor chastised her for not adding a 'bhai' or a 'ji' at the end of his name. But Arnav was never her 'bhai', was he? He never felt like a 'bhai'. He was so much more. But above all, he was Her 'Arnav'.Just 'Arnav.' she used to call her 'Arnav' since she was 8. Nobody corrected her till she was 16. Then she started to call him 'Arnavji'. Now she didn't know what to call him anymore.

Arnav parked the car in front of her. when she made no move to sit inside, he took off the glasses unleashing his dark brown eyes on her. he opened the car door from inside and addressed her -

" what are you waiting for Khushi Kumari Gupta? Pandit bulake mahurat nikal na parega kya?" giving her the crooked half-smile that she adored. His familiar husky voice sent a wave of wistfulness through her. A thousand memories spun in her head, tangling together. God, she missed him so much. "Akash bhai and Aman are busy in the printing press. Cachu asked me to drop you home."

Khushi stared at him for another moment then with a huff she entered the car, which was a bad decision she understood not long after. Being in a closed space with him was torture. His enchanting woody scent engulfed her and transported her to a particular day that was in the centre of conflict between them. Both of them stared at anything but at each other, but soon Khushi couldn't resist the temptation to steal a look at him, which was a far worse decision than the previous one. Her eyes found his hands on the steering wheel, clutching it and as soon as a flashback of those hands flooded her mind - those hands clutching her smaller ones when they used to take a walk, those hands closing the hook of a payal around her ankles, those hands teaching her smaller ones to hold the chalk to write on the black slate, those hands helping her to plant rose plants on the garden. Her mind shifted to her smaller hands giving prasad to his larger ones, his hands cracking open the peanut shell for her whenever they went to the mela, his hands pulling her braids.'Have those hands become larger till the last time she saw them?' Khushi mused silently. Then a switch flipped in her mind, more flashbacks, she started to feel his hands on her cheek, on her waist, on the back of her head. Khushi closed her eyes tightly and clutched the books in her hands and to drive away those visions from her mind, blurted out what came to her mind at that moment " Anjali di said, you could not come to Delhi for another 3 months"

Arnav, looking at Khushi from the corner of his eyes, said "I didn't plan to. But My best friend is marrying my little sister. I wouldn't miss that wedding for the world and Roma Chachi said no more auspicious 'mohurat' after this month until the end of this year. And it's not like I have not been travelling to and fro between Delhi and London in the last couple of years."

Khushi nodding and trying to swallow down the hurt, said solemnly "I know."

Arnav had been studying law at Oxford University for the last couple of years. He had passed his bar exam and had been doing an apprenticeship under a Barrister in London for the last year. She knew all of this from Aman bhai. On the other hand, Arnav sold the land that his grandfather gave him and bought a run-down textile factory in old Delhi. She knew he had been very busy and she also knew he had been to Dehli multiple times in the last 2 years. He didn't stay in Rajput haveli nowadays when he came to Delhi. He had rented a two-storied bungalow on the outskirts of the town. But what hurt her more was he went to Rajput haveli to meet Amma and Babuji every time he came to Delhi, only when she was in school. So, it was not so difficult to figure out, who he was avoiding. Why, why she have to ruin the most important friendship she had in her life??? If only she wouldn't have done what she did 2 years ago.

It didn't escape Arnav's eyes the pain that flashed through her face. He still could read her like an open book, could decode the emotions that transpired through her pretty eyes. He regretted hurting her so much, but it was for the greater good. Sometimes he thought he preferred to remember her as still eight years old because she'd adored him then. She would gladly follow him anywhere. In fact, whenever she saw him leave, heading toward the garden where he liked to walk and think, she would come running after him. Even though she frequently fell, her little legs no match for his long, strong ones, she never cried and never complained. She was strong even back then.

Little Khushi used to fill their conversation with a million inquisitive questions though, looking at him with trusting big eyes. Her questions made him laugh and stumbled over answers.

When she was eight, he was her Hero.

As soon as the car reached Rajput Haveli, she all but sprinted away from him. Arnav sighed grabbing the package from the backseat he also entered the house. As soon as he reached the living room, he was met with Madhumati ji scolding Khushi for running around carelessly, even at the age of eighteen and her praying to God to give her 'sanka devi' same 'satbuddhi'. Then there was Roma Chachi, who came rushing towards him to give him a hug. Roma Chachi never failed to make him feel loved. Arnav admired this woman for her enormous capacity to love those who weren't hers.

"London suits you, Arnav Bitwa, look at you, how handsome you've turned out to be!!!! "

Arnav's tall figure folded itself to return her hug, teasing her he proceeded "And you didn't change at all Roma chachi. Still as gorgeous as ever. I missed you so much."

Manoroma smiled at him fondly. A child she once wished was hers so that she could have protected him from the heartbreak he endured at such a tender age " I missed you too, Bitwa. Don't be a stranger now like you have been for past years, ab toh hum ristedaar bhi banne wale hain."

Arnav smilled at her " I'll try."

Manoroma continued, "I hope you are staying with us this time, aren't you?" seeing Arnav nodding his head, she continued "Good, now I am going to the temple, we'll talk after I come back. chaliye, madhumati ji."

Arnav watched them leave and then silently proceeded toward the first floor crossing the stairs. At the very least, he could try to save whatever was left of the friendship he once shared with Khushi.

Khushi sat cross-legged on her bed, looking at the payal that broke as soon as she entered her room hurriedly a few minutes ago. It had been her room since her parents had died. It had seen so many of her tears and held so many of her secrets. Bua ji nowadays, began to get on her nerves, reminding everyone of her spinster status, but Khushi was adamant not to get married before she enrolled for college, now that she finally did it, she didn't have any excuses left.

Looking at the payal, Khushi thought of how it's been almost 10 years since she was wearing that particular payal. One morning 10 years ago, in the garden, looking at her rag doll, she confessed to Arnav that she used to have a similar payal like her doll once, that the bad guys had stolen from her too. And she missed wearing the payals. It was one of the first things she had admitted to Arnav during their long walks.

He'd asked her why she didn't just ask Mahindar Chachu and Chachi for payals and Khushi had tearfully confessed her fear that if she wanted too much, her new guardians would give her away. And the sound of payals must disturbed them as well.

That very weekend, he'd bought her this payal and its pair. She'd loved it. It was the first time since her parents died that she'd bounced in places with joy like she was really eight and not eighty. She giggled with her delighted-little-girl pleasure.

Khushi stared at the payal with a sad smile on her face. The clasp had been given away. Just like their relationship now. She still remembered how the payals were too big for her small ankles, he had to make a loop at the end to adjust them to her size.

Arnav had adored her once.

But she'd messed that up good and proper a long time ago. But did she really mess it up beyond repair?

A knock on the door drew her thoughts out of the past. To her surprise, it was Arnav standing in the doorway, his expression as passive as ever. "Can I come in?"

She nodded, automatically scooting backwards to lean back against her headboard. He came to sit in front of her, and Khushi smirked, remembering playing Ludo with him at that same position, at that same spot when she was 10, 11, 12.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked, curious. A smile played at his lips that made her heart feel like a thunder about to strike.

"I was just remembering beating you in ludo," she said quietly. In her room, it was harder to be aloof as she tried to be with him. How long had she been trying to show him she was grown up, grown past the foolish girl she'd been when they...

His smile broadened but only slightly. Still, it was enough to make her blood feel warmer. "So you found a game you can actually beat me at, Phati sari. Don't get arrogant." He pointed a finger in her face.

Laughing lightly, she remembered the origin of her nickname at the kanya puja day, when she was 10, Amma had made her wear a red saree made for little girls. it was so beautiful. She ran to the garden to show it to Arnav where he was helping Babuji to sow the vegetable seeds and ended up tearing the pretty saree in that process. She cried the whole day so much that Babuji ended up buying two more similar sarees just like that. But she couldn't get away from the torment of Arnav's teasing. She gained that nickname a day later. she stared down at her lap, tracing the broken payal with the pad of her finger. He sounded like his old self just then addressing her with the name he gave her, the one who wasn't so uncomfortable and cold around her. 'O Devi maiya, what do she need to sacrifice to have that again.' she sighed and asked "So what did you want to talk about?"

"This is awkward," he said after a moment of silence. "It seems almost pompous for me to say I'm proud of you."

"Why do you think it's pompous?" she asked, curiously. "I mean, everyone else has said it... unless you don't mean it."

"Of course I mean it," he said, his tone sincere. "A graduate degree in English literature" He looked down, then back at her again"You always wanted to be a writer. I am sorry I wasn't there when you enrolled on college, I should have been there." he said with a decisive, displeased tone. "I know I haven't been as supportive as I could have been these last few years."

Khushi shook her head. Arnav had always been something of an enigma to her. Well, not always. There was a time when their relationship had been simple. At some point, something had changed. What that was, Khushi was still at a loss as to explain. She knew when the switchover had happened, though.

"Arnav," she said with a sigh. "If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have even tried to get into a college. You have always encouraged me to write and kept me interested in the world of literature with the books you used to send me."He even sent her books when he was avoiding her those last few years.

Looking up at him, she smiled. "you were the only one who never doubted my capabilities. You just seemed so certain I could do it - even if it would be hard."

"Most things worth doing are difficult," he said quietly. "It never occurred to me to doubt you. If that was what you wanted, I knew you were capable."

And because he knew, she believed, she thought but didn't say. "It was difficult. Still, I did it, and I think I made the right choice. You had everything to do with that."

Their silence then was not so awkward, but more comfortable. Then Arnav reminded the package in his hand and extended it to her. As soon as she saw the package, her face brightened with a brilliant smile and she all but tore the packaging of the book. 'A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens ' It's her favourite book, but it was special.

"you brought me the first edition" She looked in awe both at the book and at the man. When the awe subsided awkwardness seeped in. Arnav was about to leave.

"Arnav," she began hurriedly, blowing out a breath in a huff, she was ready to right wrongs in her life, and start fresh. "I know you've been... wary about seeing me since... since then. And I don't blame you. I know things have been strange for a long time. But I was a stupid girl then. A lot has changed - I've changed. I'm not going to... do that again. So if that's what you're worried about-"

"Khushi," he said quickly, reaching across the space that separated them, putting his index finger over her lips.

For the space of a few breaths, Khushi's heartbeat began to stutter. Time stood still, their breaths caught. She didn't know how long it had been since she was watching his hooded eyes, looking at his dilated pupil.

And then a moment later, a curtain seemed to fall over his expressive eyes, hiding all the secrets she so desperately wanted to reveal, his eyes holding hers. He let his hand drop slowly before he broke eye contact, staring out the window. For long moments, he was silent. "It's not you. It's never been you."

She waited, but he didn't seem inclined to explain further. "Is it so unthinkable ?" she asked finally. She cringed because she'd feared the answer to this question for years. He was her best friend, her confidant - the most important person in her life since almost before she could remember. That had never changed. And she didn't want to lose him. She would take him in whatever capabilities he would like to share with her.

"Is what so unthinkable?" he asked, dreading the answer himself.

"Can't we try to be friends again?" Her voice was quiet, and she struggled to make it not waiver. It felt strangely like her world would crumble if he put the final nail in the coffin of their relationship, as melodramatic as that sounded.

To her surprise, his eyes were wide, almost horrified. He shook his head, chuckling nervously. He thought she would ask about something else. "I never imagined you would interpret my attitude that way." He rubbed a hand over his chin, tracing the line of stubble - it had been some days since he'd shaved. She'd noticed that almost instantly when he walked in the door. She still remembered the way that little bit of stubble felt, brushing against her cheek.

"To answer your question, of course, we can be friends. I've never not been your friend," he said finally.

This cheered her considerably, and Khushi sat up straight, smiling. "Good."

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exams k pehle ki anxiety or khatm hone k baad ka jo ehsaas hai wo bda cute sa hai, titliya nach rahi hai mere andr

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Ham Rang Rangili Lyrics

Singer:Suman Kalyanpur, Asha BhosleAlbum:Paigham (1959) Hum rang rangili jobanvanKi titliya reHum rup nagar kiHansti gati putliya reHum rang rangili jobanvanKi titliya reHum rup nagar kiHansti gati putliya re Dhund rahi hai aaj kisiKo ye aankhe mastaniNazaro se nazare takradeNazaro se nazare takradeChamka de bijliyaHum rang rangili jobanvanKi titliya reHum rup nagar kiHansti gati putliya…

[aiman-laraib]

Allah aur main😍

Meri zindagi mei us maud pai khadi thi jahan mjhe Har cheez meu Allah ka mere pas hona mehsoos hota tha! Mai har ek cheez mei usko mehsoos krti thi apne sath ho rahi koi buri cheez kai waqt wo Allah hii tha mere sath tha... aur mere Sabar kai safar mei bhi sirf wo hii mere sath tha.. uska hone se har cheez aasan hoti chali gyi! Allah ki moujdugi ko mehsoos krne k liye taqleef ka aana bhi naimat lgta hai.. jo mai ab mehsoos kr rhi hu wo jaise mne pehle kabhi kiya hii nhi tha.. mujhe barish excite nhi karti thi.. mai badlo ko sirf dkhti thi lekin mehsoos nhi kiya tha..lekin aj mai uski di hui ek hawa kai jhokhe ko bhi mehsoos krti hu...barish ki ek boond bhi mjhe uski moujdoogi ka ehsas krate hai..yeh titliya,pahad aur parinde inhe dekhti hu toh yeh mehsoos hota h..wo mera Allah kitna khoobsoorat hoga jis nai itnu khoobsoorat duniya banai hai.. Mjhe Allah ki bnayi hui har cheez se mohabbat hai.. chach3 wo cheeti he kyon nhi.. mjhe parindo ko aasman mei dekhna sukoon deta hai..Sukoon ki talash khi kyu krun Allah ki bnayi hui har cheez ko mehsoos krun or mehsoos krun apne Allah ki moujdoogi ko!

Alhamdulillah❤️

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Can you suggest me some hindi/eng songs please😅

LMFAOOOO I’m not the best person to ask hindi recs but I’m gonna list some of my favourites-

Ghungroo (idk how tf to spell it) from War

Ambarsariya

Malang (title track)

Sun raha hai na (literally any song from ashiqui 2 tbh)

Dheere dheere (from bang bang)

titliya (from dangal)

kaun tujhe (Ms Dhoni)

I can’t remember anymore kjsdjhskj 

lkdjkjs I know so many nice old songs tho

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Gann Deva Lyrics - Street Dancer 3D

Gann Deva Lyrics :- Latest Bollywood Song Gann Deva from the movie Street Dancer 3D.Song sung by Divya Kumar, Sachin Jigar & lyrics written by Bhargav Purohit.Music given by Sachin Jigar & featuring Varun Dhawan, Shraddha Kapoor.This song published by T-Series.

Gann Deva Song Details:-

Song Name: Gann Deva Singer(s): Divya Kumar, Sachin Jigar Lyricist(s): Bhargav Purohit Music(s): Sachin Jigar Featuring Stars: Varun Dhawan, Shraddha Kapoor Album: Street Dancer 3D Music Label: T-Series

Gann Deva Lyrics

Gann Deva, Deva, Deva, Deva Sur Gunje Baaje Taal Re Gan Deva, Deva, Deva, Deva Naachu Main Hoke Nihaal Re Gan Deva Deva Deva Deva Ho, Tere Liye Har Baar Ve Tere Te Ek Bar Mere Deva Deva Deva Jag Titliya Rang Jabse Tera Daara Tera Deewaana Tu Kabhi Kisi Se Na Haara Tere Masti Mein Rahun Main Toh Kashti Ek Hoon Toofan Se Daru Na Path Se Firu Na Tu Jo Bana Meri Dhaal Re Gann Deva Deva Deva Deva Jag Titliyan Rang Jabse Tera Daara Tera Deewana Tu Kab Kisi Se Na Haara Tere Masti Mein Rahu Main To Kashti Ek Hu Toofan Se Daru Na Path Se Firu Na Tu Jo Bana Meri Dhaal Re Gan Deva Deva Deva Deva

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#Repost @sonaljain_30 • • • • • • Khushi, a Crazy girl from Lucknow Meets an arrogant businessman named Arnav. They kept on meeting coincidentally And job bonded them officially. Arnav believed that everything is money,fame&power But as per khushi rather than money love is superior. She used to call him "Lardgovernor" Because of his rude behaviour. Khushi also got Many names like sanka devi,titliya and Chamkili Because she is mad and fond of jalebi. She has a great attachment with her devi maiya and Family And chote has close to his heart only Anjali di. ASR doesn't laugh usually but Khushi made it usual by being so lovely. He didn't believed in god,marriages and soulmate Until he had fallen for Khushi's madness. They both had a traumatic past And for sometime misunderstandings kept them apart but never in heart ♥️. He loved to put her in trouble but also helped her to overcome every problem This irony raises a question in his mind Is Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon ?? Khushi Kumari gupta and Arnav Singh raizada we miss you two You stole our heart with your chemistry And we still cherish you . Penned by ✍️ Sonal Jain #poetofinstagram#ispyaarkokyanaamdoonapoem#ipkknd#Sarun#Arshifan#khushikumarigupta#arnavsinghraizada#ekjashn#sanayairani#barunsobti#englishpoem#dueleamar#love#kkgsr#sarunfan#sanayabarun#lardgoverner#birgaripask#thejottedemotions#ispyaarkokyanaamdoon#ipkkndrewind#starplus#8yearsofipkknd#poet#writersblog#arnavkhushi#rabbave#memoriesofipkknd#missyouarshi https://www.instagram.com/p/B88uOBUp-Sv/?igshid=pslata7hxn7v

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Gann Deva lyrics - Street Dancer 3D

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Gann Deva lyrics - Street Dancer 3D 

 Gann Deva Lyrics :- Gann deva lyrics is new hindi song from Street Dancer 3 D and sung Divya Kumar, Sachin-Jigar.  Gann Deva lyrics  has written by Bhargav Purohit and music has given by Sachin-Jigar. 

Gann Deva lyrics Gann Deva.... Aaaa.... Gann Deva Deva Deva Deva Sur Gunje Baje Kaan Re Gann Deva Deva Deva Deva Naachu Main Hoke Nihar Re Gann Deva Deva Deva Deva Hooo... Tere Liye Har Bar Ve Tere Te Ek Bar Mere Deva Deva Deva... Jag Titliya Rang Jabse Tera Daara Tera Deewna Tu Kab Kisi Se Na Haara Tere Masti Mein Rahu Mai To Kashti Ek Hu Toofa Se Daru Na Path Se Firu Na Tu Jo Bana Meri Dhaal Re Gann Deva Deva Deva Deva... Jag Titliyan Rang Jabse Tera Daara Tera Deewna Tu Kab Kisi Se Na Haara Tere Masti Mein Rahu Mai To Kashti Ek Hu Toofa Se Daru Na Path Se Firu Na Tu Jo Bana Meri Dhaal Re Gann Deva Deva Deva Deva....

Song Details:- Song - Gann Deva Singers - Divya Kumar, Sachin-Jigar Music - Sachin-Jigar Lyrics - Bhargav Purohit Label - T-Series

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The 13th Annniversary Arshi Fiesta

Moodboard: Historical AU

Whispers of the Heart | Chapter 06

I am not very good at writing ffs. I even read ffs very selectively. But it was an attempt of me to participate in the 13th-anniversary arshi fiesta.

I might be wrong about certain aspects of that age and era, but it's a fantasy, so why not? I don't own Arnav and Khushi and the story is purely fictional and has no relation to any living or dead. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Chapter 6

The Rajputs had organized a puja for the betterment of their younger son's married life, one day before the wedding.

The Maliks were also present with the future bride. Aman and Anjali had known each other since childhood. When their friendship turned into love, they couldn't tell, but they were glad that it happened, and their elders had also blessed their union. Thinking about them, Khushi couldn't help but exhale a heavy sigh, wishing things would have turned out similarly for her too.

Her Amma's voice broke her distraction, "Titliya, ja sab ko bulake la. The puja is about to start and call Arnav too. Tell him I asked him to come downstairs and sit in the puja." knowing very well that Arnav wouldn't reject his Roma chachi.

Suvadra Malik snapped in response to the comment, "Why invite someone to a puja who doesn't believe in God? Main nahi chahti ke us nastik ke aulad ke bajayse yeh puja barbad ho jaye. I only want good things to come to my Anjali Bitiya's married life."

Khushi was about to protest when her amma caught her hand and quietened her with a shake of her head. When Khushi looked at Suvadra the next moment, she realized everybody was already there. The dark look that fell across Arnav's handsome features made her realize that his Nani's rebuke hadn't escaped him.

Arnav never cared much about religion, Seeing his mother on her knees, praying day and night for the betterment of his father, filled him with a mix of hope and desperation. Her whispered pleas, her tear-streaked face, and her unwavering faith became a haunting backdrop to his childhood. Yet, despite her devotion, his father betrayed her, shattering their family. That betrayal caused his mother to choose death over her children. The bitter irony of it all—the unanswered prayers, the blind faith met with infidelity—gnawed at him. He felt abandoned, not just by his parents but by the very idea of a benevolent higher power. In that crushing moment of disillusionment, he swore off religion, cursing the heavens that had turned a deaf ear to his mother’s relentless prayers.

But despite his disbelief in these "riti riwaj", he was determined to ensure his sister's wedding proceeded smoothly. He chose not to give his Nani any reason to cause a scene, prioritizing a seamless and joyful celebration for his sister.

Seeing no other vacant place, Arnav sat beside Khushi. As the puja concluded and the crowd dispersed, Khushi subtly shifted towards Arnav, her voice lowered to a whisper.

"I am sorry you have to hear that.''

''I won't have to tolerate her after tomorrow, now will I?'' he stated, rolling his eyes.

Khushi smiled at his somewhat optimistic yet sarcastic tone of voice. "For that, I am glad."

After sometimes she started again, "She is wrong you know" when she didn't elaborate, Arnav looked at her with questions in his eyes.

"You are not your father-" she stressed " You never will be"

"How do you know?"

She chuckled, "For a change, I know you better than her and - " she paused to gather herself.

''and I believe in you.''

She gazed at him as a soft, tender expression crossed his face, conveying a multitude of unspoken emotions. She yearned to convey to him the significance he held in her life. With wistful thoughts, she silently mused if only he could see himself through her eyes. She hoped for her unexpressed feelings to reach him, emanating from the depths of her heart.

She looked so pretty today, with a green-bordered yellow saree and a green bindi. Of course, Arnav noticed. She had flowers in her braid that day. Arnav's heart gave a twist as the reason drawn to him.

'Can you sit idly and watch while someone else takes her away?' the voice wondered.

'Shut up,' he said, closing his eyes momentarily. But he couldn't ignore the intoxicating aroma emanating from her. He realized it was partly her and partly the flowers, and decided that he liked her smell the most when it was purely hers, without mixing with anything else.

Buaji spent the entire morning urging her to get ready. She styled her hair and adorned it with flowers. Even though it was a simple piece, her Amma's gold necklace felt like a heavy burden around her neck. She didn't want to dress up for Mr. Ganguly. Every fiber of her being rebelled against the thought of establishing someone else's 'haq' over her. It felt like a part of her was being torn away. How could she make Buaji understand that she was no longer fit for anyone else in the world, no matter how many flowers she pinned in her hair? That He had ruined her for all other men.

One time when she was 14, a similar puja for the betterment of crops was ruined. That ceremony took place in a field slightly far from the village. All of them went there and Khushi was so excited to see all the jalebi and golgappa stalls. However, all the merriments were disrupted by a dacoit attack. People were panicking and running to and fro. When the dacoits attempted to grab Khushi and Manoroma, Akash Vai and Arnav intervened. This resulted in one of the dacoits hitting Arnav on the head, causing a lot of bleeding. Fortunately, the dacoit attack was brought under control by the timely arrival of the village people.

They rushed to the Rajput Haveli and a doctor was called. He examined Arnav's head and face and found out the source of the bleeding. It looked like except for the cut below his left eyebrow, his head and the rest of his face were unscratched. The doctor stitched the cut. The cut wasn't too deep, but he lost lots of blood as it was on the face and soon after developed a nasty infection. The whole household didn't sleep that night. Manoroma spent the night sitting beside him as he kept shivering due to a high fever. Khushi didn't know what to do but stared at him from the corner of the room. Buaji kept saying, it was difficult for him to survive the night. Khushi prayed to Devi Maiya repeatedly and even swore on her life to save him. When he opened his eyes the next day, she cried out of relief. Even though weak he asked her why she was crying.

"I don't want the dacoit to take you away too," she said. To this, he laughed meekly "Don't worry, Phati Sari, You aren't going to get rid of me anytime soon."

As Khushi was watching Arnav helping the workers set up the mandap, she silently wondered whether he would make such a promise to her if she asked again.

Arnav was always like that: always helping around the house. He assisted Babuji in the garden, did the grocery shopping, and took on big responsibilities in arranging every event. These were not his tasks, but he did them anyway. In doing so, he exuded a commanding and authoritative aura, as if everyone was supposed to bow to him and acknowledge the "laad governor" that he was. Khushi silently laughed at his demeanour. Laad Governor, Her Laad Governor. She mused fondly.

Arnav always demanded attention wherever he went, didn't he? She thought to herself, at least he had her full attention every single time. Whenever he walked into a room, the conversation stopped and a stunned silence filled the space. Only the 'dhak-dhak' of her heart remained. He made her feel exposed and safe at the same time.

She understood why he helped around the house so much. He wanted to show his gratitude for everything Babuji and Amma had done for him. It would be a shame as a best friend if she didn't understand that. And sometimes she wondered if this was the reason why he was not willing to consider them being together, or if he just couldn't see her as more than a friend. After all, falling in love with someone was not in one's hands. Maybe Arnav just couldn't love her as she loved him.

But one could never be certain about things like that, could they? Just like how wrong she was in her previous assessment of him not caring about whether she got married to another person or not. He clearly was affected; she just didn't know the extent of it or what to make of all this. For example, for the past half hour, he had been glaring at her and her companion, clenching his jaw, and grinding his teeth, making his jaw more prominent. Khushi couldn't help but speculate whether he was angry or jealous as she observed him closely. She didn't dare to hope for the latter reaction; she didn't want to build castles in the air.

With a heavy sigh, she shifted her focus to the man in front of her. Dhruv Ganguly was undeniably handsome; no one in a million years would deny that. Still, Khushi, sitting across from him, couldn't help but scrutinize him. Maybe Bua Ji was right; her 'sanak' had finally gotten to her head.

She couldn't help but notice how he had a round, clean-shaven face, unlike the angular one with stubble. He smiled too much, and his nose wasn't sharp enough. He didn't have a defined jawline, nor did he have piercing eyes that could hold her gaze and make her feel warm all over. His eyes didn't brighten with excitement when she spoke, or flash with rage when she contradicted him, or show amusement and curiosity when she spoke about her favourite book. His eyes didn't conceal any dark secrets either. Instead, he wore black-framed glasses and talked with a downcast gaze. He had a nervous tic of fixing his glasses with his index finger. And alas! His hands were all wrong too—too slender, too light-skinned, too soft-looking. Most importantly, this man couldn't raise his left eyebrow singly when he asked her something. Khushi chastised herself; she was nitpicking for the sake of nitpicking.

Dhruv Ganguly had no flaws. He was perfect: handsome, well-mannered, and well-educated, except for the absence of a scar right beneath his left eyebrow.

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Gann Deva Lyrics - Street Dancer 3D

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Gann Deva Lyrics - Street Dancer 3D

Gann Deva Lyrics - Street Dancer 3D"Gann Deva" from the Bollywood movie Street Dancer 3D. This latest track " Gann Deva " is sung by Divya Kumar, Sachin-Jigar and the music is by Sachin-Jigar. Song: Gann Deva Singers: Divya Kumar, Sachin-Jigar Music: Sachin-Jigar Lyrics: Bhargav Purohit Arrangements & Programming: Sachin-Jigar Additional Programming: Hrishikesh Gangan, Abhishek Singh, Mark McDallen Music Production Head: Romil Ved

Gann Deva Lyrics - Street Dancer 3D

Gann Deva....

Aaaa....

Gann Deva Deva Deva Deva

Sur Gunje Baje Kaan Re

Gann Deva Deva Deva Deva

Naachu Main Hoke Nihar Re

Gann Deva Deva Deva Deva

Hooo...

Tere Liye Har Bar

Ve Tere Te Ek Bar

Mere Deva Deva Deva...

Jag Titliya Rang

Jabse Tera Daara

Tera Deewna Tu

Kab Kisi Se Na Haara

Tere Masti Mein Rahu

Mai To Kashti Ek Hu

Toofa Se Daru Na

Path Se Firu Na

Tu Jo Bana Meri Dhaal Re

Gann Deva Deva Deva Deva...

Jag Titliyan Rang

Jabse Tera Daara

Tera Deewna Tu

Kab Kisi Se Na Haara

Tere Masti Mein Rahu

Mai To Kashti Ek Hu

Toofa Se Daru Na

Path Se Firu Na

Tu Jo Bana Meri Dhaal Re

Gann Deva Deva Deva Deva....

Gann Deva Lyrics - Street Dancer 3D

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